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Finally, another update. Sorry for the delay, sometimes it's hard to stay motivated to write. Also, sorry for the pun. I couldn't help myself. You'll know it when you see it. Richard woke up fairly early the next morning. He couldn’t tell exactly what time, since there wasn’t a clock in the room. He had to pee, but wasn’t sure if the diaper could hold it, having awoken 3 times during the night to pee. Even though it was much thicker than anything he had tried in his own world, he didn’t want it to leak. He was used to doing everything he could to prevent leaking. Both to avoid discovery, and to reduce the amount of clean up. He was honest enough with himself to admit how lazy he could be. After a few minutes, he remembered that he really didn’t have any choice, and relaxed. The clammy feeling of a long-wet diaper, was replaced with a much warmer feeling. He tried not to move so the diaper could absorb the pee without leaking. Unfortunately, he started to feel the warmth creeping up his back. Cursing softly under his breath, he tried to get comfortable, but the pee-soaked sleeper quickly got cold and felt sticky on his back. A few minutes later, the door was pushed fully open and Susan came in. “Good morning, Sweetie!” She leaned into the crib. “Did you forget about the monitor?” She tapped him lightly on the nose. “Watch it with those naughty words. One more time and you’ll have to be punished. Now let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” Lowering the side of the crib, she wrapped her arms around him. “Remember, only look at me or the ceiling.” When he nodded, she brought him to the changing table. “Well done.” She said as she sat him on the table. She quickly stripped the sleeper off of him and tossed it into the hamper. “Sorry I’m so much trouble.” Richard mumbled with his head down. She stopped and looked at him. “Who said you were any trouble?” “Nobody, but that’s what I usually end up being. More laundry because I leaked, extra work to cater to my stupid fear, and I’m sure there’s going to be a lot more as time goes on. I always end up being a burden” “First off, let me say that you are not now nor have you ever been a ‘burden’ here. Nor are you any trouble. Now, we can argue that, or I can get you out of that soggy diaper. Your choice.” “Change please.” “Good choice.” What followed was a diaper change unlike any he had yet experienced since he got to this dimension. Susan took her time, thoroughly cleaning everything from knees to chest, front and back. Gently rubbing the wipes over his skin. Once done with that, she grabbed the baby oil. This time she spread it from neck to toe. Gently but firmly massaging it into his skin, until he no longer felt slippery. Finally, she placed a diaper under him and sprinkled baby powder around his diaper area. Again, she softly massaged it in. Satisfied, she taped the diaper snugly in place. The whole process took almost 20 minutes. Richard lay there stunned. He couldn’t remember ever experiencing something so loving and caring without being sexual. Every touch said ‘You are safe.’ Every caress said ‘You are loved.’ Every look said ‘You are important.’ Decades of self-hate had left him unable to respond to those kinds of messages. His mind did the only thing it could when it’s overwhelmed by such unfamiliar emotions. It turned inward. For several minutes he just lay there staring at nothing. In his mind, Richard was once again searching through his past. Only this time he wasn’t looking at reasons to hate himself, he was desperately looking for reasons that he might deserve those feelings. To his surprise, he was finding them. More than he ever thought possible. Times when he helped someone, just because it was the right thing to do. Times he had every reason to be proud of himself. Even times when he was genuinely happy. It was another unusual feeling that brought him back to reality. Refocusing his eyes, he saw that Susan was gently rubbing his stomach in circle. Looking at her face, he saw a small smile. “You all right there, Sweetie?” She stopped rubbing. “You looked a thousand miles away there.” Richard nodded. He struggled to find the words to express what he was feeling, but soon realized that there was really only one way. He reached up to her in the universal gesture to be picked up. “Are you sure, Sweetie?” When he again nodded, she carefully picked him up. As soon as he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his face in her hair. Deep inside him, something shifted. What had been an intellectual knowledge that she wouldn’t let him fall, became a deep-seated certainty that when he was in her arms, he would always be safe. He held on for several moments, then whispered in her ear. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For making me feel special.” “Sweetie, you’re always special.” They held the hug until a loud gurgle from Richard’s stomach made them both start laughing. “I think someone needs their breakfast.” She went to put him back on the changing table, but he wouldn’t let go. “Honey, I need to put you down to get you dressed.” He shook his head. “Are you ok staying in just your diaper?” He nodded. “Alright. Let’s go get something to quiet down that talkative tummy of yours.” Grabbing his glasses off of the dresser, she handed them to him. He put them on as she carried him out of the room. As they were going down the hallway, she said, “You do know I will have to put you down to make breakfast, right?” Reluctantly, he nodded. “Good. Now, what do you normally like for breakfast? We have oatmeal, fruit, cereal...” He thought about it. “Well, usually I would just skip breakfast. On those rare occasions I did eat breakfast, I would either have a donut, danish or waffle. If I went out, I would have eggs, bacon and hash browns.” “I can assure you, there’ll be no skipping breakfast here. At the very least, you’ll have a bottle of formula. We have to make sure you get the nutrition you need. Why don’t we start with that for now and see how hungry you are then?” She started to put him in the highchair. She sighed when he continued to cling to her. “I need both hands for this. Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly safe in the highchair. I promise, as soon as the bottle is ready, you can have it in my lap if you want.” He let go and allowed her to secure him in the highchair. He half watched her preparing a bottle. He was trying to sort out how he was feeling. He felt normal, like he before he came to this unusual dimension. However, he knew that he had never been that clingy with anyone. Usually, he was the complete opposite. Holding himself back, trying to be sure of his feelings before expressing anything. Granted, that usually backfired on him and left him mostly alone. He was still confused when she returned with the bottle of formula. Putting the bottle on the counter, she moved to pick him up. She paused just before actually picking him up, giving him time to signal that he was ready for it. She wasn’t going to startle him into a panic attack again. When he showed he was ready, she picked him up, grabbed the bottle and went to the couch in the family room. Sitting down, she sat Richard in her lap, his back against her stomach. “Do you want me to hold the bottle for you, or would you like to do it yourself?” She asked. Still confused, and unsure of how being fed a bottle would make him feel, he replied. “I’d like to hold it myself please.” Taking the bottle with both hands, he gave an experimental suck. The flavor danced on his taste buds and exploded in his brain. He recognized some of the flavors, but not all of them. Vanilla dominated, along with what he guessed was their kind of milk. Normally, he didn’t like the taste of milk, but this didn’t leave the same annoying aftertaste that he expected. Underneath those, was another flavor that he had never tasted before. He was suckling in earnest even before he finished analyzing the taste. He relaxed and leaned back into Susan. Susan had kept her hands lightly on him to keep him steady, and when he leaned back, she slowly rubbed his belly with her thumb. She smiled, enjoying the quiet time with him. It wasn’t long before she heard the sound of an empty bottle. She gently took the bottle and pulled it from his lips. She didn’t want him to swallow too much air. Sure enough, she soon heard a loud belch. She giggled. This had the effect of shaking Richard back to reality. As soon as he realized that his head was nestled between Susan’s breasts, he sat bolt upright. He would have fallen right out of her lap if she hadn’t kept a hand on him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t...” He began. “Sorry for what?” She interrupted. “The perfectly normal act of burping, or instinctively finding the most comfortable place to rest your head?” “B-but... I was taught that you don’t ever touch a woman there without their permission.” “And that is absolutely right. However, I gave permission both by sitting you in my lap this way and more importantly, by taking on the responsibility for taking care of you. You have to stop thinking in terms of your old life. You have a whole new life here to enjoy.” She paused, turning him to face her. “Speaking of that. Darryl and I had a little talk last night.” Richard’s breath caught in his throat. He just knew that he was going to be sent to someone else. Once again, he had done something wrong to mess up a good thing. He was so busy thinking of what he could have done wrong, that he missed what she said next. When she saw that she didn’t get the reaction she had expected, Susan lightly tapped Richard on the nose. “Yoo-hoo, Space Cadet. You didn’t hear the last part, did you?” When he shook his head, she continued. “I said, Darryl and I want to want to be more than just your foster parents. We have decided to officially adopt you.” Watching for his reaction, all she saw was surprise. “I see you didn’t expect that. Listen to me. I want you to understand this. Even though we can legally do this whether you like it or not, it’s important to us that you be happy with the decision too. If you don’t want to stay with us, we’ll continue to look for a suitable family for you. Now, would you like to stay with us permanently?” Too choked up to say anything, Richard nodded, then clambered up to hug her around the neck. She hugged him back with a happy tear in her eye. After a couple minutes, she gently pried his arms from around her neck. “Now that that’s settled.” She began. “I could use something to eat. You up for a waffle?” When he again nodded, she got up and went to the kitchen. She was half way there when she noticed that he wasn’t clinging to her like he usually did. “You’ll need to be a good boy and sit in the highchair while I make them. Can you do that?” “I’ll try.” She placed him in the seat and grabbed the tray from the counter next to the highchair. As she went to secure it, she saw Richard flinch from the seat back. That’s when she remembered that he was still dressed only in a diaper. She finished latching the tray in place. “You wait right there for a minute. Let’s at least get a t-shirt on you.” She hurried into the nursery and grabbed the first shirt she saw. It was bright orange with a picture of a rooster dressed as a wild west gunslinger. Getting back, she had him raise his arms and slipped the shirt on him. Richard looked at the picture and chuckling, softly said the first thing that came to his mind. “Yippee Ki Yay, mother clucker.” “What was that?” “Nothing.” “No, seriously, what did you say? I’m not mad, I just want to make sure of what I thought you said.” Looking down at the tray, Richard answered. “I said, Yippee Ki Yay, mother clucker.” “How did you know that character’s catch phrase?” Richard wasn’t sure exactly how best to answer that, but eventually decided that it would be best to tell the truth. “I didn’t. It’s a play on words from a quote in a movie back home. The actual quote is much more... adult.” “I think I know what you mean. That actually explains a lot.” “How so?” “Well, that show is really popular with both children and Littles. However, it seems that Portal Littles have the strongest reaction to that line. They laugh like crazy every time it’s said, then look guilty. Now I understand both their laughter and why they look guilty.” Now Richard felt bad. He didn’t want to get anyone in trouble. Even if it was by accident. “Will they be stopped from watching it now?” Susan didn’t even need to think about it. She knew how difficult it was for Portal Littles to adapt to this dimension. She’d seen the wistful looks most of them got when they looked at people doing normal adult activities. There was no way she would take away one of the few true joys some of them had. “Don’t you worry.” She replied. “I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.” Truth be told, she loved the idea of some of those proud, snooty, ‘I’m better than you because I have a Little’ people not knowing that they don’t know everything. “Now, let me make those waffles.”

Chapter Forty-Seven The bottle was gone within half an hour, and I found myself sitting once again on the floor. As the movie went on, I grew more and more invested. That was normal. But what wasn't normal was... well, I was starting to see what Ellie was talking about. Kuzco wasn't a girl, but he was a ruler of a city. And he was a stubborn brat. But he learned lessons about friendship and trusting other people. It wasn't like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, but it was like... Brave. That was a princess movie, kinda. Princess movie. Obviously. So obviously! I didn't wanna gush about it, to rub it in, because even under the most normal circumstances that wasn't the kind of person that I was. But I did shuffle down to the floor eventually and sit next to Kylie. The movie ended. I stared at the screen for a few minutes as the names rolled by, trying to think of what to do. But... well, I guess Ellie was right. I couldn't deny it. I turned and looked at Mommy, who hadn't moved to turn on the light yet. She was watching us with a smile. I sighed and turned to Ellie, filled half with irritation and the other half anxiety. She was so cute... "So dumb," I muttered, and puckered my lips. It was a baby kiss. Lips on lips and over in a few brief and short seconds. But it was like an eternity as well, like how I imagined it was to be electrocuted ~ an instant that lasts a forever. I was kissing Kylie. We'd done it before, yes, but this was soft and sweet and innocent and we both so clearly wanted it. Two little girls. "I'm gonna get a cookie," I muttered, stumbling to my feet. Mommy quickly got up and hurried after me. I stopped in the kitchen and hid my face in my hands. I felt like I was on fire. She was so cute and I didn't know what to do and then she kissed me, or I kissed her? And I didn't really understand! But it wasn't bad, it was just so warm and... and... "Kylie, hun?" I looked up at Mommy with a blush. "You okay?" I nodded. I was okay. I was just... feeling a lot of feelings. * * * * * Mommy had to rummage around my bedroom until she found what she was looking for - a set of old wooden trains she found online a few years back. I knew that before me there were other Littles in her life, but none of them seemed to stick. Some of this was probably hand-me-downs. She pulled the bucket into the living room and I sat up on my knees to get a better look. I'd never played with wooden trains before, not even when I was a kid. Mom thought they were too boyish. With a touch of curiosity and a whole lot of pent up spite, I picked out two pieces of track and went to work. Mommy put on a TV show in the background and went to the kitchen to make dinner. "Do you pretend to be the train or do you pretend to be the city planner?" I asked, plopping down on my butt next to Kylie as she pieced four or five pieces of track from one to the other, a serious look of focus on her face. Her lips pursed and pinched, and so lovely, and I'd kissed those lips gosh darn. "Oh um..." I took a moment to think about it. "The city planner, I guess. Do you wanna be the train? Or..." I looked around for another piece and handed it to Ellie. "Here, put this part there and start making a track. We're gonna meet up in the middle." "Oh! We can both be the city planner?" I wondered thoughtfully who would be the train, but I guessed in the grand scheme of things it didn't really matter because anybody could drive a train and we were much more important. Unfortunately, there weren't a lot of track pieces in the tub. After ten or fifteen minutes, I had finished my side, which was altogether poorly organized. I looked up at Ellie, in her cute princess dress, laying down track in a very different fashion; it looked a lot more like a city, while mine looked like a mountain path. Ellie would get up on her feet, walk over a few things so she didn't knock them down, and get back on her hands and knees again. When she bent over all the way, I could just barely see the crest of her diaper beneath the hem of her dress. A heat filled my cheeks and I tried not to think about how stupid I must look in my over-the-top baby dress. "Okay, ummm..." We each had four pieces of track left, and we had to make our way across half the living room. I tried to do the math in my head, but Ellie was better at it. She removed one of her spare track pieces, shuffled around a bit of her city, and started working her way over to me. "Um, mmm..." I kept standing up, and frowning, and scratching my head, then crawling back down on my hands and knees to put some more pieces down. And I'd have this look on my face, concentration mixed with intent and determination. I could make this work. "The people need to be able to get from the castle to the princess dress store, we gotta make sure it can connect." "Uh huh..." I was a bit lost in thought when Ellie tried to get my attention. I blinked a few times and looked up at her. "Put that one there, then do the curved one, and then do this one." "R-right..." I did what I was told, laying the tracks out to fit her imagination. "There!" When I put the last piece in, the wood matched up perfectly, no crookedness, no tension, no stress on the joints - like most things I did, it was prim and proper and perfect. And it was so satisfying! Kylie wasn't looking at it, though, she was looking at me and biting her lip. I tilted my head curiously. We met somewhere in the middle of the living room, only a few inches apart. I sat on my feet and she was on her knees, a bit taller than me. I played gently with the overly fluffy dress and looked down at the train tracks. "You, um... you wanna be that train there, an' I'll be this one, an' we can play?" Truth be told, I wanted to try out the bridge. "Uhhuh!" I was intent to see how many cars I could hook up to one train - the puzzled part of my mind was curious how strong the magnets really were, and I had all sorts of fun and curious experiments to run. Kylie was more subdued in her pretty dress, with her pretty lips and her pretty hair. She was demure. The poofy petticoats meant I couldn't sit in the middle of the city like Ellie could - I had to stay on the side with the TV so my dress didn't knock everything out of place. But the pigtails kept my hair out of my face and off the tracks. Honestly, pigtails just made sense when playing with toys. I was lying on my stomach, pushing the little train across the bridge, when I felt it. Just an inkling of a feeling that had been growing for the past hour or so. I knew Mommy wasn't letting me use the potty tonight, no matter how much I begged. And I was a little girl, right? Three months ago, I would never have been able to wet myself lying down. Nowadays, it was only a little bit of work. Often I would do it lying on the sofa, or even sometimes with my head in Mommy's lap. This wasn't any different - just with a cute girl in the room with me. But she wouldn't know. I felt the diaper between my thighs grow warm, thickening with each passing second. The heat spread down to the front of my diaper, which was new. I knew my cheeks were red with embarrassment, but they had been that way most of the night anyway. And when I was done, I felt a lot better, and certainly a lot Littler. "Come on, girls," Marnie called from the dining room. "Dinner time." ---------------------- Thank you for reading! Like, Comment, and check us out on Patreon!

Scene #80 “O, Daffy,” my dearest wife called out. “O, Daffodilio,” she added because she’s a Flanders. “Yep,” I replied as I passed through our bedroom to the master bath. Kinda weird when you think about that term. ‘Master bedroom’? I can guess where it came from, but it makes it sound like some command-and-control center from which Captain Mary flies our house. Which reminds me of this Halloween when she dressed up as a naval officer and tied me to the yardarm and launched a thousand ships. Or possibly one ship a thousand times ? I was distracted by ... a thing. Anyhoo, she was sitting on the edge of the tub wearing her fancy robe, the one reserved for ... never. It mostly stays in the closet. And she was swirling her fingers in the warm water, being all tempting. “C’mere,” she said to me. I thought of the coolest, sexiest thing to say as I glided across the rug like the sylph-like creature that I am, and I made my sultry face and said, “Ha!” (I know, but it came sexier than it sounds). She smiled her Daphne-is-so-suave smile, which to the untrained eye looks like her Daphne-is-such-a-goofy-doofy smile, but trust me. Not the case. (Really). In fact, so overtaken with my wiles was she that she didn’t even say anything. She just reached out and took my shorts down, leaving me in my sexy-to-the-point-of-sultry (Muppet-print) panties (dammit). And then they joined my sweatpants (sexy sweatpants - really) at my ankles. I started to take my shirt off and got, “Ah-ah-ah. Let me do that. Arms up.” Which I did, and then I was naked. Know what’s fun? Being naked with Mary. It’s fun when she’s naked, too, and it’s fun when she’s wearing clothes because I like feeling all vulnerable and smol and stuff. Maybe she needs a suit of armor so she can be a shiny knight and I can be the naked nymph who won’t let her inside my ... tree house (I guess?) unless she guesses my riddles three (the answers are, in no particular order, “I”, “Said”, and “Now.” But don’t go blabbing it to her. Gotta make her work a little, amiright?) “How is it,” Mary said, “that a little girl who spent the whole day inside can get so dirty?” “Am not,” I didn’t pout despite what you may hear in the form of lies from lying liars who tell lies when they’re lying (really!). “So dirty,” Mary said and took my hand and ‘helped’ me into the tub. “Close your eyes,” she said and poured a pitcher of warm water over my head. “Mmmm. What made you decide to do this?” “I figured you’re getting to be a woman Daphne, and it’s time I teach you a few things.” Which is when I made my so-not-impressed-with-your-snark face. She snarks at a ninth-grade-level, max. I have a doctorate of snark in snark. The day I was born, the doctor slapped me on the ass, took one look at my ear-to-ear grin and said, “She’s gonna be a snarky one.” That’s right – diagnosed snarky! “Now,” Mary said while trying to snark and failing (fuh-ail-ing), “with this womanly figure you’re developing come certain responsibilities, such as,” she trailed off and picked up a razor. “I know it’s winter and you’re not going out, but I think maybe it’s time for you to learn how to shave your legs.” And for the record (we’re creating more records than the Beatles and the court of the Han dynasty combined, people!) I wasn’t blushing. It was just a hot bath. “I get your point,” I said and held out my hand for the razor. “Silly goose, like I’m gonna trust you with a razor when you’ve barely graduated out of your training bra.” “Bitch!” Not sure if she hear me over the splash. If you’re gonna make funna someone in the bathtub, you’re gonna get splashed. That’s just physics. And her silky robe was suddenly clingy... hmmm. “Daphne Ann,” she said while wiping her brow off (don’t worry - most of it got stopped by the floor), “just because you’re old enough to shave your legs doesn’t mean you’re too old for a spanking, and with that kind of language you better believe you’re getting a wet-bottom spanking.” So she did hear that. “You’re being so mean.” I would never tell her to shave her legs more often. In part because she does is more often than me and in part because I would get paddled like a canoe. But then stubbly legs aren’t so fun and I do sort wrap myself around her a lot. “This isn’t about body shaming, Daphne. It’s about teaching you about all the ways your body is changing.” Ya know what? Fine. I can play along. I can keep up. I am, too, a big girl! In fact, the biggest (doesn’t sound right). In fact, an actual adult! But I can play her game better than she can, so I said, “You mean changes like how I’m having these strange, new feelings when I watch you get undressed before bed?” Also, when she looks all studious while she’s working, and when she smiles at me, and when she scolds me, and when she says embarrassing stuff about me, and when she licks the spoon when the ice cream is all gone, and when she tells me I’m pretty and a good girl (weak knees, for realzies), and when I catch a glimpse of her wedding ring that says she’s all mine. ?☺️. But about her teaching me about these strange, new (for many years) feelings... “Sure. Also,” she said like she wasn’t cracking up inside, “I’ll teach you how around this time in a young woman’s life they should start wearing deodorant.” “Such a B,” I said and folded my arms and then unfolded them because it sent the wrong message and to clear it up I had to add, “I do and you know it.” She doesn’t inspire any feelings at all, so I made my indifferent face. “No need to pout.” I wasn’t pouting (really!). “Gimme a footsie.” “No.” “No?” “You’re gonna tickle it.” I’m on to her. “Such a silly goose. That would just get more water on the floor. Footsie.” “Fine.” It put my heel on the rim of the tub. “Ya know,” I said trying to turn things to my advantage, “if I earned a bedtime spanking, don’t you think it’s only right that I suffer a bedtime orgasm as well?” “You already had one today.” “Did not!” “I heard you!” “O, yeah, that. ... But that doesn’t even count because you weren’t there. We should do things together as wife and wife. Perverse things. Butt things even.” I tried to wink, but I think that’s genetic or something because I just blinked. “What was that?” “I winked.” “Looked like a ministroke,” she laughed and rubbed slippery stuff on my leg. I liked that part. “Is it Tease Daphne Day?” What stupid ass munching jerkoffasaurus head of marketing invented that day? “Every day is Tease Daphne Day, and like you don’t like it.” “Nuh-uh!” “Uh-huh.” “O, Mary, that was just so beneath you.” “Ha! Well, I can tell when you like stuff. I’m good at that.” “How can you tell?” I know how she can tell. I just wanted to hear her list the things. Also, I don’t like it (really!). “The little red spot on your collar bone.” “Other ways?” “The blush in your cheeks.” “The water is hot!” “The way you don’t know what do to with your hands.” “I’m naked and wet and vulnerable. What the heck am I supposed to do with my hands?” “Modest young ladies would cover their princess parts.” “I am modest! ... And a lady! ... And a princess! I’m lots of things, ya know. Things you don’t even know about.” “Daphne, I’ve seen you inside and out.” True story, not gonna tell it, never playing with med fet toys again ... probably. “I don’t think there’s many secrets about your little body I don’t know. All done! Gimme your other footsie.” Which I did because I’m averse to conflict, not because she’s the boss of me. “O yeah,” I challenged her. “If you know so much about my body, what does it mean when the little button gets all red and swollen?” “I’ll tell you when you’re mature enough to be trusted with a vibrator unsupervised.” “And if I confess I’ve been using one unsupervised going on about fifteen years, will you teach me about butt stuff? And is it true the safest way to use a lifelike dildo is to strap it to your wife?” “I love it when you get embarrassed and try to cover it by being dirty and hypersexual. Does talking like a big girl make you feel more grown up?” “I ... Stop calling me out.” It’s not polite to be calling people out on all their things. “There. See how nice and smooth? Doesn’t that feel good?” “My leg, or you rubbing my leg?” “And after I show you a few more times, you can try. Under my supervision, naturally. Isn’t that exciting?” “(Glaring).” “Maybe just once a month to get started. That’s more frequent than now, right,” she asked because she’s a smartass. There’s a difference between smartassery and snarkiness, and the latter is superior in every way. “No!” I’m not an Amazon. I’m very delicate and ladylike. But it’s long pants season. Once a week is fine. “And it will have the added bonus of feeling so much nicer on my thighs when you’re squirming around over my knee for your latest naughty behavior.” “Is that ... really?” So that’s how she noticed. But as much as I (and every woman who is normal) hate that chore, I don’t mind it so much if she does it. “Really. And speaking of which, you need a wet-bottom spanking for that language and the splashing. Stand up.” “But you were being mean to me. You were body shaming, is what you were doing. That’s very toxic.” Not the thinnest of arguments, not the thickest. “I was helping you with your hygiene and teaching you about what happens when little girls grow up.” “Grr.” She made her I’m-having-a-fake-realization face. “Is your little tantrum your way of telling me you’re not ready be a big girl?” “Keep talking. I’ll just be under the water.” Where it’s peaceful and no one teases me. “There’s that spot on your collar bone again.” “Stop pointing out my spots!” “I’m just saying, Daphne, not being ready to be a grown up would be a perfectly good excuse for that little outburst. That’s a big and complicated feeling for such a little girl ... and somewhat to be expected from a girl like you. Graduating to a real bra but still needing ‘big girl’ diapers sometimes must be very confusing.” Her and her stupid invisible air quotes. “I wish I had a snorkel.” “You wanna get some bath toys?” “O my god.” “Is that a yes?” “Yeah, something that squirts, so I can soak you some more.” “I already have a little toy that squirts and gets me wet.” Which is when I made my raccoon-in-the-flashlight eyes. Pupils dilated. The works. Not that I changed my mind from being put out and victimized to wanting to be touched and victimized and played like a Lamellophone but did you hear she with the words and the teasing (which I hate) and the humiliating belittlement and implications of my middleness (hate it, really!) and the rubbing my leg and the clingy robe and the words with the double meanings and the confident domineering sexiness and what she implied she wants to do to me? A travesty, is what it is. And I wanted no part of it (even if I wanted all the parts of it – really!). “Buh...” I said all sauvely (really), “If I take my spanking like a good girl, will you show me how to play with your little toy?” I like toys. I wanna learn all the games. I’m a good sport. As gracious in victory as I am in defeat, and not to blow my own horn but I’m never lost at horn blowing. And she of the world conquering confidence who totally who totally conquered my world but was all benevolent, though firm, about it said, “If you promise to hold extra still and not splash while I’m spanking your bottom. Do you promise me?” “Muh-huh.” Daffies make the best bath toys, I thought to myself as I got to my feet and turned toward the wall and stuck out my butt because I’m not only a good girl but a great girl. The best, really, but I’m too polite and humble to say so. Really. “And then when you’re tuckered out from play time and too weak and blissed out to resist, we’ll get you in your nighttime diaper.” “I’m getting cold. Could we get with the spanking?” “And don’t you feel bad about it. I’m sure you’ll be dry at night before you start college in the fall, and even if you’re not, I have a feeling your roommate won’t mind.” “This is cutting into playtime,” I said to whatever she was yammering on about. Something about the stock market? Yada yada exchange trade funds yada. Amiright? “Little girl, you hold real still,” she said and grabbed a handful of butt and squeezed (so very very) hard and put her hand on ... Not sure what it’s called. My mind went blank with the feelings and the sensation and the o it feels good on me (hoyven). Maybe I do need some remedial lessons in princess parts and how they work. And learning by doing is fun. (But I do shave my legs often enough and wear deodorant every day. Really.)

Firstly, it's cool you told her and even cooler that she is OK with it! I think you still need to go relatively slowly and with lots of communication. Before you can expect her to do all these things for you (changing you, putting you in them, etc) you need to do simpler things. Baby steps! Now that she is OK with you wearing you should wear around her. Don't expect her to be involved, don't necesarily flaunt it. Just wear around her a bit, let her get used to the idea. Introduce the onesies or whatever you like but again, don't expect anything from her, just be natural and if she wants to get involved that's great, if not, don't push it. The communication here is also very important. You have to let her know what you like and don't like. You have to let her know what you would like to happen eventually, let her know if this is something you can incorporate into sex or whether it's just something to do outside the bedroom. It's also very important to reciprocate. If you want her to do this for you it would only be fair that you do something for her. Ask her if there's any kink or anything she would like you to do with her. It's important not to think or expect that things will go from 0-100 straight away. Let her take her time to get comfortable with it, it could be a quick process or it may take a long while. Hope it all works out for you TLDR: Communicate everything you can, go slowly, find something you can do for her.

