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Part II: Neutron Stars Chapter 6: Introspection “How have you been, Lily?” Miss Bright asks. Lily sighs, twisting the hem of her shirt in her hands. “I’m okay.” She says quietly. Her hands have developed a mild tremor recently. It doesn’t bother her if she’s doing something, she just can’t seem to keep them still, and playing with the hem of her shirt keeps it from being obvious. “That’s good.” Miss Bright consults her notes. “Your behavior has improved since you’ve arrived. You’ve only been sent to time-out at playtime three times this week so far, and last week you were sent to time-out every day. I’m pleased to see that you’re working on your behavior.” “Thanks,” Lily replies, stifling a yawn. She’s only in her second week now, but this place is starting to wear her down. She’s learned that not every battle is worth fighting, not every slight deserves a big outburst in response. But, she’s still fighting. She’s maintained her adult vocabulary, with the exception of swearing--that’s only gotten her into trouble. And, she’s had only one accident so far, and she’s avoided being put back in diapers, which she considers to be her biggest victory. “Maisie says you haven’t been eating much at mealtimes, but you haven’t gone to see the nurse either. Have you been feeling okay?” Lily nods. “I just haven’t been very hungry lately.” She wonders if she’s said too much, since Miss Bright writes for a while before speaking again. “I see. She also says that you’ve preferred reading or painting to playing games with others during playtime. Is everyone being nice to you?” Miss Bright continues. Lily nods. “I just...I’ve been having some trouble sleeping and haven’t felt like doing much of anything. That’s all. Can we be done now?” She can feel herself getting more irritated by all the questioning, even though she knows that Miss Bright is just doing her job. She hasn’t slept well for the past several nights, and it’s beginning to catch up with her. None of the Room Monitors at playtime let her sleep after naptime ends, insisting that she go and play, or she won’t be tired at bedtime. She can feel an outburst coming on, but she’s been doing her best to keep her temper under control so far. “I’m going to write you a recommendation that the doctor give you some sleeping pills. Maybe having better sleep at night might help you to feel more like yourself. I’m very proud of your progress, so far Lily. Keep up the good work!” Miss Bright smiles at her gently. “Thank you. I’ll do my best.” Lily says. “Why don’t you try going potty while I do this, you seem to be getting a little squirmy over there…” Lily opens her mouth to reply that she knows whether she needs to go to the toilet, she isn’t a baby, when she realizes that she is squirming and she does need to go. Her bladder spasms, and she’s suddenly desperate for the bathroom, so she hurries to the restroom, barely making it in time. Her pull-up is a little bit damp, but the designs haven’t faded that much, so she figures she’s probably safe. Miss Bright is waiting for her when she comes back out. “Did you make it okay?” “Yes ma’am.” Lily nods. “Let’s just check to make sure, alright?” Miss Bright says and reaches for the waistband of Lily’s sweatpants. Just like last time, she pulls Lily’s pants down to her ankles and slips a finger into the leg cuff. “You’re a little wet, Lily.” she says. No, no, no, no, no! Lily barely hears Miss Bright, her breathing fast and erratic, her head buzzing with unfocused and disjointed thoughts. Her face is awash with tears. “Lily!” Miss Bright’s voice finally filters through all the white noise. “Oh, honey, shh. It’s alright, it’s just a little accident. There’s no need to get so upset. It’s okay.” Lily forces herself to take a deep breath and tries to calm down. It’s only after she can breathe normally that she realizes that Miss Bright is hugging her, and she’s apparently been sucking her thumb. She takes it out of her mouth, irritated with herself. “It’s alright, Lily. We won’t count this one against you, okay? It’ll be our little secret. But we do need to get you some dry pants though, alright? Come on into the bathroom, and I’ll help you.” Lily wants to protest that she can do it herself, but she knows from experience that it won’t do any good. Miss Bright is gentle and efficient as she wipes Lily down with cold wipes, and helps her step into a new pull-up. “There.” Miss Bright says with a smile, giving Lily’s bottom a gentle pat. “Good as new.” “Thank you, Miss Bright.” Lily says quietly, her cheeks burning. “You’re welcome, Lily. Now, I’m going to escort you down to the infirmary. I’d like you to be seen there just to make sure you aren’t sick, and you’ll need to go there to get your prescription filled anyway.” Miss Bright explains. She reaches down and takes Lily’s hand. “Come on, let’s go.” Lily says nothing. She just yawns and walks with Miss Bright out of the office. ~CSR~ “Will I have to get any