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The question should be, can men handle a woman that messes in her diaper regularly ? Many diaper lovers have never even attempted or had diaper sex. Where as I can orgasm from just pooping (poogasm), and no need for hands on, or even a glimpse of a penis. I grew up as a teen when scat was big in the 80s and magazines ruled. There was no internet and we would correspond with letters and meet in hotels and motels. To me yes diapers are a very sexual thing. I don't just poop a diaper I poop it and love it, squish it, rub my privates in it. So yes there are women that enjoy pooping diapers and also making love in a poopy diaper. Not many will admit to it but I have no fears and I speak for myself. So many others claim to be diaper lovers and prolly have never even touched their own poop with their fingers. I have no regrets and I try to poop my diaper every day and enjoy every damned second of it.

Chapter Thirty "And you're sure?" Marnie confirmed again, because honestly she'd expected for Kylie to try to send Ellie home, and then she'd have to intervene. The news that she'd extended that olive branch was pretty surprising, and was deserving of praise! "I'm very proud of you, Smylie! Let's go see your sister, okay?" There were a few things to do: some dressing up of course, and there was the matter of Kylie's earlier behavior. Maybe a spanking was in order; as long as she contextualized it and did it as a Mom, that was important. I was anxious. Extremely anxious. Trouble breathing anxious. But Marnie was good at handling things like this. Once she started littling me, I would be fine. So I followed her back into the bedroom and stood awkwardly by the door. "Okay you two, it's definitely past time for Mommy to get you dressed." And now was, perhaps, as good a time as any. "Ellie, I want to explain a few rules to you, okay? Can you be a good girl and pay attention for me?" Marnie figured that by addressing sterner words to Ellie, she could remind Kylie of a few things without it being about her. " Sure, that's fine." I nodded, although I still had mixed feelings about being called a girl. Should I have, though? "Alright sweetie. When you're here, I'm Mommy. No other name, okay?" Marnie looked at me expectantly and I nodded my head in agreement. "You're four years old now, and that means Mommy picks out your clothes. Mommy makes you food, Mommy dresses you, feeds you, puts you to bed. Do you understand, sweetie?" Again, I nodded. She'd told me most of this before, right? I wondered why she was going over it again now. Kylie was sitting on the bed beside me, and I reached gently across the covers and took her hand in mine. I liked the closeness, I guess. "There's a good girl. No teasing each other, loving sisters only! And good girls get treats while naughty girls get a little help behaving. Now that we've covered that, I think I know just the outfits for you both..." Night time rules opened so many options! She didn't mention the new rule change. I wondered if it applied. Ugh, I sure hope it didn't! But I guess I would find out later tonight... I watched Marnie go to the dresser and open the right-hand drawers. I looked down at my feet after that and held Eliot's hand. What was she going to dress us in? Onesies? Rompers? Maybe I'd get lucky with a nightgown... I didn't quite recognize what Marnie picked out, but Kylie sure did - I even heard her audible little groan when she saw what I thought were just long t-shirts; although the hem at the bottom was weirdly shaped I guess? "I want to be able to keep a close eye on you two under the nighttime house rules, and these just arrived today, isn't that lucky?" She held up two onesies, snap crotched and soft fabrics from an Etsy seller. Both were pink; one had prints of little kitties chasing yarn, and the other one had little puppies with a ball. And they were both utterly adorable. Kylie knew something about the garments that was a mystery to Ellie, though - onesies meant diapers. Proper diapers. Nighttime diapers. I didn't say anything as she put the onesies down on the bed. It was hard to look away, for conflicting reasons. On one hand, Eliot was here, which meant a onesie was the worst outfit I could wear! On the other, it filled me with a nostalgic calm; I had worn one only the night before, in Mommy's lap, as she played with my hair. I bit my lip and my cheeks started to turn pink. Kylie might have been nervous, that was true, but Marnie wasn't exactly the image of still waters inside of her head, either - she was about ready to tell an adult boy that he was to be put in diapers for the night. Diapers that she would be putting on him, no less. And checking, regularly. It was actually easier to think of him as a girl, because none of this was foreign when it came to Kylie. And none of the turmoil showed on Marnie's face. "Up you get, both of you, it's time to get you undressed." They were siblings now. Of the same gender. Seeing each other naked wasn't going to be a big deal, Marnie decided for the both of them. And she began to follow through with that notion, and began by undressing Ellie. "Um..." She tugged down my pants, flashing my panties to my best friend just like that. She knew I wore. She didn't know I tucked. In this moment though, I was kind of glad that I did, because it almost made it less mortifying. I looked over at Eliot - wearing nothing but his nice shirt and panties - and dropped my gaze to the floor. But even though I'd seen him for only a split second, my memory wouldn't let it go. "Marnie," I said loudly, but the sharpness in my voice was dull and safe. "Do this in different rooms!" "Mommy," Marnie corrected, then continued. "You two are sisters, and sisters see each other naked sometimes, like when I give you both a bath later tonight. So stop making a fuss and be a good role model for your little sister, okay, sweetie?" Every word was dripping with maternal inflection too, loving and doting. So she continued to undress Ellie with little protest from at least one of her babies. Bath? Bath! I shook my head and stood up, my cheeks burning in embarrassment. And I still had my pants on! "No way I am taking a bath with him! Just because I agreed to—" "Kylie Miranda!" Marnie said sharply. I felt the world stop spinning. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. "You will not raise your voice, young lady. You aren't going to argue with me, and you certainly aren't going to be calling your sister a boy like that. Am I making myself clear?" Finishing undressing Ellie, panties last, Marnie gently gestured for her to lay down. "On the bed sweetie, on your back, I need to undress your sister now." I was naked. Stark naked. In front of two women, one of whom was my best friend. This couldn't have been more awkward. Maybe I could put a pillow over me or something... "This... you're not..." Marnie walked over to me and ran her fingers along my chin. I felt my anxiety melt away. But anxiety isn't always a bad thing. Anxiety is what stops a woman from undressing you in front of your best friend. I needed that anxiety! But it was gone now. She lifted my shirt off over my head and stripped me of my pants. I felt my back hit my bedsheets, wearing nothing but my bra. This was the true power of Littlespace. Someone could make you do anything. But Marnie and I had built up so much trust the past few months, I knew she would keep me safe. My cheeks burned red, and I couldn't look over at El next to me. I would die of embarrassment. "I'm going to put your diaper on first, Kylie, so your sister can see it's not so scary. I need you to be a big girl for me and show her how to behave and help Mommy, because you're very good at being diapered, aren't you?" The words had very little meaning to me, because so far as I was concerned, she'd had me wear a diaper once already. What was the big deal? Just throwaway panties, right? Each word brought embarrassment crashing over me like waves. But it brought something else too. Serenity. Quiet. Simplicity. There was a part of me that wanted to sit up and shout and use my safe words. But over time, that part grew quieter and quieter. Now, the louder inner voice reminded me how letting Mommy make my decisions always made me so happy. "Uh huh," I muttered, closing my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening... "Good girl." Marnie turned around to open the drawer on the top left of the dresser inside the closet. I couldn't quite see what was happening, but she came back over a few moments later and set something down on the bed. "Ellie, I want you to watch your sister, okay? For itty bitty babies, Kylie is very good at this so I want you to try to remember what she does and do the same when it's your turn." I nodded my head, vaguely, and watched Kylie - although I could imagine she wanted me to do anything but that. The crinkling rustle of plastic drew my eyes away though, and I tried to make sense of what Marnie had in her hands. Marnie wasn't playing games. She wasn't pulling punches. This was littleness at its prime, and I knew even before she grabbed the diaper that she would use one of my pink ones, with bunnies on the front. They were the thickest ones we had, made thicker with a stuffer. "Up," she said. Automatically - without even thinking about it - I lifted my bottom. I didn't think about how it looked to El until after, raising my crotch in the air for him to see. Shaved, like Mommy liked it. He had never seen me naked before. Thankfully, my bra was on... Under any other circumstances, I think my ordinary response would have been to get aroused - which would have been a fricking disaster, let me say! But under this very unique and peculiar set of circumstances, I was more... fascinated. Kylie lifted her butt, and that's how I saw it. I didn't see "she thrusted herself up," I saw that “she lifted her butt”. And I realized that Marnie was sliding a diaper under her. Like, not a pull on thing like I had worn before, but a diaper. A baby diaper, but bigger. Tapes and everything. I had a lot of questions. Quietly, I watched as she was prompted to lower her butt down again. "You're such a good girl, Kylie. Look at what a good helper you're being for your sister; she's fascinated and I bet she's learning a whole lot." I whined audibly, so Mommy knew how uncomfortable I was! But it was almost over. The horrible part. Then El would have to suffer the same thing. That thought almost made the whole thing worth it. I felt a sprinkle of dust between my legs as Mommy covered my skin in baby powder. Then the crinkling filled my ears and the thickness filled the space between my legs. The loud echoes of ripping tape. And the safety and warmth of my diaper. I opened my eyes and looked up at Mommy. She seemed far away, and so close. My head felt fuzzy, like I'd just woken up. Marnie gave Kylie's diaper the cursory rub to show that she was done, and she lifted her up into a cradled cuddle in her arms, before setting her down on her feet next to her. "You were such a good girl, Kylie, Mommy is so proud. Now we're going to diaper your sister, and you're going to be Mommy's helper, would you like that?" I sure wouldn't! I felt a heat in my chest, like that one time I got a CT scan, and I wanted to protest. But I'd made a promise to Kylie, dummy dumb dumb boy that I was. "Can you hold the powder for Mommy, Kylie?" Mommy put the powder in my hands and I took it with a small nod. My cheeks were red, but only in response to the diaper change. Actually, the fact that I was standing naked but for a bra and a very thick diaper in front of my best friend was temporarily lost on me. But El was still naked, lying on his back. I'd never seen him naked before. I'd never really thought about it. Now I couldn't forget it. Without any clothes, he looked like such a boy. I shouldn't have been surprised, but... well, a part of me was. "Up, Ellie." I felt like this was a test I'd studied my whole life for, maybe because I didn't want to draw this out or cause a scene, maybe because I was looking to impress Kylie? What an embarrassing way to accomplish something so basic. Wow El. I lifted my ass and it felt like there was another layer of blanket put underneath me when I lowered it. "What do you think, Kylie? Does your sister need a stuffer? Or two? She's awfully little, isn't she?" I'm right here you know! I knew I had one - I could tell the difference by feel alone. Wait, did I have two? No... I didn't think so. I finally took my eyes off my best friend's naked body and looked up at Mommy with a hazy gaze. "Uh huh... yeah, I think so." My voice sounded different. Soft. Powerless. I was already in Littlespace. Jeeze... "Could you go get one for me, sweetie?" I nodded and went over to the dresser, where she kept such things. I opened the drawer and took one off the pile and brought it back to my Mommy, all while holding the baby powder. "There we go, what a good girl." Marnie positioned the stuffer with the diaper and then pointed for her little helper. "Powder up your sister, sweetheart. Lots of powder, I know how much you like it." There was method to the madness here - physical sex characteristics couldn't help but be gendering, so Marnie hoped that by exposing the taboo immediately and then framing everything in the context of a baby girl, in treating Ellie no different from Kylie, she could quickly push both of her charges over the hurdle. Awkward. Super awkward. I'd seen a penis maybe one other time in my entire life. In person, anyway. And it just... it wasn't what I expected. Why? Did I think he had a vagina or something? Of course not! Ugh, my little girl brain couldn't wrap its head around this... Nonetheless, I poured way too much powder on the boy. Girl? I dunno. And then I stepped back with a nervous smile. This whole thing was making me dizzy... "Thank you sweetheart. You did a good job." And in a few well placed tugs and pulls of tapes, the diaper was pulled up and all the differences in the world went away. Just two girls, just the same. What was between their legs? Why, diapers of course. "Did you say your sister got something pretty today at the store, Kylie?" I couldn't close my thighs. They literally wouldn't touch. And the diaper was so noisy! But gosh if it wasn't soft. "Huh...?" I looked at Mommy curiously and she tapped me on my chest. My... chest? No, my bra. Oh! "R-right! Uh huh! She got a bra to wear when she's a girl." It should be somewhere in here, actually. She brought it in with her... "Well, Ellie is a girl right now, so shouldn't she be wearing her bra?" Kylie had talked at length before, when in more adult spaces, how captivating she found the image of herself in a bra and diaper, like it was a bringing together both parts of herself. It would be a good experience for Ellie to have, too. "It's um, in the bag over by the door." I offered. Quietly. Very quietly. I was one part distracted, seventeen parts embarrassed. I found the bag without too much trouble and got the bra out. Pink, with hearts. Oh, it would match her diaper, too! That thought sat for a moment, feeling weird, and then I brushed it off. The bra wasn't that big. I mean, Ellie didn't really have big boobs. And it was a push-up one, so it had some padding along the bottom of the cup. I gave it to Mommy all the same. "Up you get, honey.” Marnie reached down and plucked me up off the bed, standing me up next to her as she examined the bra in her hands. "Mommy will do this for you this time, but I expect you to practice at home okay? Girls need to be good at this stuff." Practice. Right. The bra. Or something. I couldn't take my eyes off of Kylie. Diaper and bra. And cheeks so pink and glossy and happy. Wow. "Huh?" "I'm just clasping you now, let me know if it's too tight." It wouldn't be. Caroline adjusted it in the store to my measurements. I felt a tightness, but not anxiety; the unfamiliar feeling of elastic around my chest. And now Kylie was the one who couldn't take her eyes off me. Whatever image of boyhood I saw in Ellie before was gone. She stood before me in just a pink bunny diaper - thighs forced apart - and a heart-printed bra. I stared absently, like... like a creep or something! But gosh. She was just so... so... "Come on now, girls. Arms up for Mommy." My arms went up without thinking. Marnie had a way of commanding me in Littlespace that bypassed casual thought processes. And the thickness between my legs reminded me with every step that I wasn't able to argue. I'd never worn a bra before. Or a onesie before. Or a diaper before. And now I was wearing all three, and it was amazing how they played off one another. The onesie was tight against my skin, it pulled the diaper up against me, reminded me it was there, made it unforgettable. It pushed on the cups of my bra, but showed little bumps where breasts might be, and made it impossible to forget that, too. And while I was dressed, I felt a special sense of helplessness, maybe. Vulnerability? It was hard to tell. But all I could manage was to take Kylie's hand while Marnie prattled about how cute we were. "Kylie, sweetie?" I looked away from Ellie and up at Mommy with wide, glossy eyes. Huh? Was she talking? "Take your sister out to the living room and I'll catch up, okay?" I nodded my head and led the girl by the hand out of our bedroom. ---------------------- Thank you for reading! Like, Comment, and check us out on Patreon!

An older story from my patreon page - https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr --- It was a quiet day like any other in Cribs'n'Things. Or so Loreline had thought. The doorbell rang at 10am, and a woman blustered her way in, using a strong grip to march in a smaller figure beside her. Loreline might have thought she was a toddler, in those denim overalls and with the pacifier in her mouth, but then it dawned on her that it was a Little person, one who must have lost adulthood with bad behaviour. They got a few of those there. Loreline smiled at the girl like she would any other, as her little legs struggled even more with the obvious thick diaper. “You there,” the woman called, marching the pair of them to the counter. “Good morning ma’am. Is there something I can help you with?” “Yes. I need - oh, now don’t fuss Millie. I know that you were in your carseat for hours but we’re almost there. Be a good girl and stay still. You can sit on the floor if you’d like while Mommy talks to this lady.” Loreline smiled down at the girl. When her mother released her grip, it looked like she didn’t have much choice about sitting down anyway, not being able to stay up on her own in those thick diapers. She fell with a crinkling puff of baby powder. Loreline’s nose twitched to the hint of a full diaper. Well, served the brat right, she must have been particularly immature. “That’s okay ma’am. Now what can I help you with?” The woman turned her attention back to Loreline, and there was still a hint of that angry motherhood in her eyes. Loreline gulped, feeling intimidated even with only two foot difference to the huge woman. She couldn’t even imagine how it was for the naughty Little. With the way the Little sulked on the floor but didn’t interrupt her Mommy, Loreline supposed that it was more than enough to rein in such naughtiness. “Yes I need a crib. A mobile. A playpen. A changing table. A highchair. A pram and stroller combo; I want to be able to switch. And your introductory pack of five cartons of diapers and ten boxes of baby food.” “Of course, ma’am. Are you new to the area?” The woman nodded. “That is correct. Can you have it delivered and setup by this afternoon?” “Well…” Loreline began, glancing to the clock. “Don’t mumble dear, and look at me when talking.” Loreline jumped. “Sorry. Yes. I can do that. Our regular driver is already busy with another order. But I will deliver those to your house personally.” The woman nodded. “Good. I think I’ll be a regular customer here, do you any kind of membership card?” “Of course!” Loreline replied, beaming as she produced the forms. There was a signup bonus in store for her. If only there could be more customers like this. The town just didn’t have enough Bigs, and mid-sized people like her didn’t reveal Little immaturity with the same passion. She created the woman’s membership, and then gave them a tour of the store. They picked out a bunch of fun pieces for the new nursery, and they even changed the Little at the changing tables. Loreline was able to give a few tips, and realized that the mother was still somewhat new, though she was a natural. With some extra stuffers in her diaper, the girl wouldn’t need to be changed as often, and seemed a little more well-mannered. God, but Loreline missed babysitting. There just wasn’t enough work around of that kind. And besides, she was a grownup now, and should have a real job. At least working at the store meant that she got to interact with them on occasion. “Somebody has been very good,” she praised, ruffling Millie’s hair where the girl sat in her new luxury stroller. “I bet you’re going to love it here. I’ve already given your Mommy the contacts for all the potential playmates in town.” Loreline stood back up, and faced the customer. “I’ll be around to your house in about half an hour.” “Thank you. That would be wonderful. We’re out by the lakes.” Loreline nodded. Of course they were. There were dozens of enormous estates out there which had mostly gone unpurchased for years, after a developer attempted to create an upmarket end of town which appealed to Bigs. “Well I’m glad that you bought out there. It always seemed too nice to waste. And they have those big colourful playgrounds along the water.” “Of course. It looked quite nice in the pictures.” Loreline nodded slowly. Had the woman not even seen the house? It all seemed rather sudden. Even Millie seemed a bit new, like she’d never seen a carton of babyfood bought all for her, with how her eyes had locked onto those colourful pictures of oats and prunes. Then again, when had Loreline met a Little who wasn’t a fussy eater who needed bibs and highchairs? “Off we go Millie! Don’t worry we’ll see the store lady again. This place has everything a little cutie-brat like you needs.” The stroller rolled out of the doorway, with a strapped-in Millie seeming to present her big diaper to the world, and the usual quiet of the store returned. Except… A moment later, a man barged in, tugging two Littles in tow. A boy and a girl, seemingly of similar ages, dressed in matching white sailor pieces. Their shorts and pleated skirt didn’t much hide that they were more properly diapered with stuffers this time. To the man’s credit, neither Little had their pacifier in their mouth, yet they didn’t make a peep of fuss. “Welcome, Sir, I-” “Do you sell rocking horses?” “Hrm? Yes.” “I promised them if they were good on the drive, I would get them rocking horses. We’ve come a very long way, though I think they like the scenery out here.” “Oh, I- What kind of rocking horse? We have polished wood with flat seats. Curved plastic. Even motorized pink ponies with streamers on the side.” “Hrm. Let me see what you have.” “Yes sir. This way.” She showed them around the horse toys, and even had the Littles ride some. The man settled for plush models on wheels which didn’t rock so much. He seemed concerned about them being able to grind the fronts of their diapers in inappropriate games. Loreline had to say that she approved in their case, even if sometimes a rocking horse was a good reward - so long as the playtime ended before they got a bit too into it. “I can give you a receipt for one of our sister stores where you’ll be driving back to.” There were some squirming and crinkling below at the word ‘sister’, not for the first time during the shop. What was wrong with being brother and sister? Whatever they might have been to each other before was clearly less appropriate. Besides those thick diapers would keep them apart so that they couldn’t do anything naughty, they might as well just accept it. “That won’t be necessary,” the giant of a man said, pulling his enormous wallet out, “I’ve just purchased a house here.” “Oh... Out by the lakes…?” “Yes. You’ve heard of it? The area with the long waterfront walks.” Loreline nodded. “That will be, oh... $299 sir.” He produced a silver card. “For Daddy’s twins, that’s a small fancy.” There was more awkward crinkling and shuffling from below. He took the horses under one arm, and the hands of the Littles in the other. They weren’t even out the door, when two more families had entered. Oh, god. Loreline made for a woman who already had her Little in a stroller. She smiled at the girl, then looked to the mother. “Oh hello dear. I don’t suppose you have- Oh, there it is. Thank you.” The woman went to inspect their hanging rhumba panties. Loreline felt a sweat, and rushed to meet the other group. It was a husband and wife pair, again enormous, with six Littles on a joined harness and leash link. They were all girls in dresses and obvious diapers. Each was pacified and looking very shy, yet were also casting curious glances around the store. Oh goodness, what a lucky family! Loreline’s dream of a better town might just work out after all if that family moved in. “Hello!” she said, beaming. “Why hello!” the mother replied cheerfully. “Oh this is just a wonderful store. Are they all this well-stocked?” Loreline nodded. To have that many Littles and to have never been into a Cribs’n’Things? “We’re looking for six cribs.” “And highchairs.” “Oh I haven’t forgotten the highchairs hon. I’ve known they would need highchairs since the day I met them.” There was some awkward shuffling at the end of the leashes. Loreline waited for silence to interrupt. “Are you a new family ma’am?” “Now is that a polite question dear?” “Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right.” The giantess smiled. “It’s fine. I’ve just had a long drive. We just need to get some things and get to our new house to stretch our legs.” “Oh, out by the lakes?” “You know the area?” Loreline nodded. “It’s very nice. Well we have plenty of cribs and highchairs. We’re generally considered the best.” “Hrm. Are these Princess Cribs part of a set? I like the canopies.” “Yes, and you can get their names engraved in the crowns. Though the canopies might be a bit too much work with six.” “We could bring them out for special occasions.” Loreline gave a polite nod. “Of course.” “Oh honey!” the husband called, “Look at these race car beds!” “Oh those are for boys.” “Well are you sure none of your scholarship grants were-” “No. All girls. Don’t worry hon, you’ll have your hands full enough being a Daddy to six pretty princesses.” He chuckled. “I suppose that’s true.” “And,” Loreline said, “You never know when one of them might be a bit of a tomboy.” That brought a smile to the man’s face, though got a small snort from the woman. Had Loreline overstepped? She quickly pivoted. “And here are our matching princess highchairs, with little throne tops. The pink and white styling will make it impossible for any of them to develop into tomboys.” The mother smiled at that. Just then, one of the Littles stomped her foot. “No! That is too much! I’m in final year engineering and don’t even like girly-” Before she could finish, her harness was released and she was over her mother’s knee. Loreline waited. The mother was another natural. Amazons were just incredible at dealing with bratty toddler types who never grew beyond a few foot tall, and for the most part never matured to match. With six daughters and it being a new family, it was reasonable that one of them might still act out. The mother would sort her out before long. And oh how she did, spanking like a true expert. The other girls blushed and looked away, as the naughtiest of them was revealed as nothing but a guilty brat, easily encouraged into apologies and promises to be good for Mommy and Daddy. She got some hugs and kisses after, and was told that she’d have an hour earlier bedtime than her sisters for two months. Loreline nodded in approval. The girl was lucky that she was getting a nice crib to suit her. The structure and discipline gifted by parents would only be good for her. Oh how Loreline would love to babysit that cutie, and teach her how much fun she could have on rocking horses and tricycles, if she just stopped resisting and embraced herself. Of course, Loreline had bills to pay. She didn’t get to be a child like these underdeveloped brats. “Ma’am, can I overstep and recommend our backyard playground set as well? I’ll mark it down to cost. With this many girls they’ll benefit from the kind of exercise where they can motivate themselves, so long as a grownup is present to make sure they’re not slacking.” The parents looked up at a flatpacked box with a playground photo on the front, showing several Littles having fun. Loreline glanced down, and the Littles were all staring with opposite expressions. Goodness, they did so resist what was good for them, but that made it more interesting. The so-called-’engineer’ appeared the most horrified, even with her puffy eyes. She was going to be a disobedient one. Loreline put on a big smile, and crouched down to take the girl’s shoulders from behind. “I know somebody who was looking at that playground with a lot of excitement!” “What?! No I wasn-” They all turned to her. “Is that true Penny?” “I, um…” Loreline knew when to tickle. “I think she does! I think she desperately wants her Mommy and Daddy to buy it!” She lost herself in cute little shrieks and wriggles, and looked rather like the truth was too embarrassing for her. “No I-” “Yesss she does! What a good girl!” “It seems a great idea. It looks like there’s room for all six to be climbing, crawling, sliding, and see-sawing at once.” “Aw lucky Penny is going to have so much fun! Do you see how much better it is when we’re just honest about what we want sweetheart?” Penny was at a loss for words. Loreline wrapped her in a hug and gave her a big kiss. “You’re pretty good with them.” “I did a lot of babysitting,” Loreline explained, standing back up. “Hrm.” She was just finishing up on their order when her boss entered the store. “Oh thank goodness, Mrs Kensington, it’s been-” “I heard, and thought it might be.” Loreline blinked, then remembered. “I have a closing delivery window, and David still isn’t back. Are you here to stay?” She nodded, and let her go. Loreline pulled the first woman’s order from their warehouse into a van. Little Millie was going to like the bouncer chair she was getting. Well, she’d at least look cute in it and the grownups would like it. Oh course, Loreline still had to unpack everything once she was there. She didn’t delay, and got onto the road in moments. Two removalist trucks were entering town. What a wild day. At the lights, she glanced over, and saw a man and woman standing by their parked car while reading a map. Behind them was a figure in a carseat, who might have been a Little, she couldn’t tell. She left the busier town centre, and was soon curving to the lakes. Along the way, she fiddled with the radio. “-city’s new mayor, who has pledged to lower school occupancy.” “How’s he intend to do that?” “First with a fifty million injection into the school fund. Second with a move to train more substitute teachers.” Loreline nodded along. “And finally, by clamping down on adoptions.” Loreline made a face. She arrived at the address, and helped them set up in a flurry of activity. “Oh I’d love to stay,” she said, staring longingly at Millie poking at the mesh of her new playpen, looking shy and embarrassed. “And I might drop by and see how things are going soon when everything has quieted down, but right now the store is very busy.” “Of course. You’ve been a big help. I’ll give you a good recommendation if it ever comes up.” Loreline smiled, and raced back to the car. Goodness, it was good that she’d squeezed herself into the extra large training pants, not having time to hunt for bathrooms. Though it was somewhat playing with fire if any of the Amazons caught her... Did she want to be caught? No of course not, things like that didn’t even really happen and were more something from the kinky stories she read online. She pulled out of the residential street, and was back on the main road. “Oh, well if that’s what it takes.” “Well, what drew some anger is that it was implemented on his first day in office. All adoptions in the city need to go through that childcare department, and only if their investigation supports it as absolutely necessary. Some are saying the policy is typical bureaucratic nonsense detached from the real world and would never find the relevant proof by checking social media and such.” “Oh, I heard some immature types voted for him because he wanted to make adoption illegal.” “Nonsense, and that’s why children shouldn’t vote and the enrolment age should be lifted. Next we’ll be voting for candy stores on every corner.” “But didn’t he say-” “I assure you that is nonsense. The mayor has four Little daughters himself.” “Oh.” “If anything, those who voted for that basis most likely only got what their immaturity deserves.” “What do you mean?” “Well there’s a technicality in the legislation. The fuzzy right to adopt ends today at midnight. The legislation only covers the city limits, so long as would-be parents adopt those in need who they’ve had their eyes on before the end of the day, and move just outside the city...” “Oh, I did see quite a few removalist trucks today. Though where are they all going?” “Everywhere. So long as their families are together. I think a bunch of kids got exactly what they voted for…” --- Loreline pulled the delivery van up to a mansion at the edge of sunset. Goodness, her arms were tired. The expensive black limo of the new owners arrived a moment later. Just in time. Loreline went to greet them, and shook the hands of the wealthy new homeowners. She crouched down, and saw five very flustered girls strapped into carseats. There was no doubt that they were all messy, after a very big day. “Shall I help you take them in?” “That would be wonderful.” She climbed into the limo, and smiled at the girls. She didn’t want to play favourites, and instead unbuckled the furthest girl. She noticed that they all had rather professional haircuts, though some were tied into short pigtails or had pink clips. Her girl however still had her brunette bob cut intact, and had quite a fierce look in her brown eyes. She seemed familiar. Yes, she was that lawyer who ran ads supporting the new mayor candidate, saying that his policies would quickly set things right. Well she wasn’t wrong. Loreline gave a bounce beneath her messy bottom, confirming that the diaper was all naturally filled. She hadn’t even had an enema, and had probably just started the day with a fibre bar never imagining that she might end it in diapers. Or maybe she did expect. Loreline could never be quite sure what people were thinking. She spent a moment to hike her own wet training panties back up against the edge of the limo as she passed. Goodness, she hoped she hadn’t leaked, or the newcomers would have just gotten a good view. But they had enough girls to take care of anyway. “Where shall I take her?” “That’s a built-in play area in the nursery, with a low wall around it which she shouldn’t be able to get out of.” Loreline nodded, and went exploring through the house. Goodness, it was nice. “What a lucky girl,” she cooed, ”Getting to live in such a nice big house with your Mommy and Daddy.” The girl frowned, but held her tongue. Loreline laughed, and gave her another bounce. She’d heard plenty of that posh little voice in the TV ads. “Oh! And look! It’s the biggest nursery I’ve ever seen!” She wasn’t exaggerating, and she’d seen a lot of nurseries. Across the oddly-shaped room, the walls extruded and opened to a gap with a low wall, which led into a penned-in area. “Oh I just don’t want to let you go. You might get scared waiting for the others in there. But then, since you’re first you can explore it.” There was nothing to explore, it was empty and they could see the whole space She placed the brunette down in the carpeted pen anyway. “Can you show me how many steps it takes you to reach the other side?” The Little hesitated, knowing that a spanking likely awaited if she disobeyed. She took a hesitant step - perhaps her first since going into diapers - and then another, and another. In a way, her short angled bob cut made it more hilarious. Even as she did her best to make herself look like an adult, it just didn’t work when the rest of her was revealed in its proper state. She could only waddle, it was adorable. Of course, she was trying to manage her full diaper situation too. It felt far longer than it likely was by the time she reached the wall. “You did it! Did you count your steps?” The Little looked panicked. “N-No…” There was that cute voice! “Aw, that’s okay. I did. It’s plenty, even if you get some big toys. Now come back to me sweetie, I want to say goodbye.” Was it her imagination, or did the Little run back? Frowning, but wanting that kiss, or perhaps just trying to limit how long she spent waddling in that dirty diaper. Loreline gave her the kisses, though held back on tickling her. Bringing out her little laugh somehow felt like territory for the parents to first cross. They’d probably waited forever, until the uptight Little lawyer had let her guard down thinking the laws were set. The mother entered with a girl in each arm, and beamed down at the sight of the diapered lawyer waiting in her playpen. “Oh this town is just perfect. The perfect place to start over for all of us.” Loreline smiled. “I heard that it’s being renamed to Sanctuary.” The mother secured her next two girls into the playpen - her breath bated like she’d waited an eternity - and smiled. “Yes it is… And it’s perfectly true.” --- By the time Loreline reached Cribs’n’Things, she was exhausted. The sun was down. A thousand dirty diapers had been dropped into diaper pails in houses which had been empty for years until the day before. It was amazing how fast the rich part of society could move. Her boss locked up the store, and offered to give her a ride home rather than catch the bus. She didn’t realize something was off until they pulled up outside her boss’s estate. “Um, Mrs Kensington, did you forget to take me home?” “We are home sweetie.” Loreline frowned, and wriggled. Her boss’s hand was snaking into her work pants, and investigating the white and pink trainer panties there. “Um Mrs Kensington, I can explain.” “Of course. I know. A lot of parents noticed how good you are with kids today. There were a lot of comments.” “No it’s not like that, I mean it was just a long day, and-” “And I think somebody never quite got over babysitting. I think my daughter’s room hasn’t changed since she was a teenager and moved to college, and maybe it was for a reason…” Loreline frowned. “A teenager?” “Of course. That’s what people expect when they hire a local babysitter. And, goodness, it seems you’re going to be getting a lot of work on that front. We’ll have to make sure it doesn’t interfere with your schoolwork.” Loreline paled. “School… work?” “Well there can’t be a teenage babysitter in the neighbourhood who isn’t enrolled at the school, with a uniform and homework to take to her babysitting jobs. Of course, I think you should still have a part-time real job at the store at least one afternoon a week. Any more would look awkward giving those hours to my own daughter. Now what do we way?” “Um… Mrs Kensington, it was just a bit of a fantasy. I don’t really want-” “What do we say, young lady? So help me I will tan that bottom if you’re going to be a disagreeable teenager tonight.” “I… Yes mother.” “See? It’s not so bad when you just accept what you want. Now come on, I’ll cook you dinner and then we can find you some plastic pants for the night.” --- Party decorations, speakers, and jumping castles dotted the waterfront parklands. Sanctuary was to have its first yearly party. Upmarket furniture waited outdoors with the high society in attendance. A small group of hired musicians strummed guitars at one end of the park. Loreline chased a bunch of squealing Littles, while parents stood at the edges supervising. Naughty little Veronica Black, once a lawyer, fell on her bottom and gasped. She hadn’t been squealing, only trying to stay from being caught. Loreline grinned and descended on her, dressed as a big yellow duck. She caught Vee easily as the girl tried to get back up, and soon had her dressed in a yellow duck costume too. She had to join the line trailing Loreline, and the chase continued. The Littles who weren’t caught didn’t have to wear the tiny versions of the costumes. As one, they went to the banks to watch the real ducklings swim by. Technically she should be taking notes for a school assignment, but didn’t want to think about school today, or any day really. She helped the parents and nannies collect up their Littles, and saw a bunch of bottles and just as many boobs come out. Loreline just hoped that none of them had listened too closely. The costume was expensive, and her ‘Mom’ had insisted on diapers rather than her various training panties. Of course, she would just tell her charges that her diaper was nothing like their own, which was true. Loreline sat on the grass, and ignored a faint squish. It wasn’t the worst upgrade since last year, for any of them. -- If you'd like to read and support more stories like this, feel free to come join my Patreon for the price of a slightly larger cookie per month https://www.patreon.com/ausdpr