Chapter 1 Part 2: Melanie couldn't believe this had happened to her as she sat there in Debbie's lap staring wide eyed at her husband while she was as naked as the day she was born with only a diaper to cover her womanhood. She wanted to make a move towards the dress that was sitting on the table, but before she could even get her mind wrapped around the situation that she had put herself in she spotted someone behind her husband. It looked like a tall blond woman had entered into the room behind him. She sat there wide eyed and stunned as she gazed at the unknown woman. It was all starting to come back to her, what George had told her before about how important this meeting was supposed to be. Now she was stuck sitting on her friend's lap, dressed like any other patient that needed regressing. "Oh! Is this a bad time?" Melanie turned her head towards Debbie not knowing what to do, hoping her friend could help her out of this bizarre and embarrassing situation. Debbie nervously shook her head, realizing she had just put her friend in a terrible situation. The look on George's face told her that she messed up; he was staring at them both like he was at a loss for words. Melanie noticed the tall blond woman walking towards both her and Debbie and listened as she spoke to her husband. "George! I thought you were going to make this a surprise?" Debbie and Melanie stared at one another, wondering what the woman was talking about as Melanie's eyes stared towards her husband. She knew that he hadn't told the woman about what her job at the hotel was and yet she was acting like this was completely normal. George shook his head and finally spoke saying, "I di...didn't." Debbie noticed the older blond woman staring down at Melanie in her lap and smiled as the woman reached under Melanie's arm and scooped her out of her lap and placed her on her hip. Melanie anxiously stared up at the woman, knowing that she was now on the hip of the woman who was married to the hotel's owner. She just felt so embarrassed at the fact that the woman thought she was a real baby woman. The woman cooed at the adult sized baby on her hip and turned to Debbie with a smile, "you must be Melanie! George has told me so much about you. My name is Ashley, Ashley Charleston." Debbie heard the name Charleston and the name instantly clicked in her head; the owner of the hotel's last name was Charleston! She got out of the chair slowly and looked at the holding her best friend. "Did you say Charleston, like Marcus Charleston?" Ashley nodded her head. "Yes ma'am, that is my husband. I see George got you more prepared for this meeting than he let on. This little one seems about perfect for the new project we're wanting to start here at the hotel. What's her name?" Debbie couldn't beileve she had really just gotten her friend into such a terrible mess as she stared over towards George. His facial expression gave no visible cues so she shifted her gaze back onto Melanie before opening her mouth. "Her name...is Melanie." Ashley chuckled. "Oh my! Isn't that so delightful! Both of you with the same name." Debbie saw the worried look on her friend's face and knew she didn't need to make any more lies. It would only create bigger problems for them both if she didn't tell Mrs. Charleston the truth. She shook her head. "No mam." Ashley looked confused. "What do you mean no?" Debbie walked over to the woman and stuck her arms out for her friend which prompted Ashley to hand the adult sized baby over to her. Debbie could see Mrs. Charleston watching her place Melanie onto her feet. 'This was show her that Melanie isn't a baby woman.' This unexpected display served to confuse the woman even more than she already was. It was an extremely rare occurrence seeing a baby woman standing on her own two feet because it never happened. She turned towards George. "Whats going on?" Debbie spoke up before George could utter a word. "This is all my fault. My name is Debbie Johnson and this is Melanie Stevens." Ashley stared over towards Melanie who was still standing there in just a diaper and asked, "your George's wife, Melanie?" Melanie slowly nodded her head and noticed how upset and embarrassed her husband was. She looked back at Ashley. "Yes, ma'am. I am." Ashley couldn't help but shake her head in disbelief. "Why are you in this room dressed like a baby?" Debbie placed her finger up and spoke before Melanie could say anything. "I can explain." Ashley turned towards Debbie with a raised eyebrow. "Go on." Debbie took a deep breath and tried to explain the situation. "Melanie told me that George had told her that she had an important meeting today about a new position at lunch, but I ignored her and had her strip down to just her diaper so I could feed her a bottle." Ashley cast a glance towards Melanie before turning her eyes back at Debbie. A hint of aggravation could ve heard in her tone when she spoke. "That still doesn't tell me why this room is filled with a playpen and changing table while she's prancing around dressed like one of our patients." Melanie knew she needed to speak up to clear the air. "George told me he didn't explain to you what my job title here at the hotel is. That's why you don't understand what is going on." Ashley nodded at Melanie. "and what exactly is going on here?" "I am in charge of ordering and choosing what the patients wear throughout the hotel. During the morning, lunch, and afternoon shifts I am to wear and allow Debbie to push me to each floor to model what the outfit will consist of for all the patients." Melanie saw the woman's angry look downgrade into a smile and watched her walk over to the playpen in the center of the room. The woman looked down into it and hen walked over towards the changing table. She turned away from the changing table and stared directly at her. Ashley grinned. "Debbie do you mind leaving the room? I need to discuss some things with Georgie and Mel here." Melanie watched her friend grab her purse off of her desk and they waved good bye to one another as she left the room. Ashley closed the door as Debbie left the room and turned back around. "George do you mind grabbing your wife and placing her in the playpen?" Georgie smiled and nodded his head as Melanie watched her husband walking towards her. She turned away from him for a moment, searching for the red sailor dress she had worn this morning and spotted it only a few steps away. She didn't want to be naked in front of this woman for a second more and waddled over to the corner to grab it. With a few noisy steps she picked up the dress and placed it over her head. George noticed the dress his wife was trying to put on and helped her pull it over her head. The dress fell to about her thighs and helped cover the diaper that was on display only seconds before. Melanie felt herself being picked up by her husband. She forced herself to look at his face and saw that he still looked incredibly disappointed in her. She sat silently on his hip as she was carried over to the play. "Down you go." George stated in a neutral tone as he deposited his diapered wife into the playpen. Melanie quickly got to her feet and saw that her husband was now standing next to Ashley. "Is this really necessary?" Ashley giggled at the question as she looked at her coworker's wife standing inside the large playpen. To think that this woman wearing a red sailor themed dress and an obvious diaper poking out from underneath it was an employee of the hotel was positively ridiculous. "I think it's absolutely necessary after you hear about the job I am about to offer to you." Melanie couldn't help but stare nervously at her husband who wore a worried look on his face. With nothing to say, she simply listened closely to what Ashley was about to say. Ashley smiled an ear to ear grin. "This past weekend the Hotel had a large conference meeting about advertising our facility to the nation. We discussed all types of things the hotel could do to get more clients and to increase our revenue to help us increase our profits. After all, the hotel already supplies everything the patients need and, since you already make all the purchases for clothing, you should know how much the hotel spends on the products. Melanie slowly nodded. "Yes ma'am, but what does that have to do with me?" "George here told me that you make the purchases here for the hotel, but he never told me about how you wear the products. We were originally going to upgrade you to a position where you would continue to purchase the outfits, but also have you find an adult baby to be the new face of the baby hotel. You would adopt them out and helped get them dressed for photo shoots, diaper commercials, and any activities that the hotel put on. It would be your own personal adult baby; your daughter, if you will." Melanie couldn't believe what the woman was saying as she quickly looked over towards her husband and then back towards Ashley. She was overjoyed at the idea of getting a promotion and a daughter! "I will do it! I'll take the job!" Ashley shook her head, laughing at the diapered woman. "I was going to offer you that position, but I am starting to think you are more suited to run the whole project by yourself. This way we save money and wouldn't have to pay another parent to use their baby." Melanie looked at Ashley feeling confused by what the woman was saying. "If I am running the project alone, who is going to be the hotel's baby?" Ashley smiled and placed her index finger on the front of Melanie's dress. "Why you are going to be the baby." Melanie couldn't process the words Ashley spoke fast enough. She started feeling numb upon hearing the woman say she wanted her to be the hotel's new adult baby. The thought of her being in diaper commercials and having her face on all of the packages of diapers made her feel so low like she was on her way of becoming a baby woman. That was the one thing that scared her more anything. She started to shake her head. George could see the fear spreading across her face. "Ashley, how about letting Melanie and I discuss this?" Ashley smiled. "Absolutely, George. I am going to email you a copy of her contract and, if she decides to go through with it, I can come by tonight and pick it up." George nodded his head and watched his boss walk out of the room. He waited for a moment before he looked down into the playpen at his babified wife and shook his head. "Melanie why?" Melanie stared up at her husband's upset face that he was giving her. She stood up to get in his face "Why what!?" George saw the frustrated look that appeared on his wife's face and decided to deescalate things. Now wasn't the time or place to argue. "We will discuss all of this when we get home." Melanie fell onto her padded bottom and immediately felt the soft padding of her diaper bounce with her as she watched her husband walk out of the room. She couldn't believe that after the weekend she had been put through that anything could get any worse for her. All she had to do was be dressed and ready for the meeting, but her stupid stepdaughter had ruined all of that by wanting her to be fed on camera like that. It was almost like she knew she was going to be caught. The diapered woman felt so miserable and now she had embarrassed her husband and herself in front of the woman who was second in command of the entire hotel! She felt tears start to run down her face as the baby inside of her came out due to everything she had been through. She felt her bladder starting to ache and simply gave in since she was too upset to actually take off the diaper and find a toilet. Suddenly, her crotch began to warm up as the inside of her diaper grew wet and clammy as she laid on her back and slowly cried herself to sleep. She stretched and bumpes her hand against something hard as everything started to come back to her. Slightly startled she opened her eyes to see Debbie standing over her. She turned her head to see that her hand had hit the wall since she was laying on top of the changing table. A cold sensation caused her body to wince as her friend started wiping the inside of her crotch. Debbie smiled and pulled the wet disposable out from under the baby's bottom. She put the baby wipes into the sodden diaper and balled it up before throwing it into the diaper pail. A steady hum came from the woman as she reached underneath the changing table and grabbed one of the maternity ward diapers, knowing that her friend wouldn't be able to do much of anything once she was taped into one of those thick diapers. It was her way of helping Melanie relax and, after everything she had put her friend through, she knew that the young woman probably needed to rest and be comforted. Melanie felt the baby powder being spread between her crotch by her friend's hand. It was a nice feeling but didn't last long since Debbie had to pull unfold the last white diaper and place it under her bottom. She allowed her friend to lift her up by her ankles and lower her butt down into the fluff. The feeling of the thick diaper's core being pulled between her crotch made her shiver in pleasure. She let Debbie grab her hand and bring it up to her face where the larger woman slowly placed her thumb between her lips. A steady suckling sound filled the room as Melanie starred to feel at ease. She knew that all she needed was some rest and relaxation away from everything. Debbie pulled the tape tabs shut on the diaper and looked up from her handiwork to see her friend suckling on her thumb. She reached under the changing table and grabbed one of the regular pacifiers to give to Melanie. She slowly pulled the gurl's thumb from her mouth and cooed upon seeing her friend accept the rubber bulb so willingly. Debbie smiled, knowing just how much she needed her auntie more then ever. With a slight grunt, Debbie scooped her diapered friend up and walked towards the closet. She kept Melanie on her hip as she looked through the various outfits. As she searched through the wide array of outfits, she noticed that her baby started tugging on a pink baby sleeper with a motif of a baby duck on the front of it. "Is that what you want baby?" Melanie softly nodded against her friend's her, snuggling into her as she watched her friend pull the outfit off the hanger. She turned her head upon hearing the front door open and close, wondering who had entered into her office. Debbie smiled at Melanie and continued to coo while walking out with the girl on her hip. Tabby walked up behind them with the stroller. Melanie felt her thickly padded bottom being placed on her desk. She lifted her arms in the air as Debbie pulled her red sailor dress back off of her and placed it next to her purse. She watched as her best friend unfolded the pink sleeper and suddenly felt arms picking her up from behind as she was held in the air and placed inside the footed sleeper. Debbie couldn't help but chuckle seeing how adorable Melanie looked inside the sleeper and walked her over to the stroller before buckling her in. Now that she was secured in the five point stroller she was ready to do her rounds. Debbie pushed the stroller out of her friend's office, heading for the hotel's employee elevator. She couldn't get the thought of what her friend endured earlier out of her head. She clicked the button on the front of the elevator while thinking about what they would do after rounds were finished. 'It may not be a bad idea to keep the baby on floor five.' Melanie watched as the elevator doors opened and she was pushed into the elevator. Her day was only halfway finished, but she was already mentally exhausted and couldn't wait for this day to be over with. The ride up was quiet which allowed her to relax in her seat before they got off the elevator and headed for the nursery. Just like during the morning rounds, Cherrie and Megan were pretty easy to get through. The babies were all at lunch and she didn't even have to leave the stroller as Debbie explained to the ladies that she was wearing a much thicker diaper underneath the sleeper, but that they could stick to any diaper they wanted. Both Cherrie and Megan chuckled and each woman gave the baby's thick diaper a pat. With that done, Melanie waved good bye to them both as Debbie pushed her out of the nursery. Debbie looked down at her friend and figured that, after lunch, it may not be such a bad idea for Melanie to have a nice long nap. Once her friend was well rested she could ask about what had happened in the meeting. Melanie stared nervously as the door to the elevator opened on floor four. She was going to have to deal with Christie once again and, like usual, the sounds of crying regressed baby woman couldn't be heard due to it being lunch. She saw Tabby run her badge by the door for the nursery as she was pushed inside and stared anxiously around before she spotted both Matty and Christie standing next to the changing table. "I see our lunch rounds have finally made it." Debbie tried to assert herself by staring at the two, but she knew that after everything she had said to both ladies she was probably in as much trouble as Melanie. She took her eyes off of the two trouble making nurses and stared at her niece. "Honey, can you head back to level five and see if the babies have arrived back from lunch?" Tabby looked confused, but nodded in agreement. "Yes, ma'am. I will see you in a little while." Debbie watched her niece leave the room and turned to see both nurses standing right in front of the stroller. Christie unbuckled baby Mel from her stroller and lifted her in the air placing the adult sized baby on her hip. "Oh baby! I see Auntie has got you dressed so pretty" Melanie continued to suckle on the dummy between her lips as she suddenly felt the zipper in between her crotch bing pulled down. She noticed Matty's hand patting the front of her diaper. Matty giggled. "She is even wearing one of our diapers! I think she should honestly just stay here. Let's go ahead and make it official!" Debbie smiled and walked over to the ladies. "Guys, I really need to get her down for her nap. You know how these babies get when they don't get enough sleep." Matty and Christie both stared at one another and smiled at Debbie. "Where did that come from?" Debbie grabbed Melanie from Matty's arms. "I don't know what you mean. She is my charge and she knows if she disobeys mommy she is going to end up under both of your care." Melanie felt a slap on the back of her thickly padded bottom which punctuated Debbie's point. She couldn't help but blush hearing her friend treat her like the little baby she was dressed as. Christie and Matty both laughed. "We are so looking forward to that day" Debbie looked down at Melanie who she held in her arms. "Baby can you say bye bye to aunty Christie and aunty Matty?" Melanie lifted up her hand and softly waved to both woman as she felt her bottom being placed into the stroller. Debbie made quick work of strapping her back into her stroller. Debbie smiled a fake smile and waved good bye to the two nurses as she pushed the stroller out of the room. She kept pushing the stroller as far past the nursery as she could go, knowing how embarrassed she had just made her friend. She finally reached the elevator and hit the button to summon the elevator. The doors instantly opened and she pushed the stroller inside. She walked to the front of the stroller and saw an upset baby with her arms crossed. "Do you remember what I told you this morning?" Melanie stared up at her friend and softly shrugged her shoulders not ever wanting to be treated like that at her job. Her own friend was now treating her like she was a baby. Debbie saw how upset she was. It looked kind of cute seeing Melanie stewing in her stroller, heavily diapered underneath her sleeper with her arms crossed, but she had to set things straight. "I had to put on an act for Christie or she would of told Hannah." Melanie wasn't even listening, but as soon as she heard the word Hannah her mind clicked back to this morning. She instantly remembered what she had said about playing her part. Slowly, she nodded her head and pulled out her pacifier "I understand, Debbie. I'm just so tired." Debbie smiled. "I know baby, I have an idea." Melanie saw her friend push the button for level five and began to wonder what she could be up to as the elevator started to move. With a ding it started to open. She felt herself pushed out the elevator and down the halls. They were walking past numerous nurses who were happy to coo at her. Debbie smiled, trying to get to her room as fast as she could. She finally made it to her room and opened the door as Melanie realized they had made it to Debbie's nursery. She always loved this room because it was built like a real nursery. Debbie looked over one baby at a time and her job was to break the mental barriers for the trickier babies who refused to accept that they were becoming babies after they were regressed. The nursery had a little bit of everything: a large crib, playpen, changing table, and even a very unique item; a bassinet. Debbie unbuckled her friend out of the stroller and picked her up. She bounced her on her hip and walked over to the crib before lowering her down inside of the baby bed. She pulled the covers over Melanie's sleeper covered body and said to her, "just get some rest. You've had a long weekend and you need this. I will wake you up when it is time to go home." Melanie knew she was right. She also knew that she needed to get some rest and the crib did feel so amazing and comfortable. She couldn't keep her eyes open for very long before she slowly fell asleep.

“A thousand subscribers, huh?” Jim asked, leaning over to look at his boyfriend’s screen. “Technically, a thousand fourteen,” Danny beamed. “Isn’t it awesome? I’m really up there. I’m basically a pro gamer now.” Jim nodded, kissing him on the forehead in congratulations. “That was some sort of milestone for you, wasn’t it?” “Yeah, I said if I ever got this far, I’d do a twenty four hour livestream for charity with no breaks, where I finally try out Shadowed Spirits for the first time.” He beamed. “I’m so excited.” “No breaks, huh?” Jim tilted his head, smirking. “Like, none at all?” “You can bring me food and stuff, right?” Danny asked. “Well, sure. That’s not really the point,” Jim said. “Did you think about how you were going to use the bathroom.” Danny blinked. “Um… oh. No I did not.” Chuckling, Jim said, “Well, don’t worry about it. I have an idea.” … “Stupid friggin’ idea, stupid Jim, stupid diapers,” Danny grumbled. “Stupid friggin’ marathon stream.” He hadn’t asked where Jim got the diaper from. It was alarmingly thick, and the teddies on the front seemed gratuitous, but Jim had pointed out that nobody was going to see it, so it was fine. His subscribers had, unfortunately, been quicker on the uptake. When Danny announced the live stream, his Discord server had been enthusiastic and as excited as he was, and he’d engaged with them right up until someone typed a question he hadn’t wanted to hear. NoobPounder69: No breaks means no bathroom breaks, right? So… diapers? Danny hadn’t replied, but his silence on the issue was more than confirmation. It was a meme within five minutes, and by the time half an hour had gone by, someone had made up an emote that depicted a diaper with the label ‘Gamer pants’. On the one hand, Danny hated it, but on the other, they were his fans. If they were having fun, he was doing his job right. Besides, all rumors aside, he hadn’t officially confirmed that he was going to be wearing anything like that. They could make all the jokes they wanted, it was all in good fun. In the spirit of good fun, he added the emote to his channel, planning to take it off once the charity was over. Now that he was actually facing the diaper, though, he was a little hesitant. The stream was in thirty minutes. He didn’t have time to come up with a better plan. Stripping out of his boxers, he laid down on the couch, configured the diaper, and taped it on. Blushing down at himself, he shrugged and sat up as Jim walked in, telling himself, “Okay, that’ll do.” Jim looked at him and frowned. “Okay, that won’t do. You never had any younger siblings, did you?” “... no, why?” Danny asked, looking down at his diaper. “That’s way crooked, and it’s going to leak in, like, five seconds. Here, lie back down.” Jim walked forward, putting a hand on his boyfriend’s chest and gently pushing him back down onto the couch. With a little bit of fussing and some adjustment of the hook-and-loop tapes, he got everything situated and taped down appropriately. “There. You’re good to go.” “Thanks.” Picking up his skinny jeans, Danny tugged them on, got up to his upper thigh, and encountered a problem. “Um…” “What?” Jim asked, checking the wifi router, which sat on a high shelf above Danny’s desk. Due to some shoddy construction, the ethernet cable came in right there by the ceiling, and they only had a little short cable to run from the router to Danny’s computer, so it was rigged in a slightly precarious position over his desk. Not a problem, as long as their cat didn’t get into the room. Danny pouted. “They don’t fit. Can you grab me my other pants?” Jim rubbed at the back of his neck. “Uh…” “What?” “I am doing laundry today. They’re all at the cleaner down the street.” Jim shrugged. “Sorry.” “Wait, what? All of them?” Danny widened his eyes. “How is that even possible?” “I’d been procrastinating, alright?” Jim shook his head. “Your camera doesn’t show your pants, it doesn’t matter. You need to get set up.” Fuming, Danny acknowledged that his boyfriend was right, waddled over to his desk, and got set up to go. Green screen on. Capture card is working. Shadowed Spirits Remastered save file ready. Twenty four hours, let’s do this. “Alright alright alright, you absolute legends!” he said, turning on the camera. “This is going to be a twenty four hour charity stream. Any money raised today and half of all subscriptions are going to go straight to charity, and I’ll be donating three dollars for every time that I die. I know this game is, like, super hard, but we’re just going to have to beastmode through it and get that Shadowed Spirit! Or whatever it is you do, I haven’t played this before. I see chat’s already on fire, so let’s get this started, shall we?” Chat went wild, spamming memes and generally having a fun time. He booted up the game, got started on character creation, and paused. “Alright, chat. What should I name this guy?” A few moments passed as the stream caught up to his viewers, and comments started coming in. A few expected ones; ‘CheeseLord’, for obvious reasons, ‘John Cena’ got thrown out there, a couple people suggested ‘The Highlight Clip’, referencing an old stream joke. Those all got buried, though, because as soon as people heard his question, they started spamming, ‘Gamer Pants’. Some people typed it out, more were hitting the emote over and over, but either way it dominated his chat to the point it was hard to even read the other options. He paused, chuckled, and shook his head. Okay, I walked right into that one. “Fine, you guys win. Gamer Pants it is.” He typed in the name, cracked his knuckles, picked up the controller, and got started. It started smoothly. The game was pretty fun, and while it was certainly punishing, it wasn’t as hard as he’d been led to believe. It’d kill him if he wasn’t careful, but going slow and steady seemed to be both safer and ultimately quicker, and as long as he kept his guard up he was okay. That was until about three hours in, when he first had to pee. Like any good live streamer, he’d been staying hydrated, remembering to drink whenever he had a moment to set his controller down. Without a chance to take breaks every hour or two, though, it was starting to cause… problems. He shifted uncomfortably a couple times, reminding himself that it wasn’t going to get any better. He was going to have to use his diaper, eventually. So on his next death, he set the controller down, took a breath, and let go. CourtRestraints: Why is he blushing? CapriSun: OMG I bet he’s peeing EnjoyingTheSwoop: LOL Gamer Pants A few more messages got sent, and then a whole bunch of people spamming ‘gamer pants’ in chat. Danny chuckled. “Sorry, guys, just realized that I way underestimated how many deaths there are going to be! This game’s really gonna hurt my wallet, but it’s all for a good cause.” Nobody in chat believed him, but it was plausible deniability. Once the video was up as a recording, and people weren’t watching it with the flood of ‘Gamer Pants’ and diaper jokes in chat, nobody would think much of his momentarily pink cheeks. It also distracted him from the feeling of warmth that was settling around his crotch. As he finished letting go, he picked up the controller, cracked his neck, and said, “Okay, let’s go teach these belltower statues a thing or two. Kill me once, shame on you, kill me six times… well, you guys know the rest. An hour later, Jim brought him lunch. “How’s it going?” Danny grinned up at him. “Two thousand bucks for charity already, and we’re just getting started!” “That’s awesome, babe,” Jim leaned in, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Chat lit up with hearts and sappy comments, ‘BestGamerCouple’ emotes and a few people getting a little more gross, which quickly got buried. Looking at the screen, Jim squinted at it, reading. “Hey, chat! What’s… ‘Gamer Pants’?” “It’s this stupid joke they came up with,” Danny explained, rolling his eyes as the chat transitioned from couples humor to more diaper jokes. “Alright, I gotta figure out where this friggin’ door is to the next area, before chat just cheats and tells me. Thanks for lunch.” “Good luck!” Danny didn’t normally like to eat on camera, but given the circumstances, he made an exception. Danny had brought him a sandwich and a chocolate milkshake, and he chowed down on both whenever he had a moment to rest away from the undead. Things were going well. He was making progress in the game, chat was happy, he was having fun. His streamer buddies were all raiding him, since they knew what was going on and wanted to give him the extra push. Plus, chat was even raising a buttload of money for charity and new people were subscribing like no tomorrow. If he just pretended not to see the ‘Gamer Pants’ emoticons going by, it was probably the biggest night of his career. Eight hours in, he peed for the second time, and this time didn’t even stop playing as he did. Chat didn’t notice. At hour ten, though, he felt a particularly concerning gurgle in his belly. Before he could think about it, out loud, he said, “Crap.” Wait, poor choice of words. Catching himself, he said, “I think I’m going the wrong way.” Good save. Still, the words did nothing to deal with the cramps he was feeling. It wasn’t an immediate problem, of course. He had never struggled with control, and this was no exception. A cramp was just a cramp, and he could always hold it for several hours if he needed to. But, there were still fourteen hours left. He put it out of his mind, doing his best to focus on gaming, but there was only so much he could do. An hour in, and the cramps were almost overwhelming. He was shifting in his seat, squirming, occasionally letting out noises of discomfort that chat was starting to pick up on. “Dammit,” he said, sweating as he continued fighting Endless Release. “This boss is really tough, isn’t it?” Danny had a tough decision to make. He could hold it for longer, but it was going to continue to get more uncomfortable, and chat was already noticing him sweat. The longer that went on, the more likely it was that they would realize what was going on. No matter what option he picked, there was no way he would make it for the full duration of the stream. He hated it, but the correct choice seemed obvious - he was going to have to go right away. So, as he finished off the boss and had a moment to relax, he set down his controller, took a breath, and silently prayed, Please be quiet. Keeping his face as neutral as he could, he started to push, relieving the pressure on his bowels- BLOOOOOORT! The initial tide was incredibly loud. Or, at least, it felt that way, and it was definitely picked up by the microphone as his tummy grumbled, glad to be evacuating. As he packed mush into the diaper, helpless to stop now that he’d begun, chat lit up. DLAlex: OMG did you hear that? UltraUser: Lololol Gamer Pants OddityFairy: Hah he’s pooping his pants Saffy&Flan: HAH Pooooopy butttt This lit up, along with what seemed like a million people all spamming ‘Gamer Pants’ over and over, the little cartoon diaper making Danny flush bright pink as the muck spread out, forced around by his weight in the ergonomic gaming chair. “Hah, no way, guys, I wouldn’t do that!” he protested, though his face was red and it wasn’t a particularly solid denial. “I just farted, you guys are gross. Hah!” It didn’t appease them. More ‘Gamer Pants’, more messages about how he must stink, more diaper jokes in general. Just keep playing. It’s a short lived meme, it’ll die down. He wrinkled his nose as the smell of his accident hit him, then realized that was probably a tell and tried to pretend that his gaming rig didn’t suddenly stink like a dirty diaper. Realizing a potential problem, he paused the game so he could text Jim. ‘When you come in to bring me snacks do not react ffs.’ Jim sent back a question mark, and then a realization. ‘O.o you couldn’t hold it?’ Danny didn’t respond, leaning in to focus on the game. Over time, the jokes in chat died down. They were raising a truly impressive amount of money for charity, and as he started the grind against Oveltine and Sorghum, even more people started tuning in. Danny got used to the smell, and once he got over the squeamishness, stopped caring about the squish and squelch every time he adjusted his sitting position. The diaper held up like a champ even as he started chugging red bulls, and after the fourth time, Danny stopped counting how often he’d peed in it. Tiredness started to slow his response timing, but he was in the groove. The game was fun, he was rolling through it, and nothing was going to stop him. At sixteen hours, he beat the first of the four lords. At twenty, he’d gotten through all of them except the Five Queens, and he had to eventually admit defeat and ask chat how he was supposed to find them. “You need to wear a friggin bracelet through that random gas gate?” he exclaimed, when he found out. “Well no shit I couldn’t find it!” At the end of hour twenty one, there was just one boss left. “Alright, chat, this is it. The moment you’ve all been waiting for. Twenty four hours, one Shadowed Spirit, one gamer. Are you ready?” he asked, loitering outside the boss fog of Palt, Herald of Embers. Chat was on fire. At least forty thousand people were watching, less for the gaming, more for the accomplishment of the twenty four hour marathon. Most of them didn’t know the channel memes, didn’t know about ‘Gamer Pants’, and those that did were being drowned out by general Twitch jokes, pogChamps, and general chat enthusiasm. Diapers had been forgotten, it was all about the game. He entered the gate. And got his ass kicked. Palt just stomped him into the ground, and Danny realized his error in never properly learning to parry. He tried the fight again, and got stomped once more. Five more tries. Ten. An hour went by, and he was still struggling. It wasn’t the hardest fight in the game, but he was tired, and no amount of caffeine or being in ‘the zone’ could restore him to peak performance. Leaning forward, completely ignoring the squelch or the puff of stinky error, he took a breath. “Okay, seventeenth try. It’s been a hundred minutes on this guy. We can do it, chat!” He stepped into the fog gate again, readied his shield, and started the fight. There wasn’t any clear reason for things to be different that time, the fight just flowed. He got a parry, and dealt massive damage with the counter. His next attack staggered Palt, and he was able to start pounding him with hits. Every roll, every input, it was more smooth and flawless than it had any right to be. Twenty two hours and fifty six minutes into the stream, he beat the game. “YES!” Throwing down the controller, Danny threw up his arms in excitement. “Fuck yeah! We did it! WOOOH!” Slamming his hand down on his desk with excitement, he watched as chat lit up with him, throwing up memes, and- He heard a wobble. Looking up, he saw that his celebration had shifted his desk, pulling the internet cable that led to his router, up on its shelf. It hadn’t fallen yet, but it was precariously balanced, threatening to topple at a breeze. The slightest shift could pull it down, yanking out the internet cable and ending the stream prematurely with only an hour left to go. Yelping, Danny didn’t think about it, he just lunged out of his seat, grabbing the router and setting it comfortably down. Breathing a sigh of relief, he patted himself on the back. “That was close. I almost…” He was standing up. Right in front of his webcam. On stream, about fifty thousand of his viewers got a close-up view of his soggy, heavy diaper, stained a deep brown and sagging almost off his waist. Danny sat down instantly, but the damage was already done. Chat was still exploding, but now, the old jokes were back. ‘Gamer Pants’ was flooded through chat, baby jokes, comments about how his gamer chair looked like a carseat, just general mockery rolled through. He couldn’t even move, mouth agape as he watched his own stream on a slight lag play out in the corner, showing off just how much he’d filled his diaper, right on camera. Blushing all the way to the tips of his ears, he stammered without words. A subscription notice popped up. Another one. More. Dozens. So many that it filled the notifications column and streamlabs stopped reporting. A donation covered the screen, and he read the accompanying message out loud, “So awesome what you’re willing to do for a good cause. :GamerPants: Diapers For Charity!” Accompanied by five hundred dollars. “Oh… my… god…” Danny said. Another donation popped up, bringing in more cash. A second later, his donation tray was as full as the subscriptions - as full as his diaper, for that matter. Most of the messages were teasing, but they were grateful, too. Commending him for doing something like that to raise money. For being willing to go that far. The stream lasted another hour, but Danny barely had to do anything else, which was good, because he was stunned. Chat kept things going for him, all Danny had to do was read out donation messages. His heart didn’t stop pounding until the hour was up. That could have been from the half dozen red bulls he’d drank, but it was probably a mix of things. Thanking everyone a hundred times, he got up, waddling out of the office. Jim was in the living room. “Um…” Danny said, rubbing at his eyes. He was exhausted. “Were you watching the stream?” “No, I didn’t want to stress you out any more than you probably already were,” Jim said, glancing over at his boyfriend and wrinkling his nose. “Hoo boy, you need a shower. Why, what happened?” Danny wasn’t sure what to say first, so he said, “I’m up to more than two thousand subscribers.” Jim raised his eyebrows. “Holy shit, that’s amazing!” “Yeah,” Danny yawned. Jim tilted his head. “Didn’t you promise to do a forty eight hour stream if that happened?” Danny blinked. “Oh, you’re right. Uh… fuck.” If you like my writing, maybe consider pledging a few bucks over on Patreon? I'll always make my writing available for everyone to read, and it's never mandatory - I know not everyone's in a position where they can support all the creators they like even if they wanted to. Still, your support has kept me afloat through 2020. 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Well I'm halfway through the month now, & so far so good. I expected to find it a lot harder than this, so I'm really pleased about that.

Good vibes, my friends. Just a warning for the future: I wrote many of these chapters during the long holiday break from my job. The break being over, I work long hours and sometimes weekends, and am unable to devote as much time to writing. Fear not, for I am several chapters ahead, but do not expect the next installment to always appear as rapidly as they have been coming lately... Chapter VII: Danny’s Humble Abode Butterflies still dancing in her tummy but focused clearly on her objective, Janey opened the door and stepped out of the car. Upon standing up she was struck by a deeply familiar and entirely predictable sensation, but one that in all the excitement she had not previously considered; she needed to poop. She was pretty regular in general, and it usually happened in the late afternoon or evening. She was unsure how Danny would react, and could hold it for awhile; she could also change herself if need be, or worst case she could even (perish the thought) use the toilet. Given these possibilities and her current situation, she elected to hold it for now and see how the next little while played out. This reticence did not however apply to peeing, and, her nerves being keyed up as they were and triggering her bladder as they always did, she took that moment standing by the car to warm up the padding wrapped around her heinie with a substantial piss. It felt good like it always did, and she found it arousing as she always did; that lovely sensation of her body-hot urine trickling around the confined space around her private areas until it found a home and soaked in. Gathering her courage for the mission at hand, she grabbed the bag Daddy had prepared and headed for the building. Danny met her on the sidewalk in front of his place. The apartment complex was nothing to be proud of, kind of a dingy mass-produced affair with exterior concrete stairs. That Janey was not one to be judgemental about such things he did not yet know, but he could see clearly that despite the underwhelming exterior of the place she was still intent on going inside with him. A hopeful sign, he thought, though God only knew what she would think when she got inside and saw his disaster of an apartment. Well, at least there would be no reason to hide his baby stuff… He had in fact just re-wet his own diaper during the short drive here from the college, though he did not as yet know they shared this in common. She was in fact an almost complete mystery to him, other than the nearly overt babyishness of her attire. He had long been aware that women could more easily get away with such things than men, and one had to be careful in drawing too many conclusions. Though she had showed him a bulge on her butt the other night that could only be a diaper, with most women one could not so easily tell what this sort of fashion statement was saying. Why did she seem so intent on sharing her adult baby-ness with him, what with her diaper comments in class? And why had she wanted to come home with him? Surely one such as she could have her pick of bed companions, and his own luck in that area had most often been less than impressive. Was it that he was AB? It seemed strange indeed that THAT of all things would be attractive to such a foxy lady, but then she was AB, too…something in common…perhaps, perhaps… While asking himself all these questions about her, a simpler one arose. What was in the bag? “You weren’t kidding, this IS just around the corner from the college,” said Janey as she walked up, breaking his reverie. “Convenient. Have you lived here long?” “A-about two years,” responded Danny, snapping back to reality. “I had a messy divorce. My ex-wife got the house and I had to find a new place to live in a hurry with very little money.” He pointed at his truck. “That’s about all I had left to me once all the papers were signed.” “Oh!” exclaimed Janey. “I’m sorry to hear about that! It seems like a lot of guys get the short end of the stick in divorce settlements. I have a good friend who is in a very similar boat. Do you have kids?” “Nope, only lawyers,” responded Danny glumly. “You can probably guess who was better represented.” Janey’s “good friend” was a man named Rick Hagar, an old school chum of David’s whose ex-wife had really taken him to the cleaners. A travelling salesman by trade, Rick had found himself in their city on business just after his divorce, literally unable to afford a hotel room. David being David, he had immediately offered him their couch for the two week duration of his stay. Staying with them, it had been impossible to hide the AB side of their relationship from him, so David had confided it in him from the start. Far from being weirded out by their unusual lifestyle, Rick had been enchanted by Janey as a baby, and quickly he had become her second “boyfriend.” Unlike Tom, he had been fully aware of her as a AB girl, and had found it nearly as big of a turn-on as David did. Unfortunately though, Rick had not been comfortable making love to her in front of David, or being present when David made love to her. They had even tried it, but his awkwardness kept killing the mood. It was understandable; he and David had been friends since they were kids, and it just felt weird to him. Their solution was for her to be with each separately, though often she went to one right after the other. She had read that this was a common practice in many polyamorous relationships, though it had disappointed both her and David; they would have preferred to share a lover as they often had in their fantasies. Still, it had proved a pleasing arrangement for all involved, and even now they happily repeated it any time Rick was in town. These details about Rick, she had immediately realized on being reminded of him, were better shared at another time, that is if she and Danny ever got to that point. The same was true of her relationship with Daddy, though it was entirely likely that the matter was going to come up tonight. It was a bridge that had to be crossed sometime; she didn’t want to lie to Danny, indeed she had to tell him if her ultimate goal was to be achieved. But at this moment she was not sure how she was going to bring it up, and had even less of an idea how he would handle it. It was a daunting proposition, but she’d come this far. She took a deep breath. One thing at a time… “They always get everything,” she replied with a cynical laugh. “Shall we go in?” she added, hoping to head off any questions as to her own marital status. “Right this way,” responded Danny, leading the way, though still eyeing the bag she carried. Noticing the repeated glances, Janey giggled. “It’s my diaper bag, silly!” she said in a half-whisper. “A girl can only go so long in one diaper!” Again Danny turned red. It WAS a silly question put that way, it was just that he was at home and unused to having to consider the needs of another diapered person. He glanced around to see if anyone might have overheard her, but to his relief the stairwell they were heading into and the surrounding area appeared to be deserted. Good thing, too, as he had no desire whatsoever for his neighbors to know about his love of infantile underwear. In the middle of his nervousness, though, there appeared another related and highly titillating thought: would she want him to change that “one diaper?” Would she want to change his?! Danny lived on the second floor of the building on the side facing the parking lot. When they got to his door, he pulled out his keys to unlock it, but then paused before opening it, glancing back at Janey and drawing a deep breath. “Look, I’ve got to warn you. My place is a huge mess. I haven’t had any guests since I’ve lived here, and I’ve kinda let the place go.” Janey laughed, a musical sound that somehow put him a little more at ease. “You should have seen my places in college. I once lost my backpack in my bedroom, and didn’t find it until I moved out a year and a half later! Besides,” she added, returning to her half-whisper, “what little boy with nobody to care for him ever has a clean room?” With that, she pushed past him into the dark room. In a moment he was there beside her flipping on the light switch. The room that greeted her eyes was indeed in a sad state of untidiness, but the level of filth was tolerable and getting around was easily possible if one stuck to the trodden paths. All in all she had seen worse, had actually lived in worse. The house she shared with Daddy was in all truth far from immaculate, and without Daddy’s continual tidying, and her own chores often done at his direction, it would probably be almost this bad. Still, he was embarrassed about it and she felt for him, though at the same time she found both the mess and his embarrassment about it kind of cute. Just like a little boy. As if for emphasis, her eyes suddenly alighted on an adult-sized pacifier with a tether, much like many in her own collection, carelessly tossed on a side table. It made her giggle a little, and she reached into the bag hanging from her shoulder and pulled out her own nearly identical binky, except hers was pink. “It’s not so bad,” she said by way of reassurance. “At least you can get around if you’re careful.” Setting her bag down on his couch, she picked her way over to the side table and picked up his pacifier. Turning around, she started back toward him with his in one hand and hers in the other. The look on his face was undefinable; nobody had ever seen his pacifier before, let alone touched it. Yet here she was walking towards him with it in her hand, and there she had one of her own just like it! Stopping in front him where he stood, just having closed the door, she placed hers in her mouth and with her other hand offered to put his in his mouth. “Binky?” she inquired inarticulately, her mouth partly full of silicone nipple. Pausing for just a moment, he opened his mouth to accept the offered pacifier. Both thus binky-fied, they both smiled at each other from behind their face shields. Though neither could have easily defined what it was, something passed between them in that moment. Both visibly relaxed somewhat, and the comfort level in the room went up dramatically. They both stood there silently for a moment, sucking on their pacis and enjoying each other’s company. After a few moments, Janey decided to break the silence. “Pizza?” came her pacifier-garbled inquiry.