shots?” Lily wonders as she waits in the infirmary with Miss Bright. Even though they’ve seated next to each other in the waiting room, the therapist hasn’t let go of Lily’s hand. Privately, she’s grateful for that. She’s always hated going to the doctor… “You shouldn’t need any. Your medical records state that you’re all up-to-date with those. This is just a normal checkup to make sure you’re healthy. Stress can make you tired and cause you to lose your appetite, but so can getting sick.” Miss Bright explains. I know that. I’m not actually a child, even if you make me dress like one. Lily thinks. But she says: “Right.” “How long have you had tremors for, Lily? Your hands weren’t shaking like this when you first got here.” Miss Bright observes gently, lifting Lily onto her lap. Lily doesn’t bother to fight being picked up. It’s almost...soothing to be held like this, though she discards that thought as soon as it registers. The tremors had begun after she’d had an accident and had just kind of stuck around, but she’s tired of having her brain picked apart today. “I don’t know.” Lily says. “That’s alright. We’ll see if we can get you a note for some extra naptime for the next few days and see if that helps. But, I’d like you to do something for me in return.” “What’s that?” Lily wonders, nibbling on the thumb of her free hand. Knock it off! She tells herself, but she doesn’t stop. “I’d like you to try to finish at least one meal each day. Don’t eat to the point of making yourself sick, but try to eat a little more. I can tell that you’ve lost some weight since you’ve gotten here, and I’m a little concerned.” “Okay,” Lily says around her thumb. With a huff, she jerks it out of her mouth and bites her lip instead. “Hey,” Miss Bright says gently. “What’s all this fussing about? It’s okay to suck your thumb if it makes you feel better. Or, we could get you a pacifier if you’d like.” “No!” Lily snaps. “I don’t need it. I’m not gonna let you turn me into some kind of giant baby! I’m an adult!” She squirms out of Miss Bright’s lap, fuming. “Alright, alright, calm down please. There’s no need for a fit. It was just a suggestion.” Miss Bright responds, reaching out to put a hand on Lily’s shoulder. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Lily growls, jerking away from the touch. “Lily, you know how I feel about that kind of language. Do we need to have a chat about the rules?” Miss Bright’s voice takes on a hard edge. [You’re being a brat, you know.] “No, I’m not being a brat! I’m tired, and I’m sick of being treated like an overgrown toddler! I want to go home!” Lily shouts, eyes brimming with tears. “I didn’t say you were a brat, Lily.” Miss Bright says. “I was reminding you of the rules. I understand that you don’t like it here, but you have to stay at least until your sentence is served. And continuing to break the rules is only going to end with you having to stay here longer.” Lily sighs. I must be more tired than I thought. Now I’m hearing things too. “I’m sorry.” “Thank you for apologizing, Lily. I know you aren’t feeling well, so I’ll let this little outburst go. But, if there are any more, then you’ll be going to time-out, understand?” “Okay.” Lily replies stiffly. At least no one bothers me in time-out. The door that leads to the infirmary swings open, and a tall man in a white coat steps out. He has gray hair and a carefully trimmed goatee. “Lily Bronsen?” He calls out, adjusting his glasses. “I’m here.” Lily says. “I have to go, Lily. Maisie will come by to escort you to the playroom when you’re finished here. Be good.” Miss Bright admonishes, and then slips out the door. “Good. I’m Doctor Wilde, and I’ll be taking a look at you today. If you’ll just come along with me, we’ll get started.” Lily follows Doctor Wilde back into the main infirmary area. “Has anything been bothering you lately, Lily? Headache, sore throat, upset stomach, anything like that?” Doctor Wilde asks as he leads her over to the scale. “Miss Bright says you haven’t had much of an appetite, and you’ve had some trouble sleeping.” “Yes, that’s right. And my hands have been trembling a bit since I had my accident last week.” “I see. It sounds to me like you might just be a little stressed out, but we’ll take a look at you and make sure nothing else is going on, alright?” Lily nods, and steps onto the scale. Doctor Wilde jots some things down on his clipboard and frowns a little. “What’s wrong?” Lily wonders hesitantly. “You’re a little underweight, but it’s nothing to be too concerned about right now.” Doctor Wilde explains. He brings Lily to an individual exam room. “Okay, I’m going to need you to undress, down to your underwear. Do you need any help, or can you handle it yourself?” “I can do it.” Lily replies, and does as she’s told. She folds her clothes neatly and puts them on the exam table before climbing onto it. It’s embarrassing to just be in her pull-up and bra, even though she knows that the doctor has probably seen this exact thing hundreds of