Chapter 4 “Lindsey, hey, I need some help.” Miranda couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed, having to call her agent to ask her how to change a diaper. “Miranda? What's wrong?” Lindsey was quick to respond. Miranda could make out the concern in her voice. In the background she could hear a squeaker and the giggles of a little. “Nothing is wrong. I just need… I just need you to walk me through something is all.” Miranda tried to reassure Lindsey that all was fine. “Good.” Lindsey sighed in relief, “I am going to go ahead and assume that you need me to walk you through a diaper change, correct?” Lindsey was always one step ahead of Miranda. Where Miranda was scatterbrained and what notes she did take were totally disorganized, Lindsay was precise and perfectly organized. “Yes please.” Miranda blushed a bit. She felt small, like a little caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Lindsey just had a way of making Miranda feel like that. “Okay.” Lindsay paused for a bit, “Did you already feed her, because if you did then it's probably best to just give her a bath now. How were you thinking of bathing her, little tub or just using your own?” “Well, I… I was going to change her and then give her a bath in the regular tub.” Miranda mumbled as she started to actually realize what she had just said. “So, you were going to change her into a fresh diaper and then immediately take it off so you can give her a bath.” Lindsay sighed loudly, “Girl, I swear that if you didn’t have me reminding you to take breaks from your art, you would have forgotten to eat!” “I know, I know.” Miranda started to play with a bit of her hair, “I’m sorry, everything just happened so quickly, I think my mind is still trying to play catch up.” “I know, it’s okay, I promise. Though, I highly recommend that you try and implement some sort of schedule, feeding, changing, all that stuff. That is for her benefit as much as it is for yours. Spirits know your sleep schedule is all over the place.” Lindsay was about to say more when she paused. Miranda could hear her sniffing, “Call me after her bath. I got a lil' stinker to change. Kisses.” “Kisses.” Miranda sighed as the phone line went dead. This was all happening so fast, she was starting to think that she was in over her head. Who was she to think that she could take care of a little, she could barely take care of herself. It was only because of luck that she had gotten as far as she had. She had no formal art education, hell, she barely graduated high school. Miranda was ready to throw in the towel, however, she glanced over at Kiki who was looking back at her wondering what her mommy was doing. Miranda couldn’t help but smile when she saw those big blue eyes looking back at her. She was entrusted with Kiki’s care, someone believed in her, even if she didn’t believe in herself, that was good enough for her. “Hey sweetie.” Miranda smiled as she picked the little up, “So, here is what is going to happen. Since mommy is a bit of a scatter brain she nearly changed you into a fresh diaper before your bath. So, instead of that, how does taking a nice warm bath with mommy sound, hmm?” “Bath sounds good.” Kiki said as she looked up at Miranda from the changing table. The regressive formula was still circulating through her system causing her to act like a proper little and be submissive towards amazons, not she needed the formula to be submissive. “Good girl.” Miranda said as she picked the girl up from the changing table, “Sorry about that, mommy is still a bit excited about having you home with me.” Miranda said as she cradled the girl in her arms. While the excitement about adopting Kiki was first and foremost in Miranda’s mind, she was always a bit of a scatterbrain and her studio showed that with various half finished works. Miranda made sure that Kiki was safe in her arms before she carried the girl to the bathroom. “I’m afraid I’m out of bubble bath right now, so you will have to take a normal bath, sorry sweetie.” Miranda reached down to twist the drain plug into the locked position. “Awww, but bubble bath!” Kiki whined a bit in Miranda’s arms, “I want bubbles!” “I know sweetie, I know.” Miranda said as she sat down on the closed toilet with Kiki in her lap, “Lets get that yucky old diaper off you so you can take your bath, okay?” The amazon’s hands worked their way past the snaps of the little’s white onesie revealing a fairly yellowed diaper, “Such a good girl, using your diaper like a good little.” “I’m a good little?” Kiki looked down at her diaper and poked it a bit, “Squishy!” She smiled before looking back up at Miranda. “That’s right, you are a good littles. Good littles make their diapers squishy.” Miranda cooed as she started to work on the diaper’s tapes, but she was having a bit of difficulty, “Jeez, these tapes are strong, either that or mommy needs to work out more.” Miranda chuckled a but before muttering, “Should probably work out more anyways.” “Can I help mommy?” Kiki said as she watched Miranda struggle with the tapes. If Kiki’s adult mind was still at the forefront of her mind, she would be mortified and excited at the same time, all bundled up in a confused heap. “No, mommy has it.” Miranda grumbled as she gave one of the tapes a yank. The yank managed to take the tape off of the diaper’s landing strip, but also took some of the plastic backing as well as some of the diaper fluff, “Great job Miranda, real A-plus work. Can’t even untape a diaper correctly.” “It okay mommy.” Kiki smiled as she looked up at Miranda, “I’ll make another squishy diaper for you later!” Even with the regression formula affecting her brain, bits of Kiki’s full personality still managed to manifest themselves, especially her tendency to be a people pleaser. Miranda couldn’t help but smile at the little’s gesture, “Awww, thank you sweetie, mommy appreciates that alot.” Miranda inhaled deeply as she tried to calm herself. As the amazon was preparing to try and go for the diaper tape directly below the tear, she found that there was a blue section of the tape that came away from the rest of the tape, a quick release tape, “Oh, you are kidding me.” She sighed as she pulled the tape off much easier than the first one. With one side of the diaper untapped, the soaked diaper easily fell off the girl’s slender frame and onto Miranda’s lap. The Amazon quietly pushed the diaper onto the linoleum floor. Once the diaper was off, Miranda saw Kiki’s burn scars for the first time. They didn’t extend beyond her crotch, but Miranda could see the damage clear as day. The grass blade pattern of scars only lasted a few inches, these were the scars that were furthest down the thigh. The closer towards Kiki’s diaper area that Miranda looked, the worse the scars got. Miranda wasn’t going to tell Kiki this, but the scars reminded her of a horror movie she had seen when she was a kid, it was not pretty. It was a landscape of varying textures, raised and lowered sections, and patches of reds, pinks, and tans. Miranda teared up a bit when she saw the physical extent of what had happened to her little back on Earth. Miranda quickly wiped away the few tears that formed in her eyes. She knew that the damage was bad, but seeing it was different than reading about it. At least Kiki didn’t see her cry. Miranda reached up and turned the hot and cold water knobs above the tub’s water spout, “Alright, the bath is filling up sweetie, we just need to wait a little bit, okay?” Miranda “Okay mommy, you said you were taking bath with me, right?” Kiki smiled up at Miranda’s face. The scars hadn’t physically bothered Kiki for about a year or so, but back on Earth, they wrecked havoc on her self esteem, though they didn’t seem to be an issue for regressed Kiki. Miranda nodded, “Yes sweetie, mommy is taking a bath with you.” Miranda gently sat Kiki down on the fluffy bath mat, “Just stay there while mommy gets undressed, can you do that hmm?” Miranda gave the little a few head pats after she set her down. “Okay mommy.” Kiki smiled as she looked up at Miranda. From Kiki’s point of view, Miranda was her mommy and her mommy was always going to be the prettiest person in the room. The amazon wasted no time in removing the sweats she had been wearing when she got the call about adopting Kiki. Miranda kicked off her sweat pants revealing her seashell print boy-shorts. Within minutes Miranda had her boy-shorts and the rest of her clothes and underwear off. Kiki could see that Miranda had a few tattoos, they were small things, a few flowers on the left hip and some weird glyph-like things on her right shoulder. Miranda started to examine herself in the mirror. “Packin’ on the pounds aren’t we?” Miranda sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror while holding a bit of her stomach, “Eh, lets just call it baby weight.” Miranda chuckled to herself, “Yeah, that way I can tell the girls at the salon that I lost the baby weight real quick.” Miranda smiled to herself before looking at her hair, “Speaking of the salon, I could probably use a touch up before that gallery opening, wait, is my passport still valid? What about Kiki, what do I need to do about her? Need to check on that tomorrow, probably best to call The Bureau.” Miranda sighed as she leaned on her sink, “Tomorrow is just getting busier and busier. Ah well, more reason to get to bed soon.” “Alright sweetie, bath time!” Miranda smiled.The pink haired amazon slowly stepped into the amazon sized tub and crouched so that she could ease herself into a sitting position against the tub’s curved end without splashing, “Here comes the fun part.” Miranda grimaced as her skin came into contact with the cold dry porcelain. Once Miranda got over the feeling she reached over and lifted Kiki up by her armpits, “Ready for bath time?” “Bath time!” The little smiled and playfully kicked her legs making sure not to accidentally kick the tub all. Kiki smiled as her feet started to enter the water but quickly found themselves resting on Miranda’s thighs, she knew that she was safe with her mommy. Kiki let Miranda slowly guide her body so that her head and breasts were resting just above the water, her head nestled safely in between Miranda’s breasts. Once Kiki was safely in the tub, Miranda started to ease more of her body into the warm water, not so much as to have Kiki in any danger of drowning, but enough so that more of her body was submerged, “Oh this is just what Mama needed.” Miranda smiled as she slowly started to undo the braids in Kiki’s hair, while the pigtails were nice, they didn’t line up with how Miranda wanted Kiki’s aesthetic to play out. ---------------- Miranda smiled as she carried the bundle of towels that contained Kiki into the nursery. Miranda herself had her dark green bathrobe on with her hair done up in a towel. The bath was one of the best that Miranda had in a long time. Most of the time her brain was swirling with various concepts for art or worries about personal things, but today, all her mind was devoted to the little that was in her arms. “Now, let’s call Aunty Lindsy and see how mommy is supposed to diaper you.” Miranda said as she laid the towel bundle on the changing table and grabbed her phone out from a pocket in the bathrobe. With a few precise swipes and taps Miranda had called Lindsay and set the phone to speaker so she could use both her hands. Miranda set the phone by Kiki’s feet as it rang. “Miranda, I trust that her bath went well?” Lindsay said as Miranda stretched a bit and got the last few droplets of water off of Kiki using the towels that the little now rested on. “Yep, nice and relaxing. Turned it into a mommy little bath time session, ya know. Skin to skin contact, bonding, and all that stuff that they say on TV. You know what I’m talking about right?” Miranda smiled as she tickled Kiki’s tummy eliciting giggles from the girl. “Yes, I know.” Lindsay sighed, “Just be careful, don’t blur the lines between a little and an actual daughter. I wouldn’t want you to get caught up in… that scene.” Lindsay quickly moved to change the topic, “Got all the supplies out?” “Yeah, just one sec.” Miranda said as she started to take account of everything, “Powder, wipes, and oil. Am I forgetting anything?” Miranda smiled as she took the safety seals off the various containers. “Yes you are, and it is a pretty big part of a diaper change.” Lindsay chuckled a bit, she knew that this would be an interesting transition for Miranda, but she was going to help her friend out in any way she could. “Um…. is it the diaper?” Miranda admitted sheepishly as she reached down and grabbed a diaper out of a basket on one of the changing table’s shelves, all of the stocking was courtesy of Daniel. The diaper was a thick brick of a diaper with pink and purple stars decorating the entirety of the diaper. “Correct! Now what you need to do is unfold the diaper and slide it under her. The tapes go in the back and the landing zone goes in the front. Don’t be afraid to lift her legs to get it done. “Okay, tapes in back, landing zone in front.” Miranda repeated as she lifted Kiki’s legs and slowly positioned the diaper under her, “Alright, that is all done. She is being a very good girl and staying still for mommy.” Miranda smiled and tickled the girl more, causing Kiki to laugh and squirm around. Lindsay could hear the little laughing through the phone and smiled, “Great, now apply the powder and oil then tape the diaper up. We don’t need to worry about wiping since she just had a bath, but for when wiping is needed, you need to be sure to always wipe from front to back. Belly button to butt.” Miranda nodded and started to apply the oil and powder before slowly taping the diaper up. Miranda had to redo the tapes several times to make sure that the diaper was tight enough to stay on but not too tight, “Alright, I think I got it.” Miranda said as she stood Kiki up and examined her work, “It stays on!” Lindsay laughed a bit, “Great work Miranda, I can’t wait to meet her. I think we should set up a little play date. What do you think?” Lindsay smiled, she wanted to see first hand how Miranda was adjusting to caring for a little. “I think that is a great idea, can we shoot for this weekend? That should give me enough time to get everything cleaned up and organized.” “Cleaned up and organized, I will believe that when I see it.” Lindsay chuckled, “Yeah this weekend works fine with me. I gotta go get my little one all set for bed. Talk to you later” Miranda smiled, “Talk to you later Lindsay. Thank you for your help.” Miranda appreciated how much her friend had helped her out. The two of them had been close since they were kids and that bond only continued as they grew up. Miranda smiled and ended the call before she slid her phone back into the bathrobe’s pocket, “Ready for bed sweetie, we have a very busy day ahead of us!” Miranda cooed as she pinked Kiki up and set her on her hip. “But I’m not tired!” Kiki whined and squirmed a bit in Miranda’s grip, however, despite the girl’s insistence to the contrary, she was in fact quite tired. Kiki’s body was a bit worn out from all the excitement of the past few hours. Miranda smiled as she opened the nursery’s wardrobe. Instantly her eyes were drawn to a fluffy pink long sleeved sleeper onesie with sewn in mittens and booties and a zipper on the back. Perfect to keep a little nice and snug while also keeping them out of trouble. Miranda carried Kiki and the sleeper back to the changing table. Within five minutes Kiki was dressed in the sleeper. The little put up no resistance, though Miranda’s own eagerness caused her to fumble with the zipper for several minutes, accidentally zipping the sleeper up too quickly and causing the zipper to lock up, a built in safety measure to prevent littles’ skin from being pinched. Miranda had to find just the right speed. Once the sleeper was zipped up Miranda set the little in her crib and made sure she was tucked in and had her plushie, “Don’t worry sweetie. Mommy will be in the other room, I’ll hear everything through the baby monitor. I love you Kiki, goodnight.” Miranda smiled and kissed the little’s forehead. “Goodnight mommy!” Kiki smiled as she snuggled up with her dog plushie. Kiki smiled as Miranda cracked the door behind her. The lights were off but a night light in the corner projected a gently rotating pattern of stars and moons on the ceiling right above Kiki. The little got nice and comfy before closing her eyes. Unfortunately for Kiki, she had no idea what awaited her once she fell asleep. END OF CHAPTER

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Part 29 + Epilogue Breakfast soon became one big mess. Pancake batter was everywhere, turns out you get sloppy if you don’t make pancakes for years. Hannah’s face however was covered in syrup and chunks of pancakes. As were her hands, bib and the highchair. I looked at the ground and was relieved to find it spotless, for now. “So, room for one more?” I asked Hannah. “Yes daddy,” Hannah said, licking her fingers. I looked at Lucy, who shook her head with a satisfied look on it. “One more pancake coming up!” I said, grabbing the bowl of batter. “Daddy?” I heard Hannah say. It’s strange how fast I got used to that. I thought our dynamic as brother and sister was great, but this felt the same, maybe even better. “Yes Hannah?” I asked without turning around. “Don’t you forget to eat?” Hannah asked. “No need to worry about daddy,” I said, flipping the pancake. “She is right, daddy needs to eat too,” Lucy said. I heard her standing up and putting the plate on the counter. She gave me a light smack across my butt. “So why don’t you take a seat and I take over here.” “If you insist,” I said, giving Lucy the reins. I quickly grabbed Hannah’s plate and put the pancake on it. “There you go,” I said, sliding the plate over to Hannah. “Can I have some syrup? Please?” Hannah asked with big eyes. “More? Maybe I should smear the pancake across your face and hands,” I laughed while grabbing the bottle. “No daddy! That’s yucky!” Hannah said, jumping up a little bit. “Yucky huh? Should I fetch a mirror so you can look at the damage?” I said, squirting syrup on her pancake. “Maybe daddy should do that, you look like a syrup monster!” Lucy said, giving me a plate with a pancake. “No I am not! I am the syrup princess!” Hannah yelled. “Maybe the syrup princess needs a crown! How about a pancake crown?” I said. “Nonono,” Hannah said, “That is for the syrup queen!” Hannah said, pointing at Lucy. Lucy’s eyes went wide. “Mike, don’t you dare! I washed it last night,” Lucy said, making another pancake. “Okay, okay,” I said, putting syrup on my pancake. Hannah was already halfway with her pancake. After a few bites she leaned back in the high chair. “Daddy?” Hannah asked. “Can I have some milk?” “Sure, let’s clean your hands first,” I said, grabbing a few wipes and wiped her hand and a little bit of her face. I grabbed a bottle from the fridge and gave it to Hannah. Luckily Lucy always keeps her fridge well stocked with bottles. “Thanks daddy,” Hannah said, and eagerly started sucking her bottle. I sensed Hannah was done with breakfast and started cleaning her side of the table. It took me a good ten minutes to clean everything properly. Even Hannah was cleaner than before the meal. I quickly ate my last pancake while keeping an eye on Hannah, who was watching an episode of her show. Lucy was reading on the couch, not paying attention to me or Hannah. I put away my plate and moved over to Hannah. “Time for a diaper check little miss,” I said while pulling on the waistband. No mess so far, I let out a little sigh and put my hand on her crotch. “Seems like you diaper has seen better days, better take care of this,” I said. “But the episode is not done yet!” Hannah said, pointing at the television. “How many minutes left?” I asked. “Don’t bargain with the baby Mike, if she needs a change she needs a change,” Lucy said, not even looking up from her book. I quickly thought it over. “Just five minutes,” Hannah said softly. I grabbed my phone and set a timer. “Just five,” I said, taking my seat on the couch. Lucy gave me a look of disapproval. “Remember,” Lucy said. “If she leaks, you clean it up.” “I will, don’t you worry,” I said, keeping a close look on Hannah. After five minutes I stood up again and checked Hannah’s diaper again. I looked at the tv and saw that the episode wasn’t done yet. “Time for your change,” I said, grabbing Hannah’s hand. “But the episode is not done yet!” Hannah yelped. “Five minutes means five minutes Hannah,” I said, grabbing the remote and switching the tv off. “No!!” Hannah creamed and stood up. “You’re a mean daddy!” “And you’re a naughty girl for not listening.” I said in a stern voice, still holding her hand. “No! I am the syrup princess! And I want to watch cartoons!” Hannah screamed. “Not going to happen, you’re getting a change and some corner time,” I said, trying to keep my calm. Lucy was watching silently from the couch. “Meanie!” Hannah said and stuck her tongue out. “Do you want some more corner time? Because that is how you get more corner time,” I said. Hannah immediately slumped down. “No,” she whimpered. “So are you going to listen to daddy,” I said, feeling a little proud. “Yes daddy.” “Let’s go to the nursery for your much needed change,” I said, with a softer voice. Hannah silently crawled towards the nursery and I smiled a little at Lucy. “Good job,” she mouthed and went back to reading her book. In the nursery I removed Hannah’s shirt and diaper. I quickly put her in a new white diaper, this time without any rebuff and sent her to a corner of the nursery with a pacifier in her mouth. “Now remember, you’re here for fifteen minutes. Best use of that time is to think about your behaviour. Is that understood?” I said while I looked her in the eye. “Uhu,” Hannah nodded. “Again,” I said. “Yes daddy,” “That’s better,” I said, giving her diaper a light slap. I walked out of the nursery and left the door open. I set another timer, this time for fifteen minutes and sat back down on the couch. Lucy closed her book with a slap and hopped over to me. “How long is she in time out for?” Lucy asked me, gently laying a hand on my knee. “Fifteen minutes,” I said, placing my hand over hers. “Just enough time for a make out session,” Lucy said. Before I could get a word in her tongue was already in my mouth. The fifteen minutes went by quicker than I had expected. Lucy and I were still in our make out session when my alarm buzzed. “Time to check on Hannah,” I said, giving Lucy a quick kiss. Lucy stroked my back as I stood up. “You can give her fifteen more minutes,” Lucy said with a wink. “I wish, but I better keep an eye on her,” I said as I walked towards the nursery. I entered the nursery and was immediately greeted with a foul stench. I pinched my nose with my fingers. “What smells so bad?” I asked, seeing Hannah still standing in the corner, her diaper discolored and sagging. “Really? I just changed you.” “I really had to go, and I couldn’t leave the corner!” Hannah said, turning around. A massive grin was spread across her face, she knew damn well what she did. My punishment I guess. “Better get you a quick change,” I said, still pinching my nose. I helped Hannah up on the changing table and removed the tapes. The stench made my eyes water when I unfolded her diaper. “How is that possible in just fifteen minutes,” I whispered. Trying not to open my mouth too wide. I could almost taste it. Luckily for me the damage was contained to her butt. I grabbed a box of wet wipes and started removing Hannah’s number two. “Seriously, what did you eat?” I asked. “Just pancakes, and yesterday chinese!” Hannah said happily. “And before that?” I asked. “Unions I think, with beans!” Hannah grinned. “Little jokester,” I said, grabbing a pacifier from a shelf and putting it in Hannah’s mouth. After too many wet wipes to count I finally got Hannah’s butt clean. This time I grabbed two white diapers and made holes in one of them. “Two diapers daddy?” Hannah asked from behind the pacifier. “UHu, extra thick, and extra cute seeing you crawl in these,” I said, holding up her legs and sliding the diaper with holes under her. I applied some lotions and powder where needed, and I quickly taped her into it and put the other diaper over it. I helped Hannah off the changing table and instructed her to crawl to mommy. “There she is, has someone learned her lesson?” Lucy asked Hannah, who crawled into the living room. “I totally forgot about that,” I said, following Hannah. “The little miss here made quite the stinker for daddy.” “Uhu!” Hannah yelped, climbing on the couch and sitting next to Lucy. I sat down next to her. “Hannah, I still have to ask you, have you thought about what you did wrong?” I asked Hannah. “Uhu, for not listening to you, even when you gave me five more minutes to watch my show,” Hannah nodded. “And?” “And for yelling at you, and for calling you mean,” Hannah said, her eyes focussing on the floor. “Seems to me that you learned your lesson, so all is forgiven,” I said, kissing the top of her head and pulling her in for a hug. “So, what now?” I asked Hannah. “Mulan?” Hannah asked with big eyes. Lucy let out a little groan. “Mulan it is,” I said, switching on the tv and starting the movie. Lucy stood up from the couch. “If you don’t mind me, this is my que to do my errands,” Lucy said, giving a kiss on Hannah’s cheek. “You be good,” Lucy said to Hannah. Lucy turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek too. “And you be even gooder,” Lucy said, booping my nose. Lucy grabbed her things and went out of the door, leaving Hannah and I alone. We watched the movie mostly in silence. Halfway through I needed a pee break and Hannah her bottle. I also put her in a pink dress with a bow in the back, since she looked a bit cold. We resumed the movie and didn’t say a word for the second half. When the movie ended I knew why, Hannah had fallen asleep, her head resting in my lap. I had to say, I was proud of myself. I think I handled it pretty well. I enjoyed myself, I couldn’t imagine that a couple of weeks ago. Me, a daddy for a twenty something year old baby. I softly stroke her hair, I truly came to enjoy this, with Lucy, with Hannah, and with myself. I could’ve never imagined the amount of love I am receiving right now. Epilogue It has been two months now since I moved into Lucy’s house. It was the logical choice. Her house was bigger, already had most of the furniture and I was practically living there already. Lucy and I even joked about adopting Hannah as our permanent house baby. As for the other clients Lucy had, I quickly became a father figure for them. I really liked my try out session with Hannah, and after a couple more times with her, I finally dared to be a daddy for someone else. With the help of Lucy of course. It was also my first time being a daddy for a boy, which, to be honest are a little bit easier to clean. Besides the whole peeing during a change of course. Even Dave came by a handful of times. The first time wasn’t so pretty for him. Lucy still had some unfinished business with him, and immediately started stripping and spanking him. I have never seen her spank someone like that, and it was a good reminder for me to never make her as mad as Dave has done. Lucy started advertising us on different websites, as the couple who would take care of your abdl side. The reservations started slowly coming in and eventually I didn’t need my business anymore as a painter and handyman. From time to time I did a couple of odd jobs, just to get out of the house and to be without the baby stuff. I was still an adult of course, and the extra cash was nice. Luckily Lucy and I still had enough time to explore our abdl side, well, mostly me. Lucy would rather play the mommy, sometimes diapered but most of the time not. Not that I didn’t mind, I asked her about it a couple of times, but she said it was okay. She was more of a diaper lover than an adult baby anyway. One time I took it a little too far and got the spanking of my lifetime, which felt great! Our relationship has deepened a lot in just a very short time. Sure we had fights, over basic things, over taking out the trash, and even over Hannah. Hannah and I still had our brother and sister time, it was one of the things we all three agreed on. Once a month, three days for ourselves as a happy family. Mommy and her two little babies, sometimes I wear one of Hannah’s dresses and mommy pretends she has two girls. Hannah suggested that I should grow out my hair, I retaliated by suggesting Hannah should have a buzz cut. We bought another highchair so Hannah and I could sit next to each other. I don’t know if that was a good idea, since Hannah was a very messy eater. There were a couple of times I got some kind of sauce in my eye thanks to Hannah’s wild behavior. I sat at the kitchen table, diapered and drank my coffee and enjoyed my late breakfast of eggs and bacon. Hannah was laying on the floor in her dark blue onesie. In Front of the couch she was colouring away while Lucy sat on the couch, reading. Lucy’s foot slowly tapping the rear of Lucy’s diaper, Hannah squirming a little when a tap was too hard. I quickly ate the rest of my breakfast and downed my coffee, joining Lucy on the couch. The End Thanks to all who have been very, very, very patient with this story. It only took me a year and a half?? Thanks to all who have giving me feedback on grammar, story structure, or otherwise. And thank to all who were so nice to leave a comment, It meant a lot!