This story is now finished, so congratulations, new readers, you'll be able to finish without needing to wait for any further updates from me. There are, however, some things you should be aware before you begin. For first time readers, you should know that this story is a part of another one that I'm currently writing, All My Mother's Rules, covering the backstory of Lisa. The stories can be read in either order. You can start with this one first, or, if you choose to start with All My Mother's Rules, you'll be re-directed back to this story when necessary. A note from me to avoid some confusion. Lisa changes her name from Annabelle to Lisa at the conclusion of this story. (I've removed that name twist and kept her name as Lisa throughout when I've updated and posted the story elsewhere. I'm leaving that element here with this note so there isn't any confusion about her character). Synopsis: Annabelle, a teenage girl with a troubled past and trouble with keeping her pants dry, must confront what has been done to her if she is to begin a new life, one that she hopes will allow her to eventually be free from diapers. Content warning: This is a messed-up story. If profanity, violence, and references to suicide are off-putting, you probably shouldn’t read it. ----- Chapter 1: Therapy Session Present time My legs wobbled slightly as I followed the therapist down the hospital hallway and into her office. Even though a month had passed after the incident, standing for any length of time quickly tired me out, and walking was so much worse. To be fair, I had been offered a wheelchair, but I had turned it down. It wasn't as if I was too embarrassed or prideful to use the wheelchair, but the thought of being constrained... well, that just wasn't going to happen. Not now. Not again. Not ever. My therapist, Miss Amanda, said the room was private. I wasn't inclined to believe her. There was one of those one-way windows installed on the wall. She said it was only used for other clients, like if there was a parent or guardian that needed to be involved. I don't have any of those, well, at least not anymore. Though tiny, the room wasn't so small that it felt constraining. The room was muted, with only few splashes of color. A light-brown leather couch with a couple of bright, plush pillows sat along the wall opposite the fake window. The far wall had a large, flatscreen TV inside of a wood cabinet. "Annabelle, you can take a seat over there," Amanda said, motioning to the couch with her hand. The therapist took a seat herself in a swivel chair that was next to the far end of the couch. The binder Amanda was carrying remained closed. I wondered what it said about me in it. To be more accurate, I worried about what it said about me. In the first few days after the incident, I had talked a lot. Maybe I'd said more than I should have. Probably. But I had thought for once that I would have been believed. I'm still not sure if they do, or, if this therapy session is some sort of test or trick to discover what actually took place. I'm sure the transcripts of those initial interviews are in her binder. There's no way they would have let Amanda begin her first day as my therapist without providing her with that information. I tried to remember everything I had told them. It's not as if I hadn't been truthful, but I wasn't certain yet that I wanted to reveal any more than I already had. I fidgeted on the couch, but that was more due to my nerves being uncomfortable, not my bottom. It would, however, be inaccurate to describe the couch itself as comfortable, even if I didn't happen to be uncomfortable sitting on it. There are few benefits to being incontinent but having what is essentially a portable pillow for your butt is one of them. So, while the cushioning in the couch may have been lacking, the padding in the diaper I had taped on beneath my dress more than made up for it. Amanda opened the binder and began to peruse it silently without saying anything. I didn't get it. Was this some kind of trick into getting me to talk? All I knew about therapists was from what I'd seen on TV, which is to say, I didn't know much. Well fine. Staying silent was my modus operandi so why should I give a shit? A few minutes passed before Amanda looked up from the binder to talk to me. "Do you understand why we are having this conversation?" Amanda asked. Because some judge is worried that I might be a danger to society. That isn't what I said to Amanda though. I just shrugged nonchalantly. "Let's start by talking about how you're feeling right now." Talk about my feelings? Since when has anyone given two fucks, let alone a single one, about my feelings? "I... um... I... I don't know." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Everything made sense in my head. The thoughts and words flowed seamlessly together. I knew exactly how I felt right now. Despite my ongoing efforts to repress those thoughts, Amanda's innocuous question had brought them forward again. I'm lonely after being in the hospital for a month with basically no visitors besides the doctors and nurses who have been caring for me. I'm embarrassed because even though I'm fourteen, I've never been able to move on from needing to wear diapers. And I'm confused, because a month ago I wanted to end my life, and now I want to live, but I have no clue as to what the future could possibly look like for me. But it all became a jumbled mess the moment I began to speak. I closed my mouth, shut my eyes, and curled up in a ball on my couch. Maybe going to juvie instead of this wouldn't be so bad after all. With my eyes closed and my mind all wrapped up in my own thoughts, I didn't notice that Amanda had taken a seat on the couch until she was sitting next to me with her arm tight around my shoulder. "You know what, why don't we do something different. It's only the first session after all." I opened my eyes and nodded, though I didn't turn to look at her. "Do you like to play videogames?" "I don't know." "Annabelle, you need to help me out a little. I'm sure you know if you like video games or not. And if you don't, that's OK. We can find something else to do." How I am supposed to explain to her that I had never been allowed to play videogames? Well, besides that one time. I felt really embarrassed. "But I don't know if I like them." "Why not?" "I.. I wasn't allowed to..." My voice trailed off into a stutter, and I felt Amanda's hand rubbing my shoulder. "Why weren't you allowed to play videogames?" The laughter started with a brief giggle, but I couldn't get it under control. In a few seconds I was laughing so hard that I was crying. This situation wasn't supposed to be funny, but the absurdity and irony of it was more than I could deal with. I gave a better explanation to Amanda a minute later when I finally managed to compose myself. "She said video games caused kids to be violent. You know, Columbine and all that stuff." "I don't think there is much truth to that," Amanda said. "Humans started being violent long before video games were invented. I'll get the Wii set up and we can play for a bit, OK?" Curious, I peaked over Amanda's shoulder as she knelt next to the TV cabinet and got the gaming system plugged in. My excitement to give it a try overpowered my cynicism that this was just a ploy Amanda was using to get on my good side. I mean, I knew that the cynic in me was right, but I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. Amanda handed me the two remotes – Wiimotes, she called them. It was such as stupid pun that it made me giggle again. She started a bowling game on the Wii. Just another thing I'd never done before. After a few gutter balls to start, and one time where I threw the bowling ball backwards and scared all the Miis into jumping, I began to get the hang of it and even managed to pull off a couple of strikes. But the fun was over as quickly as it began. Amanda turned off the TV and placed the controls back in the cabinet. I knew she would be expecting me to be more talkative this time around, but I still wasn't ready for that. "Can I slip out to the restroom?" Amanda gave me a look. I guess her binder did have all my medical information in it as well. I shuffled my feet. Couldn't she just let me get away with saying I needed to go to the restroom? Why did I need to specify that I needed to do it to change my diaper? "To change myself," I added. "Can you wait until we're done?" Amanda asked, clearly feeling like she didn't want to interrupt the momentum she had gained from our gaming session. Why does everyone always assume that having a diaper on means that I can wait forever to go to the bathroom? Like, do they not get that it can be uncomfortable sitting in a wet or messy diaper, or that it will leak or smell if I wait too long? "Well, it might leak." That threat of having to deal with urine all over her couch was more than enough to get Amanda to give me permission to go to the restroom. I grabbed my backpack and slipped out into the hallow to a restroom that was a few doors down. It was a one-person family restroom, always nice for times when I need to change a diaper. I took a seat on the toilet without bothering to raise the lid. I slid my shorts down to my ankles and pulled my ankle-length dress up to my waist. The wetness indicator on the diaper had barely changed. I still hadn't gotten quite used to the new brand of diapers I switched to when I arrived at the hospital. They were more absorbent than I was accustomed to, so sometimes it was hard for me to determine if I needed to change myself without actually taking a look at the diaper. I decided that I didn't need to change myself quite yet. The diaper was slightly wet, but it will more than make it through the rest of the therapy session without any leaks. But the trip to the restroom served a second purpose. It gave me a mental break that I desperately needed. I figured I could at least take my time. It's not like Amanda knows how long it takes to change a diaper. This past month hadn't gone like I had imaged it would. Sure, I had escaped from her, but in my imagination, that had always been the moment where everything in the universe finally fell back in order for me. While I couldn't deny that my life had improved slightly, this still wasn't the life that I dreamed of. I paced back and forth across the restroom. It only took me four steps to go from one wall to the other. I already knew the question Amanda was going to ask when I returned. It wasn't so much that the truth was a problematic answer, but that there was so much to say that I didn't know where to begin. Amanda was seated in the swivel chair and reading through the binder when I returned to the therapy room. Without saying anything, I took a seat on the far end of the couch from her. "Annabelle, are you ready to begin?" No. I'm not at all ready. But does that matter? Not one bit. I stared at my hands as I picked at one of my fingernails. "Annabelle," she said again, sounding a bit impatient. I kept on ignoring her. "Annabelle, look at me. You need to be treating this seriously. You did tell the judge that you agreed to do this." I didn't agree to do shit. When presented with a choice between going through therapy or being sent to juvenile detention, was there really, actually, a choice to be made? "Would you rather just get right to the point?" Amanda asked, gently, but firmly. I relented and nodded silently, waiting for Amanda to continue. "Let's talk about why you tried to kill your mother."

Robert had been supporting one of his favorite cam girls for a few years now. He loved watching camming shows because every week Kayla would spin the wheel. Everyone on the chat would get a chance to have her act out some of their darkest fantasies. The wheel had some items on there that were fun, like "full diaper" or "thirty seconds of baby talk." One time the wheel landed on "Baby Food Challenge," and Kayla had to eat baby food for dinner. Robert thought it was hilarious to watch her sitting in the high chair with peas, beans, and banana jars around her as she tried to make that her dinner for the night. Kayla's cam shows had made quarantine a bit more bearable. His favorite part of Kayla's shows is when she'd look directly at the camera and tell the people on the stream what she'd do to them if they were in the room with her. She'd say how she'd make them mess their diapers or lock them in chastity cages and throw away the key. It was all talk of course, talk that made him harder than a rock. But there's no way he actually would want that in real life. But something about her deep, dark-brown intelligent eyes and her low smooth voice saying, "This will be the last time you cum…" just made him cum instantly. And she could get dirty. It was embarrassing. It was hot. It made him shiver with delight. So you can imagine Robert's excitement when most of the United States had been vaccinated and offered a new prize on the wheel. Most of the wheel's spaces were equal, but this one was so small, there was no way anyone would ever land on that space. It said, "Face to Face." Robert had just gotten his bonus and decided he could afford ten spins of the wheel. After a few spins, he hit the jackpot. "Congratulations Robert," Kayla said, grinning at the camera. "You hit the jackpot. I'll be messaging you with your prize." Robert grinned and shut his laptop for the night. He was pretty excited to figure out what "Face to Face" was. The next day he checked his email and saw a note from Kayla that had the details of "Face to Face." It turned out; it was an actual face-to-face playdate with Kayla. Kayla lived in a nearby city that only meant a few hours of driving. Kayla did have specific instructions. However, she'd be supplying the diapers and they'd only be able to spend an hour together. That was fine with Robert; he'd finally be able to meet someone he felt like he knew more than most people in the world. His diapered queen. His diaper princess. Kayla. In real life Kayla was just like she was on camera, except she was a little taller. But her voice was so sweet, coursing through her veins at each word. His member twinged slightly with anticipation of the playdate. She told him to come into the back bedroom, where there was a changing table, a crib and a few more supplies. After reassuring him that none of the furniture was made by Cozy Fox Furniture (he'd heard those were death traps disguised as Age Play furniture), Robert climbed on up and Kayla took off his pants and then underwear. Robert's cheeks flushed slightly as Kayla giggled at his cock which had sprung to attention. She seemed to have a firm, but gentle touch with him. Kayla sprinkled powder on him, making sure to rub it in all the right places and soon the plastic diaper and all its coziness was wrapped around him and they went to a nearby restaurant to grab some lunch. Robert couldn't help but feel pure happiness as Kayla and he ate together. He had been lonely for the past year as everyone toiled in quarantine and now he was with a new ABDL friend he'd met on a cam site of all places. On the way home, Kayla explained that she doesn't usually meet up with guys she cammed with. But she had been feeling lonely and knew he'd be a good person to meet. She too had felt lonely over these past few months and wanted to thank him for spending time with her. Robert was expecting a card or maybe an extra hour of cam tokens. Instead, she led him to the crib she had in her nursery. Moving aside the ring light, she had him lay down. She removed his shirt and draped it over a nearby chair. Then she pulled off his pants leaving only his diaper and socks on. Kayla told him to lay on his stomach and she climbed on top of him. She patted the back of his diaper, paying close attention in between his legs. "You're such a good baby aren't you?" Kayla said, her deep voice flooding her very core. She squeezed the front of his diaper sending shivers down Robert's spine. "Tell me how much of a good baby you are." "I'm a good baby." Robert said quietly. "Louder." "I'm a good baby." "Very good." Robert felt a soft cuff on his legs as Kayla chained him to the crib. He got very excited. She climbed behind him and straddled him as Robert squirmed and moaned slightly. Then grabbing the bottle of baby oil, she poured some down the front of Robert's diaper and then reached inside and started stroking his cock. Her soft hands gripped his penis, stroking and teasing him to the edge of greatness. Then she started her dirty talk. "You know baby, we only have a few minutes left together." Robert moaned. "Are you going to mess your diaper for mommy?" A jolt went up Robert's spine. She was doing the thing. The dirty talk. But in real life. He grew harder than a rock. "Are you going to mess your diaper every day for mommy?" Kayla asked again, her voice striking at the core of Robert's heart. "Yes." "Try and use complete sentences baby." "I will mess my diaper for mommy." "Every day?" Robert was stuck in the moment. "Yes mommy." She kept stroking. Robert felt her strong thighs wrapped around his crinkly diaper as she pulled him close into her demanding embrace. "You need diapers, don't you baby?" Kaya crooned. "Yes, I need diapers." Robert moaned. "Like a baby." "Like a baby." "You need diapers like a baby…" "I need diapers like a baby." "And you'll eat baby food at every meal?" Robert repeated everything she said. He was drunk off her power. He was so close. "And you'll wear diapers 24/7, to the mall, to work, to the pool, to the beach…" Robert moaned. He was going to cum. "If you cum, everything you said is going to happen." She said into his ear. "You'll be my baby forever." Robert squirmed as he began to feel the orgasm approaching. "Open your eyes baby. I want them to see you when you cum." Wait what? Robert's eyes shot open. He had to blink a few times, Kayla had moved the ring light after all. But he saw the camera in front of them, the green light was on, recording the whole thing. "When you cum, you're going to be in diapers 24/7. You're going to need them." Kayla giggled as panic filled Robert's heart. Then the orgasm was like a wave crashing over his body. He spasmed, he jerked, his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Kayla didn't stop stroking; she kept going as his legs shook and spasmed. The sensitive head of his penis slipped between her fingers as she giggled and softly kissed him on the cheek and whispered, you're mine. Robert collapsed back onto her chest as Kayla stood up, giggling and closed the laptop. The euphoria of what just happened was still filling his body as Kayla came back to the crib. "Did you have fun baby?" she asked. Robert nodded as he felt her holding his hand, then a tightening. "Wait, what are you doing?" Robert asked, trying to sit up. "Locking you in for the night." Kayla said, "You have a long stay here." Kayla stood up and raised the side of the crib. "Wait, what?" Robert struggled for a moment. The straps wouldn't budge. "Looks like you made me $7,000 tonight." Kayla was looking at her phone. "You didn't actually have that on did you???" Robert asked, shocked, the fear welling up. "That wasn't just to build up the fantasy?" "No baby." Kayla said, laughing. "They all liked you." Robert's blood ran cold. "Let me up, now." Kayla shook her head. "You told me you wanted to be a baby and I told you if you cummed into your diapers you'd have to do what you said." "THAT WAS ALL PART OF THE…" "There was no scene." Kayla laughed. "You really don't get it do you?" She stopped at the door, with a serious look on her face. "I didn't invite you here to play Robert. No, baby. Not at all. You're here to become one of my babies. One of my cute adorable drooling babies. I have three so far and you'll meet them later once you learn your place. By the end of the week you'll be fitted with your chastity cage and you'll finish your first week on an all baby food diet. I can't wait to get you on the numbing cream so you won't be able to feel your hands again so you can't pick anything up. Starting tomorrow, you'll be eating a high fiber diet so you'll be making messies in your diapers twice a day and you'll be drinking lots of bottles so your diapers will always be wet. "Oh Robert, you thought I'd invite just anyone to my nursery. You're going to be my drooling, messy baby by the end of this month and you'll never have to be lonely again." Kayla turned off the light and shut the door. All Robert could hear was the crinkling of his diaper as he struggled to get free.

https://wcti12.com/amp/news/local/dozens-of-adult-diapers-spilled-on-the-side-of-a-pitt-county-highway What is it with North Carolina and adult diapers? https://www.northcarolinahealthnews.org/2020/12/22/rural-areas-see-a-rise-in-demand-for-adult-diapers/

Hi, Maybe this is a little late with the vaccine coming out. But just wondering what people are doing to fight off isolation of COVID? Just been kinda in a rut and part of it is from isolation of COVID. Also, just don’t have a lot of friends to hangout with. Any fun thoughts or things you do or did to fight off isolation would be greatly appreciated.

Hey everyone, A little bit ago I told my girlfriends that I like to wear diapers for fun. I worried and feared the moment for two days before, but after I told her all she had to say was, " ok cool. Its not that weird". And that was more or less the end of the conversation. I told her to ask anything she wanted to know and she was just kinda cool with it. I didn't mention any of the more AB aspects of myself. I do think she would be open to trying things, for instance I really want for her to tell me when to wear a diaper, and make me wear one, but I'm not sure how to introduce her this this side of me in a slow and sensitive way without seeming like I'm forcing it on her. She hasn't yet seen me wear one since we are living a bit far apart for a short time and hasn't brought the subject up since, but I wanted to learn how to navigate these new and exciting times from people who have done it. Also, I'm not sure if I would call myself a true AB, but I do love a cute printed diaper and onesie so I figured this would be the best place to ask. Thanks for any advice. ☺️

Hi there, I hate to post every other day but I am trying to figure out how to manage my incontinence so that is why I’m asking another question. I do identify with the label of incontinent and would call my case mild. However, I am not sure how I would get more specific about it. I am a wheelchair user and I sometimes struggle with making it on time. The part where I’m torn is that I usually do not have genuine accidents but sometimes I am “forced” to because it literally gets painful holding it in while waiting for the handicap stall and I cannot get out of my chair and transition to the toilet by myself because I will wet my pants. Would you call this urge incontinence? I feel like I’m potty trained but my incontinence is more about environmental factors than biological/physiological factors. I hope I’m not being annoying but I want to figure out how to communicate my disability to other people

Hi Brian, Thank you for replying! Currently I use briefs which is similar to a diaper except it can only hold a small bowel movement. I think I will need adult diapers eventually but my main type of incontinence is urinary incontinence. Right now I’m new to this so I probably would ironically have an accident if anyone pointed out that I was wearing a brief/diaper. I might wear diapers eventually but right now I’m most comfortable with wearing a brief.

I watched the whole thing. The crib definitely needs work on the extension. Hope someone can fix it for her.

Chapter 8: Movie Night "Mommy, please," I whined, whimpering as I followed mom into the bathroom. The tile was cold against my bare feet and the soggy diaper sagging between my legs was growing ever more uncomfortable with every minute. I pulled on it, feeling on the verge of tears as my eyes watered. "I know, I know," Mom cooed, giving me a slight smile as she rubbed my back, "Just give mommy a couple of seconds to start your bath, sweetheart." I whimpered again, continuing to pull at the diaper as mom turned away from me, putting her focus on the tub as opened the faucet, allowing water to flow into the tub. She waited there for another minute, ignoring me as I grew ever antsier, ever more irritated with my wet diaper. But she paid no mind as she ran her hand under the water a couple more times, testing the water temperature before setting the plug to let the tub fill, finally turning back to me. "Alright," Mom cooed, reaching for my dress, "Let's get you ready for your bath." I held my arms up as she pulled the dress up over my head, leaving me in my wet diaper as she tossed it into a nearby laundry hamper. I stepped to follow her out of instinct, not wanting to stray far from her side in my moment of discomfort, but she soon returned, smiling at me as she reached for the tapes of my diaper. The distinct sound of velcro ripping followed, and with that sound came a feeling of relief as the diaper fell to the ground, laying between my feet. Gone was the weight of the soggy thing, the coldness of the pee that had been irritating my skin. "Better now?" Mom asked, reaching for my pigtails. I nodded, wincing as her fingers worked on my hair, pulling on the little bands that had been holding my hair all day. It was always an uncomfortable feeling as mom pulled on the elastics, a brief discomfort, and then all that tension fell away as the little band was cut away. Mom brushed my hair out with her fingers, letting it fall down past my shoulders before moving to the other side. Again, I winced, there was a brief discomfort as the band was pulled on, and then it was cut away. "You're going to need a haircut soon," Mom said, massaging my head and scalp for a moment to relieve any tension that had been there, "Maybe we can go get you a haircut next week." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. One that didn't bother me. I was already feeling relaxed and happy again as mom collected the little bands and my wet diaper from the ground, depositing the bands in the trash and balling my diaper up, setting it aside on the counter for later disposal. "Now, how about we get you all scrubbed up and squeaky clean," Mom said, returning to my side, stopping the faucet, bathing the room in deafening silence as the water stopped running. I nodded, letting mom grab me under my arms as she started to lift me up. My eyes focused on the water, on the stillness of the surface, and then my face wrinkled. Something was wrong, different. "No!" I screamed, pushing away from mom, wriggling in her arms until she set me back down, her own eyes were wide, searching for what had caused me to freak. "What's the matter, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Mom asked, kneeling in front of me, keeping hold of my arms as she looked me in the eyes, worry flooding her face. "Bubbles." Mom sighed at that one word, let herself relax again as she let out a slight chuckle, pulling me in for a hug. "Silly mommy, I almost forgot," She said, rubbing my back as she stood again, crossing over to her sink where she opened the cabinet underneath, pulling out a little pink bottle. "Can you help mommy make some bubbles?" I nodded, following mom over to the edge of the tub where she poured in some of the liquid mixture from the bottle, using her hands to mix it around the bath. I stood next to her, helping to move the water around, watching expectantly as bubbles started to form on the surface. "Are you ready now?" "Uh-huh," I said, nodding as mom grabbed me under the arms once again and lifted me over the side of the tub. My feet touched the water first. It was warm and soothing, the perfect temperature. And as I was sat inside, my muscles seemed to go limp as the warm water pulled me into a state of relaxation. I sat there for a few minutes, mesmerized in my own thoughts as I stared at the steam rising from the water, my hands playing with bubbles floating atop the water. My mind was snapped back to as mom ran a washcloth over my back, her touch was gentle and caring, it felt good. And so I sank into her arms, letting her have control of me as she washed my body, working her way down my back and across my bottom before reaching for my arms and then my chest and belly. Soon, she was working her way down the rest of my body, over my diaper area and down my legs, ending with my feet, something that made me giggle and squirm as the cloth tickled the bottoms of my feet. "Can you sit back for me, sweetheart?" I nodded, and laid back against the edge of the tub, closing my eyes as mom poured a cup of water over my head, wetting my hair. The soothing feeling of shampoo being massaged into my scalp followed as mom took care in washing my hair, letting her fingers linger there for a bit as I enjoyed the moment. The warm water, the comforting touch, the pleasant smell of baby shampoo. It all brought back pleasant memories. Memories from when I was younger, from when I was an actual toddler. It was a warm feeling, loving. One that I never wanted to go away. I wanted it to last forever. "Close your eyes, sweetheart." I did as I told as more water was poured over my head, rinsing the shampoo out as it ran down my head and into the bathwater, adding to the already soapy mixture. I let out a breath, a sigh as mom kissed the back of my head, her fingers playing with my hair as we sat there for a few more minutes, mother and daughter, mother and baby. "Are you ready to get out?" I nodded, looking at my pruned fingers as mom pulled the plug on the tub, letting the water start to drain out, and with it, the warmth that it had brought. She helped me to stand in the tub and then pulled me out and wrapped me in a fluffy towel as I shivered in the air. Her arms hugged me and held me close as she dried me off. "Let's go get your diaper on," Mom said, pressing her hand against my back as she urged me from the bathroom and back to their bedroom, back to where my crib and changing table were. She left me standing there, wrapped in my towel as she busied herself, picking out a pair of footed pajamas and a fresh diaper to dress me in for the night. And as I waited, an idea slipped into my head. I giggled at it, at the thought of playful defiance. "What's so funny?" Mom asked, turning around to pick me up. "Nothing," I said, continuing to giggle as I stepped away from her, my eyes narrowing as more giggles escaped my lips. It was simple, if she wanted to diaper me, she was going to have to catch me first. "What's so funny?" Mom asked, trying to pick me up once again. This time, I slipped past her, dropping the towel as I ran from her and towards the door to the hallway. Mom followed behind me, laughing herself as I streaked across the bedroom in my birthday suit. "What are you doing, naked girl?" She asked, trying to contain her laughter as she chased me about the room, indulging me with this little game of tag. "You got to catch me, mommy," I giggled, running from the room and down the hallway, looking over my shoulder as I ran. And then I was wrapped in a pair of arms, caught in their embrace as I was lifted up and carried bridal style back to the room. "Where are you going without a diaper, young lady?" Dad asked, laughing as I squirmed and giggled in his arms, fighting to be free. But he held me tight, and soon I was laying on my back on their bed, still squirming, still wriggling about as I laughed and giggled, playfully kicking at mom's hands as she brought the diaper over. "Are you going to lay still so I can get your diaper on?" Mom asked, trying to compose herself as she grabbed for my feet, trying to stop my kicks. "Nu-uh," I said, shaking my head as dad held my arms still. He leaned over, blowing a raspberry against my tummy, making me giggle and laugh harder. Mom used the distraction to grab my ankles and lift my bottom, sliding the diaper underneath me. At the feel of the soft diaper, and an ache starting in my side from laughing so hard, I calmed down, catching my breath as mom brought over some cream and powder. Dad kept hold of me, making silly faces at me, getting me to laugh as mom finished diapering me. And then I was let up. I turned and attacked dad, playfully wrestling with him as mom retrieved my footed pajamas. "Emily," Mom said, patting the side of the bed, "Let's get your jammies on, sweetheart." I looked at her and then back at dad, not wanting this moment of play to end. "Go on, pumpkin," Dad said, patting my diapered bottom, "Once your jammies are on we can go get some ice cream." Ice cream. I had forgotten about it. Had forgotten about our movie night. A renewed excitement returned to my body as I crawled over to mom, laying at the edge of the bed as she slipped the footed pajamas up my feet. and over my bottom. She stood me up to finish pulling up my body and over my arms and then zipped it the front up, snapping the zipper closed at the top. "Ready?" She asked, pulling me into her arms. "Ready," I said, nodding as I was carried from the room. Minutes later, we were in the kitchen, I was sitting on a stool, waiting with a bowl in front of me as dad brought two containers of ice cream over. "Chocolate or Vanilla?" Dad asked, setting the two containers of ice cream in front of me. "That one," I said, pointing at the chocolate. Dad smiled, laughing. "How did I know that already?" He asked, popping open the container of ice cream. "Chocolate's my favorite," I said, leaning over to watch him scoop the ice cream. "You and me both," Dad said, dropping two scoops in my bowl, letting the ice cream fall in between the banana sitting on either side. It was the beginning of a banana split, a delicacy to say the least. "Now," Dad said, leaning across the counter, bopping me on the nose, "It's time for the best part." "Toppings!" "That's my girl." I giggled, watching as dad retreated, first to a cabinet, pulling out a mix of bottles and containers, and then to the fridge where he grabbed an equal amount of items, bringing them all over to me. Sprinkles, chocolate and caramel sauce, whipped cream, chocolate chips, and even brownie bites. It was a sight to behold. "I want all of them," I said, reaching across the counter and for the container of brownie bites. "All of them?" Dad asked, laughing as he helped me open the container. "Yeah." "Alright, one sugar rush coming up," He said, watching as I placed two brownie pieces on either side of my ice cream. The next few minutes were a mix of dad helping, and me doing as we added the rest of the toppings to my ice cream, laughing and giggling as we did so, turning the kitchen into a disaster zone in the process as sprinkles and chocolate sauce found their way onto the kitchen counter. And the end result, a heaping bowl of ice cream and banana, topped with all the chocolatey and sugary goodness known to man. All capped off with a heavy dose of whipped cream. It was a masterpiece, and it was all mine. "Here," Dad said, handing me the bowl with a spoon as she ushered me off to the living room with a couple of diaper pats, "Go show mommy and I'll be over in a minute." "Ok," I said, walking from the kitchen to the living room where I stood in front of mom, a smile beaming across my face as I giggled, showing her what I had made. "Oh, wow," Mom said, "Do you want me to hold that for a second while you sit down?" "Yes please," I said, letting mom take the bowl as I climbed onto the couch, taking a spot in the middle beside mom. She handed me the bowl, letting me dig into the mound of awesomeness as I started to fill my mouth and tastebuds with chocolatey, sugary goodness. A few minutes later, the kitchen lights shut off and I turned to see dad coming around the couch, a bowl of ice cream in each of his hands. One for him and one for mom. "Thank you," Mom said. "Your welcome," Dad said, taking a seat beside me, on the other side of the couch, "Now what do you say we get this movie started up?" "Mmm-hmm," I nodded, my mouth full of ice cream and my face covered in it as dad started the TV up, switching to the movie. "You didn't by chance bring her a bib, did you?" Mom asked, doing her best to wipe my face with nearby tissue. "I must have forgotten it," Dad said, his voice playful and eyes guilty as he started the movie up. "Is that so," Mom countered, equally playful, while I giggled, stuffing myself with my more ice cream. It was minutes later when the clanking of metal against ceramic stopped as bowls of ice cream were scrapped clean. "Are you finished?" Mom asked, nudging me as she reached for my bowl. I nodded, letting her take the empty bowl from me as she stood to make a trip to the kitchen. With her being gone and no more ice cream to occupy me, I laid out on the couch resting my head on dad's lap, curling up under one of the many blankets as the movie continued to play. The colorful characters were funny and I giggled at their antics, enjoying the singing mixed in with it all. Mom returned minutes later and took her spot once again. She leaned over, placing a pacifier in front of my face. "Just in case you want it," She whispered, patting my diaper before settling back in. I looked at the pacifier for a second, the urge to pull it into my mouth and suckle growing stronger with it in front of me. It was a feeling of need, a fixation, something that I needed to do. And so, with a quick glance at mom, I popped it into my mouth, suckling it as I settled back in to watch the movie, more relaxed now, happier, content with the night. Everything was just the way it was supposed to be. All of us cuddled up together and watching a movie. I felt happy, loved. And even dad seemed to be getting into the Trolls movie, laughing and giggling with me every time something funny happened, and then gasping and acting shocked when unexpected things happened. It made me feel cared about. A moment of family bonding. And I was loving every bit of it. Every bit of tonight. Every bit of this baby treatment. It was growing on me, and I on it. The snug warmth wrapped around my hips and bottom brought a special kind of comfort and security that was hard to explain. It was a while after that, and a good way into the movie when our trio moved once again. I was starting to feel the first effects of sleepiness, rubbing my eyes as I laid there on the couch, watching the movie. It had been a good while since I had been allowed to stay up this late, and my new enforced bedtime was showing its effects. "Do you guys want any popcorn?" Mom asked, standing up. "I would love some," Dad said, also standing, disturbing my resting place in the process, "Sorry pumpkin, daddy's got to use the bathroom real quick." Bathroom. The need to go. The need to pee. I felt it too, but unlike dad, I didn't have to worry about holding it until I got to the bathroom, I didn't have to worry about getting up. Instead, I let myself relax my body as I let my bladder go, flooding my diaper with the fresh warmth of urine. And I was still all warm and cozy and comfortable snuggled up under my blanket. "Emily, do you want some popcorn, sweetheart?" I shook my head. "Do you want anything else?" I thought for a second and then nodded. "Can I have some milk, please?" "Warm or cold?" "Warm please." "Sure thing, sweetheart." And with that, I was left alone on the couch, watching the movie and suckling my pacifier as I awaited my parents' return. The sound of popping popcorn sounded in the background and was soon met with the flush of a toilet. Dad was the first to return, and snuggled back in next to me, letting me rest my head back on his lap. Mom returned minutes later and handed dad a bowl of popcorn and me my bottle. I let the pacifier fall from my mouth and lay in front of me as I took the nipple of the bottle into my mouth, nursing the warm milk as I watched the movie. The milk was warm and soothing as it trickled down my throat. It had a hint of vanilla mixed in with its already sweet tones, and it was thick. I knew enough by now to know that it wasn't actually milk, but formula. But that stream of thought ended as my attention was drawn back to the movie, back to the characters who had managed to work their way into the Rock Trolls lair. Things were starting to heat up and I didn't want to miss a single second. At least, that's what I told myself, but my body had other ideas. With my already tired eyes and the addition of warm formula, I was being lulled to sleep as the movie continued. I fought it, tried to fight it, but my eyes kept getting heavier and heavier and my head began to drop as the world around me seemed to fade away. I was losing the fight. Even the bottle in my hands felt heavy, a burden that was too difficult to hold up. And then that weight was gone. I opened my eyes to see dad holding my bottle, letting me continue to nurse as he held it there, and then he pulled the nipple from my mouth, making me whimper. "I know, I know," He said, rubbing my back as I sat up and rubbed my eyes, letting that feeling of sleep fade away for a second. He held his arms out, welcoming me into his lap, an invitation I gladly accepted as I made myself comfortable in his arms, laying my head in the crook of his arm as I glanced over at mom. She too was sleeping, her head resting against the arm of the couch with gentle snores escaping her sleeping form. "Do you still want your bottle, pumpkin?" I nodded, letting dad slip the nipple into my mouth, holding the bottle for me as I nursed. We locked eyes for a moment, his smile beaming down on me with love and joy. We held that gaze for a few moments and then the temptation of the movie grabbed my attention once again, drawing my eyes to the screen as I continued to nurse from the bottle. And minutes after, with some milk still left in the bottle, the movie ended. I felt inclined to move, inclined to stand up, to do something. But when I tried to pull myself away from the bottle and dad's lap, his arms held me still and the nipple remained in my mouth. "It's alright, pumpkin," Dad cooed, "Just relax, it's alright to sleep, daddy's got you." I settled back in with those soothing words, relaxing into dad's warm body as the TV shut off, bathing the room in a darkness only illuminated by the stove light from the kitchen. And we sat there together, cuddled up as I continued to nurse, letting my eyes grow heavy with sleep once again as I drained the bottle. And then there was nothing left. I whimpered, opening my eyes as I sucked in air, a whimper that was met with gentle cooes and whispers as dad pulled the bottle out and replaced it with my pacifier, coaxing me to settle back down, coaxing me to sleep as the darkness of slumber pulled me under once again. The sound of velcro ripping pulled my mind back awake. It took a second for my brain to catch up, for things to come back into focus. And as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, suckling my pacifier, I felt a familiar sensation against my bottom, a baby wipe, it's chilly, soothing touch as it ran across my bottom. Only, it was a new feeling. The hands holding my ankles were larger than mom's, stronger, rougher. And the hand wiping my bottom went about it differently, there was more force behind the wipe, a quicker hand, less gentle, but not uncomfortable. My face wrinkled and as I looked to the side, my eyes went wide. It was dad. He was the one holding my legs. He was the one wiping my bottom. he was the one changing my diaper. There was a moment of panic as that realization set in. The pacifier fell from my mouth as I started to whimper, tears formed on my cheeks. "Hey, hey, it's ok, pumpkin," Dad cooed, trying to push the pacifier back into my mouth, his eyes wide and filled with panic as he tried to soothe and calm me. "What's the matter, baby?" What's the matter? The awkwardness, the newness, the shock, the difference? I wasn't sure myself. I didn't understand my own emotions. All I knew was that dad hadn't changed my diaper before, not since I was an actual baby, and the thought of him being the one to change me flipped a switch inside my head. I wanted mom, and he wasn't mom. "Hey, sweetheart," A new voice whispered. Mom. Her fingers ran through my hair, her smile and tired eyes meeting mine as I looked up at her. She picked up the pacifier from where it had fallen on the changing mat and held it up to my mouth, pressing it against my lips. "It's ok, you're ok, baby, it's just daddy," She cooed, "He's just changing your diaper, that's all." And she was right. It was just a diaper change. It was just a father changing his daughter's diaper. That was all. I sighed, letting myself relax as I took the pacifier again, suckling it as dad went back to wiping my bottom. And just like any other diaper change, it was over in a matter of minutes. The wipes were put away, a layer of cream was rubbed into my bottom and diaper bits, and then a dusting of powder was sprinkled on top of that. And before I knew it, I was back in a diaper, back being hugged by that comforting warmth and security. And moments after that, my footed jammies were zipped back up. "There we go," Dad cooed, pulling me from the changing pad and into his arms, letting my head lay against his shoulder. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked, moving to the rocking chair. I shook my head, moving in his arms as we both snuggled into the chair, his rocking and firm touch lulling me back to sleep. His soft smile and loving eyes knowing that I was safe. That I was loved. That I was cared for. I was in daddy's arms, and that was all that mattered.

