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Chapter 3 Sleeping in pull-ups wasn’t as hard as Jeremy had expected. Comfort-wise, they weren’t so bad, fitting snugly and flexing in a way that was mostly like normal underwear. The plastic sheet that had been added to his bed was a little harder to get used to, rustling and crinkling every time he rolled over, but even that wasn’t enough to keep his tired body from dozing into a deep sleep. He had comfortable dreams, and when he woke up, the bed was dry. Of course, he thought, smiling as he sat up. It was just a one time thing. A freak incident on my first day, not a chronic issue. Throwing off the covers, he stood out of bed, feeling his pull-ups sag around his waist. Frowning, he glanced down, inspected the padding, and found it sodden and soaked almost through. Not quite a dry night, then. At least the pull up had done its job, though, and he hadn’t soaked the mattress and sheets. Stripping out of the garment, he dropped it in the trash bin in his room, wrapped a towel from the dresser around his waist, and walked to get showered. After a quick rinse, a brush of his teeth, and checking to find that he didn’t really need to shave, he returned to get dressed. At some point the day before, Billy or someone had gotten into his dresser and swapped out his boxers for pull-ups. The padding was lined up neatly. Well, it’s to be expected. Making a mental note to ask where his boxers had been stored, he slipped on one of the pull-ups, put on pants, and left his room shirtless to go get breakfast. No flapjacks that day. Billy was frying up eggs to order, with bacon on the side, crispy without quite being burnt. Jeremy helped himself, using an excessive amount of ketchup on the eggs, and needing prodigious use of a napkin to wipe off his face as he finished eating. He noticed that the other hands were giving him funny looks, but brushed it off, until he realized that the waistband of his pullups were poking out. Pointing out that they were just temporary felt like too much of an admission, so he just ignored them, frowning down at his food. There was no reason to care what they thought, but it still made him blush a little, making his cheeks warm. His crotch was warm, too, and- Wait, am I peeing? Jeremy looked down at himself, blinked, and quickly looked back up, pretending like nothing was the matter. The urine rushed into his pullup, flooding it and bringing the padding almost to capacity. He’d have to change, when he went back to his room to finish getting dressed. No problem, even if it meant he might need to explain why there were two wet pullups in his trash can. In the meantime, he’d be more careful, more aware of how much he needed to go. Standing, he squelched over to the sink, set down his used dishes, and walked back to his room to get changed and dressed for the day. He never got the opportunity to put on a fresh pullup, because Karen was waiting for him. “Oh, hey there,” she said, looking up from making the bed as Jeremy walked in. “Sleep alright?” “Yeah, um… fine,” he said, eyes darting to the trash can, holding his first soggy pullup. “Do you need something?” “I noticed your boots were a little too large, and not fitting properly,” Karen explained, gesturing to the floor where a pair of new rubber boots sat. “So I took you these out of storage. They’re a half size smaller, they should be more comfortable.” “Aren’t those training boots?” he asked, looking at them. “We didn’t have any leather ones in the shed,” Karen shrugged. “Put them on, see how they fit.” He wanted to take off his pants and change his pullup, but he wasn’t going to do that while Karen was there. Crouching, he pulled on the boots one at a time, finding them a little more comfortable, just like she’d suggested. As he stood, she tossed him a shirt from his closet. “Get that on, too. You’re late for starting your chores.” “But…” he started to say. “Is something wrong, Jerry?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do you need to go potty first?” “No!” Jeremy blurted, quickly buttoning up the shirt. “I’ll get right to that.” Tucking in his shirt and hitching up his pants, he tried to ignore the squelch of his pullup. At least the choring was the same. Now that he’d done it once, things were easier, a familiar routine. Certainly, this time, he’d get it done in time to run back to the ranch house and change before riding practice. Of course, faster didn’t mean fast. It was still a lot of work that took most of his concentration. The soggy pullup fell to the back of his mind as he built up a sweat sweeping, shoveling, raking, and generally keeping the barn in order. It wasn’t until he was a couple hours in and getting close to done that he felt the chafing that had begun to build. It was the sort of rash that he didn’t notice while it crept up on him, but once it had his attention, it was hard not to think about. The rash wasn’t awful, but it was certainly uncomfortable, as though he’d been wearing something coarse that grated against his thighs, instead of just a wet pullup. He wasn’t sure why it was uncomfortable - he wasn’t really familiar with ‘diaper rash’ as a concept - he just knew that it would be a good idea to rinse off and get into something dry before it got any worse, even if that meant leaving his job early and coming back to finish it off. Keeping in line with his terrible luck that week, though, something had to go wrong. As he hung up the tools and got ready to jog back to the ranch house, Karen wandered in. “Done already, Jerry?” He shifted uncomfortably, both because his thighs felt a little raw, and because he knew he wouldn’t be any good at lying to Karen. “No, I just… needed some water.” “There’s a cooler near the back, it’s always got water in it,” Karen said, pointing. “Oh, uh… sure.” Spotting it, Jeremy walked that way, trying to limit how much his thighs rubbed against the pullup. “So what’s up?” “I had a question,” Karen said. “Hold it, stop.” Jeremy did so, glancing back at her. “Why?” “Did you pull a muscle?” she asked. “You’re walking like something’s wrong.” “Nothing’s wrong!” Jeremy squeaked, not wanting to admit to having had another accident. She rolled her eyes, walking over. “It happens to the best of us. Here, show me where, and I’ll teach you a stretch to help… wait.” Realizing, she raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t pull a muscle, did you?” “No,” he mumbled, looking down at the dirt. Stepping up, she unbuttoned his trousers for him, letting them fall to the floor and exposing his sodden pullup. “Jerry! How long have you been this soggy?” she demanded. Jeremy shuffled uncomfortably, blushing as he admitted, “Um… since breakfast?” “Well, no wonder you’re uncomfortable, you’re going to rash something awful if you do that!” she said. “Here, you need to air out so it doesn’t get any worse. Sit down, I’ll help you.” Feeling too awkward to do anything but obey, Jeremy plopped down on the ground, letting Karen pull off his shoes, pants, and finally the wet pullup. She helped put the boots back on, but that was it. “Now, you need to let that breathe for a couple hours, or you’ll just get all sweaty and make the rash worse,” she said, offering a hand to help him stand. Jeremy got to his feet. “I… sorry.” She sighed, sympathetically. “You don’t need to apologize, Jeremy, it’s not your fault that you’re having potty troubles.” Tilting her head, she considered for a moment before asking, “Do you need to go potty now?” He started to shake his head, then considered how he felt and his eyes widened in surprise at how badly he needed to pee. Suddenly urgent, he said, “Yes!” Taking his hand without question, Karen nodded. “Then lets get you to the potty.” In just his shirt and his rubber boots, walking hand in hand with Karen, she walked him all the way back to the ranch house. It did feel nice to have some fresh air on his tender thighs, he had to admit, but that feeling was overtaken by embarrassment, and embarrassment was overtaken by his desire not to lose control. They got inside, and she walked with him all the way into the bathroom, sitting Jeremy down on the toilet. “Can you do the rest?” “I ca- yeah I can!” he exclaimed, annoyed. “I’m not, like, two.” She shrugged. “Can you blame me for asking? Your track record isn’t great.” He started to complain some more, then realized he’d started peeing in the middle of inventing an angry remark. Karen just gave him an ‘I told you’ look, smirked, and said, “Be sure to wash your hands for twenty seconds, then finish up your chores before riding lessons.” Jeremy blushed as she left, glad to have a little privacy once she’d walked away, almost missing the back half of her comment. She expects me to go to riding lessons like this? It had to be something where she’d have clean pants and a fresh pullup for him. Airing out wouldn’t take that long. Waiting a few extra moments to be sure he was really done, Jeremy got up, washed his hands, and walked half-naked back to the barn. He had to be a little careful with the rest of his chores. Swinging in the breeze as he was, he didn’t want to accidentally get knocked somewhere sensitive. Going slow and steady, he finished setting out the hay, checked the clock on the wall, and- “Dammit!” he swore, realizing he was late for riding lessons again. Hurrying out of the barn, he jogged through the gate and into the pen, finding the whole group of hands already there, most of them already on horses. A couple of the girls giggled as he jogged up, leaning on his bare knees to catch his breath, but he pretended that it was just because he was late, and not for… other reasons. “Finally decided to join us, Jerry?” Karen asked, glancing at him as she helped someone else adjust the straps on a saddle. “Sorry,” Jeremy said, glancing around, looking for pants or at least a pull-up that Karen might have brought for him. “Um…” “Um?” Karen looked over her shoulder at him. “What is it, Jerry?” “Did you, uh… bring a change of pants for me?” This time it was one of the guys who giggled, making him blush more. “What for?” she asked. “You’ll really want to air out a while longer, Jerry, to help with your diaper rash.” At that, everyone giggled. “But-” “I know best, Jerry. Now, wait patiently, and you can have a turn on the horsies just like everyone else.” That left him dumbfounded, at a total loss for how to respond, and Karen went right back to her work, ignoring him. There wasn’t much for him to do. Jerry stood off to the side, not feeling up to chit-chatting with the other hands while he was half naked. He felt ridiculous, exposed, constantly worried they were judging him, but most of the amusement seemed to come from finding him silly, not from thinking him pathetic. Whether that was comforting or not, Jeremy wasn’t sure. On the one hand, it meant he didn’t have to worry that the girls just thought he was particularly small and unimpressive, but on the other, they probably weren’t thinking about him as a sexual prospect at all. That was off the table. He wore pull ups, he walked around without pants or underwear of any kind. At best, they probably thought of him as a slightly-larger-than-normal kid. That… was uncomfortable to think about, so he tried to forget it, pacing in the yard while he waited for his turn to ride. That came, eventually, as Karen walked Trigger over and nodded to him. “Alright, Jerry! It’s your turn to ride for a bit. Let me give you a hand up.” He frowned, but accepted her hand, clambering up into the saddle. It turned out to be important that she was there for balance - he wanted to sit down gently and relax onto the saddle, given that there was nothing between his skin and the hard leather, and it took an extra hand for him to do that. It was good to be in the saddle. Social awkwardness and embarrassment aside, he loved riding. With only a few days under his belt, he was by no means an expert, but it was fun, it was relaxing, it made him feel better when he was otherwise stressed out. His shirt flapped in the breeze a little as he was up on the saddle, free to trot around the yard. He got to go about ten feet before Karen whistled, stopping him. He turned, frowning, and she raised a hand to get everyone’s attention. She pointed at Jeremy, next. “Alright, everyone take a look at Jeremy.” Everyone did what she told them to, but nobody had any particular insights to offer. “Something’s wrong,” Karen prompted, rolling her wrist in a ‘follow along’ gesture. “Who can tell me what it is?” “He’s not wearing any underwear?” Someone proposed. Someone else giggled. “That’s not it,” Karen shook her head. “It does have to do with his clothing, though.” A few idle seconds passed. Nobody had any ideas. She gave them another clue. “When you’re riding, you’re supposed to keep your clothes…” “Tucked in,” one of the hands suggested. “That’s right!” She smiled. “You can’t have your shirt getting caught on something, or loose, baggy pants that’ll get snagged on your saddle. Everything needs to be neat, and tucked, and tight. Now, look at Jerry’s shirt.” Everyone did, Jeremy included. His shirt had nothing to tuck it into, and as such, was buffeting in the gentle breeze. “Jerry, go ahead and take that shirt off, before you get yourself hurt,” Karen instructed. “But…” he started to protest. “I mean…” She gave him a withering look, and the protest died in his throat. Unbuttoning the shirt, he wadded it up and passed it down to her, completely naked save for his rubber beginner’s boots. He felt ridiculous, but there wasn’t any more giggling than there had been a moment before. Mostly, the other students just got back to riding, or talking, or doing whatever they had been before he took off his last article of clothing. Jeremy got back to riding, feeling the wind tickle his hair as he got up to a quick trot around the yard. Even with everything else going on, the riding was still okay. … He didn’t really unwind with the others that night. It felt awkward to approach them, seeing as they’d all seen him naked, even if they were still theoretically his ‘peers’. Instead, he just retired to his room early. The pullup he’d put on after riding was wet. When did that happen? Stripping out of it, he tossed the old one in the trash, going for the drawer to get a clean, dry pair. As he slipped them on, he examined the painting above the dresser, tilting his head as he puzzled at it. A young man on a horse - no, not even a young man. A boy, really. Tall, maybe, but still going through puberty, not quite as built out as he’d be in a few years. It was a good painting, really conveying the youthful energy that it was going for, but something about it puzzled him. He could have sworn that it was an adult a couple days before. And it was hard to tell, but… Is the boy in the painting wearing a pullup? If you like my writing and want to support me, please consider subscribing to my Patreon. You get early access, exclusive stories, and you support my ability to continue writing. ❤️ https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling

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Sam has been taken to a woman's house. Her punishment is going to be a dry run for a woman looking to foster children and Sam is an unwilling participant in the trial. All she can hope for is that Janet gets processed and released post haste! --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- “Think of this as a dress rehearsal for when you foster real kids.” Officer Jones said as Elizabeth carried Sam into the room. “Well, she’s the right size for sure.” Elizabeth said, “If you hadn’t told me the story I would never have believed she wasn’t a child.” Sam was sat on the edge of the long changing table that ran down most of the length of one of the walls. Elizabeth wasted no time in doing what she wanted with Sam, her shirt and skirt were quickly removed with Sam feeling too afraid to say anything. She was gently eased down on to her back, the padded table top didn’t actually feel too uncomfortable, having Elizabeth and Officer Jones looking down at her was a lot more off-putting. “Let’s sort this diaper out.” Elizabeth said as she reached under the changing table to one of the shelves. She soon stood up with a folded up plastic diaper. Sam almost reflexively reached down with her little hands and placed them on top of the poorly fitting diaper. She understood that Officer Jones was doing her a favour by leaving her here but did they really have to go to all this trouble? “Do I really need to wear diapers and stuff?” Sam asked hesitantly, “I’ve learnt my lesson, I swear.” “I told you to be good.” Officer Jones warned Sam, “You do as you’re told or I’ll take you downtown. You are going to wear diapers, you are going to be a baby and you are going to do everything you are told until further notice. Understand?” Sam gulped and nodded though she was far from happy with the situation. She felt Elizabeth pry her hands away from the diaper and lay them down next to her. “Just relax.” Elizabeth said with a smile, “It’s nothing I’ve never seen before.” Sam felt humiliated as the tapes on the diaper were pulled away and she was exposed in front of the two adults. She closed her eyes and wished this would be over much sooner. With her eyes closed and feeling the diaper she had been wearing get taken away Sam thought about Janet and what she would be going through. Sam had never stepped foot in a jail and had no idea what the process was but she was sure it wouldn’t be pleasant. Sam’s thinking was interrupted not long after it had started when she felt her legs getting effortlessly lifted high in the air. Partly due to her size, Sam had never liked people manhandling her, it seemed she would have to get used to it here. When her legs were lowered it was on top of a new diaper. Sam could immediately feel that these diapers were thicker, she shuddered as she felt the soft padding underneath her. The diaper was pulled up between Sam’s legs and unlike the hurried diapering Janet had given her Elizabeth was taking her time. Sam felt the woman’s hand flatted the diaper by pressing her palm against it, she started at the crotch and rubbed up over the belly. Sam still couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes as she felt the sides pulled tighter to her body, the tapes were soon fixed and Sam knew she had been firmly taped into a new pair of baby pants. “A perfect fit.” Elizabeth said, “I was worried these little diapers wouldn’t work. They are meant for babies after all.” Sam refused to open her eyes. Maybe if she never opened them none of this would be real, she couldn’t accept she was naked on a table in just a diaper. Her need to pee hadn’t gone away but wetting herself was something she couldn’t even contemplate, maybe once Officer Jones was gone Elizabeth would ease up on this a bit. Sam was pulled into a sitting position and she heard some fumbling in the nearby closet. She knew Elizabeth was finding her something to wear and she knew she wouldn’t like anything that was picked out. This felt like a nightmare that Sam couldn’t wake up from. “This’ll do for this evening.” Elizabeth eventually said. Sam felt something pulled over her head but it wasn’t a shirt. It was long and flowing, Sam didn’t need to open her eyes to know it was a dress. Sam never wore dresses, the only dresses available in her size would ones designed for children and that was something Sam usually avoided like the plague. When Sam was lifted off the table and stood on the ground she finally opened her eyes. She was stood in front of the mirror and what she saw almost made her heart stop. She wasn’t just in a dress, this was a pale pink and frilly garment that looked like it would be used for a little girl’s birthday party. The only thing pinker than the dress was Sam’s cheeks as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “I… I…” Not for the first time today Sam was left speechless by what she was seeing. “It looks wonderful.” Officer Jones said as he tried and failed to suppress a giggle. “I… I…” Sam continued to stutter. “It’s incredible that a young woman would fit into things that I would struggle to put on a four-year-old.” Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief, “But I’m really not sure if staying here is for the best…” “Yes, let me go! I think letting me go home is a better choice than leaving me here, I’ll be good I promise!” Sam interrupted Elizabeth loudly. “It isn’t a choice, young lady.” Officer Jones stated emphatically. “No, really… I think I should go.” Sam started to turn around and take off her dress. Maybe she was still in shock since it was clear the only place she could go was jail. “I see what you mean.” Elizabeth said as she stopped Sam removing the dress and turned to Officer Jones, “She needs some lessons in manners.” “I do not!” Sam said indignantly. “You can leave her here, I’ll put her right.” Elizabeth said as she looked at Sam sternly. “Excellent.” Officer Jones smiled widely, “I’ll swing by after my shift each morning and check on the progress.” Officer Jones gave Elizabeth a hug before they said their goodbyes. The policeman left the room and quickly went downstairs leaving Sam alone with Elizabeth. Sam was still shocked at how she was dressed, this was all happening so quickly. She couldn’t believe she would have to stay in diapers and the horrible prospect of using the diapers was quickly approaching. “You… You aren’t going to make me stay like this are you?” Sam hesitantly asked the pregnant woman who was now her guardian. “Of course I am.” Elizabeth replied swiftly, “And you’ll do well to comply or you’ll be joining your friends in jail.” Sam swallowed hard and nodded her head. She would have to go through this, it was her only choice and the only way she would avoid a criminal record. Elizabeth lifted Sam into her arms and started carrying her out of the nursery. Sam didn’t speak, she was still taking in where she was and what was happening. Sam was carried into the kitchen where she saw a highchair set up at the table. She winced as if the seat caused her physical pain but she was sat in it anyway. The tray came down and locked into place leaving Sam trapped in the seat with her legs swinging underneath her. She had rarely felt so humiliated but fitting in the baby chair so easily only seemed to reinforce her size and status. “How come you have all this ready?” Sam dared to ask when Elizabeth stepped away. Maybe the more she talked and proved herself an adult the easier she would find it. “Well, you’ve probably noticed I have a little one on the way.” Elizabeth said as she opened the fridge and started pulling food out, “I had set everything up to make sure I was ready. Not to mention the fostering I plan to do, you’re kind of like a test run for that.” Sam tried to pay attention to the answer she was getting but she could feel an urge growing in her bladder again. It was getting almost impossible to ignore and would soon become a major problem, Sam bit her lip as she tried to work out how to help herself best. “That’s interesting but… Can I ask you a question?” Sam asked bashfully, “It’s a bit embarrassing.” “Sure.” Elizabeth replied without turning around. She was apparently preparing some dinner for the pair of them. “I really need to pee and now that the policeman is gone maybe you could let me use the bathroom?” Sam asked quickly, “I’ll keep the diaper on and keep up the appearances but I don’t actually need to use these diapers… Right?” “Sam, I’ll keep this short… If you use anything except your diaper whilst here I will be straight on the phone to Officer Jones.” Elizabeth said, “If you need to pee then do so. I’ll change you before bedtime.” Sam was left feeling humiliated by both the question she had been forced to ask and the answer she was given. Any thoughts of arguments were removed by the threats to get thrown in jail. She had to swallow her pride and accept the current state of affairs for the time being. Dinner soon started producing lovely smells and despite the horrible predicament Sam started feeling her mouth watering. She shifted in her seat and heard the crinkle from below her dress, it was going to be a constant reminder of her place. It didn’t take long for Elizabeth to make dinner. Sam could see it was spaghetti carbonara and that was one of Sam’s favourite meals, she could hardly wait because at this point she needed something good to lift her flagging spirits. Whilst Sam was forced to sit and watch the cooking she also watched her guardian. Elizabeth seemed very adept at cooking, she moved easily around the kitchen and despite having several things on the go she never seemed rushed, it was very graceful. Despite this it was clear that Elizabeth was pregnant, a couple of times her enlarged tummy hit something causing loud clattering noises as things fell over. Sam was a little worried that she might end up overturning one of the cooking pans on herself but she was careful enough to avoid that problem. Sam examined her highchair as well. She tried pushing and pulling at various points to see if she covertly release herself but it was, rather frustratingly, built to resist little arms from affecting it. “Here we are…” Elizabeth started putting food into a dish but Sam quickly noticed a problem. There was only one plate. Elizabeth placed the steaming food in front of her seat next to the highchair and Sam looked at it with jealousy. The food looked amazing but she couldn’t understand why she wasn’t getting any, surely they couldn’t be planning to starve her. As she leaned slightly to try and see what Elizabeth was doing at the kitchen counter she felt a very sudden and sharp pain in her lower tummy. It was getting to the point that Sam was worried that holding on to her bladder muscles was causing her harm. “And dinner for Sam.” Elizabeth said as she walked over to the highchair and placed a steaming bowl in front of it. “What is it?” Sam asked with a barely hidden disgust. “That is carrot and pea baby food freshly warmed up on the stove.” Elizabeth said as she took her seat. Sam grimaced both from the physical pain in her bladder and the food she was being served, if she was honest she wasn’t sure which was worse. Sam noticed she didn’t have a spoon but looking to Elizabeth she realised the domineering woman was still holding it. “I’m not eating this. I can’t eat this.” Sam said as she turned her face away from the steaming bowl in disgust. “You can and you will.” Elizabeth replied sternly as she took her first taste of food, “You aren’t to go hungry and I’m sure it’s of equal or better quality to jail food.” Sam watched Elizabeth lean over and dip the spoon into the lumpy baby food. It was mostly brown but with green and orange lumps in it, it was hard to be enthused by such a meal and if Sam was honest it didn’t look unlike vomit. The spoon was raised up in front of Sam’s face. With the threat of jail still ringing in her ears Sam slowly and reluctantly opened her mouth. The spoon went in and was upended to pour the food over the small woman’s taste buds. Sam immediately scrunched up her face but swallowed anyway to clear her mouth of the food. It wasn’t long until another spoonful was lifted up and the process was repeated. Elizabeth took bites of her own food in between feeding Sam which meant dinner took a lot longer than it had to. When the bowl was finally halfway empty Sam could no longer stand the intense stabbing pains as her bladder begged to let go. Sam tried to relax her bladder muscle but she actually found it harder than she expected. She stared into the middle distance in front of her and tried to hold her breath, she felt desperate to let go now and she even started panicking as she worried that she couldn’t and that her bladder would explode. Just when Sam was starting to panic she felt a dribble into the thick baby padding between her legs. Her eyes grew wide as she felt the warmth against her body, her body automatically tensed up. As Sam was fed another spoonful of food she allowed herself to relax again and this time the dribble out of her body didn’t abate. Sam shuddered as she felt the diaper getting warmer around her, she could feel the wetness spreading and producing a lot more heat than she was expecting. Sam shuddered as she felt the stream stop. The heat kept creeping around and Sam had been so focused on the feelings in her diaper that she hadn’t noticed Elizabeth trying to feed her. “You’ll get used to it.” Elizabeth said with a smile. “Oh will I?” Sam said with sarcasm, “I’ll get used to it? How wonderful…” “You want to watch your tone…” Elizabeth said as she gathered more food on the spoon, “Don’t think I won’t punish you like a brat if you behave like one.” “Sorry…” Sam muttered quietly. The rest of the meal passed in silence. Sam ate as she was presented with food and was very distracted by the feeling of the wet diaper. She didn’t know how she had expected it to feel but it wasn’t like this, the heat didn’t seem to go away and it was almost comfortable. Sam opened and closed her mouth as she ate the food and she just couldn’t wait for this to be over. It was hard to believe she would have to do this for at least several days.