Some of you may know him from the original chat days way back when. His name is dlb with a my little pony icon. He was a great friend with a very kind heart. He recently passed away this week. He was a burn victim and suffered with several complications with different organs. But his body said it could no longer keep fighting and he is now resting in peace and hopefully running, jumping, climbing, and playing again. For any of you that do remember him, I just wanted to share.

Hi! I wanted to start sharing some of my stories here. This is the first chapter in a pretty long series - so please pardon the slowness as I set the stage a little. I'll be sharing new chapters here weekly. And while I have you here - I do have a rather active Patreon where I post a bit of exclusive content, as well as giving my patrons the ol' first access to stories like this one here. They're already reading Chapter 5. So if you're curious, impatient, or just want to see what other kinky little stories I've been conjuring, have a looksie at my Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/quietlyhumiliated). Thanks! --- “How, exactly, did you say you knew this woman again?” It felt silly to be asking this question now, considering that I had known about the trip for a month and that we were two hours into a six hour drive there. But it still seemed peculiar to me. Lily and I had been married for five years, and courted for a few years before that. And in all this time, I had very little recollection of a Madison. “Madison used to be my best friend,” Lily responded with a sigh. “I told you this. In high school we were inseparable.” “And you just...lost touch?” “Well sure,” she said with a shrug as she drove. “It happens. We had different goals in life. I wanted to live in the city and work in the press. Eat sushi. Drink expensive cocktails. She wanted to be a mother.” “You do eat a lot of sushi,” I teased. “I’m glad to see you’ve cut down on the expensive cocktails.” “It was nice to reconnect with her online,” she said, sidestepping my attempt for humor. “I miss her. It’ll be good to see her again.” I felt like a third wheel, and we hadn’t even arrived yet. However, it was with Lily and Maddy’s insistence that I tag along. I was assured that it was a big farm, with a lake, some trails and tons of fresh food. If nothing else, I didn’t want to turn down the chance to unwind a little in the country. I gazed out the window for a while, watching billboards for car dealerships blur by. I found myself dwelling on something Lily had said. “You said that Madison wanted to pursue having a family?” “Yeah,” Lily said. “But...you told me before that she lives by herself out in the country now, right? “Well, not by herself. She just doesn’t have a family.” It was a strange distinction, but it was also the first time that I knew there’d be someone else at the house besides the two of us and Madison. “Who else lives with her, then?” “Another woman. Her name is...Kate? I think. I honestly don’t know much about her.” I nodded, but I felt my stomach twist a little. It was a silly thing, but I began worrying about being more self-conscious than I was going to be already. There was something about women in general, especially women I didn’t know, that just made me clam up. It was nothing short of a miracle that I had married a woman at all, let alone one as fantastic as Lily. The rest of the drive was as much of a slog as the first half had been, though the scenery slowly grew more rural. There were less billboards and rest stops and more decaying farmhouses and pastures full of cows. My anxiety had melted away a little too - there was something about the country air that set my mind at ease and made it a little easier to digest the fact that there were now two strange women I’d have to make a good impression towards. “This is it,” Lilly said, pointing to a small dirt road that branched off the cracked and broken highway we had been on for the last 30 minutes. Given the lack of a street sign, I assumed it was a driveway, but if that was the case, it was the longest driveway I’d ever been on before. I imagined 5 or 6 city blocks fitting between the highway and the house in the time it took us to traverse the winding dirt path. Arriving at our destination, my mouth was agape at just how perfect everything seemed. The gorgeous old farmhouse with its wraparound porch. The old barn atop the knoll behind it, overlooking the sprawling lake and its dock. The pasture rolling into an orchard, separated by an aged fence. It was picturesque. A woman stood outside the house. Her dark hair tucked back beneath a thick headband. She even wore overalls and chunky leather boots. The entire experience felt like I had accidentally stumbled into a romantic comedy that took place on a farm. “Well well well,” the woman said with a joyful look on her face. “Look at what the wind blew in.” We stepped out of the car, the hours of traveling with only a single stop for food taking its toll on our cramped and sore bodies. We both stretched and unfolded our limbs. A deep breath of clean fresh air did wonders for my body and my spirit though; as if it had just rewound time to before we even got into the car. By the time I walked around the car, Lily and the woman were embracing tightly - I could see tears of happiness rolling down her face. After a few minutes of this, with me awkwardly trying to split my attention between their reunion and the beautiful sights of the farm, they finally released each other. “Oh...I should introduce you,” Lily said, straightening out her glasses and sheepishly running a hand through her curly blonde hair. “Madison, this is my husband Henry.” Madison stepped forward, and took my outstretched hand in hers. I hadn’t expected such strength in her slender figure, but she gave my hand a firm shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said. I wanted to add, I’ve heard a lot about you, but that wasn’t even true. “You’re taking good care of my friend here?” Her hands were on her hips. “Well...I…” “Calm down, buddy, I’m just teasing you.” She gave me a playful punch to the arm. “Lily wouldn’t waste her time with some ding dong.” “Let’s not go that far,” Lily teased, and the two girls started laughing together. It was surreal to me - there was this almost immediate rapport and connection between the two of them, as if no time had even passed. Maybe that wasn’t unheard of between old friends, but considering that I barely knew who this woman was, Lily herself suddenly seemed more mysterious to me. “I just got some water on the stove. Can I get you a cup of tea?” Madison asked. “That sounds perfect actually,” Lily replied. “Henry?” “No tea for me, thank you.” I was only half-listening - I kept finding myself distracted by how gorgeous the farm itself was. “Why don’t we go in and get some tea. I can help you bring in your bags in a few minutes. Henry, why don’t you go take a walk around the farm? I promise, you can’t get lost - you can see the house from just about anywhere on the property.” “Are there animals up in the barn?” I asked, pointing to the big barn on the hill. “The tractor is in there, and mostly supplies. And hay. If you’re looking for animals, we have some goats and chickens down that way.” Madison pointed down another hill towards some smaller buildings. I could see the fenced-in chicken coop next to it. “The goats are probably all over the place this time of day, but you might catch a lazy one taking a nap in there. Oh, and Kat might be around somewhere.” “Aww,” I said. “What’s the kitty’s name?” Madison laughed. “No, sorry, not a cat. Kat. She lives here too.” I blushed a little, feeling stupid for asking the question, though neither seemed to dwell on the moment long. “Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Lily said, “Kat is your...roommate?” “Well, sure, I guess,” Madison said with a shrug. “My partner.” “Ohhh! Gosh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were…” “Oh it’s not a big deal,” Madison replied with a casual shrug. “I didn’t know either. And then one day you see a cute girl and you think to yourself, ‘I’m going to make her sit on my face.’” The girls laughed again, as I found myself blushing. It was a cute sentiment, but I wasn’t sure what to do with that information. I excused myself and made my way down the hill towards the small barn, catching moments of loud laughter behind me as the two girls reacquainted further. Good for her, I thought. Good for them. I was genuinely happy they reconnected. And I was happy to be on this farm. I could see a goat or two out in the field as I approached the building. The closer I got, the stronger the scent of the animals got. It wasn’t offensive - I had been on farms and around animals before. But between the goats and chickens, a thick “farm scent,” for lack of a better word, permeated the air here. I pondered whether or not I liked it more than the scent of old garbage and the exhaust of city streets. Taking a step into the barn, I saw a number of stalls lined up on either side, each having cute wooden plaques with the name of their current resident. Trudy. George. Batman. Penelope. Bethany. Carlos Santana. Pretty good goat names. “Hello?” I said aloud. “Any goats in here? Trudy? Batman? Carlos?” I heard something moving behind one of the short walls towards the end of the stalls. I walked towards it slowly, assuming it was an animal. Still - it seemed weird for it to be an animal, considering that it sounded like it was coming from an area that wasn’t a part of the stalls themselves. Had I discovered a rogue goat or chicken? I crept past the stalls, and as I rounded the corner to where I heard the sounds, I was surprised by seeing...a head full of ginger colored hair. “Oh! Uhm…” the red head seemed to have stashed herself away in this small space, and she was...squatting? I couldn’t really tell what it was she was doing. Whatever it was, her face had turned beet red and she practically leaped to her feet. “I’m so sorry to have startled you!” I said, worried I had given the girl a heart attack. “Madison said I could come down and look at the barn and…” “O-of course,” she said, a sheepish smile showing on her blushed face. “I...I’m Kat. You must be Lily’s husband?” “Yeah,” I said, offering my hand again. She shook it, a gentler and more timid grasp of my hand. “All the goats are out in the field now,” she said. “Y-you could still go out and walk around and see them if you want to.” “I can come back later,” I said with a shrug. She seemed distracted. Perhaps interrupted. I felt bad that I had barged into the barn without warning. “I can go head back up to the house for now, I was just being nosey…” “Well, uhm, yeah, you’re welcome to hang around if you want. I was just...uh...doing some chores. But...I’ll see you around, yeah?” “Sounds good! Nice to meet you.” “Same,” she said bashfully. As quickly as she popped up from the corner of the barn, she fled out a side door. It was a strange interaction - perhaps most strange because for all my worrying about being awkward, I hadn’t been the awkward one. I took one last look in the small cubby between the last stall and the barn’s wall where Kat had been - curious to see what she might have been working on - but there didn’t seem to be anything of note. Nothing broken. No tools. Just a small space between walls. I shrugged, heading back up to the house.

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I saw a Tumblr post about someone attaching a cut catheter to a chastity cage. I made one the other day and I am loving how it works. I thought the tip of my penis would get sore but since the chastity cage keeps it in place, there is no rubbing and soreness. I have used stents in the past and have had a couple mishaps with they getting lost in my bladder. This method prevents that and I can sleep with it in without issues. I had an awesome night of bed wetting sleep. It is also fun being in chastity. I haven't had problems leaking because of the chastity too. https://55694.tumblr.com/post/190353791067/my-cage-with-a-built-in-12fr-intermittent-cath

I do! I'm not going back to work until January 4. I'm going to spend the next two weeks: Editing stories Writing new stories Starting a regular exercise routine And doing whatever the heck I want Christmas Vacation is awesome.

Awesome story!!

LOL

I have both Thursday and Friday off.... with Thur. being forced PTO. But, I don't mind really --- 4 day weekend, which will likely be spent diapered 24/7 or as close to it as I can manage.

I could definitely handle any woman who enjoyed poop like you! Bring it on!

Absolutely! I'm really happy to help other creators in our community. Discord link: https://discord.gg/FvyTkRu And feel free to PM me with any questions you have.

My last day was this past Friday and I don't go back until January 11th. So excited to relax and spend time with my Wife and Daddy ?

It would be a shame if this story won't continue. Such a great story ?

Sweet! I have a three day week next week

I'll start by saying I'm an atheist and an expert in physics. People don't realize that Albert Einstein was fundamentally wrong about quantum mechanics because of his preconceptions from his religious beliefs. He would not have been able to understand modern physics today, because of that limitation and as a result been unable to think of lasers or modern day computers as a result. Their is a lesson there actually. I think there is no issue in believing in a God as long as you remember that the tenets of your religion are for wisdom and not knowledge. If you do that, then you can keep moving forward while also avoiding the traps in life. There are good lessons to be learned in most religions. The Dharma in Buddhism reads a lot like the sevens habits of highly effective people and Dave Ramsey gives great advice on money management. I saw their wisdom and it fundamentally changed how I ran my household, but I left their beliefs at the front door. Whether or not you agree with their beliefs is your choice, but it shouldn't matter.

My heart dropped reading your message but I'm relieved to see it was only satirical. But it's sad that there are actually people who think that way. Anyway, I just wanted to share my story and proof that preventative measures work. I work in a nursing home. A fairly large one at that. When I was hired, there were no COVID cases. Two weeks later, there were over 40. Resident and Worker alike. It shut the whole facility down. No visitors on any section, temperature checks, upgraded masks (we went from plain surgical to the KN94s), and if I even wanted to step NEAR the hall with residents, i had to put on one of those plastic apron things with a face shield. We eventually had no more cases. They tried to lift restrictions the week after we had no cases. 3 people got COVID. So they slammed the regulations again and we've had no cases in over a month and a half. On top of that, we get tested twice a week for COVID. Yes it's the one where they shove the swab into your nasal cavity. Yes it hurts. But when lives are at stake, you can't half ass anything. I asked the administration one day if they ever had to do anything like this for the flu. NEVER. COVID is a real threat. Even my uncle who never believed in COVID changed his mind after he and his grandkids caught it. It's not the flu.

These are wonderful and leave me tingling in my tummy imagining myself as those husbands.

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

I really cant see the problem in changing myself. Have been changing my own diaper for over 20 years why stop now ? Only because I am married to a diaper lover that has been into diapers 40 years herself.. If I am busy she knows how to change herself and vise versa. I married her because I love her. It is a partnership. We do check each others diapers for fun and games and shits and giggles. We are not AB and don't claim to be (I do like onesies). We have no set schedule to change each other, but we do love when we are messy and then the diaper change turns into fun. You all are taking this too serious. Marriage and living together is all about sharing and doing things for each other. Weekends for us is diaper check, diaper fun, and diaper sex time and I wouldn't change that for the world. Now for those that may be in a wheelchair or debilitated or incapacitated and must have someone change them I can understand having a loving caring partner that will meet your needs. Thats when love is the most cherished gift of all.

--- As much as Kimi wished she could relive the rapturous moments of her rebirth again, such things were simply not meant to be. Sadly for her, the words of her captors began to fill her ears, pulling her from her thoughts as the woman in purple stood nearby. "I am impressed with what you have achieved with such limited funds, Rebecca. Keep this up and you may be receiving a raise next quarter." "Thank you, Madam President. I really appreciate your-." A digital notification chirped from within the business woman's breast pocket. "Damn it!" Both Jack and Kimi winced as the woman in purple rudely interrupted the doctor. "It's noon! Have you finished with them yet? The photographer is due here any minute!" "I have made all the adjustments you asked for. However, their metabolic rates, especially Kimi's, will need regular injections for the next few days until it slows down to the point where one or two feedings per day will be adequate to sustain them. Since Jackie was born male, her metabolism should slow to the rate you requested in a day or two." The doctor explained, trying to appease her boss. Kimi’s eyes bulged in horrified shock, acidic bile welling up in her stomach as she processed this bizarre explanation, mind aghast; her husband had been made into a woman? A woman who was her twin?! "Good. Being a mother is hard work and the less I have to do with these two, the better." The older woman replied as she strolled over to where Jack laid and unstrapped him from his binding. Jack looked up at the old bat with a scowl as she loosened his restraints. This woman was not his mother! A real mother wouldn't have mutilated him and his wife as if they were her personal playthings. A real mother wouldn't use her children to improve her image and gain sympathy from her crazy country! He may have been an ABDL, but his love for his wife outshone sexual desires of wanting a woman to diaper him. Once the woman in purple finished dressing him in a pink onesie, exactly like the one his wife was wearing, she slowly stretched out her slender fingers covered in her milky white gloves to grab hold of her newest prize. Jack, having waited for just the right moment, moved as swiftly as he could and used the only weapon he still had in his arsenal; his mouth. He lunged at her and bit as hard as he could into her glove covered wrist with his sore gums! “For crying out loud! Stop struggling, you little brat! You know it’s pointless.” "Did baby Jackie gum you?" Rebecca asked with a giggle. "No shit. You have anything I can shove in her mouth to keep her from drooling all over me?" "Of course." Rebecca fished around in the pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a pink pacifier she had forgotten to give to her boss. Of course, she wasn't going to tell the cranky corporate owner that. "About time you did something useful." The cantankerous old woman said as she pushed the inflatable bulb of the pacifier into Jack’s toothless mouth. Before Jack could spit it out, his new mommy pushed the button on the front of the pacifier's shield, causing the teat to double and then triple in size. Jack could feel it filling his mouth with each push of the button until the oversized nipple pinned his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. A cracking noise, coming from his jaw, told the menacing new mother to stop. "Mmpphhh!" Jack whined from behind the enormous rubber pacifier. The damn thing filled his mouth entirely, forced his jaw to it's limit and made his cheeks puff out in an exaggerated manner while completely silencing his ability to speak or bite. "A good baby is a quiet baby." The Corporate ghoul cooed. Still grappling with the fact that her husband was now her twin, Kimi failed to notice that the doctor had moved away from the weird woman in purple and had walked over to her slab. With a trained hand, the physician had unstrapped Kimi and had her picked up and placed in the crook of her arm. Caught off guard, Kimi immediately tried to squirm away from the huge lady, but the giant woman brought her arm into her body, pinning Kimi's face against the doctor's coat covered breasts. "It's okay, Princess. Just calm down." The large lady cooed. "Yes, yes, that’s it. I’m not going to hurt you, not if you cooperate.” The real reason Kimi had stopped squirming so quickly, was not due to the doctor's cooing, but due to the realization of how high she was from the tiled floor. If she fell from this height, she might break her foot or leg if she landed on it wrong! "That's a good girl. Here, this will make your teething gums feel so much better." Rebecca cooed. Kimi cocked an eyebrow, not sure what the doctor was going on about. Her teeth had been removed permanently. They were never going to come back in again. Obviously the lingering pain was from the surgery. It wasn't like her mouth was going to hurt like this forever, right? As Kimi thought about the doctor's odd choice of words, her lab coat wearing captor pushed a pink pacifier into her mouth and pushed down on the shield twice. The rubber teat inflated just enough to give Kimi something to suckle on, or even chew on, if she felt so inclined. The cool bulb did feel nice against her hot, throbbing gums. So, she simply started suckling on the orb shaped intruder. Then, she started rubbing her gums against the thing before taking a bite. One suckle. One chewy bite. One slurp. Another bite on her rubbery binky followed by more suckling. While Kimi soothed her sore gums, Jack and the Amazons heard a literal symphony of suckling as the professional business woman from Earth took to her soother like a teething two year old. The newly crowned mother felt her lips twitch into a subtle grin. Breaking one of her newest subjects was turning out to be a lot easier than she anticipated. "At least one of my daughters is going to be a good girl for mommy." "Indeed. Kimi is behaving like a little angel." The woman clad in the white lab coat agreed as she handed over the content little woman who was happily sucking away on her binky. Now with two diapered Littles on each hip, the Madam of Misery, as she was called by her competitors, boarded the elevator. "Have a good day, Madam President!" Rebecca's voice could be heard as the elevators doors sealed shut. 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 19: Ready or not, Here I come! Even though I’d been given meds to help me become a baby girl for a few days, I was still scared about having to go the hospital to get some tests, and treatment. I woke up in the morning, with a soaked and messy diaper, I instinctively cried out for my mommy, but aunt Cassie came in moments later, and already had a bottle ready for me. I guess I’m becoming so much of a baby, that I needed a bottle to make me stop crying. Aunt Cassie started organizing a tray of things while I finished the first bottle, then offered me a second bottle which I slowly consumed. The scary feelings made me uneasy, but I wasn’t sure Aunt Cassie understood, the way my sister did. I was soon lifted onto the changing table, and glanced over, noticing that she had a catheter, pee pee swabs, antiseptic, and a few more scary things. “Where is sis? I scawed!” I cried out, although aunt Cassie wasn’t surprised I was upset. The scared feelings felt strange because I wondered how Katey felt when she was little. “She is sleeping in, and getting herself ready. Can you keep your legs still?” She responded, somewhat reassuringly. My aunt removed my diaper, and started with the cleanup, before rolling me onto my tummy, to finish cleaning my bottom. It didn’t take long until I got goopy stuff in my bottom, followed soon by having a thermometer inserted. I squirmed and fussed a bit. She pushed in a suppository next, before rolling me back over. I got even more scared when the changing table straps for tummy and chest followed by knee straps to keep my legs in position. My aunt changed her gloves, which means I’m getting my pee pee spot swabbed or a catheter. I started crying, which my aunt kind of expected. “Keep your legs still, okay babygirl?” my aunt requested. She then proceeded to wipe my pee pee spot cleaned with antiseptic, and put the swab in my pee pee spot. It didn’t feel very good, and I got scared and started crying uncontrollably, my legs were moving around a fair bit. “It’s okay, you’re a good little baby girl” My aunt reassured me. I preferred my sis giving me my babygirl treatment. I guess it’s because my aunt is used to working in a hospital, with a lot of kids who cry all the time. It was then my sister appeared, with two more bottles. My aunt waited for me to settle, and then inserted the catheter. “Owwwie! Why it hurts! Ow! Ow!” I cried out. My sister was uncomfortable, but after giving me the bottle I started to settle down, then my sister whispered something to my aunt. I wasn’t sure what my sister was doing, but didn’t take long until I felt my arm being wiped with antiseptic, and a little sting followed. I started to feel more comfy, so I guess it was worth a little sting. I was still crying a fair bit, and squirming around. Shortly after, my aunt was finished with giving me my babygirl treatments, diapered me and then carried me back to my bed, and fed me a bottle, and cuddled me until I settled down. It felt weird in a way, that Aunt Cassie likes to pick up me, and not let me walk even short distances. I know I can walk, but I guess aunt Cassie wants me to feel babyish. Breakfast time: Katey started to prepare scrambled eggs for us, with some bacon. About 15 minutes later, Aunt Cassie carried me to the couch, and gave me a bottle to drink. It seems like I always have to have a bottle or sippy to drink, to ensure I don’t get too fussy. After Katey and Aunt Cassie had their bacon and eggs, with some toast to finish off, Katey had a bowl for me, it seemed. “Sis, you hungry? Come over here!” She announced, and kept a close eye on me, as I walked over to table. I was feeling a little weak and slow, and got a concerned smile from my aunt. She sat down next to me, and although I started to feed myself the eggs, she decided to spoon feed me anyway. Katey made some oatmeal, and along with placing some on the table for me, she had some for herself. My aunt spoon fed me the oatmeal as well, before getting up to prepare something in the other room. I noticed my sister had a diaper on, but I didn’t want to ask if it was because she still wasn’t feel well, or that my aunt planned more scary babygirl treatments for me, and she didn’t want to wet herself from a sudden urge to pee, when I’m fussy and scared. Back to bed: When my aunt picked me up and carried me back to my room, and placed me bed, the first thing I noticed, other than a tray with scary stuff, was 3 large sippy drinks, filled with a milky type drink The tray had a catheter, antiseptic, but no injections ready to make sure I feel like a scared babygirl. My aunt handed me one of the sippy drinks, which didn’t taste like the usual milk or formula ones. It tasted chalky and yucky “Umm… Aunt Cassie… This one tastes yucky… I dun like it!” I started to cry. “It has medicine to settle your tummy. I’ll put syrup in the sippy drink, okay babygirl?” My aunt replied, before going into the kitchen to grab the syrup. When she returned, she added syrup to my sippy, and mixed it in, and handed it back to me. This time it tasted a little better. Why did aunt Cassie want me to drink so much of this medicine? It tasted like the medicine I got in hospital, the day before they made me go to sleep so they could do stuff to my tummy. When I woke up, I was sore and uncomfy for a few days, but my meds made me sleepy, so it didn’t feel too sore. I got really scared because I wondered if the doctors were going to do something to make me stay in diapers for a long time. I cried and sobbed, but kept drinking the sippy drink so Aunt Cassie wouldn’t be mad at me. My sister heard me sobbing and crying, and came in to check on me, and whispered something to Aunt Cassie. After I finished the sippy drink, my sister asked gave me a hug. “Good girl… is your tummy feeling okay?” My sister asked, clearly concerned that I was upset and not in a good mood. I insistently nodded. My aunt checked my diaper, and I was pretty soaked and a little messy. She whispered something to Katey. “Would you like some pudding, little sis?” Katey asked, and I nodded. While waiting for Katey, I had an uncomfortable tummy cramp, and burst into tears. I was too focused on my tummy, but aunt Cassie seemed like she added some meds to my pudding. I wondered if there was anything they couldn’t sneak meds into, as part of my baby treatment. My aunt picked up a spoon, and I accepted the pudding as a spoon feeding. It tasted pretty good after the yucky sippy drink. I guess my crying gave it away, but soon aunt Cassie put my pacifier back in my mouth. As I lay in bed, squirming and very comfy, my tummy still cramped, but at least I started to settle down. Okay, I fussy: I don’t know what was in the sippy drink, but It made me mess my diaper easily, as well as wetting often. As my diaper filled up, I cried until my sister came back check on me. Katey lifted me onto the changing table, removed my diaper and started cleaning my little girl parts. Aunt Cassie watched to make sure Katey cleaned me properly, then she rolled me on my tummy. Katey cleaned my bottom pretty well, although I was squirming a lot. “It’s okay babygirl, you might need extra meds to help keep you comfy. Can you stay still for us?” Aunt Cassie asked. I tried to stay still, but then I got scared when I felt antiseptic on my bottom, then heard aunt Cassie whispering to Katey. I moved around even more, and kept crying as I was scared, and they prepared something, probably a shot, to help me cry like a babygirl does. “Settle down sis, I know your scared, but it’ll be a little sting, and you’ll start to feel more comfy” My sister said in a soft tone. Soon after I felt a little sting. “Owwwwwiie! Big sting, no little sting!” I sobbed, while trying to stay still so it wouldn’t hurt more. Next my sister rolled me onto my back. The meds made me sleepy, as I lay there getting my pee pee spot cleaned, so they could swab my pee pee spot, again, before back in a fresh diaper. I didn’t want to tell aunt Cassie, but I was starting to accept my babygirl treatments, which was a scary feeling. My sister picked me up and gave me a big hug, before placing me on my bed. Having to go to the doctors, get scary stuff done to me, and then go home, and then be treated like a toddler. I could cry when I want to be changed, or fed a bottle, or just picked up and cuddled. Laying there, and feeling sleepy and weak, I realized why my sister asked aunt Cassie to give me meds to help keep me comfy, because she knew what it was like to be forced to regress into a diapered crybaby. She’d been through the same experience.