Sorry to say im not gonna be able to rite a Chapter today but i will try to get one done Tomorow. I hope you guys look forward to the first time in the Park.

As a Middle this is just.....

Well, you get to find out soon! Chapter 7 Jerry yawned, rolling over in his crib and clutching Mister Horsey tightly. The stuffy was a little lumpy, a little worn with love, a few patches where he’d been ripped, but it was Jerry’s favorite. He liked to snuggle with it every night. Mister Horsey certainly never complained about all the cuddling. Pulling the covers up tighter, Jerry scooted around and bumped into the bars of his crib. He blinked, opening his eyes a little to look at them. Something was… off. The room was the same as it had always been. His crib was in the middle, there was a window on the wall, a big painting of a toddler on a rocking horse hung over the dresser and the changing table. His diaper pail looked to be in need of being taken out, but that didn’t really bother him. He couldn’t place what was wrong. He frowned, blearily, pulling Mister Horsey closer. The spinning mobile above his crib caught his attention for a few seconds, little toy horses and cows and chickens bobbing up and down in a soothing little pattern, distracting him. The mobile spun, slowly, morning light casting shadows that danced in a pretty way. Again, Jerry frowned. He didn’t remember… or… no. This is right. I’m cozy, and Karen will be here soon to wake me up and change my diaper. Everything was fine. Jerry pulled his blankie closer, clutched Mister Horsey to his chest, and dozed off once again. He wasn’t sure how much longer it was before Karen did just what he’d expected, but eventually she was there, standing over his crib, gently shaking him awake. “Nuuuuh…” he protested, softly, wanting to stay in bed. “It’s time to wake up, sweetie,” Karen said. “A whole new day. Aren’t you excited?” Jerry rubbed at his eyes, blinking a few times as he woke up. Karen was smiling down at him, and he returned the expression, nodding. Reaching to the nightstand, Karen picked up his pacifier and extended it, holding out the bulb so that he could take it. Jerry accepted the pacifier, suckling on it happily. It was a good morning. Everything was good. Jerry had nothing to worry about at all. Karen dropped the side of the crib and helped him up, squeezing the crotch of his diaper to test how full it was. “Looks like you need a change, lil guy!” Of course he did - that’s what his nighttime diapers were for, after all! Holding her hand, Jerry got up onto the changing table, tapping his fingers on his chest while Karen went about the process of changing his diaper. It didn’t take her long - it never did. He went from soggy to dry in under a minute, and then he was back on his feet, stomach grumbling in anticipation of breakfast. Billy had cooked, as always. With a hand from Karen, Jerry got up into his high chair. It was an old, wooden thing, hand crafted, painted baby blue, with little ducks decorating the tray. That tray was locked into place, and then Karen scooped up a bowl of oatmeal, adding just a little milk and sprinkling brown sugar over the top to sweeten it. Before he could eat, of course, he needed his bib. Karen tied it around his neck, doting on him all the while, taking out his pacifier and setting it aside for the moment so she could feed him. Jerry ate one spoonful at a time. Karen would scoop it up from the bowl, move it towards his mouth, and wait for him to open and accept the food. Most of the oatmeal would end up in his mouth and he’d swallow it down, then repeat the step until he was full. He was vaguely aware of the big kids eating over at their own table, but they were a separate entity as far as he was concerned. Too grown-up for him to hang out with, and besides, why would he want to? With the bowl of oatmeal empty, Karen wiped off his face with his bib, and right as she got done with that, Billy passed over a glass bottle full of warm milk. Excitedly, Jerry suckled on the bottle, the delicious elixir trickling down his throat until he felt warm and cozy and full. “Good breakfast?” Karen asked, though she already knew the answer. Setting down his bottle, Jerry nodded, happily. She smiled, put his pacifier back in, and helped him down from the high chair. “Now, it’s chore time,” she said, smiling. “So why don’t you go play in the back yard while the grown ups get our work done. Is that okay, Jerry?” He beamed back up at her, nodding. She gave him a pat on the butt, and he hurried off on his way, toddling out the back door. Outside, it was another nice day. Jerry ran around in circles, found a cool stick, played with the dog. He invented fanciful stories in his head, where he was a cowboy or a space man or a superhero. The adults waved whenever they walked by, and he waved back, but he was off in his own universe. Karen, at least, did more than just wave. When she walked out the back door and passed him, she stopped, strolling over. “Hey there, Jerry. Are you having fun?” Jerry nodded, enthusiastically. “Looks like your diaper’s just about full,” she pointed out. He frowned, shaking his head and taking a step back, avoiding eye contact. Rolling her eyes, Karen said, “You just don’t want to stop playing so I can change you, huh?” Sheepishly, he nodded. It was true, and there wasn’t much good in denying it. “Here…” Karen crouched down, extending her arms and gesturing for him to approach. “Come here, Jerry!” He wasn’t sure what she was planning, but he obeyed, stepping close enough that she could reach out to him. Karen undid the tapes, dropping his diaper off his waist and balling it up. “You could use a little time airing out, anyways! Just be sure to find an adult and have them change you into a fresh diaper before you go back inside, okay? We don’t want any accidents on the furniture.” Jerry jumped up and down, excitedly, happy to get back to playing without any interruptions. While she left, taking the diaper with her so it could be thrown in a waste bin, he just resumed his imaginary games. The sun drifted across the sky, occasionally shadowed by big, puffy clouds. Idyllic weather. Perfect weather, even. The whole week had been nothing but perfect weather, perfect fun. Jerry couldn’t have imagined that his trip could have been so… fun. His... trip? He hesitated for a moment. His memory was hazy. He’d… He stood there, confused. His name was Jerry. He played on the ranch. Karen took care of him, while the big kids learned and the adults kept things running. When he got big, he wanted to be a cowboy. It felt like something was missing, but he couldn’t imagine what. It was like deja vu. But… after a minute, he decided it didn’t matter. He was happy, wasn’t he? So why bother worrying about it? He could ask Karen, later, but she didn’t seem worried either, and if she wasn’t worried, why would he be? He got back to playing. He skipped around the ranch house, ran up to watch the horses gallop when the big kids were riding, just spun in circles until he was dizzy because he could. Finally, Karen came to collect him. Bathtime was next. Karen walked him up to her bedroom, filled the tub with lots of bubbles, and got out a couple plastic toy ships for him to play with while he was in the water. It was delightful. He splashed a little, but Karen only chuckled and chided him softly not to make a mess. It was so much more fun than showering, like he’d been doing when… “Kawe’?” he asked, frowning. Karen, who was keeping a watchful eye on him while he was in the tub, knelt down and smiled. “What is it, Jerry?” “Am I not wemebewigning?” he asked. He struggled with the word, and furrowed his brow, concentrating on it. “Me-wembewing. We… membew… ring.” “I don’t know what you’re saying, silly,” Karen said, ruffling his hair. “But you’re doing alright. You have nothing to worry about, I promise you.” “O-tay, buh…” he frowned. There wasn’t a good way to ask his question, because he wasn’t exactly sure what the problem was. Something was just a little… off. “I feew wike I fo-got.” “Forgot what?” Karen tilted her head. “Your pacifier is on the counter, your stuffie - sorry, ‘Mister Horsey’ - is still in your crib. Is one of your other toys missing?” “No…” Jeremy said. “I…” “When the bath is over and you’ve eaten lunch, do you want to ride a horsey for a bit?” YES! Jerry nodded enthusiastically, grinning ear to ear. “Uh-huh!” “That’s what I thought you’d say,” Karen smiled. “Now, let’s get some suds on that dirt and get you washed up, okay?” “And then howsey?” “And then the horsey!” Jerry was more than willing to put up with the washing, excitedly waiting for Karen to be done so he could go play cowboy. She still did a thorough job, shampoo and conditioner, washing behind the ears, thorough rinsing, the works - but it went by in a breeze. While the tub drained, Karen dried him off with a fluffy towel and they walked back to his bedroom so she could get him changed. A fresh, crinkly diaper made sure he wouldn’t have any accidents, and this time she picked out a snug onesie for him to wear, decorated with a drawing of a red barn and a couple cows. She snapped the buttons on the crotch, then stepped back, smiling. “Now, let’s go get you some food, okay?” “Bu’, you said howses!” Jerry protested. “I said you could ride a horsey after you ate,” Karen corrected. “You’re a hungry little mister. Let’s get some food in your belly, okay?” It was difficult to wait, but he trusted her. Waddling to the kitchen, he got Billy’s help getting into his high chair, and waited to be fed his chicken nuggets. “Huwwy!” he pleaded, as Billy cut up the nuggets in half and then fed him, one bite at a time, dipping each piece in ketchup before feeding it to Jerry. “What’s the rush, kiddo?” Billy asked. “Are you that hungry?” “No,” Jerry said, talking with his mouth full. “Kawen pwomised I could wide after wunch!” “Oh, well then, I see why it’s so urgent!” Billy smirked. “But you’ve still got to eat all your food, so you can get big and strong, okay?” “Umph- okay!” Jerry said, grunting a little bit as he leaned forward in his high chair. Why’s Billy looking at me like that? For some reason, Billy pinched his nose as he fed Jerry the rest of his nuggets, and when it came time for his lunchtime bottle, he first raised the high chair tray. “Here, buddy, you can drink this on the way.” “Oh’ de way?” Jerry asked. “To get your stinky diaper changed, silly!” Oooh. He suckled on the bottle as he waddled back to his room, where Billy gave him a hand back up on the changing table. While he drank the warm milk, Billy dealt with his dirty diaper. “You’re getting a bit of a rash there, Jerry,” he commented. “I think you could use a little more airing out time.” “O-tay,” Jerry agreed, mostly concerned with drinking his milk. Once he was wiped clean, Billy pulled his onesie off, folded it up, and said, “Now, wait here. I think Karen’s got a surprise for you. Nodding, Jerry suckled on the bottle, draining it dry while Billy left to go get her. When Karen came back, she was pulling a big cardboard box behind her. That got Jerry’s attention. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” Karen said, smiling at him. “Do you want to see it?” “Uh-huh!” Jerry said. “It’s an old family heirloom,” Karen added. “But I know you’ll just love it. Close your eyes, and promise not to peek!” “Buh, I wanna see now!” Jerry protested. She laughed. “It’ll only take a moment!” Sighing, he covered his face with his hands, peeking between his fingers. Chuckling, Karen just let him get away with it, pulling the box free and revealing what was beneath it. Jerry gasped with delight. A rocking horse! A real, wooden rocking horse, with a soft mane and a handle for him to hold. “Yay!” he all but screamed, hopping to his feet. “Ca’ I wide it? Pwease?” Karen held up a finger. “What do we say first?” “Uh… pwease?” he asked, confused. “No, not that. When you get a gift, you say…” Karen trailed off, prompting him. “Oh! Fank ‘ou, Kawen!” She beamed. “Good boy. You can ride as much as you want.” Giggling, Jerry got up onto the horse, leaning back and forth. The wood creaked a little, but it was well built, and didn’t wobble or feel unstable at all. He could rock as much as he wanted, as fast as he wanted, and it would handle it like a champ. “It’s your very own horse,” Karen said, crouching. “Until you’re big enough to ride a real one!” Jerry just giggled, excitedly rocking. It was a thrill, almost as good as… well, he didn’t know what the real thing was like, but he imagined it was just as good. “Have yourself some fun,” Karen said. “I’ve got some more work to do, but you can play in here as long as you want, okay? And maybe you can even come up with a name for him!” “Howsey!” Jerry declared, already set on a name. “But your stuffie is named Horsey,” Karen pointed out. “Are they both ‘Horsey’?” “He’f ‘Mistah howsey’!” Jerry corrected. “No’ Howsey!” “Oh, I see!” Karen chuckled. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.” She did, and Jerry enthusiastically rocked back and forth, giggling all the while. It was the best day ever. He was the happiest he could remember being. It was just him, on Horsey, pretending to be a cowboy. As he played, he had a thought, one that made him giggle. He looked just like the kid in the painting. If you like my writing and want to support me, please consider subscribing to my Patreon. You get early access, exclusive stories, and you help me to continue writing. ❤️ https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling

I won't. For whatever reason, people have been ignoring me after I mention that my dog died. Really bizarre. Nonetheless, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind words, I truly appreciate them!

Keep up the good work!

One way to deal with it might be to get some hobbies that can be done from home, maybe take up 3D modeling with tinkercad or programming, web design. If that's not your thing you could try writing, cooking or gaming. Really anything to keep you busy and keep your mind feeling productive. That's usually what I do when I feel a little down. Helps pass the time and keep your brain active.

@repetitivediaperwetter88 I am sorry to hear of your loss: This damn virus is the worst thing I have seen: It knows no bounds, it does not discriminate: I think one of the hardest things I've had to deal with in my life was, when at 7, they had to bury my Late Brother in the ground. I send my sincerest and deepest condolences, and I pray that you will be OK - Please know that you have friends here, and we are here for you if/when needed. Brian

My wife just bought me this a week ago: https://amazon.com/gp/product/B07FMBF2QB It hasn't got here yet but I'm kinda excited for it. Here's a picture for those who don't want to go to the link.

@rusty pins Just think sweetie in 1980 I was just a 15 year old promiscuous diaper loving teen girl. I didn't know and really didn't care of the dangers of meeting strangers in dark places. At that age we are invincible and unbeatable. I went to hotels and motels and met many female diaper lovers my age and older. There were the few males I did meet when I was seventeen and a lot more experienced. I look back now forty years ago and would not advise this to any under aged girl or even an eighteen year old boy. I took many chances at that age and if my parents ever found out it would have been an ass whipping of major proportions. Does young and dumb and full of cum make any sense to anyone ? I was the wild one and I admit it, and it prepared me for life.

Interesting concept for an ABDL story, I hope there is a sequel in the works.

I am so sorry for your loss. May you never forget her in your heart. ?

Sam is adjusting to having Elizabeth as her guardian. She spends her first night with her caretaker before getting ready for her first full day as a baby. --- 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 --- Once dinner was complete Sam was let out of the highchair and she gladly dropped on to the floor. It was the first time she had really walked around since Officer Jones had picked her up in the drug house. “I’ll let you walk.” Elizabeth said with a voice that suggested this was a big treat for Sam, “But if you’re naughty you can expect that privilege taken away.” Sam remained quiet as she followed Elizabeth into the living room. She found it impossible to ignore the freshly wet diaper between her legs, it felt humid and heavy. Sam noticed that it was hanging slightly lower, no one else would likely be able to see but Sam could feel the bottom of the plastic rubbing against the inside of her thighs. Elizabeth sat in front of the television and turned it on with the remote. Sam wandered in and stood awkwardly next to the couch trying to pull her dress down to cover her diaper. “You can play until bedtime.” Elizabeth said indicating the carpet in front of the couch. “I don’t want to.” Sam replied simply as she looked at the assorted toys with disgust. “Then you can sit on the carpet and do nothing.” Elizabeth said. Sam looked out towards the hallway and wondered if she could run away. It wouldn’t be possible and even if it was it would be a bad idea in the long term. The first obstacle would be opening the front door, she was sure she would struggle to reach the handles or the lock. If she got past the door she would have to negotiate the streets in a neighbourhood she didn’t know whilst looking just like a lost toddler. Even after everything and if she found home through some miracle she knew the police would come and just put her in jail with Janet, it would ruin her future. Sam sighed and walked in front of Elizabeth. She tried desperately to maintain what little dignity she had left as she sunk down and sat cross-legged on the floor. She could feel the hot padding pushing against her again but there was little she could do about that. An hour passed and Sam had her head resting on her hands. Elizabeth was watching some boring soap opera and Sam was intent on not looking at the toys around her. She just sat still and looked into space trying to think of things to do or ways out of her situation. She felt hopeless and although she wanted to get out of this wet diaper as soon as she could she could think of no way to ask without humiliating herself. “I think it’s bedtime for babies.” Elizabeth said shortly later. “It’s… It’s still light outside.” Sam said as she twisted around in shock. “That doesn’t stop it being bedtime.” Elizabeth said as she stood up and stretched. When she lifted her arms up it accentuated her pregnant belly even more. Sam remembered the threats of punishment and climbed to her feet. She took the hand Elizabeth held out and allowed the woman to lead her upstairs. It was humiliating to be led around like this but there was nothing she could do to prevent being treated like an infant. At least she would get a diaper change before bed. The diaper had cooled off quite a bit by the time Sam was led up the stairs and she eagerly saw the changing table and walked over to it. Elizabeth lifted her up on to the padded surface and sat on Sam on the edge. The small girl’s dress was pulled up and off her body leaving her in just her diaper. Sam laid down and soon felt the tapes of her padding being pulled away from the front, she blushed and turned her face away from her guardian as her crotch was exposed. Elizabeth hummed a happy tune as she took some baby wipes from a box on the shelf above the table and carefully started cleaning Sam. Sam had to endure this for at least a minute as the pregnant woman made sure that she was totally wiped clean before pulling the diaper away. Sam was too humiliated to speak but was sure that Elizabeth was deliberately taking her time to prolong this suffering. A new baby diaper was pulled out from the shelf underneath the table and unfolded noisily. Sam was getting increasingly annoyed. “You can stop making a song and dance about it…” Sam muttered angrily. “No need to be cranky.” Elizabeth responded coolly, “I like to be thorough. You wouldn’t want a diaper rash now, would you?” Sam huffed and puffed as she was lifted again to allow the new diaper to slip underneath her. She folded her arms across her chest in a small act of defiance as the padding was pulled up and taped closed around her waist. It clicked in her brain that she would be wearing these non-stop for a few days and she felt herself panicking a little bit. The first diaper had been humiliating and she had been so focused on it that she hadn’t really thought about the next diaper or the one after that. As Sam considered just how many diapers she might end up going through she was pulled into a sitting position. She watched as Elizabeth pulled something out of a drawer, it didn’t seem like she was going to be sent to bed in just a diaper. “Arms up.” Elizabeth instructed. Sam hesitantly raised her arms high above her head and felt yellow fabric get pulled over them. The clothing soon went over Sam’s head as well and flowed down her body like an extra-long t-shirt. Sam had barely enough time to register what was happening before she was lifted from the changing table and placed on her feet on the floor. She watched as the older woman crouched down in front of her and snapped the front and back together. It was a onesie and as Elizabeth stood back Sam could feel the thin material hugging her body and pulling the diaper up closer to her crotch. “A great fit.” Elizabeth said with a smile, “I was a little worried it would be too big for you.” “Can’t I just wear… Regular pyjamas?” Sam asked as she looked down at the creamy yellow bedclothes. “You need something that will make sure your diaper doesn’t come loose.” Elizabeth replied. Sam’s head and shoulders slumped a little as she was lifted off the floor again. She was looking and feeling more like a baby with every passing minute and that was something she couldn’t stand. She was lowered into the crib and as soon as her padded butt hit the mattress she looked around at her new surroundings. “Make sure to get a good night’s sleep.” Elizabeth advised. Sam watched Elizabeth leaving the room through the gaps in the bars of her crib. She looked around at her infantile surroundings without enthusiasm. Her crib was white and when she reached forwards to pull on the bars she noticed they were a lot stronger than she was, there would be no way for her to climb out either. She was going to be in here until someone let her out. The crib contained two pillows, one blue and one pink, as well as a white cover with simple little smiley faces on them. There were a number of small stuffed toys around the sides of the childish bed, a mixture of teddy bears, dolls and stuffed animals all smiled inwards at Sam who felt just like any of the other playthings. Sam sniffed as she grabbed the pink pillow and laid her head on top of it. She sighed as she looked towards the window and wondered what Janet was experiencing at that moment, was she looking out a window and wondering where Sam was? “Please, hurry up…” Sam said to no one in particular as she hoped that her friend would be released sooner rather than later. --- Sam woke up the next morning feeling confused as to where she was and what was happening. It took a few seconds for the previous day to come back to the small girl and she sighed deeply as she sat up. Her diaper, still dry of course, crinkled noisily beneath her yellow onesie. It was impossible for Sam to know the time since there was no clock in the room but she could see the sun was still low in the sky outside the window. Sam wondered how long she would have to stay in the crib, she had no idea when Elizabeth would come to let her out. The thought of being trapped in the baby bed for hours with nothing to do was far from appealing, it almost felt like solitary confinement. Sam scowled as she climbed to her feet. The top of the crib was still disappointingly out of reach and Sam had to accept that a bed made to keep babies in was equally restrictive to her. Shifting her body seemed to have had an effect on Sam’s body. Her bladder felt very full and she knew what that meant, she looked to the door as if hoping to see it open though she knew there was no salvation coming and she would have to wet her diaper again. It felt no less humiliating to wet again, it felt like she was reinforcing what all the bullies had said to her whilst growing up. Sam didn’t try to hold on for too long and after just a few minutes she decided any further discomfort was pointless. She held on to the bars with her two small hands and moved her feet slightly further apart. She relaxed her muscles in the same way she had done in the highchair the previous evening. Sam jumped slightly as she felt the hot liquid streaming into the diaper. She had been able to let go a lot easier than she had the previous day and she closed her eyes as she felt the heat spread throughout the padding. It seemed a lot easier to wet herself whilst standing up. “Hello?” Sam called out as she shuddered. There was no answer and Sam sat back down on her padded rear. She looked down at her diaper and could see the wetness indicator slowly changing colour as the wetness spread throughout the padding. Sam sighed and wondered what time it was, she could see it was early but beyond that she had no idea. Sam laid back down with her head on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling. She was just remembering some of the many lovely mornings she had experienced lounging around at home when footsteps approached the door. Sam quickly sat up as the door slowly opened to reveal Elizabeth wearing a dressing gown and a smile. “Good morning.” Elizabeth said as she walked in and lowered the side of the crib. Sam didn’t respond. She had wanted Elizabeth to come and let her out of the baby bed but now that she was here Sam felt embarrassed about the babying continuing. Sam was lifted out of the crib and sat on Elizabeth’s hip. She automatically wrapped her legs as far around the pregnant woman’s belly as she could. She was bounced up and down by Elizabeth as she cooed sweet baby talk to the college student. “Someone’s a wet little baby, aren’t they?” Elizabeth said in a high pitched voice, “Let’s get that little diapie changed.” Sam endured the embarrassment as she was laid down on the changing table. She was ready for a diaper change but after the onesie was unsnapped Sam found Elizabeth’s fingers dancing across her belly. Sam’s eyes went wide as her arms and legs flailed from the tickling, the diaper crinkled loudly as Sam tossed this way and that. “Stop! Stop!” Sam called out as she tried to stop the pregnant woman’s hands. She couldn’t help but laugh no matter how much she didn’t want to. “Such a wriggly baby!” Elizabeth giggled when she finally pulled her hands away. Sam hated this baby treatment and yet she was powerless to stop it. The front of her diaper was soon lowered leaving her exposed in front of the older woman. She looked away in embarrassment as her crotch was wiped clean and the old diaper was pulled away. She was sure she would never be used to this treatment, Sam’s feet were held in the air until a new diaper was unfolded and laid underneath her. Sam briefly considered making another plea to stop with the diapers but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. She could only silently fume as she was taped into another baby diaper. The onesie was pulled off completely once the diaper was taped tightly closed and she watched Elizabeth throw it into a washing basket. Sam wondered what her outfit for today would be but was already sure it was nothing she would like. “This will be good for today.” Elizabeth said as she pulled something out of the chest of drawers. Sam saw a pastel pink t-shirt with the word “Princess” written on it in glitter. It wasn’t great but in truth it wasn’t far from what Sam was usually forced to wear thanks to her small size anyway. They were to be joined by a frilly skirt. The skirt was white and although not very long it seemed to poof out quite a bit, it almost reminded Sam of a ballerina. It would certainly make diaper checks easy Sam thought with annoyance. Sam was picked up and placed on Elizabeth’s hip again. As she was carried downstairs she realised that this was going to be her main method of transport now, she wasn’t going to be allowed to walk very much. The pair of women went into the kitchen where Sam saw the highchair that she had been sat in the previous evening. She was unsurprised when she was lowered on to the padded seat with the tray rapidly closing to effectively lock her in place. Sam sighed as Elizabeth went over to the fridge and started preparing breakfast. She was effectively trapped in the seat and rested her head on her hands in boredom. “You know, I don’t normally have breakfast at home.” Sam said eventually. It was an attempt at small talk but it was more a way for her to say she wasn’t hungry. “It’s the most important meal of the day.” Elizabeth replied distractedly. Sam should’ve known better. Her normal routine or habits were of no interest to the woman charged with looking after her. Eventually two bowls were brought over and Sam looked down expecting the worst, she was pleasantly surprised it was just a bowl of cereal even if it was served in a pink bowl decorated with cartoon images. There was no spoon of course, Sam would have to rely on her guardian to feed her.

Great story it truly deserves a continuation !! Please consider doing a part 2 when the boyfriend helps in the pit stop hajaja

Great chapter, but one minor thing you might want to change: Tiffany could feel the cold deadness inside as she looked towards Tiffany and then back to Hector, I think the first Tiffany should read Ava.