times. “Thank you, Lily.” Doctor Wilde says with a soft smile. He continues taking notes as he takes Lily’s blood pressure and listens to her breathing. Next he has her lay on her back on the table and feels around on her stomach, pausing periodically to ask if anything hurts. “No,” Lily answers each time, though she can’t help but giggle at his prodding. Doctor Wilde checks her reflexes, and then her pull-up, before telling her she can get dressed again. Lily hurries to dress herself. “Is there anything wrong with me?” she wonders as she slips her feet into her shoes. “Not necessarily.” Doctor Wilde answers. “As I said before, you’re a little underweight, and your blood pressure is pretty high. Both of those things can be explained by stress though, sometimes it can cause both of those things.” “I don’t like coming to the doctor.” Lily explains. “That’s understandable.” Doctor Wilde continues. “Still, I’d like you to come back in a week for another check-up to see if there’s any change. If your blood pressure stays high for a prolonged period of time, it can cause some pretty serious health problems down the line. And, I’m a little concerned about your lack of appetite, usually people who are going through Chrysalis need more calories as they adjust to the changes, not less. There are several medications that can help with anxiety and stress, as well as blood pressure but I’d like to see if it will resolve on its own before we try those. I’m going to write you a note for an extra nap each day this week, and we’ll see if that helps. I’d like to try that before signing off on Miss Bright’s recommendation for sleeping pills, since you can become dependent on them. Sound good?” “Okay.” Lily says. This is the most adult conversation she’s had since she’s arrived here, and she’s grateful for the doctor’s lack of condescension. “Have you been having any trouble getting to the toilet on time?” He asks. “Your file reports an accident last week, and not all L-3s can be toilet-trained…” “Only that one time.” Lily says, her cheeks heating up at the admission. “Alright. Well, it’s not really a big deal if it gets worse over time, the ability to be toilet-trained varies from person to person, and judging by your bloodwork you’re still pretty early in the Chrysalis process. If you do end up needing diapers, just keep me informed. There are some other things I’d like to monitor if things get to that point.” “Alright.” Lily concedes. “Well, Lily, I think that about wraps things up for me. If you do feel sick, feel free to come by and get checked out. It might not be me that sees you, but none of the infirmary staff will bite you, I promise. Would you like a sticker?” Despite herself, Lily smiles. “Sure, thank you.” She gets a sticker that says “I’m a super patient”. Maisie is waiting for her in the waiting room when she gets there. She greets Lily with a big smile and a hug, scooping Lily up and settling her on her hip. “Hey there, ‘super patient’! Are you ready to go have some fun today?” she says cheerfully. “Can we go outside today?” Lily asks, wondering if maybe a change of scenery will help to get her out of whatever funk she’s in. “I think that can be arranged.” Maisie says, and smiles.

Nick has been seen by Steven in a compromising way and now he desperately needs to talk to him. Unfortunately for Nick there is a football match kicking off in which he is taking part. Nick has to try and stop from embarrassing himself whilst also helping Steven's team. Can he manage both? --- This story update, like every update, has been available on Patreon for the last week. I write a 2000+ word update every four days for Patreon and for just $5 you can get early access to all my stories. For $10 you get early access plus exclusive access to THIRTY-TWO exclusive stories! There are more tiers and rewards available on Patreon including free and discounted commissions, access to a discord server, story illustrations and more. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Nick was frozen to the spot staring at the doorway that his best friend had just disappeared through. It was like the shock of seeing Steven had caused his brain to reboot. It seemed like such a horrible situation he could hardly believe it had happened at all. It should’ve been impossible that something this bad could’ve happened. It took a few seconds for Nick to realise he was still standing there with his shorts only halfway up his legs. He pulled them up and over his nappy as he tried to get his breathing under control. He knew he was expected out on the pitch, everyone was waiting for him, but going out there now that Steven knew his secret felt like a very difficult task. He started wondering if he was going to walk out of the changing rooms and into all the footballers crowded around ready to make fun of him. Maybe he should just get changed back into his clothes and leave. He couldn’t leave Steven in the lurch like that, he had to speak to them and explain. He wasn’t sure