Merry Christmas everyone. I managed to finish another part of the story. Once again, thank you all for your comments and support. Not even half-way through checking out, Richard began nodding off. After all, it had been a very eventful day and he still hadn’t eaten anything more than the cookie the nurse had given him. It wasn’t long before his head was down on top of his new bear. After taking the requisite picture, Susan decided to let him sleep. When they got back to the car, they found that Deputy Hastings had managed to park Darryl’s SUV not far from Susan’s car. While Susan carefully moved Richard from the cart to the car seat, Darryl and Hastings began loading up both vehicles. Putting the food, open changing supplies, and clothes in Susan’s car, Darryl said: “Honey, why don’t you head on home and get Richard something to eat? We’ll follow along as soon as we can.” “Good idea.” After making sure that Richard was secure, she got in. After an uneventful 30-minute drive, she pulled into the driveway of a modest ranch style house. Gently waking Richard, she released him from the seat and carried him inside. Going through the kitchen, she went to the family room. Sitting him on the couch, she knelt in front of him. “Will you be good and stay right here while I get the stuff from the car?” At his nod, she got up. “Thank you. I’ll be right back, then we can get you something to eat.” Once she had everything brought in and the food put away, she decided that until she had a chance to wash the bottles, she was better off heating up one of the ‘Little Meals’. When she had it in the microwave, she went to get Richard. “Now, I’m going to carry you to the kitchen. If you start to get nervous, feel free to grab ahold of my shirt again.” Picking him up, she balanced him on her hip. Returning to the kitchen she took the meal out and put it on the table. Filling a juice glass with water, she put it by the meal. Then grabbed a fork and napkin, and sat down. “Until we get the highchair set up, you’ll have to sit in my lap.” Making sure to keep both arms around him, she cut up the chicken tenders and cheese fries into Little sized bites. “I’m going to have to feed you. This fork is much too big for you to handle properly. Richard sighed. The diapers were one thing, he wasn’t sure how he felt about being babied. It felt like another form of not having any control. “Can I at least try?” “Tell you what. If you can hold the fork steady for at least one minute, you can try feeding yourself. Deal?” “Deal!” Handing him the fork, she started counting. It was heavier than he expected. By the time she got to thirty seconds, his hand was wavering. By 45 seconds, he gave up. Dropping his arm to his lap, he would have dropped the fork if Susan hadn’t grabbed it. “Good try!” “Please don’t patronize me.” Richard frowned. “It was a sucker bet wasn’t it? You knew there was no way in Hell I would be able to hold it steady.” Watch the language!” She turned him so she could look him in the eye. “I don’t care how you used to talk in your dimension, but we don’t use that kind of language here!” “Is that for everyone, or just Littles?” “It’s supposed to be for everyone, but most people are stricter about it with Littles. And don’t think I don’t recognize that tone. It’s not open for negotiation. If anyone else heard that from you, they wouldn’t think twice about tanning your hide. Now let’s get some of this food into you.” Although she would have loved to do the whole ‘feed the baby’ routine, Susan didn’t think it would go over very well right now. Years of working with children had taught her how to pick her battles and how far someone can be pushed before they lash out. So, she settled for just carefully feeding him. She needed him to be calm for what had to be done later. They were just finishing when Darryl got home. Apparently, Darryl and Hastings had been talking on the way, because they came in with a purpose and a plan. They went right to the larger of the two small bedrooms and moved everything to the other bedroom. Then they got the boxes of furniture, stacking them in the family room near the hallway. That done, they went and brought everything else in. Finding the playpen, they set it up in the family room near the kitchen island. Bringing Richard over, she put him in the playpen. “I know there’s nothing to keep you occupied in here, but we really need to keep you safely out of the way.” She then grabbed the bags of clothes and brought them to the laundry room. With nothing else to do, Richard settled himself to watch Darryl and Hastings put the furniture together. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that they had no idea what they were doing. After watching them study the instructions for a solid ten minutes, Richard felt he had to say something. “I can help with that, you know.” Hastings looked at him. “What does a Little know about putting furniture together?” Frowning, Richard stared back at him. “Well, judging from how long you’ve been staring at those instructions, probably more than you.” “Why you...” He didn’t get any farther before Darryl stopped him. “Hastings, we’ve talked about this. You’re still making snap judgements based on appearances.” Deciding to use this as a training experience, Darryl continued. “Now, look at it more logically. You have someone buying pretty much everything needed to care for a Little. What does that tell you?” “That they didn’t expect to have a Little.” “Correct. Now what are the ways of getting a Little unexpectedly?” “Forced adoption, when the new parent perceives that an independent Little cannot care for themselves.” “Good. And...?” “An Accidental Little shows up.” “Correct. Now, in either of those cases, what are the chances of the Little being regressed?” "Pretty slim.” “Correct. So, that being the case, don’t you think it’s possible that the Little might have some important knowledge and the ability to relay it?” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Now, continue the logic chain. Given what you heard today, what do you think the status of this particular Little is?” “Knowing he’s an Accidental Little that just arrived within the last 36 hours, he’s probably not regressed, and probably has at least some experience caring for himself.” “Well done. And don’t forget, many people will say things around Littles they wouldn’t around anyone else. They forget that Little’s understand a lot more than most people realize. Now let’s see if this little guy really does know what he’s talking about.” Going over to the playpen, Darryl lifted Richard out. As he was picking him up, he whispered. “Don’t make a liar out of me” After putting him down, he gave Richard the instructions, and straightened. “Show me what you got, pal.” Looking over the instructions, saw it was just like the furniture he could have bought at any of the stores in his dimension. “No problem. However, since some of the parts may be a little heavy for me, is it ok if I just direct you?” When they nodded, he started directing them to which parts needed to be worked on when. Within half an hour, the changing table was together. An hour after that and the crib and highchair were done. After Darryl and Hasting had put them in the bedroom, Hastings sat next to Richard on the floor. “I have to ask. Where did you learn to put furniture together like that?” “I’ve been putting stuff like that together for over 30 years. Heck, half the jobs I had I was the one who had to do it. Shelves, desks, bookcases, cabinets, I’ve built them all. I even designed and built my own bed at one point.” He held out his hand to Hastings. “You’re a good man, Deputy. But Darryl is right about one thing. Don’t let your preconceived notions blind you from what could be vitally important. I’ve done that far too many times and paid the price for it.” Shaking his head with a chuckle, Hastings took Richards tiny hand in his and gently shook it. “Trust me, you’ve made a believer out of me.” Seeing Darryl by the door, he got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think my ride is ready to take me home. I’ll see you around.” Turning to the kitchen, Richard saw Susan looking at him. Although he didn’t think she was mad at him, he couldn’t quite figure out what her expression meant. For her part, she had been watching Richard interact with the deputy. It was so easy to forget that he had lived almost twice as long as any one of them. Then he says or does something that just smacks you in the face with it. Shaking her head, she stepped into the family room. “Ok Sweetie. Bath time, then it’s off to bed with you. Do you want to walk or would you like me to carry you?” “Walk please.” She led the way to the bathroom. When he entered, she had already started the water. When he saw the size of the tub, he had a sinking feeling of where this might be going. “I don’t suppose we can discuss this?” “Not a chance Buster. Strip.” When he didn’t immediately comply, she sat in front of him. “Listen. In case you forgot, I’ve seen the whole package already. The only difference between this and the diaper change earlier, is that this will be a more thorough cleaning. Now, you have two choices. You take your clothes off, or I take your clothes off. Pick one.” Groaning softly, Richard began taking the t-shirt off. Then, dropping his pants to his ankles, he kicked them off. The socks were a little trickier. He used to be able to just lift one leg at a time and pull the sock off. Now with his legs spread the diaper, his balance was off. Finally, he leaned on the cabinet, to stay upright and removed his socks. When he tried to take off the diaper, he received another surprise. He couldn’t pull the tapes off. Even with both hands, he couldn’t get it to budge. Just as he was about to utter a word he shouldn’t, Susan turned to see him struggling. “Let me help you with that, Sweetie.” She deftly undid the tapes and slid the diaper from between his legs. “You need to start drinking a lot more fluids.” “Why do you say that?” “For one thing, this should be a lot wetter for the amount of time it’s been on. Also, your pee shouldn’t be this dark. Everyone should drink enough water to have their pee come out clear, or as close to it as possible.” Turning off the water, she waved him over. “C’mere.” When he was next to her, she picked him up and carefully put him in the tub. “Sit.” Richard looked at her. “Woof.” “What was that?” “Treat me like a dog, I’ll act like one. She chuckled. “Silly. Have a seat, please. I need to get a couple things.” The water only came up to half way up his stomach, and was the perfect temperature. Shifting his way to the end of the tub, Richard lay back and let the water cover most of him. It had been a very long time since he could stretch out in a tub like this. The floor of the tub was textured, so there was no chance of him sliding. Closing his eyes, he sighed. When Susan came back in and saw him, she smiled. It was the most relaxed she had ever seen him. Unfortunately, there was much that needed to get done. “Wakey, wakey.” She said before putting several bottles on the floor by the tub. Startled, Richard jumped. Stifling a laugh, Susan apologized. “Sorry about that sweetie. As much as I would love to let you just chill, we need to take care of a couple things.” She grabbed one of the bottles. “Do you know what a depilatory is?” “Yes.” “Good. Now, this is another one of those things that isn’t up for negotiation. It’s a matter of good hygiene.” She held up the bottle. “This will get rid of the hair until we can make an appointment for a more permanent solution. Now, I would prefer we do all your body hair, but for now, I will settle for at least your diaper area. And since there are no razors small enough for you, your facial hair also.” Richard gave it some serious thought. He really didn’t care about the body hair. He had experimented in the past with removing it. However, he had had a moustache for as long as he could remember. He couldn’t remember how he looked without it. However, she had a point about the lack of appropriate razors. Finally, he made his decision. “We’ll do it all.” He held out his hands for the lotion. He spread it everywhere he could reach and she put it where he couldn’t. “Now we need to leave it on for at least two minutes. It will probably tingle some.” After two minutes she took a wet washcloth and wiped the lotion away, along with his hair. Thoroughly rinsing him off, she drained the water and refilled the tub. She let him wash his own hair and helped him by washing his back. When it looked like he was going to skip his feet, she gave him a tap. “Feet too. No skipping anything here.” When he was fully clean and once again rinsed off, she drained the tub. She wrapped him in the biggest fluffiest towel he had ever seen, then picked him up and put him down on the bathmat. He couldn’t believe how soft the towel felt against his newly hairless skin. After she got him fully dry, she again picked him up still wrapped in the towel. “No walking this time. Don’t want those feet to get dirty again so soon.” Carrying him to the bedroom/nursery, she laid him down on the changing table and secured a strap across his chest. “Just to keep my little guy safe.” Grabbing one of the solid-colored diapers, she quickly and efficiently diapered him. “Sleeper, or onesie?” she asked holding up one of each. “Doesn’t matter.” “Of course, it matters. But for now, we’ll go with the sleeper.” Helping him put it on, she zipped it up and put him in the crib, raising and latching the side rail. “Hold on just a minute. I’ll be right back.” She went out, leaving Richard to his thoughts. He found the sleeper incredibly soft and comfortable, and the bed felt like any other bed he had slept in. If he could ignore the rails. He could imagine himself in a hotel room somewhere. Soon Susan returned with a baby bottle of water. “It’s mostly in case you get thirsty, but please try and drink some anyway. You really aren’t hydrating enough. Give a shout if you need anything, and I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams.” She left, turning out the light and leaving the door open. Richard tried to think about all that had happened today, but the combination of the long day and the soft bed, he was soon fast asleep. Susan went to the family room and started to quietly organize everything to be put away first thing in the morning. She was long done with that task and was sitting on the couch thinking about Richard when she heard the garage door. Getting up, she moved to the kitchen where Darryl would be coming in. She was about to ask if he wanted something to eat, when she saw the fast-food bag in his hand. Putting the bag on the counter, he gave her a hug and kiss. “I got something for you too. I didn’t think you would have time to eat.” “You are the best. Shall we eat at the table?” Releasing her, he picked up the bag and they sat down. At first, they ate in silence, but as time went on, they began to talk. Darryl started. “How is he doing?” He’s sleeping. He’s accepting everything far better than I would have expected. However, those panic attacks he had today could make it difficult to get him adopted if they continue.” Darryl chuckled. “You have your argument all planned out, don’t you?” “What do you mean” “You want to just go ahead and adopt him ourselves, don’t you?” “It would make sense. He’s starting to trust us. And we could take care of the paperwork when we take him into the city for his physical and ID chip.” “Relax, Honey. You’re preaching to the choir. Just watching how he reacts to you is enough to convince me he belongs with us. Besides, I really like the little guy. He’s got some spunk buried in him. And you saw how he talked to Hastings to take the sting of being of being directed by a Little.” “Oh, thank goodness. I was worried I would have to work to convince you.” She smiled. “I sometimes forget you are almost as smart as I am” “Yeah, yeah, just because you read more, doesn’t make you smarter.” This was a long running joke between them. They both knew they had different kinds of smarts and tended to complement each other most of the time. Will you be able to take off some time from work?” “Absolutely. I’ll call my boss in the morning. Once they hear we’re adopting a Little, I’ll get a month off with pay to help with the adjustment period.” Suddenly she thought of something. “This won’t cause a problem for you will it? I don’t want anyone thinking that you used your position to take him away from the Westins.” “No need to worry about that. It was thoroughly documented that they were not caring for him properly. Now what say we get some sleep. It’s been a long day and we’re going to have a lot to do over the next few days.” After disposing of the trash, they went to look in on Richard, then went arm in arm to their room.

@pax87 Although i didn't know of dib, I send my condolences: May he always rest in peace, and be able to play and chat to his hearts content in the heavens above. To those that knew him or knew of him, He will always be a part of this community, and I do agree with @spoonchicken - He deserves a posting in the ADBL Memorial Forum. RIP Brian

We were cool....I helped sponsor the publication of his autobiography. I will miss him a lot He deserves a posting in the ABDL Memorial Forum RIP, bro

I'm sorry to hear that.

So sorry to hear this. Best wishes to his family and friends!

Happy to hear this ! And very curious to see what gonna happen next ! I think someone needs some mommy time with Zoe eheheh

I wore one for the 2nd time the other day... I'll rephrase that. I wore my 2nd Alpaca the other day. Put it on, with a booster, at 9am. We walked 2 miles to the pub for lunch, where I had 2 pints (together with a 'substantial meal' as per UK government Covid rules). We walked back home & I stayed in the Alpaca until bedtime, by which time it was, unsurprisingly, maxed out. Pretty good really, apart from the single use tabs. I'm surprised Rearz haven't upped their game on the tabs. I won't buy more Alpacas as there are nappies just as good around with repositionable tabs (eg Astronauts which I'm in just now). I'm not convinced the Alpaca holds significantly more.

LOL thats probably true. Well, they might be. Might be those soft booties, nice and squishy, nice and warm... not so good for walking a long time in of course, but thats why you have strollers (also soft and warm) Erica cried as she was lead by the hand through the parking lot. Her walk was reduced to an awkward waddle by the thick, swollen padding between her legs, and the building that offered her sanctuary seemed miles away. Everything about her plan ended up as perfectly bad as it could. Her diaper itched like heck and smelled worse, and it protruded behind her stretching the limits of her onesie. The place she was to be changed was even more public then she imagined. A large, brown building, covered with wide windows showing fast food chains inside, crowded with travelers stopping for a break. From the looks of it she'd have to walk through the entire thing before getting to the bathroom, and then she'd be changed in the midst of a large, public bathroom. As if her outfit and obvious smell wasn't enough to attract attention, she couldn't stop crying, bawling loudly like a baby. She wanted to stop, but even the knowledge that she was doing it in public added to her embarrassment. She tried to use her free hand to wipe away a tear with her stuffed rabbit but even that just seemed like a childish response. "Its ok sweetie, you'll be clean soon" a cheery, if desperate voice said. That voice made it all the worse. It could have been "Daddy" changing her. He could have carried her lovingly and had her clean in minutes. It could have been "Mommy", who at least was arguably old enough to actually be her parent. But no, it turned out Samantha had been designated on daily diaper duty for the entire trip, part of some deal for allowance money and nights off. That meant now only was she being lead to be changed, but to be changed by the younger woman. She remembered daydreaming about how it "maxed out humiliation", but now she just wanted privacy. They entered the building. Round tables and chairs were scattered randomly along it, only leaving room for lines of people waiting for food. The place was crowded, and Erica covered her face as people turned to look at her. By now, their country accepted and were used to different kinds of subs, including abdls, and Erica knew they'd generally treat her as if she actually was a baby. However, all the understanding in the world wouldn't fix their senses, and she saw people cover their faces or stop eating as she passed. The got in a line toward the bathroom. She looked up and down the line, hoping for someone in a similar scenario. Se noticed an adult holding the hand of another, and found what she was looking for. There was one other "little" there, narrow built boy in a short skirt, and clearly padded underneath. He was blushing and sucking a pacifier. He looked back at Erica, and his eyes went wide and he quickly back to the front. He cuddled into the person Erica assumed filled in as his "Mommy", and she looked back at Erica, then at him and pulled his head in, stroking his hair. Erica sighed. Not quite the same. A little possible, a diapered sissy clearly, but not quite a baby like her. He wasn't messy, probably wet, and probably wouldn't be expected to mess. Even there Erica found herself a step down. The line moved slowly, and Erica did her best to stop crying. Each slow step and pause made the bulk in her diaper shift, and she tried not to gag. A few others in the line were noticeably uncomfortable. Part of her wanted to apologize, but she kept silent and sucked her pacifier. Samantha said some things in another language, and Erica didn't want to think of what they were. Finally the entered the bathroom. It was broad and open, with sinks around a central pillar and closed in stalls around the sides. Samantha lead Erica to a back corner, marked with special signs showing adult sized characters in diapers. Once there, she went to the little's changing table and helped her on. Samantha gave an obviously fake smile over a look of disgust. She opened Erica's onesie and mushed her diaper. "Its ok sweetie, we'll get you clean. It will take a bit so just play with your bunny, ok?" Erica nodded. Samantha pulled her onesie off of her, leaving her naked except for the messy diaper- common when Erica was messy. Erica leaned back and closed her eyes. She tried to bring back the mindset she had earlier, but found she couldn't. She felt her diaper being opened and the first wiped pulled against her skin. She gasped, and opened her eyes again. She saw people going around the bathroom, passing by the adult baby on the table. At the very least they were all adults- this part of the bathroom allowed for such things, and so was reserved. She settled into the table. There was nothing she could do now but wait. She heard Samantha grunting and sighing and she worked. Normally it didn't take to long, but this wasn't a normal occasion. Times where she couldn't be changed fast enough usually lead to quick showers for this very reason, but that wasn't an option on the road. "Alright sweetie, almost done," Samantha said. Erica watched as she threw the last wipe out into the trash bin, then reached into the diaper bag. Erica watched as she took out a diaper, then another, then... Four. Four diapers. Erica looked at Samantha with a questioning look. Samantha saw her look. "Well, the book said two or three diapers for long trips, with four as a maximum, depending on the baby." She laid the diapers under Erica and powdered her. "Dad had you in two, but now its up to me, and well..." She taped the first one on. "Dad doesn't need to sit next to you in the car." She taped the remainder, leaving Erica with her legs splayed wide. She helped Erica to her feet then a teddy bear decorated t shirt over her head. "I know you liked that other onesie but we will have to get it cleaned before you can wear it again. Now, come on, lets goo meat Mom and Dad. Sorry, Mommy and Daddy." So, just diapers and a childish t shirt it was- almost the stereotypical embarrassing outfit in AB stories, nothing to cover her diaper at all. She lead Erica, who bit hard on her pacifier and concentrated on trying to waddle in her quadruple layered diaper. She was certain whoever put that instruction in the book did it specifically for ABs who liked extra thick diapers. Under normal circumstances Erica would have agreed with the sentiment, but when she was trying to walk it was more of a pain then anything. More importantly, after her first humiliatingly frog march through the dining hall, she was hoping her second could go as little noticed as possible, and the comically exaggerated waddle did little to help that.

Chapter 3: “Are you ready to go, Olive?” She was seated in a large car seat at the back of a car. A pink diaper bag sat on the ground beside her and Miss Nelly had dressed her in the warmest jacket there was. The young girl shook her head back and forth as angry tears streamed down her cheeks. She sucked desperately on the pacifier, ashamed to admit how it relieved her anxiety. She thought that she’d outsmarted the Tischners. They weren’t supposed to adopt her. They weren’t supposed to even like her. But now she was leaving the orphanage and was probably gonna be sent to another hell. Her third hell. “Don’t pout sweetie,” Miss Nelly tickled under her chin. “I know you’re not as crabby as you act. You’re just a scared little girl.” I’m not a little girl! She wanted to scream. Olive May kicked the back of the seat with her velcro sneakers and crossed her arms over her chest. Miss Nelly sighed and rested her hand on top of her head, smoothing out her hair. “You’re going to love the Tischners.” her voice was honest. “I know it may not seem like it now but they genuinely care for you. Not everyone is out to hurt you, Olive May.” She’d say differently. Everyone had an ulterior motive. There was no such thing as a “nice” person in her mind anymore. So yes, she’d be angry and she’d fight back until she made them see that she was not some toy they could dress up and parade around. “Can I at least have a goodbye?” Miss Nelly sighed. Olive glanced at her disappointed face and she almost felt bad. Miss Nelly placed a tiny kiss on her cheek, the only one who could get away with doing that, and said in a stern voice, “I don’t want to see you back here anytime soon! I think you’ll do very well with your new family.” Everyone called them her new family but they were only fostering her. She’d heard the nurses talking. She would not be staying with the Tischners forever. Eventually, they’d get tired of her and pass her off to somebody else. That’s how fostering worked. “Behave for Ms. Mercer,” her hand cupped her rosy cheek. “It’s only a short ride. You’ll be at your new home soon.” Olive May made no acknowledgment that she heard anything she just said. Miss Nelly closed her door and the car came to life. Ms. Mercer sat behind the driver's seat and glanced back with a big smile, and exclaimed, “are you ready, Olive May?” Her eyes narrowed into slits as she gave her most deadly glare. All the woman did was smile and turn up the radio. Some baby song played that increasingly made her want to jump out of the moving car and into traffic. Nothing was going how it was supposed to go. Before she knew the car came to a stop in a residential neighborhood. All the houses looked the same, large and made of brick. There was a huge front yard and expensive looking cars in the driveway. These people had money and they could get away with anything. Her stomach rolled just thinking about it. ooOoo She was just as she remembered but more cheery… if that was even possible. The house was warm and smelt of cookies and despite its large size, she got a very homey feel. Her eyes wandered over loads of pictures, becoming more nauseous at the sight. There was another girl like her, except they treated her like a newborn. She seemed happy in the pictures and not an ounce of fear shined in her eyes. She wondered how badly she’d been brainwashed or perhaps it was all an act and she was secretly plotting her escape. Olive May was placed in the living room on the couch. It was large and spacious, the walls were painted a light yellow and a large flat screen tv hung on the wall. The brown couch was lumpy and soft and the white wool blanket was neatly folded beside her. She leaned back on one of the toss pillows and stared at the coffee table. There was a bucket of toys like rattles and a few storybooks. She shifted uncomfortably, knowing they’d probably force her to play with the stupid toys. Mrs. Mercer handed Marina Tischner the diaper bag and her other bag full of the few items she owned. “She’s been well behaved so far but I think she was a little sad to leave the orphanage. I believe she and one of the workers were close,” she said. “I’d also check her diaper. She hasn’t used it all morning.” Olive May scowled. She hated the squishy feel of her diaper but could no longer control when she went. In the beginning, she used the diaper only to trick the nurses at the hospital. If they thought she was incontinent then they wouldn’t give her the diuretics and enemas. She told herself that she would pretend until she escaped and then would re potty train herself. Except, it kind of backfired on her and now she was stuck in them, unable to control her bladder. The file lied though, she wasn’t constipated, she just refused to poop. Now, in order to loosen her bowels, they force fed her mush filled with laxatives. Pissing herself, she could handle but pooping, she’d rather throw herself off a bridge. Ms. Mercer finally left and it was just her and her new ‘mommy.’ She watched her from across the room before moving to sit beside her. Alarmed, Olive May immediately scooted back into the corner of the couch and the woman froze. “I… I didn’t mean to startle you.” her mouth was agape. Olive May’s knees were pressed up to her chest and her body trembled. She waited for the punishment that was sure to come. She was punished for everything and nothing. A little pee escaped, she was shaking so bad. Her face flushed red, knowing that Marina knew what had just happened. Heather hated when she flinched away. She hated when she was afraid. “I’m sure you are uncomfortable.” she softly said. “Can I remove your paci?” Oh, yes, please! She wanted to say. But Olive May stayed frozen, unwilling to let the woman come any closer. Marina sighed and placed the pink diaper bag on the ground. Her movements were slow and hesitant as she stood up. “My husband, you remember him right? Christian is his name. He’ll be down shortly with our other daughter. She’s just waking up from her sleep. How about I make you a little snack? I bet you're hungry.” She got her answer from the rumble of her stomach. Her face turned another shade darker, tears burned at the back of her eyes. Marina walked through an archway into the kitchen. Even in the next room, she still had the perfect view of her. Marina took out a cup of yogurt from the refrigerator and poured it into a plastic bowl. She sprinkled something on top and mixed it together. She came back into the room a moment later, her eyes tracked her every movement. The bowl and rubber spoon were placed on the table in front of them and she held a bib in her hand. “I know you’re a big girl,” She couldn’t sound more condescending. “But, even big girls make messes sometimes,” she said. “I’m going to help you eat, alright?” No. It was not alright. Olive May wanted to scream. She cowered further back into the cushion, her eyes ablaze. Marina reached out towards her, bowl in hand, and Olive May did the only thing she felt she could do. With the swipe of her hand, the bowl crashed to the ground. Olive froze, realizing what she had just done. “Oh my!” Marina gasped. Her eyes were wide, flickering back and forth between the spilled yogurt and Olive May. She knew she had fucked up. This was it. This was when she was going to get it. Olive May could practically see the wheels turning in her head as numerous emotions flickered through her face. Her heart thudded against her chest and her hands were clammy. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing her mind would disappear to the faraway place, whenever she knew danger was near. But the haze didn’t come. She stayed stuck in the present, painfully aware. “You’re not in trouble.” Her trembling stopped as she said the last thing she expected to hear. A part of her told her it was just a trick. Another part told her to trust her. But Olive May didn’t believe in the concept of trust. “Christian and I would never lay a hand on you.” Footsteps sounded from up above and Christian entered the living room. He paused, carefully regarding both of them. He carried a girl, just a bit smaller than her, in his arms. She was only in a puffy diaper and fuzzy socks. Her hair was dark and curly, kept short like an actual baby and the pacifier bobbed up and down in her mouth. The girl’s eyes widened and Olive May couldn’t hold it anymore. She felt her muscles unclench as she peed, warmth flooded the diaper. ooOoo Willa wiggled around on the changing table. She was not in a good mood this morning. Tears dripped down her cheeks as he quickly worked to undo her poopy diaper. “What’s wrong, baby?” her daddy frowned as she started to cry. She saw the panic on his face as he quickly worked to finish changing her, retapping the disposable diaper around her bottom. Willa rarely cried, the only times being when she was sick or hungry. “Is your tummy hurting?” he rested the back of his hand on her forehead. “Perhaps, we should take your temperature.” That’s when she really started to squirm. She may have taken to her new life with ease but one thing she absolutely still detested was temperature checks. She did not appreciate having the object forced in her bum and while it didn’t hurt, her little mind couldn’t understand the difference between pain and discomfort. Luckily, he decided against it for now. Sighing, he said, “mommy would be upset to see your tears. Do you want to tell daddy why you're so sad?” Willa couldn’t respond and even if she could, she wouldn’t know how to describe what she’s feeling. She was just… upset. “Why don’t we rest for a little bit, hmm?” he undid the straps and lifted her into his arms. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He smelt like honey. They sat down in the rocking chair, her on his lap as they gently began to sway. He wiped her runny nose with a cloth, the tears still rushing down her cheeks. “Does Willa have a hungry tummy?” his voice rose an octave and tweaked her nose. That usually got her to smile but she wasn’t feeling smiley at the moment. “Or is Willa still a little sleepy?” he pouted. “Because a little friend just arrived, and if you go night-night you won’t get to see her. I think mommy would be really sad. We know how much you enjoy your friends.” Willa did enjoy her friends. There was Lulu, who while quiet was still nice to be around. There were the twins across the street, Mary and Tina. Mary was a baby just like her but Tina was two years old, just starting to walk. She used to be a baby but her parents decided they wanted a bigger girl. No one knew each other's actual ages and it didn’t matter. They weren’t meant to be big, their other life no longer existed. Willa also couldn’t forget about her cousins but she only got to see them at Thanksgiving and Christmas. They lived all the way in Parkland, California. She thought that Henderson was the only ageplay community but there were secret places all over the world and other people like her who were regressed. There were schools, and communities, and secret towns. Sometimes, she would have brief moments of awareness. Her mind was cleared of the fuzz and she could understand what her mommy and daddy were talking about. It’s how she learned everything, but they could tell when she was not herself and was thinking too hard. Her mommy always helped her feel better with milkies. She reminded her of how she was only a baby-- their baby- and that’s all she would ever be. Her daddy looked down at her smiling but she had missed everything he just said. Her tears had stopped though and she only sniffled a little bit. “Does Willa want to meet little Olive May?” he tickled her under her chin and her lips twitched at the corners, a tiny smile appearing. He took that as a yes. She suddenly knew why she had been so upset as they entered the living room. They stopped short at the sight of the strange girl with her mommy. The girl didn’t look all too happy. She was sitting on the ground, and a big yellow patch was visible on the front of her diaper. She sobbed, clutching onto her stuffed elephant as her mommy tried to comfort her. White stuff was spilled all over the rug. It was her mommy’s favorite. She could not have been happy. Willa was not the type to get jealous but Marina was hers. She was her mommy. Why would she be comforting this stranger? Daddy said that she was to stay with them for a while but suddenly Willa felt she had enough friends. She didn’t want another. Willa screeched, garnering everyone’s shocked attention. Her cheeks turned red and her throat burned as she began to cry. She felt Christian’s heavy sigh, struggling to contain his frustration. All she wanted was her mommy. He seemed to pick up on that as she was suddenly handed to her and carried into the next room. “Did my baby just want mommy?” she kissed the top of her head, bouncing her up and down. Her cries softened as the minutes passed but Willa was surprised to see the sad look on her mommy’s face. She was never sad. “That other little girl is your new big sister, her name is Olive May. You two are going to be best friends in no time but right now, she’s just feeling a little scared. She needs a little baby,” she bopped her nose, “to help her feel better. Do you want to be mommy’s helper?” Could she say no? Perhaps they could send her to Lulu’s house. She bets Lulu would love to have a big sister. They were in her daddy’s office, reclining in his chair. All Willa could do was huff. Marina clearly got the message. “You’re never like this,” her voice was tired. “Why don’t you like Olive May? I’m sure she’d really like to be your friend.” Willa was tempted to snort. It was most unconvincing she’d ever sounded. The girl looked about ready to murder someone. Willa wanted no part of that. ooOoo A/N: Hey everybody! I’m sorry it’s been kind of a while since I’ve updated. Thank you for reading and reviewing, it means so much to me! I’m going to be going back to some of the first chapters in the previous story to make it more clear but basically this story is set in the present day but is like secret communities. I didn’t do Amazons or Giants because I still don’t really understand them and didn’t want to get them wrong. I should update again soon but until then Happy Holidays to those who are celebrating!