My loyal and loving Bella died today... I have no words to say which could do justice to how hollow I currently am right now. Enjoy the story... ------- "Malene?!" The unmistakable sound of the CEO's voice practically shook the walls of her secretary's working space. "Yes, Madam President?" The heavily endowed woman answered as she stood up from her desk. "Follow me into my office!" The Madam of Misery ordered as she walked past the secretary, pushing the large carriage containing her living props for her game of public propaganda into her office. "Yes, Madam President." Malene replied and followed the older woman obediently. "I'll be gone for an hour or so at the meeting." The Auburn haired giantess explained before listing out the tasks she expected her secretary to carry out in her absence, "I need you to feed them, and change them if necessary, and I expect them to be sleeping upon my return. I don't want to deal with them after I speak with the Government officials at the meeting. Understood?" "Yes, Madam President. Of course!" "Good." The older woman replied as she walked out of her office slamming the door behind her. "She is such a bitch and I doubt these two little brats will stop the tabloids from writing about her. They're not even that cute looking!" Malene said to herself before realizing that she had two pairs of ears that had overheard her badmouthing the CEO. She quickly walked over to the carriage and pulled down the pram's hood. Jack found himself staring up at the largest set of tits he had ever laid his eyes upon. Yes, the woman was another giantess, but her breasts weren't even proportioned properly with the rest of her body like the other giants he had seen so far. Unlike his new mommy, who seemed a bit flat despite being over twelve feet tall, this woman looked like she had gotten work done in the past, but if she did get a boob job it must've been recently done since she seemed to be having trouble lugging her twin melons around. "Can you two brats understand me?" The giantess questioned. Jack nodded his head just as Kimi did. "I see." The big breasted giantess stood there for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. "Can you speak?" Jack and Kimi didn't even know what to say. They were both nursing oversized pacifiers that were practically stretching their jaws out of their sockets. Even if they weren't effectively gagged, they had no clue if they could still talk. 'Kimi might be able to', Jack thought, but he knew from his earlier experience that he definitely wasn't able to anymore. "Hmm, let's try this." The secretary reached down and pulled out Kimi's pacifier before pulling out Jack's soother. "Ahhh." Kimi sighed as she licked her lips and stretched her mouth into a large O shape. "So, can you talk, little girl?" The giantess stated in a neutral tone, slightly worried that the little bitch would be able to tattle on her. "Yean tac." Kimi tried to speak and failed to produce anything that remotely resembles a language. She simply laid there, struggling to make any sounds from her vocal cords which could be put into anything vaguely coherent. Even if she still had her teeth, she doubted that she could say anything intelligent at all. 'What the fuck happened to my voice?!' Malene seemed satisfied with the little baby's babble and knew that she couldn't talk. The fact that the girl's face had gone ghost white after she failed to even utter a single word confirmed to the secretary that her boss had probably removed the young girl's vocal cords. "Well, good. That's one less thing I have to worry about." "Yu ahh." Jack sighed and didn't even bother trying to continue. He knew better than to keep gibbering since it only further humiliated himself. Not only was it a hit to his pride, but it served as a rude reminder of his new status in life. That and now he couldn't even communicate with anyone. His new "mommy" couldn't be reasoned with, he knew that much from the short time he had been in her presence, but he had held out hope that others could have been persuaded to help himself and his wife until he heard the gibberish which escaped his mouth. "Since you won't go blathering to your new mommy, I'll let you two little diaper fillers in on a secret; I fucking hate that woman!" Jack and Kimi both stared up at their new babysitter as the woman started ranting. "That damned woman being infertile has not only destroyed my life, but has ruined this country! So, I get to look like a cow and we'll probably be invading yet another country by the end of the month if that bitch and our Leader can come to an agreement." The secretary sighed as she hoisted Kimi and Jack out of their carriage and carried them over to a nearby sofa. She sat down and kept the two twins in her arms, cradling their heads against her bosoms. "So, let me make one thing clear; I don't care if you are her children. You'll listen to me and not give me any shit or I'll punish you both worse than anything she could ever do to you. Got it?" Jack and Kimi both nodded their heads with wide eyes. There was fear present in their eyes, but the giant woman noticed something else lingering there. She knew that the married couple turned twin siblings were captivated by her enormous tits. Who wouldn't be? Everyone stared at them when she was out in public thanks to that damn Devil in lavender. She had forced her to take lactation supplements to ensure she had milk. Refusal to take the pills meant that she would be fired. Not that it mattered now. She doubted that her breasts would ever return to normal since her milk production was a near constant facet of her life now. Every four hours she had to pump to alleviate the pain. Unlike any normal person, her boss seemed to forget that an Amazon has no trouble producing milk on their own when in the presence of a Little. Except for her, but that was probably a side effect of her being infertile or proof of her being a demon. Honestly, the secretary wasn't sure of which it was proof of, maybe it was proof of both but she was fairly certain of one thing; her big brown nipples had become fully erect due to the feeling of them brushing up against her maternity bra. It seemed that it didn't take much to bring her nipples to attention these days: seeing a little in a stroller or on their mom's hip? Hard as rocks and leaking. Dry them off after a shower with a towel? She could cut glass with them. They hardened at even the slightest provocation! "I'm lactating again," Malene frowned as she felt the maternity bra grow wetter as the seconds passed. She had ran out of pads and hoped that she could get through the day without ruining her top, but that was now no longer possible thanks to the sight of the two littles in her arms. "She forces me to take pills in the morning when I arrive and at night before I leave work. Thanks to her, I feel like a cow! I have to use a breast pump five times a day or sometimes six and my lower back is always in pain!" Kimi actually felt bad for the woman. She was just as much of a possession to that crazy woman as she currently was. If only she could help her out with her problem, maybe it would be a sign of goodwill and get the woman to help them in the future, but that would mean she would have to suck on her giant tits! Even though she was an adult baby, she still was a heterosexual woman and the idea if sucking on another woman's tits seemed incredibly difficult. So, while she felt pity for this woman, she wanted nothing to do with her boobs. "And she expects me to feed you two brats at least three times a day! Can you believe that?" Malene sighed, and brought her hands past the heads of the two twins so she could start rubbing the undersides of her swollen breasts. Jack was mesmerized by the sight. Even though the thought of drinking milk from the giant's tits was gross and downright disgusting, her bountiful bosom was trembling right in front of his face. Try as he might, few men could say no to such a sight! As he stared at the woman massaging her breasts, he noticed that the tips of her nipples were beading up with fresh milk and It looked like her aching tits were ready to burst! "Don't just stare at me, you little brats. Start sucking!" Malene ordered as small streams of milk started to trickle down her engorged breasts. Jack and Kimi didn't know how to process the order they had just been given. The former man would've pawed happily at the breast if they belonged to Kimi, but sucking on them was a rather tall order. While her husband looked conflicted about the order they were given, the diminutive face of Kimi looked positively shocked. She wasn't even sure she had heard the giantess correctly. Yes, she had been expecting her to say it, but hearing it and thinking about it are two different things entirely. "I'm going to give you two one last chance to obey or I'll spank you until your mother returns!" Kimi closed her eyes and prayed that the milk at least tasted good. The last thing she wanted was to drink something that tasted like warm yogurt that had been left out of the fridge overnight. If it tasted like warm cheese curds, she knew she would puke all over the giant. 'Here goes nothing.' However, when she took her first tentative suck, neither of things crossed her mind. She didn't throw up in disgust or taste anything fermented ir vile. In fact, it was the most rich and creamy beverage she had ever tasted in all of her life! Not only was it delicious, but she craved more! The more she sucked, the better it tasted and the more babyish she felt. When Jack saw that his wife had latched onto the woman's right nipple, he decided that he should join in since it wouldn't benefit either of them if he tried to take a stand against the woman. So, with a slight hesitation, he wrapped his lips around the large nipple and worked it between his gums, forcing it to spray random spurts of milk into his mouth. Unlike his wife, Jack hadn't given very much thought to what the milk might taste like. He was sure it was going to be warm and, other than that, he hadn't given it very much thought. However, the taste of the milk was absolutely divine! It cascaded across his toothless gums like a velvet liqueur. The more he drank, the better it tasted and the more his greed overwhelmed him. He started to use the muscles in the back of his throat to produce a powerful vacuum in his mouth that seemed to be drawing an incredible amount of milk per suckle. Malene couldn't help but notice the intensity that the once reluctant twin suckled on her breast. It was so forceful, but felt so good to feel her once engorged breast start to shrink slightly. 'If only the other girl knew how to-' "Oouuff." Kimi might've noticed the giantess' startled response to her increased suckling if she wasn't so fixated on draining the breast in front of her face. With every suckle her tongue danced in a sea of sinfully smooth ambrosia that threatened to overwhelm her mind. She was like an addict seeking her fix and she would work that nipple in between her lips until she drained the very last drop of milk from the giant's tit. Malene laid her head back against the top of the couch and closed her eyes as the sensations of warm and wet mouths devoid of teeth rocked her chest as the two Littles attacked her niples. She tried not to moan when both siblings started nursing even harder on her tits, side by side, gorging themselves on her milk like they were starving and it might've been possible that they were. Malene found herself wondering if her cold hearted bitch of a boss would even remember to feed them regularly. That’s when she realized with a grimace that that was supposed to be her job from now on. Answer phones, schedule appointments, meetings and, on top of all of her other secretarial duties, she was now supposed to be a nursemaid to these little shits? Over the years, she had put in a lot of work and was rewarded for her diligence with a position working under one of the most feared and powerful women in all the nation. Her boss ran the company like one cohesive unit and let nothing get in her way. Unlike other women who wanted a baby, the woman she had known for close to a decade wanted nothing to do with them and now that she had a pair of twins, Malene knew that she was going to be forced to add "nanny" to her resume when she inevitably got sick of dealing with Ms. Swartz. Out of all the cunning and diabolical schemes her boss worked up, this had to be the most basic and unimaginative. Malene could only hope that the plan backfired so these two brats could be shipped off to an orphanage to be brainwashed and given to whoever wanted them. Then she could find a surgeon to fix her boobs. While the secretary laid back against the couch, Kimi and Jack were nursing like their lives depended on it. They were so preoccupied with drinking as much milk as they possibly could that they failed to notice a churning in their stomachs. Their bloated guts were beginning to ache and were building up to produce an imminent explosion in their diapers. Subconsciously, they had already pissed, the padding between their legs was pressing against their latex sleep sacks, soaked to the brim with their urine since their bladders were the first thing to give out. However, unlike urinary continence, adult fecal continence was one of the hardest parts of the body to overwhelm, but thanks to the lactation supplements an already potent supply of Amazonian milk had been amplified. Unbeknownst to Malene, she was actually testing a new drug for the research and development department, not an already verified supplement like she thought it was. This new drug not only increased her milk supply, like any other lactation supplement, but it made the little who drank the milk form a physiological bond with whomever produced the milk. On top of its psychoactive properties, the drug had a profound effect on the physical health of the recipient. The little who drank the milk would gain more weight thus ensuring that they didn't need to be fed as much since the mother could only produce so much milk a day with the help of the supplements. However, these pills were only supposed to be used by women who couldn't produce milk, not by women like Malene who had an abundant supply of milk. Her swollen breasts and female hormones would force her to breastfed multiple times a day once she had startrd which would ultimately mean that the baby drinking her milk would rapidly become obese. Her boss had no clue about these side effects and ultimately ignored the warnings given to her by her head of RnD when she had forced Malene to start taking them. She simply told her best and brightest scientist that it would save money on volunteers. For roughly ten minutes, Malene laid there peacefully as the two twins fed from her breast milk. By her estimate and experience with the breastpump, she had lost at least a dozen ounces or so from each tit. If things kept up like this, she might be able to walk around without any back pain! However, her luck wasn’t going to last that long... A loud, violent fart pierced the relative silence of the office as Jack continued to nurse. Absentmindedly, he started to push out his first of many milk based messes. It slowly filled out the bottom of his diaper, much like a water balloon before growing thicker as the sludge built up and coated his new mound and bottom. The diaper rapidly began bulging outwards, creating a huge ball shape against his sleep sack. Kimi too was pooping her pampers, but she was far too focused on the nipple in her mouth to take notice of the warm and viscous material gathering against her skin in her diaper. Just like her husband's pampers, hers was expanding outwards at a tremendous pace while growing in both weight and size. She didn't even notice when the bulky, overfilled diaper started to leak. A foul putrid stench caused Malene to open her eyes and take a long unpleasant wiff. There was no denying it, the foul odor was wafting up to her face from the two twin hell spawns that were vigorously slurping on her chest. "Which one of you little bastards fudged your huggies?" When she received no answer, the irate secretary yanked the two greedy little babies from her teats, shocking them out of their trance. "Eww! You both shit your pants!" This declaration caused both Jack and Kimi to crane their heads downwards and see that their diapers were not only overly inflated by feces, but that they were also leaking as evident by the bottom of their sleeper sacks dripping tiny drops of discolored fluid. "Oh, you two are in for it now!" To Be Continued... 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Figuring out how big Jeremy is will be left as an exercise for the reader. ? In all seriousness, though, the specific details of the regression are intentionally ambiguous. Jeremy's perception is that he hasn't changed, and he's the PoV character, but his perception is unreliable. ... Chapter 6 It was another fantastic day. Jeremy woke up slowly, with lots of fussing and going back to sleep as sunlight began filtering into the room. His bed was soft and warm, and he wanted to stay snuggled under the blankets for as long as possible. There wasn’t any pressing reason to get up - breakfast would be made for him, he had no need to go use the potty, and Karen would get him changed and dressed when the time came. So, he stayed cozy beneath his covers until Karen came into his room, shaking him gently awake. “Muh?” he mumbled, blinking and looking up at her. “Jerry, silly boy, it’s time to wake up,” she said. “Billy’s done making breakfast, and it’ll get cold if you don’t get to it now!” “O-oh,” Jeremy said, stretching as he sat up. When he yawned, his pacifier fell out of his mouth, but Karen deftly caught it and plopped it right between his lips. “We’ll get you changed after you eat, alright?” she offered. That sounded good, so Jeremy sat up, rubbed the sleepiness away from his eyes, and stood. He’d just worn a diaper to bed - it was all he needed, really - so that’s what he wore when he waddled out of his room with Karen, making his way towards the kitchen. He was soggy, but the diapers were thick and absorbent, and they weren’t yet at the point of leaking. Billy greeted him with two eggs and a strip of bacon, arranged on a plate in a smiley face. The eggs had already been cut up, with a dot of ketchup on each piece. He slid the plate across to Jerry’s seat at the end of the table, along with a plastic fork and a sippy cup full of milk. “Erm… wha’s tha’ fow?” Jeremy asked, pointing at the sippy cup. “So you don’t spill, silly,” Billy explained, stacking up bacon onto a plate for the big kids’ table. That made sense. Setting his pacifier aside, Jeremy dug into the meal, happily showing down. For such a simple breakfast, it was scrumptious, and he wolfed down his whole helping in only a couple minutes, holding out his plate for seconds when he was done. Complying, Billy served up a second plate, cut it up, and gave it back to Jeremy. Again he wolfed it down, practically inhaling the food. Only once both plates were empty - and Jeremy had drained his sippy cup - did Karen step in with a damp cloth, washing his face clean of all the food debris that had been smeared on his lips and cheeks during the process of eating. She even had to wipe some crumbs off his bare chest, chuckling as she did. “I think it’s time we invested in a bib for you, little guy,” she said. Now that he was clean, she picked his pacifier up off the table and plopped it back between his lips, so he could suckle on it happily. “Why?” he asked, the question a little muffled. She’d done a perfectly good job cleaning him up even without a bib, after all. Karen only laughed, and leaned over to give his diaper a squeeze. “I think it’s time we got you in a freshie. Come on, Jerry!” He hopped to his feet, waddling after Karen towards his bedroom so he could get changed. It was practically routine at this point - he hopped up on the changing table installed next to his dresser, and Karen smoothly discarded his old diaper, wiped, powdered, and applied a new one. Feeling snug and secure in his new diaper, he waited for Karen to pick out a shirt for him. Today’s was pastel purple with a cartoon horse on the front, something from a show he’d watched years ago but couldn’t clearly remember. The design was fun, though, and he giggled when she held it up for him to see. Shirt pulled over his head, socks on, boots tugged into place, pacifier still bobbing between his lips, Jeremy was ready to face the day. “Now, come on, let’s go get your chores taken care of,” Karen said, smiling as she helped him to his feet. Right, Jeremy said, making a face. Chore time was boring, and he wanted to go play with the horses! Karen caught the expression right away and raised an eyebrow. “Now, Jerry, you know the rules - you can play once your chores are done. If you need help, you can ask one of the adults, but I think you’re big enough to handle it. Right?” Hmmph. Jeremy was big enough to handle it, and he wouldn’t admit otherwise. Nodding, stubbornly, he frowned and knitted his brow as he thought of a question. “Eh… wha’ are my chowes?” “You need to go help Billy with the dishes, then feed the chickens, silly boy.” Karen ruffled his hair and gave him a pat on the butt. “Now go get that done, and you can ride the ponies!” “O-kay!” Jeremy said, waddling out of his room to go do as he was told. Billy was already washing the dishes, and when Jeremy toddled in he smiled and passed him a towel. “Here, get these dry for me, OK?” Jeremy nodded, picking up the towel and stepping up to the drying rack. Together they made quick work of the job, and before long all the breakfast dishes were clean, dry, and stacked away in the cupboards. “Good job!” Billy said, raising his hand. “High five, kiddo!” High-fiving him, Jeremy beamed, sucked on his pacifier, and looked around, remembering the route to the chicken coop. Before he could wander off, though, he felt a finger hook the elastic waistband of his diaper. “Ah, ah, hold on there a minute,” Billy said. “You’re looking pretty soggy there, buddy. Let’s get you changed before you wander off, okay?” Oh. Jeremy hadn’t noticed, but now that he looked down, his diaper had started to sag. All the milk from breakfast had run right through him, straight into the padding between his legs. “Kawen?” “Hey, I’ve changed more than my fair share of soggy butts,” Billy pointed out. “She’s busy right now. I can take care of it just fine.” Jeremy would have preferred Karen, but Billy would have to do. Squelching all the way back to his room, he clambered up onto his changing table, waiting while Billy got out the changing supplies. “Now,” Billy said, as he rolled up Jeremy’s shirt and untapped the old diaper, discarding it in the trash. He slid a fresh diaper under Jeremy’s waist, then said, “I know you like it when Karen does this, but let’s see if ol’ Billy can’t do a good job. It’s powder first, then wipes, right?” “No!” Jeremy protested, behind his pacifier. “Wipes, den pow’er!” Billy beamed, tapping his head with the palm of his hand. “Oh, right! I knew that. But you know what comes before either of those?” Jeremy frowned. “Huh?” “Tickle monster!” Billy exclaimed, bending over and blowing a raspberry right on Jeremy’s tummy. Jeremy squealed in laughter, kicking his legs and giggling as Billy tickled his sides. “H-hahha!” Billy kept this up for a couple seconds, then pulled away, chuckling. “Now, does Karen do th- oh, uh oh!” “Uh oh?” Jeremy raised his head, confused. “We’ve got a little bit of a leak,” Billy said, stepping back. “No problem, though! That’s why I put down the diaper right away.” Jeremy had to sit up to see that he was dribbling onto his diaper. He hadn’t noticed when it started, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it except wait. After a couple more seconds passed, the dribbling ended. “Well, it’s only a little wet, this diaper should still hold up for a while,” Billy decided, getting out wipes. “Let’s get you all taped up before any more disasters strike, okay?” Jeremy nodded, still giggling with the aftereffects of all the tickling. Wipes, powder, and tapes all applied, Jeremy was ready to go once again, waddling off to the chicken coop. Even out there, it was hard not to get distracted - All he had to do was take a bag of seed and fill the chicken feeder and make sure there was water in the trough, but it was such a nice day out that he just wanted to run around, playing with the chickens in their coop. It took him some thirty minutes to get the simple task of feeding the chickens done, but there was no hurry. It was a lovely summer morning, and he had nowhere in particular to be, no real responsibilities to worry about. So, he chased one of the chickens around, stomped around in the mud behind the coop, played fetch for ten minutes when the dog that lived around the ranch came romping up to meet him. At some point he got mud on his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it over the side of the chicken coop’s fence and resuming his play with just his felt boots, pacifier, and diaper. It was the most fun he’d had in a morning in as long as he could remember. And, better yet, there was still more fun to come. Sometime as the sun was starting to rise overhead, he spotted Karen walking over to the barn and perked up, grinning as he ran to her, feeling the air blowing against his bare skin. “Mith Karen!” he lisped over his pacifier, once she was loosely in earshot. “Karen!” She spotted him and watched as he ran up, resting his hands on his knees and catching his breath. After he panted for a couple seconds, he added through his pacifier, “If it time to wide now?” Karen laughed, sounding satisfied. He wasn’t exactly sure what she was satisfied about, but as long as she was happy, he was happy too. “Yes, Jerry, in just a moment!” she promised. “Go find Billy, so he can lead your pony and make sure you don’t have any trouble, okay?” Right, of course. He needed a grown-up, and Karen would be too busy teaching the big kids to handle their big horses. So, he ran back to the ranch, giggling as he felt the wind tickle his hair. Stopping in the kitchen, he filled up a plastic cup in the sink and drank half of it, spilling a bit on himself in the process. It was okay - he wasn’t wearing any clothes to get dirty. His thirst taken care of, he ran around the house, stomping around and making the furniture shake until- “Whoa there, buddy!” Billy said, stepping around the corner and putting up his hands. “No running inside, kiddo, you should know that!” “Sowwy!” Jeremy said, dancing from foot to foot in excitement. “Is just- is widing time!” “Oh, well then, I get why you’re excited!” Billy declared. “Let’s get going outside then, huh?” Jumping for excitement, Jeremy said, “Yeah!” The big kids were already gathered for their lesson when Billy got a pony from the stall, gave Jeremy a hand into the saddle, and led him out into the yard. It was a gentle ride, but that was okay - he was up high, almost as high up as the big kids, and he got to sit on a horse and walk around! Once he was bigger, he’d get to ride all by himself, but this was good practice for now, and it was more than enough fun. At some point, Billy started chuckling. “Mph- huh?” Jeremy asked, tilting his head in confusion. “Wha… mph… wha’s funny?” “Nothing!” Billy shook his head, still smirking. “It just looks like you’re a little busy, kiddo!” Jeremy didn’t know what he was talking about, but as they were riding up next to the actual class, he decided to wave at Karen and say hi. She waved back, then wrinkled her nose as they got a little closer. “Hey, Jerry, don’t you need a change right about now?” “I was just thinking that,” Billy said, nodding. “This lil’ stinker didn’t even realize he was going!” Karen raised an eyebrow, smiling broadly. “Really?” Jeremy was mostly just confused. “Huh? I don’ need a-” he frowned, sniffing the air. Something smelled, and when he wriggled in the saddle and felt his diaper smush, he realized it was him. “Oh!” “Really,” Billy said, simply. “Well then,” Karen said. “I think he’s just about done. Not much more to expect. Here, I can go get him changed, can you make sure the drills go well?” “Nuh-uh!” Jeremy interjected. “I wanna keep widing!” “Well, mister, before we do that we need to get your little mush tush cleaned up!” Karen declared, taking the reins of the pony. “If you’re very good, maybe you can ride a little more afterwards. Okay?” He almost argued, hoping he could keep riding more now, but Karen wasn’t going to accept any complaints and they both knew it. “Fiii’e…” “Good boy.” She smiled, leading him back to the barn for his change. It was mostly just boring. He had to wait around while Karen laid out the changing mat, then he just had to cross his arms and wait as she fussed over him, got the muck cleaned away, and wrapped him up in a fresh diaper. There just wasn’t all that much to it before he was clean, powdered, padded, and ready to go again. “Good job, you were very patient,” Karen said, once she was finished. Helping Jeremy sit up, she asked, “Do you want to ride the pony a little more?” Absolutely! He bobbed his head in agreement, almost losing his pacifier from how emphatically he nodded. Life on the ranch really was a dream come true. … The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. Karen gave him a bath after riding was over, got him all cleaned, and then he played in the living room in the afternoon. Cartoons on the TV kept his attention for a while, and then once all the big kids came back inside for the day, he hung out near them, occasionally interacting with one of them to get them to put a cartoon on TV or asking for help getting a sippy cup to drink from. All the big kids made sure to tell Karen when he needed a change, too, getting her right away when his diaper started to smell. It was an annoying interference in his playtime, but he put up with it politely. Dinner came, which he ate while only making a little bit of a mess, and then, as the sun dipped down below the horizon, Karen came in to tell him it was bedtime. That was disappointing, but there was always tomorrow. For now, he was admittedly feeling pretty sleepy, and Karen always knew best. She got him changed into his nighttime diaper, checked the nightlight in his room, and then helped him into bed. “Kawen?” he asked, as she tucked the blankets up around him. “What is it, Jerry?” she asked. Jerry frowned for a moment, thinking about how to form his question. He even took out his pacifier. “Do ya think that some day, when I’m bigger, I can be a cowboy? Like the one in the painting?” Karen chuckled, looking over at the painting that was hanging against the wall. “I think you already are, sweetie!” “Huh?” he asked, following her gaze. The painting was of a kid on a pony, looking delighted. Jerry could have sworn that it was of a grownup cowboy, not a kid, but it was hanging there as proof that his memory was wrong. Or… no, it couldn’t be, except… “But…” he started to say. Karen kissed him on the forehead. “I’m sure you’ll be big and strong someday. Now, get your rest, and don’t worry your silly little head about anything until morning. If it’s important, you can tell me about it then.” That made sense. He was just tired, he could worry about his problems in the morning. “Ni-ni, Karen,” he said, closing his eyes and snuggling into bed. “Goodnight, Jerry,” she said, turning out the lamp. If you like my writing and want to support me, please consider subscribing to my Patreon. You get early access, exclusive stories, and you help me to continue writing. ❤️ https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling

Scene #79 “I’m sorry I can’t come over,” Nana said. She didn’t need to apologize. I get it – she needed to make a pandemic bubble, and it made more sense for her to do it with her kids and grandkids than us. Makes total sense. Doesn’t keep us from taking on the phone though. If it wasn’t raining, we’d be talking over the fence. “That’s okay,” I told her. “You don’t have to apologize every time we talk. Are you keeping busy?” “It’s amazing how many things we can find to do if we just make them up. Are you staying outta trouble?” Why’s she gotta ask questions like that? Loaded question, too. “No more trouble than I can handle,” I answered with bravado. Maybe even a little braggadocio. “Mine always got in trouble on rainy days.” “Your what, Nana? You never had one of me.” Which came out without me really meaning for it to. It’s just that she says that sometimes, and I always think the same thing: she never had one of me. “Sorry. You know what I mean.” “I’m not a little girl.” Ooo, turns out I was in a snippy mood. Wish I’d known that before I called. “I know. I’m sorry. I just …” “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be snippy. Just that I’m … blegh.” I’m blegh. The whole world is blegh, and as world leader, I’m blegh, too, both because I am and because I have blegh constituents to represent. “Light at the end of tunnel, though. Do you know when you might get a vaccine? You’re prioritized, aren’t you?” “I have no idea. My immunologist says she doesn’t know anything. I can’t believe no one even has a plan … I wanna drink now.” “It’s nine-thirty.” “I know. Getting a late start.” “Ha! Tell me about your vacation instead. You still haven’t.” “It was good. Fine.” “You told me that part already, silly. What did you guys do for a whole week?” What did we do for a whole week? Well, here’s how I’ve pieced it together in my head: we went on vacation; the break in the routine made me forget about COVID for just long enough for me to forget my mask; I totally freaked myself out and had a meltdown; and Mary did something she said she’d never do and it took a couple days to just forget about it and I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. “We just social distanced elsewhere. We went snowshoeing … there was a sauna.” “I hope you had more fun than that. Was it at least nice to get away from the house for a bit?” “Yeah. It was.” That part was good. “It was a nice break … hard to come back.” “I’m sure.” “How’s your family?” Well, that wasn’t our best conversation. Nana isn’t allowed to spoil my repression. Repressing our feelings is a long-standing tradition in my family. Like my mother said, “You’re a woman. You can hold onto it forever.” Or maybe that was Marge Simpson. There really isn’t anyone to talk to. Mary, obviously, but all my other friends are working. Maybe if I had kids I’d have some stay-at-home mom friends, and then I’d be a stay-at-home mom, too, instead of unemployed and lonely. We could use some more friends anyway. Normal ones we’ve never seen naked and who have never touched my butt. Don’t get me wrong, I like our friends, and we do have some vanilla friends, but all our close friends are from the scene. I did go to college out here. You’d think I’d have some friends from back then who were still here. Or anywhere. Who goes to college and doesn’t have any college friends? And work friends are really important to have, but not many make that transition to outside-of-work friends. I had none of those. Not anymore their fault than my fault. Just the way it is. End of the workday, and everyone just wanted to go home. Weekends, and you just don’t want to be thinking about work. That line between the two is good, or it seemed back then. It went work-line-home. I hated office social events. My awkward was always on full blast, or so it seemed to me, and then I spent way too much time thinking about this or that thing I’d said. And it always just seemed weird to think of interacting with someone outside the setting I was used to knowing them in. Weirder, when you think about it, that you can see someone every workday for years and then one day never again. Something so artificial about work relationships. Or at least I think there must be if it’s so easy to just cast one aside. No one ever teaches you how to make friends as an adult. People help you make friends when you’re a kid. Being a kid just comes with all sorts of ways to make friends. School, sports, activities, clubs. And groups, too. How do you be part of a group as an adult? Wish someone had told me at my last track meet that it wasn’t only my last track meet but my last time ever being part a team. And work is not a team. People can call it that, but a team is something you join because you want to, not because you have to or you won’t be able to eat. Still, it was good having common purpose. But Mary can do it. She’s made new friends as an adult. Mostly as part of the scene, but not only. She can do almost anything, but I gotta remind myself that’s just the way it seems from where I sit. There are lots of people like Mary (but only one actual Mary). How come people like that can make new friends, but not me? What do they know that I don’t? How are they different? Truthfully, I wasn’t very good at making friends as a kid either. I was monogamous in my friendships, so to speak. I had my handpicked circle, and I really didn’t like it when one of them would try to add someone. They were interlopers. I was jealous and protective. I didn’t like that my friends had friends outside our circle, which was odd because I was friends with some really popular people, and I was decently popular too. Just in a more distant way. Two of my friends thought I had social anxiety, and I did. I just didn’t like new people. Not like I mean to be that way, and I didn’t like being that way then either. Even now, I’m not a big fan of new people coming into our friend groups. How screwed up are people that even when we want more connections, we don’t want to actually meet people or let them in? We’re more worried about losing what we have, even when there’s no risk of it, than afraid of missing out on what we might gain. And how screwed up is it that who we are at age five is pretty much who we are at thirty-one? They say you get less neurotic with age but that your personality is pretty much your personality forever. I hope not. Sigh… I knocked on Mary’s office door. “You busy?” “I can take a break. What’s up?” “I’m lonely. Wanna make lunch together?” “It’s only ten.” “I’m stress eating again,” I confessed. All I want anymore is sugar and fat. I had seven meals yesterday. Eight if you count the cosmo I kept topped up from early afternoon through bedtime. “How about some fruit,” Mary suggested as she got up from her chair and glanced at her phone before putting it in her pocket. As if we we weren’t all attached to those things too much already before the pandemic. “Kay … Can I put peanut butter on it?” “A little bit, silly goose.” “I’m not a silly goose,” I said all plaintively and goose like as I started toward the kitchen. “I just like peanut butter.” “Hey,” Mary said and grabbed my wrist gently. I turned around, and she put her hand under my chin to lift my gaze to hers. “You feeling okay?” “I’m just … blegh.” “Let’s be blegh together then.” “Kay.” It’s better being blegh with someone than being blegh alone.

Chiming in on a slightly old question as well- It's a bit of both. When I was first starting to mess, I would do it at home to aid in cleanup and would always masturbate to orgasm afterwords. It's a wonderful sensation, the looser the better in my opinion. Over time it's a great conditioning method, and after a few months I would just want to mess my pants whenever I had the urge because mentally my brain was convinced it would lead to an orgasm (even though it doesn't always now!)

My incontinene is caused by diabetic related neuropathy.