Chapter 10: "You.. you are the nurse?", Belle stuttered. "I think I'd be more comfortable with a female nurse if you don't mind.", Belle tried to make her desire clear without being rude. "Sure Belle, that is no problem. Nurse Beth will be available Monday morning if you'd like to come back then." Nick raised his eyebrows indicating he was waiting for her to answer. Belle was speechless and wondered if he was really serious. She considered the option for a few seconds and realized that wasn't a realistic option. A single afternoon in a soaked diaper was hell and there was no way she could wait a whole weekend. She slowly shook her head in defeat. "Good girl. Why don't you get undressed while I review Nurse Beth's notes." It wasn't a request. Belle slowly got undressed and tried to ignore the "good girl" remark. She didn't want to be exposed in front of this man. She didn't want him to change her very wet diaper. She didn't want any of this. She wanted to run out of there that very second. "OK Belle, I see see from Beth's notes here you can be a bit of handful. I don't want any trouble you from you ok?" "Handful? Just what does that mean?", Belle found herself defensively blurting out. "Belle, calm down, please." Belle resented this guy telling her to be calm, like she couldn't control herself. 'Typical Male Arrogance', she thought. "Yes Sir." She kept her mouth shut and finished taking off her clothes. She was now bare breasted in front of the this man in only her diaper. She tried not to think about it and laid back with her arms covering her chest. He successfully removed the diaper cover and Belle breathed of a sigh of relief as the clammy diaper loosened from her loins. The nurse began to cut the tapes on the diaper and Belle just closed her eyes as her privates were now on full display. This was now officially the most embarrassing moment of her life, replacing the events of this morning, which has replaced the previous days events. She felt Nurse Nick cleaning her down there and tried not to flinch at his touch. When he was done she felt the sensation of being clean again and it brought her a moment of comfort. "Ok Belle, we are done for now." "What? What do you mean we're done?", Belle asked. "It says here you have a gym time. So you need to get dressed for that. When you are done, I'll escort you back here and get you all diapered up." Belle had completely forgotten about working out. She had lost all interest at this point and decided she would just reschedule. "That's OK Nurse Nick, I really think I just want to go home now." "Belle, I'm sorry but gym time is a commodity and you scheduled it. Trying to back out now is very disrespectful to all those people who couldn't get in. So in other words, you are either going to work out now or forfeit any future gym visits. I'll also need to let Nurse Beth know about this and believe me, you don't want me to do that." Belle quickly changed her mind and Nick instructed her to get changed and follow him. Belle reached into her bag and pulled out her favorite little pair of running shorts, sports bra, cover up shirt and shoes. She quickly got dressed and as she took a few steps she realized it was the first time in 2 days she hadn't been in that damned diaper and it felt amazing. She knew not to get used to it though. She was led down the hallway and into a small but well equipped gym. "You have 1 hour.", she heard voice from behind her say. The door shut and she found the a treadmill and fired it up. In no time she found her self running at full stride and she increased the speed. The faster she ran, the more she forgot about her problems. She was running away from it all. She pushed herself harder than she ever had before. Sweat was dripping down her back, and hitting the belt of the treadmill below. Her legs were burning and she was breathing heavily. The hour passed quickly for her. She brought the treadmill to a stop and stepped off the back. When her feet hit the ground she fell to her knees and hands and she broke down into tears. Time was standing still in this moment and the last 2 days came pouring out of her. She didn't realize this had been building up inside of her and now it was exploding like a volcano. She wiped her eyes and nose. "Are you OK?" She looked up from the floor and saw Nurse Nick at the door. "Oh... oh yeah... yeah I'm ok. I'm just going through a lot right now, ya know?", she tried for some sympathy as she responded. "Are you able to compose yourself Miss Larson? I have a schedule to keep." 'God', Belle thought to herself. 'Is there a not a single person around here that has an ounce of compassion?' She briefly thought of Katy in the moment. "I'm coming, I'm coming." Belle said as she pulled herself up from the floor. She followed Nick back to the exam room and got on table. Nick wasted no time in securing her wrists to the table in preparation for her diaper change. As she was forced down she felt her sweaty back against the material of the table. The grossness of that was quickly replaced by Nicks fingers slipping into the waistband of her running shorts. For some reason, having Nick peal the shorts off her and down her legs seemed more humiliating than what was about to happen. Having someone else undress her made her feel small and powerless. Nick placed the sweaty shorts with Belle's other things and then began cleaning her mid section. For the next few minutes Belle felt violated as this man's hands worked between her legs, wiping her, cleaning her, touching her everywhere. She heard his voice, "Belle, I've cleaned your diaper area and applied lotion. You can take a shower to clean the rest of yourself off when you get home." Belle didn't say anything and just kept her eyes shut until what came next. "Now Belle, it says here in the notes you haven't done a #2 yet? What's up?" Belle was shocked that he would ask her that and though the Nick's attitude seemed force like he was trying to be cool around her. "Uhh I don't know, I guess I'm a little backed up right now. It happens sometimes and I'm probably just nervous to be honest. I think my body is sorta still in shock at all this. I'll be ok." "Hmmm. Ok, well let's hope we have some progress by tomorrow morning, OK?" Belle didn't know what he meant by that and couldn't believe she was having this conversation. She didn't know why she hadn't gone in a few days but could only figure the stress of all of this had her twisted up to no end. With the diaper securely fasted to her, Nick applied the diaper cover and sealed it on to her as expertly as Nurse Beth had. She took a deep breath as Nick locked it tightly around her hips. "There we go Belle. You are all done. You can finished getting dressed and you are free to go. And do try and remember what I said about going #2 OK? It will be much easier on you if you can go before tomorrow morning." She didn't have a chance to answer before he was out the door and she was left alone. She also wanted to get home, shower, crawl into bed and cry herself to sleep. After getting dressed she made it made it back to her car. She checked her messages; nothing new. She though she would at least have an email or Facebook notification from someone she knew but instead felt very alone. She dug out Katy's card from her purse and typed the number into her phone to start a text message. -- 'Hi Katy, it's Belle. Mind if I take you up on your offer to talk?' She contemplated the wording several times, making edits as to not sound like a weirdo. She hesitated briefly before finally hitting send.

@Lyra Big hugs and kisses to you and I commend you for saying that !! Being a bisexual sissy born male and very well endowed there are many men that have undressed me before sex and have just run out of the apartment. Many have just said plainly "you aren't sticking that thing in me". Even here I hate to say there are many people that refuse to talk to a sissy in chat. When I was growing up and going to high school and did gymnastics and changed in the locker room or in the showers many of the other guys would stare. I don't know why some men are intimidated by another mans penis or even a trans persons penis,, We are all human beings and all of us have feelings. I admit I may be a bit sensitive for being male and was taught as a teen that men dont cry and we are supposed to hide our feelings. I personally have never been on reddit and dont much care for any forum that censors our freedom of speech. It is sad that trans people on reddit actually put up with that and just dont leave or terminate their memberships. My wife and I are very much for sexual freedom and equal rights for everyone. We both love our diapers also and share our love with everyone here on Daily Diapers. I truly hope that people wake up and take notice at reddits foul treatment of trans people. Peace and love to you all.

Amellias good mood however did a big turn once both of them went inside the car and Luna said “Mel why did you punch her?” “she threw away this thing” Amellia said pointing at the Pacifier and Luna sighed inwardly. She had her suspicions before on the way Mel acted however this made it clear. Mel wherever she came from was someone who first hit someone and then asked questions. She made a Mental note to try to get the girl to correct that behavior however she had to clear up this confusion first. “mel we DO NOT punch people understand?” Amellia looked at Luna and wanted to answer the way she did whit Lisa but couldn’t. The finality in Lunas voice made it clear that this was not a question or request but a fact. Mell said “okay….i wont punch anyone.” Unless they punch me, she added mentally. Luna looked at the girl who did not seem to mind all this attention. The Mother started the car and drove off the parking lot and of to the nearby high school to pick up her second daughter. Lissa jumped into the car and immediately gave Mel a kiss before scooting over and allowing a Stranger to sit next to Amellia. The Magic user immediately became restless. She did not know this red-haired Giant and to top it all off it was close. Unconfutable close. She could deal whit the day care since she knew them but this Giant was new and unknown. Melissa seeing Amellia becoming restless just switched whit her friend and gave amellia her hand. The little girl immediately grabbed it and started to relax a bit. “Hey Mel this is Mandy she is my best friend” Melissa breached the subject after a while. “hi Mel” said the Red Head smiling while Mel just said “But he’s a Boy” confusion written all over her face. Immediately the car fell into silence and Mandy said “it’s okay. I mean she’s young so its cool” while still smiling. “no, its NOT” said Melssa and tried to explain to Amellia what Andy now Mandys situation was. Amellia just looked even more confused and said “seems like a Mental Illness”. This however she realized was extreme wrong as both Melissas and Luna seemingly became extremely angry and Luna apologized to Mandy who still had her bright smile on her lips however now it was slightly crooked. Amellia shrugged she did not understand how people could feel wrong in their own skin. If you wanted to be Male as female just go to a fifth circle mage and have it been done why go through such mental trouble and not do that? However midway through her thoughts she realized that magic didn’t exist in this world and she started feeling bad for Mandy. Born a boy but feeling like a girl and even though he…. SHE didn’t seem to care Amellia could tell she was hurt by her words. Amellia wanted to apologize really however what should she say? “sorry for telling you what your Biological gender? is” that wouldn’t work. So, she stayed silent till the car stopped and Mandy started saying goodbye. Amellia finally burst out “sorry for making you sad.” Mandy halted in the motion of going out and looked at Amellia “its fine little one. Were cool” she said smiling as brightly as ever. Melissa looked to Amellia whit a look of approval and once the car started, she asked “Did you understand what you did wrong?” and was shocked to get a “no I really don’t get it but if it’s what h…she wants then why should I destroy it for h-her?” Luna said “I mean that’s the best we can hope for apparently.” At least Amellia didn’t fight Mandy on that point and hopefully Mandy didn’t take it to heart. Luna could remember how some of the Neighbors had reacted once Mandy made it public. Pieces of Trash. The group of three arrived home and Amellia was shocked to get send into time out for punching Sindy and swore to herself to at least get a tooth next time. The day ended whit a tired Amellia who was brought to bed bye Luna. However, to Lunas shock at the night time feeding the girl after finishing the bottle began to suckle on Lunas breast trough her shirt. “oh my” said Luna smiling while getting rid of the fabric for the little girl. The little bonding time only took up five more minutes but Luna felt wonderful the next day. She did not lactate but it wouldn’t take long if Amellia wanted to continue and the way she acted half asleep did betray that she did want it.

Chapter Five - May 1, 2017 'Hey girllll . . . drinks tonite? Gotta celebrate our first long shift!' Natalie sighed. She wasn't a hermit. She liked people - really, she did. Not in a perfunctory way, either - she genuinely enjoyed her time with patients each week, she genuinely liked Tracy, and she genuinely wouldn't mind meeting some new people. But she also genuinely wanted to remain flopped on her couch in her gym shorts, ideally watching something on Netflix and recovering from a long day while enduring the embarrassment of her headgear in splendid isolation. Besides, drinking had always been a dangerous trigger for her - her bladder was skittish at the best of times, and introducing any kind of diuretic often served as the straw that broke the camel's back. She'd learned that the hard way when as a seventeen-year-old she and her friend Kayleigh had stolen a bottle of her dad's whiskey. The evening had ended with a drenched pair of jeans and frantic protestations to Kayleigh (who, to be fair, was in no position to remember much of anything) that this had never happened before. Ever since then, she'd been wary of drinking too much. She'd even worn Goodnites to several sorority mixers (and needed them more than she cared to admit). She had just lifted her finger to text Tracy with a polite refusal when another message flashed the screen. 'My friend Jamal will be there . . . he's cuuuute.' Well, one or two couldn't hurt, right? Twenty minutes later, Natalie had finished applying her makeup and getting dressed (sans Goodnite). She wore a cute, gauzy, baby-blue blouse and a pair of belted skinny jeans over a black thong. She'd never thought of herself as a particularly girly girl, but she had to admit that dressing up always felt nice. She'd spent so much time earlier in her life worrying about whether her Pampers were visible or making her butt poof out that she had to take full advantage of any pants/underwear combo that allowed her to show off her diaper-free behind. Admittedly, most twenty-three year olds weren't worried about advertising that they'd successfully completed potty training, but Natalie wasn't letting that bother her. It was a quick Uber ride to the bar, and Natalie hopped out to see Tracy sitting with two men on a busy patio under an umbrella. She recognized one of them as Tracy's boyfriend Brian, which meant the other must be Jamal. Tall, dark, and handsome, Natalie thought, Tracy knows how to pick 'em. "Hey, babe!" Tracy exclaimed, seeing her friend walk up, "we've been waiting for you." She put her arm around Brian and nodded at Jamal. "Someone is very excited to meet you." She laughed, and Natalie cast Jamal a shy glance. He smiled back and stuck out his hand, which she shook as demurely as possible. "There ya go," Tracy continued, "now why don't we get this party started?" Tracy's idea of a party seemed to involve a constant stream of vodka and cranberry juices. Natalie slow-played things initially by nursing her first drink for an hour, but after that her willpower started to fade. It's been forever, she thought, and you're an adult. You deserve to have a few drinks from time to time. And Jamal proved to be quite charming, enough so for her to ignore the alarm bells going off at the back of her mind. He worked in the city as an engineer; he'd played basketball in high school and still liked to play with his friends on weekends; he volunteered at an animal shelter (she'd practically begged him to steal her a puppy). They both liked Game of Thrones and '90s rock. They played a game of cornhole against Tracy and Brian, and despite Natalie not sinking a single beanbag they almost won. Four drinks in, however, the world started to spin a bit, and Tracy, noticing her friend's growing loopiness, decided enough was enough. "Whoa, there, tiny dancer," she said, as Natalie attempted a pirouette and landed in Jamal's lap, "it might be bedtime for those of us who weigh under a hundred pounds." Natalie just giggled, and Jamal laughed with her. Tracy, undeterred, signaled for the bill. "I'll catch you tomorrow, Bri - lemme get this one home." Brian nodded, and after Natalie and Jamal said their goodbyes (she gave him an appropriately-chaste peck on the cheek) the two nurses called an Uber. "Why don't you stay at my place tonight?" Tracy asked. "I'm a little worried about you making it upstairs to your apartment right now." The same alarm bells from before sounded dimly somewhere in Natalie's subconscious, but instead of objecting she simply turned to her friend and stuck out her tongue. "I'll take that as a yes." The inside of Tracy's apartment was an eclectic mix of design styles - there were orange chairs, a sleek black couch, and a frumpy king-size bed. Exhausted, Natalie pulled off her jeans and blouse and curled up under the covers in just her thong and an oversized t-shirt Tracy had tossed her. Standing, it went down to her knees - she figured it provided plenty of protection for her modesty. Within minutes, she was asleep. When she woke, it was still dark, and someone was poking her. "Babe . . . Nat . . . wake up, girl." She whimpered. Her head hurt. And as the fog of sleep began to lift she realized with horror that both her thong and the backside of Tracy's old t-shirt were thoroughly soaked.

It was around midnight when the urge to pee woke me up. I had forgotten about the diaper until I sat up...... and looking down at the diaper between my legs only made the urge stronger. So I hustled across the room in an effort to get to the toilet, however with the lights off, I tripped over the table. I tried to recover before hitting the floor, but landed on my hands and knees anyway. There on the floor, I once again flooded my diaper, and remained there until I was finished. With my diaper completely soaked, I moved back to the couch figuring I would deal with Abby and Cheryl in the morning. I couldn’t sleep though, the diaper’s bulk, and wetness was too much. I could not fall back to sleep in my current condition, so I thought I’d get rid of the diaper, and slip the pants I was wearing earlier back on. The pants however, were gone...... come to think about it, everything was gone. The extra blankets and pillows, even the diapers and all the supplies that go with them. Since I was not going to sleep, I decided to go for a walk around the house. I explored the kitchen, and the garage before I noticed a light turn on down the hall. It was coming from Cheryl’s room, so I figured now was as good a time as any to deal with my nurses. When I got to the room, I found the only light coming from Cheryl’s bathroom. It was what I saw there laying on the bed that made me rub my eyes, and look again. Abby laying on her side...... uncovered, in nothing but a t-shirt and a........ diaper. Well it was a pull-up, one of those women’s pull-ups you see commercials for on TV. It was lavender in color, and fit her butt perfectly. “ Leo. You’re up. Is everything alri....... ? “ Cheryl was at the bathroom door wearing only a shirt as well. “ Oh my.... you need a change don’t you ? “ Being a bit embarrassed, I whispered a response. “ Yes ma’am, I kind of do. “ Cheryl came to my side, and ushered me out of the room. We went across the hall into one of the spare bedrooms. She closed the door, and turned the light on. On the bed I saw the diapers, and everything needed to change them. There was also a towel that Cheryl unfolded, and spread out for me to lay down on. “ Well come on over Baby, we’ll get you cleaned up and back to bed in no time. “ I didn’t need to be told twice. After sitting down slowly, I laid back on the bed. When I looked up, it was for some reason, comforting to see Cheryl standing there. Between her smile, and the feeling I get that she genuinely cares about me...... Well I could’ve melted into the bed. She started by pushing my shirts up,to my chest again. Then she moved to the diaper. After giving the front a squeeze, Cheryl commented that it could take more but she’d change it anyway. She quickly popped the four tapes off one at a time. “ Oh my goodness ! There’s that smell again. You know the beer..... It really does have distinct smell when it comes out. “ Cheryl pulled the front of my diaper down, and slipped it out from under me after having me lift my hips. “ Let’s get rid of this stinky thing before we clean you up. “ While she rolled the diaper up, and taped it closed, I felt it a good time to thank her for her hospitality. “ Thank you Cheryl for being so understanding, and...... well I just want to say you could have reacted so many different ways today. I was under the impression you were I bit more conservative. “ Cheryl chuckled a little. “ Conservative ? Honey what gave you that idea ? “ Cheryl was half grinning at me, like she knew something I didn’t. “ Let me guess, Abby told you I was a strict rule follower. “ “ Well she didn’t say it like that. I believe she said you were a “ by the books nurse “ or something along those lines. I don’t remember her exact words. “ A feeling of guilt found its way into my gut. I felt like I was going to get caught in the middle of a sister dispute. Cheryl nodded her head in agreement. “ Okay.... that’s accurate. I am a very professional, “follow the rules” kind of nurse. However, I am not a nurse tonight. Tonight, am trying to make your awkward situation more comfortable......... and if at all possible, maybe a little fun. You did enjoy the last diaper change..... did you not ? “ “ I did..... very much, it was a different way to experience.... um well that... if you know what I mean. “ My blood started to flow towards a certain area after that last remark. So much so, that I began to think this change could go the same way. I believe Cheryl too sensed what I was thinking. She leaned over and rested a hand on my chest. “ Calm down sweetheart. We’re both too tired to be playing around. We’re just going to clean you up and get some sleep. Now go ahead and pull those legs up for me so I can get all this paste off your bottom. “ With a hand behind each of my knees, I pulled them into my chest. After using the wipes for a good minute, Cheryl once again announced they were not getting the job done, and left the room to get a washcloth. She was back quickly, only this time it was a cold washcloth. She could tell it startled me because as soon as it touched me I flinched. Cheryl laughed a bit, and apologized. “ I’m sorry Baby, I should have warned you. I could see something was getting a little bigger down here, (while she was shaking my relaxed penis in here hand) so I used an old hospital trick when dealing with an excited patient. “ With the washcloth, she had me clean in no time. There was a wipe here, a wipe there, she gently rolled my balls in her hand, then after a tug on my sleepy penis, she dried me off. Next thing I knew, the diaper was under me, and I was covered with a cloud of powder. Cheryl secured all the tapes, and I was ready for bed. Cheryl took my hands, and pulled me back into a sitting position. She stepped back looking at me with her head cocked to the side. “ Let’s get you something more comfortable to sleep in, then maybe I’ll sit with you till you fall asleep. How’s that sound ? “ Before turning away, she pulled the sweatshirt off, then the t-shirt and set them on the bed. With a tired smile I replied. “ That’d be nice. “ Cheryl went into the closet, and returned with a shirt that looked more like a dress. “ Put this on Baby. “ By the look on my face, she could see I really didn’t want to. “ Oh, why the long face ? “ I did not respond. “ This is just what we call a sleep shirt. Think of it as an oversized t-shirt. Trust me..... it’s very comfortable. “ I agreed to put it on, and reached out for it, but she guided it over my head before I could get it in my hands. Once over my head, I found the sleeves on my own. Cheryl helped me to my feet, then rolled the towel up around the washcloth, and carried them, the two shirts, and the wet diaper out of the room. “ Go ahead and put yourself into bed Leo, I’ll be right back. “ She came back with a glass of water and two pills that she called melatonin. “ Take these Honey, they’ll help you get a better nights sleep. “ I washed both pills down, finishing the glass of water, and handing it back to Cheryl. She put the glass on the bedside table, and sat next to me on the bed. When she started to run her fingers through my hair, I moved my head from the pillow, to resting it on her lap. “ Oh ! Okay. Are you alright Baby ? What’s on your mind ? “ My move must have caught her off guard. “ Something bothering you Leo ? “ “ No nothing’s bothering me. “ I rolled over to my back, ( head still on her lap ) so I could see her face. “ Well I did see something tonight that’s got me wondering. When I came upstairs earlier..... I guess looking for you, I saw Abby sleeping, and she was wearing.... “ Cheryl rolled her eyes. “ Ohhhh so you saw Abby’s pull-up. Now you know why she’s so sympathetic towards you and your issues. “ I was still confused. “ But earlier I saw her in a thong, which is the farthest thing from a diaper... or I’m sorry a pull-up. “ Cheryl then shared more than I imagine Abby would’ve liked her to. “ So you are right. She does wear thongs.... during the daytime. To bed she wears pull-ups, especially when she’s been drinking like she did tonight. And the part where she painted me to be the “ no fun “ sister...... Well that is her, she is the one who’s no fun. She’s been somewhat of a bedwetter most of her life, not a chronic bedwetter though. However, it does happen often enough that she wears those fancy looking depends every night. She usually wakes up when it happens, just not in time to stop it. She compensates for her lack of control at night, by being a control freak when she is awake. Which you have experienced first hand. “ I quickly agreed with her. “ No doubt about that. You can only imagine what she put me through at the Walgreens clinic. “ Cheryl nodded back at me with sympathy in her eyes. Then there was a silence for a few minutes. We just looked at each other. “ One more question, then I think a can probably fall asleep. “ Cheryl stopped moving her hand through my hair, but kept her smile fixed on me. “ Go ahead Sweetheart. “ “ I don’t know how to ask this politely, but I’m going to give it a shot. “ I nervously asked. “ How old are you two ? You don’t exactly look very close in age, but I can see the family resemblance...... so I believe you are sisters. I’m really sorry to ask. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. “ I was relieved to see her smile. Cheryl leaned her head back before answering. “ You are too much Baby. You probably think Abby looks like she could be my daughter. Am I right ? “ I nodded in agreement. “ Well Leo, I’d love to have you try and guess, but I won’t. I am 45, and Abby is 30. I was a surprise when our mom was pretty young, and Abby was the surprise that came later in our mother’s life. I think she read the look on my face as one of surprise, so I tried to save face, and told her that they were both older than they looked. She slipped herself out from under my head, and tucked me in. “ You really are too much. Get some rest so you can have a better day tomorrow...... or should I say later today ? “ The last thing I saw before closing my eyes..... Cheryl’s panty covered ass walking away. Panties that just happened to be forming an ever so slight wedgie. As she closed the door behind her, I thought to myself.......even though I’m stuck in diapers, things could be worse.

@Transfusionelle I understand that diapers are a big responsibility, and may be a burden to some, but in mine, yours and @Evelyn Dellcerro's cases, I believe i can say that we ALL accept our diapers and use them as we see fit. I have accepted that I need and use them, and I am not afraid to state that I accept it - for me, I think it was something that I was thinking I would eventually have to accept as I age, and because of You, and Eve and others here, I am NOT afraid to state that I LOVE it - I am hooked, and I am GREATFUL I would NOT go back - Diapers DO Rock!! Love You all!! Long Live the KING - @DailyDi Brian

This is one topic I really wish everyone here was mandated to answer, and to be truthful. Including incon and AB. Many people skip this important topic on their own profile, which is very sad in a way. Profiles help others know about each other and make getting to know each other so much easier. Playing guessing games and one million questions is not fair to many. I started wearing diapers because of my job. Being a bartender is not easy, but I love my job. We barely have time to think before we are serving someone else a drink, and if you do parties as I do, it is a lot harder on the bladder. taking breaks is not good because you lose tips this way. My first 3 nights working I asked 2 other bartenders their secret to staying on the floor so long without breaks. One pulled me to the side and whispered in my ear"diapers". So plain and so simple. The other merely lifted her skirt and showed me the cutest pair of pullups. In my head I was thinking "ewww", but the next night I was at Walgreens buying adult diapers. I am male but I dress as a female for my job and I can honestly say I don't like wearing mens clothes. As my diaper loving wife @Evelyn Dellcerrosaid to you "we have grown to love diapers and accept our way of life". Diapers may not be for everyone, but they are for me, and 23 years later I am still loving my diapers and loving them with my wife more and more. You were 17 and I was 20, so not much of a difference in age. Hey I don't knock AB and I have total empathy for those that must wear diapers. Diapers are a big responsibility @~Brian~ and burden for many to bare. I will keep loving my diapers and my diaper loving wife. I truly hope you are at peace with yourself and welcome to Daily Diapers and enjoy this site. I and my wife love it here and it is our second home.Peace to you and diapers rock !!