how he would explain it but he had to try something. Nick took a deep breath as he finished getting changed. His boots felt strange, it had been a long time since he had tried on a pair. The gloves were maybe a size too big for his small hands but they would do. The real problem was him actually playing with this bulky nappy. How could he be expected to dive and make saves like this? He wasn’t even a good player even before he started wearing big padded disposables. “I can’t put it off forever…” Nick said to psyche himself up. The football boots meant he slid slightly as he walked along the floor. The studs made him feel slightly taller than usual. He walked to the doorway and nearly fell over on the way. His right foot slipped out from underneath him and he had to reach out to grab the frame of the door, as he steadied himself he felt a fresh spurt of urine soak into his nappy. Outside the changing room there was lot of activity. There were four football pitches set up and a lot of men wandering around in their kits. Nick took a deep breath and looked around for Steven, he felt like he had to try and explain to Steven what he had seen, a version of the truth at least. He didn’t particularly want Steven to know he was basically dominated in every way by his wife. Steven was standing at the pitch furthest from the changing room. The rest of the team were huddled around but Steven was standing to the side and looking over towards Nick. The other team were already waiting so Nick started quickly walking over to where the match was going to take place. He tried jogging but immediately felt his nappy rubbing against his thighs. This was going to be even harder than he had imagined. Nick’s shorts bulged out around the nappy but he didn’t know how noticeable it was. As he approached the pitch he saw the team taking to the field. He wasn’t ready for this, he was so concerned over his nappy he hadn’t spent any time actually thinking about playing football. It had been so long and he was far from fit. “Steven, I-” Nick started as he approached his friend. “Come on, let’s go.” One of the other players shouted to pump up the team. Steven jogged away before Nick could say anymore. Nick felt his stomach drop but as everyone took their positions there was nothing he could do but walk over to the goal. Steven played in defence but there was still a big gap between them and Nick didn’t exactly want to shout this conversation out for everyone to hear. With a blow of the referee’s whistle the game kicked off and everyone went into motion. Nick tried to pay attention to what was going but it was difficult when he had so much else on his mind. The good news was that he didn’t have a lot to do and was mostly left by himself in the penalty area. He spent as much time anxiously following Steven’s progress as watching the ball. As the game dragged on Nick’s team were dominant without being able to take the lead. They peppered the opposition goal with shots but were unable to break the deadlock. Nick had nothing to do which he was more than happy with. He spent most of the first half standing in one spot and watching the game which was nearly all happening at the other end of the pitch. When the half time whistle blew Nick walked over to the side-lines with the rest of the team. His nappy was damp but it wasn’t dangerously wet yet. He wondered if he would get a moment to talk to Steven but it seemed that his best friend was avoiding him. “Steven, could I-” Nick started. The referee’s whistle blew making Nick jump and causing a small spurt of urine to squirt into his already damp padding. Nick reached out to try and grab Steven’s shoulder but he was shrugged off as the team retook the field. Nick was feeling increasingly frustrated but was forced to put his gloves back on and walk back out on to the pitch. He kept pulling his shirt down to try and keep his nappy hidden, his paranoia was out of control. Whenever he saw Steven talking to other players Nick wondered if he was telling them about their goalkeeper’s strange choice of underwear. It wasn’t until seventy minutes had passed and there was just twenty to go when Nick felt a rumbling in his gut. He was experienced enough in filling nappies at this point to know what that feeling would inevitably lead to. He tried to assess whether he was in trouble or not, it felt like he could hold on until full time at least. Then he could maybe excuse himself before soiling his nappy. Twenty minutes later and the game was still somehow goalless. Steven’s team only needed a draw to win the league so the players were understandably a bit nervous. As the clock got closer and closer to full time the team that had been on the ropes for the whole game was starting to push forwards. They had nothing to lose and so as the champions-elect became increasingly nervous they smelled the chance of an upset. Nick was still clean but the pressure in his gut was becoming impossible to ignore. He was watching the referee and waited