Chapter 5: Life Continues I looked out the car window, watching as people flocked back and forth from the store. It was busy. There had been a slight panic growing in my stomach all morning, making me feel nauseous. A feeling of fear and dread for what lay ahead. I knew it was just Publix, knew it was just a trip to the grocery store, and yet it was so much more. "Mommy, do we have to?" I asked, my eyes pleading with her, hoping she would change her mind at the last second. Hoping that we would turn around and go back home. "Sweetheart, mommy already told you that we need to go shopping, and I can't leave you home alone by yourself." "But..." "no buts." I huffed, sitting back in my car seat, pouting. "I don't want to." "Emily..." The warning was stern, and mom's look as she climbed out of the car made it known that I should stop while I was ahead. She crossed over to my side of the car and opened the door. I gave her one more pitiful look as she unbuckled me from the car seat, lifting me down to the ground before reaching back in for my diaper bag. "At least I was dressed with some sort of dignity," I thought, looking down at the shorts and shirt set mom had dressed me in. The shorts were a simple pink with white leg cuffs. The material was stretchy and hugged my diaper, doing nothing to hide the thick bulge underneath. The shirt was white with pink outlining around the sleeves and collar, it had little shoulder straps sewn on similar to a baby's onesie. On my feet were a pair of pink and white sneakers with white socks underneath. The outfit was cute, for a toddler. "Come on, sweetheart," Mom said, holding her hand out to me, waiting for me to take hold. I didn't want to, didn't want to leave the car, didn't want to be seen. Mom stepped towards me, making the decision for me as she grabbed my hand. "Emily, come on, sweetheart, let's go." Reluctantly, I followed, letting her lead me through the parking lot; our first shopping trip together as mommy and toddler in a great many years. I Had avoided this very moment for over a week now, had avoided being seen by so many people. I had made every excuse under the sun to keep mom from taking me out, and today had been the day she decided enough was enough. The only other time I had been out of the house was the trip to the park last weekend, but that had been deserted compared to this. I trudged across the parking lot, trying to slow our pace, trying to keep the inevitable from happening as we made our way closer to the entrance. That feeling of dread and fear increasing with each step. It was just a grocery store, the same one I had been to a hundred times. It was just another everyday chore, and yet it was so scary, so new. I had never realized how many people were here before, but now, each and every person was a threat, was somebody who would see me dressed like a baby, diaper and all. I felt like I was going to be sick. "Emily..." Mom said, looking down at me, trying to pull me along, trying to get me to walk faster. "We don't have all day, sweetheart." I shook my head, pulled away from her. "Please, mommy, don't make me go in there." My eyes were starting to water as tears took form, as that panic manifested inside of me, all those emotions, all that fear and dread. Mom sighed, looking impatient and yet understanding. As though she were just dealing with another fussy toddler. "Sweetheart, nobody will see anything but an adorable little girl out shopping with her mommy." "Promise?" "Promise," Mom said, picking me up, settling me on her hip. She grabbed the pacifier dangling from my shirt and slipped it into my mouth, holding it there as she waited for me to suckle. And suckle I did, trying to soothe myself with the comfort of the soft nipple. "Are you going to be ok now?" I waited for a second before nodding, the look of fear still in my eyes as I clung to her shirt, uneasy as she carried me into the store, suckling the pacifier even harder as I tried to comfort myself. My eyes darted from person to person, waiting to see some kind of recognition in their eyes, waiting for them to realize that I wasn't actually a toddler. The clanging of shopping carts pulled my attention back to mom, back to the cart she was setting my diaper bag in. "Can you sit down for me, sweetheart?" She asked, moving me from her hip, helping me to slide each of my feet through the leg holes on the cart. I hadn't sat in one in years. "Sweetheart, can you let go of mommy please?" I nodded releasing the death grip I had on her shirt, taking hold of the handrail instead, looking up at her with my worried face as I shuffled about on the hard, plastic seat, trying to get comfortable. It was the one and only time I had been glad to be wearing a diaper, the thick padding providing at least some cushioning for my bottom. Mom pushed the cart into the store, smiling at me as she walked. It was weird riding backward, and yet comforting at the same time. Being able to see mom, being able to have her close made me feel safe. And at the same time, not knowing where we were going, not knowing who was behind me let that feeling of anxiety and fear continue to flourish. As mom walked, my eyes continued to dart from person to person, that look of worry still on my face as I scanned each and every face I saw. And still, nobody had stopped to gawk and stare, nobody had stopped to point and laugh, nobody really seemed to care, they were all caught up in their own little worlds. And the ones who did see me, who did acknowledge me, smiled and waved, mouthing 'hi' as though I were baby. And that brought me sweet relief. Mom leaned forward, kissing me on the forehead, her hands brushing over mine on the handrail, rubbing them gently. "you can relax, sweetheart. I promise nobody will know, nobody will care." I hadn't realized how hard I had been squeezing the handrail, how hard I had been nursing my pacifier. I nodded at her, letting my grip lighten, easing up on the pacifier, but still suckling it, still soothing myself as mom pushed the cart through the store. "I know something that will cheer you up," Mom said, passing through the produce area. It was always our first stop in the store. Only, mom kept pushing me along, passing it by. "How about we go and get a cookie." I looked up at her, confused, unsure of what to make of the question. We had never stopped to get cookies before. Mom chuckled. "Would you like a cookie? We can go get one if you'd like?" I craned my neck, trying to turn around to see where mom was pushing me. It was the bakery section, the sweet smell of baked bread wafted from the counter, but that wasn't what my eyes settled on, that wasn't what mom was pushing me towards. She was heading right for the cookie club. The free cookies. They were meant for little kids. And I was a... I was a little kid, I was a toddler. That meant I got a free cookie. The realization dawned on me as mom pulled the cart beside the case so I could see the selection. It still didn't seem true. I looked back up at mom, my eyes asking her if I could have one, waiting for her permission before getting my hopes up. She chuckled. "would you like one?" I nodded, turning back to the case, my eyes beaming with excitement as I pointed at the chocolate chip cookies. "I want that one," I mumbled around the pacifier. "Can I help you, mam?" The voice made me jump and my eyes wandered upwards, making eye contact with the guy standing behind the counter. He was young, his face still immature. "Here for a cookie?" He asked, smiling at me, his voice was higher now, using a tone reserved for small children. I blushed turning away from him, hiding my face as my cheeks turned red. "Sorry she's a bit shy," Mom said to the guy, giving him a small smile before looking back down at me. "But she would love a cookie." "Well then, you're just in time," He said, "These just came out the oven a few minutes ago." "Ohh, yummy," Mom said, rubbing my back. "Which one do you want sweetheart? The chocolate chip? I nodded. "Can she get a chocolate chip, please?" "A wise choice," The guy said, "One chocolate chip for the princess coming right up." I let a small smile slip at the nickname and his silliness before turning back to watch, sneaking a glance as he pulled the cookie from the case. He caught me watching him and smiled again, giving me a little wave through the glass. The smile was warm and inviting, kind. I didn't feel the need to turn away again, to hide, I felt comfortable around him. "Here you are, madam," He said, reaching over the counter, holding the cookie out to me. I looked up at mom once more, making sure it was ok to take the cookie, asking once more for her permission. "Well, go on sweetheart, it's your cookie." Smiling, I reached out and grabbed it from the guy, pulling it close, feeling its warmth in my hands. He was right, they did just come out of the oven. "Can you say thank you, sweetheart?" I looked up at him, meeting his kind smile once more. "Thank you," I whispered, my words coming out slurred around the pacifier, making me sound like a toddler. "You're most welcome," The guy said, taking a bow, making me giggle at last before turning to mom. "She's a tough cookie to crack, but I always get a laugh." He chuckled at his own joke, waving to us as mom started to push the cart again. "Have a good one, mam." Thank you, you too." I peered around mom, watching the guy disappear into the back as mom pushed me back to the produce section. I let the pacifier fall from my mouth. "He was funny," I said, giggling at how silly he had acted. "He was," Mom said, pushing me along, stopping every now and then to add something to our cart. "He just wanted to see that beautiful smile of yours." I giggled, swinging my legs happily as I stared at the cookie in my hands, happy with my reward. I took a bite, letting the warm cookie melt in my mouth as it's chocolaty goodness spread over my tastebuds. "Mmmm." "Is it good?" "Uh-huh," I said, taking another bite, swinging my legs happily as mom continued to shop. The word around me seeming to fade away, to become less important as I focused on my cookie, paying no mind to all the people I had been so worried about. It felt good to be treated so young, felt good to be rewarded for simple things like coming to the grocery store. She came back with a bag of bags of vegetables, nothing I paid much attention to, nor that I could see as it was placed in the cart behind my back. I didn't need to worry about stuff like that, didn't need to let my brain get caught up in such adult responsibilities. My only job was to sit still and eat my cookie. And I had no problem doing that at all, had no problem pretending to be a toddler. As mom wandered off again, grabbing more things, I stuffed the last bite of the cookie into my mouth, savoring the last bite before it was gone. And then I did the next logical thing to do, I turned to my fingers, licking the leftover chocolate off them, paying no mind to how it looked or what others thought, paying no mind to the chocolate smeared on my face. "You are covered in chocolate, sweetheart," Mom said, coming back to the cart, pushing me forward again, walking to the next aisle. I giggled at her, continuing to lick my fingers as she pulled the cart over to the side. She went around the cart, behind my back, and started to rummage around in the diaper bag. When she came back, she had a baby wipe in her hand and stood in front of me, watching me for a minute before saying anything. "Are you done eating your fingers, sweetheart?" I giggled, nodding at her as I held my hands out, letting her wipe down each of my fingers and then my face all the while I was laughing at her, giggling, resisting playfully. Once she finished cleaning me up, she slipped the pacifier back into my mouth, holding her finger to her lips, letting me know I was being too loud as she continued to push the cart further down the aisle. I suckled the pacifier, enjoying the feel of the soft nipple as mom went back to shopping. All I had cared about in that moment was having fun, there was no thought of what was proper and what was improper, no understanding of social rules. I had acted like a toddler, and it felt good. It felt good not to worry, felt good not to care, felt good to have all that fear and anxiety melt away as I grew comfortable with being in the store. It was beginning to get easier to pretend to be the happy, little, carefree toddler everyone saw me as. When everyone around me viewed me in that light, it was easy to slip away into that headspace and forget about being a big girl for a second. And so, I sat in the cart, suckling my pacifier, smiling and swinging my legs like a happy child while mom shopped, taking me down aisle after aisle. My eyes still searching each and every face that passed us by, but it was for a different reason now. It wasn't out of fear of being seen, but rather out of wanting to be seen. The kind smiles and little waves people gave me as they walked by made me feel cute and little, made me feel happy. And I giggled at each and every one of them. Putting on a show for them as I waved back, smiling with wide, bright eyes, enjoying being the center of attention, enjoying being the baby. Only there was an ever-growing problem, an ever-growing urge. A familiar tight stretch, a pressure in my bladder. I needed to pee and it was becoming ever more uncomfortable as I held it in, letting that pressure build. I started to squirm in my seat, squeezing my legs together to keep from having an accident. Something that had been so far ingrained in my mind; it was bad to have accidents. Only little babies had accidents. And then I realized what I was wearing, realized how I was acting. I was a diaper wearing-toddler, I was supposed to use my diapers, it was natural to use my diapers. And so I let it go, focusing off in the distance, letting my body relax as the warm pee soaked into my diaper. It felt good to be rid of that pressure, that uncomfortable feeling in my bladder. "Good girl," Mom said, smiling at me as she patted my knee. I blushed at her praise. I hadn't realized she knew, hadn't realized she was watching as I wet my diaper. The thought of it was embarrassing, but it quickly left my mind as I felt something else. Another pressure was there, deep in my belly. A straining pull. I needed to go potty. I needed to poop. "Mommy..." I whined, spitting out my pacifier, trying to get her attention. "Mommy..." She turned to look at me, her soft smile still showing. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I need to go potty." "You just went potty, sweetheart," She laughed, walking over to me, playing with my hair. "No, mommy... I need to go potty." I said, that look of worry settling back over my face. Mom still smiled, still played with my hair, comforting me, not looking surprised or acting concerned. "That's alright, sweetheart," She said, "You can go potty, and then we'll go and get your diaper changed." I shook my head, squirming in my seat, holding back the waiting poo that was inching ever closer. "Mommy, please..." "Emily, baby, it's not a big deal, sweetheart, just go and I'll change you afterward." I continued shaking my head, sitting back in the seat as tears formed in my eyes. I kept squeezing my legs together, refusing to commit such an infantile act in public. Sure, I had messed my diaper at home, had let mom change me, but that was at home, and we were at the store. Those tears that had been forming in my eyes started to run down my face as mom pushed me down yet another aisle. I could feel myself losing the fight, could feel my sphincter muscles giving out, letting the warm mush squish out into my diaper, spreading out over my bottom as I was forced to sit the mess, my eyes going wide with shock as it all happened. In my dazed state, I hadn't noticed the strong infantile smell in the aisle. I looked over at the shelves and my eyes were met with a wall of diapers. The children printed on the packages seemed to stare back at me, mocking me for the accident I had just had in my pants, mocking me for needing diapers like some little baby. My bottom lip trembled, and I couldn't help but let all those emotions bundled up inside of me explode out. All the fear, all the anxiety, all the happiness, all the giggles, the smiles, the excitement, the stress all of it, it was all too much. I started to breathe heavier, started to panic, letting the tears flow faster now as I started to cry, in a tantrum fit for a toddler. And it finally got mom's attention. She turned back to me from the diapers she was looking at, came to comfort me, pulled my head into her chest as she hugged me, trying to soothe me, trying to stop me from having a meltdown in the middle of the store. "Emily, sweetheart, you're fine baby, what's the matter?" Mom asked, rubbing my back, and then she sniffed the air, smelled what I had done in my diaper. "Oh, baby, it's ok, you're alright, mommy will get you changed." But it wasn't alright, I had messed my diaper, right in the middle of the store, just like a baby, like some little, helpless baby. And that was my breaking point, that was my last straw. "Uh-oh, somebodies a little upset." It was a new voice, a woman's, soft and sweet, coming from behind me. Mom looked up and smiled at the stranger. "Yes, I think we've had a little too much of the store today." The woman laughed. "I think we have to." I turned to see who it was and my heart sank, I froze in my seat. It was a mother and her daughter. A little toddler, sitting in a shopping cart. A toddler just, just like me. Only she was a real toddler and I was just pretending to be one. Or that's at least what I told myself. There was no difference between us. The tears on her face matched mine, only her cries were being silenced by the pacifier in her mouth, the bulge of her diaper under her dress made it known that she was wet and in need of a change. We were the same. I cried harder. Mom offered me the pacifier, trying to coax it into my mouth, trying to stop the flow of tears. "No..." I choked out, pushing her hands away. "Emily, baby," Mom cooed, pleading with me, "It will help calm you down, sweetheart." But I didn't want to be calmed down, I didn't want to be soothed and cooed at like I was a baby. I wanted her to understand the way I felt, I wanted her to understand that I was uncomfortable and upset and angry and tired. I wanted her to understand that I wasn't a baby. Mom turned to the lady, still holding my pacifier. "I don't understand, one minute they're fine and the next they're screaming and crying." "Yep, little Addison here is a bit grouchy and ready for her nap." "I think Emily needs a nap too, but first I need to get her pants changed." "I... I'm not... tired." I said between my sobs wiping trying to wipe the tears off my face. "Maybe not," Mom said, offering me the pacifier again, "But you do need your diaper changed." I hiccupped once more watching as people stopped on their way to look down the aisle, curious to see who the crying baby was. It was enough to get me to listen to mom, and I finally let her slip the pacifier into my mouth, suckling it automatically as the tears continued to stream down my face. I didn't want to be here anymore. I wanted to go back home. I wanted to go and play with my toys and snuggle up in my crib and forget this day ever happened. "See, I told you it would help," Mom cooed, rubbing my back as she pulled my head against her chest, comforting me once again. "well, I better go get this little one changed. It was nice talking to you though. "It was," The woman said, "Hopefully are little terrors didn't scare everyone away." They both laughed at that one and then they were gone. It was just me and mom in the aisle. "Do you feel better, sweetheart?" I nodded, letting her pull away from me, suckling my pacifier as I tried to ignore the uncomfortable mess I was sitting on. "Are you ready to go change your diaper?" Again, I nodded. Mom turned the cart around and started to push me to the back of the store. I suckled in my seat, and when we reached the end of the aisle, I looked down the long strip in the back of the store. My cheeks flushed red darting between all the eyes watching me, all the eyes looking at my tear-streaked face, as mom headed for the bathrooms. If they hadn't smelled me by now, they had to know I was being taken for a diaper change. And it was humiliating. "Mommy, please don't change me here," I said, looking up at her. "Sweetheart, where else am I going to change you?" She asked, grabbing the diaper bag from the cart. "I can't leave you sitting in a messy diaper." "What about the car?" "Do you really want to keep sitting in a dirty diaper while I finish shopping?" "No..." I said, letting her lift me from the cart. "Then let's go change your diaper." Mom carried me into the woman's restroom, thankfully, the one person inside was leaving as we entered. The baby changing station was on the far wall and mom set me down on my feet while she got ready to change my diaper. And I watched, shifting uncomfortably with the poop stuck to my bottom as mom opened the baby changing station before sitting the diaper bag down. She laid out my changing mat on top of the changing station followed by a fresh diaper, wipes, and powder. "Alright, up you go, baby," She said, laying me back on my back. I suckled my pacifier, trying to ignore the change as mom pulled my shorts down, exposing my soiled diaper. I stared anxiously at the door, waiting for someone to walk in as mom untaped my diaper, lifting my legs to wipe the poop off my bottom. A wet wipe followed, cleaning off any remaining poop on my backside, taking that uncomfortable sticky feeling away with it. It felt good to be changed, relaxing, comforting. I let my mind start to wander and then the door squeaked. My eyes shot to the door, to the woman walking in. I froze in place, terrified by her presence, my eyes showing the concern and fear I held inside. She walked in, glanced in my direction, saw me lying naked on the changing table having my diaper changed. And the only thing she did was smile at me as she walked by and disappeared into a stall. Neither she nor mom seemed phased at all by the passing. And then I realized that in her mind, I was just another baby having her diaper changed. She didn't see me as a big girl, she saw me as a baby. Just like all those people earlier. Even if I had had a meltdown, even if I had messed my diaper, their view of me didn't change, they still saw me as a baby, probably more so than before. I smiled. Soon after, mom was sitting me back in the cart, pushing me off to yet another aisle so that she could finish up shopping. And I was much happier. Being in a clean, fresh diaper felt much better compared to the soiled thing I had been in before. I was comfortable again, content. And all those people were still wandering the aisles, still smiling at me, still waving at me, uncaring that I had pooped myself. And I giggled and smiled back at them, happy to be the center of attention once again. Happy to be in a clean diaper.

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

Chapter 3: A Rough Morning "Hunny, do you smell that?" Mom asked, stopping on her way past the living room. Dad looked up from his Ipad, unaware. "Smell what?" "Something stinks, kind of like a..." Dad sniffed the air, chuckling, "It's your turn, I changed her earlier." "Emily?" At the call of my name, I looked up from the blocks I was playing with, meeting Mom's gaze. She had a look of knowing on her face, a soft smile. A maternal look, loving. "Do you have a stinky butt?" I frowned, shaking my head. "No..." "Emily?" She asked again. "Are you sure?" "Uh-huh," I nodded, annoyed by the question. I was pretty sure I would know if I pooped my pants, who wouldn't? She stepped towards me, closing the distance between us. "Can mommy check your diaper, sweetheart?" I huffed, glaring up at her. I didn't want to stop playing, didn't understand why she was so adamant about checking my diaper, but complied with her wish. Standing up, I walked over to her, letting her have control, knowing that she wouldn't find anything. I felt her hand at the small of my back, holding me in place while her other grabbed the back of my diaper and pulled it away from my skin. She held me there for a moment, peering down the back, checking for the poop I knew wasn't there. Moments later her hands retreated. I turned to go back to playing with my blocks, expecting to be set free, but she grabbed my hand, kept me by her side. "Where do you think you're going silly," Mom chuckled, "You need a diaper change." "A diaper change?" I asked, confused. But that would mean... My face flushed red, I felt hot, dizzy. I hadn't noticed it before, that sticky feeling, that warmth, that mushiness in the seat of my diaper. It was there now. All too obvious. I had pooped myself without even realizing it. I felt frozen in place, felt sick. "I... I didn't... I didn't mean to." I stammered, looking up at her, tears welling up in my eyes. I could feel a sob trying to escape my throat. Mom lifted me onto her hip, rubbing my back as she carried me to the stairs. "It's alright, sweetheart, that's what your diapers are for," She said, "For when you don't realize, for when you have an accident..." ******************** My eyes shot open, I gasped for air, my heart pounding out of my chest as I bolted upright in the crib. My shirt was covered in sweat, evidence from the nightmare I had just awoken from. But it was just that, a nightmare. It was all in my head, my imagination. It hadn't been real. I told myself this, laying back, letting my head hit the pillow. My heart started to slow as my panic subsided. I laid there for a minute in the silence of the morning, composing myself, letting that silence take over, letting that silence calm me down. As I lay there, my ears began picking up on the sounds around me. Mom's soft breathing filtered into my ears, helped me relax as my breathing matched with her own. It was comforting, soothing to have her nearby. Dad's snores, however, were absent, and yet I could sense his presence. I could hear the faintest sound of a TV show playing in the living room. The smell of pancakes lingered in the air. Breakfast. My stomach grumbled at the thought as I snuggled further under the warmth of my blanket, hiding from the chill of the morning air. I had recovered from my nightmare, and yet I still couldn't shake the feeling it left me with. It was a dirty feeling, disgust. My mind switched back to the diaper taped around my waist. The subject of my nightmare. It was full from a nights wetting. Its warmth and squishiness was something I was well accustomed to, and yet, it was an entirely new feeling. A wet diaper felt different than a wet pull-up. The bulkiness, the babyish smell, it made me feel infantile, as though I were an actual baby. As though I belonged living the life of a toddler. Something that I knew should bother me. And yet it made me smile. There was something soothing about not having to worry, something soothing about having everything done for you. Even if had only been a couple of days since my return to toddlerhood, I could already feel myself sinking into the mindset of a baby. That state of happiness and carefreeness. It was surprisingly easy to let go, easy to allow myself to both be treated as a toddler, and act along with it. And yet it was difficult at the same time, shameful, terrifying. I knew deep down that it wasn't natural, that I shouldn't find joy in being cared for, that I should want to be independent and mature. But I didn't. I didn't want to make decisions, I didn't want to have responsibilities, I didn't want to grow up. But then there was the thought of losing control. Like the nightmare, the thought of ever pooping myself without knowing sent a shiver down my spine, disgusted me. It was all just so confusing. Mom stirred in bed, rolling over, sighing. It snapped me from my thoughts, made my ears perk as I listened for her movement. I rolled over in the crib, sitting up to face her. She was sitting up in bed, drinking the last bit of water from her glass. She smiled upon seeing me. It was a genuine smile, a happy smile. I smiled back, pulling myself up to the crib edge with a youthful grin on my face, watching as she climbed out of bed, stretching and yawning as she fought off the fog of sleep, waking for the day. She approached the crib, embracing me in a morning hug and a few too many loving kisses making me giggle in her embrace. "Morning, sweetheart, how'd you sleep?" I thought for a moment, enjoying the warmth and comfort she brought, thinking about the nightmare I had only so recently had, thinking about the emotions coursing through my body. I didn't know how to respond, how to tell her. So I lied. "Good." "Ya? That's good, where's your pacifier?" I looked down at my pajama shirt, at the pacifier clip dangling from my chest. I held it out to mom, my eyes asking her not to make me use it, begging her to let me have just one dignity this morning. And yet I knew it was pointless to even try. I had gotten well acquainted with pacifiers over the past couple of days. She took the pacifier from my hand and released the latch from my shirt, heading off over to the changing table where she grabbed a fresh one, a clean one, before returning. "Mommy, please?" I whispered. She shook her head, holding the light blue pacifier up to my mouth. I frowned, staring at the infantile thing. I knew better than to make a fuss though. It was too early in the morning to fight or be difficult, it was easier for both of us if I just accepted the nipple. And so I did. I opened my mouth, letting her plop the pacifier inside, suckling it like a good baby as she held it there for a moment, making sure I wasn't going to spit it out. "Good girl," She said, snapping the paci clip to my shirt. I sighed around the pacifier, glaring at mom as her hands reached for my waist. A diaper check. We both already knew I was in need of a change, after all, bedwetting had lead me to this predicament in the first place, but still, a diaper check made it known that I was a baby, made it known that I was incapable of communicating the state of my diaper. It put me in my place, made it known that she was the parent and that I was the baby. I watched, hanging onto the crib rail for balance as her hand cupped the front of my diaper, squeezing it, pinching it, checking for wetness. The squish of the diaper in her hand confirmed that I was indeed soaked. And then she reached around to my back, pulled me closer, held me still. I froze in place, a spike of fear rising in my chest. Her fingers found the waistband of the diaper, snaked inside, pulled it away from my skin letting a burst of air run down my backside. I could feel her eyes peering down the back. It was something so routine and familiar, and yet so scary. I could only think of one thing. My nightmare. That lack of control, that shock, that feeling of helplessness. And then her hands pulled away. "Just a little wet this morning, I'll change you in a minute," Mom said, rubbing my back, kissing me on the forehead. She paused for a moment, looked me in the eye. "Are you ok, sweetheart?" It took me a minute to process her words, to pull back to reality. I nodded, suckling my pacifier for comfort. Why was I suckling so hard? "Ok," She said, her eyes looking unconvinced, worried, "I'll be back in a minute to change you." With that, I watched as she retreated off into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, leaving me to occupy myself in the crib. It was a test. I could spit the pacifier out, I could rebel like I had done the past few mornings. The thought crossed my mind like a fleeting dream, and just like that, it was gone. I had more things to worry about than the stupid pacifier. Besides, as much as I hated to admit it, it was kind of soothing, comforting. It was something to rely on in this state of unknown. I sat back in the crib, laid back, waiting, needing a break. My mouth working the silicone nipple as I stared up at the ceiling. My mind couldn't shake that nightmare, that feeling of helplessness, of restraint. It scared me, made me want to scream, made me want to act out. And yet at the same time, I was ok with so much of what was going on. I wasn't even sure what I was afraid of at this point, couldn't understand why I was feeling the way I was feeling. Couldn't understand my emotions, couldn't control them. It felt like my brain was going to explode. Like it was going to tear in half. A tear dripped down my cheek. I held my breath, holding back the sob, trying to keep myself together. From the bathroom, I heard the sound of a flushing toilet. Mom. She would be back any second. I wiped the tear from my face, forced my thoughts from my mind. Mom appeared from the bathroom, that same smile still on her face as she approached the crib. "Alright sweetheart, it's your turn, let's get you changed." She helped me from the crib, settling me on her hip for the quick trip over to the changing pad. A place I had been more than enough the past few days. It had been three days since I last used a toilet. Or was it four? I hadn't used one since the day mom and dad picked me up from school. Something that felt like it had happened years ago and yet it had only been a matter of days. Had I known what was coming, I would have stopped by the bathroom on my way to the office, would have enjoyed that last moment of freedom. I longed to be able to sit in private and relieve myself, to be in control even if for only a second. And yet, I knew I wouldn't have that kind of privilege for some time. For now, all my potty habits would be known and monitored. I was a baby in diapers. I had no control over my potty habits, had no control over my diapers, other than when I used them. It was mom and dad's job, their responsibility to check to and change me. It was the very thing I had had a nightmare about. Something so simple, and yet so important. The sound of tapes ripping snapped my mind back to focus. The morning air clung to my damp skin as mom pulled the diaper out from under my bottom, leaving me naked on the pad. "Emily?" She asked, reaching for the baby wipes, "Are you ok, baby, is something bothering you, sweetheart?" There was something bothering me, I did need to talk, wanted to talk. But how could I talk to her when I didn't even know what was wrong? How was she supposed to understand when I didn't understand myself? No, I needed to figure this out. I shook my head, looking away from her, letting my eyes wander as she wiped me down. Besides, it was weird talking to the person wiping your butt. "Alright, sweetheart, I just want to make sure you're ok, that's all," Mom said, fanning out a fresh diaper. I stole a glance at her face as she slid the fresh diaper under me. It was the look of someone deep in thought. She caught me, smiled at me as she smoothed some powder into my skin. It was reassuring, comforting. The room was silent as mom finished changing me. It wasn't until she pulled my pajama pants back up and helped me sit up that she said something. "I just want you to know that I love you with all my heart, sweetheart," She said, pausing, "And while all this may be confusing and frustrating and scary, I still love you, we still love you, more than anything in the world, and you can tell us anything, alright sweetie?" I nodded my head, looking her in the eye. A spare tear dripped down my cheek. I tried to wipe it away, tried to hide it, but mom stopped me. She pulled me into a hug, held me close, let my face bury into her neck. "It's ok to cry, sweetheart, it's ok to be upset." And cry I did. The smell of pancakes intensified as mom carried me down the hallway towards the stairs. My head lay rested on her shoulder, my fingers playing with the pacifier clip as she rubbed my back, still soothing me from my cry session. It felt good to get it out, felt good to let my emotions run free. It made me feel more relaxed, happier, calmer. Mom had been right, it was ok to cry. My head bounced on mom's shoulder, jostling me from my thoughts as she carried me downstairs. I picked my head up, watching her every step as we made our way into the kitchen. Dad was already setting food on the table when he noticed our presence. When he noticed my red, puffy face. "Uh oh, why the sad face pumpkin?" Dad asked, meeting us in the kitchen. Mom answered for me as she tossed my soiled diaper in the trash. "She's just getting adjusted still, that's all," mom whispered, smiling at me as she played with my hair. "Well, maybe some chocolate chip pancakes will cheer you up," Dad cooed, pulling me from mom's arms, settling me on his own hip with a kiss to my cheek. "Are you hungry, pumpkin?" I nodded, letting myself sink into his arms as he carried me over to the highchair. I was reluctant to let go, but let him set me down and buckle me up. I still hated the highchair, still hated what it signified, but at the same time, I tolerated it, much like I tolerated my crib and even the changing table. It wasn't like I had much choice in the matter anyway. Dad finished sliding the tray into place, making sure it locked with the telltale click before reaching for the "Daddy's Princess" bib he loved so much. He pulled it around my neck, tying it behind me while mom fixed a plate for me, making sure to cut up all of my food into bite-size pieces, making sure that a toddler could eat without choking. The way they worked together, the way they cared for me made it seem like I had never stopped being a toddler in the first place. Like I had always just been a big baby. And maybe I had. Maybe I had just been pretending to be a big girl and my parents knew that I was really just a baby. Maybe that's why they put me back in diapers. Mom finished fixing my plate and set it on the tray for me to eat along with a sippy cup of water. My stomach growled in anticipation as I reached for the fork, picking it up how I had been shown, like a toddler. Again, I didn't care and there was no reason to fuss over it. I stabbed a piece of pancake and stuffed it into my mouth, enjoying the warm, gooey, chocolatey, sweetness exploding over my taste buds. Nutritional, no, tasty, yes. It did cheer me up, made me smile a bit as I reached for another piece. "Emily," Mom warned, "Don't forget your fruit and eggs." I nodded at her mid-bite as I scoffed down another piece of pancake. "I won't," I said, reaching for a strawberry to please her, enjoying its refreshing tartness. It wasn't that I didn't like strawberries, it was just that the pancakes tasted so much better, and they had chocolate chips in them. A few more minutes passed in silence as everybody ate. It wasn't until the end of breakfast that Dad said something. "Hey pumpkin," Dad said, waiting for me to look up at him. "Mommy and daddy were thinking that we should get out of the house and do something today." He paused, waiting for my reaction, but all he got was a blank stare as my mind processed the information. Today. Outside. Me. Diapers. Baby. Public. "I... I don't want to..." I mumbled, my blush coming back, hoping that this conversation would be over and that I could just enjoy another boring day indoors. But dad wasn't having it. In fact, he practically ignored my answer. "We were thinking that it would be fun to go and have a picnic at the park," He said, "Maybe even play on the playground a bit. Burn off some energy." I shook my head. "I don't want to..." I was louder this time, more forceful. Again, dad didn't listen or chose not to listen. "We know you're worried about being seen in public, and we understand, the park we found is about an hour away and it's supposed to be really..." "I don't want to!" I screamed at him, crossing my arms across my chest, standing my ground. "Not dressed like a stupid baby." Neither mom nor dad flinched. Neither one reacted in the way I wanted them to. I wanted them to be angry, wanted them to be made, wanted them to give me a reason, an excuse to scream. But they didn't. Mom spoke up. "Emily, sweetheart, that's not your inside voice, and that wasn't very nice of you." She paused for a moment, looking me in the eye. "You need to apologize to daddy and say you're sorry." I glared at her, huffing, refusing to give in, refusing to lower my arms, to apologize for what I had done. Why couldn't they understand, why couldn't they just listen for a second, why couldn't they understand I didn't want to go. "Emily." Mom said again, her mom-look more forceful than before. "Do you need a timeout or are you going to apologize to daddy?" I stole a glance over at dad, trying to figure out my next move, trying to figure out how to spin this so I came out on top. Dad didn't seem to have any emotion, maybe a bit of hurt in his eyes, disappointment, but his demeanor was calm. It didn't give me much to work with. "Emily, you're going to apologize one way or another, it can be now or it can be after a time out." I looked back over to mom, our eyes locking for a moment, and then I shifted my gaze back to dad. I swallowed, looking down at the plate in front of me, refusing to look back at either of them, trying to hide my shame. "I'm sorry, daddy," I mumbled under my breath. "Emily, you need to speak up and look at daddy." I did as I was told and held my chin up, locking eyes with dad. He was still waiting so patiently, was still so calm. "I'm sorry, daddy," I said again, louder this time, my voice shaking as the words escaped my throat. I could feel my cheeks reddening again, could feel tears forming in the corner of my eyes from the embarrassment of being scolded like a toddler in her terrible twos. But I was a toddler, and this was my reminder. "Thank you for saying sorry, pumpkin," Dad said, finally speaking up. "And I'm sorry for not listening to you, that wasn't very nice of me either." Mom reached over, wiping my tears away with a napkin. "Thank you for apologizing, sweetheart, that was very nice of you." With that we went back to eating, only I wasn't hungry anymore. I sat in silence, my head hung, down, my eyes focused on the pancake I was pushing around my plate. I wiped a few more tears away. I just wanted to be let down, wanted to be by myself for a minute, wanted privacy. "Are you full, pumpkin?" I looked up, nodding as I set my fork down, leaning back in the highchair as I waited. "Are you sure you don't want anymore, sweetheart?" Mom asked, "You didn't even finish your pancakes." Again I nodded, slipping the pacifier back into my mouth, my only way of communicating that I didn't want to talk anymore. They might be able to move on in seconds, might be ok with this new punishment, might be ok with reprimanding me as though I were a little baby, but I wasn't. I wasn't used to it, to any of it, and I just needed time to process things, to understand. With breakfast finished, mom and dad cleared the plates while I sat in my highchair. I was still angry at them. Angry that they had disciplined me. Angry that they had treated me like some little child. I didn't even acknowledge dad as he wiped my face and hands off before freeing me from the highchair. "Do you want to watch some cartoons, pumpkin?" I nodded, leading the way into the living room where I made myself comfy on the couch, curling up in the resident blanket as dad turned the TV on. He switched through the channels for a minute before settling on Peppa Pig. It wasn't the most entertaining show to watch, but it was better than doing nothing. Suckling the pacifier, I laid back with my head resting against the arm of the couch, settling in to watch the show. I was already into my third episode by the time mom and dad appeared from the kitchen. "Alright, coolers packed, lunch is packed, everything should be ready to go," Mom said, "I'm going to go shower really quick and then I'll get Emily ready to go." "Sounds good, need me to do anything else?" "Nope, I think we're good," Mom said, heading for the stairs. Dad took a seat on the opposite end of the couch. I glared at him for a second, huffing, before turning back to Peppa. "I'm sorry you're mad at me pumpkin," Dad said, "I didn't mean to make you upset." I didn't answer. Didn't want to answer. I was still mad at him. "Do you want to cuddle for a bit?" I looked over at him, glared at him. He stuck his tongue out in response, making a silly face. It made me giggle a little, slip a little. "Are you sure you don't want to cuddle?" He asked again, holding his arms out, beckoning me over. I glared at him for a minute longer before giving in. I unwrapped myself from the blanket, crawled over to his lap, let him pull me in close and hold me tight. "I pulled the pacifier out for a second, just long enough to speak. "I'm still mad at you," I said, I didn't mean it, but still couldn't bring myself to relent, to give in and be ok. I felt like by giving in that I would be giving up control. I felt like I would be admitting that I was just a baby. And I wasn't ready to do that. "That's ok, pumpkin," He said, patting my leg. "I love you anyway." I smiled at that. Smiled at that daddy-daughter moment as I cuddled further into his side, into his warmth, resting my head against his chest as I settled back in to watch Peppa. It made me feel so little in his arms, so babyish. It brought back memories from when I was younger, from when I would come and cuddle with him after my baths before bedtime. It made me feel warm inside, happy. It made me feel loved. I was so worried about losing control, so worried about slipping back into babyhood that I forgot what it felt like to even be a baby. How good it felt. And yet it still scared me. I still felt the need to fight it at every turn. But this time, this moment, was ok. Mom appeared minutes later with an outfit in one hand and a bag slung over her other shoulder. The outfit consisted of what looked like a yellow summer dress and a pink diaper cover with white ruffles on the back. An outfit that would look admittedly cute on a toddler, it just so happened that I was that toddler. The bag had a gray base with a pastel blue top decorated with little stars. My name was stitched on the side in the same blue. My mind wandered for a second, tried to figure out what the bag was for. And then I saw the baby wipes sticking out of one of the side pockets. A diaper bag. It was a diaper bag. My diaper bag. For some reason, it hit me like a brick wall. The thought of needing a portable diaper changing bag made my spine shiver a bit. It reminded me why I was so uncomfortable with giving up control, with accepting toddlerhood. Dad kissed my cheek before urging me off his lap. "Time to let mommy get you dressed and then we can go," He said, patting my diapered butt for good measure as he guided me in mom's direction. Mom smiled, reaching for my shirt. "Arms up, sweetheart." I shook my head, pulled away from her grasp. "Mommy, please, I really don't want to go," I begged, using my best baby voice. Her eyes fell, her smile shrunk, what was that look, understanding? Pity? She knelt down and pulled me into a hug. "I know you don't sweetheart, but sometimes we have to do things we don't like," She said, "Especially when those things are good for us." "But what if somebody sees me?" Dad's turn. "You don't have to worry about that, pumpkin, we're going to a faraway park for that reason." "Daddy's right, sweetheart, nobody will even know. Now come on, let's get you dressed." Minutes later I was strapped into my car seat watching our neighborhood slip by. I suckled the pacifier to try and settle my nerves, to try and calm myself down. My heart raced at the thought of being seen dressed as a baby in public. It made me sick. Made my stomach feel as though it was tied in knots. The sundress didn't help either. It may be good for playing in the hot weather, but there was no way I was going to be hiding all those ruffles along my backside. "Emily," Mom called from the front seat. "You can relax sweetheart, we're going to have fun. Why don't you try to take a nap and we'll wake you up when we get there." I nodded, sitting back in the seat, letting my body rest. I closed my eyes, hoping for some relief, but none came. I was too worked up, too anxious to even think about taking a nap. No, this was going to be a long car ride. Thanks for reading! And if you enjoyed, feel free to leave a comment down below. It would make my day and I love hearing from everybody. Anyway, the next chapter will be posted next Friday, but if you don't want to wait, you can find Chapter 4 on my Patreon. Until next time: Stay padded, Stay awesome!!! ~SissyatHeart

My friend entered a Pun contest. He entered ten of them, figuring at least one of them would win, but no pun in ten did. ?