Chapter 2 Jeremy didn’t realize what had happened right away. Waking up in the early morning to the beep of the alarm clock, he stretched and yawned, considering pressing the ‘snooze’ button. There was a long day ahead of him, and surely five more minutes of rest wouldn’t hurt. Besides, it was so warm and cozy beneath the covers. Tossing onto his side, he felt it. Squish. He paused, sitting up. Another squish, and now that he’d realized it, he could smell the stale odor of urine. Lifting the covers, he looked down and confirmed his fear; he’d wet the bed. “Crap,” he whispered, tumbling out of bed and getting to his feet. “Crap, crap-” His boxers were soaked, along with the sheets and covers. Stripping off the wet underwear, he pulled away the bedding, examining the damage. It was an old mattress, with a couple existing stains, but the large wet spot from his night’s wetting stood out like a sore thumb. There’d be no hiding it, unless he could get it cleaned up fast. He took a deep breath, making a plan. They were responsible for their own laundry, so he could make this work. He’d just have to find the laundry room, dump the wet clothes, and start a load before anyone found out. Then he could figure out something to do about the stain. A problem presented itself. His thighs were still wet, glistening with sticky, half-dried pee. If he put anything on, those clothes would get dirty immediately, as surely as if he’d just peed in them directly. He’d need to rinse off in the shower, or risk needing to do even more laundry to hide his accident. Looking in the closet and dresser, he hoped to find a bathrobe, or a towel he could wrap around his waist, anything, but there was no such luck. He’d just have to go naked, and be fast. It was a flimsy bit of logic, but he was in a hurry to get this taken care of before the rest of the ranch woke up. He couldn’t hear anyone walking around, and his isolated room presented an advantage in that he had no direct neighbors. Just be quick, you’ll be okay, you just need to find the laundry room. … and then get to the showers, fast. Picking up the bundle of smelly, wet laundry, he wrinkled his nose and walked to the door, awkwardly pulling it open with one hand. Stepping into the hall, he looked around, trying to guess where the laundry room might be, cursing himself for not asking the night before. Nobody was out and about, so he had a little time, but he didn’t dare run around for long. He tried a couple doors at random, but that only showed him an empty office and a storage closet. Just guessing wasn’t going to do him any good. Think. The laundry room would probably be near the bathrooms, because otherwise they’d need separate plumbing. Those are down the hall, to the left, so… that must be where the laundry room is, too. Confident in his theory, he shuffled down the hall, using the bundle of wet laundry to hide his nakedness should anyone spot him in the open. The hallway to the left was open and clear. The bathrooms were all lined up, four of them, enough to provide for a house with a couple dozen people, though you’d have to be quick to shower if you wanted any hot water. He ignored that. He just needed the laundry room. Trying a door, he opened it, and his heart leapt. Washers and dryers, three sets, were lined up on the wall. He stepped inside, pushed the door shut with his foot, then froze. In his haste, he hadn’t checked the whole room before coming in. Off to the side, measuring soap into a cap, stood Karen. She looked up at his entrance, and blinked once. He wasn’t sure what was more mortifying. The soggy, yellowed bedding, or the fact that he was naked behind it. Face burning with embarrassment, he racked his brain for an excuse, and explanation, anything- “You didn’t mention you had a bedwetting problem, Jerry,” Karen said, simply. Stepping over, she took some of the laundry out his arms, moving it into an open washer. That was it. She didn’t even giggle. “I don’t,” Jeremy protested, holding the remaining bedsheet over his crotch to try and preserve a little modesty. “You wet the bed on purpose, then?” Karen raised an eyebrow, looking at him. “No, I mean-” His blush suffused his face. “It hasn’t been a problem before. I don’t know what happened.” “Sometimes, a new environment, stress, it can cause issues like that,” Karen suggested simply. Looking at the remaining sheet, she added, “That needs to be washed too, you know.” “Um, yeah, but…” he trailed off. “I’m not…” “What?” Karen asked. “You’re not dressed?” “Yeah…” “Well, if that was something that bothered you, you should have done something about it,” Karen pointed out. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” “Erm… but…” he stammered, before buckling and tossing the sheet in the washer. She poured her cap of soap in, started the wash, and faced him again. “Well, until we know it’s not going to be a recurring issue, we’ll just have to do something about it. Billy’s driving in to town today, I’ll have him pick up some pull-ups for you.” Looking down at his waist, she asked, “What size are you? Small?” He knew she wasn’t talking about that size, but he covered himself and looked away anyways. “Erm… A thirty inch waist?” “Alright.” Putting the cap back on the soap, she said, “I’ve got some work to get to, unless you need something else?” She already knows, Jeremy considered. “Erm… stain remover? For my mattress?” “In the storage closet, top shelf. It’s for removing stains left by pets, but I’m sure it’ll work for your accidents, too,” Karen said. Wrinkling her nose, she added, “Maybe take a shower, first.” “R-right,” he said. Turning, he stepped out the door, running across the hallway to get into an open bathroom. After showering, he was relieved to find a towel in the bathroom, so he could walk back to his room without being completely naked. The stain remover was right where Karen had told him, and after spraying the mattress down and dabbing it all up, it didn’t seem so bad. It was just a freak accident. Nothing to be concerned with. He could put the whole incident behind him. Dressing in appropriate work clothes and boots, he felt ready to face the day. Breakfast was flapjacks, again prepared by Billy’s skilled hands. They were stacked up by the time Jeremy got to the kitchen, free for the taking. He took a couple on a plate, drenched them with syrup, and took a seat with the other new hands. One of the girls giggled, Jeremy couldn’t remember her name. Kimmy? Carey? “What’s funny?” he asked, feeling automatically defensive. She shook her head. “Nothing.” He felt a bit of discomfort form in the pit of his stomach. They know. How do they know? “Erm… how did you all sleep?” he asked, trying to change the subject. “Pretty good. You?” Ned asked. “Eh, so so.” The conversation moved on. Nobody said anything, not explicitly, and Jeremy sighed in relief. Either he was being paranoid, or they just weren’t going to say anything. Morning chores came. He was tasked with sweeping out the barn and getting hay in the troughs for the horses, scooping out manure to keep their stalls clean. The barn was full of the earthy smell that came along with livestock, the not-quite-unpleasant odors that were identical across a thousand ranches, and before too long, Jeremy had picked up those smells too, soaking into his clothes as he worked. While he did his job, all the others all went off on their own work, maintaining the ranch, overseeing various duties that could be done with minimal experience and a can-do attitude. He wasn’t quite sure what everyone was up to, but he knew they were all working towards the betterment of the ranch. It took a couple hours, and it was hard work, but Jeremy didn’t mind. It was the price he paid for the chance to stay here, after all, and he liked being useful. He was part of the team, all working towards a common goal. His hands were starting to get a little sore from gripping shovels, brooms, and pitchforks by the time he got everything wrapped up and neat. Based on the clock on the wall, he’d finished just in time - he’d have a chance to run back to the ranch house, get some water, wash up his face and hands, and most importantly use the bathroom before riding lessons. Turning, he hung up his tools and started walking back- RING! RING! The bell outside the barn rang, signalling that it was time for riding lessons. Jeremy swore, half jogging to get outside, looking to see that a group was already forming inside the pen. Pursing his lips, he ran over, taking in the rest of the group. Everyone else looked clean and collected, meaning he was the only one with dirt and sweat marking his face and clothes. Karen glanced at him, but didn’t comment besides saying, “Alright, well, with Jerry here that’s everyone. Are we all ready to get started?” Jeremy shifted his weight from foot to foot, feeling awkward. He had to pee, but he didn’t want to cause a fuss two lessons in a row. It could wait. “I’m alright,” he said, doing the math on how long he could hold it. I should be alright for a couple hours. “Okay, then. Well, let’s start by reviewing what we went over yesterday…” The lesson started much the same as yesterday’s. There was a bit of review, and then Karen brought out the horses. The hands were broken up into two groups of six, taking turns riding the six available horses. Jeremy got paired up with Kimmy who, having more farm experience than most of them, let him take the first turn. As he got up on the horse, legs spreading wide so he could sit in the saddle, he felt the pressure in his bladder redouble. That made up his mind; after his turn was over and Kimmy was riding, he’d run back to the ranch house and use the potty. Er… the bathroom. He frowned, uncertain. “Everything alright, hon?” Kimmy asked. “Oh, yeah, just… distracted,” Jeremy said, leading his horse in a tight circle. Making conversation, he asked, “So you grew up on a farm?” “Growing corn and soybean,” Kimmy replied. “Plus an apple orchard. We’re actually neighbors, and the cattle here come over to graze on our cover crops. I’ve known Karen since I was a little girl.” “So why’d you need to join on as a hand?” Jeremy asked. “Didn’t need to, I wanted to.” Kimmy shrugged. “It’s out of the house, but still close to home. Does that make sense?” “Yeah, it does.” Jeremy squirmed in the saddle. Just say something and go. It’s not a big deal. Despite the thought, he felt too awkward to bring it up. Following Karen’s guidelines and taking tips from Kimmy, he rode the horse up and down the yard, practicing keeping his balance with a little more speed, learning to give guidance and steer. And, all the while, the pressure in his bladder was growing at an uncomfortable rate. Finally, time came for them to switch, and Karen approached him and Kimmy. “How are you two doing?” “He’s really learning a lot,” Kimmy said. “I thought, since I’ve done all this before, he could just take a second turn if that’s alright with you.” “I don’t mind. Jerry, you want to keep learning, right?” “I…” Jeremy squirmed, but he couldn’t bring himself to just say ‘I need to pee’. “Yeah, sure. That’s fine.” “Well alright, then! Carry on.” Raising her voice, she called, “Everyone else, switch! And if you need to take a bathroom break, now’s the time.” Crap, Jeremy fumed, as he returned to his riding practice. There wasn’t much else for him to do, at that point. If he changed his story now, saying he had to pee when he’d been fine just a moment before, he’d look particularly silly. His only choice was to hold it until the next switch. That had to be fine. He was an adult who had mastered his potty training after all, even if his uncomfortable squirming implied otherwise. Ten minutes later, though, he’d given up on the idea of waiting until the next switch. He was struggling mightily, legs trembling a little with the strain of preventing an accident. Turning his horse, he rode over to Karen to explain. “Everything looks good with your form,” she said immediately, as he trotted up and stopped. “You might be holding your legs a little tense, but your posture is good. Has Kimmy been giving you any tips?” “I- yeah, a couple,” he started to say. “Look, I-” “I saw your gallop across the yard. Trigger’s an old boy, he doesn’t usually go that fast. He must like you quite a bit,” Karen said. “Do you feel like you’re getting along with him?” “Who? Oh, you mean-” Jeremy looked down at the horse he was sitting upon. “Yeah. He seems nice. I need-” “Just a moment.” Karen whistled with her fingers, getting the attention of the yard. “Everyone, gather round!” “Why-” “Since you’re doing so well, I’d like you to give a little demonstration,” Karen explained. “Just ride in a little circle, so everyone can see your posture.” “But-” “Unless you feel like you’re not doing a good enough job?” She interrupted, eyeing him. By that point, the others were gathered round, watching him carefully. Jeremy squirmed, trying to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t sound ridiculous. He couldn’t. Blushing, he said, “Um, I need to pee-” Just then, his body decided that it’d had enough. The pressure simply vanished, bladder giving way as he flooded his tan breeches. The light fabric turned dark and yellowed, the stain spreading out from his crotch while his face turned pink, letting out a little ‘meep’ sound when he realized he’d lost control. Nobody said anything, except to giggle as the hot urine ran down his legs, dripped off the saddle, and dampened the dirt beneath his horse. There was no playing it off, no pretending that he wasn’t simply peeing his pants in front of everyone. Finally the stream stopped. Kimmy was one of the hands laughing, a few more were looking away and rubbing at their necks, politely pretending not to notice. Karen was the first one to speak up, breaking the silence. “Well, you certainly don’t need to pee any more, do you now, Jerry?” Blush turning to a darker red, Jeremy shook his head. “So, give us a little ride around, show your posture, and then you can go wash off that saddle and change your pants. Okay?” He looked at the dirt, humiliation making it hard for him to argue. “... okay.” If you like my writing and want to support me, please consider subscribing to my Patreon. 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Each day my wife gives me quiet time 2x a day. During this time their is not talking. The process starts with a diaper change. Then a paci is inserted into my mouth for the next hour. During that time no talking. Sometime it turns into a nap time. Some other times I'm given a baby bottle instead of a paci . Others have any similar times.

I took a risk on a Wish order, and I know that sometimes it goes great, and sometimes it goes entirely pear shaped. With a bit of luck and guess work, I got what I ordered AND it fit! That said, if you're any taller or wider than I am, you're going to have issues. What I ordered off Wish, a Foxy pair over shortalls (the first picture, straight from Wish). What did I get? A Foxy pair of shortalls. Now why do I mention the above warning- I'm a 5ft small, with equally small proportions. DD, 24 in waist, 36 in hips. These overalls are a Large (so I can fit a diaper under them) but everywhere else I size myself as a medium (with padding). I can't imagine them fitting anyone of standard adult sizes! Good luck, and happy hunting through Wish (should you use it).

Hello! Here we are for a brand new story! ❤️ I would first love to thank my lovely patrons! (Lachlan C., Guilend, LB, James S.,Littelegoartist, babyjamie, Mike D., luap1123, Little Saiyan, KMC, Adam S., Jukebox, David, Jeff, Ryan, Wayne F., Danny V., Ryan, Mike S., Matthew, Daniel) Also, a little update! Starting next week, I'm cutting my hours back from work so I'm going to have so much free time! I have some great plans for my patreon (I already have almost 2 stories finished and some drawings!) my audio books and some podcast will be coming out soon as well! I appreciate any and every support! Red Queen / Mamabug is creating ABDL stories/podcasts | Patreon Enjoy the story! (You can find the next 2 chapters on my Patreon page as always ) Chapter One The sun shone brightly through the curtains as Michelle rolled over, groaning in her sleep, not wanting to get up. She opened her eyes to notice her husband, Jason, looking right at her. “Good morning, beautiful.” He said that as he let out a small yawn and a stretch, the blanket fell off his body, revealing that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. “Good morning,” she mumbled, still trying to wake up, “can I go back to sleep?” “You have to wake up,” he said in a playful tone as he wrapped his arms around her and brought her close to him, kissing her nose lovingly. “You’re always so horny in the morning,” she said in a straight voice, but laughed and kissed his lips. “I can’t help it. You look so damn sexy,” Jason said as he pushed her blonde hair out of her face and looked into her green eyes. She laughed and pushed him away. “you’re right; I can’t stay in bed all day. I have a lot to do.” “Oh, come on,” he said, “come back in bed, we have time. It’s not like – “ His words were cut off by another voice that was in the room. Michelle sighed as she looked at the baby monitor on her bedside table. The noises were coming from there. “I have to go; the baby is awake,” Michelle told him with a soft smile, but before she got out of bed, she kissed her husband gently on the lips. “Ugh, fine,” he said, though she could tell by his voice that he wasn’t genuinely annoyed, “you get the baby up and ready, and I’ll make us some breakfast.” “That sounds lovely,” she said as she got up and headed out of the room, but not before grabbing her robe and tying it around her body. The baby’s room was about two doors down from theirs, which she liked just if he heard anything that a baby shouldn’t be hearing. She got to the door and slowly opened it up. “Good morning, sweetie.” She smiled brightly towards the crib, which sat a 20 something-year-old man, in nothing but a t-shirt with a train on it and a thick diaper. “Morning, Mommy.” He said with a giggle as he wiggled about, but he didn’t try to get up. “Did you sleep well,” she said as she walked over to him and pinched him on the cheek before her hand slipped to his diaper and pressed down, “It looks like someone has a wet diaper that needs to be changed, huh?” He nodded his head, holding up his hand, indicating that he wanted help out of the crib. “Okay, little one, let’s get you out,” Michelle said as she pulled down the crib rails and helped him step out of the crib and climb onto the large changing table on the opposite side of the room. His nursery was quite large; there was a large toybox beneath the window that had the name ‘Daniel” written across it. “Daddy is making us some breakfast!” She cooed at him as she pulled his shirt up to make sure it didn’t get wet, “and mommy has a fun-filled day for her little boy!” He squirmed but didn’t say anything as she began to untapped his diaper and pull it down, revealing his tiny and baby-like penis, which was completely hairless. She grabbed a few wipes, gently going over his private parts, using her free hand to hold up his legs as she did so. Once she was satisfied, she pulled out one of his diapers, which had little dinosaurs on it, and placed it beneath his bottom. She grabbed some powder and poured a generous amount before she taped up his diaper snuggly against him. “There we go to a nice and clean diaper!” Michelle remarked as she grabbed a fresh, clean onesie from his dresser. This one was black but had colorful blocks on the front. She helped him into the onesie, snapping it on the crotch. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the cheek. “There you go, baby, before we get some breakfast, mommy will let you have some milk,” she said as she kissed him back, helping him down from the changing table. There was a large rocking chair in the nursery, though it was a lot wider, almost like a bench. It could easily hold two adults. She sat down upon it, letting him curl up in her lap, as she pulled up her t-shirt and bra, revealing one of her breasts. He nuzzled closer to her, wrapping his mouth around her nipples, and began to suckle. She rocked them back and forth, patting his diapered bottom as he continued to drink. “There you go, little boy,” she hummed, enjoying the feeling of him feeding off of her. After a few minutes, she had him switch sides. When he was finished, she jokingly patted his back. “Time for breakfast!” She said as she poked him on the nose. In the kitchen, her husband was waiting for them, having made pancakes. “They smell delicious!” Michelle said she helped Daniel into his highchair by the table that had enough seats to fit about six people. Jason placed a plate of cut-up pancakes with syrup and a kid’s fork onto his tray. “Oh, wait!” Michelle said. “You need to take your medicine!” She rushed to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle, plopping two bills in her hand before grabbing a bottle and filling it with juice. “Here, take this,” she said as she handed him the pills, he wasn’t hesitant to take them, sipping on his bottle for a moment before he dug into his breakfast. Jason wrapped his arms around Michelle, kissing her cheek. “Hmmm, I wish you would have stayed in bed a bit longer.” “Shh,” Michelle said, “we have little ears around.” “Oh, he is fine,” Jason said as he looked over at little Danny as he was happily eating his pancakes, not paying attention to what the two of them are doing, “though sadly I have to leave for work.” “There you go,” she said with a smile, “I told you things were going to change when we decided to adopt.” “I know,” he said as he patted the young boy on the head, “and I wouldn’t change it for the world.” “Good,” Michelle said with a broad smile, “oh, I forgot to mention that Eliza and Rick are coming over later on this evening for a playdate.” “That is fine with me,” Jason said, “should I pick up some wine on the way home from work?” “That would be lovely,” Michelle said as she grabbed a wet napkin and patted Danny’s face, “I know Danny loves to spend time with their little girl, Annie.” “They are cute together,” Jason admitted with a nod of his head, “well I need to be going now, you be good for your mommy.” “Yes, daddy.” He said meekly, grabbing another bite of food and plopping it in his mouth. “Have a good day, dear,” Michelle said, kissing her husband on the cheek, “I love you.” “I love you too,” he said as he headed to the door, and Michelle turned around to look at her little boy sitting in the chair. In their world, it makes complete sense to see a grown man sitting in a high chair with a big thick diaper on. When a child hits 18 years old, they are given a choice. They can live as adults, go to work, get married, and do whatever they want. However, if they wish to relive their childhood and never grow up, they can be adopted by parents who don’t want to have biological children and live like that. Certain things have to take place, though; they have to take a pill that affects their hormones. It helps men’s penises become smaller, and they don’t grow hair any longer, their skin is a lot smoother, they look a bit younger. They still have an adult brain, but they certainly don’t act like it anymore. Michelle and Jason adopted Daniel, aka Danny, a few years ago. Although technically Danny was 21 years old and Michelle and Jason were 26, they were the parents. They had legal guardianship over him. He couldn’t do anything without their permission. “I love you, Danny,” Michelle said as she kissed the top of his head. “I love you too, mommy.” He said with a large grin.

For quite awhile it seems that Babykins was not selling rubber sheetin I inquired by email today and was told that they are I have yet to buy any but that will be done by the end of the week You can get at it be going to the searchbar and typing in "rubber sheet" Here are the stats on it "Premium medical grade 13 gauge 54" wide rubber sheeting made in the USA. Available in 1 and 3 yard pieces. Same rubber as our white rubber pants." I amputting this in Scoop the Poop as I intend to do the revuew in Products for RUBBERR PANTIES'R'US

Gump (had to go there)

Hopefully Daphne can relax a bit. Pacing while being pissed off can be stressful.

@RNWWTBDAPP I think, that you should do what you think is right for your situation. We all know how hard Doctors, Nurses, Orderles, and other medical professionals work, and for that I salute you for what you do every day to help the weak or the sick or infirm/elderly. You have a job that requires you to be on the move, and sometimes, the poor nursing staff DON'T GET potty breaks: so, they may decide to wear a diaper to deal with that, and change in a staff/doctors lounge. I would not worry about it, and if you have a supervisor that questions you, you could always tell him why, but I doubt that would lead to losing your job, because Nurses are like ANGELS to those who need help, and they give of themselves to make sure you're comfortable - YOU need to be comfortable too, and who knows, you may find people at work that share your situation, but as been stated, they may want to keep the wearing of "protection" to themselves. You always will have friends here - It may take time to get to know them, but they are here, for support and guidance and I am glad they are Good Luck! Brian

It’s possible your co-worker is wearing a diaper but would rather keep wearing a diaper to her self I think maybe you should start wearing a diaper to work: A bulge and a funny walk is a small price to pay to stay safe during these COVID times: I don’t know if COVID can be acquired from toilet seats but is it worth the risk? Also you could try some more discreet pull ups. If anyone like your boss asks, you can just tell them because of COVID and your ASD you feel more comfortable and can concentrate on your job better having a diaper on. As far as people to share it with, you have people here on Daily Diapers

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Not bad at all Elle !! Sweetie remember you look great no matter what make up you have on and you are always rockin' fashion. You have something that many people want. You have inner beauty ! And you rock them megas !!

With how Emmy is settling in, I hope that they get to adopt her. The mom has the experience, the supplies, and understanding. I didn't find that chapter bad at all. I think less cheerful would be understanding more of what Emmy is referring to by robots, belly button, and whatever happened to her before the accident. Not every chapter has to be cheerful and it lets us appreciate the cheerful ones. On page 2 of your Tricked by Family story. I like both really, as they are different directions and circumstances, although the same type of theme.

[Note: This chapter isn't quite as 'chearful' as some. Let me know what you think ] Chapter 12: Emmy’s Scary Secret Emmy woke up from a nap crying, and mommy quickly fed her a bottle, but she barely settled down, and kept crying. “Robot hurt me!” Emmy kept repeating. This confused mommy, as her nightmare was more intense than she expected. Mommy held her firmly for a while before she settled enough to get her diaper checked and changed. When Emmy was sent to stay with us, mommy had a call with her doctor and social worker. They said her nightmares can be pretty intense, as the aftermath of her getting injured was very scary for her. The thing is most of the time, Emmy doesn’t remember the nightmares, she just feels upset and tired afterwards. “Emmy, did you want me to do anything special to make you feel comfy?” Mommy asked. “Umm… I had a bad bad dream… didn’t I?” Emmy asked, frightened. “Yes, but don’t be scared. You are safe here.” Mommy comforted her. Emmy continued to cry, so mommy wrapped her in a tight blanket, something she does for us girls, when we don’t settle down, or throw a tantrum. Mommy reached for her phone, probably to message Lisa. She appeared in the room moments later. Lisa seemed irritated by the interruption, but realized Emmy was scared and upset. “Can you prepare Emmy’s meds, Please?” Mommy asked of Lisa, while holding Emmy tightly. Lisa doesn’t like preparing injections, but I didn’t know why. Did she get injections from mommy when she was little? She didn’t like to talk about things like that. Lisa doesn’t like being the babysitter either, but she doesn’t mind when mommy buys stuff for her. “Mommy, Did Aimee get scary doctor stuff done to her belly button?” Emmy asked, teary and calling her mommy for the first time that I noticed. “No. She’s had surgery on her tummy, but not through her belly button” Mom explained, confused by the question. Emmy was crying heavily again, but didn’t say what was bothering her. A lot of foster kids take time to be able to tell mommy why they are upset. Lisa also prepared some more bottles, and held Aimee fed her a bottle. Mommy fed Emmy her bottle. Aimee’s secret conversations: Aimee sometimes lets me chat with her using the messenger app on her tablet, or join in on conversations with others. Kelly and Lisa can use messenger on her tablets or phones, but Aimee usually uses the voice synthesizer to talk with them. A large part of the reason Aimee doesn’t talk with Kelly much is Kelly making jokes about her sending messages to mommy, when she messes her diaper. Aimee doesn’t like to tell mommy when she needs changing. On the other hand, I’ll message mommy when I need my night diaper changed, As it’s less embarrassing, especially when we have guests. Emily and Aimee were having a discussion, and Emily mentioned that a lot of her nightmares were related to the car crash, but she got hurt before, and it’s very scary and confusing for her. Aimee said she’s always been like this, and wants the baby treatment. Kelly returns for a change: I guess Kelly woke up, and came in with mommy, and straight onto the changing table. Mommy went out and came back with warm milk in bottles, and added meds for us. Kelly was handed a bottle, and drank it with little fussing, while mommy got organized to change her. Mommy would diaper Kelly and I for bed, or change our wet diapers in our rooms, but for messy diapers, or if she wants to give us our babygirl treatment, she does it in Aimee’s room. With Kelly laying on the changing table, mommy removed her diaper, and started cleaning her little girl parts, before rolling her over. Another temp check and suppository for her, and then more cleaning of her girl parts. Kelly cried during changing, and it seemed like she was still uncomfortable and sore in her pee pee area. Mommy expertly and thickly diapered her, washed her hands and used a medication syringe to give her extra meds. Mommy held Kelly for a few minutes, before carrying her back to her room. Kelly also had another bottle to finish in her room. If she is anything like me, if I get sore in my pee pee area, I either want to be fussy for cuddles, or sleepy and comfy. Getting ready for more cuddles: After a while, still laying down in my room, I was slowly drinking the bottles that mommy placed next to my bed. I didn’t feel like doing homework so I just lay in my bed using my tablet. Surprisingly, Mommy brought Emmy into my room and placed her on the spare bed. I usually keep my teddy bears and dolls on the spare bed. I got up and handed one of my bears to Emmy. I named her Bella, she is a polar bear. Emmy seemed to like her and gave Bella a big hug. Before leaving, mommy noticed my bear still had a thin white disposable diaper on, and looked over at the diapers in my closet. “Sammy, Emmy, Do you think Bella needs a proper diaper?” mommy asked, and we both nodded, with a smile. Mommy grabbed a thick purple diaper, that was a little small for Kelly and I, from my closet. I could see Emmy noticed my play doctor kit in my closet and pointed at it. “Mommy, Can Bella get her shots?” Emmy asked, with a confused toddler look on her face. I grabbed my kit from the closet. “What shots does Bella need? You can give them to her if you like” I asked in response. “Her sleepy bear needs a shot in her bottom, and another one so her tummy doesn’t hurt” Emmy replied, and gave Bella her the two shots using my play syringes, then diapered her with the purple diaper. Now that she was changed, Emmy cuddled her while we both watched cartoons on my tablet. I think Emmy spent a long time in hospital, and doesn’t get scared when she has to get shots. I find being in hospital is scary, and shots always make me cry. I wet my diaper again, while still thinking about my bear getting her shots. Uncomfy me: After checking on Aimee and Kelly, mommy came back in, and checked both our diapers. Emmy went back into Aimee’s room, with mommy carrying her, and I followed. My soaked and messy diaper made me walk like a toddler. Mommy seemed to think it was cute, especially with a paci in my mouth. Mommy prepared some more bottles, and trays with some supplies, like a catheter kit, suppositories, and more for us. Basically babygirl treatment time. I was lifted up onto the changing table, and a little teary. Emmy looked on. “Mommy… Me get scary babygirl treatment?” I asked, accepting that I wasn’t quite used all the babying from mommy. “Lets get you out of that messy diaper first” Mommy replied as she started removing the diaper. I knew I had a rash, which made me squirm and fuss as mommy wiped my girl parts. After getting my bottom cleaned, I wasn’t surprised that I got my temp taken, and a suppository. After that, changed gloves and cleaned my pee pee spot. “Mommy… will I get pee pee tube in me? they hurt lots!” I cried. “No babygirl, the catheter is for Emmy. Does your pee pee parts hurt?” Mommy asked. I cried and shook my head. “Close your eyes babygirl” Mommy said, softly. I felt a little sting in my leg soon after, and then felt sleepy but more comfy. Mommy poked me with a swab in my pee pee spot, but it didn’t feel as bad as I expected. I guess the shot worked. More rash cream and a thick diaper, and I was ready for cuddles. Mommy picked me up and put me on the couch, and I was cuddled and fed another bottle to help me calm down. Changing Emmy: When mommy placed her on the changing table, she didn’t seem fussy as she had her diaper removed. After getting her cleaned up, Mommy put something in her bottom, a cotton thing larger than a suppository. A new set of gloves, and carefully cleaning her pee pee area, she had a catheter put in. This catheter stayed in, and mommy attached a bag like they do in hospital. Mommy swabbed around her little girl parts, for reasons I didn’t understand. Emmy didn’t care about any of this, and kept still. Another shot in her bottom, and mommy put a changing pad under her, and cuddled her. “Mommy, What did Emmy need done to make her cuddly?” I asked. “Oh, she has a couple of sore spots in her little girl parts. It’s different because she can’t feel sore down there. I’m going to let her get some air so she doesn’t get a bad rash” Mommy explained, then placed her in her crib, without a diaper. Emmy was quite sleepy and seemed comfy, but a little sad. “Sammy, It’s okay… I a cuddly babygirl. You good babygirl too!” Emmy said. Aimee heard her and just smiled. I stayed on the couch and we watched cartoons together. I don’t think Mommy knew how long Emmy would stay with us.