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Chapter 6: Lisa’s changes Waking up from my nap, crying because I felt like it, and needed changing. I was soaked and messy, as mom expected. I wondered why Lisa didn’t like changing diapers, even though she works as a babysitter for other families. Mom and Lisa entered the room, and put a change pad underneath, and this time, Lisa started removing my diaper, and getting me cleaned up. “Good girl! You went poopy in your diaper while napping like I thought you would!” mom exclaimed. I’m not sure what the big deal was for mommy. Lisa knew how to change a messy diaper, and rolled me onto my tummy, before finishing cleaning. Lisa put another diaper on me, and took away the changing pad. Kelly was sobbing in her room. It sounded like she did something to get spanked again. I know better than to ask mom directly, about things like that. Mom came back in and gave me a big hug, and asked Lisa for the bottle she just brought in, and cuddled me as she fed me the bottle. “Mommy, was Kelly enough of a baby for her nap, or will she get little girl treatment longer?” Asking a little indirectly. “She isn’t ready to be a big girl. She’ll need to be in diapers for at least a few days. Any special good little girl requests for you, Little Panda?” Mom replied. I guess she was happy that I had a babyish nap. I wasn’t sure if it was the shots earlier, or meds in the bottles, but I still felt quite weak, so I stayed in bed, and didn’t have any special requests, so she left the room. Mixed feelings: I had mixed feelings about being babied, about having to wear diapers, and that if Kelly keeps up her bratty behavior and having wetting accidents, we’ll both be in diapers for a while. This is moms way of handling the two of us, who sometimes tease each other. As I woke up from my nap, I thought I overheard Lisa say something about Kelly teasing Aimee, and getting spanked for it. Worse still, she wet herself during spanking. I had to giggle slightly, as Kelly tries to tell mommy she is a big girl, but even without her getting babygirl meds, she still wets herself before or during spanking if she doesn’t go potty first. This could be why mommy was being extra nice, in asking me if I had any special requests. I was still laying in my bed, thinking, when mommy asked if I wanted to share some of Aimee’s apple pudding. I nodded and mommy picked me up and carried me to the couch. Mommy grabbed the bowl, and came over to cuddle and spoon feed me, although I didn’t let mommy know I knew what she had planned. “Yum yum time for good little panda” mommy called out. I opened my mouth, and was fed a pretty yummy, filling bowl. Kelly poked her head out, with a sad expression on her face. She gets jealous if someone else is the center of attention. Aimee was carried to the couch by Lisa, likely after changing her messy diaper. At least Aimee seemed in a better mood after her nap. Lisa watched some Discovery channel documentary with us, about how new flu strains spread, because most people don’t have immunity, or something like that. It seemed like Lisa almost wet herself, waiting for a commercial break. Aimee and I just lay there, not worrying about wetting our diapers. After laying there a while, I did get up to ask Lisa for another bottle when she was in the kitchen. I figured if mommy wants me to wear diapers, I should be allowed to ask for a bottle. Mom and Lisa started preparing dinner for us. We’re getting pan fried chicken and some type of stuffed pasta, topped with cheese sauce. Kelly was still hiding in her room, and upset about her spankings. Lisa kept checking on Kelly, and changed her diaper at least once. Kelly came out, and mom glanced over to her. “Are you ready to say sorry to Aimee?” mom asked, seeing some hesitation. “Aimee, I sorry for teasing you. I was meany sister” Kelly stated, although clearly pressured by mom to apologize to Aimee. As they were finishing up cooking dinner, mom seemed to have a plan for Kelly. “Would you like to sit in the high chair?” mom asked, another trick question. “Okay, I guess I can have dinner in the high chair” She replied, even more confused as to why mom wanted her in a high chair. Normally, Aimee is fed in a high chair, with Kelly and I on booster seats. No Gerber baby food: Mom had prepared a bowl of chicken pasta for Kelly, and placed her in the high chair, with her arms underneath the tray, and proceeded to spoon feed her the meal. Kelly made some mess from squirming, and needed her face wiped several times. At least mommy didn’t feed her the Gerber baby food. Even Aimee gets upset and fussy if she doesn’t like the taste of Gerber baby food. Aimee and I were not ignored while Kelly was being fed, as Lisa had a plate of chicken tenders, which she fed to Aimee first, then let me share them as finger food. Aimee can eat some regular food, and handle finger food, but is spoon fed a lot of the time. She can’t use a knife and fork properly. Mom had placed some chicken pasta in the blender, so it could be spoon fed to Aimee, while Lisa lifted Kelly out of the high chair, and let her walk to the couch. Soon after, Aimee was lifted into her high chair, with her arms sitting on the tray. Mom placed a few plates on the table, including one in front of the booster seat. “Sammy, Would you like to sit on the booster seat?” Mom asked. I nodded, and with some help from mom, sat down on top of the booster seat. I was able to eat relatively normally, with a spoon, knife and fork. Mom placed a sippy drink of lemon coolaid. Lisa had a jug on the table, and refilled my sippy during the meal. I guess this one didn’t need meds to help make me wet often. Kelly got a refill of her bottle of her sippy drink, but was pretty quiet during the meal. I wondered if she had figured out that mommy expected her to want to be babied, not just when mommy decides she needs to be in diapers. Aimee’s tummy became full, and she didn’t want any more, although there was still some blended up food in the kitchen for her. Mommy picked up and carried her to the couch, and let her lay down. Aimee sometimes likes being on the couch, other times she is moody and upset, and being back in her room is better. Aimee was typing on her tablet, feeling quite uncomfortable, but didn’t say anything. Lisa picked her up and cuddled her, which seemed to settle her down. Soon after, Mommy picked her up and carried her into her room, and gave her a bottle, probably with meds for her tummy. Poking fun at Kelly: Lisa prepared dessert for everyone, while mommy checked on Kelly and I. Mommy quietly checked my diaper. I couldn’t resist poking a little fun at Kelly. “Mommy, I guess I won’t have accidents, cause I diaper girl?” I asked, in an innocent voice. I could tell Kelly didn’t like me wanting diapers. “Yes. It seems like at least once a week, one of you will wet your panties during dinner. Wearing a diaper or pull-up would solve that little problem” Mommy replied. Usually it was Kelly who had the accident, but sometimes it was me. At least if she diapered us after a dinner accident, we would soon be in night diapers anyway. Sometimes, I had actually asked mommy to diaper me before dinner, usually when I felt tired or sad. Mommy would diaper me, if I asked. From experience, Kelly especially would throw a fit if she wet her panties during dinner, with me in a diaper. Even though I didn’t really want to be back in diapers, and asking mommy to diaper me before dinner, it was worth it for Kelly’s reaction. I knew she’d get mad at me, if I asked mommy to diaper me, instead of mommy deciding for us. I could only imagine Kelly’s reaction seeing me when mommy decided to give me a shot to help with my babygirl feelings. As much as I hate getting shots, and how scary it feels to lay down on the changing table when mommy has shots ready on the tray, It’s still scary, even when its to help me with my babygirl feelings. Kelly doesn’t think she needs to be babied, and regularly throws a fit if mommy focused on babying me for more than a few minutes. My tummy starting to rumble, but dessert was tempting. Lisa poured pudding over some chocolate cake, very yummy. Lisa took a small serving to Aimee in her room, and probably spoon fed her. Mommy put several more bowls on the table, including one next to the high chair. I waited for Kelly to ask if she can sit in the high chair, but she didn’t, she sat on the booster seat. After a few minutes, mommy looked over that I hadn’t sat down at the table. “Spoon feeding for dessert, Little Panda?” Mommy asked. I nodded and mom lifted me onto the high chair, and spoon fed me dessert. I could see Kelly wasn’t happy with my choice, and I wondered if she wet her diaper in frustration. Staying in diapers: Aimee seems to prefer to see Kelly and I stay in diapers, and sometimes she does nudge mommy to baby us a little more. I wasn’t quite ready to ask mommy just to give me full toddler treatment. I didn’t want to wear diapers all the time, but for now it was easier to let mommy diaper me. Mommy was still irritated Kelly didn’t want to wear pull-ups during the day, and insisted she was a big girl, and could wear panties. Her accidents, and teasing Aimee, was enough for mommy to want her in diapers, at least for a few days. Mommy didn’t say how long Kelly would need diapers, or what her plans are.

Chapter 4: The Park Small Creek Park. The letters were painted a bright yellow on the simple and rugged sign. It was tucked away off the side of the road, hidden from those not looking for it. Dad slowed and turned into the entrance, its tight and winding path leading us further into the trees, leaving the sun behind as the darkness of the trees enveloped us. My anxiety was beginning to creep up, knowing that we were here, knowing that I would be leaving the safety and security of our vehicle soon. And then just as quickly as those trees had come, just as quickly as that darkness had come, they disappeared, opening up into a clearing. A meadow, hidden away like some kind of magical land. Dad drove a bit further in, parking across from a group of cars in the quiet parking lot. It brought me sweet relief knowing there weren't many people here. Relief that still couldn't curb the knots in my stomach. The engine shut off, mom and dad slipped out of the car. Dad headed around back to the trunk, the sound of objects being pulled out reached my ears. Mom took her place in helping me, opening my door, unbuckling me, soothing my worried face with her soft smile. "Sweetheart, it's ok, you can relax," mom said. It didn't help the panic in my eyes, didn't help the anxiety beating within me. I pushed her away when she reached in to pull me out, shaking my head in fear. I didn't want to get out, didn't want to leave the safety and security of the car. "Mommy, please," I begged, pleading with her one last time. "I'll be good, I promise." Mom just kept on smiling, rubbing my back as she gently coaxed the pacifier back into my mouth, pushing my hands away as I tried to stop her. "This isn't to punish you, sweetheart, we would never do that to you," She said, reaching in to pull me out once again. "This is supposed to be fun." I shook my head, refusing to leave. If this was fun, I didn't want anything to do with it. I wanted to get back on the road and go home. I wanted to be safe and sound inside the house where I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me. Where nobody would see me wearing a diaper and sucking on a pacifier. The pacifier. I hadn't noticed, but I was suckling it hard, trying to self soothe, trying to fight the urge to scream and cry rising inside of me. "Sweetheart," Mom tried again, "I promise this will be fun, but you have to trust me." I locked eyes with her, they looked worried and sad, understanding. Like she understood the reason for my fear and reluctance. It helped quell the adrenaline coursing through my body, helped me to accept that I really had no choice in the matter. I nodded, letting her lift me from the car. I clung to her, gripping her shirt for dear life, my thumping heart beating hard against her chest. She held me close, rubbing my back trying to calm my panicked body. "Your alright, sweetheart," She cooed, "Mommy's got you, you're ok." It helped more than I wished it would. The dependence I was beginning to feel, the need for her I was beginning to have felt so good, so right, and yet so wrong at the same time. It made me feel so infantile and small when all I wanted at the moment was to be big and independent. To have my freedom back. She carried me around back to where dad was waiting. He greeted me with a similar smile to mom's, soothing and loving mixed with a hint of worry. He stood behind a stroller, my stroller, there was no other reason for it. Mom moved to set me down. "No!" I cried around the pacifier, refusing to let go, refusing to be sat in such an infantile thing. The pacifier fell from my mouth as my diapered bottom hit the seat. "I want to walk," I said, looking up at mom, fighting against her, trying to stand up, trying to get away. Mom still smiled, still soothed as she gently guided me back in the seat, pushing the pacifier back into my mouth. "I think it's better for you to ride in the stroller, sweetheart," She said, pulling the buckle up between my legs. "It's a pretty far walk still and it's normal for toddlers to be pushed in strollers. She was right. I nodded reluctantly, shuffling in the seat on my thick diaper as mom finished strapping me in. She adjusted the shade over my head, shielding my body from the burning sun, and then we were off. I sat forward in the stroller, doing my best to look around, trying to take in my surroundings. There were some picnic tables gathered around by the parking lot, a small pavilion was off to the side of them, more tables sat under its cover. My eyes drifted beyond that, further into the clearing where there was a small jogging path, I followed it, watched it lead off into the trees. My eyes shifted again, looking ahead of us, the small path dad was pushing me toward. There was a sign there, clear as day with an arrow pointing down the path. The picture of a playground was printed onto it, the word itself was written beneath. I pointed ahead. "Is that where we're going?" I asked, my words slurring around the pacifier. Dad chuckled. "Yes, that's where the playground is, pumpkin are you excited?" I pulled my hand back, thinking for a moment. Any excitement I had was being squashed by the fear of the unknown that lay ahead, the anxiety of what was to come, of what might happen, of who might see me, of what people would say or think. Excited was not the word I would use. I was pushed further down the path as mom and dad talked. I chose not to listen, but rather to drone them out and focus on the world around me, to let myself become absorbed with the sights and sounds of the woods. The constant buzz and noise of the suburbs was absent, that familiar white noise that occupies every second of life. Not even a distant car could be heard. It amplified the singing of birds and the scurrying of reptiles, made nature feel more alive. It fascinated me, how life here could be so different, so calm and quiet, peaceful. It let me relax for a moment, let that anxiety that had been growing all morning wash away. And then the sound of voices broke through that bubble, rupturing the calm that had been, let that anxiety and fear rush back in to take over my body. My eyes locked forward, watching the curve of the path in front of us. A man and a woman appeared. They were older with graying hair, cheerful smiles settled on their faces as they walked side by side. It terrified me, made me freeze in place. Made me pee myself. It started as a trickle and I tried to stop it, tried to stop the flow of pee into my diaper, but it simply wasn't possible. That trickle kept growing until I gave in completely, letting it out into thick padding between my legs, letting my diaper swell with the warmth of my fresh urine. My cheeks flushed red, full of shame and terror. There was no other way to describe the feeling other than infantile. I pushed myself against the back of the stroller, trying to make myself look as small as possible, as insignificant as possible as they came closer. And then she caught sight of me, her cheerful eyes locking onto me, her hand moving up to wave as she mouthed hi to me. My fear and terror spiked as my eyes went wide, pure panic raging through my body as they still moved closer. And then they stopped, they stopped to talk. I felt like I was going to pass out, felt like I was going to vomit. "I'm sorry," The woman intruded, moving to shake mom's hand, her attitude and Arora too cheerful and happy, like some kind of fake Grandma from a Christmas movie. "I couldn't help but notice this little cutie here." Her eyes beamed at me, eyeing me over as though I were a little doll to play with. "I've got a grandbaby around her age. They're so much fun when they're that young." Mom laughed, moving around the stroller to join her in watching me. "Yes, Emily is quite the cutey." "Oh, and where are my manners, I didn't even think about it," The woman said, her focus shifting back to my parents. "I'm Judy and this is Bob," She said, motioning towards her husband who was now stepping forward. "Mark," dad said, shaking hands with Bob and then Judy. "Jennifer," Mom said, following suit and shaking hands. "And then you've already met little Emily here." "Emily," Judy said, eager to have the conversation focused once again on me, on the little toddler. "What a pretty name." She turned back to mom. "Our little Megan just turned four, a bit older than your little one here I'm guessing." Four? Older than me? I wasn't sure whether to feel insulted or relieved. At least she thought I looked like a toddler, thought I was a toddler. It was better than being recognized as the big kid I really was. And so I want along with it, playing the part of a little toddler, suckling my pacifier as I looked off into the distance, pretending as though I wasn't paying attention to the conversation, pretending as though this wasn't the most heart-stopping moment of my life. Not that any of that could hide my red cheeks or the terror written all over my face. "You'd be right, Emily just turned three a couple of weeks ago," Mom said, smiling down at me as dad rocked the stroller back and forth, both of them treating me no different than an actual baby. Again the conversation was on me, three sets of eyes looking down at my blushing, terrified face. My only hope at this point was that they wouldn't notice my wet diaper, wouldn't notice that I had peed myself like some little baby. I just them to leave, just wanted the attention to be on something other than myself. I let myself gaze up at the group of adults, my worried eyes standing out as I cowered in the stroller. That didn't stop Judy from doting on me with that smile of hers, a smile that could only be described as something reserved for little babies. "Oh and she's a shy one, how precious." Dad answered this time. "Ya, meeting new people isn't one of her strong suits yet." "That's quite alright, I wouldn't want to worry her any more than she already is," Judy said, her eyes still locked on me. "Besides I'm sure she's ready to go and play." "We hope so," Mom said, "It was a bit of a drive out here so she's been cooped up for a good while. Hopefully, the park will let her burn off some energy." Judy laughed, "I'm sure it will, playgrounds always seem to have a way of doing that." "They do," Mom said, nodding in agreement. Bob shook dad's hand once again. "Well, we won't take up too much of yalls time," He said, his thick, slow accent intruding on the conversation as he motioned for his wife to finish up, winking at me. "Wouldn' wanna keep the youngin waitin' any longer dan necessary." And it was suit relief to my ears. Judy, on the other hand, didn't look too pleased, but she relented nonetheless. "Oh, I suppose I should get out of yall's hair," She said, "Anyway, it was nice meeting you all, and it was nice meeting you, Emily." Her gaze focused on me once more as she waved goodbye. "Can you say bye-bye, sweetheart?" Mom asked, taking hint at Judy's voice. I peered up at them, shaking my head before retreating back under the cover of the stroller, pushing myself against the back of the seat, suckling the pacifier for comfort. The thought of acknowledging these people, the thought of interacting with them was too much. I just couldn't do it, couldn't bring myself to do it. Like a baby, I felt Judy waved mom off. "Don't worry about it, Megan can be quite the shy one too. Yall have fun now." She said, saying her final, reluctant goodbye before joining her husband. "Thank you, we will." "Have a good one." And then, just like that, they were gone, and I was relieved. I let out a sigh of relief, the stress and anxiety leaving my body just as quickly as it had flooded in, leaving me in peace once again. And mom and dad didn't even hassle me about not waving. I was pushed for another few minutes until the trail started to open up. Again, like the parking lot, the world seemed to open up into a meadow, and as we rounded the corner, the playground came into sight. My eyes widened, dancing across the bright, vibrant blues and yellows and reds, all the different slides and towers and things to climb on. It was a playground like no other, a child's dream. And as much as I hated to admit it, I felt an urge to go run and play. Something I hadn't felt in years. It was like my inner child was bubbling up inside of me, fighting to get out. And I didn't want her out, I wanted her to stay locked away, wanted to keep being the big girl I was. Dad turned, leading us off the path, up a small hill that overlooked the park, stopping underneath the shade of a large tree. "Does this work?" He asked. Mom nodded, stepping towards me, reaching for the buckle. "The shade will be good for eating later." I didn't know what to do as mom's hands took hold of the buckle, her hands brushing against the front of my diaper as she released the latch. I sat frozen as her hands hovered for a moment, lingered like they sensed something. Her hand discreetly reached under my dress, finding the front of my diaper, squeezing it between her fingers. I felt the padding squish between her fingers, could see the look of knowing in her eyes. "Emily?" Mom asked, "Did you go pee, sweetheart?" Reluctantly I nodded, that bright red returning to my cheeks, that shame as I felt my emotions rising. Only the comforting rhythm of the pacifier kept them at bay. "It's alright, sweetheart, needing changed is nothing to be embarrassed about." Her eyes meant it, meant every bit of it. And I wanted to believe it, wanted to believe that it was ok, but deep down I still couldn't get over the whole diaper thing, couldn't get over how having an accident had gone from being a bad thing to a good thing in a matter of days. My brain fought that logic, fell back on my years of potty training to try and resist it, tried to fight the diaper training that was happening right before my eyes. "Emily, I promise that it's alright, sweetheart," Mom cooed, her hand rubbing my back as she coaxed me from the seat. Dad had already laid out the changing pad, had already set out all the supplies needed to change my diaper. And it was right in the middle of the open, was right in the middle of the great outdoors. All somebody had to do was look over and they would see everything, would see me being changed. "No! Mommy, please," I begged, the pacifier falling from my mouth as I pulled away from her grasp. "Don't change me here, please." My voice was desperate, panicked. mom knelt down in front of me, taking hold of my hands, looking me in the eye. "Sweetheart, nobody will see anything, nobody will notice, nobody will care." "But what if they do?" Mom smiled. "All they'll see is a baby getting her diaper changed. Nothing more, nothing less." I thought for a moment, thought about the heavy sag of my diaper, the uncomfortable dampness of it between my legs, thought about how nice a dry diaper would feel. But I also thought about the embarrassment of being changed outdoors, how anybody and everybody would be able to see, thought about how exposed I would be, how humiliating it would be. "Come on, Sweetheart, you'll feel better once you're dry," Mom said, trying again to lead me over to the changing pad, encouraging me to listen, to let her have control. And I followed, I gave in. My mind screamed for me to fight back, screamed for me to do something as mom laid me back, but my body wouldn't respond, I was on autopilot, a child under the care and control of her mother. Deep down, I knew this was best, knew this was the only way to get out of the wet diaper, to get away from the yucky feeling. I needed her to change me, wanted her to change me. And so I laid still like an obediant baby, suckling away on my pacifier as mom pulled my dress up and slid my diaper cover down to my ankles. "There we go, just relax, sweetheart," Mom cooed, rubbing my belly as she untaped the diaper, "You're being such a good girl for mommy." I flinched, squirmed at the touch of the baby wipes, at their chilliness as they dragged against my skin, wiping away the pee. "You're ok, you're ok, sweetheart," Mom whispered, her hand pressing against my stomach, holding me firm as she continued to wipe. "Just relax, mommy will be down in just a minute." I looked away, looked out at the playground as my ankles were raised and my bottom was wiped. My eyes danced about the families below, checking to see if anybody was watching my change. And to my relief, not a single person seemed interested in my humility. Relief washed over me as my butt was laid onto a clean, fresh diaper. Relief that the change was almost over and relief that nobody had seen, that nobody had cared. "Don't worry, sweetheart, mommy's almost down, just bear with me for another second," Mom said, smoothing a fresh dusting of powder into my diaper area. The powder smelled nice, felt nice against my skin, wicking away any moisture left over from the change. And I sighed as mom pulled the thick padding up between my legs, taping it snug around my hips. It felt good to be clean and dry. The diapers warm bulk adding a kind of security and comfort. "There we go, all fresh now," Mom cooed, helping me up. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" I shook my head, reaching my arms out for a hug. "Thank you, mommy." "You're welcome, sweetheart," Mom said, holding me close, rubbing my back. "And thank you for letting me change your diaper." I giggled as she patted my bottom. I could feel myself slipping away, could feel that little version of myself climbing closer and closer to the surface. Her and I becoming one as I let my defenses down, as I let myself become the toddler I was supposed to be. It was a happy feeling, nice and warm. It felt safe, and I felt loved. "Now what do you say we go and have some fun?" I nodded, climbing to my feet, my eyes turning to dad, my hand sliding into his own. "Will you swing with me, daddy?" "I'd love to, pumpkin," He said, following after me as I pulled him down to the playground. Mom stood, shocked. "Oh, I see how it is, mommy changes the diapers and daddy does all the playing." Her voice was happy, sarcastic. Daddy and I both giggled at her. "You can swing to mommy, daddy has to push." More laughter, more giggles. I ran to the playground, the little rocks sliding beneath my feet on the way. It brought back memories from when I was younger, from when life had been simpler, when everything had been happier and better. Just like now, that feeling of happiness that washed over my body as dad helped me onto the swing, taking his place behind me, his firm, strong hands pushing against my back. I smiled. A true smile, giggled like the little girl I was. In my fear of letting go, in my fear of returning to babyhood I had forgotten what this had all felt like, how much fun it had been, how loved I had felt. And yet, even in this moment, I could feel myself thinking back to school, thinking back to my friends, and my responsibilities. I knew that I wasn't really a baby, knew that this was all just pretend, knew that I was supposed to be mature and grown-up. But right here, right now, none of that mattered. "Higher daddy!" "Not too much higher, pumpkin," Dad chuckled. "I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself." No, at this moment, all that mattered was that I was happy and that my parents were happy. This was a moment I would cherish and remember forever. Looking out over the playground from my swinging perch, I watched the other kids and toddlers running about. They looked so carefree and happy. Much in the same way I felt right now. The only difference was that they were actual kids and toddlers, I wasn't. I was an imposter amongst their ranks. And I felt a slight bit of Jealsuy rising within me as I longed to be back in their place, wishing I had never grown up in the first place. At least then I wouldn't know what I was missing, wouldn't know what it was like to be free and independent. It would make letting go easier, would make this whole process easier. I sat on the swing for a while longer, watching as more and more families left the park. Most of those leaving most likely leaving to eat their own lunches or heading home for nap time. It gave me an opportunity to explore and play. I didn't have to worry about being judged if only a few people were here, and so I pulled myself off the swing, stepping towards, the play structure itself, hesitating, looking back for my parents. "It's alright, pumpkin," Dad said, motioning me forward. "You can go play, I'm right behind you." I smiled, his words inspiring confidence inside myself. I turned back to the structure, my eyes scanning all the obstacles and things to climb, settling on a twisting later. I ran forward, grabbing the cool metal with my hands, climbing up, feeling free, feeling like a little kid again. And then I paused, looked back, a bit of worry in my eyes. "Daddy, will you come up with me?" "I'm right behind you, pumpkin." I smiled again, taking his words in stride as I climbed to the top of the platform, looking around at all the options, all the exits and obstacles. My eyes stopped on the monkey bars. "Daddy, look," I said, pulling him over to take part in my excitement. "Mommy, can you help me?" Mom was already standing underneath, ready to help, ready to encourage. "Go ahead sweetheart, I've got you." I reached out for the bars, getting my grip, looking back once more for dad's nod of approval, and then I swung out, holding tight as mom walked beneath me, ready to catch me in case I fall. Something that proved unnecessary as I worked my way across to the other side, pulling myself to the next platform. "Come on, daddy, hurry up!" "I'm coming, I'm coming." I hadn't realized how much I had missed this, how much I had missed running about and playing on the playground. How much fun it had been to run and jump and slide and play without a single care in the world. I looked about, searching for my next adventure as dad caught up. My eyes landed on a stairway leading up to a higher platform, a platform much higher than the one I was on now. I looked beyond it, looked at the twisting and turning slide leading from the top. That was definitely next. "This one, daddy," I said, pointing towards the stairs. "Well go on then, pumpkin, what are you waiting for?" That was all I needed, I giggled running up the stairs, pulling myself up to the platform, looking out at the playground from my new perch. It was so cool up here. It felt as though I was on top of the world. I looked down at mom down below as she snapped a picture on her phone. "We're coming down!" I screamed, sitting down at the entrance of the slide. "Slide with me, daddy?" Dad sat down behind me, his legs on either side of my own. He pulled me onto his lap, wrapped his arms around my stomach as he scooted himself towards the edge, my giggles echoing into the slide. "You ready?" "Uh-uh." "Here we go!" I leaned into him, giggling and screaming as we slid down the dark tube. Our laughs mixing together as we twisted and turned our way down the slide. The darkness quickly giving way to light as we slid out the exit and into mom's waiting arms. "Was that fun?" Mom asked, her hands assaulting me with tickles as dad held me pinned against him. All of us laughing, all us having fun. "Ye... Yes... Stop... I... I can't breathe." I choked out between my giggles and laughs. Mom finally stopped and I was able to catch my breath, standing up, looking around, seeing what I wanted to do next. "Where to, pumpkin?" Dad asked, still sitting on the slide. "I should start calling you monkey the way you did those monkey bars. "Nu-uh," I giggled. "Ya-uh," He said, tickling me once more. I squirmed, laughing in his arms, resting for a moment before looking up at him, my gaze narrowed, serious. "What?" He asked. I grinned, standing up, pushing his stomach before turning to run. "You're it!" The look on his face was priceless, serious, as he turned towards mom. "You better run, honey, I'm it." ******************** We pulled our tired, exhausted selves up under the shade of the tree half an hour later. Dad lay on his back, exhausted from chasing me around. I followed suit, resting my head against his stomach, equally exhausted from being chased. It was mom who summoned her energy to bring us all water. Dad drank greedily from his water bottle while I sucked heavily on my sippy cup, the water adding just enough fuel to keep me going. "You guys hungry?" Mom asked, pulling out our cooler. We both nodded and dad moved to help mom pull stuff out and get lunch ready. Minutes later I was handed a plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, chips, and grapes. A perfect lunch after a busy day of playing. We ate in silence, all of us catching our breathe, enjoying the shade as we watched the other families running and playing down at the park. As much as it pained me to admit it, mom and dad had been right. Today had been fun, and once my anxiety and fear calmed down I had been truly able to enjoy it, all of it. It just felt good to get away from everything, to forget about everything for a little bit, and enjoy life. I finished up eating and took another long draw from my sippy cup. With my tired body and a belly full of food, a food coma started to wash over my body. I was getting groggy, tired. I needed to sleep, needed a nap. Crawling over to mom, I laid down with my head in her lap, relaxing, breathing slowly as I closed my eyes. "You getting tired, sweetheart?" She asked, running her fingers through my hair. I nodded. "Mm-hmm." "Do you want your pacifier?" Again, I nodded. "Mm-hmm" Moments later I felt the nipple of my pacifier brushing against my lips. I opened, letting mom slide the pacifier inside. It settled against my tongue as I suckled it slowly, enjoying the comfort and relaxation it brought. I didn't care if it was meant for babies, not now, not at this moment. All I cared about was sleeping, and it helped me sleep. Helped me to block out the sounds around me, helped my mind to drift off... I next opened my eyes to see dad buckling me into my car seat. "Hey, pumpkin," Dad whispered, tightening the straps against my body. "It's alright to sleep, baby, daddy didn't mean to wake you." And with that he was gone, the door was shut, leaving me by myself. I still felt so tired, and sleep beckoned me back to its warm embrace. I suckled my pacifier, enjoying its comfort as I rested my head against the side of the car seat, closing my eyes, letting sleep wash back over me as my mind drifted off, a smile on my face. Maybe being a baby isn't so bad after all. Thanks for reading! And if you enjoyed, feel free to leave a comment down below. It would make my day and I love hearing from everybody. Anyway, the next chapter will be posted next Friday, but if you don't want to wait, you can find Chapter 5 on my Patreon. Until next time: Stay padded, Stay awesome!!! ~SissyatHeart ?