desperately for the whistle to bring him relief. Nick was tormented both by the need to speak to Steven about what the latter had seen and the inevitability that he was going to fill his nappy, it seemed increasingly unlikely he would get away from the pitches before embarrassing himself. Whilst trying to work out how to fix either of these problems he was also having to contend with the opposition attackers who were pushing Steven’s team back inexorably. Nick still hadn’t needed to make a save but the defending in front of him was getting increasingly ragged. With time basically up a shot was deflected off Steven and went just wide. The opponents sent everyone forwards for a corner and Nick was left with practically everyone on the pitch in his penalty area. Steven was right next to him organising people, Nick wanted to speak to him but he couldn’t with twenty other people in hearing range. The ball was crossed in and Nick nervously watched it arch through the air. Steven headed it clear and shouted for everyone to push up. Nick saw the ball landing at the feet of one of the other team’s strikers. He took a touch and burst forwards into the box. Nick’s eyes widened as the striker broke free of Steven who missed his tackle. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as the striker looked up for a second before pulling his leg back. Nick got into a crouched position with his arms out and felt his control slipping. The striker’s foot connected with the ball and sent it flying straight at Nick. Nick didn’t have much time to react. The ball was fired at him and he tried to move his arms to block it but he was too slow, the ball flew straight at him. “Oof!” Nick gasped as the football him in the tummy full blast. The referee blew the final whistle as the ball landed at Nick’s feet. He was gasping for air after the shot left him winded but that was the least of his problems. As soon as the ball had smashed into his tummy his digestive system had reacted by pushing down. Nick was stood in shock as he felt a massive lump in the rear of his nappy. Soft poop had seemed to explode out of him like if someone had stepped on a tube of toothpaste. Nick stood in shock as he felt the oozing mess enveloped his nappy area. The rest of the team had started shouting and celebrating their win. Nick felt ice flow through his veins, he had to get out of there. He turned around to leave but after a single step towards the changing room one of the players Nick didn’t know grabbed his arm. “Come on, mate.” The stranger said, “You just saved us! Come and celebrate.” “I… I…” Nick stuttered. Nick’s brain had frozen and as he looked over his shoulder he saw more of the players coming his way. He was sure he was starting to smell but he was rapidly becoming surrounded by players who were all laughing and joking. Steven was the most exuberant of all and when he saw Nick it was like he had forgotten what he had seen in the changing room. “We couldn’t have done it without Nick!” Steven yelled. Nick found himself surrounded and all of a sudden everyone was patting him on the back and pulling him this way and that. He was terrified someone would tap him just a little too low and feel either the plastic of the diaper or the big lump that was now resting against his butt. “Guys… Guys, please…” Nick tried to calm things but his team mates for the day were too excited. Some people grabbed Nick’s legs whilst others grabbed his arms and sides. With wide eyes he was soon hoisted into the air horizontally. The group of people surrounding him were tossing him into the air and catching him again. Everyone was so excited and laughing. Nick actually smiled as everyone seemed to be keeping away from his nappy and no one seemed to be able to tell what he had done. It was just as Nick was starting to think he might be able to get away quietly without his embarrassment being discovered that he felt a hand firmly push against his butt. The poop spread out as the hand pushed through the middle and reached his ass. Nick froze and after one more toss into the air he was finally allowed to regain his feet. The rest of the team ran off to where there was a small trophy presentation, everyone left Nick where he was stood except for one person. “I… I can explain!” Nick could barely choke out the words as his whole body flushed. Steven was looking at him with an indecipherable expression. Shock, disgust, curiosity and it seemed a thousand different emotions looked to be running through Steven’s head. He just looked at Nick for an uncomfortably long time. Nick didn’t know what to do. He expected his friend to freak out, tell him how disgusting he was or something. Instead he was just quiet. It was eerie, as if feeling what he had felt had caused his brain to melt. He now knew that Nick not only wore nappies but used them fully. Nick had been battling his fight-or-flight response and now flight was winning. He turned towards the changing rooms and ran away. He was forced to spread his