Some ABDL groups on fetlife have private parties where you can do things like that. Or there are cons (I don't think messing your diaper is allowed though) like TeddyCon. I think there are/ were a few others in previous years but I can't recall their names.

I was 17 when I became a nappy lover it all started when I went to bed for the night before I went to sleep out of nowhere I got this strong feeling what it would be like to wear a nappy again I thought I was being crazy and just then put it out of my mind the next night it happened again I tryed to fight this feeling after a few weeks I gave in I went on ebay and bought 2 samples of tena super nappies the old type ones when they came in the post I couldn't wait for bed time when it was time to go to bed I put my first tena nappy on it felt so good but at the same I felt a bit weird for liking it but it didn't stop me after sleeping in my first nappy I enjoyed it that much am still wearing a nappy to bed right up to this day.I felt alone for years thinking it was just me that liked wearing nappies again at the age of 23 I was on youtube watching documentaries and I came across a girl who lives her life like a baby she was talking about her life and what AB/DL is thats the first time I knew about AB/DL after researching online I came across a site called tumblr it is male and females that wears nappies and enjoy it putting up photos of themselves having fun. I knew then I wasn't the only one who likes wearing nappies again from there on I was more comfortable with myself last week I took the next step of joining a AB/DL forum all of yous on this site welcome me with open arms and thank you for being good to me? well thats my story how I became a DL. Feel free to post your own story how it all started for you.

I went to a "party" many years ago. There were maybe 8 of us, 3 who had removed pants and were just in their diapers and shirts (I being one of them). Just all in one small dark room sitting around talking for maybe 3 hours. There were some snacks that we all brought, but not what I would have really called an AB/DL party. It was interesting and I'm glad I went, but my thought is, "Been there, done that, no need to do it again". Now, if there was an actual party with more people, a larger place, activities and such, it might be different. In my area of the country I was even surprised there were as many DL's as there were! Not at all like the AB/DL parties I've read about in the forums that people have gone to.

Here is the next chapter xx The following 2 chapters are on my Patreon page and tomorrow I'll be posting a special Patreon exclusive story there! Red Queen / Mamabug is creating ABDL stories/podcasts | Patreon Chapter Two Once Danny was done with his food, Michelle cleaned him up and told him they were going to the mall today. She helped him out of his high-chair and led him into the car, where there was a large car seat in the back for him. She buckled him in tightly before placing a sippy cup in the cupholder for him and gave him a small bear for him to hold. “There we go,” she said, “nice and safe! Now let’s hit the road! If you’re a good boy, mommy may buy you some ice cream!” “Yay!” He said as he clutched tightly to his bear as she closed the van door and made her way towards the mall. The mall was about a ten-minute drive from their house, and it also had a little indoor playground area that Michelle liked to take Danny about once a week. It was nice to get out of the house a bit. Once they arrived at the mall, she pulled out a large stroller from the trunk and opened the van to let Danny out. She set him in the stroller, buckling him up before handing him his bear and sticking a pacifier in his mouth. “Let’s go!” She said! Thankfully, the stroller was partly electric, so it helped push him into the store, and she didn’t have to work so hard. She wasn’t the strongest out there. They walked into the mall, it wasn’t the largest, but it was a decent size. Since it was the weekday, it wasn’t super busy, but they passed a few other mommy’s with their littles on the way to a few stores. Michelle went to a few clothes stores, just looking around. She didn’t buy much; she did pick up a few new shirts for herself, though, before going to the Little’s Store, which had everything littles needed, and picked up a few new onesies for Danny. “How is your diaper holding up, little one?” She asked him as she stopped to order a drink. He wiggled around but didn’t say anything. She reached down to touch his crotch before sniffing. It was wet. “Uh oh, someone needs a change!” She said with a giggle before turning back to order her drink, before placing it in the cupholder. “Let’s go change your diaper!” She said, as she soon found a changing room. Inside was a large room, divided into three private sections. Each one had a large changing table, with a chair in the corner, a vending machine for items one may need (like extra diapers, powder, or wipes), and a trash can. Michelle unbuckled him from the stroller and helped him on the changing table. There was no one else in here besides them at that point. “After this, we will go to the Little’s Playground,” Michelle said as she unsnapped his onesie an pulled it up, revealing the diaper where she could see the blue line that stretched down the diaper, so there was no way to hide the fact he wet his diaper. She pulled it down and wiped him up before placing a clean diaper beneath his bottom. “There we go,” she said. “Thank you, mommy.” He said, still holding onto his bear. Once he was all cleaned up, she placed him back in his chair, threw away the diaper, and washed her hands. “Now, let’s go to the playground,” Michelle said as she pushed him out of the changing room. The Little’s Playground was at the end of the mall. Inside of it, there was an array of things for littles to do. There was a table for coloring or finger painting, large blocks, a bounce house, books, and many other toys. There was an area for the grown-ups to hang out while the little’s play. “Hey, Michelle!” Someone called out, waving her hand.“Hey, Danny.” “Hey Marie,” Michelle said with a grin, happy to see her friend there, “where is little Zach?” “He’s over there?” Michelle said as she pointed to a little boy who was playing with large blocks. He was wearing a blue shirt with shorts, but the shorts didn’t cover his thick diaper very well. “Aw, your friend is here, Danny!” Michelle said as she began to unbuckle him, letting him free, “go have fun and be good!” Danny shuffled out of his stroller and began to walk over to where Zach was. The two friends gave each other a quick hug before playing on the mat with the blocks. “How are you doing?” Michelle turned to ask Marie, who was currently fixing her hair, holding the hair tie in her mouth as she used her free hands to pull the hair back in a bun. “Not much,” Marie said, talking through the hair tie, “oh, though, Jeffrey did get a new job.” “Oh, really? That is fantastic!” “Yes, it is!” Marie said, “though I also plan to start working pretty soon as well.” “Oh?: “Yes, I don’t really need to work, but we are trying to buy a bigger place.” “Are you going to be sending Zach to a daycare then?” Michelle asked, peering over at the young boys every once in a while to make sure they were okay. “Yes,” Marie said with a sigh, crossing her arms, “I don’t want to, but I found a good place that has great recommendations.” “I’m sure he’ll be okay,” Michelle said with a bright smile, “he is a good little boy.” Marie smiled back at her, “thank you. What about you? Still planning on staying home.” “As long as I’m able to,” Michelle said, “I’m glad that Jason, as a well-paying job that I have that option.” “Very true,” Marie said with a nod of her head, “Oh, did you hear about Elizabeth?” Michelle looked at her and nodded her head. Elizabeth was another female from their friend group. They all went to high school together. “Yes, I did. It’s so sad. I don’t know what I can do for her.” “I know,” Marie whispered, “it doesn’t happen very often, does it – when a little wants to grow up?” Indeed, there had only been a handful of times when little’s decided they didn’t want this lifestyle. They were able to stop taking the hormones (although whatever happens is permanent), and they’re able to go to the ‘other side’ and live a whole different life. Elizabeth’s young little, Penny, decided about a month ago she didn’t want to be a little anymore. Poor Elizabeth is heartbroken over it. “She only needs time,” Michelle said. “We should visit her after a while, but let’s give her space for now.” The two women didn’t say much after that. Michelle watched Danny as he went from playing with the blocks to going on the bounce house. She couldn’t imagine how she would feel if he decided to leave. She tried not to think about it, but sometimes it caused her a great deal of sadness when topics like this came up. Her heart hurt for her friend, Elizabeth, who was so sweet and caring. “Oh, look at the time,” Michelle said as she looked down at her watch, “it’s getting late. We need to get going. It was lovely seeing you, Marie. We need to catch up one night for dinner.” “I agree,” Marie smiled. “Danny,” Michelle called her little boy, “It’s time to go, baby.” Danny looked up at her with a sad face but didn’t move. “Danny,” Michelle warned, her voice lowering, “come here now.” He turned away from her, ignoring her words altogether. Michelle felt her face grow warm with anger as she walked over to him and pulled at his arm. “Daniel Matthews,” she said, speaking his name in his ear, “you are in big trouble. You come now, or your punishment will be worst.” He opened his mouth, letting out a small squeak as he was pulled away by his mommy. Zach waved at him before turning to play with someone else. Michelle put him in the stroller and led him out of the playground and out of the mall. Michelle didn’t say a word the entire way home; once they got home, she unbuckled him from the car seat and brought him inside. “Come with me,” she said as she led him to the couch, sitting down before patting her lap. He knew what she wanted. Danny climbed over her lap, letting his bottom be high in the air. Michelle raised a hand and spanked him hard, four times; he let out a small whimper every time. “Next time I call you,” she told him, “you obey. You understand?” “Yes, mommy,” he whimpered, “I’m sorry.” She patted his cheek, “go play in your room; I’m going to get some lunch started for us.” “Okay,” he said as he waddled into his room as Michelle got up, with a deep sigh, and headed to the kitchen, trying to get rid of those nasty thoughts that loomed in her mind.

I’m curious about the new XL version. Looking forward to trying them out.

I cannot wait to try them! I fit in to the L/XL for girls at the moment and love to wear them as often as possible (including in place of underwear while working as they don't take more than one wetting before bursting). I hope the XL will give just a touch more wriggle room. I'm going to be getting a sample pack via their website to see if it's a good change or a bad one.

Got a Tigger Kirigumi today. It was my wife's idea, it's also my first 'little' item, so that's makes me happy.

That is interesting, @curiouslittle1. Thanks for sharing. The current L/XL Goodnites are rated to 125 lbs+, so that suggests that they're creating a larger size, rated to 140 lbs +, rather than just filling in a gap between M and L/XL. I used to wear the L/XL size from time to time before I went over to real diapers, and we still have some in stock for our daughter. I can fit into them - barely, and with an eventual tear occurring - and I'm in the 190 lbs range, so a larger size would probably be serviceable for a lot of people who would traditionally be considered beyond the Goodnites target audience. I have always found them to be better constructed than most supermarket-grade adult pullups, and their look is much more appealing as well. That said, other than for fun, they wouldn't be of much use for me from a capacity perspective. I might get a morning out of them. Size 7 Huggies would be cool, but not of much more use to most of us than the size 6, I suspect. I could only use them as stuffers, but I know there are a few lucky people here who can actually still fit into size 7 diapers - they do stretch amazingly, at least Pampers do. I'd love it if they came out with size 8 in either Huggies, Cuties or Pampers Cruisers, as that could be an alternative to the Goodnites for our daughter. I'd probably need a "size 10" for myself, although God knows, if they made them, I would buy them - I've always been partial to Pampers, since I grew up in them.

Titi I love you so much !! You introduced me to diapers at the age of 14. I am very proud to say I was inducted into a loving family of diaper lovers ! My 2 loving aunts and uncle which I owe my life to. @Stephen dl my friend enjoy your stay here and please feel free to message me in any way you like. Being raised by a diaper loving family I can boast and say it is a life worth living. I introduced my boyfriend to diapers only 6 months ago and he now is a diaper lover and very dear to me. Be honest with yourself and love the life you have chosen. Welcome to Daily Diapers ! This place has opened my eyes and my mind to the trials and tribulations many here must face everyday. Peace my friend and enjoy ! Titi @TransfusionelleI can't leave you out of this. I love you so much. You introduced me to a world of beauty beyond belief. I learned about womens clothing and how to do many things. My first make up lesson and so on.@Stephen dl You are in the loving hands of true diaper lovers. Hugs again and welcome !

I love wearing pajamas on weekends for my wife with matching diapers, and driving her wild. She for some reason loves the baby blue color on me and wastes no time undressing me. Spicing up our weekends is something we live for. I have such a collection of pajamas I love wearing for her, and she too loves wearing lingerie for me looking great in a pink diaper for me.

Great chapter !!

trickle charger for the win! Thanks for the advice. Just started the car for the first time since Christmas and it kicked on just fine.

Diane retired several years ago. She gave all her regular customers a years notice. It broke my heart. She made the best quality diapers I have every had. Over the years I purchased over 100 diapers from her. She always made very thick diapers and to ones specs. She was hard to replace, but I found a lady and conveniced her to make diapers and plastic pants for me. Then I had her making some cute adult baby clothes. I talked her into starting a business. It's call Sweet Baby Designs by Helen. A wonder lady who will make anything you want, and is a Great Seamstress. If your looking for custom diapers, pants and clothes she's the one to contact.

Thanks for the story/chapter, hope its not a one shot story either.

Chapter IV: Bath Time After dinner came bath time. Daddy led Janey into the bathroom and started the water running. He then undressed her, leaving her seated on the toilet lid naked but for the diaper on her butt and the binky in her mouth. Next, he added a bubble bath he knew Janey enjoyed and set an oversized rubber ducky and a couple of little boat toys bobbing about in the bubbles. He removed her moderately wet diaper, rolled it up, and set it on the floor by the door to be discarded later. Satisfied with his preparations and the level of the water, he shut it off. He then guided her into the tub and sat her down. “Just think,” said Daddy, sporting his naughty boy smile. “One day soon there might be two babies in this tub. Who knows what mischief they might get up to.” Janey giggled behind her binky, titillated by the thought as she splashed her toys around. What would it really be like to play with another boy baby? Even more titillating was the question of what it would be like to enjoy another man’s dingy (her favorite baby-talk term for “penis”), big baby or not, with Daddy looking on? Maybe even participating? Even so soon after their dirty diaper change/ lovemaking session earlier that evening, she felt her body responding to these thoughts. It brought a smile; Daddy was right, she was a greedy little girl! By and by Daddy began his ritual of cleaning her, starting with brushing out and shampooing her hair. They had tried Johnson’s Baby Shampoo in the past, but had both decided something more adult was better for leaving her hair in its best condition. They did have the advantage of Janey’s babyishness being feigned, so that when he asked her to close her eyes she actually did it. Happy that her hair was clean, he rinsed it off with the shower wand. He had her keep her eyes closed while he momentarily removed her pacifier, washing her face and ears with a soft soapy washcloth. Afterwards he rinsed that too with the wand, leaving her free to reclaim her binky and open her eyes for the remainder of her bath. With the same soft soapy washcloth, Daddy began working his way down her body. This never failed to arouse him, though whether he did anything about it depended on his mood. Janey was a beautiful woman by even the most adult of standards, and as his attentions reached her breasts he marveled as he always did how, though modest in size like the rest of her, they were so beautifully shaped and proportioned. Also as always, it was a challenge to pull his focus away from them so that he could move on to cleaning her tummy, her arms, and her back. He managed to do a thorough job nonetheless, but not without the side effect of a reborn erection. Even with the intensity of their earlier encounter on the changing table, the night’s revelations combined with Janey’s ever-present physical charms got the better of Daddy. Quickly he removed his shirt and trousers (Daddy never wore underwear), and stepped into the bath behind her. Seeing this move as well as his manhood standing so very proud, Janey squealed with glee from behind the pacifier. “Daddy, you read my mind,” was her unspoken thought, and she leaned forward onto all fours. He kneeled down in the water behind her, and pressed his inflamed cock to the entrance of her very excited pussy. Without further warning, Daddy pushed himself inside her, prompting a binky-gagged gasp from Janey. Being careful to avoid banging her head into the metal tub spout so very near to it, he proceeded to work himself in and out, taking his time and delving deeply. A passing thought amid the growing tingling reminded Janey that Daddy (David, as she had first known him) tended in general to be more of a slow and steady lover than other men she had known, also more thorough and attentive to her needs. He could get excited sometimes, and that was fun, but he tended to be less rough and tumble than some. Tom had been the other sort, and the contrast she had experienced going from him to Daddy and back had been one of the many mind-blowing aspects of that adventure. She had been with other lovers, both before she met Daddy and during their time together, and most had been rougher and more urgent; a caveman’s club when compared to Daddy’s subtle rapier. She had found with experience that she liked it both ways, variety truly was the spice of life, and she couldn’t help wondering what sort of lover Danny would be…if she ever got there with him… These were not new thoughts for her of course, save the part about Danny, and they passed through her mind in a brief instant while Daddy’s marvelous “dingy” worked its magic within her. She was a little sore from the evening’s previous round of lovemaking, but that too was nothing new to her and did nothing to prevent her from building to another truly amazing climax. Amid her binky-gagged moans, she could feel Daddy’s thrusts gradually increasing in speed and intensity. Wanting to feel his orgasm in all its glory, she began to subtly thrust her backside back at him while at the same time gently squeezing his member inside of her. She found her own energies building once more to meet his, a delicious orgasmic flurry overtaking her just before his own passions overtook him. She had always loved that moment when a man grabbed her tight and pushed his cock in deep to pump his cum inside of her. It was one thing that was universal to all men in the throes of passion, instinctual she knew, and she was just free enough of her own climax’s thunder and lightning to fully enjoy Daddy’s special moment. What would it be to enjoy that moment with another man’s cock, and another man’s semen, and have Daddy watching and cheering her on? For a few moments they both remained still in the water, sated and panting. Almost too soon it was time for Daddy to disentangle himself. He stiffly stood up, and, grabbing the shower wand again, he hosed off his legs and his naughty parts, stepping out of the bath. Toweling off his wet parts, he pulled his pants and shirt back on before retrieving the washcloth and continuing her bath. Having gotten her all sweaty, he started over with washing her body, having her stand up so that he could do her diaper area and her legs. Early in the history of their “playing baby” together, even before it was a full-time living situation for them, Daddy had established certain rules. The first was “When in diapers, do what the diapered do.” This meant no using the toilet for anything unless there was some good reason. The second was “what happens in your diaper stays in your diaper until Daddy changes you.” So no self-changes were allowed. The third, the one relevant to that particular moment, went “When not in a diaper but still a baby, you’re still a baby.” This third rule in mind and having just had her bladder squeezed during the course of being ravaged by Daddy, she relaxed in a certain special way. Her pee started to flow, dribbling down her legs into the bath water around her feet. Daddy, who at that moment was in the process of washing those legs, laughed playfully at his silly little girl. She giggled back. He placed his other hand into her warm stream and played with it until she was done, splashing it all over her. Janey knew that at other times, this would have turned him on quite nicely, but at this moment it was just the rule and she had to go. In truth, it was also another naughty little pleasure for her, doubly so because Daddy now had to wash her legs again. The shower wand was taken up one last time, after which he toweled her off and led her naked back into their “baby room.” He sat her on the changing table once more while he gathered the diapering supplies, again lovingly powdering her bottom before taping the fresh diaper snugly around her. He then produced a footed flannel sleeper from the dresser, the pink one with little fairies and butterflies embroidered on it and helped her into it. Returning to the bathroom, Daddy assisted Janey in brushing her teeth, after which he gave her a clean binky, this one with a tether that he attached to the collar of her sleeper. Finally, he guided her to their bedroom, and tucked her in with her special bedtime bear before retreating to the kitchen to take care of the dinner mess. A few moments later he returned with a bottle filled with juice, handed it to her, and kissed her forehead. “I love you sweetheart,” he said, adding with a naughty grin, ”Sweet dreams…” “Sweet dreams, indeed!” thought Janey after he had left to finish cleaning up the kitchen. As her drowsiness gradually took her toward dreamland, the questions and possibilities surrounding Danny whirled about in her mind. What they wanted to try with him would be tricky business to be sure, especially knowing nothing of Danny’s thoughts and feelings on such matters, but from their end she and Daddy were fairly certain they could handle it. What Danny could handle only time would tell. Janey was pretty sure at least part of Danny’s reaction to their brief interaction had been attraction, but again this was by no means certain. All she could do was to try, and she would see him Thursday. Only two days away but that seemed a long time. As her eyelids grew progressively heavier, she kept picturing Danny with his leaky diaper that night at class and thinking, with a mix of excitement and trepidation, “Come on, Thursday!”

:lol: They reached the table where "Mommy" and "Daddy" were seated with bags of fast food hamburgers out. There was an oversized high chair beside it, and Samantha Erica into it. "Daddy" eyed Erica's extra thick diaper as she did. He said something in another language, and Samantha responded. He nodded. So, he asked about her extra thick diapers', she explained, and he accepted the explanation. That meant Erica would be stuck in the pointlessly thick padding for each car ride. She rolled her eyes, thankfully going unnoticed. "Daddy" reached into a separate bag and took out a large plastic container and a spoon, which he handed to Samantha. Samantha put it in front of Erica and opened it to revealed a large pile of yellow mush. Erica looked at it coldly. The adult-babyfood they gave her wasn't bad, in fact it sometimes tasted good and had a variety of different, if not very strong, flavors, but watching them eat from the restaurant while she got bland mush was always annoying. She sighed, put an elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand, then waited. Samantha took the first spoonful and brought it toward her lips. Sometimes Erica deliberately 'bratted' in these scenarios to earn different mild punishments, but now she wanted as little attention as possible. She opened her mouth, took it in and swallowed. It was just as she expected- mildly sweet but with a bland, weak flavor, not bad but boring. She craved a bit of the hamburgers her adopted parents were eating and felt her stomach grumble at the smell, only to be disappointed again by more bland mush. At least it was "perfectly nutritionally balanced" she told herself. The meal passed quickly as Erica swallowed without a fuss, and Samantha went back to eat. Erica sucked watched in boredom as they all finished their meals and chatted. After a few minutes, "Daddy" got up out of his chair. Erica looked at him, wondering what he was doing. He walked over to her and undid the table of her high chair. Her stomach flipped and she began to panic. What was he doing? Was he mad at her messing? He couldn't be, it was her role after all... could he? Was this to be yet another public humiliation? A spanking? Her eyes began to water again. He reached down and lifted her up. She squealed as he swung her and cradled her in both arms, smiling down at her. He rocked her gently, and she smiled and cuddled in close to his chest while one of his hands gently patted her bottom. "Ok," she thought. "This is alright." He carried her to his chair and sat down, cradling her in his lap. He got a bottle and put it in her mouth. It was chocolate milk, and she drank greedily. "There there," he said, bouncing her lightly on his lap. "I know you had a rough day, but you are a very good baby. No one blames you for being messy, ok?" She nodded and kept drinking. "I just want to make sure my babies nice and happy. Do I have a happy baby in my lap?" She giggled and nodded, and he kissed her forehead. "Good," he said. "You do whatever you need in your diapers, ignore the teasing, and daddy's lap will be waiting to make sure you're good and comfy after, ok?" Erica smiled and cuddled in. This was more like it, more of what she hoped when she entered the roll. Perhaps she'd have to mess herself in the car more often. She closed her eyes, grunted, and farted into her diaper. They all laughed and he patted her bottom again, then rocked her. This was DEFINITLY more like it.

What else happened was I went outside in the maid outfit and pulled out just a few large weeds and heard a giggle and thoughts went through my mind. I turned around to look and there was a female leaning on her arms of the top of the fence, obviously on a six foot ladder for I have an eight foot privacy fence as do most and no two story house here. She asked if I would like some like company for a chat? I thought better to get this straight now and said yes. In minutes they were at my front door, man and wife and they came in and took off coats and were both diapered. We talked a lot and they wanted to take photos of each other me with my camera and they with their camera and no exchange photos. I thought ok and we shot several of photoes of each other, More to come I hope, I think.