Scene #68 “Daffy,” my Mary called. “In here,” I called back. “What are you doing in here,” she asked me when she found me submerged. Well, partially. “I was cold,” I said from the bathtub. And bored. The tub is a good place to read. Also, when I’m in the tub I’m not eating or baking cookies. I think I have an addiction. I could ask Mary to take a firmer handing in helping me deal with it, but then she would, which would mean fewer cookies and more depredations upon my person. And there’s only so much of my person for her to depredate. Surely I must safeguard at least some of my person for my own purposes. Which gets complicated when my purposes are to eat cookies and collect depredations. Anyhoo… “There are other ways to get warm,” Mary said as she sat down on the edge of the sub and swirled her fingertips in the water. “Like a sweater.” Well, yeah, sure, but that’s not as fun as a bath. “Have they let you go yet?” “Almost.” “You have that look on your face again.” “People keep wanting stuff. They’re under the impression they’re the only ones taking off for Christmas.” “Want me to fix their wagon for them?” That’s an odd expression. I can only assume the first person to say winked or something when they said it. And though I’ve gotten marginally handier since the pandemic started - you should see me dig holes now - I don’t think I could fix a wagon. I can tell people to fuck off though. “How would you do that, Daffy?” “I’d tell them they’re making me sad.” I winked at her. I’m a winker. Did you know there are people who can’t wink? They look awfully silly trying. Poor people. “And you think that would help why?” “Because when I tell you I’m sad, I can get you to do anything. Plus it’s Christmas, and no one wants to make a pretty girl sad at Christmas.” “Well, I know no one wants to make a little girl sad at Christmas.” “Grr.” “Exactly,” Mary said with that I’m-so-satisfied-with-myself twinkle in her eye, “a little girrrrl.” “So when can you tell them to fuck the fuck off?” “You’re a salty little mermaid.” “Well, they’re being a buncha grinches.” “And I should go give them their Whoville presents so they go can back to their mountain and be miserable.” “I don’t want them to be miserable. I just want them to let you shut down that computer so we can start our Christmas vacation.” “A few more hours. Then I’ll be done.” “Kiss me first.” Which she did, because I’m more important. Really. Mary is taking off for the entire rest of the year. We’ll be using her time off to do whatever we want. If there weren’t a pandemic that would be more fun, but we’re going to make fun. It can be found in the least expected places. We’re gonna try the most expected first, but it’s good to have a backup plan. Getting out of the tub is the only part about taking a bath I don’t like. I’ve been late to things because I haven’t wanted to get out of the bath. That’s worth avoiding if it’s somewhere important, because Mary takes a special delight is spanking wet bottoms. If I’ve made extra bad choices, like this one time when I (maybe) insider traded (I don’t think I did, for the record) she’ll even put me over her knee and wet my butt with a sponge while she spanks. But that’s reserved for my truly evil deeds. I braved the frigid seventy-degree air of our house between the tub and my bathrobe knowing it would be a good time to wrap Mary’s presents. It’s been hard enough, for both of us, buying presents this year and it not being super obvious to each other where we got stuff at and what it might be. I used to have her presents delivered to my office, when I had such a thing. I’m not so good at wrapping but I’m great at giving presents, and I love to do it. Watching someone open something you got them is so much fun, and hearing later that they really like it is even better. Even better than that is if they say it’s better than what someone else gave them, and not that it’s a competition, but Im gonna be everyone’s favorite aunt. Really. Period. End of story. The best aunt by default has to be the one to give the best presents. I’m also going to be the best aunt because I’m gonna teach them stuff like why the sky is blue, the best swear words, and how to hide misbehavior (within reason). If they’re parents are as vigilant as Mary, any advice I could give them would be not so much with the helpful, but I think only Mary is as vigilant as Mary. And I’ll be the best aunt by being the safe adult they can come to with anything. Really. Other than giving the best presents to my nibling, my goal for Christmas is to make Mary’s Christmas so friggin’ awesome it makes up for the whole supporting both of us and all the strain that went with that this year. We managed just fine, and not having anything to spend money on like travel and concerts and conventions helped, but I knew it was a little extra stress for her in an already stressful year (because she told me, after many seconds of interrogation). Sure, being employed has its advantages during a lockdown, like getting people to talk to, but I got to pursue new hobbies and Mary got to keep the internet on and manage a P&L. Good thing she got that raise to go with her promotion, but that was extra responsibility too. Mary is the kind of person who thrives on responsibility; I mean, she’d hafta be to be my disciplinarian. But even people who thrive on responsibility still need a break from it. The theme for my presents for Mary this year was self-care. Mary and I also exchange white elephant gifts on Christmas Eve and our real presents on Christmas morning. Being the very good girl I am, I considered buying some of the things Mary loves inflicting on me as presents for her, but then I figured she was probably getting a bunch of those things for me. I turned around that theme and can’t wait to give her the white elephant gifts almost as much as her real presents. She’ll either love them or love spanking me for getting them. I’m guessing mostly the latter, which she’ll love. As for me, I know I’m getting a pair of headphones I’ll like. Feel like I earned those twenty times over, with a bruise the size of my butt as a bonus payment. And you know the thing no one ever mentions about Christmas is how sore your back is after wrapping. I texted Mary to see if she was nearly done and got out of my bathrobe. Yeah, it’s the old lady kind, but it is December even if it’s not actually cold here. It just feels cold if you live here and are used to it being warm to hot nine months a year. Being cold (it’s the curse of all sylph-like creatures), I put on a Christmas sweater and went to free Mary from the clutches of the evil corporation that pays for our stuff and gives us health benefits and let’s Mary take off the whole rest of the year (buncha bastards, amiright? well, the ones who won’t let her stop working are) and tapped on her door frame, peeking around the corner. “Now are you done,” I asked. “Yep.” “You got that funny look on your face again.” “I had a call with my boss and got my Christmas bonus.” “Jelly of the month club?” All of friggin’ 2020 was one big jelly of the month club. “Yeah, but a five-figure jelly of the month club.” “Shut up!” “It pays to be the boss.” Of her team. She has a boss who has a boss who has a boss etcetera etcetera etcetera (and so forth). “You didn’t know they were gonna do that?” “No. I ... no.” “Are you happy?” She didn’t look happy. “It’s sinking in. But it’s work and work is over for the year, so let’s talk about it later.” I was more than happy to do that. “Mary?” “Yeah?” “It’s Christmas Vacation.” Hehehehe! I don’t care how old I get, I never want to not get excited for Christmas Vacation. “Wanna go look at Christmas displays?” “Yeah, but I need your help first. But it’ll only take five minutes, promise.” “What’s up?” I stepped from behind the door frame. “So first, my back hurts from wrapping. And secondly, I tried what you said and put on a sweater, but I’m still cold.” “Hmmm, do you think that could be because you put on only a sweater?” “What do you mean?” “O, just that pants and undies and socks go good with sweaters.” “Aww dammit, Mary, you know I need very specific instructions.” Really. “Hehe. I know. My fault. Let’s go warm you up.” “And rub things.” “All sorts of things.” “And take a nap after.” Sure, she wanted to dive into Christmas Vacation, but sometimes I gotta be the responsible one, and Mary needed a nap. “Goes without saying.” “And then it’ll be time to go see lights,” I assured her. First, self-care. Then, Christmas lights. I insisted. I’m not as good at Mary at insisting, but I’m pretty good at insisting and being the responsible one. Really. I wish I could say I have an elaborate plan for making it her best Christmas ever. I’m thinking I’ll just be extra frisky and see if we can’t live in a little kink manger until the new year, with breaks for Christmas movies and food. Hmmm. Away in a manger, no room, board, or bed, my sexy Domme Mary inflicted her most favorite perversions on little ‘ol me (in our room; with, among other things, a board; on, in, and adjacent to our bed). Yeah, I think that’s the story I wanna tell come January. We’ll leave the farm animals and wise men out of it, but there could well be gifts of gold. I’ve been extra good this year, in case you didn’t notice. Very little in the way of misbehavior. Many good deeds done. I’m a very good girl. Really. Mary says, and she’s in charge, and Santa is afraid of her. Really.

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Hey friends, welcome back to Chapter 2. Just a quick reminder that I do have a rather active Patreon where I post a bit of exclusive content, as well as giving my patrons the ol' first access to stories like this one here. They're already reading Chapter 6 of this very story. So if you're curious, impatient, or just want to see what other kinky little stories I've been conjuring, have a looksie at my Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/quietlyhumiliated). Thanks! -- I returned to the house to find Madison and Lily sitting on the porch, drinking tea and talking like old friends. I offered a friendly wave, and they both cheerfully greeted me back. “See any animals?” Madison asked. Only your weird partner, I wanted to say. Instead: “I saw some goats from a distance. And chickens.” “You need to come in the spring,” Madison said. “We’re planning on adding another goat, and let me tell you, there’s nothing cuter than a baby goat.” “Aww,” Lily gushed. “Oh my god, we have to.” “We’ve got some beer if you want,” Madison said. A beer did sound pretty good. “Yeah, I’m in.” “I thought you’d say that. And don’t worry. I’m sure I have something here worthy of your big city small-batch craft-brew tastes.” I blushed a little, feeling called out. I offered a shrug. “I...I’m really okay with whatever you have.” “Don’t let him fool you,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. “He waited outside of one of the local breweries overnight so that he could get a case of some special limited beer.” “They make it once a year! And it sells out in, like, 10 minutes every year!” “Alright, calm down, sommelier,” Madison teased. “This door goes into the kitchen. There’s some beer in the fridge. But if that’s not to your liking, there’s a door next to the stove that goes into the garage. There’s some more beer in a fridge in there.” “I’ll take a look,” I said with a shrug, leaning into her teasing. “I’m curious to see what you country folk know about good beer.” “Oh,” Madison laughed. “So he’s a little bit of a smartass too?” “He hides it well,” Lily replied. I entered the kitchen, finding myself immediately impressed with the size and space of the kitchen. It wasn’t entirely surprising, given the size of the house, but there simply wasn’t an experience I could compare this to in the city. Most of our apartment could fit in this kitchen, and I knew for a fact that we had friends with apartments that were smaller than this. I walked past the kitchen island, gawking at the extra gas range and sink it sported in addition to the units on the perimeter of the kitchen, before reaching the fridge. I was curious what Madison and Kat were doing that afforded them this lifestyle. Maybe the cost of living was less - but that also meant that there probably weren’t many great jobs out here. Whatever they were doing, I was a little jealous. Giant Harpoon. Sawdaddy. Mountain City. There was an impressive selection of beers in this fridge. And even more in the garage? I shouldn’t be nosey, I thought. But she did tell me I could do so. And now I was kind of curious. I opened the door next to the stove, traversing a short hallway to another door that I assumed was the garage. I was imagining myself in a horror movie, where everything seems perfect and too good to be true - only for the rug to be pulled out from under me and find out that I was due to be sacrificed to an ancient god with more apostrophes than vowels in his name. T’yr’g’d’lrg? But the garage seemed to be just a normal garage. As far as I could tell, there was no altar here. Maybe that was in the barn. The garage door was open, and I was again thankful for that fresh clean air. I found the other fridge, hiding behind an ATV and riding lawn mower, and I opened it, revealing - as promised - more beer. As I studied my selections, I could hear some footsteps entering the garage, presumably from the open garage door. With the fridge door open, I couldn’t see who it was, but I was guessing it was Kat. I felt awkward again - pawing through their beer stash after I had already just about given her a heart attack. I stayed still behind the fridge door, hoping she’d do what she needed to do and leave without noticing my presence. “Hey, Maddy, I was hoping that, like, before I go and introduce myself to your friends you could...uh...help me change? I just…” she trailed off - perhaps seeing my shoes below the bottom of the fridge door, or perhaps there was some other sign that I wasn’t who she thought I was. I slowly closed the fridge door, a can of IPA in my hands. “Uh...hey Kat. Sorry, I think Madison is out on the porch right now.” For the second time in as many interactions, Kat’s face turned red. She nodded quickly and spun on her heels before fleeing the garage as quickly as she had entered. I felt bad for startling her, again. It didn’t seem like things were off to that good of a start between us. I began walking back through the kitchen to the porch when I found myself pondering what Kat had said in the garage. Needed help...changing? That didn’t make much sense to me. It was clearly none of my business, but it was curious nonetheless. “The Ox Hoof IPA,” Madison said as I emerged from the house, beer in hand. “A good choice!” “I take back my doubt of the countryfolk’s taste in beer.” I considered bringing up my strange interactions with Kat, but figured I’d let it go. If I had caused Kat any sort of embarrassment, I didn’t want to add to it by further broadcasting those moments to everyone else - especially since Lily hadn’t even met her yet. Taking a seat, I listened in on Lily and Madison’s conversion for a minute or two - some story about their high school days and an ill-fated attempt at buying cigarettes from an undercover cop - before tuning out and just listening to the sound of the birds and humming cicadas. I might have fallen asleep for a moment or two, stirred by the sound of Kat calling out to Madison from inside the house. “Hey, Maddy, could I borrow you for a moment?” “Oh, hey Kat! Our guests are here! You should come out and say hi!” “I...definitely will in a minute or two. But...if I could just borrow you for a moment.” “Oh! Oh. Right, right.” Madison turned her attention to Lily and I. “Excuse me for just a moment. I have to help with Madison with something and then we’ll be right out.” “Of course,” said Lily, showing no signs that she thought anything was strange or out of place. With Madison back inside the house, I leaned forward to Lily. With a hushed tone: “I ran into Kat.” “Oh yeah? Was she nice?” “I...I don’t know. I think I surprised her, or she wasn’t ready to meet strangers or something. It was kind of awkward.” “Madison speaks highly of her, so maybe it’ll be better when we all get a chance to properly introduce ourselves.” “Yeah. Probably.” I had wanted to say more about our interactions, but I bit my tongue. If it really did come down to proper introductions, I didn’t want to have started unnecessary gossip. “How are you liking the farm?” she said, changing the subject. “Love it. It’s amazing.” I sat back in my chair, and my voice returned to its usual volume. “I know it's going to sound silly but...I don’t think I’ve ever really been in a place like this. Growing up in the city and the suburbs and all.” “That’s not silly at all,” Lily said, putting her hand on my thigh. “That’s why I wanted you to come out here. Isn’t it great?” If this was an elaborate trap to sacrifice me to T’yr’g’d’lrg, I was content with my fate. For now, I was happy to be sitting on this giant porch, taking in the sights of the farm with my wife, feeling closer to her than I had in a while. While things had never been bad between Lily and I, the last few months had at least felt a little strained. We each strived to carve out our own workspace at home since we were both working from there - and there was a natural fatigue in just seeing each other all day, everyday. We had been doing more things for ourselves - she was taking long walks at night; I was shooting zombies in post-apocalyptic wastelands with my friends. If nothing else, it was probably a good thing that we got to disconnect from our normal routine. A few minutes later - maybe a few minutes longer than whatever I had expected - Madison and Kat returned to the porch. Kat was looking much more composed now. I could just see it in her face and her warm smile. “This is my partner Kat. Kat, this is Lily and Henry.” Lily and I stood, trading quick hugs with Kat. While she seemed much less anxious now, I still caught a hint of embarrassment in her eyes as we hugged. But there was something else, too. Her scent? As we pulled away from each other, I felt weird for thinking about it all - but I couldn’t quite place it and I could tell that it was going to linger in my mind for a bit. “Sooo,” Lily said, taking her seat again, while Kat pulled up a chair of her own. “Tell me about yourself.” “Oh...what’s there to say,” Kat said with a bashful laugh. She and Madison exchanged a glance and both laughed a little. There was an obvious chemistry there that was fun to watch. “I’m not very good at talking about myself.” “Stop being so modest, you stinkbug,” Madison said, playfully shoving Kat. “She’s incredible! A natural farmer. She put up the chicken coop and the fencing all by herself! And you should hear her sing!” “I’m not going to sing for them!” Kat said sternly. “We’ll just get some wine in her later,” Madison said with a shrug. “You’ll see. She opens up like a fire hydrant.” “How did you meet?” Lily asked. Madison and Kat exchanged another glance, laughing again. “Ah, well, we met online,” Madison said. “You know, as everyone does these days. And it was just one of those things...you see something you want and you just have to have it.” Kat blushed at this and the two held hands. “Don’t get me wrong,” Lily said. “I think what you have here is incredible. Kat seems delightful. And this farm? Wow… But, back when I knew you, I just didn’t see...this. You know what I mean? I think it's wonderful.” “Back then,” Madison said, “I thought I knew what I wanted. So I got married to Leo. And it started off fine but things sort of fell apart quickly. I had spent so long wanting to be a good wife and mother - like my mother had been - that by the time I actually had that chance, I thought, what if I’d like something else more? And...well, Kat is that something more.” “So,” I said, taking a gamble on whether or not this was an appropriate question to ask, “I got to say… This farm? This house? It’s incredible. Are there jobs around here? Like, what do we need to do to live like this too?” They both laughed again and looked at each other. They traded some “uhms” and “ahs” for a moment, nonverbally trying to negotiate how they’d answer the question. “Well,” Madison said with a shrug, “we have the luxury of working from home. As I guess more and more folks do anymore. But we make...online content. And we’re thankful for how lucrative that it's been that it's afforded us our home and property.” “Oh wow,” Lily said. “That’s incredible! I didn’t know that. What kind of content are you making? Like crafts and stuff on YouTube?” There was an awkward silence on the porch. I was surprised that that was where Lily’s mind went first. I heard “online content” and my first thought was something more adult. And judging by Madison and Kat’s stunned look...I suspected that I probably wasn’t too far off. “Well...no...not exactly,” Madison said. Kat buried her face in her hands, though I wasn’t sure if she was trying to hide her giggling, or if she was that ashamed. I looked back to Lily, watching her face as she slowly put the pieces together herself. She blushed and laughed awkwardly. “O-oh...sorry...I had no idea that you were doing...that sort of thing.” “I know, I know,” Madison said, composing herself after laughing a little. “It’s a lot to take in. And I hope that doesn’t change how you view me. View us, really. I guess that’s why it took so long for me to reach out to you again. I was kind of afraid to reveal this part of our lives to you.” “No…” Lily was clearly in between thoughts. She didn’t look offended, she just looked confused. Curious, maybe. “I would never judge anyone for that. Especially you. It's none of my business, I promise. I’m honestly so glad we’ve connected again, and...you know, what you do in your time is your business.” She shrugged, as casually as she could muster. “I just didn’t expect...that.” “Not that it matters,” Madison said, “but it’s not like...straight up fucking each other or rolling around while naked and covered in oil. It’s more like…” Kat shot her a concerned look and made a small whining noise. Madison stopped and laughed a little, realizing that whatever it was they did, maybe Kat was less interested in talking about it than Madison was. “It’s not a big deal,” Lily said with a shrug. “There’s a million things for us to catch up on.” “Exactly,” Madison said with a nod. “In fact, I was thinking about cooking up some dinner. Want to come in and help out?” “I’d love that,” Lily said gleefully. “I do love to cook...and I’m dying to see that kitchen in action.” “Oh, girl, you’re going to love it. Come on!” “Do you need any help?” I offered. “Nah, we’re good. Why don’t you chill out here. Kat? Can you keep him company?” “O-of course,” she said. She smiled, but her cheeks had grown a little rosie. Admittedly, so had mine.

Chapter 8 Belle looked at the line in front of her and there was gap to move up when she realized what the girl was trying to tell her. "Oh, yeah that's ok I just wasn't paying attention. Sorry.", Belle was so embarrassed. Did the other girl know what she was just doing? God this was so awful. She moved forward up the line and turned away. She knew she still had to go some more but nothing was coming out now. 'Great she thought to herself, just great. I'm going to be changed and have to pee again.' Determined not to let that happen she eventually found the time while waiting in line to make some progress. She peed as much as she could and felt satisfied with her first attempt at doing that outside of normal privacy she enjoyed. When she entered the doorway, a male staff member greeted her and checked her name off the list. "Miss Larson, looks like your first time according to my records. It is good you are early, I always recommended getting here extra early because sometimes the line gets long with all of our patients and visitors and I see you are under, how should I say, a bit of time constraint." He looked at her diaper area and it was obvious from her paperwork he knew what was going on. She wanted him to quit staring and let her pass. "Have a seat in that far row over there there until the nurse comes out to get you. There is no talking and no cell phones permitted here.", the attendant pointed to an empty row of chairs along the back wall. "Ok, do you mind if I just stand while I wait?", Belle politely asked, not wanting to sit in a freshly soaked diaper any more than she had to. The attendant snapped back, "I told you what to do, now are you going to sit here or do we have a problem?" "No, no sir, no problems here.", She quickly darted over to one of the chairs. Belle took a seat and felt the wetness of the diaper squish between her thighs. These were not the most comfortable chairs she thought. Sitting like this caused more pressure on her bladder and she thought felt a little more pee escape." She waited for awhile and someone else entered the room. It was the same girl that was behind her in line. She entered the room unattended and walked to the other side of the room like she belonged there. Belle got caught looking at her and the girl smiled back from across the room and gave a her little wave. Belle waved back awkwardly. They shared a brief connection until she was snapped out of it by hearing hear name called. "Miss Larson? Miss Larson!", she heard in a loud angry tone. Belle looked up and saw Nurse Beth trying to get her attention. She quickly got up and said, "Yes. I'm here. Sorry nurse Beth." The nurse just shook her head and took Beth down a hall way into an available room. "Set your stuff over there and get all the way undressed, I am already behind today and you don't seem to be paying attention." Nurse Beth appeared to be in a less than stellar mood so Belle didn't want to get on her bad side. "Yes Nurse." She quickly got undressed. She took off her blouse, bra, and skirt, and her heels and folding everything neatly before setting it aside. Once again, she stood naked in front of the nurse. Well as naked as should could be. She let her hands fall to her sides and didn't even bother trying to cover her breasts this time. She had lost the will to care at this point. The nurse took notice and gave a little smile as if she had won some battle that Belle wasn't interested in playing. "Ok Miss Larson, lay back on the table so I can get you restrained and we'll get that diaper off off you." Belle huffed when hearing she'd be tied down again. She did as she was told. "Was that a huff I just heard? I'm sorry Miss Larson, but these are the rules here, and besides this is only your first day here. You haven't done anything to gain my trust or respect for you yet, but at least your manners have improved a bit today." Belle's hands were brought over hear had and secured to the corners of the exam table like before. She wanted to itch her nose all of a sudden but was denied. The nurse was gathering supplies, "Well Miss Laron how was your first night diapered? Ready to get changed out of those I bet?" "Yes nurse. It was a long night and it was hard to sleep wearing it.", Belle tried her best to answer her honestly. "Ok." The nurse gave a snap reply implying she didn't really care but was only making small talk. "I'm assuming you didn't #2 yet?" "Uh... No!" God how embarrassing Belle thought. How could she even ask her something like that. "Ok, well it is important you maintain a regular schedule down here.", the nurse said as she poked at Belle's stomach. It kind of hurt when she poked her like that. "If you are not going regularly we will give you something to make you go.", she gave Belle a raised eyebrow which indicated this was more of a threat than an offer of help. The nurse pulled out some sort of tool and waved it above seems of the bands that locked the diaper cover. It made a humming noise and after about 30 seconds she could feel it start to loosen. Beth let out an audible sigh of relief at being free from the material that was digging into her hips and waist. She could feel the diaper cover being pulled down her her legs and off her feet. The feeling of having that thing off of her after 12 hours was glorious, even though she was still wearing a wet diaper. Nurse Beth noticed Belle's change in demeanor, and responded, "Now Belle, don't get too comfortable. I've got a fresh pair with your name on them." The nurse asked Belle how many times she peed and Belle begrudgingly told her what had happened so far. The nurse took a few notes and then gave a healthy squeeze to Belle's crotch causing her to jump. Beth looked at the wetness indicator built into the diaper. It was about 20% based on her experience, even though she knew they could hold more than the stated capacity. Rather than fighting the strong tapes, the nurse used medical scissors to cut the diaper to save time. As soon as she cut the tapes at one side, the tension released and it sort of popped open like spring. Belle felt a wave of fresh air across her diaper area but she immediately smelled the staleness of her urine mixed with her sweat and grossness of the last 12 hours. The nurse pulled the front of the diaper down and Belle was fully exposed. She lifted her little butt off the table as the nurse pulled the diaper out from under her. "You sure you went twice, these don't even seem that wet? You should know I don't want you coming in here for pointless changes. These can hold a lot so I don't want to take these off you and find them barely used, understand?" The nurse held up the front of the diaper to showed Belle the indicator, "This better be at least up to here tonight when you come for your change little girl." "Yes Nurse Beth.", Belle replied in a slow monotonous tone. 'Little girl?! Little girl!?', Belle was becoming highly annoyed and she was furious at the notion she hadn't used these diapers. She had wet them twice! They were already strapped on very tightly and the diaper had swelled to the point of hurting. She thought there was no way she could pee that much before tonight. Her emotions were getting the better of her again. She thought she had this under control but it was just too much too fast. She held back tears of anger and embarrassment when this woman, barely older than she was, had just removed a soaked diaper from her. "Phew, what have you been drinking?" Belle knew the nurse was trying to piss her off and cause a reaction but didn't take the bait. "Ok let's get you cleaned up." The nurse went to work on Belle and quickly but thoroughly cleaned her entire diaper area. The nurse wasn't shy as her hands were everywhere. Belle felt violated but also enjoyed feeling clean down there again. The nurse left and returned with something else. This must be the lotion and antibacterial cream referenced in the intro letter. The nurse applied it and rubbed it in. She started on Belle's front first and when she was touched there Belle almost let out a little moan. She thought about how strange it was that this woman was allowed to touch her down there, but she was not. It was humiliating to even think about it. Belle felt the nurses fingers slide up her rear end, between her cheeks and she jerked upwards off the table. She had never been touched there. The nurse didn't care and kept applying the product forcefully as Belle squirmed. It was over quickly and nurse had produce a new diaper and booster identical to the first. "Ok Belle, lift up we are almost done." Belle complied and within moments the thick diaper was tightly taped back on her. This was her life now. The nurse opened a cabinet and returned a fresh diaper cover. The was a little medical tag hanging off of it and the nurse tore it away and showed it to Belle. "See I told you it had your name on it.", the nurse gave a smile and then proceeded to work the garment up Belle's legs and over the diaper like before. Belle hoped that maybe, just maybe it wouldn't be put on so tight but her hopes were dashed as the nurse secured it to her no different than before. "Comfy?", the nurse teasingly said with a smile. Belle was now convinced this woman was some sort of sadist who just wanted her to suffer unnecessarily. For whatever discomfort she was feeling, she was happy to be cleaned up down there. She knew she could never get used to that dirty feeling. She could only watch from the table as the nurse went to put her tools away and wash her hands, and then she was finally released from the table and was allowed to sit up. "Get dressed and remain her until the doctor comes.", the nurse ordered. She dressed and waited patiently. It must have been at least 25 minutes before the doctor came in. They proceeded to the Doctor's office like before where they had another long talking session. The 60 minutes session seemed to fly by as the Doctor and Belle had a deep conversation about the various aspects of her personality, problems, work etc. Belle actually enjoyed this part of the therapy and felt great comfort in the company of the doctor. The odd thing about the conversation was that the diapers and the spankings and all the physical stuff never came up. Belle had intended to discuss some of her complaints with the way she was being treated but never got the chance. Before she knew the doctor was giving her an embrace and showing her back down the hall and through the doors. She had been so overwhelmed by their discussion she had forgotten about everything else for that hour. But as the doctor left and the doors closed behind her it all came racing back. She had to get on with the rest of her day. She left the facility and headed towards her car. She was about to get in when she though she heard someone yelling at her. "Hey! Hi again.", it was the girl from the line. Belle became embarrassed again, not wanting to face her after what had happened. "I just wanted to say hi. You looked a bit out of sorts in there. Are you ok?" Belle quickly replied, just wanting to get out there. "Thanks but I'm fine really." "Wait... hold up, I think you live on the same street as me. Well, actually I know you do. I see you running all the time, I'm Katy." A bright attractive smile was beaming back at her. They weren't wearing their masks now so they could actually communicate like real people. Belle now felt rude, having tried to hurry away and avoid the conversation. "Look, I'm sorry I was abrupt, I've just had a long couple days. My name is Belle.", she forced a smiled back. "Nice to meet you Belle. Yeah so I promise I'm not stalking you or anything, I just work in my office from home and every morning like clockwork I see you go by my window on your run. I saw you today so thought I'd introduce myself." Belle was feeling very self conscience at this moment. Talking to this woman, wearing what she was wearing. 'There was no way should could know right?' "Oh, thanks, I'm kind of a homebody, plus with the lockdown and all its hard to meet people and get out ya know?" Katy agreed and changed the subject, "So I hope this isn't awkward or weird for you but you wearing a diaper, right?" Belle turned to look at this woman wide-eyed but no words came out.