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

Chapter 2: In the Beginning Six years earlier... My younger sister is everything that I’m not. It’s as if after the stork delivered me, my parents made a list of all the revisions they wanted and put in a request for her. She’s only about a year younger than me, but you might not know that based on how our parents treat us. She’s confident and outgoing. I stutter every time I get nervous. She gets good grades. I’m already a reading level behind her. She’s feminine and graceful. I’m lanky and awkward. She was potty-trained before her second birthday. I’ve almost never gone a day in my life where I haven’t wet or messed myself. I couldn’t fix all of those things, but as I pulled on a pair of plain, pink, cotton panties, I felt as if I could at last bring some sort of equilibrium to our relationship. Today is Thanksgiving, and a bunch of relatives from out-of-town will be arriving at our house less than an hour from now. It has been a couple years since I’ve last seen my cousins, and the experience is one that still centers in my nightmares. That was the summer before I’d started kindergarten. While even at that age I was aware of the differences between myself and my sister, I hadn’t fully grasped how unusual it was for a girl who had just turned five to rarely be able to make it to the toilet in time. Needless to say, my cousins, who are all my age or older, tormented me relentlessly, aided and abetted by my sister. That was the beginning of my education that I was different. And different isn’t good. Different is weird, embarrassing, awkward, and humiliating. Different makes you stand out. Different paints a bright red target on your back for the kids who are normal. Different lets them know who they can get away with picking on and who they can’t. So that is why I was terrified of having to wear pull-ups around my cousins again. For months, I had begged, and begged, and begged my parents to let me go back to panties on Thanksgiving. Their response was always the same. I couldn’t start using panties until I showed that I could go to the potty consistently without having any accidents. I tried so hard. I really did. But the best I could get in the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving where two separate days where I had been able to keep my pull-ups clean the whole day long. To my good luck, one of those dry days had been yesterday. When mommy came to check on my diaper this morning it was wet, but that wasn’t a surprise. I begged her incessantly to let me wear panties since I had gone without having an accident the whole previous day. She relented and had grabbed some unused panties from a package up on the top shelf of my closet. I’d put the panties on a few minutes ago. It had been almost a year since I had last been allowed to wear them. They were the feeling of freedom. There wasn’t any padding resting on my bottom. I could walk without any fear that it would look like I was waddling. And, best of all, no one could accuse me of being a baby. My younger sister, Elaine, knew better than to tease me directly in front my parents, but when they were out of sight, anything was fair game for her. We didn’t share the same bedroom, but that didn’t stop her from barging in while I was getting dressed, or, even worse, getting changed by mommy or daddy. “Good morning baby,” she said, peeking her head through the door. “I’m not a baby!” I shouted back, raising my voice partly to convince her and partly to convince myself. Elaine didn’t look particularly convinced. To prove it to her, I pulled down my leggings enough to show the panties I had on. “See! I’m not wearing pull-ups.” ----- My cousins arrived thirty minutes later. I wasted no time in making it abundantly clear that I was a big girl now. I didn’t care that it wasn’t appropriate for me to be flashing my cousins with my panties. It was the only argument I had to prevent them from calling me a baby. So, I made sure all my cousins saw that I had panties on at least once, if not twice or more. That afternoon progressed normally at first. I went to the bathroom three times without needing any reminders from mommy, not that she and daddy hadn’t stopped reminding me, but each time they told me I was already on my way to the bathroom. The adults had sent us to the other room to play, something to do with us being too rowdy and loud while they tried to watch the football game on TV. We sat on the floor in a large circle, playing a game of Uno. I only had three cards left in my hand, include a “+4”. I was waiting eagerly for my next turn. My sister was seated to my left, and a cousin had just played a reverse card, changing the direction to clockwise. I had a hard time keeping my hands still as the play moved around the circle. Elaine only had one card left. This was going to be so, so much fun. It was just about to be my turn. My mind registered the feeling of warmth and wetness in my panties a brief moment before it came to the realization that the fact that I was peeing myself was the cause of that sensation. I froze in shock. How did this happen? I had been so careful? Elaine was the first to notice. And she was so giddy about it. Her eyes lit up and a cruel smile stretched across her face. “Annabelle peed herself. Annabelle peed herself.” My sister’s sing-song chanting got the attention of the rest of my cousins, who joined in. “Annabelle peed herself. Annabelle peed herself. Annabelle peed herself.” I raced to my bedroom as they followed and shut the door behind me. I was surprised by the accident, but did I have any reason to be? It didn’t make sense. At some point in every kid’s life, they wet themselves for the last time, and every time after that they make it to the toilet without any issue. And yet, for me, that last accident never came. I’ve never been able to seize the momentum of a dry day escape into the land of toilets and big girl underwear. I heard the door open. “Annabelle Mary Lee, what are you doing hiding in here?” Mommy asked. I didn’t need to say anything. I’m sure Elaine or one of my cousins must have tattled on me. And even then, the massive wet spot on my leggings told mommy everything she needed to know. “You stupid bitch. Why the hell did I let you wear panties?” I didn’t respond. I looked down at mommy’s feet rather than up at my face. I cringed as she walked toward me, turning my face to the side in anticipation. But mommy grabbed my wrist instead and half-dragged me out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and into the living room. All my aunts, uncles and cousins were lounging on the couch, watching some pop-star performing during the half-time show of the football game. They didn’t notice me at first when mommy pulled me into the room, her hand still gripped firmly around my arm. But once they did, the whispers started. “Look at her pants.” “Did she really pee herself?” “I told you she wasn’t actually potty-trained.” Mommy practically dragged me to the center of the room, right in front of the TV. “Listen up everybody. Listen up. Annabelle has something she needs to say,” mommy said, turning to look down at me. “Annabelle, why don’t you tell everyone how old you are?” My mumbled response was incomprehensible, but the laughter that followed from my relatives was crystal clear. “Stop muttering. Speak up. We didn’t hear you.” “Eight.” “You want to tell everyone what you just did in your pants?” I emphatically shook my head sideways. The tears were already beginning to flow. “I’ll do it for you then. Annabelle’s pants are wet because she just peed in them, because even though she is eight years old she’d rather do that than go to the bathroom like a big girl.” Tears rolled down my face, going across my cheeks before following down to the floor. Then the laughter came. Laughter, laughter, and more laughter. From every corner of the room they were all laughing at me. “Mommy… please…” “Please what? You were the one who said you were a big girl this morning. You told me you could keep your panties dry.” Everyone kept laughing, except for an aunt and uncle, ones I hadn’t ever met before, who had hadn’t brought along any kids of their own. They stood by themselves in the far corner, scowls on their faces. Another trickle of pee leaked out involuntarily, splattering on the floor and drawing gasps from my audience. Daddy gave mommy a look, and then whispered in her ear. “So disgusting,” daddy said, as he grabbed me from underneath both my arms and hauled me away to my bedroom. The spanking began without the usual lecture. At least daddy had been in such a rush to get it started that he hadn’t bothered with grabbing a paddle and was instead using his bare hands. Not that it still wasn’t painful. I thought that by now I should have used up all my tears, but I must have found another reservoir of them, because the tears kept flowing without any pause until the spanking concluded. After the spanking, daddy laid me down on the bed. Back to pull-ups for me. I tried to be not too upset about it. That was the status-quo after all. Panties were just the exception. But he wasn’t holding a pull-up in his hand; he had a diaper instead. The type with the Sesame Street characters I use at night or in the car when we went on long road-trips. I squirmed away and jumped off the bed, but daddy grabbed me and placed me back on the bed. He held both my legs in one hand so I couldn’t move. “You have three seconds to stop or your bottom is getting another spanking. With the paddle this time.” He won. I knew that threat wasn’t a bluff. Though the tears had stopped, I still sniffled as daddy taped the diaper on me with a well-practiced efficiency. It was bad enough to have to wear a pull-up around my cousins, but a diaper. I could already hear their taunts ringing in my ears. Once I was off of the bed, I started to walk to the dresser to grab a pair of jeans, something that would hopefully hide that I was wearing a diaper. “What are you doing?” “I’m getting dressed.” “Dressed? You already are dressed.” The implications of that statement were immediately clear. “Daddy. No. Please. Everyone will see it.” “You should have thought about that before you decided to pee your pants. Now, come on. No more hiding in your bedroom.” I froze as we got to the end of the hallway. I could hear my cousins just around the corner. They were talking about me. Then I felt daddy’s hand on my lower back. With a strong shove he pushed me forward out of the hallway and into the room. My cousins didn’t say anything for the first few seconds. This was too easy. Predators don’t expect their prey to just come and lay down in front of them. The situation was just so bizarre, that even with the intent to bully me, they weren’t sure how to do it. The first comment, coming from my oldest cousin, was the most biting. “Aww. Those are the same diapers my baby sister wears.” I thought I had run out of tears earlier. I was wrong. I sat in the corner and began to cry. My unresponsiveness put an end to the game, at least for the moment. They got bored, as kids tend to do rather quickly, and ran outside to play. Even after they left, I remained in corner. Eyes closed, arms hugged around my legs, which were squeezed together in an unsuccessful attempt to obscure the diaper. Stupid. I’m so stupid. I should have just worn the pull-ups. Mommy wouldn’t have been happy with my accident, but she wouldn’t have punished me like that. And a daddy wouldn’t have put me back in diapers. It’s all my fault. As I was crying in the corner, the aunt and uncle that I hadn’t met before took a seat to either side of me. “Well,” my aunt said. “What has you feeling so down?” I spread my legs far enough apart to make the diaper fully visible. My aunt frowned but didn’t make any comment. Instead, she removed her jacket and set it across my lap so the diaper was fully concealed. “Who are you?” I asked. I didn’t know a lot about my extended family, especially ones who visit so rarely. “I’m your dad’s sister,” she said. “But, why haven’t I seen you before?” “We… let’s just say your father and I have… some difference.” Differences? That didn’t make a lot of sense to me. “This might cheer you up,” my uncle said. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a Gameboy. I remembered what my parents always said about videogames. Evil. A gateway drug to violence. No different than devil worship. But now I didn’t know what to think. Here was an adult handing me a videogame like it was something that was completely normal to do. And from adults who weren’t making fun of me for wearing a diaper. He showed me how to use the directional pad to move the little character from left to right on the screen and how to use the other buttons to jump or run faster. I wasn’t very good at it. In fact, I lost several lives right away before I began to get enough of a sense of the timing to where I could progress further along the level. My mind was so absorbed in the game that I didn’t notice the urges coming from my bladder until it was too late and my diaper had gone from dry to wet. “Are you having fun?” my uncle asked. I nodded. I hadn’t even known that there was anything in the world like this. “You know,” he said. “How would you feel about the idea of coming to stay with us for a while, instead?” Live somewhere other than with mommy and daddy? I didn’t know what to make of that idea, but my uncle didn’t get time to expound on the thought as daddy approached us and snatched the Gameboy out of my hands. Daddy threw it against the floor. “I will not have you corrupting my child. Not in my house.” My uncle looked at his brother-in-law with his mouth gaping open. “Those aren’t exactly cheap,” my uncle said. “That’s your problem. You shouldn’t have brought it.” “Children have always needed to play. This is just a new way of doing it. We weren’t harming Annabelle” “I. I am the one who decides what happens in my house. Not you.” Daddy turned to look at me. “Go to you room. Now!” I ran off to my bedroom. That wasn’t an order I dared to disobey. But even in my bedroom, I could hear bits and pieces of the heated conversation daddy was having with his brother-in-law. They had moved closer to the front door, and I crept that way to listen in on them, taking care that daddy wouldn’t be able to see me. “You saw what happened earlier. She keeps pissing herself,” daddy said. “I did see what happened earlier,” my uncle replied. “I saw a bunch of so-called adults bullying a young girl because of something she isn’t able to control.” “She’s eight. Eight-year-olds should know how to use the toilet properly.” “Exactly, and if she can’t, she needs to see a doctor.” “What she needs to do is stop pissing herself on purpose. I’m not paying to take her to some quack who would have her drugged up with who knows what.” “On purpose? Are you crazy? What kid would want to do that?” “What the fuck do you know about children? You don’t even have any kids.” “You’re really asking what the fuck I know about kids? We’ve taken care of dozens of foster kids. And you know what, they all come from homes like this. With parents who aren’t willing to put in the work to take care of them right.” “But you don’t have any kids of your own. I wonder why that is. Why should I listen to some faggot who can’t even get his woman knocked up properly?” “James, don’t,” my aunt said to her husband, interrupting the conversation. “I’m done. This is the last time either of you will set foot in here. I’ve got a 12-gauge, and I damn well know how to use it. Now get the fuck out of my house.” The door slammed shut. I was alone again.

Chapter 2: Later that Night Music. So soft, so soothing. So quiet, so peaceful. So relaxing, so comforting. Nursery rhymes. It was nursery rhymes. I nursed the pacifier in my mouth as my eyes slowly blinked open, taking in the world around me. The room was dark, but I could still make out a line of wooden bars in front of my face. I rolled over, staring up at the ceiling, still nursing the pacifier in my mouth as I watched the mobile go round and round. It didn't register at first. For a moment it was so relaxing. So comforting. So peaceful. The warm blanket. The soft mattress. The gentle music. I was happy, content. And then it hit me. The bars in front of my face. The mobile spinning overhead. The nursery rhymes. A crib. I was in a crib. I remembered. My heart racing as I relived the day. A day that felt more like a nightmare than real life. The accident. Taken out of school. The car seat. Spanked. Diapered. Bottle-fed. It all came rushing to the forefront of my brain, overloading my mind with information. With emotions. I pulled the pacifier from my mouth, throwing it from the crib. I wasn't a baby. But even as I thought that the crinkle of my soggy diaper told me otherwise. Made it known that I was a baby. That there was no escape from this prison. This treatment. I felt a tear run down my cheek. My eyes watering as I pushed myself against the corner of the crib, pulling my knees to my chest, hugging them with my arms as I buried my face. I could feel the tears coming. Like a flood waiting to be released. I wanted to cry, needed to cry, like some little baby. "No! I'm not a baby, I'm not a baby, I'm not a baby," I told myself shaking my head, trying to throw those emotions from my mind, trying to compose myself, trying to keep the tears away. I willed myself to believe it. But no matter how many times I said it, how much I believed it, the tears still fell. And as I started to cry, I felt a familiar pain rising in my chest. A sob waiting to be released. I tried holding it back. Tried to keep it inside. Letting my insides burn up as it inched closer to escape. I tried. I resisted. I fought. But it was too much. It was all just too much. I broke down, giving up, letting it out, sobbing. I felt broken, defeated. I felt like a baby. The door creaked open. "Hey baby, what's the matter?" Mom asked, flipping on the light, blinding me. I said nothing as she approached, pushing myself as far away as possible, curling up as tight as possible, refusing to look at her as I wiped away the tears, trying to hide the fact I was crying. "Baby, Emily, what's the matter, sweetheart?" She asked, reaching in to brush my hair out of my face. She noticed the tears. Her face showed it. "Why are you crying, sweetheart, what's wrong?" I pushed her hands away, crawling over to the other side of the crib, away from her, laying down with the blanket pulled over my head. "Go away." She didn't say anything. Instead, I felt her hand rubbing my back, comforting me, soothing me. At least trying to. She gave it a minute. Letting me calm down, letting me grow comfortable with her presence before pulling the blanket from my face. "Emily, baby, you've got to talk to me, sweetheart." I glared up at her, angry. "Why?" "Why what, sweetheart?" "Why are you treating me like this?" Her face softened, she sighed, looking me in the eyes. "Because I love you and want what's best for you." "If you loved me, you wouldn't be treating me like a baby." "Emily, that's not true." "Yes, it is," I seethed, a burning hatred in my eyes. "I hate you!" She looked hurt by the words, pained. But she didn't stop. Didn't get mad. Didn't hesitate. Her hand was still rubbing my back, still comforting me, still loving me as I let out my anger and frustrations. That's ok, sweetheart, you can hate me," She said, "But I will always love you." Those words. You can hate me, but I will always love you. Those words struck a chord in my heart, made me feel guilty, upset. I had never in my entire life said that to her. I had never been so mean. So cruel. My eyes blurred with tears. all she was trying to do was comfort me and shower me with love and I was pushing her away. It triggered something inside of me. Made me feel small. Made me feel vulnerable. Like a baby. It made me feel like a baby. I needed her. Needed her to know that I loved her. That I didn't mean what I had said. More tears slipped down my cheeks. I looked up at her as I started to cry again. "Mommy," I whined, choking back the tears, "I'm sorry." I barely managed to finish before breaking down, my breathing labored as I fell into hysteria. A mixture of painful sobs and tears. I was broken. I didn't want her to leave me. I didn't hate her. I needed her. Needed her to comfort me. To hold me. To love me. After all, I was her baby, and she was my mommy. "Sweetheart," mom said, pulling me into a high, holding me close, trying to comfort me, "You have nothing to be sorry for." I cried and cried. Cried into her chest like some little baby until she finally pulled me from the crib and into her arms. My face nuzzled into her neck, my tears soaking her skin and shirt where my face lay buried as she bounced, trying to calm me down. Soothing me like one would a baby. "Sweetheart, where's your paci?" I pulled my head from her shoulder, realizing that she was looking for it in the crib. The very pacifier I had just so recently thrown from the crib. I looked her in the eyes, my worry meeting her calm, before pointing to the infantile thing by her feet, hoping I wouldn't be in trouble. She smiled, bouncing me once more. "It's alright, sweetheart, you're not in trouble," she said, rubbing my back as she carried me over to the makeshift changing table. "Sometimes babies drop their pacis, mommies got another one for you and something else to make sure you don't lose it again." I watched as she opened one of the drawers on the dresser, grabbing one of the many pacifiers inside. The one she grabbed had a ribbon attached to it. There was an entire collection of them. I squirmed in her arms at the thought of needing so many. A squirm that was soothed by more bouncing. Just like a baby. She held the pacifier up to my mouth, coaxing it between my lips. I didn't fight her, I let her slip the nipple inside, nursing it like an obedient baby. My sobs stopped immediately. Silenced by the infantile thing. She clipped the ribbon to my onesie. A pacifier clip. I wouldn't be losing this one anytime soon. Or throwing it. "There we go, much better now," mom cooed, bringing me over to the rocking chair. She sat down with me sitting on her lap, facing her with my legs off to either side of her. She pulled me into her chest as she rocked, humming along to the nursery rhymes still filling the room. Her hand never left my back, never left me exposed. She kept me close. Kept me safe. Comforted. I lay there against her chest, nursing the pacifier as I listened to her heartbeat, my own breathing synching with hers as I slowly calmed down. And eventually, my tears stopped. She held me there for another few minutes before pulling me from her chest, looking me in the eyes as she tucked my messy hair behind my ear. "All better?" I nodded, rubbing the last of the saltwater from my face. She patted my back. "Good, now how about we go and feed your little belly, Daddy made your favorite." "Really?" "Really," She said, "Now what do you say we go and get some?" I nodded again and found myself back on her hip being carried from the room. And then I had a thought, something I had forgotten about in my tantrum as embarrassing as it was. Something mom had seemed to notice either. I pulled the pacifier from my mouth, hanging onto it as I clutched her shirt. "Mommy wait!" She stopped in her tracks; her eyes worried. "What is it, sweetheart?" I looked up at her and then back down at the floor. My cheeks flushed red as I mustered up the courage to answer. An answer that was barely a whisper. "I... I peed." She smiled, she seemed relieved, happy even as she patted my bottom, pinching the back of it to check for wetness. I squirmed in her arms as a finger intruded around the cuff of my diaper, feeling inside. "I guess you do have a wet bottom," She teased playfully, "I'm going to have to get used to checking diapers again, it’s been a while since there's been a baby in the house. "Mom!" She smiled, guiding the pacifier back into my mouth before adjusting me on her hip. "You're diapee's only a little wet, sweetheart, I'll change you after dinner." And with that, we were on our way again, my face a bright, rosy red. I had just had my diaper checked. Just like a real baby would. Something that mom had just hinted to being the new norm. It brought an uneasy pit to my something. A thought and feeling that soon drifted away as mom started down the stairs. I bounced in her arms with each step she took. A smell wafted up from the kitchen, an amazing smell. My stomach growled. I knew exactly what it was. Mom was right, my favorite, chicken cheese rice. My mouth watered at the thought of the cheesy chickeny goodness waiting for me downstairs. I hadn't realized how hungry I was, but after having missed lunch, it felt like there was a hole in my stomach. "Well, there you two are," dad said, smiling as she looked up from the stove, "I thought I was going to have to come looking for you two." "Emily just needed some time to wake up, that's all," Mom said, walking up beside him, patting my back as dad skewered a piece of chicken, holding it up to my mouth. Mom pulled the paci from my mouth, allowing me to open wide as dad slipped the fork in. "Mmmmmmm, that's really good, Daddy." They both laughed as mom pushed the pacifier back into my mouth. Dad answered. "I'm glad you like it pumpkin, I figured after today you deserved a special treat." I nodded in agreement. Darn right they owed me after today. And chicken cheese rice was only the start of it. "How much longer you got, hun?" Mom asked, carrying me over to the table. "Oh, just a few more minutes. I'm waiting on the cheese sauce." "Alright, I'm going to get Emily buckled up, and then I'll be back to help." "Sounds good." It was then I turned to look over at the table. My heart dropped at the sight. I whimpered, squirming in mom's arms as she carried me over. I hadn't noticed it at first. By some miracle, I had glanced over it. But now, now it was clear as day. A highchair. A baby's highchair. Sitting right where my usual spot was, at the end of the table with my parents at either side. Both of them in reaching distance. Both able to help me, control me. It was a reminder of my current predicament. A reminder that I was now a toddler. My freedoms so taken got granted before now so easily stripped away. "Hey, it's alright, sweetheart," Mom cooed, bouncing me as she moved to sit me down. I shook my head, spitting the pacifier out, letting it dangle from the clip. "No, mommy, please," I begged, clinging to her shirt, refusing to let go, refusing to let her sit me down. I looked up at her, my eyes watering, pleading with her to not make me sit in the highchair. But my pleas fell on deaf ears. She sat me down, my diaper squishing underneath me, reminding me that I was sitting in my own pee without a care in the world. Just like a baby. I was no longer thrilled with the prospect of dinner, especially having to eat in a highchair. A stray tear dripped down my cheek. I crossed my arms, holding them close to my chest like a child refusing shots. I didn't want to be a baby. I wanted to be a big girl. I wanted to be normal. I wanted to sit in a regular chair. "Emily, sweetheart, you're ok," Mom said, wiping away my tears, "You're a toddler now and toddlers eat in highchairs. It's nothing to get upset about." I wiped my tears away, looking up at her. 'Mommy, please," I said, my eyes pleading with her. Bambi eyes. Sad eyes. I pointed at one of the other chairs. A big girl chair. "Can I please sit there?" Mom shook her head. "Baby, you've got sit in your highchair. Mommy doesn't want you to fall and hurt yourself." I don't know why, but in that moment my headspace lapsed. It was like a moment of clarity. A moment of realization. I no longer felt so little and helpless. I no longer felt like a baby. I was a big girl and I knew it. I knew that I wasn't supposed to be sitting in a highchair. I knew I wasn't supposed to be wearing a diaper. I knew that wasn't supposed to call my mom mommy. I pushed her arms away, glaring up at her. "I'm not a baby." "Emily that's enough," She said, slipping the pacifier back into my mouth. Her words were stern but gentle. A warning. And I knew enough at that moment to listen. I didn't need any reminders; my bottom was still warm from earlier and another trip over dad's lap seemed worse than the highchair. I relented. Letting her take control. Letting her take care of me. Letting her baby me. She smiled, coaxing my arms away from my chest, guiding them through the highchairs shoulder straps, buckling them together at my chest, and then again around my waist. A five-point harness securing my diapered bottom to the cushioned seat. It made me feel so little. So infantile. A feeling I wanted to resist but couldn't. It was too strong. too controlling. It wiped away any thought I had of being a big girl. Made me realize that I was a toddler. That I had no control. "Arms up, sweetheart." I was snapped out of my thoughts, I looked up to see mom holding the highchairs tray. I glared at her, pouting, as she slid the tray into place, locking it with a click before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving me to my own thoughts. I was trapped. My freedom taken away from me. But from their perspective, I was safe and secure. A little toddler strapped into her highchair. A place where I couldn't get into any trouble while they finished getting dinner ready. It was only a few minutes later when dad brought dinner over, setting it down on the table. Mom followed soon after, setting a pink, plastic child's plate on the highchair’s tray along with a sippy cup of milk. I pouted, looking at my meal. It could only be described as a toddler's meal. Little bite-sized pieces all scaled down to make sure I didn't choke. All covered with dad's famous cheese sauce. They were really taking this baby business seriously. And in the process had ruined my favorite meal. I looked up from my plate, dejected, as mom walked around behind me. A thing of cloth was drawn over my chest and mom busied herself tying it behind my back. A bib. She had just tied a bib around my neck. My cheeks flushed red. Here I was, sitting in a highchair with a wet diaper, my meal all cut up, and a bib tied around my neck. I looked like a baby. I felt like a baby. I was a baby. And mom and dad were acting like this was just another normal day. A tear dripped down my cheek. I tried wiping it away, but they had already seen it. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" Mom asked, reaching over to wipe my face with a napkin. I pushed her hand away, shaking my head, trying to hide my face, trying to keep myself from crying for the umpteenth time today. It was surprising I had any tears left at all. Dad jumped in. "You ok, pumpkin?" I nodded but said nothing, trying to pretend like they weren't there. I just needed to be alone for a minute. Needed to think. I felt another tear drop down my cheek and reached up to wipe it away. But mom beat me to it. She held my chin up, giving me a small smile. I could see in her eyes that she cared. That she wanted to help me. Wanted to make me feel better. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" Mom asked. Again, I shook my head, my eyes shifting back down to the plate in front of me. Her hand disappeared, leaving me be. Giving me the space I needed in the moment. Letting me have just an ounce of freedom. I closed my eyes, hesitating for a moment before opening them again, staring at the steaming food in front of me, at the little rubber fork sitting on the tray. I was hungry but couldn't bring myself to eat. Couldn't bring myself to act like a toddler, to accept that this was the new normal. I shuffled in my seat, uncomfortable with both the prospect of being a toddler for the foreseeable future and the wet diaper underneath my bottom. I glanced up, looking to my parents, they were occupied by their own meals, by their own worlds. My stomach growled. Again, my eyes drifted back to the steaming food in front of me. My mouth watered in anticipation. My body urged me to eat. Yelled at me to suck it up and dig in. It didn't care if it was embarrassing or not, it just wanted to be fed. And the longer I sat there, staring at my plate, the hungrier I got. I was starving. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and even then, the only thing I had had to eat was a pop tart. And so I gave in. I breathed a sigh of defeat, a huff more like it, finally relenting, finally picking up the little rubber fork. And then mom gently grabbed my hand. She gave me a small smile, pulling the fork from my hand, adjusting it so my fist was gripped over the handle much like a toddler would hold a utensil. But then again, that's what I was in their eyes, a toddler. I glared at her as she pulled away, leaving me to figure out the awkward grip. It was annoying, to say the least. Embarrassing, demeaning at the worst. But I didn't argue, didn't fight back, didn't fuss. I accepted it for what it was and moved on. I was too focused on the pain in my stomach to care anyways. I had made up my mind. I swallowed my pride, my dignity, and slid the fork into the food. I awkwardly lifted it up and stuffed it into my mouth, spilling more on my bib and highchair than what made it into my mouth. But I didn't care. It was amazing. An explosion of flavors all happening at once. Savory, salty, cheesy deliciousness that satisfied my atrophied stomach. I needed more and as I dug in for another bite, I could sense something, like I was being watched. I looked up to see mom and dad watching me, smiles on their faces. Looking proud at their victory. Proud that they had gotten me to act like a good little toddler. Like some little doll. They had won again. And I didn't care. I pulled the plate closer, digging in for more, stuffing my face a second time, and then a third time, and then a fourth time. Shoveling food down my throat as fast as possible. I couldn't stop, I was starving. As I ate, I looked up a second time, sneaking a glance at mom and dad, they had stopped oohing and awing over me and were both back to eating, neither of them saying anything. It was going to be a quiet dinner tonight. Something I could handle. It was easier that way. By the time dinner was over, I was covered in food. My face, bib, onesie, and highchair had all been victims of one spill or another. I looked like a toddler. I felt like a toddler. Sitting there with food all over me. But my tummy was full, and I was satisfied. I could feel myself slipping off into a food coma as my parents started to clear the table and clean up from dinner. Mom came back, washcloth in hand, and started cleaning me up. The tray was removed, and my bib was untied before she started working over my face and hands with the warm, damp cloth. Doing her best to clean me up. Something I was actually grateful for. It felt good to get the stickiness cleaned off my face. Felt good to be cared for. And then something happened. Something I was not ready for. My gut rumbled, catching me off guard, making me wince. A slight cramp came from my lower belly. An urge. My insides letting me know it was time to move the system along. Letting me know that it was time to poop. And there was a diaper taped around my waist. This was going to be awkward. "Mommy?" "What is it, sweetie?" "I... I have to go to the bathroom." She started to unbuckle me, helping me down from the highchair. "Well, that's ok, sweetheart, just go in your diaper and I'll change you in a minute." "No mommy," I said, my insides rumbling again as my face flushed red, "I... I have to..." "Poop?" She asked, smiling. I nodded, looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her to lead me to the bathroom, to take the diaper off, to let me use the toilet. A fantasy if anything. A dream. But this was reality. And reality sucks. Her shoulders relaxed; her eyes softened. "Sweetheart, that's what your diaper is for," She cooed, her voice soothing, encouraging. I shook my head. "Mommy, please," I begged. The thought of defecating in a diaper sent shivers down my spine. Peeing was one thing, something I was used to, but the thought of deliberatively pooping in a diaper was disgusting. I couldn't imagine it. Wouldn't imagine it. And yet, it was a very real thing. My gut rumbled again. The urge more forceful than before. And mom had just sealed my fate. "Sweetheart, you're fine, all babies poop in their diapers," She said, rubbing my back as she handed me my sippy cup, "Just go and I'll come and change you in a minute." I wanted to say more. Wanted to fight and resist. Wanted her to listen to me. But before I could, she slipped the pacifier in my mouth and turned to head back into the kitchen, leaving me to poop my pants like some little baby. And I wasn't having it. "No!" I screamed throwing the sippy cup to the floor, my arms crossing in front of my chest, a scowl settling on my face. "I'm not a baby!" The sink shut off; all was quiet. Both mom and dad turned to look at me, they didn't look angry, didn't look surprised. They looked tired, like they were exhausted from dealing with a fussy toddler. I looked up at both of them, my eyes switching between there still faces, my heart pounding as I realized what I had just done. My face fell. I hiccupped, holding back the tears. "I... I don't want to be a baby." Mom's face fell at my own tear-streaked face. She looked upset. Upset that I was upset. Something that should be comforting, but it wasn't. This was all her fault. Everything was. Mom moved, stepping towards me. "Mom... Mommy, I... I'm sorry," I mumbled, taking a step back, trying to avoid her grasp, trying to escape, but it was no use. I soon found myself on her hip, the pacifier being pushed back into my mouth as she brushed a strand of hair from my face, bouncing me, soothing me. She moved from the kitchen, heading for the stairs. "Honey, you got the dishes tonight?" "Sure do." The last thing I saw before turning the corner was a look of relief on Dad's face. Happy that it was mom dealing with my outburst and not him. I, on the other hand, was not as thrilled. And I squeezed mom's shirt as she carried me away. Upstairs, mom brought me to the bathroom, locking the door before setting me down on my feet. I backed into the corner, watching her as she started a bath. My bowels moved again, begging me to let go. It was like my body could sense I was in the bathroom. I looked over at the toilet, a moment of hope that was crushed by the safety latch holding the cover down. But I already knew the toilet was out of the question. "Sweetheart, you need to go so I can change you." Her voice made me jump, snapping me out of my thoughts, bringing me back down to reality. She had moved from the tub and was sitting on the toilet, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked calm yet stern. A parent disciplining their fussy toddler. "I can't," I said, more tears forming in my eyes as I squeezed my legs together, fighting the ever-growing urge to go. To poop. "Emily, it's not healthy to hold it in, sweetheart, you need to go." "Mommy, please." She shook her head, refusing to answer me, waiting for me to do my business, to lose control. And I was going to fight it till the very end. And fight I tried. I tried squeezing, tried everything to keep it inside. But it was too much. My body had already made up its mind. And I had no say in the matter. I was on the verge of tears as I felt my bowels moving, felt it moving down my system, pushing its way into my diaper. I tried one final, desperate resistance. But I couldn't hold it in any longer. My body let go. It stopped clenching. My cheeks flushed red as the poop pushed into the back seat of the diaper, spreading across my backside as the diaper expanded. It was warm, squishy, yucky. A feeling I wasn't used to. I felt dirty. My eyes blurred, filling with tears, turning to a silent cry as I broke down, letting the weight of my emotions all out at once. Out of everything I had experienced today, this had been the worst. Had made me feel the most babyish. The most infantile. The most little. It broke me. Made me realize that my parents were right. I was just a little baby. A toddler. "Mommy?" I choked out, stepping towards her, needing her. "Shh, you're ok, sweetheart, you're ok." I buried my head in her chest, letting her hold me in her arms, comfort me, coddle me. Even if she had been the one that forced me to do this, forced me to act like a baby, she was still my mother, and I needed her love, needed her to let me know that everything was going to be ok. It was minutes later when she gently pried me from her arms, leading me over to the changing mat on the ground. She didn't give any instructions and I didn't need any. Her hands guided me down, laid me down. A pacifier was slipped in my mouth and I took it, suckling it to distract myself from the present. I felt her hands at my crotch, pulling the snaps of the onesie off, exposing the soiled diaper. "You ok, sweetheart?" I hesitated for a moment, thinking before nodding. Wincing as the sound of tapes tearing filtered in the air. Squirming as fresh air worked its way over my now exposed diaper area. My cheeks flushing red as a wet wipe worked its way over my front side, my diaper bits. My surprise as my ankles were grabbed together and lifted, exposing my backside to more wipes, to more cleaning. And then it was done. I watched mom fold up the diaper, setting it aside to throw away later. My mind still not comprehending the partial diaper change I had just experienced. And that was ok. It was ok because mom knew what to do next. She knew to help me up. Knew to finish undressing me. Knew to help me into the tub. Knew to sing and hum as she scrubbed me with a warm washcloth. She knew how to care for me. Knew how to care for a baby. And I was brand new at acting like one. My mind continued to wander as I sat in the tub, mom continuing to work the washcloth over my body, gently massaging my skin with the warm cloth. Her voice, so soft and soothing, urging me to relax, to rest in her arms as she lovingly cared for me. It made me feel calm. Made everything ok. It was easy to let go. To forget. To relax. "Can you close your eyes for me, sweetheart?" Her voice pulled me back in. I looked up at her, confused, looking for instruction, I had missed what she said. Mom smiled back, a cup of water in her hand. "Can you close your eyes for mommy?" I nodded, closing my eyes, letting her poor the water over my head, soaking my hair. And then her hands went to work again, lathering my head with shampoo, her fingers running through my hair, massaging the suds into my scalp. I closed my eyes, enjoying every bit of it. It had been years since she had washed my hair. I felt another cup of water pour over my head, this one rinsing the soap from my hair. It left me feeling relaxed, carefree. Left me feeling loved. Made me feel like that everything was ok in the world. And then mom was helping me from the tub. I shivered as my wet skin came in touch with the world. That surreal warmth disappearing so quickly. Mom had a towel, pink and fluffy. She wrapped it around me, pulling me close to her, hugging me with her warmth as she dried me off. My mind and body on auto drive, finally relenting, finally understanding that it was ok to let go. That it was ok to be cared for. And then I was back in mom's arms, being carried off to their bedroom. I whimpered at the sight of the changing table, my mind remembering what all this was about. A whimper that was met with gentle cooes and shushing. Something calming and comforting. Relaxing. Mom laid me down, pulling the towel from my body, leaving me naked on the soft pad. She offered me a pacifier, guided it between my lips. I accepted, nursing the silicone nipple as I watched her gather supplies, watched her pull out a fresh diaper. A sight that was still unsettling. Needing a distraction, I stared off into the room, focusing on anything and everything that my gaze pulled to. Admiring the crib, admiring the work they had done to do all this. I jumped at the feeling of something cold. Something wet, but thick. A cream. I turned to look. Mom was massaging a cream into my diaper area, covering my front and back with a thick, white paste. It smelled medicinal, like a hospital. A diaper cream. I lost interest, breathing a deep sigh of relief as my gaze shifted towards the ceiling, my hands rubbing my eyes. I was tired. I hadn't noticed that before. I heard a crinkle, felt my legs lift slightly, felt the soft padding underneath my butt. A diaper. My mind raced for a second, screamed at me that I should fight back, protest. But I didn't. I laid docile like a sleepy infant as mom coated my diaper area with a sweet-smelling powder. It was soft, comforting. Something I remembered deep down. Baby powder. And then the diaper was pulled up, its top reaching to my bellybutton, the sound of tapes opening and then the hugging sensation as it was taped up. I was back in a diaper. It was more comfortable than I remembered from earlier. It was warm, dry, soft. Comforting. It made me feel safe and secure. "Some one looks a little tired." My eyes focused again, looking up at mom, but I didn't respond. I was too busy working the pacifier in my mouth. "What do you say we get you dressed and into your crib?" She asked, smiling as she ran her hand through my hair. Again, I didn't respond. I didn't need to. She lifted me off the changing pad, moving me to the edge of their bed where she laid me down again. Off to my left was a pair of pajamas. A cute short and shirt set. It was light pink, pastel. It was simple. Mom picked up the shorts, guiding them up my legs, lifting my butt to pull them over my diaper. She sat me up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. "Arms up." I reached up, letting her guide my arms and head through the shirt, letting her finish dressing me in the childish outfit. Letting her have total control like I was some helpless toddler incapable of dressing myself. I was back on her hip again, only for a moment, and then I was sitting in her lap on the rocking chair. She hummed, rocking gently as she played with my hair. My head rested against her chest. My eyes blinking, fighting off the urge of sleep. My brain slowly turning off. Drifting, relaxing, falling asleep. "Hey honey," The voice was soft, a whisper, dad. My eyes shot open, my hands reached up, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes. I felt a new hand on my back. It was bigger than mom, firmer, but still gentle, still loving. It was Dad's. He kissed my cheek. "Hey, pumpkin, how are ya?" I groaned, tired and ready to sleep. Something dad chuckled at. I glared up at him. Again, he smiled. And then I was pulled from mom's lap and into his arms. They switched places. Mom disappearing off to the bathroom and dad sitting in the rocking chair with me cradled in his lap. He started rocking, holding me close. I settled back in, relaxing in his arms. The room was darker than before. One of them had dimmed the lights. I rubbed my eyes again. Dad patted my bottom, my diaper. I was so tired. I closed my eyes. The pacifier was pulled from my mouth. I whimpered. Dad cooed, settling me back down. He was holding something in his hand, pushing it towards my mouth. A baby bottle. Just like the one from earlier. I pushed against his arm, my body reacting, fighting. An instinct. And then the nipple was in my mouth. I suckled, a stream of warm milk hitting my tongue. I winced at the taste. Something familiar and yet so new. It wasn't milk. Too thick, too bitter. Formula. It was formula. Again, the same as earlier. It put my mind at ease. I suckled more, nursing from the bottle like a baby. The bitter formula turning sweet as my taste buds grew used to it. My eyes closed again, drifted again. My mind easing off to sleep as I nursed from the bottle. My tummy filling with the warm formula. "Good girl, that's a good baby, such a good girl," dad cooed, patting my bottom, still rocking as he held the bottle, feeding me. And then all too soon it was over. The bottle was empty. It was pulled from my mouth. I whimpered, opening my eyes. A pacifier was held to my lips. I took it, nursing the soothing nipple as dad lifted me to his shoulder, standing up. He kissed my cheek again and then he pulled me from his shoulder. I was being set down. Laid down on a soft mattress. The crib. He was laying me in the crib. My head touched the pillow, the blanket was pulled up around my shoulders. The mobile overhead was turned on. And then he was gone. I was left alone with the soft music and spinning mobile to lull me to sleep like a baby. The distant sound of my parents and running water in the background. And then I was asleep. Thanks for reading! Sorry this took so long to update, school tends to find a way to ruin anything fun. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for more in the future. When in the future, I can not be sure, but there will be more. In the mean time, feel free to leave a comment with what you think might happen in the future. I love to see where people think the story is going. Some of the best ideas come from others imaginations. Thanks every one! And Stay padded