Still going at it, even if it's taking a quite a while. I wanted this chapter to hopefully convey on the struggles of the mental regression that the main character is going through. Anyhow, happy new years and I hope that most of the dialogue is decent enough. Thanks again for your patience! Chapter 16 “Wakey wakey you two! It's bath time...Oh my! Isn't this just precious!” Jade stated as she entered the nursery, only to witness her adopted daughter holding tightly onto Sean, as they slept soundly together. Sean was the first to move a little bit as Jade turned the lights on. He was not pleased with the sudden change in brightness in the room. “Ugh...Mom, just give me a few more minutes, Jesus!” Sean was starting to wake up but in a very groggy mindset. It was for only a moment, but Sean believed that he back in his home with his original family. Sean then felt both of his hands touching something soft and warm which alerted him to slowly open his eyes. He knew that he was touching a body that wasn't his own. “Sorry Sean, I'm not your mommy, but I don't mind acting like one for a short time.” Jade chuckled to herself as she started to lower the crib railings. “Huh...What the?!” Sean soon realized that the soft and warm thing that he was holding was none other than Rebecca's body. Seeing her face right next to his was enough to jolt himself fully awake. He tried to sit up but Rebecca's firm hold, kept him right beside her. Sean noticed that she was still very much, asleep. The overwhelming smell of baby powder in the room caused Sean recollect on what occurred earlier on in the day, which helped the monetary confusion that he had. “Oh...That's right...I'm in this dimension...” Sean said silently to himself as he was forced to stare at Rebecca's face while continuing to lay down on his side. Sean could feel her breathe touch his face after each time she exhaled. It was a far cry from what he normally dealt with when waking up. Sean then noticed Rebecca licking her lips as she started to wake up herself. Her eyes began to twitch shortly after. Sean was slightly worried that she would immediately freak out after seeing his face so close to hers. “Hehe, you have a funny expression, Sean.” Rebecca said as casually opened her eyes to stare at her male counterpart. Sean was relieved that she didn't react negatively to being so close to him. She acted as if this was just a common occurrence. In fact, she looked rather pleased based on her expression. As she kept her firm hold onto Sean's waist. Her eyesight would not deviate from his. “I'm so relieved that you two have gotten along so well. If I had my camera, I would be taking pictures at this moment.” Jade said as she looked down at the two portal littles laying in the crib. Sean started to blush as he realized that he and Rebecca were only wearing a pair of diapers and nothing else. He still kept himself composed, not wanting to bring any negative attention. “Mommy, can't we have a few more minutes together!” Rebecca whined as she increased her grip onto Sean's body and placed her forehead onto his. Sean could feel his heart beating even faster than before. It didn't help that he was slightly aroused by Rebecca's appearance and confidence. Sean still wasn't sure if she saw him as something more than a simple playmate but he decided to remain quiet as he was in a very unusual predicament and didn't know how to properly respond. “Sorry Rebecca, even with our special guest, I won't break routine. Bath time always comes after nap nap time, you know better!” Jade said as she went to inspect and pick the two of them up with her hands. Rebecca whined as she slowly released her hold on his body. Sean could easily see that Jade had no trouble holding him with her left hand. The difference in strength between amazonian and little was no joke. “What time is it?” Sean glanced through a window and noticed that the sky looked rather dark, which made him believe that he slept even longer than he could have possibly imagined. “It's going on seven. It's a really chilly night. Thankfully we are inside where it's all warm and cozy wozy.” Jade replied as she rubbed her nose with Sean's while carrying the two of them into her bathroom. Sean kept his head down as he blushed several shades of red. Jade silently smiled after seeing Sean's embarrassed response. “Not fair, I want rubsies too!” Rebecca said as she complained and pouted while in her mothers right arm. “Don't worry, I saved one, especially for you!” Jade then rubbed her nose with her daughters. Rebecca squealed in delight over the affection she was being given. Sean was noticeably perplexed by how such odd physical intimacy could be scene as normal. While he loved his family, it only got as far as a common hug or fist bump. He could never see himself rubbing his nose with his mother or sister. “I've already got the bathtub all set for you two. I even added foamy bubbles and water toys as well, so you can play for a bit before din-din.” Jade then lowered the two so they were standing on their feet in the bathroom. “Wait, I've been asleep for over five hours?! Zoe should have already shown up by now!” Sean asked as he started to worry about his partner's well-being. “It's all right. I received a call from her a couple hours ago. Your partner told me that she would be a little late when picking you up. Apparently she had some unexpected family business to attend too. She will be here within the next hour or two.” Jade then started the process of ripping the tapes from her daughters diaper. Rebecca kept her attention on Sean before she decided to speak up. “Won't Sean be able to stay for din-din?” Rebecca looked disappointed as if she already knew the answer. Sean turned his attention away from Rebecca as she stood on her feet in her birthday suit. “Most likely, he will not be able too. He's got his job to think about. But I'm confident that I can arrange another play-date between you two in the near future!” After removing Rebecca's diaper, Jade picked her up by the waist and gently placed the girl into the foamy warm bathwater. “I would prefer that he stay over for the night.” Rebecca pouted as the warm water covered her body up to her neck. Jade then focused her attention onto Sean whom seemed to be rather distracted with his thoughts. “I hope Zoe is alright. I'm sure it's nothing serious...But still.” Sean was unaware that Jade was already crouched onto her knees as she started to undo the tapes to his diaper. “Looks like wittle Seanie may have had another accident based on how poofy his diapy has become.” Jade smiled as she removed the soiled diaper underneath him. Sean only started to pay attention as he could feel a sudden cold drift from his privates. “What did you say!? I had another accident?” Sean was beside himself as he put his hands on his manhood. The smell of stale urine was more than enough proof that he wet himself during his nap. Jade could see the look of disbelief on Sean's face and wanted to say something to help ease his burden. “Don't worry too about it. That's exactly what bath time is for! Though, you may require thicker diapers, given how much you unloaded on this one.” Jade then threw the very soiled diaper into a trash bin in the corner of the bathroom. Sean was still in dismay that he unknowingly wet himself for a second time in one day. It was a trend that was starting to worry him. As Sean was about to say something, Jade picked him up by his waist an then lowered him into the bathtub, right next to Rebecca. Sean let out a loud sigh, as the warm water found it's way from his toes, all the way to his neck. Jade was relieved that the water was doing it's job and helping Sean relax somewhat. “I've got a few calls to make, so I'll leave you two alone for a while. So don't misbehave or your tushies will pay the price!” Jade said as she kissed Rebecca on the forehead and then did the same to Sean which caught him by surprise. “We will be good, mommy! Rebecca said as she waved her hands to her adopted amazonian parent. Jade soon exited the bathroom, leaving the two portal littles to fend for themselves. Rebecca smirked to herself as she slowly lowered her head into the water, preparing to do something mischievous to her new friend. “Why does this water feel so damn good? Does it have something to do with the bubbles?” Sean kept his eyes closed as he embraced the moment and decided to put any lingering issues on hold. It would do him no good at this moment to worry about things that were outside his control. Sean then looked over the toys that were floating in the water. Some of them caught his curiosity. “I don't think I ever played with toys while having a bath when I was younger. I definitely know my sister did. She would take forever to finish up, it was so annoying.” Sean grabbed a rubber shark and began to wonder what her sister was doing at this very moment. Obviously she wasn't being bathed and diapered by a woman that was over ten feet tall. He was glad that she was not partaking in this type of lifestyle. “This bathtub is even bigger than the one at Trisha's...This is basically a small pool...Unbelievable, I really should...”Sean's train of thought was interrupted as Rebecca jumped out of the water, right in front of him. “Roar! I'm a mighty sharky! I'm going to eat you! ROAR!” Rebecca held her hands out in front of her chest, while her mouth was wide open and her teeth were in full view. Sean was caught off guard for a moment but his reaction wasn't what Rebecca expected as he looked rather calm and collective. “Sharks don't go roar...That is something that Lions do.” Sean said with a straight face. “In that case I'm a Lion Sharky! And if you want to live, I demand that you play with me!” Rebecca grabbed a rubber duck that was floating in the water and then placed it onto Sean's head. “Can't we just chill?” Sean asked as he kept his eyesight away from Rebecca's body. Seeing her exposed breasts were not helping him relax in any sort of way. He then took off the rubber duck from his head and placed it back into the bath water with the other floating toys. “Never! And If you refuse, I'll bear hug you and nom on your ear until you agree!” Rebecca stated in a playful tone before slowly swimming closer to Sean. “OKAY OKAY! You win! I'll play your game!” Sean only decided to comply since he wasn't entirely comfortable with having Rebecca holding him while he was butt naked, even in the bathtub. “YAY! I'm the winner! Rebecca kept jumping up and down, happy that she got her way. Sean couldn't believe that someone so mature looking would be acting so juvenile. He had to keep reminding himself that he was in the world of the amazonians. He couldn't simply just walk back to his house. “Let's play monster pirates! I'll be the pirates and you will be the monsters of the sea. How does that sound?” Rebecca asked as she gathered all the bath toys around her. “I guess so.” Sean didn't look all that interested but he thought it was better than nothing. “If that doesn't seem fun enough, I could always let you play with my boobies!” Rebecca smirked as she squeezed her breasts together. Sean immediately submerged his head underwater after hearing her suggestion. A few seconds later, his face went above the water, only to see Rebecca playfully laughing to herself. “That's not funny! I thought you were going to stop teasing me. Sean felt ashamed for awkward he was behaving. Rebecca apparently had no shame She seemed to have fully embraced her childish nature. Sean started to wonder if he was unknowingly growing accustomed to this way of living as the days went by. “Sorry about that. I just couldn't help it, given your funny reactions.” Rebecca stated as she patted Sean on his head. Sean didn't know if he could look at Rebecca as nothing more than a adult. Her mature body was obviously a distraction for him though he did a decent job of not showing it. Rebeeca then handed Sean some of the monster looking bath toys while she kept the human ones for herself. For the next minute, Sean watched silently as Rebecca played with her pirate toys. She kept making noises with her mouth as she was creating a story with her imagination. He was actually impressed by was he was seeing. In a way, he felt envious of the fun she was having. “I guess...I'll join in...” Sean blushed as Rebecca looked over and smiled back at his response. Secretly, Sean always enjoyed using his imagination when it came to playing with toys. He stopped doing so as he reached high school, feeling that this type of hobby was beneath him. “The pirates and monsters have been enemies for over a century and the final battle is about to take place! The Kraken is the king of the monsters and you control it's fate, along with it's underlings! You can take a few minutes to prepare your soldiers and then we can narrate the story together as we fight it out, with our toys!” Rebecca said as she pointed out to the large squid toy that was near him. Sean grabbed the rubber toy and decided to get emotionally invested and try to make the most of it. “Okay minions. We have a fought long and hard, but now is the promised moment. Where we can finally destroy the nasty invading pirates once and for all. I trust that you will all fight for my sake. I am the king of all monsters, the mighty Kraken! Do you understand!?” Sean splashed some water on the other toy monsters as he held the Kraken with his left hand. Rebecca couldn't help but smile as she watched as Sean was finally immersing himself. But she knew that losing was not a option, even if it was all for fun. The two portal littles continued to play together for the next fifteen minutes as they created a imaginary war between the pirates and the sea monsters. Sean used his mouth to make some special effect like sounds as he attacked some of the pirates that were not in Rebecca's hand. He was making good use of the vast space within the bathtub Sean started to think back, when he was playing with Abby in her crib and how much fun he was having. It was obviously overshadowed since the next day he woke up came to the realization that he wet himself for the first time in years. Since then, it's been a ongoing struggle to stay dry. Sean splashed some water on his face as he wanted to keep his entire attention on the pretend war in front of him. “HAHA, You are finished Kraken. All of your underlings have been destroyed! You are the only one left!” Rebecca was using a deep tone in her voice as she held the captain of the pirates in her right hand. “Not yet! I'm the king of the sea! I shall use my trump card and finish you despicable pirates, once and for all!” Sean then lifted the Kraken toy out of the water and up into the air. “What is this? A flying sea monster!?” Rebecca held the pirate captain close to her her chest, while all the soldiers were floating in the water. “Behold, the most powerful attack in the seven sea's! The Ultima!” Sean then used his right hand and threw a large wave of water at Rebecca's face, which caused her to release the pirate captain from her hands. She winced as her eyes were blinded for a moment by the sudden splash of water. “See that! The Kraken reigns supreme! Hahaha!” Sean stood up on his feet as he claimed complete victory. Rebecca just looked quietly at Sean after wiping the water away from her eyes. “What's wrong? Completely dismayed at the hands of absolute defeat?” Sean said with a satisfied look on his face as he looked down at Rebecca. He quickly noticed that the water level had gone down a bit as Rebecca was now sitting om the tin with the water to only to her belly button. “Your pretty smooth down there, hehe.” Rebecca said as she pointed directly at Sean's privates. It was at that moment that he realized that the bath water was no longer covering the majority of his body. “Oh shit!” Sean quickly sat down on his butt to cover his manhood. “Hehe...That's so hilarious. Your pee pee got bigger as well.” Rebecca continued to giggle to herself while Sean sat their in utter silence. Ashamed over what had transpired. “What the hell happened to the water level?! Did I accidentally remove the drain stopper?.” Sean wanted to change the subject, hoping that Rebecca would not continue to make a big deal out of seeing his privates. “Sorry. I was kind of surprised that you are actually clean shaven. I kind of expected you to still have some pubic hair down their since you haven't been in our dimension for that long. But it's all right, you look far cuter without it, hehe.” Rebecca joked as she turned her attention to the bathtub drain stopper. “I originally had hair down their. Then some amazonian woman I interviewed, used some wipes on my privates which ended up removing all of it. It was so damn disrespectful!” Sean said as he kept his attention on the water. “Hmm. Looks like the drain stopper is letting some water through. I'm going to have to tell mommy to get a new one. Oh well, we can always add more water in the mean time!” Rebecca then turned the bathtub faucet to let more water in, so the tub could fill back up to it's original level. Sean turned his head away as Rebecca stood on her feet to turn the faucet .She looked perfectly natural as if nothing was amiss. Sean wondered how she would fair if she were able to go back to her original dimension. Could she revert back to her old adult life? “I wonder what will happen to me if I manage to survive this job for the six months I originally signed on for? Will I still be the same person? Will my bladder go back to normal?...I just don't know.” Sean kept asking himself a bunch of questions that he had no answer to. He also had to keep in mind that Alexa had plans of her own to keep him permanently in this dimension which was the last thing he wanted to think about. “It's pretty incredible. Almost everything made in this world, caters specifically to the amazonians. At one point, both little and amazonian used to live as equals but that was several decades ago.. Things have certainly change, don't you think so, Sean?” Rebecca asked as she walked towards him while the water continued to rise. “It's hard to believe that used to be the case. I really hope that...” Sean immediately stopped speaking as he turned his attention back to Rebecca, believing that she was sitting down, but instead she was standing right in front of him with her privates only a few inches from his face. Sean's face turned bright red, as he immediately plunged his head into the water. Rebecca giggled to herself. She knew very well what his reaction would be but decided go through with it. “He's so unbelievably shy for his age. This is so much fun!” A few seconds later, Sean pulled his head out of the water as Rebecca turned off the faucet to the bathtub after the water level reached her neck. Rebecca could easily see that Sean was not pleased with her little stunt. “What the hell, Rebecca! Have you no shame?!” Sean was quite upset with the way she was playing with his emotions. He didn't even care that the water was now covering the majority of his body. Rebecca realized that she had taken things a bit too far. She knew that enough was enough. “I'm so sorry! I just wanted to get a final funny reaction out of you. It's so amusing watching the way you blush. I probably would be the same way if I wasn't fully assimilated with this lifestyle.” Rebecca wiped a tear from her eye after her giggling stopped. “You mean...That you find none of this...Kinda...Mature?” Sean was hesitant in the way he was talking, but he wanted to know where her current mindset was actually at. After all, he was sharing a bathtub with another adult, even though the amazonians would say otherwise. “I think the correct term would be erotic. And don't worry if you are slightly turned on. I kinda figured you would be and that's why I decided to tease you in the first place. I don't have any ulterior motives, I'm simply having some innocent fun. When you live your life as a baby on a constant basis for the past couple years...It changes your overall perception on everything. I cannot say if it's for the best or for the worst.” Sean could hear a hint of regret in her voice. He knew that Rebecca was thankful to be self-aware with her mentality but could tell that a small part of her, missed living as a adult and being able to take advantage of the perks that come with it. “I'm honestly surprised that Jade is allowing us to bathe ourselves. I assumed that she would be all over us. She seems much different from the majority of the other amazonians.” Sean wanted to change the subject and discuss more about Jade herself and why she was so unlike her older sister. “Don't worry, she will eventually get to that. She's just allowing us to have some play time together!” Rebecca then scooped up some water with both her hands and then poured it over Sean's head. She then started messing with his wet hair. “I can't let Rebecca have her way with me, I'll just...” Sean was about to do the same thing until his eyes caught another glance at her breasts which caused him to freeze in place. Rebecca noticed and wanted to make sure that Sean was well aware of that very fact. “I see that my boobies are the perfect weapon against you. Seanie is a pervy!” Rebecca stuck her tongue out at him. Rebecca wanted to stop the teasing but felt like getting one last shot in. “I can't help it! It's already awkward enough that I'm forced to take a bath...With another girl...” Sean wished he could be more forthcoming and keep up a good impression but unfortunately, he was not able to at the moment. “If you manage to stay in this dimension for as long as I have, you will eventually get used to it. I can't remember the last time I actually bathed myself. It actually sounds kinda scary now that I think about it.” “I don't think I'll ever get used to this, nor do I want too. I'm a adult after all.” Sean watched as Rebecca placed both her arms around his neck. His mind was quickly racing with different thoughts and what what she was trying to do.. “Oh! Is that a fact?.” Rebecca loved Sean's distraught expression as she kept her eye complete focus on his eyes. “Of course!... And so are you!” Sean retorted as he managed to slip out of Rebecca's hold. “That's were you are wrong. In this world, I'm nothing more than a infant. I'm actually proud to be mommy's baby. And there is really nothing wrong with that.” Sean felt perturbed that Rebecca only saw herself as a baby. Did she honestly believe that or was it the work of the amazonian regression system. He needed to investigate but Sean wasn't entirely sure that his current conversation with Rebecca was going to bring a concrete answer to that. Rebecca could see that Sean did not completely agree with her answer. She knew very well, that the regression system played a major part in her decision making, but she was content with her feelings even if they were permanently altered because of being breast fed. Right now, she was solely focused on making sure that her friendship with Sean stayed on a positive note. “How about we play another game. Let's ease the silly tension and just enjoy our time together.” Rebecca said as she flicked Sean on the nose. “Oww! Babies shouldn't be able to do that.” Sean said sarcastically as he grabbed his nose with his hand. “Hehe, that is true...I know! Let's see who can hold their breathe under water for the longest! The loser has to do whatever the winner wants. How's that sound?” Rebecca asked as she placed her hands on Sean's shoulders. “I get the feeling that I'm walking right into a trap.” Sean started to create some distance between himself and Rebecca. “Of course you are. After all, I'm pretty confident on my ability to hold my breathe. What about you? Are you really going to back out after hearing my challenge? What are you....A BABY!? Rebecca asked as she continued to goad Sean on. Sean knew that he was being played but after hearing Rebecca call him a baby, it started to irk him in a wrong way, given with all that has happened to him to this point. He wanted to prove that he could be something more than a passive person. “Fine...I'll accept your dumb challenge” Much to Rebecca's surprise, Sean changed his expression into a grin as he cracked his fingers together. “Don't underestimate me! When it comes to holding my breathe, I was the top person in my high school gym class. You will regret it!” Sean said with a defiant tone. “Interesting. First time I've seen such confidence in you. I'm looking forward to turning that smug look back into the timid shy toddler that you really are!” Rebecca pounded her fists together as the two portal littles prepared to submerge, underwater. “On the count of three, we will start!” Rebecca said as she counted down with her fingers. Sean knew that he needed this win. He had been lacking in confidence since he first started having accidents a few days ago. As the countdown ended, the two portal littles took a deep breathe before going underwater. Sean was slightly surprised that he could clearly see Rebecca while they were both submerged. Rebecca looked back but seemed to be struggling a bit while holding her breathe. “What the heck! Sean is actually good at this!” Rebecca stated in her mind after a minute had passed. She kept her attention on his face, hoping to see a sudden change of expression but instead, Sean looked rather reassured with himself. “Not good. At this rate!” Rebecca was expecting a easy victory but soon realized the folly of her own plan. She knew that something had to be done in order to win. since the conventional method was out of the equation. After placing both her hands onto her mouth, she grinned, as a idea came to her mind. A sure fire way, to secure victory. Sean watched as Rebecca started to move slowly closer to him while they were both still underwater. At first, he assumed that she was going to resign but before he could realize her true intentions, Rebecca pulled Sean in for a firm hug as she wrapped both her arms and legs around his body. Sean could clearly see the smug look on Rebecca's face as they were staring right at each other. She knew that victory was assured after seeing Sean's eyes widen. “HOLY CRAP!” Sean could feel his privates rubbing on Rebecca's body as she continued to hold him with her hands wrapped around his back. After a few more seconds, he immediately exhaled. Thankfully he was able to get to the surface before he could breathe in any of the water. Rebecca then released her firm embrace on him and went up for some well-needed fresh air, herself. “YAY! Looks like I'm the winner!” Rebecca stated after wiping her eyes for a moment. “What..The fuck!... Rebecca! That was cheating!” Sean stated in obvious frustration. “That was me, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat, hehe.” Rebecca stated as she helped Sean in wiping the water of of his face. “You planned this from the very beginning!” Sean could see that his words had no real meaning as Rebecca continued to look at him with a very smug expression. “I actually had to improvise at the last second. I wasn't expecting you to be that good at holding your breathe. Also we never made any stipulations on the contest. So in other words. I win, fair and square...Which means that you will have to do something for me, since I'm the winner.” Rebecca continued to giggle to herself, happy with her back handed tactic. “Whatever. That was dirty and you know it!” Sean hated at how easily embarrassed he could get. It just showed his lack of composure when it came to physical intimacy. And unlike him, Rebecca was more accustomed to it due to the lifestyle that was forced upon her. “I'm glad that you are accepting the results. And don't worry, my request will be simple and quick. So don't move!” Rebecca slowly motioned herself to where Sean was standing in the water. He remained motionless as he tried to mentally prepare himself for whatever she was planning. “She better not try to tease me again.” Sean stated in his thoughts, as Rebecca gave him a warm smile. Sean had no way of predicting of what she was thinking, in that warped mind of hers. But before he could properly react, Rebecca moved in and gave him a firm kiss on his left cheek. “WHA!...WHA!!...What was that all about!? Sean was confused as to why she would suddenly kiss him. His mind was fluttering with questions as he stared back at her without even blinking. “It's nothing special. I just wanted to show you my appreciation for visiting and playing with me. I haven't had this much fun in a while. This play-date has been truly a blessing. I would really love to do this more often but I know...” Sean noticed that Rebecca seemed slightly distracted. Somehow she looked both happy and sad at the same time. Before he could respond, Jade walked back into the bathroom but could see that she wasn't alone. Zoe walked in right after her, which only made him feel more anxious. “Looky looky Sean, your loving partner has finally arrived to pick you up! I'm kinda sad that you will have to leave us, but I'm sure we can schedule another play-date with my baby girl. I bet you would like that, wouldn't you, Rebecca?” Jade then placed her hand on her adopted daughter's hair and started to mess with it. “I would love too, mommy!” Rebecca said with hopeful look in her eyes. “So how have you been Sean? Jade filled me on all the details. I hope you have had a good time while I dealing with some fun family filled drama.” Zoe smiled as she knelt down to get a better look at him in the bathtub. “Zoe!...I have...Been...Good.” Sean stuttered with his words as he lowered his entire body in the water. He felt so exposed now that his closes friend and partner had finally showed up. The timing couldn't have been worse. “Oh!? So this is Zoe...I see. So is she your work partner or your your mommy, I forgot.” Rebecca already knew the answer, but couldn't help herself as she decided to tease him, one last time. Sean could only whimper silently, while Jade chuckled to herself as she went to grab a dry towel for the boy. “All right, let's get you out of there and properly changed. It's really cold outside tonight. So it's important to stay as warm as possible.” Zoe used both her hands and helped Sean out of the bathtub by holding him via his armpits. “Please...Kill me now!” Sean stated in his mind as Zoe held him while water continued to drip down his naked body into the bathtub. Jade noticed that Zoe's expression seemed more tender and loving as she kept her complete attention on him. Jade then wrapped a towel around Sean's body and then handed Zoe another towel for his hair. “Words cannot even begin to describe on how much I've missed you!” Zoe started to dry Sean's hair with the spare towel while holding him near her chest. “The nursery is down the hall to your right. You can't miss it.” Jade stated as she focused her attention on washing Rebecca's hair. “Much obliged!” Zoe then carried her partner into the Rebecca's nursery. While Sean was relieved that Zoe was alright, he felt like he was owed a proper answer for how late she was. “Where have you been? It's all ready night, outside!” Sean asked after most of his hair was dried off. “I apologize. I had some family errands that needed to be taken care of. It didn't help that I got into a argument with my folks about my job. I would rather not get into the gritty details, for right now. I hope you understand.” Zoe stated as she placed Sean onto the changing table and then removed the towel that was covering his body. “I understand, sometimes parents can be a pain in the ass, hehe.” Sean stated as his legs were being lifted into the air. “They really are, especially when they expect you to behave in a specific manner. I also was running late because of the gift that I wanted to buy you.” Sean was wondering as to what exactly Zoe had bought for him. He didn't even care to notice the baby powder that was being applied to his privates. “You didn't have to go through all that trouble for just me.” Sean felt guilty that he didn't have a gift to give her. It's what I wanted to do. You have given so much to me and I wanted to return the favor.” Sean was curious as to what she had meant by that. He couldn't remember giving Zoe anything during their time together. Sean could feel the soft padding of a fresh new diaper being placed underneath his butt. “Maybe I did get Zoe something. I could be just going senile with my memory. Who knows...”Sean watched as the tapes to the diaper were attached and secured on him. Sean didn't even question as to why he was being put into another diaper. His thoughts were solely on Zoe's mysterious gift. “I had planned to make us some chili when we get back home. Does that sound like a tasty idea for you, Sean?” Zoe asked as she started to search her purse. Sean sat back on his padded butt, the crinkling of his new diaper was very evident. “That sounds like a good idea. I already had spaghetti earlier today, so I most likely won't have too much too eat, tonight.” Sean watch as Zoe pulled out a baby blue fur blanket and started to wrap Sean's body around it. “Jade told me when I arrived, I had a lengthy good conversation with her. I'm so proud of you behaving like a good boy. I'm going to smother you with so much love when we get back!” Zoe then kissed Sean on the nose. Sean lowered his head as he began to blush slightly. “Something isn't right...But what could it...Oh wow! This feels really warm and smooth!” Sean thought something was off about his conversation with Zoe but he couldn't place it. Unfortunately he quickly got distracted by the material of the blanket that was wrapped around his body. “I thought you would like it. It's a fabric material that isn't available anywhere in your dimension and I was hoping that you would agree with it. It's perfect for cold temperatures. If you want, we could go shopping for some clothes for you when we both get the same day off of work!” Zoe gently helped Sean off the changing table as she cradled him in her arms. Sean couldn't help himself as he curled up into a ball, he felt so warm and secure while in Zoe's arms. He felt like his body was on auto-pilot. “One more thing...And you don't have to say yes to this unless you want too...I'm not on speaking terms with my folks and was wondering if I could spend a couple more nights at your place. If that doesn't work, it's fine, I could always stay at a friends house if need be.” Zoe asked as she prepared to exit the nursery. “I don't see a issue...Speaking of which, do you have a idea of what my work schedule is like? I would like to know ahead of time when I get a day off.” Sean asked as Zoe held his head on her chest. “Understandable. Fortunately, you will have a day off tomorrow, so you can sleep in all you like. Unfortunately for me, Diamond Tours still requires my services, so I'll have to be up early tomorrow morning.” Before the two of them could exit, Jade walked into the nursery and confronted the two. “Oh my goodness. Aren't you so adorable with that fluffy blanket. Just like a newborn baby!” Jade pinched Sean on the cheek, before walking over to one of the drawers near Rebecca's crib. “I'm not a baby...” Sean said silently to himself as he rubbed his cheek. Zoe slightly patted his butt which alerted Sean to the fact that he was in another diaper. “Why!?...Why am I in another diaper?” Sean started to question himself and realize at how casual he was acting when Zoe put him into a new diaper. Before you go, I've got a couple souvenirs for our special wittle guest.” Sean watched as Jade walked over to him with something in her left hand and she was holding a plastic package in her right arm. “Now Sean, can you say AWE! For me?” Jade asked in a childish tone of voice. Sean sighed and did as he was told. He was soon rewarded with same pacifier that he was using earlier today. Zoe looked noticeably concerned as Sean started to suck on the soother contently. “Don't worry, these type of pacifier's don't have any regression effects on them. They were specially made for my daughter. Not many people know this, but I prefer to keep my wittle Rebecca in a normal state of mind! Please don't tell anyone!” Jade asked with a wink. “That is very noble of you. Perhaps one day when I acquire a little of my own, I think I'll do the same thing.” Zoe responded as she patted Sean on his head. “That day just might be sooner than you think.” Zoe blushed but kept her composure as she could understand as to what Jade was leaning at. Sean wasn't paying attention as he was more focused on the item in his mouth. “Why am I sucking on another pacifier? I'm not a freaking baby, I'm going to take this out when we get back to the car.” Sean wrapped his arms around Zoe's right arm as he felt annoyed by Jade's babyish gesture. Zoe could see the frustration in Sean's eyes but it still didn't stop him from sucking on the pacifier. She assumed that he would remove it after they left Jade's household. “This is only temporary. I'm only wearing these stupid diapers because there is nothing else to wear at the moment.” Sean stated in his mind as he tried to convince himself that this would be the last time that he would find himself in a diaper. He had every intention of removing it when he got back to his apartment. “Oh! And I want to give you one more thing before you go.” Jade said as she handed Zoe a small plastic package. “And these are?” Zoe asked as she reviewed the item in her hand. “They are care bears, night time diapers. They are the thickest type of disposable undergarments for little's and also hold the greatest amount of protection. Sean is quite the super soaker, so these will benefit him immensely when he is sleeping.” “What the hell!? I don't need any more freaking diapers! This is so stupid, Zoe will understand that I have no need for them.” Sean continued to suck on the pacifier silently, while he watched on, silently. He expected Zoe to refuse the package but instead she accepted the gift with a kind gesture. “Once again, thank you for being a good host for my partner. I'm sure that he would love to come back and spend more time with your daughter. What do you think Sean?” Zoe asked as she turned her attention to the boy in her arms. Sean found it difficult to speak due to the pacifier, so he simply nodded in the slightest manner. “Why am I not talking? Oh...It's the pacifier” Sean sighed as he continued to use the soother for it's intended purpose. “Next time you come over, I'll let you spend the night with my baby girl. I'm sure she would be overjoyed by the idea. We can have a movie night with popcorn and butter!” Sean smiled at the idea as Jade escorted the two of them to the front door. As soon as the front door opened, Sean felt the crushing cold wind brushing against his face. It was a far cry from the warm cozy environment of being inside the house. “Jesus! Zoe wasn't kidding about the weather. My face feels like a ice cube! But the rest of my body feels really warm. This fur blanket is really doing it's job.” Sean was amazed that by the blanket's ability to keep him from getting cold, despite the fact that he was only wearing a diaper underneath it. “I've got your work clothes in my purse. When we get back, I'll let you get changed into something more appropriate, if you want.” Zoe stated as she opened her passenger door and placed Sean into his booster seat and then buckled him in. Sean tried to respond with some words but instead the sucking noises from his pacifier took it's place. “The heck is wrong with me. I keep forgetting that I have this stupid thing in my mouth. I guess I'll wait until we are on the road before talking with Zoe.” Sean said to himself as he watched her start the car and head to the nearest highway ramp. * * * * * * * * * “It really looked like you two have bonded quite well. I bet it helped since you both can relate to your similar job experience with Diamond Tours.” Jade stated as she finishing drying both Rebecca's hair and body. “It really did... Sean has actually surpassed my original expectations. He is really easy to get along with and I really enjoyed playing and especially teasing him. I would love to do so again in the near future.” Rebecca replied as Jade carried her back to the nursery so she could be changed into her nighttime diaper. “Despite some ill potty talk, I believe that Sean's behavior was very appropriate. I'll make sure that you two get to spend more time together in the near future. My only wish is to see you as happy as possible.” Jade stated as she slid a new disposable undergarment, underneath her butt and quickly secured the tapes to Rebecca's diaper. “Do you think that Sean will want to stay in this dimension, forever mommy?” Rebecca asked as a light purple nightgown was placed over her head. “That's really hard to say. No one can predict the future. But I honestly don't expect Sean to be leaving this dimension any time soon, based on what I've seen from him and his work partner. But it's not our place to decide that. I hope you understand, snookums” Jade asked as she rubbed her nose with hers. “I do...I just want him to be happy and not get regressed against his will. There are too many little's that are not allowed to think for themselves, I feel sorry for them.” Rebbeca was then escorted into the living room as Jade took a seat on her rocking chair and placed Rebecca on her lap. “One step at a time. I'm sure a day will come when littles such as yourself will be given more leniency..Until then, I'll continue to do my best to provide you with everything.” Jade then turned the television on as she held Rebecca firmly in her arms. While Jade did hope that Sean would find a happy result in this world, she still cared more about Rebecca's well-being than anyone else. And she planned to keep it that way for as long as possible. Rebecca placed her thumb into her mouth as she closed her eyes and snuggled in Jade's lap. “If that Zoe woman doesn't adopt Sean, I'm going to tell mommy to adopt him as soon as possible. I'm tired of seeing little's having their minds regressed against their will.” Rebecca thought back to her time at Diamond Tours and how a majority of portal littles that visited, were eventually adopted against their wishes and forced to succumb to mental infancy. She didn't want Sean to suffer that fate. She wanted someone that she could both talk and play with. * * * * * * * * * * Sean started to feel his eyelids get heavier as the seconds went by. The texture and warmth from the blanket seemed to be having a effect as he started to doze off. Zoe noticed that Sean had not spoken a word since entering her vehicle. It didn't help that he was still unknowingly sucking on the pacifier that was given to him by Jade. Zoe thought about bringing up the subject, but decided to hold off, since Sean looked so adorable. Plus she assumed that he was being comforted by it. “I really wish my parents were not so controlling. They always demand to know about every little detail, regarding my job. They even still wish to meet my partner. If they knew that Sean was actually a little and not a amazonian...That would not end well for the two of us. I also have to deal with Alexa and her disgusting schemes. No matter what, I cannot let that psychopath have her way with him...I know what I have to do...But I'm not sure if Sean is ready to hear my suggestion...Hell, even I'm not sure myself.” Zoe had spent most of her day at work, reviewing different apartments in other cities. She thought about quitting her job and starting a new one that was far away from Diamond Tours and finally living for herself. But she would only commit if she could adopt Sean for herself. “Before I could even suggest adoption...I need to admit to Sean, that I was the one that was responsible for his bladder issues. I didn't think I would turn out this bad with the pills that Alexa gave me...I'm the worst.” After arriving back at Sean's apartment, Zoe noticed that he was already asleep in his booster seat. She took a moment to look over his slumbering state and admire at how peaceful he looked while sucking on his pacifier. “No doubt about it, if any of my friends had their way, they would waste no time in trying to adopt Sean. Not only is he a portal little, but he's so well-mannered and cute. I really should count my blessings that I've been able to spend so much time with him. I took this job in hopes that I could prove to myself. That I could keep my maternal instincts in check. That turned out to be a complete utter failure...But in return, I feel like that I have acquired a new purpose in life. I'm just worried for Sean's sake. I know he wants to go back to his dimension and I will do my best to help him with that...But, do I really want that?” Zoe carefully carried the sleeping boy up to his front door. She couldn't stop staring at him. He was like a sleeping angel. After using Sean's keys to unlock the door, she opened it and walked inside. She used her left arm to hold onto Sean while holding the small package of diapers with her right hand. “I think I'll let Sean continue to sleep while I make the chili for the two of us.” Zoe placed Sean slowly on his couch and then put the package of diapers right near him. Zoe walked into Sean's kitchen and opned the cupboards. She knew that Diamond Tours made certain to keep both his pantries and fridge, well stocked before he first came here. “What should he had to drink with the chili? Hmm...”Zoe opened her purse and pulled out a baby bottle that she carried as a spare for her sisters adopted little. “I've already bottle-fed him before...I hope he doesn't mind drinking out of this again.” Zoe opened the fridge as she grabbed a container of chocolate milk and began the process of filling the bottle up with it. Around a half hour later, Sean started to wake up as he could smell something cooking in the air. “What's that smell? Sean stated as he rubbed his eyes. He quickly realized that he was still sucking on the very same pacifier that was given to him by Jade. He immediately pulled it out, feeling slightly annoyed that he had fallen asleep with it in his mouth. “I'm not a baby!” Sean pouted as he crossed his arms together. He kept trying to convince himself that he only used the pacifier to stay in the good graces of Jade's company and that was no longer needed since he was back in his apartment. “Sean! I see you are finally up. Just in time. I've got the chili ready. I'll bring you a small bowl of it in just a moment..” Zoe stated as she appeared from entrance to the kitchen. “Ugh...Thanks....Zoe” Sean blushed slightly as Zoe walked back into the kitchen to get him his meal. She was only in her bra and panties, which caught Sean off guard. “She was only wearing that when she first put me into a diaper. That was such a weird moment.” Sean nervously giggled to himself as he removed the blanket that was covering his body, only to realize that he was wearing yet another diaper. “I really should get changed....I'm not a damn baby!” Sean felt frustrated as he pressed his hand on the front of the diaper and could feel the soft padding touching his privates. Thankfully it felt dry which only convinced him that they were only a temporary thing. Sean quickly removed his hand from the diaper as Zoe walked back into the living room with a bowl of chili in hand. “Here you go, I hope you like it!” Zoe said as she handed Sean his dinner. “Ugh...Thanks.” Sean wanted to get back to wearing his boxers as soon as possible but decided to wait after he finished his meal. Zoe walked back into the kitchen to get herself a bowl of chili as well. “I can at least count on the amazonian food to taste good!” After Sean took his first bite of the chili, he could feel the tingling spices overwhelm his tongue and senses. It was delicious but the chili turned out to be far more spicier than he expected. “I'm gonna need some milk if I want to take another bite!” Sean placed the bowl of chili right beside him as he hopped off the couch and started to walk in the direction of the kitchen. The crinkling noises from the diaper made Sean wince a little. “Their is nothing redeeming about wearing a freaking diaper!” Sean started to lose his balance and quickly fell forward onto his knees. He still had trouble with adapting to the thickness of the undergarment. “This is ridiculous!” Sean noticed that the diaper that he was wearing had several cartoon butterflies on the rear end area which only added to his ever growing embarrassment. As he helped himself back onto his feet, he quickly lost balance again and then fell right onto his butt. A loud crinkling noise could be heard after he fell backwards. Sean bit his lip as his frustration was starting to hit a breaking point. Zoe walked back in the living room after hearing some commotion and wanted to see what was going on. She gasped in shock as she noticed that Sean was sitting on his butt in the middle of the living room. Sean watched as she rushed over and quickly picked him up with her two hands. She looked noticeably worried, which was oddly comforting to him. “Are you all right Sean? Your not hurt are you? If you have any boo boo's anywhere? Please tell me and I'll take care of them for you!” Zoe stated as she patted Sean on both the back of his head and his padded butt. Sean thought he would be feeling ashamed of himself, but instead their was deep sense of relief. He knew it was unusual but decided to just play it off. “I'm okay Zoe, I just made a stupid mistake and tripped over myself due to this freaking diaper. As you can see, nothing is broken, so I'm all good here!” Despite explaining himself in detail, Zoe didn't look one bit convinced. Her distraught expression had not changed which confused him. “Are you sure? I could take you to the hospital if need be.” Sean sighed as he stared at Zoe's face, he knew that her maternal instincts were taking over her practical reasoning. He just needed to play cool and hope she would regain her composure. “Trust me, it's not that serious. I was just trying to get something to drink. I wasn't ready for something that spicy.” Sean could see that Zoe was genuinely worried as tears started to form near her eyes.. He would have found it kinda funny but he wanted her to look at him as a equal adult. It certainly didn't help that he was wearing a diaper. “Is that so?I'm so sorry for making it too spicy. I'll get you something else.” Zoe carried Sean back onto the couch and took the bowl of chili away from him as she started to head back into the kitchen. “You don't have to do that! The chili is still pretty good.” Sean words didn't seem to reach Zoe's ears as she exited the living room. “Perhaps I should get the hell out of this diaper first. That would probably knock Zoe back to her senses.” Sean hopped off the couch again and started to walk towards the hallway to his bedroom but he was taking his time with it, due to the diaper and not wanting to trip over himself, yet again. “SEAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”Zoe rushed over and picked up the confused boy and held him near her chest. “I'm just heading to my bedroom to get changed, you don't need to freak out like that!” Sean was mildly annoyed with how overbearing Zoe was acting towards him. “Honestly...What am I going to do with you? I can't leave you alone for even one second!” Zoe took a seat on the couch and held Sean in her arms. “Zoe...Please! I'm simply just trying to... HMPH!” Sean could feel a rubbery substance in his mouth. He soon noticed that Zoe had put a baby bottle in his mouth. He tried to speak but only muffling sounds could be heard. “It's okay...It's okay...I'm here. You don't have to worry about anything. Just relax and let me take care of everything.” Zoe's words seemed to be having a effect with Sean's body as he soon, stopped resisting and started to suck on the bottle while Zoe was gently brushing her hand on his hair. “But I'm not a baby Zoe, why can't you understand me!” Sean soon realized that he was only saying his words in his mind while his body curled up into a bowl and continued to suck down on the chocolate milk within the bottle. “Why am I not stopping? Am I being regressed or is this just a normal routine? I have no idea! But Zoe seems to be rather knowledgeable, I'm sure that she knows what she is doing. I can trust her!” Sean was conflicted but decided to believe in Zoe since it felt the most comforting. Sean continued to stare at Zoe as while he finished the bottle off. Zoe then got off the couch she started to walk to the location of the bedroom. “There there, that's my baby boy. I'm so proud of you. You had me worried for a second.” Zoe then took the bottle out of his mouth started to pat him on his back before placing him onto his bed. “Zoe...We need to talk. It's about this whole baby treatment, you should really should stop and.” Before Sean could continue, Zoe started to tickle him underneath his armpits. “Behold the lethal tickle attack!” Zoe used a barrage of tickling moves with her fingers and then her mouth. Sean tried his best to keep himself from laughing but it was only delaying the inevitable as he started giggling and drooling from her constant tickling. “Please Zoe...MOMMY!...Please stop!” Sean was breathing profusely as Zoe abruptly stopped her tickling assault. “Sean...Just...What did you call me.” Zoe looked to have regained her sense of self as she looked down at her partner and awaited her response. Sean started wet himself as he looked into her eyes. Completely unaware of what he was doing. Sean looked over at her with a look of confusion. Right now, the only thing on his mind, was the warm sensation coming from his diaper. “I'm so sorry Zoe. I know what you are talking about.” Sean was worried that Zoe had somehow gotten angry with him. But he didn't know why. Was it something he said? He kept his mouth shut so he could get a better assess the situation. “I'll be back in just a moment.” Zoe exited the bedroom as she headed towards the bathroom, leaving Sean confused and alone. “What's going to happen? I have no idea. I can't even think properly right now!...Huh? I wet my diapey! I hope Zoe can change me soon. Sean started to bite the tip of his thumb as he placed his hand on the front of his diaper. He could feel and see his diaper expanding which made him tear up. Zoe started splashed her face with some water as she kept her mind on what Sean called her. “He called me mommy...Holy crap. I can't believe how wonderful that sounded. Should I skip work tomorrow and bring Sean to the adoption office? But then what...I can't leave my baby boy all alone when I'm at work. I really should look for a daycare facility for him. I also need to think about furniture, such as a crib. There is so much...”Zoe took a deep breathe as she remembered Alexa and what was truly at stake. “That's right...Sean isn't my baby...He's my partner and I need to help him before Alexa finds a way to take him from me...I won't let that happen, he's my baby and I won't let anyone have him!” Zoe knew that she was conflicted. Her maternal instincts were telling her to adopt Sean as soon as possible but on the other hand, she knew that if she did so, he would no longer be able to go back to his dimension and reunite with his real family. “I really should ask him, it would make it a whole lot easier for me.” Zoe exited the bathroom as she reentered the bedroom, she had planned on asking Sean about his feelings about living with her but her mind quickly changed into a more protective mindset as she saw Sean tearing up while biting his thumb. “What's wrong Sean? Are you hurt somewhere?” Zoe asked as she scanned his entire body. “I wet my diapy” Sean whimpered as he looked over at Zoe. All of his thoughts were solely focused on his accident. “Awe...It's going to be alright, that's why you have mommy here to take care of such things. Just lay back and I'll have you in a fresh new diapy!” Sean felt immensely comforted by Zoe's words and he laid his back on the mattress and allowed Zoe to do her thing. “Mommy? Is Zoe really my mommy? I don't understand? My head hurts! I don't wanna think right now!” Sean watched silently as Zoe took off his soiled diaper and grabbed some wipes from her purse. “I really should get you a changing table or pad. It will help prevent your bed from getting dirty.” Zoe responded as applied some baby powder to his privates. Sean just watch on as he happily looked over at her while sucking on his thumb. “Zoe is so nice. I'm so glad she is taking care of me, hehe.” Sean felt giddy as Zoe grabbed one of the new nighttime diapers and placed it underneath his butt. “These diapers are much thicker than any of the previous ones you have used. Isn't that nice, Sean? You will be waking up all nice and dry, no matter what!” Zoe lightly tapped her finger on Sean's nose as he smiled back. “All righty! A new...Diaper!?” Sean felt confused as the much thicker diaper was taped and secured on him. It had pictures of colorful looking bears on them. It was evident that this diaper was much thicker than the previous ones he worn and it would be impossible to actually walk in them. “Wait? Was I always wearing diapers to begin with?” Sean took his thumb out of his mouth as he stared at his disposable undergarment with a confused look. “It should be illegal to look so adorable!” I love you so much!” Zoe hugged Sean after helping him off the bed. “Zoe...Am I...A baby?” Sean felt confused as if his mind and body were betraying him. Zoe looked over him for a moment as she carried him back into the living room. “Of course not. Your just going through a tough time. And I'm here help you out, my little bundle of joy!” Zoe took a seat on the couch and grabbed the pacifier that Sean was using earlier. “But if I'm not a baby then why am I... HMPH!” Sean felt as the pacifier was shoved into his mouth without a sudden notice. “Just relax and let momma take complete care of you. Momma knows what's best for her baby boy!” Zoe explained as she cradled Sean in her arms before turning the television on. “But why did she just call me a baby...Wait...Her body feels so warm and nice. I can figure this out in the morning...I'm sure...I...” Sean closed his eyes as he rested his head on her chest. Zoe went in and kissed him on the forehead before focusing on what program was playing. “I've decided, I'm going to adopt Sean but I will need his permission first. I need to convince him that this is for the best. He needs me and....I really need him.” Zoe spent the next hour watching her television programming before deciding to head to bed herself. She kept thinking back to her friends and how they became so obsessed with littles. She never understood as to why. Now that Sean was in her life, she now realized as to why her kind was so obsessed with littles. “Wha....Where am I?” Sean woke up in the middle of the night and could immediately feel that he was laying on top of someone. He quickly noticed that he was on Zoe's stomach for the second straight night. Zoe was fast asleep as Sean looked over her face. She looked so happy and content, her left arm was holding Sean down so he couldn't move himself off of her. “Rebecca was right, I am suffering from that recessive attachment thing she called. I feel like I'm becoming more dependent on Zoe as time goes by...I might even be wetting myself on purpose because of it... I'm so messed up.” Sean felt like that Zoe was both a blessing and a curse. He needed her help but at what cost? Sean then noticed that he was still sucking on the pacifier. “This thing! How annoying!” Sean tried to pull it out of his mouth but it wasn't budging whatsoever since his teeth were holding it in place. Sean decided to give up and place his head back on Zoe's stomach. Her warm body mixed with the movements of her breathing were almost hypnotic to Sean's eyes as they started to get heavier again. “Is this thing glued to my mouth?...I guess I can put up with it for one more night...Momm...Zoe can take it out in the morning. Sean continued to sleep the rest of the night without any issues. Whatever the next morning brought on, would have to wait.