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I started a bit late. I wore more for comfort to be honest. I remember my first night wearing like it was yesterday. I was working in a bar serving patrons and also learning how to mix drinks. I was twenty years old and started about 1998. I had asked one of the other bartenders there how he managed to stay on the floor so many hours without peeing his pants. He told me a simple cure just wear a diaper under my clothes. At first I thought it silly, but realized it might be a great idea. I was always daring so I bought a bag of diapers at the nearest Walgreens and went home that morning. I held a good pee for about six hours and gave it a try when I got home. I put the diaper on and just let go my morning pee. I was very surprised that the diaper held a good amount of pee. The pee felt so warm that I instantly got an erection. I found it a bit odd, but I felt so naughty. I forgot to mention I dress as a woman for my job and enjoy the feminine wear. My erection felt so good surrounded by warm pee and my lace panties on top being stretched to the max, I quickly rubbed myself to a good orgasm and went to sleep in the wet diaper. I awoke with another erection, but this was the dreaded pee hard on. I peed the diaper again as I was standing in the shower and leaked down my legs. I knew now that I was going to have to get something better. I was completely new to this and didn't dare ask anyone. I did some reading up and found some good diapers that wer worn by adult babies and I entered a whole new realm in my life.. I experimented so much in the next few years with peeing and pooping and I was totally hooked. I think beck now twenty three years of wearing diapers and loving them, I don't know how I ever did without them. So yes at the age of twenty I started wearing my diapers, and have been enjoying them since. To all you diaper lovers out there more power to you all.

CHAPTER 30 “I’m not sure how I feel about you having a cell phone,” Megan said as she was adjusting the parental controls on it, “but since Dad signed off on it, I may as well make sure it’s safe for a baby to use without running into big-girl stuff.” I hated when she said things like that. It made me feel so little. But she had been really nice to me while babysitting me this time, so I held my tongue. I just looked downward. Gia was right. I really did need to get the notion of being an adult out of my head. At least until something could be done to change my status. It would serve me well to start thinking of myself as a toddler and the rest of my family as grown-ups. “Although I guess I shouldn’t be too down on the idea of you having a phone that looks this adorable and babyish,” she concluded before reaching over and playfully booping my nose. I couldn’t help but smile and giggle. God, I hated how I sounded when I giggled. That’s why I always put on a fake laugh when I found something to be funny. Somehow, it has become involuntary to giggle in recent months and I didn’t understand it. Megan leaned to the side a bit, peering through the gap between the window curtains. “Looks like they’re back.” My parents came in a minute or two later with Byron in tow. He was wearing a simple pink sundress, white tights and low-heeled Mary Janes. Mom had somehow managed to get a ginormous pink bow in his short hair. It was obvious that he had on thick padding underneath the dress. He looked so sad, but managed to look up long enough to give me a quick, but forced, smile. “Hi, you two,” Mom chirped. “Were you a good baby for Big Sissy, Joella?” “She was a very good baby,” she said and then looked at me. “Isn’t that right?” I nodded. “I’m glad to hear that,” Dad said. “See, sweetheart, if you just act good, life doesn’t have to be so awful, now does it?” I shook my head in the negative. What else was I going to do? Disagree with him and say that life’s going to suck either way? No way! Because while life does still suck, it does suck a bit less when my family is happy with me. I learned that pretty damn quickly. Mom looked down at Byron and said, “Come on, Gracie, let’s go get your new stuff put away.” Byron allowed her to take his hand and toddled off down the hallway. Dad slid the new crib he brought in down the hallways as well. I must have had an upset look on my face because Megan bumped my arm with her elbow and said, “It’s going to be okay, squirt. She’ll adjust and before too long, it’ll be time for her surgeries.” I dropped my baby voice, not on purpose, but just not thinking. “I’ve… never seen him like this. Nothing EVER got him down. She just railed against whatever that was upsetting him and he’d be fine.” She got off the sofa, crouched down on the floor beside me and said, “Sweetpea, she was raped. Numerous times… by her own uncle. That shit will change you… shake you to the core. Remember my friend Charity?” I nodded. “The preacher’s kid, right?” “Well, not exactly. He’s actually her uncle, but he and his wife took her in when it came out that both of her parents had been molesting her for the past several years. She was always sweet, but super guarded and skittish. You remember that, right?” “Yeah,” I said. “She about came out of her skin when I argued with Mom that one time. Really freaked her out. I felt bad about that. Still do.” “I recall that vividly. Well, anyway, according to her uncle, she used to be the most outgoing, unshakable girl he had ever known. But all the sexual abuse changed her; made her into the nervous wreck she was when I first met her. She’s been in therapy and it has helped. Yeah, she’s still jittery and has a tendency to withdraw, but she’s a lot better than she was. The point is that once you experience something like that, you can never just go back to the way you were. Not entirely. It leaves scars.” I nodded thoughtfully. “Now, all that said, you’d better go back to using your cutie pie voice, okay? I know you didn’t drop it because you were being bad, but you still need to use it at all times. Okay?” “Yes, Big Sissy,” I said, since she was being so reasonable. I never thought about what something like that could do to someone. Byron just always seemed so untouchable. But what Megan said made sense. Maybe Megan really was more mature and wise than I was, despite me having been alive almost three years longer. Maybe I really was effectively the younger sister. Megan then did a diaper check and since I hadn’t dumped another mess into it, she deemed me not applicable for a diaper change. “Sorry, kiddo, but those diapers can hold a lot more than one measly load.” Mom came into the room a short while later and announced that she had put Byron down for a nap and felt I could benefit from one as well, even though I had only been awake for about four hours. It wasn’t even quite noon yet. “Babies need lots of rest,” she stated when I whined about it. Byron’s new crib had been placed near mine, not more than three feet from each other. Mom gently laid me down and, with a wink, removed the baby monitor she normally kept by my crib. I think she knew Byron and I needed to talk without them listening in. I was the first to speak, though I was nervous and wasn’t sure what to say, given the gravity of the situation. “So… how are you?” Really? Jesus, Jo! “About as well as you’d think, I guess. In other words, shitty.” I tried to shift things over to my situation so he wouldn’t have to talk about his. “You must think I’m a real wimp, caving in like I did.” He chuckled. “Nah, I could never think badly of you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Besides, you probably held out longer than I did.” Damn. Maybe he needed to talk about his problems. I was never a good judge of that. “Our situations were different,” I said. “Yeah.” There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Finally, he spoke up. “I thought I was tough. I thought I could handle myself. Beat up the fucking world. Yeah, right. I couldn’t even beat up my beer-bellied, lazy-ass uncle.” I was silent. I wasn’t sure how to respond. So, I just waited for him to continue. “Seriously, Jo. I punched him in the face the first time he tried to force me into a dress. Didn’t faze him. And I slugged him with all my might, too. He then proceeded to beat the hell out of me… and I mean he beat me for a solid twenty minutes. I was defenseless. Not tough at all. My entire self image just went poof! All I could do was curl up into a ball, bawl and beg him to stop hurting me.” I heard him sniffle. Telling me this had to be difficult for him. “I’m… I’m so sorry, Byron. I… just can’t even fathom what you went through.” “Thanks. I just don’t even know who or what I am anymore. I was a sham, a joke before all this. Some bad-ass I turned out to be. Within an hour of getting to Preston, I was begging him to make me dress like a baby girl. BEGGING. He said if I didn’t beg to his satisfaction, he’d kick my ass some more. I couldn’t have taken any more, Jo. I was crushed... and I hurt all over. I would have done anything to make the pain stop. So I did what he said. I clutched at his ankles and begged him to put me in a diaper and dress me like a baby. He said it wasn’t good enough, so I begged harder. And harder. And harder.” More silence, aside from soft crying from both of us.. “After any self confidence and pride I had was thoroughly expunged from me, he agreed to do it. I thanked him, over and over. Fucking THANKED HIM. Thanked him for agreeing to diaper me and turn me into a baby girl! The girl part was and still is far worse than the baby part. I’m not a girl. I’m a trans man and to be forced to live otherwise is as painful as physically removing the skin from my body.” “What a sick, twisted piece of shit!” I said. “No kidding. He stripped me of every ounce of my identity. He would always ask me random questions like ‘who’s a baby girl?’ or ‘are you a boy or a girl?’ The first time he did that was about two days after I got to Preston. And I managed to find the courage to answer truthfully. He took off his leather belt and beat me with it until I was unconscious. I had cuts on my back where the buckle ripped the skin off. Needless to say, after that, I always answered the way he wanted me to answer, which made me feel even worse. And he would never let me get away with just saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’. I was expected to reiterate what he had asked me. If he asked if I was a trans man, I would have to say, ‘no, I’m a baby girl.’ It was dehumanizing.” “I’m sure it was. But, hey, things will be better from now on. My family are jackasses and fucked up, but nothing like your uncle. You won’t be beaten or raped. Things will be okay. Like you said at the party, we’ll get out of this mess.” He sighed. “Yeah, but the shitty thing is that I have a path to freedom now. Once I have the surgeries, I’ll be a legal male and can leave Preston far behind. But what about you? I can’t just take off and leave you here to live as a baby for the rest of your days. I can’t and I won’t. So what do we do?” I thought for a while and offered, “Maybe you could stay here and take ownership of me. You’re cool and wouldn’t treat me like crap and make me live as a baby.” “Yeah,” he said, “but I would still have to enforce all the city’s rules on you or else you’d be removed from my custody. And you’d still have to dress feminine. So what would really be gained?” I had to mull that over. “Well, at least I wouldn’t have to dress like a baby.” “Do you think, even for a minute that your parents would shift ownership of you to me unless I signed papers promising to keep you in diapers and baby dresses?” “Good point,” I said dejectedly. “Besides, we’re talking a long time from now. I promised your parents that I would do my best to behave and do what I’m told on the condition that I would eventually get the gender reassignment surgery done. Your dad is paying for it out of his own pocket, though that dark haired guy is going to help with it too.” “Vince?” I asked. “Yeah. But like I said, we’re in for a long, miserable wait. It’s not like I can just pop into the surgeon’s office, get the surgery done and walk out a bio man that day. I have to go through counseling first and jump through other hoops as well. And there are several different surgeries involved, not just one. It’s a long process. So, we’re going to have to play ball, if you get my meaning. It sucks and NOBODY hates it more than I do. The prospect of having to live as the wrong gender for, like, a year is devastating. It kills my soul each minute I have to do it. And the baby stuff doesn’t help matters.” “Well, at least you got a start, right?” “What do you mean?” Byron asked. “Megan said you had an injection today. I figured it was hormones or something.” “No,” he stated, “that was to clear up some infections I had in my private area due to… tearing.” “Shit,” I said, “I’m sorry, Byron. I didn’t mean to…” “It’s cool. Don’t worry about it.” “How are you going to cope with having to live this way for so long?” I asked. “Frankly,” he said, “I don’t have any fucking idea. I won’t betray your father's trust though. He never cared much for me anyway and I’m still in shock that he offered to do this for me. So I have to follow through with the condition of his offer… somehow. And while we wait, we can come up with a plan for how we can get you out of Preston as well.” I heard a wet, burbling fart noise coming from Byron’s crib. “Did you just…?” “Yeah,” he said, audibly embarrassed. “I got used to using my diapers pretty quickly. My aunt would come over and feel my stomach. If it was too tight, usually from trying to hold off shitting, she’d tell my uncle and he would use the belt on me until I released my bowels. Then, I’d have to stay in it longer. I had a really nasty UTI from being in it so long one time. Needless to say, I got in the habit of using my diapers for their intended purposes in no time. Now, I just do it without much thought. Sorry if that’s disgusting to you.” “No,” I admitted. “I actually kind of envy you in that regard. I pee in it without much thought, but it’s still pretty tough for me to make myself use it for Number Two. I wish I could make myself do it without thinking. It would be so much less stressful.” “Look at us,” Byron chuckled, trying to find at least some humor in our situation, “lying here, discussing how easy or hard it is to poop in a diaper, all the while dressed like baby girls. Who would’ve ever thought that’s what our futures held?” I laughed too. “Right? At least we’re together. That’s SOME consolation. I’ve missed you so much.” “Don’t get TOO mushy, Puke,” he said jokingly. “But, hey, I missed you too.” “We’d better get some sleep,” I said, still chuckling. “I get in trouble if I don’t at least get a little sleep during naptime. Babies need plenty of sleep, as Mom always says.” We both laughed, snuggled into our fluffy blankets and found ourselves drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

CHAPTER 29 The party just never could get back on track after that. I mean, come on, how can you just put on the party hats and resume any festivities after what had just transpired? I mean, the party DID technically continue, but the mood was just shot to hell following the big blow-up. Even my mother’s head wasn’t in the game. Everyone’s minds were on poor Byron and the abuse he suffered at the hands of his piece of shit uncle. It was simply a matter of folks just going through the motions to get through the party that had been so meticulously planned out. Vince rightfully insisted on taking Byron to the clinic he worked at so he could be sure that there were no internal injuries or anything of that nature. My father, who was to take on ownership of Byron, went with them. For my part, I was emotionally spent. I didn’t want to have the party, but I didn’t have the will to resist it. I was like a zombie. A zombie in a stupid-looking baby dress, but a zombie nonetheless. Gia was pretty traumatized by the whole ordeal, though she did what she could to keep me from falling into complete despair over my best friend's situation. Gia is pretty amazing. Have I mentioned that? So, we had the cake as planned, but I barely even remember it. I remember that my sister actually fed me. Normally, that would have pissed me off, but under the circumstances, I was probably too unsteady to feed myself anyway. And I have to be fair here. Megan wasn’t being her usual bitchy self. Nobody told her to feed me, nor did she make a big deal out of it. I think she saw that I was unable to do much and stepped up. No hateful words, no mean comments, no infantilization. After the cake was consumed (well, a small portion of it, anyway), Gia and I were forced to play “Pin the Crown on the Princess”. Even forcing us to do that was half hearted. And since we were both being held while doing it, there really wasn’t too much of a point to it. I felt the telltale rumbling in my stomach that signified I would have to poop before too long. I wanted to put it off as long as possible, though, and since I had great bowel control, I could pull that off. Then came the presents. Each one was exactly what I expected them to be. New baby toys, new baby clothes, new baby EVERYTHING. By then, I had started to become a little numb to these kinds of items. But two of the gifts stood out as being noteworthy, though for entirely different reasons. One of the last gifts I opened absolutely shocked me. The present was from the Mazzantis and I can say without hesitation that it was the last thing I expected. It was a bouncy swing, not unlike the one Gia had sat it, except for one thing. Two things, really. Mounted directly onto the seating area of the swing was not one, but TWO, dildos… one for each orifice. I know the little handbook mentioned things of this nature, but to receive it in front of everyone was cringy and embarrassing. Shouldn’t it have been more private? The other gift was the one sent from Charice. It was a babyish-looking smart phone that had parental control capabilities advertised on the box. It was clearly designed for kids. She knew my parents would never let me have a “regular” phone, so she figured I would overlook the childish aesthetics if it meant having access to a phone. She was right! While the day’s events were still looming over me like a dark shadow, Charice’s present at least gave me a glimmer of happiness. Vince, my father and Byron returned about an hour after the party had concluded. Byron was exhausted, both physically and mentally. He had gone through so much; probably more than we would ever know. Dad looked at Mom and said, “Get the baby ready, sweetheart. We need to head home so Gracie can get some rest.” I hated that by “the baby” he meant ME. Vince spoke up. “I found evidence of repeated abuse. Physical and sexual. Lucas Budd has promised that her uncle will never be in a position to abuse anyone else. When he makes statements like that, believe me… he means it. Gracie’s aunt has been arrested as well. She didn’t engage directly in the abuse, but she’ll definitely be facing punishment for her role in it.” “Did Gracie have any… lasting damage?” Mom asked. “No, nothing lasting” Vince stated, “no broken bones, no internal injuries. Just a lot of bruises and some minor lacerations. Nothing that won’t heal soon.” Byron just stood there, kind of in la-la land while they were talking. She didn’t say a word. He always had a lot of pride and his pride had taken a huge hit. Me seeing him dressed in feminine clothes. Him being a victim of abuse, unable to physically overcome his uncle. Having to tell the police about what had happened. All of it took its toll on him. I could see it in his eyes and it broke my heart into a million little pieces. My mother busied herself gathering my diaper bag, her purse, and other assorted items she had brought with her. Vince and Bianca assured my parents that they could have the gifts brought to our house in the morning, even though I made sure to snatch up my new phone. “Bye bye, birfday gurwl,” said Gia as she hugged me goodbye. She hugged Byron too and told him goodbye. Gia may not have met him before, but she just couldn’t leave him out. She was a sweetie that way. Byron and I were put down for bed about as soon as we arrived home. Byron was already pretty much out like a light before Dad took him to the guest room. I was damn near as tired myself. It had been an emotional day for us both. I woke up in my crib some time later with a cramping sensation in my stomach. There wasn’t a clock in my room, so I had no way of knowing what time it was. It was dark outside, though, so I knew I would have quite a wait if I messed the diaper at that point. I wanted to hold off as long as I could so as to minimize the amount of time I would spend in a filthy diaper. I’ve had to lie in messy diapers before. It was just that I always managed to hold it until an hour or so before one of the grown-ups came in to get me (one of my rules was that I was never allowed to exit the crib without an adult’s assistance). Going back to sleep wasn’t an option. If I relaxed for more than a few seconds, catastrophe would have been unavoidable. So I laid there, shifting positions in a futile attempt to keep my bowels at bay, all the while feeling terrible for poor Byron. I lasted probably two hours after waking up before I couldn’t hold it any longer and released the poop into my diaper. Mom had kept me in the double-diapers with soakers, so I didn’t fear any of it leaking out. My greatest fear was that she would deem this mess not “bad” enough to warrant a change. I realized that she might very well leave it on me for a while, especially considering I was no longer in danger of infections or diaper rash. That was not a pleasant thought, as this mess was particularly loose and slimy. I positioned myself on my side, which I had found was the optimal position to lie in a messy diaper. If I laid on my stomach, which was the first thing I tried early on in my second babyhood, the mess just rested on top of my ass. That grossed me out a lot! Lying on my back was even worse, for obvious reasons. By remaining on my side, the mass usually shifted so that not as much made contact with my skin. I remained locked into that one position for probably five hours, only occasionally drifting off to sleep before being woken up by the mush being pushed around in my diaper when I would move my leg or readjust my torso slightly. Gia told me she knew some techniques for learning to sleep the entire night with a poopy diaper on. I never asked her to enlighten me, though, because I figured I would simply be able to hold it at least long enough to spend only a miniscule amount of time sleeping in one. I decided then and there to inquire about those techniques soon. Eventually, Megan entered the room. It was light out and I knew they typically took me out of my crib at around seven o’clock in the morning. She approached the crib and said, “Let’s check your diaper” immediately before doing exactly that. “You’re pretty messy, but Mom said not to waste a diaper if I didn’t have to. And I don’t think I have to.” Damn it. “Is Mom not here?” I asked. Megan sighed, but not too sarcastically. “Joella, you know you’re not supposed to use your big girl voice. I know you had a rough day yesterday and even I’M not cruel enough to stack too much shit on you, but at least try to behave, okay?” I nodded. “Sowwy.” “That’s better. “Come on, baby. I’ll get you some breakfast.” I used my baby voice and shifted my question. “Is Bywon still hewre?” Another low key sigh. “You CAN’T keep calling her that. You heard what dad said. He’s going to try to get her operation and gender changed, but it’s going to take time. But if we don’t treat her like a girl until then and that Lucas Budd dude finds out, the authorities will remove her from our home.” “Why would dey?” “Because it’s against the law for girls to be treated as boys and, well, vice versa. But the point is that removing her from the home would be really fucking bad. Her next owner may not be willing to have the operation done. And then she would be double fucked.” She was right. But, damn it, how could I bring myself to call him Grace or to use female pronouns? Words like those would cut through Byron like a knife and causing him pain was the last thing on earth I wanted to do. On the other hand, if I didn’t play along, I would be responsible, at least partially, for a fate far worse than having to be temporarily treated like a girl while waiting for the operation that would make his biological gender match his gender identity. “So,” she continued, “are we in agreement that you’ll do what best for Gracie?” “Yeth,” I said, trying to work on the lisp that was generally expected of me. “Glad to hear it, because I’ll admit that while I never cared much for Byr… Gracie, what happened to her was super fucked up. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” “Thanks, Big Sissy,” I said, throwing her a bone. She smiled and said, “Thanks, cutie. And to answer your question, no, Gracie is not here right now. Mom and Dad took her to get the rest of her paperwork done, get an injection and to buy her a few things. They should be back in a few hours or so.” With that, she lifted me from the crib and carried me out of the room.