Hired Sissy X Baby care class I year ago. “Aww, do you really need to go? Jen, a gorgeous blond hair woman asked. “Sadly I do. My sister needs me.” Julia tells her best friend as they leave Paradise private College. “Well, at least it won’t be so bad, at least you will finally get to see your boyfriend again after 4 years.” Jen tells her before getting a smirk, “or do you prefer to call him daddy now?” Julia blushes and gets frantic, “You promised never to bring that up!” she shouted. Embarrassed that she told her one night after getting drunk. Jen just laughs. “And what about you? Still wanting revenge on the dork that ruined your life?” Julia asked. “You know it.” Gen tells her with an evil grin, “in just a few months everything will be ready.” “Well, I dont know what you're going to do, but be careful not to get caught,” Julia tells her. “When we get the chance, let’s meet up again and hang out.” **************** “You may now kiss the bride.” a preacher announces as both Mommy and Daddy kiss. The small gathering of 5 people cheered and clapped. I was in my special stroller and wearing a cute white dress mommy got me and was clapping before I started twitching and made my diapy sicky from the remote vibrator Mommy was playing with in her hand as the wedding was going on. Grandpa, or who I once called Dad, looked in the crib and saw my little goofy smile and just giggled. “Such a little cutie,” he says with a smile as Daddy came over. “Yes, she is.” Daddy replies with a smile. “Too bad your shit brother couldn't have been here to see this,” Grandpa said with a frown. “I can't believe that little bastard had you pay for his debt before running off.” That was the story Mommy and daddy told grandpa. As far as he knows Eric was long gone. Thanks to Mommy’s special diet she’s had me on, I’ve gotten even smaller and thinner than before. With my hair slightly longer and died a cute shade of purple, it was hard to recognize me if you didn't know what happened to me. As far as grandpa knows, im a mentally handicapped child, Mommy and Daddy adopted. I feel my toy buzz again and I look over to see Mommy talking to her mom. The wireless remote in her hand in plain view but only a few of us knew what it was for. Mommy’s mom was the only one who could make it to the wedding. Sadly her dad and Betty’s flight got canceled at the last minute and couldn’t make it. But thankfully mommy’s college friend and her baby could make it. They were so happy to see each other after so long. Once the little wedding was over and both grandpa and grandma were gone, Mommy brought her friend to meet me. “Aww, she looks so cute.” the lady said with a smile. “Im your auntie, Jen.” I play the part of the happy baby, hoping that once we get home, mommy would reward me for being such a good baby girl. In the middle of it, however, I let out a low moan as my body twitches again and my diapy gets more sticky “Aww did the sissy baby just cum? I would know that look anywhere.” Jen said with a smile. I was so engrossed with my happy orgasm, I didn’t even notice what she just said. “Thank you again for helping us train our little girl,” Mommy says. “No problem, my little sissy no longer needs a lot of it,” Jen tells mommy as they look at the little blond sissy in her stroller happily playing with some toys with a big grin on her face and missing two front teeth. “I also want to thank you so much for watching our little angle for the night,” Daddy tells Jen which catches my attention. “Its no problem. I think it will be nice to give my little sissy a playmate.” Jen tells them. “Just so you know, she gets a little cranky if she’s not milked enough in a day,” Mommy tells Jen as she hands over the remote to my plug. “Aww, you spoil her too much,” Jen says with a laugh. “Dont worry, she will have a lot of fun with me.” Mommy and daddy thanked her once again before kissing me on the cheek and leaving to speed a romantic night alone. Once they were gone Jen looks down at me in my stroller and smiles. “With mommy and daddy gone, its time for Aunty Jen to have some fun with you,” she tells me as she takes both strollers into a public resume and locks the door. “Ok sissy, use your diaper.” Sissy looked up at her mommy and flashed her toothy grin before forcing whatever she had into her diaper before looking relieved. “Such a good girl.” Jen phrases her little one. She takes her out of the stroller and places her on a changing bed and opens up her diaper. I was shocked when I saw that sissy wasn’t a girl, but a boy! Jen quickly removed the diaper and placed it off to the side before cleaning her baby girl and putting her into a fresh new diaper. She then sat Sissy on the ground and told her not to move while she got me. I was extremely nervous as this was the first time anyone other then my mommy or daddy has ever changed me. She strapped me into the table before going to get something from her bag. “Say aww,” Jen tells me as I open my mouth for Mommy's friends. Jen takes out a dick pacifier and puts it in my mouth before I could realize what it was and strapped it around my head. The dick filled my mouth and I began to freak out a little. “Your mommy and daddy spoil you too much,” Jen comments as she opens up my diaper and sees it full of cum. “They are still new to all this, but to keep a good sissy in line, you have to always remind them of punishments for if they ever become naughty.” With a light pop, Jen removed my vibrating butt plug and put it away. “No more buzz toys for you today.” She then threw away my cum filled diaper, but instead of getting a new one, she brought back Sissys used one! Forcibly taping that messy and wet diaper onto me! I began thrashing around and crying as it felt so grows! It wasn't mine! Why do I have to wear someone else's mess! “You best calm down, wouldn't want your diaper to leak and ruin your pretty dress. Mommy would be so mad." I suddenly stop moving as I think of mommy and how mad she would get. Jen took me off the changing table and placed me into Sissy’s stroller were I felt the mess spread and I became very frustrated and fussy as she strapped me in. including strapping my arms down. “Haven’t had to use this in a long time, but this will be fun,” Jen said as she popped a little cap off the front of my pacifier and attached a little hose to it. On the other end of the hose, Jen attached a large 128oz water bottle with yellow liquid inside. “Dont worry, it's just some lemonade flavoring to it.” The water gushed into my mouth, almost as if the dildo was peeing! I had to quickly drink or I fear I would suffocate and die! Thankfully she turned down the stream after a little bit and only a little was going into my mouth but I was still forced to drink it all. Sissy just giggled as she watched me. As if reliving pleasant memories. “Why dont we take a nice little stroll around the park before we head back to the hotel or the night,” Jen suggested as she put Sissy into my stroller and pushed us both along. This was my first time outside since becoming mommy’s baby girl. And it really frightened me to be back out here without her. I got a lot of coos and awes from people who saw us strolling around the park. I didn't want to be seen, I didn't want to be outside, I wanted to be with mommy and back in my nursery. I was sniveling and crying slightly during the walk, which only made people notice me even more. At least Sissy was having fun playing with her toys and waving at people as she got attention. “Momma, momma, hungie, hungie!” Sissy said after a while and turned to look at her mommy. “Ok sweetheart. Just one moment.” Jen stopped the strollers near a large forested area. As Jen searched the strollers for a little snack, I saw something that looked a little strange not far from us. Two women further into the tress that I could bearly make out. ****************(small cameo from Be good for mommy.) “Marylynn, I dont know about this,” Bobbi mumbled as they got their photoshoot ready. “Dont worry so much Bobbi, no one comes this far this late. Now hurry up, we need to hurry before it gets dark.” Marylynn says as she gets her camera ready. The two of them were ABDL product testers and reviewers. After testing, they liked to get some pictures of their products in action if they can. This time they were reviewing an ABDL Camping set. They already revered a lot of the stuff attached to it, but now they needed a few nice pictures of the added sandbox it came with and thought it would look better being used in the woods than their simple back yard. Bobbi whimpered and blushed a bit as she removed her jacket to reveal her tight camo onesie and the fluffy diaper she was waring. Bobbi got into the sandbox and began playing around while Marylynn took the pictures. Directing Bobbie to go into different poses to look either cute or sexy. Bobbi's last pose was of her facing the camera with most of her body down low and her bottom up in the air. She had gotten into the groove of things and was giving the camera a sexy face while wiggling her diaper. A sexy wolf whistle could be heard behind Bobby as her eyes get wide and she looks back to see Jen waving at them. “Looking good!” Jen shouts before turning and continuing to puss the strollers along the path. Both Bobbi and Marylynn began silently freaking out that they were just caught by some stranger and began to quickly pack up to leave. Jen on the other hand was trying hard to remember what web site she knows she’s seen them from. ************** My tummy was very full of water and my bladder was now filling fast. Mommy had taught me to just use my diapy whenever I needed to go, but I didn't want to pee in an already filled diaper and have it leak on the cute white dress mommy got me. It took everything I had to hold my now weekend blader just a little longer as auntie Jen brought us back to the hotel she rented. She had gotten a room as far away from other rooms as posable. Even paying a little extra for the privacy “You've been such a good girl Sissy,” Jen tells her baby girl as she takes her out of my stroller and sets her down. Sissy giggles as her mommy tickle her a little bit before running over to some toys she had and sitting on the floor in her wet diaper. “And you've been such a good girl too.” Aunty Jen says as she notices me shaking slightly and can tell I was trying to hold in my pee as much as posable. “Why dont we get you out of your messy diaper.” I wanted to yell that it wasn't my diapy, it was sissy’s but I knew I couldn't. I was just happy that I would finally be out of this diaper. Aunty Jen quickly took off my cute white dress, that thankfully didn't have a spot on it. She then leads me into the large bathroom. “Wait just a moment sweety. Im going to make this fun.” auntie Jen says with a smile as she leaves for a moment and comes back with a large backpack. The first thing she did was lay down a large pad on the floor. Then had me stand in the center. She removed my diaper and got me cleaned up while I was trying my hardest not to pee, but it was coming closer! “Your not a baby right now, you're a little kitty.” Aunty Jen says as she puts cat ears on my head. “If you want to cum before bedtime, show aunty how a kitty wets her pad.” I didn't know what was going on, I bearly understood what she was saying, but the mention of cum caught my attention as I squatted down with my hands on the ground. I moan through my pacifier as I start peeing on the kitty pad. My pee splashed on to the pad before being absorbed into the material “Such a good baby kitty.” Aunty gen says as she removes the gag from my mouth. She takes a black peen and then draws cat whiskers on my face all while im still peeing. It felt so weird peeing on the floor and not in my own diaper. I even wonder if my diaper could even hold this much liquid without leaking. When I was done, the entire pad was soaked and I was squatting in the middle of soaked up piss. “Such a good kitty.” Aunty Jen phrases me as she helps me off the pad and cleans off my hands and feet before cleaning up the soaked pad and throwing it into a large black trash bag that she tied up. “I think someone earned a reword.” L smile brightly as I couldn’t wait to be reworded! auntie Julia then pulled out a thin pull up with holes in it and a black onesie. She put me into the pull up first, but my little dick was handing out of it, and it felt like there was a hole in the back as well. The pullup wasn't meant to be used but it did feel more comfortable having some padding back on. Next was what looked like a black onesie with a tail on it. “Such a cute little black kitty,” auntie tells me with a smile on her face. “Now then, get on all fours like a kitty with your bum in the air and you will get your reward.” I smiled at the sound of that and did what I was told. Wondering just what toy she would use. Oh, I hope I get spanking! I felt her slide something into my butt and push it as far back as she could with her fingers. It felt like a buzz egg. I like them. “Oh sissy,” auntie called as Sissy came running into the bathroom, but was a little surprised to see what was going on. I wasn’t facing them and didn't know what was going on. auntie quickly took off her diaper and got her cleaned up before sticking a finger into Sissy's bum and got her little clit nice and hard. “Mommy is sorry she forgot Mr.BunBun, but Mis kitty here will more then be happy to play with you.” auntie told sissy. “Yay!” Sissy cheered as the ran over and grabbed my hips. “Huh? I questioned for a moment and wondered what was going on when I felt something small slip through the back holes and poke my butt before sliding into my ass! “Kitty kitty!” Sissy shouted happily as she continued to hump away. “S-sissy stop!” I sqweel as I try to crawl away but auntie stops me with a smack on the butt and starting up the egg toy in my ass on full blast. I let out a moan from the toy and the smack. I bearly even noticed sissy’s little ting in my ass as I instead focused on her hips pounding my ass like a light spanking. It wasn't as good as mommy fucking me, but it was nice and I could feel myself about to cum. “Mommy, im cumming, im cumming!” Sissy shouted. “Not inside. Turn to mommy.” auntie tells Sissy as she pulls out of my butt and turns to mommy holding out an empty bottle. One she has Sissy fill with her cum. “Now its Kitty’s turn.” auntie gives my bottom a few hard smacks and I cum instantly into another empty bottle auntie sat on the ground under me. “Such good girls.” auntie tells us as we pant a little from just cuming. Before I know it, Aunty has us both re-diapered and wrapped up in cozy blankets on the bed. We were like little burritos as auntie sat between us and started a movie. “Such good girls.” auntie Jen said as she gave us special bottles of chocolate milk mixed with our own little milk.

“Betty, its almost bedtime,” Julia said as she came into the baby’s room. “Awww, is it 8:30 already?” Betty wined 8:30? Is a teen really being forced to go to bed so early? During summer? I wondered but chose not to say anything. I didn’t want to give them any reason to paddle me again. I looked up at the wall and saw the Mr.love paddle hanging on the small hook under the warning sign. “Its baby’s bedtime too huh!” Betty shouted as I looked between the two girls. Wait, I had to go to bed early too? “Yes Betty, its babies bedtime too. Now let’s get you ready for bed.” Julia tells her as Betty gets up and runs off somewhere. Julia comes over and pickles me up with ease once more and carries me to the closet. “What’s going on?” I asked curiously as I also wondered how she was picking me up. Was I really that light? “Its time for a shower before bedtime.” Julia sais as she grabs some clothes for me along with a diaper. As we walked out of the room and down the hall I could hear a shower running and assumed it was Betty. “Such a good girl,” Julia commented as we walked passed. “Ya, I can see why she needed me as a playmate,” I say sarcastically. “My sister is a little slow, so she doesn’t get out much to make friends,” Julia tells me. “My father is starting up a new company in London and has found a specialist who can help her. Until then, im making sure my sister has a fun experience for her last 2 months here.” Well, that at least explained a lot, but why have someone act like a baby to be their playmate? Julia brought me to another bathroom where she put me down and pulled my dress off. “Hey!” I shout and try to cover my diaper. “Aww, its ok baby it’s just a shower,” Julia tells me as she moves my hands and removes the soaked diaper. Before I even have a chance to cover-up Julia picks me up once more and puts me into a strange chair inside the bathtub. “What the hell is this?” I asked as I was strapped in. “Baby bath sceat.” Julia sais with a smile before taking off her shirt. My eyes go wide as this beautiful woman stripped right in front of me before getting into the tub and starting the shower. I couldn’t help but stare as the water ran down her slender body. I was looking up at her as she bent forward with her but facing me and I got a good look at her. She seemingly didn’t care that I was watching her lather herself up and watch the soap run down her body. “I think the baby is a little excited.” Julia teased as she looked down at me. Sure enough, I had a raging hard-on. Part of me just wanted to start jacking it to her right then and there, but I knew how pathetic that would look right now. “Dont worry, I can help with that,” Julia whispered as she nealed down with her legs wide open in front of me was water poured onto her back. I was too stunned and horny to say anything back. I just couldn't help staring at her breast and vagina. Julia was all smiles as she got more soap and began to wash me. Occasionally bruising my hard-on with her arm as she washed every other part of my body. I was starting to get frustrated as I knew she was now just playing with me and edging me on. I wanted to scream for her to stop playing around. Thankfully she seemingly read my mind as her soapy hand gripped my penis. “AAAAWWWWW” I moaned as she began stroking me. “Oh, the baby girl likes that huh?” Julia sais as she plays with me. I couldn’t respond as I stared at her soapy body and could feel like I could cum any second! That’s when she suddenly stopped and grabbed the showerhead. Turning it to cold and blasting me with freezing water! “Awwwwww!” I screamed from the sudden shock as Julia giggled at me. “Now the baby is nice and clean.” Julia sais as she turns the water back on warm and worms me back up a bit before rinsing the soap off her body. When I looked down at my once ranging hard-on, now only saw a small nub hiding from the cold. The fucking bitch just blue balled me. I was still shivering slightly as Julia turned off the water and got out to wrap herself in a towel. I had to wait for her to finish getting dressed to let me out and wrap me up in a towel to dry off. I was so cold I didn’t even fight back as she put me into another diaper and forced me to wear a bright pink footie pajama. At least it was warm. She once again picked me up and carried me out of the bathroom. “You know I can walk right?” I tell her annoyed. “But babies love to be carried,” Julia tells me with an annoying smile. As Julia was walking Betty came running over in her own pink footie pajamas and squealed when she saw me in mine. “You look so cute! And we match!” Betty shouted happily. “Yes baby sister wanted to be just like her big sister, isn’t that right baby?” Julia asked. “Y-ya, sure,” I tell them rolling my eyes and hoping that would be good enough to please them. “Well, good night baby, ill see you in the morning.” Betty sais as she rubes my head and runs off to her room to go to sleep. “Why so early?” I ask. “Girls like her need to be on a strict schedule,” Julia tells me. “Now its time for you to go to bed as well.” “But it's only 9!” I shout. “I haven’t gone to bed that early since I was 8!” “And now your just a fussy baby, so its night, night time,” Julia tells me with her same smile on her face as she takes me into the nursery and puts me into the crib. “Good night baby, and no causing any problems.” With that, Julia turned off the light and left the room, leaving only a small nightlight turned on. I sit up in the crib and grumble to myself as I look around the room. Even with it being dark the small light was enough for me to see most of the room. Was this going to be my life for the next 2 months? Forced to dress up like a baby girl and use a diaper? I looked at the crib and saw the latches for it. I stood up in the oversized crip and looked at the little latch holding the side of the crib up. Nothing was stopping me from just pulling it and getting out of this crib. Nothing was stopping me from taking off these girly pajamas and taking off this ridiculous diaper. Nothing was stopping me from walking right out of this house and never looking back. At least, nothing physically was holding me here. I let out a low grown as I remember the stupid contract I signed. Why didn’t I just read it? If I did I wouldn’t be in such an embarrassing situation. I look up at the paddle hanging on the wall and shudder when I think about how painful that spanking was. My butt still hurts from it! To make today even worse, that bitch even blue balled me! My thoughts then went back to Julia in the shower as she got all soapy and gave me a fantastic view of her body. I looked down, and while it was a little hard to tell, I could see I had a hard-on just under my diaper. “Oh what the hell,” I tell myself as I lay down in the crib and unzip my onesie. I didn’t bother taking it or the diaper off and instead reached my hand into the diaper and griped my penis with one hand and began to stroke. It felt a little weird masturbating with a diaper on, but it wasn’t too bad. The fluffiness of the diaper felt a little nice as I stroked. I could still remember the soap sliding down her toned body. The water dripping from her nipples. I was stroking even harder as I remembered her bending down in front of me as if toying with me and daring me to fuck her. Oh god, that hand job she gave me! I could almost imagine her opening her mouth and- “Bad baby!” Julia shouted at the door as she turned on the light and causing me to jump and yank my hand out of my diaper. She was standing at the doorway fuming with a baby bottle in her hand. “Here I am bringing your bedtime bottle and I find you being inappropriate,” Julia tells me as she marches over to were Mr.love was hanging on the wall. “Looks like the baby needs to be taught how to behave.” “T-that’s not fair!” I shout suddenly and worried as I see her stop just before she grabbed the paddle. “You blue balled me! It’s your falt im horny!” I didn’t know why I shouted that, but it was true and I wasn’t going to be blamed for it! “You heard the rules, you should know better.” Julia sais as she turns around to face me. “What if Betty had caught you? You broke the rules so you need to be punished.” “But your the one who showed me your naked body and even gave me a hand job! Then you blue balled me! Why should I be punished because you seduced me?” I yelled hoping if I just kept it up I might at least avoid being spanked by that paddle. Julia just stared at me angrily for a few moments before crossing her arms. “Fine then, I will admit it is partly my fault for this.” Julia sais before looking slightly down and seeing the bulge in my diaper. “Fine then, since it has come to this ill help you finish just this once. But afterward, you are not allowed to inappropriately touch yourself again while in this house.” “Huh?” I replied dumbfounded by the situation. Did I just hear that? Before I could even fully process what was said, Julia walked over and picked me up out of the crib. Carrying me over to the weird table I had seen earlier. She sat me down on it and pushed me down with one arm while her other reached into my diaper and grabbed my still erect penis. Despite it feeling slightly wired still wearing the diaper, it still felt amazing. Her soft hands slowly stroking me as I hear the crinkly of the diaper. Up and down, up and down she stroked as I let out soft moans of pleasure. “Is the baby girl enjoying this?” Julia asks with a slight smile on her face. “Yes.” I moan, ignoring the baby girl part. That’s when she stopped and pulled her hand out. “Get on your knees with your head down,” Julia whispered into my ear seductively. I didn’t have to think twice as I flipped myself over and did as I was told. Wondering just what she was about to do? She once again reached into my diaper and started stroking me again, almost as if milking a cow. I had never masturbated in this way but it wasn't bad. I let out a loud moan as she started stroking harder. Almost as if I was mooing. “Baby girl is liking this,” Julia commented as her other hand began to rub my diapered butt. My hips began to move slightly as I could feel the need to cum once again! *SWAT! I yelped as I felt something swat my diapered butt. Looking back I could see Julia sill holding onto me while in her other hand she had Mr.love! “You said I wouldn't be punished!” I shouted. “No, I said I would help you finish, I never said you wouldn't be punished for being a naughty baby girl,” Julia said with her wicked smile coming back. I panic slightly and try to crawl away, but the sudden squeeze of my manhood quickly stopped that as I yelled! “No, no baby. Were not done yet. You still need to finish.” Julia whispers in my ear as she started stroking me even faster! *smack! I yelp again as the paddle hits me again! While the diaper offends the blows, my bottom still stung from the first one! But that yelp soon becomes a moan once more as Julia moves faster and faster inside my diaper. Every time I feel closer and closer to cumming, Julia spanks me with Mr.love, sending jolts of pain through my body followed by waves of pleasure as I get close to cumming once again. “Is the baby about to cum?” Julia whispers to me as she is rubbing Mr.love on my diapered butt. “Y-yes,” I moan. No longer thinking straight. “Tell mommy just before you cum, or Mr.love will spank you without the diaper on,” Julia whispers as she starts moving as fast as posable! “I-im cumming! Im cumming mommy!” I scream as Julia swats me one last time with Mr.love as hard as she could! My body jolted up and unleashed a noise that could only be described as a mixture of pain and pleasure. My body spasming as I cum straight into my diaper. Julia just happily watched as I cam for a good minute before collapsing backwards onto the table panting and exhausted. “Did my baby girl have a fun time?” Julia asked as she rubbed the front of my diaper and smearing the cummy mess inside. I didn’t even fuss as she took off the diaper and looked at the mess I had made in my diaper. “Good girl.” Julia prased me as she handed me the bottle of milk she brought me earlier. While I would have preferred a cup, I was too tired and thirsty to care as I began suckling on the bottle while Julia pulled out some baby wipes and began cleaning off my now deflated penis. She then removed the cummy diaper and tossed it away before grabbing a new taper from under the table. Guess this was a changing table. But she didn't tape it on just yet. Instead, she started looking for something else. Before I knew it, I could feel her doing something with my penis before I heard a faint Click. “Huh?” I say as I stop suckling the bottle and look down at what she did. My eyes went wide and before I could even scream a large pacifier was shoved into my mouth! She had locked me into a bright pink chastity! “Shhhh,” Julia tells me as she pushes me back down onto the table. “This is to stop my baby girl from doing more naughty things again.” I let out a muffled yell as she takes the new diaper onto me, locking even my chastity into a fluffy prison. “Aww, dont be too sad baby girl, you did bring up a good point earlier.” Julia sais as she starts to zip up my onise back up and her face slowly coming closer to mine. “You have your needs, but the contract makes that hard on you. And mommy doesn’t want to get rid of Betty’s little playmate.” I felt petrified as her face hovered above me, a wicked smile across her face as I stared straight into her eyes. “The contract says you can’t do naughty things, but if my baby girl is good, when Betty goes to sleep, Mommy will be a little naughty for you. How does that sound? Would my baby girl like to cum again tomorrow?” ************************** Somewhere else a man’s phone vibrates. He looks at it and taps the video. “Bad baby!” someone shouts as they catch a little sissy playing inside their diapers. The man slowly smiles as he watches the video. the video ending with a small key being tacked onto the wall right beside a large paddle. “That’s a good baby girl.” the man sais with a smile as he puts his phone down and picks up a piece of paper labeled legal guardianship.

Orgasms in chastity are earth shattering ! I feel like I came gallons and yes sometimes i pee and cum together, my legs shake and my body gets tense.. Orgasms in chastity are the best.

On Christmas day 2020 My Brother went into the hospital, was put onto a ventelator, He fought for his life and lost on January 7th 2021. RIP brother. 2-17-71 - 1-7-21.