Messing a diaper just makes me feel incredibly babyish ... ? wrong emoji supposed to blushing

Rather simple for me... Double diapers, especially when already wet because the pressure forces me to wet uncontrollably.

What I am doing in a diaper is something that is almost the color of my hair that will give the diaper a chance to be a blonde

"Yeah, I did, how about you?" Brie smiled back at Fern, shifting towards him in her seat a bit. The fit of the five point harness was different given her change in undergarments and it hugged her a bit more snuggly than before. She wiggled a bit getting comfortable, hearing the tell tale crinkle as she did. "We'll all have to come back soon! If you want another nap, I wont mind talking with May and Rachel. That is, if you want one, I like talking to you too, just I wouldn't mind is all," Brie explained. Though honestly, now that she was off her sore feat and sitting down in the soft and supportive car seat and listening to the gentle hum on the car, Brie found herself getting a bit tired herself. "I did, and I think the girls did too. I think we'll get good use of the tickets. You and Miss Brie have any plans for the rest of the day?" Rachel asked, "We wouldn't mind coming with you if you need to take her to the store to get her some new things, I'm sure I could use some new supplies for Maddie."

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We are all here for our love of diapers. Welcome @Stephen dland I do hope your stay is pleasant and that you make many friends. I am a total DL and diapers have been in my life since I was thirteen. Now over forty two years later nothing has changed. My love for diapers and my diaper loving wife has only grown more. Enjoy it here and come and chat in the chatroom where you will find a very diverse world of AB/DL and many people that didn't choose the life, instead the life chose them. Kisses and hugs and peace my friend.

It is so very sad, but so very true ! As a woman married to a sissy that is very well endowed I have seen the looks in the locker rooms at the gym we frequent by men. Why can't people just let others live and let live. Are men really intimidated by the size of another persons penis ?