CHAPTER 28 I couldn’t believe my eyes. Standing before me was my best friend in the whole world… but he was dressed as a baby girl. I know he was born with girl junk, but that’s not who he’s ever been and seeing him this way broke my heart. All I could do was sit there, crying at the sight of him, unable to do anything to help. I wanted so bad to reach out my hand and tell him everything was going to be alright… but how could I do that when I seriously doubted that ANYthing was ever going to be alright again? Besides, I couldn’t reach her and there was no way I’d be able to walk with all the mass between my legs. But that’s beside the point. The look on his face — what little of it I could see because of the pacifier gag — was excruciating to behold. Pain, rage, shame… it was all there. How could anyone do this to him? How could anyone force a transgender person to dress as their assigned sex? It’s cruelty beyond anything I had ever witnessed and it made me literally sick to my stomach. I couldn’t even bring myself to say hello, as I was instructed. I was too flabbergasted and angry and sad. So his uncle firmly said, “Gracie, tell your little friend ‘happy birthday’. Don’t be rude.” Byron glared up at his uncle and then kicked him in the thigh as hard as he could. Yep, that’s the Byron I’ve come to know and love! Brad grabbed his leg and yelled out in pain and anger. Of course, not being used to wearing heels of any kind (even the little ones he had on), Byron lost his balance and toppled over onto the floor, his diaper on full display. Humiliated, angry and in pain, Brad bellowed out “That’s it, you little bitch!” before kicking Byron hard in the ribs. He was getting ready to do it again, too, but my father intervened and punched the abusive prick right in the mouth. He careened backward and landed sprawled out on the floor. Brad attempted to get up, though Vince stood over him and said, “No, you stay right where you are.” He turned to Bianca and said, “Call the police.” “What the hell for?” Brad yelled. “You saw what the little cunt did to me. And after I took her in out of the goodness of my heart when her parents finally flaked out.” Marco came to Byron's aid and helped remove the straight jacket. Byron managed to get the pacifier gag out of his mouth. “Heart?” he yelled out, picking himself back up off the floor, “You don’t HAVE a fucking heart, you piece of horse shit! You and my parents tricked me into coming here with you after you paid them money!” My father asked, “Wait, he paid your parents? To bring you here?” “Yes,” she returned. “They told us Brad offered to bring you here to help change your ways and they accepted.” “That’s bullshit!” she declared emphatically. “Besides, it’s still almost as fucked up if money hadn’t been exchanged. It’s fucking KIDNAPPING!” “How did they trick you?” my mother asked. “My aunt and uncle told me they were taking me to see my cousin in Colorado, so I went with them. Then I overheard a phone call between Brad and my old man outside the motel room that cleared shit up. I tried to leave the hotel in Joplin, but he knocked me out, tied me up and brought me to this fucked up town anyway. And now I’m legally three years old and have no fucking rights!” I noticed her aunt slowly backing out of the room, clearly trying to slip away without being noticed, but I pointed to her and said, “Wook!” All eyes turned to her and she made a run for it. Fortunately, she was caught easily enough and detained along with her husband. Oh, they bitched, complained and acted indignant… but Vince and my father weren't about to let them go. The police finally arrived and all the adult males went into the living room to talk to them. The females and Marco stayed in the ballroom to try to keep everyone calm. I was in tears over what had happened. Not Byron though. He wasn’t about to shed tears, the tough bastard. He came over to me and gave me the biggest hug I had ever received. I was blubbering so hard. I was so happy to see him, yet I felt so awful for him having to be dressed like a girl… and a BABY girl at that. It was a mix of intense emotions and I couldn’t help but break down. “It’s okay, Puke,” he said quietly so that the grown-ups couldn’t hear. “I’ll get us out of this mess, one way or another. You have to believe me.” I just nodded. I wanted to believe he could do it, because I so desperately wanted to return to some semblance of a normal life and also because I couldn’t stand seeing him forced to dress like a female in any way. But I can’t lie… I had my doubts. Marco approached and said, “Let me take a look at your ribs. Make sure they aren’t broke, okay?” Byron looked at me and I nodded, just to let him know that Marco was okay and could be trusted. He pulled up Byron’s dress, trying to be at least somewhat discreet about it by shielding everyone else from getting a good view. I saw Bryron cringe when Marco placed his fingers on his ribs. After a few seconds, he lowered the dress and said, “Nothing looks broken. But the bruising is already pretty bad. You’re going to want to take it easy for a while, okay, Bruce Lee?” That elicited a smile from Byron. I was glad for that. Something tells me he hadn’t done much of that lately. “I have to ask, though,” Marco continued, “Has your uncle beat on you before? Because I saw quite a few faded bruises on your stomach and side.” Byron looked downward, his manly pride bruised worse than his ribs. “There’s no shame in it,” Marco assured him, bending down a little so he could look him in the eyes. “A… few times,” Byron finally confessed. “But I’m not some weakling. I can take a beating as good as anyone.” “I’m sure you can,” Marco replied, “but that’s not really the point. You didn’t deserve that. No girl ever deserves that.” Uh oh. I knew what was going to happen next. Just as I predicted, Byron grew angry, “I’m NOT a girl! I’m a trans man!” Marco put his hands up to show surrender of sorts. “Whoah. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Seriously, I’m sorry. I actually support the LGBTQ community, much to my father’s chagrin. It’s just that I never knew you before and I’m seeing you dressed this way so it just kind of slipped out. Again, I apologize.” I could tell Byron felt bad about flying off the handle that way. “It’s okay. I just get really prickly about that, especially now.” “Understandable. Has he mistreated you in other ways? He looked away. I’ve never known him to be shy, so this was alarming. “It’s safe to talk about it with me. I promise,” he said with conviction. “He… did.” “What did he do?, he asked. “I… really don’t want to talk about it.” He was shaken to his core and trembling by that point. Whatever Brad had done to Byron must have been unspeakable. I think everyone in the room knew what the general idea was. “Okay, you don’t have to, okay?” Marco said. “I want him to pay for whatever he did,” I said with tears rolling down my cheeks, completely ditching the babyish voice that I was told to always use. Neither my mother or Megan corrected me. This was bigger than all that and they knew it. I could see that both of them were upset by what had transpired as well. Byron looked at me. I had never seen him so vulnerable, so scared… so small. “He… would only let me eat if I… did things. You know… things. Or if I let him touch me.” After barely getting those words out, he collapsed into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I hugged him as tight as I could. Marco put his hands on our shoulders for emotional support. And there I thought I had it bad. Sure, I was forced to dress and act like a baby and Megan could be a cruel bitch. But compared to Byron, I’ve had it positively easy since coming here. He has had to endure beatings AND was forced to go back to living as a female, which is literally one of the most heartless things someone can do to a trans male. Throw in the baby stuff and, now molestation on top of that and it all added up to an existence that made my own seem lush and cushy. I get smothered with attention by my mom, my parents buy me stuff, they feed me well and have never beaten me up. And rape was never ever something I had to worry about. Yes, I have to do all the baby crap and pretend my younger sister is my big sister, but fuck! That’s nothing compared to what poor Byron has gone through. Marco walked into the other room, most likely to give the new information to the police. Something had to be done about this. I wanted to murder Brad and his fucked up wife myself. That’s how outraged I was at that moment. Time passed while I just held Byron, letting him know that everything would be made right, just as he had assured me just a short while ago. Eventually, the police had to take Byron into the living room to get his statement and after that, they questioned the rest of us too. Even people in suits somehow became involved, complete with briefcases and paperwork. I had no idea what was going on, but the whole thing was pure pandemonium. Finally, my father came into the ballroom and said, “Gracie is going to…” “BYRON,” I corrected him with a look of total determination in my eyes. He knew I meant business. He backed up and started over. “Your friend is going to come live with us and be your big sister.” “BROTHER,” I stated with seriousness. “Your sibling,” he said. It wasn’t how I wanted him to reply, but it was better. He then took a deep breath. “I know how you feel about this, but for now, she’s going to have to be a girl. But here’s what I promise: I’ll hire a lawyer and try to see if I can get her gender legally changed… even if it means her having gender reassignment surgery. Just understand that until such a time, she HAS to abide by the rules for females.” “Do you SWEAR it?” “Yes,” he replied. “Then say it,” I demanded. He looked me in the eyes and said, “I swear I will do everything in my power to help get her the surgeries she needs. I don’t understand all that gender dysphoria stuff and I honestly don’t support it. But I know this means everything to you and to her. So I’ll do it.” I felt another kind of tear leak from my eyes. “Thank you, Daddy,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him.

It's a short chapter, but an important one. CHAPTER 27 It was clear that a lot of time and effort went into setting up the Mazzantis’ ballroom (yes, they had a freaking ballroom!) to accommodate my birthday party. Oh and money. A lot of that went into it too. I couldn’t believe my eyes when my mother carried me into view of it. It looked like something straight out of some fairy tale or something. The entire decor of the room had been changed! Pink, lacy curtains and tablecloths! Balloons everywhere! Streamers, ribbons, you name it! And “princess” paraphernalia everywhere. Presents were piled up on and around one specific table located on the left-hand side of the room. The table on the right-hand side of the room housed a tall, three-tier pink and white princess theme cake with an edible, gum-paste tiara on top. Talk about garish! The most outlandish part of it all, though, was a colorful castle made of cardboard that acted as a backdrop for an ornate, sickeningly girly chair modeled to look like a throne of sorts. Cardboard standups of royal guardsmen flanked the chair as if protecting the princess. Handing from the ceiling was a sign that said “Happy 2nd Birthday, Princess Joella!” My entire family was there, as was the Mazzanti family and some people I didn’t know. Gia sat in a bouncer swing attached to the frame of a doorway near the presents, her feet barely able to touch the floor. I saw no sign of a special surprise guest. I wouldn’t have been more shocked if I had dropped a radio into the bathtub with me! I fully expected some extravagance and babyish shit, but this went beyond anything I had feared. So far beyond! Mom was looking down at me while I was still on her hip, with a gigantic smile, awaiting my reaction with bated breath. Should I have been grateful? Angry? Embarrassed? Stunned was what I was. And it probably showed on my face. I think my mouth had even dropped open. “Isn’t this lovely?” she asked. I nodded my head, piehole still agape. She carried me excitedly over to the “throne” and placed me upon it. “A special throne for my special little birthday girl,” she cooed. I hated that kind of verbiage. It just made me feel so infantile. I’m sure that was half the point. I almost immediately started wetting myself. Again, I had control of my bladder. I just didn’t see any point in holding it since all these layers of diapers and soakers would no doubt drink it all up so that I wouldn’t be able to feel it. There was one other disadvantage to having the layers on, aside from the sheer bulk: and that was how hot my crotch was getting! So help me, it had to be 150 degrees down inside there! It was super uncomfortable. Everyone started taking photos of me sitting atop the stupid throne, remarking how precious I looked and all that bullshit. I just had to sit and endure it. What other choice did I have, really? Megan was the last one to take photos. “Smile big and put your hands under your chin all-cute-like or I promise you’ll regret the hell out of it,” she whispered so that no one else could hear. I just looked at her at first, so she said, “I mean it. These photos COULD end up in a lot of your old classmates’ inboxes, you know.” Shit! As much as I didn’t want to strike a cutesy pose for my sister, I caved in and did exactly as she said. I considered breaking out in tears and enacting Gia’s strategy, but for some reason, I figured that causing any kind of scene at the party she worked so hard on would break my mom’s heart. Besides, it really needed to be some major bullying to achieve the desired effect. Me striking the dumb-fuck pose caused everyone to let out that stupid “awwww” sound that the idiots in the stuio audience did every time people hugged on that shit-lump of a show, Full House. My mother looked so proud. Okay, full disclosure time! Seeing my mom look upon me with pride was satisfying. Nice, really. Look, she may be in some weird trance-like thing — or whatever is causing her to get all goofy lately — and, yes, I hate how her docile attitude toward my dad has always annoyed me… but the truth is that I love my mother. I’ve never really said it much, but I do. And I remember the looks of disappointment she’d have every time I fucked up, especially when the cops had to haul my drunk ass home at three in the morning. So, it actually made me feel good when I saw her glowing with pride. Sue me. Mom came up to me and said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “Mommy has a special surprise for you since it’s your big day.” A sense of curiosity and apprehension permeated through me as mom moved out of the way so I could see the guest, who was now standing in the doorway. It was an adult woman dressed like a baby, but I didn’t recognize her at all. The girl was almost as short as me, with dark brown hair styled in sort of a bob. She was somewhat sturdy despite her stature, though certainly not “big boned”. She wore a lilac-colored frilly dress that barely covered the thick diaper she wore underneath. She had on rather thin white tights and Mary Janes with maybe 2-inch heels. A pacifier gag was strapped into her mouth. But that wasn’t all. She was bound in a straight-jacket! It was a babyish looking straight-jacket, but a straight-jacket nonetheless. On either side of her was an adult. A male on one side and a female on the other. The male looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him. They both looked to be in their forties. “Aren’t you going to say ‘hello’ to your old friend?” Mom asked, perplexed by my silence. Wait a second! I knew who that guy was! That was Byron’s uncle, Brad! And that must mean that the girl standing in the doorway was… Byron!

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CHAPTER 3 Miranda was in awe as she opened the door to the nursery, “Oh my goodness, this is beautiful.” Miranda smiled as she looked out on the nursery. The nursery was colored in a pink and white theme, however, that contrasted a bit with the beige carpeting that had existed in the room before, though Peter and Daniel had covered it up with white and pink rugs. There was a crib in one corner that had a fluffy pink blanket folded over the side. Inside the crib was a soft pillow and a pile of stuffed animals of all different kinds. “T-toys…” Kiki mumbled a bit as she reached for the stuffed animal pile. She hadn’t had anything that she could consider a toy in almost a decade. She had been forced to give up all her stuffed animals when she turned ten. Her father told her that big girls don’t play with stuffed animals. He said that he was going to donate them to needy families in his parish, but she had heard rumors that he sold them instead. “You want a toy sweetie?” Miranda smiled as she walked to the crib, “I’ll let you choose one, how does that sound?” She said as she slowly set the girl down on the pink and white striped comforter after taking the girl’s now empty bottle and setting it aside. Miranda smiled and quickly whipped out her phone and started to take pictures and video. Kiki initially tried to stand on the soft mattress but after nearly falling several times she decided on crawling to the pile of stuffed toys. She pushed a bit of hair out of her face as she started to sort through the pile of toys, being careful to set each toy she didn’t pick down gently. Eventually she settled on a stuffed dog toy and held it tight. “Does your toy have a name sweetie?” Miranda cooed as she ran her hand through Kiki’s hair. “Scully.” Kiki smiled a bit as she looked up at Miranda and reached up to be held after setting the stuffed toy on the crib’s pillow. Miranda smiled as she picked the little up, “Scully… That is a wonderful name sweetie.” She cooed as she set the girl on her hip and went to examine the rest of the nursery. Daniel and Peter had fulfilled all of Miranda’s requests and had gone beyond. Nestled next to the crib was a crib that fit the color theme of the room with a matching mattress with little restraint straps on the top to keep Kiki comfortable and secure during diaper changes. On the changing table shelves sat a wide variety of diapers and changing supplies. Next to the changing table sat a wheeled little bouncer that did not go with the theming of the room as it was colored primarily with yellow, blue, and red. While it did irk Miranda’s sense of color theming, it would mainly spend time in the living room or the studio so it wasn’t a massive deal in Miranda’s mind. Next there was the white rocking chair, a high chair that Miranda would probably end up moving to the kitchen, and toy chest. Miranda couldn’t see what was in the chest but she assumed that it was probably filled with toys. As Miranda surveyed the nursery, Kiki on the other hand felt her heart beating faster than she ever had before, partially out of excitement and partially out of not knowing what was going to happen next. This was borderline sensory overload for the girl. Kiki didn’t know what to do so she just shoved her face into Miranda’s shoulder. “Kiki, what’s wrong sweetie?” Miranda asked as she sat down in the rocking chair, “Do you not like the color? We can change it if you want.” Miranda asked the little, “It’s alright sweetie, you can tell mommy what is going on.” The Amazon said as she started to rub the girl’s back. Kiki shook her head but kept it buried in Miranda’s shoulder, “The color is fine.” The little spoke just loud enough for Miranda to hear. Miranda frowned a bit and unbuttoned Kiki’s onesie to inspect the girl’s diaper, “Let's see if you need a change.” She said as she gently squeezed the diaper eliciting a squeak from Kiki, “No, you are still dry.” Miranda pursed her lips as she unbuttoned the onesie, “Kiki, you need to use your words to let me know what's wrong sweetie, I’m not a mind reader.” Miranda sighed. Kiki lifted her head out of Miranda’s shoulder and rubbed her eyes, “It’s just a lot all at once.” Miranda sighed in relief and grabbed the girl’s bottle before walking out of the nursery, “That's okay sweetie. I realize that this is a big change for you. We can take things nice and slow if you like.” “Yes please.” The girl looked up and smiled at Miranda, “Thank you.” Miranda smiled back, “You are very welcome dear.” She said as she sat down on the couch, “How about we get you another bottle of water? We don’t need you getting dehydrated, do we?” Kiki nodded a bit, her throat did feel a bit dry even with her earlier bottle of water, “Yes please.” Kiki wasn’t even thinking about where the water would end up, that thinking was pushed back to the farthest corner of her mind, locked behind a wall of shame. “Such a good girl.” Miranda smiled as she unscrewed the top of the bottle and started to fill it with water. Miranda wanted to encourage Kiki to ask for things and the first step to that was giving the girl some nice positive reinforcement. Kiki's face broke out into a smile at being called a good girl. She couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten any sort of meaningful praise from her parents. She liked it, she liked the feeling of being told she was a good girl. Miranda couldn’t help but smile back when she saw Kiki smile. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy when she made the girl happy, “Kiki, do you want to try out your new highchair, or do you want to drink your bottle on the couch?” Kiki blushed a bit, “Can I try the high chair please?” Kiki’s mind was still riding the high of being called a good girl so she was a bit braver, plus trying out the highchair was a small step in her mind, it was just sitting in a chair after all. Miranda nodded and set the bottle on the counter, “Alright sweetie, are you going to be okay while mommy goes and gets it?” Kiki looked up at the woman and nodded, “I-I think I’ll be okay.” “Are you sure?” Miranda brushed a bit of hair out of Kiki’s eyes, “It's okay if you wanna stay with mommy.” Kiki just nodded, “I’ll be okay, it'll only be for a few seconds… right?” Kiki suddenly sounded a bit nervous. Miranda nodded, “Just a few seconds, I promise dear. Mommy will just pop into your nursery and bring your high chair out. Quick in and out.” Miranda cooed as she set the girl down on the couch. Kiki nodded, “In and out.” She bit her lip the second that Miranda was out of sight. Even though it was literally only a few feet from where she was sitting to where Miranda had to go it felt like miles. A million thoughts ran through Kiki’s mind, what if her mommy got lost, what if she tripped and fell. Of course there were totally irrational thoughts but Kiki was starting to get worried even though Miranda had only been out of her sight for a few seconds. The second that Miranda came back into view carrying the pink and white high chair, Kiki breathed a sigh of relief. Miranda set the highchair next to the kitchen island and smiled at the girl, “See, wasn’t gone more than a minute.” She walked over to the couch and picked Kiki up, “Did you get through that okay dear?” “Uh huh.” Kiki hugged Miranda and smiled. The girl was relieved to be back with Miranda even though the Amazon was gone for literally less than a minute. Miranda smiled a bit when Kiki hugged her. This was the love that made taking care of a little all worth it. Of course it was only the first hour or so, so Miranda had yet to experience any of the trials or tribulations involved with taking care of littles, but she didn’t care right now, all she cared about was loving her little. For the next half hour Miranda spent time on the couch cuddling and playing with Kiki. Miranda had decided to give the girl her bottle while she was resting on Miranda’s stomach, she liked feeling close with her little. The amazon couldn’t help but smile as she just played simple little games like peek-a-boo and patty cake with the girl, it was simple, but it made Kiki happy and thus it made Miranda happy.’ “I love you. Yes I do. I love you.” Miranda smiled as she tickled Kiki’s tummy which elicited waves of laughter from the girl. The play time was interrupted by the buzzing of the doorbell, “That must be our dinner.” Miranda stretched as she set Kiki on the couch and started to walk to the door. After a quick look through the peephole to confirm that it was the delivery, Miranda opened the door. “Hello.” Miranda smiled at the teenage delivery driver. “Hello.” The driver sighed, “I have one amazon personal veggie, one little cheese, and a bottle of strawberry milk.” “That is correct.” Miranda smiled as she took the order and set it on the kitchen counter before tipping the driver and shutting the door, “Kiki, dinner is here.” Kiki sat up on the couch as her stomach growled, “Thank you.” She smiled and reached up to be held. She felt safest whenever Miranda was carrying her. “Up we go.” Miranda picked the girl up, “All ready for dinner sweetie?” Miranda said as she went to place the girl in the high chair. Kiki nodded as she started to smell the pizza. It smelled heavenly, like nothing she had smelt before, it made her even hungrier. Kiki felt her diaper cushon her as she was placed in the highchair. When she got herself comfortable in the chair she noticed a pink velcro bib resting on the tray table, Miranda must have gotten it from the nursery when she got the high chair. As Kiki was placed in the chair, she could start feeling some pressure in her bladder, she chose to ignore it in favor of food. “Alright sweetie, let's get this on you so that you don’t get your nice onesie all dirty.” Miranda said as she picked up the bib and undid the velcro that held it together, “Tell me if it is too tight, alright?” Miranda said as she placed the bib around Kiki’s neck and pressed the velcro together. “It’s good.” She said as she looked at the boxes of pizza resting on the counter, the bottle of milk next to the boxes had a light pink tinge to it, it looked good in Kiki’s mind. Kiki smiled a bit as she looked at the bib, it had the words “Mommy’s Girl” on it, she liked it, she was her mommy’s girl. “Good.” Miranda started to open the pizza boxes. She had no problem eating pizza right out of the box, but for a little like Kiki, she had to make sure that it had cooled enough so that the girl didn’t burn her little mouth, “Mommy needs to let the pizza cool so it doesn’t burn you, okay?” Miranda said as she opened the fridge looking for something to drink, “lets see what we have for me.” Miranda murmured to herself, “Beer, wine cooler, more beer, ah there we go, cola.” Miranda smiled as she grabbed a bottle of soda from the fridge, “Looks like we will need to go grocery shopping tomorrow.” Miranda said as she looked at the shopping list sticky note on the fridge, it was empty, time to fill it in while the pizza cooled. Kiki watched as Miranda quickly scribbled on a sticky note. She couldn’t make out what the amazon was writing, Miranda’s handwriting was too messy and she was constantly moving around, poking her head into cabinets and the fridge before mumbling to herself and writing something down. It was actually quite entertaining to the little, her parents were always very composed and deliberate while Miranda appeared to be a bit scatterbrained, it was a change of pace for the girl, she liked it. Miranda smiled as she set the sticky note which had morphed into three of the notes attached to each other on the kitchen island. She had filled the list with all different kinds of food and snacks for Kiki, ranging from mush to solid cookies and everything in between. She didn’t know what Kiki would like so she put down everything she could think of. Miranda then started to think about which store they would go to, there were several more higher-end grocery stores near her, they were generally less crowded and had more selection, but they were also a bit more pricey, “I can probably get a quick painting out during her nap tomorrow.” Miranda pursed her lips and started writing on another sticky note. Kiki couldn’t help but smile as she watched the amazon try and come up with a plan, it even elicited a small laugh from the little which immediately caught Miranda’s attention causing her to turn and face the little, “What's so funny?” Miranda cooed. Kiki’s eyes went wide and immediately looked away, “N-nothing ma’am.” She stammered in a meek voice as she avoided Miranda’s gaze. Miranda frowned a bit, “Sweetie, what's wrong?” She walked over to the highchair and leaned down so that she was eye level with the girl. “Nothing!” Kiki blurted out, her voice cracking. The little still refused to look at Miranda. The woman sighed and gently used her pointer finger to move the little’s head so that Kiki was looking at her, “Sweetie, tell mommy what is wrong?”\ “I-I…” Kiki started to talk before tears welled up in her eyes and the little began to cry, “I’m sorry!” Miranda sighed and picked the girl up, “Shhhh, it’s okay sweetie, it's okay.” Miranda said as she softly bounced the girl, “It’s okay. You have nothing to be sorry for, okay?” She said as she rubbed the girl’s back, “I promise you that you did nothing wrong.” Miranda cooed softly as she comforted Kiki, “What's got you all upset dear?” “I laughed at you.” Kiki sniffled and wiped her eyes. With her parents, laughing at something they did was a sign of disrespect and was quickly punished. “You laughed at me?” Miranda was stunned that Kiki would get upset over something like that, but then she thought about what she knew about the girl’s upbringing, “Did I do something funny?” Kiki nodded as she rubbed her eyes a bit, “Uh huh.” Miranda smiled a bit, “Then it’s okay to laugh sweetie, especially if I do something funny, like this!” Miranda stuck her tongue out Kiki couldn’t but laugh as Miranda stuck her tongue out at her. The little’s laughs echoed through the apartment. It was the first time that the girl had laughed in ages, for the first time in memory, she was happy. Miranda smiled when Kiki started to laugh, after all that the little had gone through it was good for her to finally start acting like a proper little, “Come on sweetie, let's go eat dinner.” Miranda adjusted her hold on the little before setting her back in the high chair. By now the pizza had cooled enough that Miranda felt safe giving it to Kiki, “Do you want mommy to feed you dear?” Kiki looked at the smaller pizza that she assumed was for her, while it was much smaller than the other pizza she doubted that she could eat it all, “Um, can I feed myself please?” Kiki looked up at the woman. Miranda nodded as she got a few pieces of Kiki’s pizza ready, “Of course sweetie.” The pizza was already cut up into square little sized pieces. Miranda set the pieces on the high chair’s tray table before turning and grabbing the bottle of strawberry milk. After giving it a few strong shakes she set it next to the pizza, “There you go sweetie, eat up.” Miranda smiled before grabbing a slice of her pizza and wolfing it down. Kiki watched in awe as Miranda tore through her pizza, she had never seen someone eat that fast before. The little hesitantly picked up one of the pizza squares and took a bite of it. She had eaten pizza before, but she never had one this sweet. She still tasted the cheese and the sauce but it just seemed sweeter than any pizza she had eaten before, she liked it. Miranda looked over at Kiki. She smiled as the girl took her first few bites before starting to happily munch on the pizza. She always found any food made specifically for littles to be sickeningly sweet, pizza included, but Kiki seemed to love it. Miranda made sure to keep Kiki’s tray table well stocked with pizza until it was all gone, “Good girl Kiki, you ate all your pizza.” Miranda cooed, “Now drink your bottle.” “Okay.” Kiki nodded as she used her bib to wipe a bit of sauce from her face. Nothing had gotten on the bib aside from what Kiki had wiped off her face. The little grasped the bottle in both hands and slowly brought it to her mouth. Much like the bottle she had before, the second the nipple touched her lip she got a pleasant sensation of sweetness. When she started to suckle, she was rewarded with a thick creamy milk that had a hint of strawberry flavor. She lifted the bottle higher so that she could get more of the milk faster, she was hooked in more ways than one. Miranda took her phone out and started to take pictures. She could use them as references for future paintings, or she would get them framed, either way she would be happy. She looked at the receipt for the order and smiled, she had initially had misgivings about ordering the milk laced with a mild regressive formula, but some littles just needed a little help. In Miranda’s mind, Kiki needed help overcoming her own feelings and shame about who she wanted to be, and really, was there anything bad about helping a little act more like how littles should. Miranda’s thoughts were interrupted by whines coming from Kiki. Miranda turned and watched as the girl desperately tried to get the last few bits of milk out of the bottle. Miranda could see that the girl was starting to get a bit frustrated. She smiled and walked over to the girl, “Good girl Kiki.” She cooed as she gently took the bottle from the girl’s hands, “It’s okay sweetie, mommy will get you some more milk later.” She said as she placed the bottle on the counter before picking up Kiki. “Milkie!” The little whined and squirmed in Miranda’s arms. In her normal state of mind, Kiki would never do something like what she was doing now, but in her regressed mindset, this was a perfectly appropriate course of action. “Yes milkie.” Miranda cooed as she set Kiki’s head on her shoulder and started to burp the girl. After a few pats Miranda heard a large burp from the girl, “Excuse you.” She smiled and kissed Kiki’s forehead, “Feel better dear?” Kiki nodded a bit before starting to squirm again, “Potty!” Kiki whined. “You need to go potty sweetie?” Miranda cooed softly. Miranda had no idea how much the regressive formula would affect Kiki, after all it was a mild one, “But you got a diaper on sweetie.” She rubbed the girl’s back. “But I'm a big girl!” Kiki tried to argue before Miranda sushed her. “No you aren’t, you are a little and littles go potty in their diapers.” Miranda said taking a firm tone with Kiki. She had seen her manager take this tone before with her little so she was just copying what she saw. She would have to add little care books to the shopping list. “But I don't wanna potty in my diaper.” Kiki started to kick her legs in frustration as she got more desperate. Miranda sighed and started to carry Kiki towards the nursery, “Kiki, you are going potty in your diapers and that is final.” She said as she entered the nursery and sat in the rocking chair cross legged with Kiki in her lap facing her. Miranda was relatively short by amazonian standards at only fourteen feet seven inches so she could easily sit how she wanted. Kiki whimpered and slowly stood up between Miranda’s legs and grabbed onto Miranda’s shoulders for balance as she gently squatted down and shut her eyes. “Going potty?” Miranda smiled. She needed to encourage Kiki to use her diapers, this was a good first step, but she also wanted the girl to be comfortable while not on the regression formula. Kiki nodded, “Mhhhmmm.” She said a slow hissing sound started to reach Miranda’s ears before growing in strength. “Good girl Kiki!.” Miranda smiled, “Good girl for going potty in your diaper.” She said as she stayed still so that Kiki could finish. “All done.” The little smiled at the praise, “Change please.” She said as she looked up at Miranda. “Since you asked so nicely, yes, then it's bath time.” Miranda said as she picked up Kiki and placed the girl on her hip. Miranda could feel the diaper squishing beneath the onesie. Miranda carried the girl over to the changing table and set her on the table, it was then that Miranda remembered a very important fact. She had no idea how to change a diaper. “Crap.” Miranda sighed as the fact hit her, “Just, uh, stay right there sweetie, mommy needs to make a quick call.” Miranda took a few steps away from the changing table, much to the confusion of Kiki. After a few taps on her smartphone, Miranda brought her phone to her ear, “Lindsey, hey, I need some help.” -----EARTH----- John was bored, outrageously bored. The Bureau's recruitment center where he worked was dead quiet as it was on most Mondays, so he and some other recruiters were just relaxing in the lobby. People generally came to him during the weekend after having spent the following week getting their affairs in order. Though John's position as lead recruiter for this center demanded large amounts of paperwork, it still had to be sent from San Francisco. The flow of people entering the care of amazons was starting to dry up and he needed more recruits. He would have to loosen the restrictions he had put in place for certain kids of people. After a few months on the job, John could tell what kind of person was coming through the doors, be it someone trying to run from the law and wanting to escape to Amazonia (they turned those people over), someone who wanted to work for the Bureau, someone who wanted to enter the care of an amazon be it for the desire to be pampered, fulfillment of a sexual fantasy, or just wanting a new life, and those who wanted information on those who had been recruited by the center. The man storming in through the front doors was a member of the last group. “Jazz, get security here now.” John said as he stood up along with several other recruiters. “Got it.” A recruiter said before walking over to a phone on the wall and dialing. “I demand to speak with whomever is in charge here!” The man yelled at the receptionist. The man was dressed like a pastor, black shirt and pants with white clerical collar. “I'm the lead recruiter here.” John said as he walked towards the man, “What seems to be the problem, sir.” “I demand to know where my daughter Rebecca is!” The man yelled at John, bits of spittle flying from his mouth. “And who might you be sir?” John asked as the other recruiters walked up to the front desk. “Her father! Pastor Charles Matthews!” The man yelled again. A twinge went through John’s heart, the name rang a bell, he could be the father of the girl that came stumbling into the center last friday, if that was the case then he had to make sure that he left with no information about her, “Sir, any and all inquiries into individuals who may or may not have chosen to enter our programs must be made in person at our San Francisco headquarters. Now then, if that is all, I will now have security escort you from the premises.” John smiled as two security guards walked up behind him, each one had an extendable baton in their hands. John motioned to the guards and they began to walk towards the man. “Fine! I will go to San Francisco! I will take my daughter back by any means necessary.” The man yelled before storming out of the building. John frowned, “Irving, call Earth operations management and inform them of this incident. Something tells me that man is going to stir up a lot of trouble, both here and portal side.” END OF CHAPTER