I have a copy of 'First-Hand Experience,' but I've edited it a bit. If you can't get the original, try this one... Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia Here's a story about the regression of a young, professional women into a diapered schoolgirl. It doesn't contain strict Aunts, diapered teen boys, gay sex, or grown men forced into babyhood. I know, it's not fair-- but hey, there's always DPF... FIRST HAND EXPERIENCE By Hal Marissa Stevens shifted her feet in her towering heels, listening impatiently to the head of her department. Marissa," lectured Dr. John Baxter, "You're a gifted psychologist. However, I just don't see how you can accomplish your research goals. There's no way to objectively collect the data..." Inwardly Marissa fumed. She was a pretty petite blonde, accustomed to getting her own way - and she didn't like being thwarted! She stood 4'9" and weighed just 90 pounds. Adjusting her expensive tailored blazer, she fervently disagreed. "Dr. Baxter, I've been working part-time at the daycare centre as counsellor as part of my project. I've become very friendly with Mrs. Johnson, the owner. She employs girls from the local Catholic school as care-givers - in fact, her daughter not only works in the centre, but goes to the school herself. We've become friends. I can't see why I can't interview her, and use the experiences as the basis for my paper..." Dr. Baxter pushed back his glasses and sighed loudly. "Marissa," he interrupted, "you know as well as I that the research has to be first-hand! Your original thesis dealt with the psychology of teenage girls and their reactions to taking care of children - essentially a gender and role-assignment investigation. Your working at the centre has given you access to valuable data. As a bonus, you've been able to give these girls guidance and do relevant observational studies. From the early drafts of your paper, you've done a magnificent job. Now you come to me and want to add a section about first-hand experiences? This doesn't have anything to do with Jenna Hightower, does it?" Marissa bit her bottom lip, trying to control her anger. Jenna was her only rival for the Department Chair. Dr. Baxter was rumoured to be retiring soon, and both she and Jenna were angling for the job. They were each involved in their own research, hoping that the publication of a major paper would sway the selection board in their own favour. While she was confident about her own abilities, Marissa had heard through the grapevine that Jenna was working on ‘something big.’ She had to make sure her work carried an extra punch. Before she could answer, Dr. Baxter went on. "In any case, you want to use an interview. You know as well as I, that wouldn't be ethical. In order to acquire the data you're looking for, you would have to become one of the students and work with them at the centre..." He paused and looked up at Marissa. Smiling indulgently he chortled; "I think you're a little old to go running around in a schoolgirl tunic and Maryjanes. Don't you?" Marissa blushed at the mental image he created. She was twenty-four, a newly-minted PhD on her way to becoming a noted psychologist. She knew she was small, but she compensated for it by wearing very high heels with almost unnoticeable platform soles. She wore her long blonde hair up in a high, professional bun. Her clothes were stylish, and while her breasts were not large, they were firm and supple. She looked every inch the smart, attractive, professional young woman that she appeared to be. "I don't think it will come to that, Dr. Baxter," she replied indignantly. Marissa didn't like the condescending smile on his face. What on earth was he thinking? "You want first-hand experience?" she spat angrily. "Then I'll get it!" Turning smartly on her high heels, Marissa stormed out of the office. She had formed a plan, but she was going to need some help. ******************** All that following weekend, Marissa made her plans. She went shopping on Saturday and had no trouble picking up some of the things she would need. Later that day she telephoned Mrs. Johnson, explaining that she was going to need her help on an important project. Susan Johnson was in her late thirties, and despite their age difference, she knew that Marissa considered her a friend and colleague. Susan had a degree in early childhood education, with an extensive background in child welfare. She had been delighted when Marissa had approached her about working in the centre. Marissa already had her doctorate and possessed an impressive background in counselling. Although they got along reasonably well, there had been more than a few discussions about Marissa's know-it-all attitude. Marissa was rather aloof and distant, and seemed to care more about her research than people. Quite a few of the girls the centre employed as care givers did not really like her. They said she was cold and haughty. ‘Whatever her faults,’ Susan thought, ‘the young woman certainly has talent!’ Marissa had the gift of being able to see all sides of the human equation and penetrate swiftly to the core of most problems. What she lacked was any real empathy for the girls she counselled. Susan listened as Marissa described her plans to garner first-hand experiences from the Catholic schoolgirls who worked at the centre. She could see all kind of holes in Marissa's scheme. "Marissa," she advised, "Why don't you meet me over at the centre tomorrow afternoon. You know we're closed on Sunday, so things will be quiet here and we can have a proper discussion. I have some ideas that I think will help you..." On the other end of the phone Marissa interrupted with unabashed delight, "Thanks, Susan! I always knew I could count on you! I'll see you around two. Bye!" As she hung up the receiver, Susan Johnson smiled wickedly. So Marissa wanted first-hand experience? Well, she was going to get it - but perhaps not in the way she imagined! ************** As Marissa pulled into the parking the following afternoon, the first person she spied was Mrs. Johnson's daughter. Cindy was fourteen years old, and at that awkward age where a gawky girl begins the slow transformation to an attractive young woman. She was tall and spindly, but her chest was certainly beginning to fill out! She wore a drab green, plaid A-line school tunic, along with baggy white tights and plain black Maryjane shoes. It was the Catholic school’s regulation uniform. Marissa was puzzled for a moment by her choice of weekend attire, and then realised that Cindy must have just returned from church. As Cindy turned to wave goodbye to her friends, a breeze flipped up the short hem of her tunic skirt. Marissa caught a glimpse of her tight white cotton panties holding up some loose drooping tights. She smiled broadly at this charming unintended little-girl look. Cindy watched Marissa step out of her car. She looked on in envy at Marissa's stylish 'power suit.' The tailored navy blazer and sleek slacks clung to her curves, and the dazzlingly white silk blouse offset by her honey-blonde hair and tanned skin. Her high stiletto heels tap-tapped sharply on the concrete, and Cindy could see that she was wearing sheer silky tan pantyhose. In contrast, Cindy felt like a geek in her daggy school uniform and childish thick white tights. 'Someday,' she thought, 'I'm going to be all grown-up, too! I'm going to have my own car and go where I want!' Marissa felt that she and Cindy were friends, but Cindy resented the comments that were sometimes made at her expense. Marissa was always telling her not to be in such a hurry to grow up. More than once she had counselled her mother on this subject. As a result of Marissa's advice, Cindy wasn't even allowed to wear make-up or even have a more adult hairstyle! Marissa walked up to Cindy and said indulgently; "Hiya, sport! How was church? You look so cute in that outfit! Cute underwear display you just gave, too!" Cindy blushed rosily and smoothed down her brief uniform dress, In her executive power suit, Marissa certainly didn't have to worry about her panties accidentally showing! It wasn't fair! Before she could say anything they were joined by Sister Elinor and Cindy’s mother emerging from the front of the building. "Hello Marissa!" greeted Susan. "You know Sister Elinor, right?" Marissa did indeed! Sister Elinor was the whippet-thin, no-nonsense nun who was principal of St. Ann's - the local Catholic school. Marissa had seen her several times when her girls were being dropped off at the centre. "Hello Marissa," said Sister Elinor, looking at the attractive tiny young woman in the business power suit. ‘The things these young women wear these days,’ she thought disparagingly. "We're looking forward to young Mary's arrival. I've made all the arrangements, and will be back to pick her up later. By the way, where is she?" “Mary?” Marissa looked puzzled. She had no idea what Sister Elinor was talking about. However Susan caught her eye and before she could speak, interrupted her. "Mary will be here by the end of the day. You can count on that, Sister!" Marissa had caught Susan's warning look and said nothing. She decided to let it go and ask Susan what was up later. The three adults stood discussing the school when Cindy piped up. "Mum, the school play is coming up and-" She was cut off in mid-sentence by Sister Elinor. "Child! Don't interrupt when adults are talking! I've taught you better than that!" Marissa smiled at Cindy's scolding. Cindy caught the patronising look and flashed her counsellor a quick look of hate. Marissa condescendingly suggested, "Why don't you go and play, Cindy? But don't get too dirty!" Cindy felt so humiliated! She wanted to stay here with the adults, but she was being sent off to the swings! She was almost fourteen, not four! However, she knew better than to argue, and ran off in the direction of the play-ground. As she rushed away her dress flew up, again revealing her white cotton panties. "And be careful about your dress!" Marissa called after her. "A polite young lady doesn't go running around with her panties showing!" The trotting Cindy yanked her dress down in embarrassment, wishing there were some way to get even with Marissa. For the next few minutes the women talked about the centre and the school. Sister Elinor then excused herself, saying that she would be back to pick up Mary later. Once again, Marissa was puzzled, but she figured it had something to do with one of Susan's clients. She grabbed her small suitcase from her car and strode into the centre. Cindy came up from the playground and joined them. "Cindy," smiled Susan. "There's going to be a new girl from the school working here at the centre for the next couple of days..." Cindy looked over at her mother, and wondered why Marissa was blushing. "Oh yeah," she replied disinterestedly. "Who?" Susan nodded in Marissa's direction. "Dr. Stevens here wants to gather some first-hand data on you girls. To do that, she has to work alongside you. It also means she has to fit in with you - as much as possible! She can't just stand off to the side and take notes..." Cindy was having trouble grasping what her mother was trying to say. "Fit in with us?" she repeated, puzzled. Suddenly, the reason for Marissa's embarrassment became clear. "You mean she's going to be a schoolgirl again? Like, wear a uniform and all that?" "That's right, Cindy," confirmed her mother, "and we're going to need your help..." Cindy could not believe her ears. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had just been dumped in her lap. 'Let's see how Ms. Big Shot likes being treated like a little kid,' she told herself gleefully. 'It's payback time!' Grinning like the cat who ate the canary, she replied smoothly, "Sure mum! Anything..." Marissa looked over at her, not sure why Cindy was smiling so broadly. "Susan," she said distractedly, "I picked up a uniform yesterday. It's more or less what the girls wear. I even bought the tights and shoes that go along with it..." As she said this, Marissa pulled the garments from the suitcase. Susan scrutinised the new clothing carefully. The dress was a plaid school tunic, but in a rather large size. It would probably come down to Marissa's knees! A proper uniform would have to be much shorter. She also found fault with the pantyhose. They weren't the regulation 100% heavy cotton tights that the school dress code required. They were a lightweight, poly-nylon blend - more suited to an adult, rather than a young schoolgirl. The shoes, however, were authentic black patent single buckle Maryjanes. Her perusal was interrupted when Marissa brashly continued. "As I told you on the phone yesterday, I'll change into the uniform when the girls arrive, work with them for a few hours, and then write up my notes. I'll be more of an observer than a participant..." Susan listened to this and appeared doubtful. Before she could speak, Cindy intervened. "Mum, don't you think Dr. Steven's should try on the uniform now?" Susan nodded slowly in agreement. "I think that's an excellent idea! That way, if there's any… problems, we can take care of them before tonight, or tomorrow morning..." Cindy could barely contain her excitement. The sooner Marissa was out of her power suit and heels, the better! She was going to enjoy seeing the ultra-professional, haughty young woman running around in a daggy school tunic! Before the surprised Marissa could say anything, Susan agreed. “Come on Marissa, let's help you out of those clothes..." Marissa looked about in confusion. This wasn't exactly what she had in mind. She had planned to leave the uniform in her office overnight, and change into it the following afternoon when the girls from the school arrived. "I don't think that's really necessary," she objected uncertainly. "I'll just-" She was cut off by the ringing of her cell phone. Snatching the phone from her blazer pocket, she smiled apologetically at Susan and took the call. Turning away, she missed Susan's sharp disapproving frown. It was her answering service with a few routine messages. She was just completing the call when Susan stepped around in front of her and snatched the phone from her hand! "Susan!“ Marissa cried. "What's the big idea?" Susan, her eyes flashing with impatience, stormed at the small woman. "I'm trying to help you out with your research - and you can't even give me five uninterrupted minutes of your time! If you're not serious, maybe we should just call this whole thing off..." Marissa was taken aback. She knew that Susan was a little touchy about such matters. She would have to more careful not to offend her. "I'm so sorry Susan,” she responded humbly, her tone conciliatory. “I wasn't thinking! Of course I both need and want your help! I promise, no more distractions. Now, what were you saying?" The older woman stared doubtfully at her, but then continued frostily. "I was saying that you should try the uniform on now so we can take care of any problems... However, you don't seem to have the time to do even that..." Marissa hastily scrambled to regain her help. "No, no! Of course I do! I'll just be a minute!" She gathered up the uniform and accessories. She didn't really want to try this stupid thing on right now, but if it made Susan happy, than why not? It would only be for a few minutes. "Good!" responded Susan briskly. "You go to your office and change. I'll hold onto your cell phone and purse..." Marissa started down the hall to her office. "And when you come out, be sure to bring your pants suit and heels with you." Marissa was puzzled by this last order. Why would Susan want her to bring her suit? She probably wanted to make sure it was put on a hanger to avoid wrinkles. 'Good old Susan,' she thought, 'always so detail-oriented!' *********************** Alone in her office, Marissa stepped out of her high heels. Barefoot but for stockings, she went to her small suitcase and pulled out the A-line school dress. 'I can't believe I'm going to have to wear this thing!' she thought. Well, it was for her paper! She slipped off her suit jacket and unbuttoned her snug, form-fitting trousers. Stepping out of her pants, Marissa stood there in her white blouse, the overhead lights bouncing off her sleek hosed legs. She ran her hands over her smooth, nylon-covered thighs, relishing the silky feel. She could never understand it when other woman complained about having to wear pantyhose. She loved the feeling as well as the look that wearing them bestowed on her. With a sigh she reluctantly pulled her hose off and unbuttoned her blouse. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she saw a pretty young woman clad only in expensive sexy lingerie. Her padded lacy push-up bra defined her small breasts, and her tight silk panties hugged her shapely bottom to outline every crease and curve. 'School clothes or not,' she told herself, 'at least I'm keeping my grown-up undies!' She was startled by a sharp knock on the office door and heard Susan call out. "Marissa, honey! How's it going? Do you need any help?" Marissa shyly covered her chest with one hand and her panty crotch with the other. "I'm OK, Susan!" she called out. "I'll be right out..." ‘Now why would I need help dressing?’ puzzled Marissa. ‘It's not as if I'm REALLY a little girl!’ Returning her attention to the task at hand, she shook out the white poly/cotton blend tights and looked at them with distaste. She hadn't worn anything like them in years! At least they weren't the authentic, 100% cotton ones! She tugged the garment up her legs and up over her bottom. She slipped on the dress and smoothed it into place. Pulling her hair up in a high ponytail, she stepped into the black Maryjanes and stood back to admire her handiwork. She couldn't believe what she saw. 'Wow!' she thought, 'I do look like a schoolgirl!' The A-line dress came to a modest length, falling to just above her knees. Her white cotton-blend tights itched, and she looked wistfully at her pantyhose lying in a tangled heap on her office couch. They looked as empty as her abandoned business suit. She disliked going without her expensive nylons. Next to her high-heeled pumps, she considered them one of the clearest signs of her adulthood. Taking a few tentative steps in her Maryjanes, Marissa was reminded of the extra height she had lost when she had given up her towering heels. Things in her familiar office somehow seemed larger. A subtle transition seemed to have taken place. She had exchanged her executive pants suit for a school uniform, her pantyhose for cotton tights, and her high heels for childish Maryjanes. It was odd how strange she felt. ‘Well,’ she decided, ‘there was nothing to do about it.’ She had willingly traded in her adulthood for the life of a schoolgirl. She was just going to have to get used to it! 'Now that was a weird thought,' she told herself. She was becoming too caught up in all this - that was all. She would spend a day or so gathering data and then write her paper. The story of how she went about obtaining it would make a great tale to tell her friends over drinks - after she became head of the department! Still it felt awkward, standing in her own office dressed like a young child. How many times had she counselled teen girls in this very room? She had always been so professional - even aloof. She caught herself thinking guiltily that she shouldn't be in here alone... ‘What if someone came in?’ With a start, Marissa repressed these strange thoughts. 'This is my office! I'm still an adult - no matter how I'm dressed!’ She found a hanger to hang up her pants suit and silk blouse. She draped her fine expensive pantyhose over the neck of the hanger and picked up her pumps. Taking a deep breath, she left her office and went to find Susan and Cindy. Walking down the hall, Marissa felt like a fool! She was taking small hesitant steps like a frightened child - rather than the long strides of a self-confident adult. 'Well,' she thought, I've never walked these halls dressed like a little schoolgirl before!' She arrived at the empty common room and found Cindy and Susan waiting for her. Twirling around, Marissa demanded. "Well? What do you think? Do I pass muster?" To her surprise, both mother and daughter burst out laughing! Cindy thought Marissa looked several years younger, but she looked like she was wearing a costume! It was nice to see Ms. Smug Psychologist out of her stylish business suit, but she still looked like a grown woman in a dress-up school tunic! Mrs. Johnson was thinking along similar lines. Striding over to Marissa, she lifted up the A-line dress, drew aside the waistband of her tights, and saw she still had on her glamorous silky panties. "Marissa!" she scolded her exactly like she was a naughty child. "You're going to have to do better than that! Just putting on a schoolgirl uniform doesn't make you a schoolgirl again, you know! I think you need a complete make-over! I can help you with your plan, but you'll have to trust me - and go along with what I recommend..." Marissa frowned at her words and wondered what she meant. Beyond wearing this ridiculous tunic, what more could she do? Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. She must have the needed data, or Jenna would receive the top post in her department! "OK, Susan," she agreed hesitantly. "But what do you mean?" Mrs. Johnson clapped her hands in delight. "Good! That's settled!" she smiled thinly. "From now on, I think you'd better call me Mrs. Johnson! After all, a schoolgirl doesn't address an adult by their first name!" Marissa blushed bright pink with humiliation. Susan was older than her, but they were both adults. They had worked closely with one another in the past as colleagues. Still, she had better get into character or the plan - whatever it was - would not work. "I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson," Marissa corrected herself in a small voice. Cindy giggled with pleasure. The arrogant Marissa was certainly receiving a crash-course on how to act like a polite little girl! "Here's what I propose," suggested Mrs. Johnson smoothly. "We'll say that you - Marissa - have gone away for a few days, and that your little twelve-year-old sister - Mary - is going to be staying here for a short while. In fact, ‘your sister Marissa’ is thinking about enrolling Mary in the Catholic school, and arranging for her to receive counselling here. You'll be her, of course! That way you'll obtain the first-hand experience that you need for your paper!" Marissa heard this and gasped. "But I'm not twelve years old! No one's going to believe I'm my own younger sister!" "Well, not looking like that they're not! Come along, child!" Marissa automatically turned towards Cindy, thinking that was whom Susan was addressing. Cindy stood there quietly smirking. Turning red with embarrassment, Marissa obediently though belatedly followed Susan down the hall to the bathroom. Cindy followed, hardly able to contain her excitement. ***************************** In the large white tiled bathroom, Marissa was sitting on a wheeled office chair that had been brought in by Cindy. "But WHY do I have to change my hairstyle?" Marissa complained. She had been made to take out her blue-tinted contact lenses, and was now squinting blindly. She had always been proud of her long golden locks, and kept them well groomed. She was therefore alarmed when Susan had asked her to sit in the chair placed in front of the sink, her back to the mirror. She knew that Susan could cut hair. After all, that was how she had put herself through school. Still, looking anxiously at the scissors, she feebly protested. "Susan, I don't think this is really what I had in mind. I-" She never finished her sentence. Susan stared down at her and crisply interrupted. "You agreed to a complete make-over! Everybody knows you have long hair. I'll give you a nice shoulder-length cut. You wear your hair up most of the time anyway. In two months or so, it'll be right back to it's present length. What's the problem?" Marissa was forced to agree, but still felt uneasy. Before she could think of a fresh argument, Susan began cutting and Marissa watched clumps of her beautiful blonde hair falling to the bathroom floor. She was anxious to see the final result, but Susan indicated that she should first lean back with her head in the sink. "I want to rinse you out, to better set the new style," Susan explained. "I also have a new shampoo I want you to try." Marissa had no choice but to comply as the smelly liquid was forcibly massaged into her scalp. 'Let's just get this over with,' she thought. 'If I really hate the results, I'll simply make an appointment with my own stylist next week!' She felt a slight tingling sensation on her scalp, and then Susan was doing a final rinse. A shower cap was firmly placed on her head. "Let it set and dry," explained Susan. Marissa barely had time to argue as she was led by the hand to the shower. Susan took a damp cloth and began to vigorously scrub her face as though she was a filthy child. "Hey!" cried Marissa. "I'm using a special cream here," explained Susan shortly. "It's a tan remover..." Seeing Marissa's incredulous expression, she continued. "To make you look like your younger sister, we'll get rid of the tan and make your skin look temporarily fair..." "But that's impossible!" objected Marissa. "It's really not," smiled Susan. "The Japanese developed several years ago. Having a tan in their culture is not very fashionable. All it does is remove the melanin from the outer layers of your skin. It won't harm you, and it's perfectly safe! Besides, you tan pretty easily. A few days in the sun and you can soon have it right back..." Marissa didn't like what was happening. First she had to change out of her fashionable power suit, then she had received a haircut, now her golden tan was being taking away! She had almost decided that this make-over was just not worth it - when Susan finished! "Into the shower! Use the body wash cream... Keep it away from your eyes. Here, let Cindy and I help you with that dress..." Susan then unzipped the back of her tunic, and Marissa found herself standing there in only her satin bra, nylon panties and tights. "Look mum!" cried Cindy. "She's wearing a padded bra!" Marissa blushed hotly at the accusation. Her breasts might be a little small, but she didn't have to take being ridiculed by a fourteen-year-old! "Susan!" Marissa tried to object sternly, "why doesn't Cindy go do her homework or something..." "Oh, I think we're going to need her help!" was the only smug reply. Marissa’s nylon tights were swiftly yanked down and her silk bra and panties forcibly removed. Completely naked, Marissa felt her face reddening under the relentless stares of the two women. "Wow!" exclaimed Cindy, "You don't look so grown-up now! I'm bigger in the bust than you!" Marissa blushed hotly and was about to angrily retort, when Susan chided her. "Really, Mary! It was wrong of you to wear this kind of bra! You just don't need it! And these pretty tight silk panties? We'll have to find you something more… appropriate!" Cindy laughed cruelly and Marissa felt herself close to tears. She caught herself and with a will, stifled her conflicting emotions. 'I'll get back at Cindy later,' she told herself, sticking her tongue out at the snickering girl. She was rewarded by a sharp slap on her naked little bottom. SMACK! "Ow!" "Step in that shower now, child!" scolded Susan. Marissa swiftly did as she was told. She quickly soaped up using the special cream Susan handed her, and was soon rinsing off. Susan handed her a towel and removed her shower cap. The older woman fussed with her hair for several minutes, and then she was led out of the bathroom and down the hall to the kindergarten classroom. Without her contact lenses, it was hard for her to see. "Here you go!" said Susan brightly, handing her a pair of glasses. Marissa squinted again and saw that they were the emergency pair from her office desk. She NEVER wore these ugly old glasses, a holdover from her own school days. However it was better than stumbling around bumping into walls, so she took them. They were thick, black, horn-rimmed glasses - the kind that young schoolgirls often wore. She glanced into the large mirror on the wall. "My God!" she gasped, as she put them on. "What have you done to me?" Her long blonde hair was now a mousy brown, and cut raggedly to shoulder length. It was harshly pulled away from her face and tied in two juvenile pigtails. A row of dull bangs hung down over her forehead. The shine was missing, and her hair looked so dull and lifeless. But that wasn't the worst part. The beautiful tan that she had worked so hard to acquire was gone! She hadn't really believed Susan when she told her that the skin product could remove her rich tan - but it had! Her skin was now stark white - almost pink! She gasped again as she looked down and noticed her proud, womanly bush had disappeared! She was as bare below as a newborn! It was then she spied the final indignity - freckles had appeared on either side of her nose! "Oh damn!" she choked softly, her eyes welling up with tears as she tentatively touched the little brown dots. "There there, 'Mary'," soothed Susan, addressing her by her new name and patting her little bare bottom firmly. "Don't be upset! The freckles are a by-product of the tan-removing lotion. They'll fade in time. And you can always change your hairstyle..." Marissa took hold of herself. Susan was right. She may look like a child, but she was still an adult! She would see this thing through and show everybody. Marissa then received another shock as she spied the clothes that were waiting for her. She was expecting her own adult lingerie, along with the modified A-line dress that she had brought with her. Instead, Cindy held up a white cotton training vest. "But… But I'm a grown-up," Marissa protested feebly. "I need a bra! I can't wear that silly singlet!" "Mary!" chided Susan. "You do have pretty little budding breasts… But really, you don't need a bra... That push-up padded thing you were wearing was simply a joke!" Cindy giggled and then chimed in. "Yeah, Mum! I had no idea how small she is! I'm about half her age - but twice her size!" Marissa cringed with embarrassment. She had always been a little self-conscience about her small bosom, but her discretely-padded push-up bra had taken care of any doubts. Besides, 'the waif' look was in, and she fitted that image to a 'T.' The vest was drawn over the protesting girl's trembling white shoulders, and Marissa was horrified to see how completely the tight garment flattened her small bust. Before she could utter another protest, she was ordered to step into the panties. Looking at them, Marissa saw that calling them "panties" was perhaps too generous a description. They appeared to be training panties - the kind worn by toddlers when potty-training! In fact, they were barely a step above diapers! They were made from thick white terry cotton, adorned with a pink trim. To Marissa's surprise they fitted her rather loosely. Glancing in the mirror, she was dismayed to see that her slim but feminine curves had disappeared under a sea of bulky white cotton. "This underwear doesn't fit properly!" she complained. Susan smiled. "Mary, it was those silly, grown-up undies that you were wearing that didn't fit you correctly! In fact, you had it backwards! That padded bra emphasised a bust that wasn't really there, and the panties... Well! Someone with your juvenile figure is better off in little girl’s cotton underpants! I won't even mention the pantyhose!" Marissa seized on this last comment. "My nylons!" she cried. "At least give me back my nylons!" Hearing her plea, Cindy laughed out loud. "Oh Mary, schoolgirls don't wear pantyhose!" "She's right, Mary," agreed Susan. "And schoolgirl or not, neither should you! You just don't have the curves for them!" Hearing this, Marissa grew angry. "I'm twenty-four years old!” she retorted. “I've been wearing a bra and hose since I was a teenager... Besides, I have curves!" Susan glanced at Cindy and they both smiled. "Your physical age has nothing to do with it! It's what's appropriate for your body shape that counts." Saying this, she tucked the waistband of Marissa's tight fitting vest into her loose panties, further thickening her waist. Marissa flushed and looked into the mirror. Seeing herself in this underwear, with her juvenile mousy brown hair - not to mention the thick glasses and freckles - she could almost agree with what Susan was saying! Cindy came over to stand by her side. She was taller than Marissa, and seemed much more well-developed. Marissa was shocked to see that far from looking like she was thirteen, the make-over had made her look like she was seven or eight! Or was it that an eight-year-old was really all there was under the fancy business suit and expensive lingerie, just waiting to break out? Marissa shook her head to clear her mind of those strange thoughts. She had to stay focused on the ultimate goal - her research. After all, that was why she was putting herself through all this! With a heavy sigh she stepped into the thick white cotton tights that Susan held open for her. She noticed that these weren't the tights that she was wearing before. These were the genuine article - 100% cotton, not the poly-nylon/cotton mix tights that she had purchased at the store. Only yesterday, Marissa never would have believed how much she could miss her pantyhose. Like her bra and grown-up panties, she took them completely for granted - and the adulthood that wearing such garments bestowed. As Susan adjusted the juvenile thick tights about her slim hips, Cindy brought over the plaid A-line school tunic with the white Peter Pan collar. It looked quite different from the uniform dress that she had tried on earlier. "Let us help you into your proper school dress, honey," ordered Susan briskly. Before she knew what was happening, Susan had the uniform on her and was zipping it closed. Marissa was dismayed at how short it was. Looking in the mirror, she clearly saw how the hem barely came down to her drooping panty-crotch! This allowed the front of her thick training panties - clearly visible under the tights - to peek out. Marissa turned and her worst fears were confirmed. Fully half of her thick cotton-covered bottom was on display! "This dress is too short!" she wailed, trying to tug the hem down further on her hips. Her complaints were cut short as Cindy buckled the black patent Maryjanes on her feet. For Marissa the transformation was complete. Looking at herself in the mirror, she whispered in confused wonder. "Where did I go?" She felt out of phase with reality. The mental self-image that she carried of herself didn't match her reflection. Instead of an attractive young woman with pretty blonde hair, she saw a rather plain, geeky-looking little girl in a too-short school uniform. Her dull, lifeless brown hair was pulled back exposing a youthful freckled face framed by ugly thick glasses. Her legs looked spindly in the baggy cotton tights, and her bulky white cotton training panties peeped out even when standing perfectly still! 'I traded in my executive pants suit for this?' she asked herself uncertainly. 'Not to mention my pumps and pantyhose…' She suddenly noticed that Cindy was no longer in the room. "I have to make a phone call, missy," stated Susan briskly. "Can you sit in here for five minutes and not wind up into any trouble?" Marissa was taken aback. She had reached for her cell phone out of habit, and then remembered that it had been confiscated by Susan. She blushed. "Um… I'll be OK." Susan looked hard at her. Marissa again flushed to her new dark roots. Holding her short tunic down with one hand, the toes of her Maryjane shoes turned inward towards each other, she meekly corrected herself. "I'll be okay, Mrs. Johnson." "That's better," approved Susan crisply, before turning and leaving. For the next few minutes Marissa distractedly wandered around the room. She had been in this classroom many times before, but never looking like she should join the class! Her cotton tights itched terribly, and she scratched at her thighs and around her crotch. "Naughty child!" she heard someone snap. "Stop touching yourself - or you're going to get a spanking!" Susan had reappeared and Marissa turned bright red with embarrassment at being caught in such a private moment. Before she could stop herself she mumbled apologetically, "Sorry Mrs Johnson." She was then taken by the hand and led like a naughty child to her own office. As she was being marched down the hall, Marissa was very much aware that her drooping underpants were showing. She tried to take small steps, one hand holding down her short tunic. Cindy followed from behind, reflecting that now Marissa really DID have to worry about her underwear showing! She was curious. Ever since seeing Marissa naked, she wondered if her mother would let her try on the business suit. After all, she had more up top than did Marissa! When they reached the office, Susan strode inside, followed by Cindy, and last, Marissa. ***************************** Marissa felt a stab of anger! Susan was now sitting behind HER desk! Her territory was being invaded! On the desk she saw her pants suit, blouse, grown-up undies, high heels and purse. What was going on? She was about to comment when Susan grabbed the purse and dumped out the contents. "My, my," commented Susan dryly. "Look at what we have here..." Marissa turned bright red as Susan held up her birth control pills. "Here's something you won't be needing any longer," she scolded, throwing the pills in the trash. "Hey!” shouted Marissa. "Those are mine!" Susan glared at the child standing before her sternly. "Little schoolgirls are not sexually active!" Before Marissa could form a retort, Susan had confiscated her car keys and license. "But I'm going to need those!" she protested sulkily. Looking as she did, she was afraid that no one would believe that she was really an adult. Susan merely smiled indulgently before replying. "Mary, twelve-year-olds don't drive! Don't you worry, I'll see you get to where you need to go!" Marissa was pondering these ominous words when Susan took her house keys, credit cards, and all her other identification. "You won't be needing these either, so I'll just keep them for safe-keeping." Marissa stood there helplessly in her own office dressed in the schoolgirl clothes, and watched the trappings of her adulthood melting away. She glanced in the mirror and once again found it hard to reconcile her mental image of herself with her reflection. ‘I'm a twenty-four-year-old psychologist!’ she told herself. ‘I'm smart and attractive, my long blonde hair and tanned, flawless skin are the envy of everybody at the university! I dress with taste and style, wearing only the latest fashions. So why am I standing here in a Catholic schoolgirl’s uniform, with my baggy underpants showing?’ She was reminded again that her long blonde hair was gone, and in its place was a mousy brown mess in pigtails. She was now only a freckle-faced, gawky little girl with pale skin and thick glasses. Of the professional young woman who had stood so proudly in her business power suit only an hour ago, there remained not a trace. She didn't even recognise herself! Marissa blushed as Susan held up her now empty pantyhose. "It's a good thing we changed you out of these," she chided Marissa. "You might have ruined them!" Marissa was suddenly reminded of the scoldings she had received as a child when she had played dress-up with her mother's things. As if listening to her thoughts, Susan added. “Really, Mary... You must try not to wear your ‘big sister’s’ grown-up clothes any more!" She then collected the remaining garments, including her high-heeled pumps. Marissa could only watch in stunned silence. All her possessions, all ties to her adult world had now been taken from her - and she had allowed it to happen! Cindy looked over at her and grinned, relishing the sight of the professional women - once so superior and haughty - stripped of all adult status and reduced to a the role of a helpless schoolgirl, in baggy tights with her childish thick underpants showing. After collecting all her possessions and placing them in the suitcase, Susan motioned that Marissa should follow her. They went back out into the common room. Cindy took the suitcase from her mother and whispered something in her ear. Susan smiled broadly and merely said; "Of course, darling!" ********************** Cindy disappeared upstairs with the suitcase. Marissa was bothered that her possessions were no longer under her control. She flounced down huffily in a chair in the common room, heedless of the crotch display she gave. She fought with her too-short tunic, trying to pull it down more on her thighs, then gave up in frustration. Susan announced that she was going into her office and would be right back. Marissa sulked and said nothing, trying to come to terms with her new reality. She was lost in her own thoughts for several minutes when she heard the sound of tapping high heels on the floor. Getting to her feet, she turned in her short dress and gasped! Here was Cindy, wearing HER power suit! "Well, Mary? What do you think?" she coyly asked, turning this way and that. Cindy had changed her hairstyle and was wearing make-up - her expensive designer make-up! In Marissa's grown-up pants suit, she looked like a young woman of eighteen! Her full bust was almost overflowing from the tight push-up bra, giving her a spectacular cleavage. She was taller than Marissa in her stockinged feet, and the heels only added to her height. Looking closely, Marissa could also see that Cindy was even wearing her expensive pantyhose! "You little bitch!" she screamed. "You take off my clothes this instant, before you ruin them! Susan!" she yelled. Susan came barrelling out from her office, wondering what all the ruckus was about. "Susan!" exclaimed Marissa. "Look what Cindy has done! She's playing dress-up with my expensive business clothes!" As she said this she stamped her feet in her little Maryjanes, showing a generous amount of her tights and training panties. Cindy looked on in delight at the frustrated little girl with the babyish freckles. She sure was having a tantrum! It pleased her to no end to see the once mighty Marissa reduced to a mousy-haired child with no adult rights! Susan swiftly stepped behind Marissa and gave her white, cotton-pantied botty a good hard swat. SMACK! "OW!" yelled Marissa. "What did I tell you about calling adults by their first name, young lady?" scolded Susan sternly. "And as for Cindy and those grown-up clothes, I gave her permission! After all, you're wearing her old things! I couldn't see the harm. Not after all we've done to help you. Besides, you shouldn't have been wearing those clothes in the first place." "Yes, Mary!" chimed in Cindy. "I think you're mixed up on just who was playing dress-up!" Marissa was taken aback. Her mind kept coming back to the phrase Susan had used - "those grown-up clothes…" Not "your grown-up clothes…" Weren't they still hers? She was still an adult, right? She couldn't believe that Susan was treating her this way. Her original plan had just been to work with the girls in the daycare centre for a few days. She had even been prepared to wear a modified version of their school uniform... But before she knew what was happening, she had somehow been transformed into a gawky little girl! She needed time to think this through! "Cindy," said Susan, "why don't you take Mary outside and let her cool off in the kindy playground." Marissa was horrified at the thought of being sent outside dressed as she was, but could see that arguing was going to get her nowhere. She allowed herself be led outside by the now smartly-dressed Cindy. Marissa felt slightly dizzy by the sudden role reversal. She heard her own high heels tapping on the concrete - on Cindy's feet! Cindy steered her towards the kiddie playground. Half-way there, they came upon a group of older teenage boys, who were obviously looking after their younger siblings at the playground. As an attractive young women, Marissa could always count on the attention of men. With boys it was usually no different. The would fawn all over her, eager to please! She was mortified then when they completely ignored her and focused their attention on Cindy! They crowded around the teenager, paying her compliments on how attractive she was in her stylish new outfit. ‘But it's really MY outfit,’ Marissa wanted to scream. Her thoughts were interrupted when one of the boys said to Cindy. "Hey, who's this, your little sister? Why don't you send her back to play on the swings so we can talk..." "Yeah," said another, "we don't need this skinny little girl hanging around!" "That school uniform is something else, right guys," said a third. "Cute baby panties, though!" Through the fog of humiliation, Marissa felt a surge of anger. It was all very clear now. The boys didn't see her as a beautiful young women with gorgeous blonde hair - because that version of herself no longer existed! In her place was a little geek of girl, a pre-pubescent child in tights with ugly brown lifeless hair. She was being dismissed and made fun of, and she wasn't going to stand for it. Not while Cindy stood there in her heels and business suit, basking in all the attention. "I'm NOT a skinny kid, young man!", Marissa shouted, whirling toward him, oblivious of the panty show she was putting on. "I'm an adult, and I won't be treated this way!" To emphasise her point, she stuck her tongue out at him. ‘Now why did I do that?’ Marissa asked herself. Cindy leaned down to her and savagely grabbed her arm. "OWW!" cried Marissa as she felt her arm being painfully twisted. "Little girls should be seen and not heard!" hissed Cindy. "And they shouldn't interrupt adults when they are talking! Why don't you go play on the kindergarten swings, little girl - before you get into real trouble!" Marissa turned, flushed red with humiliation, and felt the hot tears forming. How could this happen? Why, it was if she and Cindy had somehow changed places! Turning away with her padded bottom once again poking out of her school uniform, Marissa started to run back to the centre. "Be careful about your dress, little girl," called Cindy after her. "Remember, a polite young lady doesn't go running around with her panties showing!" Marissa burst into tears, hearing her own words to Cindy earlier used back at her. She had to end this nightmare now! She ran back to the centre and down the hall to her office. ‘I'm going to find my things and get out of here,’ she thought desperately. ‘I'll have to get my clothes back from Cindy later.’ Once she was safely back in pumps and pantyhose, along with another of her stylish power suits, she could then deal with the little brat. She turned the knob of her office door. It was locked! She rattled the door in frustration and then turned and saw Cindy coming down the hallway. "I don't know what you think you're doing, Cindy..." She said. "You can enjoy your little triumph now, but when this over - I'm going to make you sorry you ever messed with me! I'm the adult here - not you - regardless of what I'm wearing..." Her words were drained of meaning however, when she again stuck her tongue out at the girl after her speech. Cindy just laughed, placed both hands on her hips, and scornfully addressed the little girl. "What YOU don't seem to realise is that this is not make-believe! The image you see in the mirror is really you, regardless of what mental image you have of yourself! I have news for you, Mary - when people look at you now, they don't see Marissa - the sexy grown-up, with her long blonde hair and fancy clothes. They see a geeky little kid with glasses in a school uniform! You can't drive, you have no identification, no money, nothing! Do you think anybody is going to believe you're in your twenties?" Marissa was stung by these words, hearing out loud what she been thinking for the past hour. She couldn't even get into her own office any more! Her thoughts were interrupted when they were joined by Susan. "Cindy," said Susan, "Go up and change. The mini-bus from the school is here. I told Sister Elinor that you would spend the night at the school, so ‘little Mary’ here would feel more comfortable..." Cindy nodded and sped off. Once Cindy had gone, Marissa protested vehemently. "I'm calling this whole thing off! I'm not a little girl! I won't be treated this way! Why is my office locked? Where are my things? I just want to get OUT of here!" Susan just stolidly looked at her and smiled. "That office door is locked so that little girls like you don't get into trouble. And it’s much to late to call things off... Like it or not, Mary - you’re going to be a well-behaved little girl... Or else!" Marissa was speechless! She was stunned that Susan would speak to her that way! She was about to give the woman a piece of her mind, but then remembered her research. ‘OK,’ she thought grimly, gritting her teeth. ‘I'll play it your way... for now!’ She remained silent, glowering as she was led by the hand to the waiting van. Outside she blushed when she saw Sister Elinor, mortified to be seen in such juvenile clothes. In vain she tried to pull her short uniform dress down, trying to keep her cotton underpants from showing. Sister Elinor simply batted her hands away from the hem of the uniform. Marissa was half expecting to be recognised, but the frowning Sister only said. "I'm Sister Elinor, the principal of the school where you'll be staying. I know your older sister. I don't know what foolishness you got away with at your last school - but at St. Ann's, we expect our students to be well-behaved! Do I make myself clear, little girl?" Marissa felt her face flush. Only two hours ago she had stood in her heels at this very spot talking to this woman. Her attitude was now completely different. Of course, she wasn't viewed as an adult now - just a gawky little girl. She felt her anger rise. Keeping her emotions in check, she merely mumbled; "Yes, Sister," and boarded the small bus. ************************ All the way to the school, Marissa silently fumed. She sat up the back with her school dress bunched carelessly about her hips. She didn't care who saw her underwear any longer. Cindy sat up front with Sister Elinor. Marissa couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to go along with this whole crazy plan. Now she was even going to spend the night in the Catholic school, before coming to work with the girls in the daycare centre! She was a little afraid of them seeing her like this, but knew that they would never recognise her as their counsellor. The went through the gates and were escorted into the dormitory building. They were met by Sister Mary Alleyfont. Before she knew what was happening, Marissa was led into the large common room of the girls’ dormitory. "Look everybody, we have a new girl!" cried a girl Marissa knew as Jane. More than once she had counselled Jane about being a bully. Jane came up to her and viciously pulled one of her pigtails. "Ow!" yelled Marissa in pain. She whirled around to deal with Jane, but stopped short as she was forced to look up at her. Without her usual platform heels, Jane was so much taller! Sister Mary Alleyfont then came in and clapped her hands. "All right, girls, get ready for bed. Lights out in ten minutes." The girls scrambled away, and soon Marissa found herself dressed in a baby doll nightie that barely came down to the crotch of her juvenile training panties. It seemed that no matter what she wore, her underpants were going to be on display! She was soon in bed and the overhead lights were turned out. Emotionally exhausted from the afternoon's events, Marissa soon fell sound asleep. ************************** Cindy took the glass of warm water and slowly dipped Marissa's index finger into it. The fitfully sleeping girl adjusted her position, moaned softly and then went still. Suddenly, as Cindy and the other girl's looked on, a wet spot appeared on the front of Marissa's thick cotton panties. The sleeping girl stirred and opened her eyes. "What's going on?" she cried. Then realising that she had just wet the bed, she yelled. "Cindy! This is your fault! You little bitch! I'm going to get you!" Marissa sprang out of the bed in a rage, her loose wet panties flopping down. The other girls laughed in delight at the sight of their former counsellor in wet panties. Suddenly the overhead light snapped on, and Sister Mary Alleyfont dominated the room. "Sister," volunteered Cindy quickly, "Mary wet the bed!" Marissa shot her an angry glance. Somehow Cindy and the girls had set her up! "So Mary,' said Sister Mary Alleyfont, "We can't control our bladder... Or is this just a childish bid for attention?" Before Marissa could speak, she was grabbed by the arm and led down the hall. Her mind was a jumble, the day’s events overwhelming her. Just when she thought the worst was over, Cindy had contrived for her to wet her bed. Oh, the little brat was going to pay! The sister forced her to climb onto a low table covered with a rubber sheet. "Mary," scolded the Sister, "I think you're going to need some protection for the rest of tonight, and perhaps through tomorrow as well! We'll see if this solution will help cure your little wetting problem..." Marissa's eyes grew wide as she saw the disposable diaper in the nun's hand. A DIAPER? surely she couldn't be serious! She had to end this now! Jumping off the table, she said desperately. "Sister, this may sound strange… But my name is not ‘Mary.‘ I'm Dr. Marissa Stevens, the school psychologist working on a project! I'm an adult, and have a position at the university. I'm working undercover on a research project. This is all a terrible mistake!" The words poured out of her, sounding ridiculous even to her own ears. Sister Mary Alleyfont looked at her and said sternly. "Child, that's one of the wildest stories that I've ever heard! We don't abide our students telling lies at St. Ann's!" Before Marissa could speak further, she found that her baby doll top had been whisked off and her wet panties yanked down. The Sister whirled her around, taking her across her knee! Totally naked, Marissa began to fight for dear life, determined not to add to today's indignities with a bare-bottom spanking! At the first stinging slap, Marissa cried out in pain. WHACK! "OW!" Despite her struggling, there was nothing she could do to prevent it. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Waaah! Waaaah! Waaaaaah!” Again and again, the Sister's hard hand came slamming down. Spanked like the child she now was, Marissa could only impotently kick her legs and cry, the tears flowing freely down her face. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Waaaaaah!” wailed Marissa "Naughty little girl," scolded the Sister loudly, "Wetting your bed and telling lies! We'll teach you some manners, young lady!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Marissa felt her bottom grow hotter until it felt like her rear was on fire! ’I'm being SPANKED!’ her mind screamed. ‘I'm NOT a little girl! I'm an ADULT! I don't BELONG here!’ “Waaaaah! Waaaaah! Waaaaah!!!” Then the spanking was over, and Marissa was told to lie on the table on her stomach. Her face streaked with tears and her little botty cheeks afire, Marissa meekly did as she was told. She gasped as she felt the soothing lotion being applied to her hot tender bottom. Then there was a smell of baby powder in the air and she felt it being gently sprinkled and smoothed over her lower half. Marissa heard the sound of tape ripping, and was told to roll over on her back. She winced at the pain in her buttocks, but complied. One spanking tonight was enough! She gasped as she saw the disposable diaper! "Please, Sister," she pleaded. "I don't need to wear diapers! I won't make any more messes, I promise!" Her words were in vain, Marissa saw. Like or not, she was going to diapered! She was told to raise her hips. As she did so, the open diaper was slipped underneath her. She squealed when her skin came into contact with the waiting papery pad. The Sister lost no time. She taped up one side securely, then the other. "There," said the Sister in a satisfied tone. "All nice and snug... That wasn't too bad, was it?" Marissa lay perfectly still, trying to come to terms with the fact that she was now wearing a disposable diaper! It felt like someone had strapped a pillow between her legs! Marissa could only moan as a pair of rustling plastic panties were being drawn up her hips and around her waist. A fresh babydoll nightie top was placed over her head. Diapered and in plastic baby panties, Marissa could only hang her head in shame. Her mind reeled over what had just been done to her. As a desirable young woman, she had never given diapers a second thought. Now she found herself helplessly taped up inside them. The plastic gripped her rear firmly, which still stung from her recent spanking. The plastic panties crinkled with her every movement, and the waistband dug into the sensitive flesh around her middle. ‘I'M WEARING DIAPERS!’ Her mind screamed. Her thoughts were interrupted by the Sister. "There's a cot in here where you'll sleep tonight! My room is right next door. I don't want any more trouble out of you tonight, little girl... Understand?" Marissa could only submissively nod her head. Still sniffling, she waddled her way over to the cot. She was tucked in, the side rail raised and locked in place, and the light turned out. Crying silent tears, the diapered psychologist soon fell into a dreamless sleep. ************************* Marissa struggled uselessly in a babies’ highchair, her diapered wet bottom sore and hot inside her tight plastic panties. Her mind was numb with the humiliations she had experienced in the space of only one day. Yesterday a professional woman, today a diapered baby - smelling of lotion and powder. She had awakened in the morning only to find a fresh diaper and her school uniform awaiting her. She tried to block out the humiliation of attending a sixth-grade class with her diapers showing from underneath her short tunic. The girls at the school has teased her unmercifully. At recess, Cindy and the others had been especially cruel, making catty remarks about her diapered condition. Marissa had humbly taken it all, afraid that any outburst would only make her situation worse. She had burned with shame and humiliation, all the while thinking that it would soon be over. After recess, she had boarded the bus with the other girls to go to the centre. She planned to end this charade just as soon as she could. She couldn't wait to get back at Cindy! However, once there she had been led to this highchair, and locked into the heavy wooden contraption as soon as she sat down! Cindy came up to her along with several other girls that she had once supervised and counselled, and they all thought of her now as just Marissa's backward sister, Mary - an awkward little girl who couldn't even control her bladder. A spindly, ugly geek with a bad haircut. Just then Susan walked in, smiling at her charge’s infantile confinement. "You girls go back out to the common room," ordered Mrs. Johnson. "I don't want the younger children getting into trouble." Susan looked at her former colleague struggling in her diapers, locked into a highchair by a secure waist and crotch strap. "Well ‘Mary?’ she chuckled, "I hope you enjoyed your first day at school? I see you've had a little trouble controlling yourself though! This is rich! Marissa - in a diaper and plastic panties - drooling at the mouth and locked in a highchair! Oh, this is priceless!" "You BITCH!" screamed Marissa. "You let me out of her right now! I'm calling this whole thing off! I'll sue you and..." Her protest was cut of by the sound of high heels on the hard tile floor. Marissa's eyes widened in horror as she saw Jenna Hightower - her rival from university - enter the room. She received another shock when she saw Dr. Baxter was with her! Marissa’s cheeks flamed red with shame. Less than three days ago she had stood proudly in front of Dr. Baxter in her sexy stylish clothes. She had been an adult then. Now she was just a diapered child! Seeing Jenna was even worse! She stood there in her trim skirt, arms folded over her crisp blue cotton blouse, with a bemused expression of delight on her face. Marissa glanced down enviously at her sleek pantyhose and high heels. Being seen in diapers in a highchair by her arch rival was almost too much, and she felt the tears beginning to flow unbidden. "Dr. Baxter, Dr Hightower," said Susan, "I'm glad you could stop by. With Marissa being called away suddenly, we've been left in a bit of a lurch. Anyway, this is Mary - Marissa's baby sister. She's proven very difficult to handle - throwing tantrums, wetting the bed, and generally misbehaving..." "It's our pleasure," said Dr. Baxter, "Hello Mary," he greeted the pale youngster cordially. "I know your sister quite well. She works for me..." Marissa breathed a sigh of relief. ‘At least they don't recognise me,’ she thought. However, she would have to confide in someone if she was ever going to get out of these horrible baby clothes and reclaim her adulthood. Dr. Baxter then turned to Susan. "Ms. Johnson, with Marissa being called away so suddenly, I thought Dr. Hightower could take up some of the slack here at the centre. That is, if you’ll agree?" Marissa's eyes grew wide at this latest humiliation. What was going on? She had to end this now! The tray to the highchair was unlocked, the rear buckle of her waist belt unfastened, and she was instructed by Susan to stand. "Dr. Baxter," said Susan, "I really appreciate this! For starters, could Dr. Hightower counsel little Mary here?" Before Marissa could react, she was grabbed by the hand as Jenna swiftly propelled her down the hall. "Jenna! It's me, Marissa!" she whispered, once out of earshot of the others. Jenna looked down at the diapered little girl in the too-short school uniform, and laughed uproariously! "I know who you are, Marissa! Susan called me and filled me in... I tell you, it's priceless seeing you in diapers and plastic panties! Which, by the way, I'm told you'll be wearing for quite some time!” Marissa was too stunned to say anything. Jenna knew who she was! It was almost worse this way, being seen as a diapered little girl by her chief rival. "I don't believe you know what MY project is for the university," said Jenna. "Well, its simple. It's about YOU! It's about how a twenty-four-year-old psychologist with a doctorate gave up her adult status, and decided to begin life again as a ten-year-old girl! You wanted first-hand experience? Well, you've got it! How does it feel, sweetie? One thing, though - I don't think you'll be writing up your conclusions for quite some time!" Jenna smiled as she said this last. “Oh yes,” she went on, "you're going to be a very well-behaved little girl! Nobody will ever believe that you're really an adult, no matter what you tell them. Just look in any mirror if you doubt me." Jenna smiled triumphantly. Marissa was stuck as a diapered child. With her out of the way, she would become the next Chairperson of the department. "Jenna please!" begged Marissa, her tears starting to flow. Still smiling, Jenna corrected her firmly. "Now Mary! You must address me as ‘Dr. Hightower!’ You've been told about that more than once. Let's go into my office and have a little talk about manners..." They stopped in front of Marissa's office! Marissa felt the world spin. This nightmare never seemed to end! She was now in diapers and plastic panties, in the care of her rival from the university! No one believed her real identity! And Jenna had even taken her job as counsellor at the centre and moved into her own office! As if the humiliation of being thought of as a backward schoolgirl in diapers was not enough. Now she was about to counselled in her own office! The tables had been completely turned on Marissa, and there seemed to be no way out! Her plan had backfired. She was no longer the beautiful and talented young woman that she'd been only yesterday. She thought back on the events of the last day and the speed at which they occurred. From the changes in wardrobe, to the haircut, to the glasses, the freckles, everything! From professional psychologist to a diapered, geeky schoolgirl in 24 hours! Marissa began to cry and get angry at the same time. "You bitch!" she sobbed. "You can't treat me this way! I want my adulthood back! I'm leaving and you can't stop me!" Turning away from Jenna, Marissa ran down the hall. She emerged in the common room and twenty gaping school children all turned to see the diapered psychologist. Then they began to tease her. "Baby, Baby, stick you're head in gravy..." they sang. "Give me back my adult clothes!" screamed Marissa, the tears rolling down her face. She was stomping her feet and waving her arms, her diapered bottom constantly poking out of her short schoolgirl uniform. Cindy stood off to the side grinning broadly. This was the final pay-off. Marissa had been such an aloof, proud adult. Always so prim and proper in her power suit. She was thrilled to see the once sophisticated and beautiful young woman reduced to a gawky, mousy-haired little girl in diapers and plastic panties, throwing a tantrum in front of everybody!. It was certainly a first-hand experience! Jenna came into the room and joined Dr. Baxter, Susan, and Sister Elinor, who had just arrived from the school. The Sister's face was flushed. Strong measures were obviously needed to deal with this new spoiled child! As she advanced on her, Marissa felt a surge of fear. She stopped her tirade and looked around for a place to run. She was spun around by Sister Elinor whose face was a mask of pure anger. Suddenly, her bladder released in fear. In the deafening silence of the room, everybody listened as the little girl noisily wet her diapers. For Marissa, it was the final humiliation. As the world faded away, she fell to the floor on her stomach, kicking impotently and crying loudly. Finis