legs widely thanks to the thick padding and his run was more like a quick waddle. He could feel the padding sliding over his skin as the poop acted like a lubricant. Nick was very aware that he must look like someone desperately running for the toilet to prevent having an accident, little did they know it was already far too late for the potty. “Nick!” Steven’s voice called out over the rest of the general noise. There was no way Nick was turning back now. He rounded the door to the changing room, grabbed his bag and then left. He went straight out on to the street without even taking off his football boots. He nearly slipped over several times until he had got several streets away. It was only then that he stopped to catch his breath. He pulled out his phone to call his wife. “Hello?” Sarah said when she answered the phone. Nick suddenly found himself choking up. His eyes were brimming with tears right there in the middle of the street. He bit his bottom lip as he tried to stop himself from sobbing. He turned away from the street so he was looking at the wall behind him, he knew he was getting some very strange looks from passers-by. “Hello? Nick?” Sarah’s concern over the silence was clear. “I… I…” Nick couldn’t force the words out. Instead he sobbed suddenly which seemed to break the dam and he started crying. “Nick? What’s the matter?” Sarah asked. Nick could hear her gathering her keys in the background, “Where are you?” “I need… Mommy…” Nick forced out between sobs. He wasn’t overly quiet and he was sure people near him might’ve heard him. If the people couldn’t hear him they could probably smell him. His recent waddling had seemed to break the seal and the smell was now enveloping him like a cloud. He could picture stink lines coming off his butt like some sort of cartoon. “Sweetie, where are you?” Sarah asked, “I’m getting into the car now.” Nick told her the name of the street he was on and then hung up the phone. He felt so stupid, his reaction was so over the top and yet he meant what he said. He needed Sarah right then, she made everything alright when he was scared and needed looking after. Nick’s independence had taken a huge hit and he didn’t know how to deal with a crisis like this on his own. Nick walked along the path a little and tried to calm down. He came across a lower section of wall and sat back on the edge. He didn’t even react as the bricks pushed the messy nappy up against him. He already felt as dirty as he was going to get. He managed to get his crying under control but he was still getting looks as if he was some kind of crazy person. He probably looked and smelled like one for sure.

Chapter 30: Deliveries We got back home late afternoon with no problems. Charlie had grabbed me from the car first, bringing me in and putting me on the sofa so she could bring the rest of the stuff in. “Can I help at all babe?” “No, you just settle down on the sofa and I’ll take care of everything. You’re still my baby for the rest of the day as we’ve got the deliveries later. They’ll be coming in to install the furniture, so we’re better off keeping you as a baby until they’re finished.” “I guess. Just hurry up so I can snuggle you.” “Oh don’t worry baby, I’m going as fast I can to do just that!” Charlie proceeded to bring everything in, starting with the pram, followed by all the purchases we had taken with us from Little Clothing Co. She stored them near the front door and came and sat down next to me on the sofa, lifting me up and placing me on her lap. I quickly got to my knees and jumped into her arms, giving her the biggest hug I could. “Today was stressful eh Liv?” “Just a bit. Can we just snuggle until the delivery people arrive?” “Of course poppet.” “We’ll need to unpack all my stuff and the things you bought. Will we have enough room in your house?” “I hope so. As much as I’d like a bigger house, I hate moving. So we’ll just have to make do for now.” “Well I know you must have at least bought a crib, highchair, changing table and the rest of the LCC stuff is coming.” “And you’ll just have to wait and see about the rest!” “Rest? Oh boy, Charlie, what have you bought?” “Shush baby, I wanted to spoil your baby side a bit.” She grabbed my dummy that was hanging from my outfit and popped it into my mouth. “No more big girl talk. Maybe later we can have some girlfriend time, for now you just be my tiny little Livie and snuggle Mummy.” I nodded and rested my head on her chest. I started to relax as I listened to her steady heartbeat. Moving everything in from the car must have caused her heart to speed up, but now with me in her arms, at peace with the world, her heartbeat slowed to a normal pace and I found my eyelids getting heavier and heavier until they couldn’t take anymore and I drifted off into a peaceful slumber. “Crib and changing table in the bedroom, highchair in the kitchen, the rest you can leave here in the living room and I’ll unpack them myself, thanks.” My eyes slowly opened to see Charlie instructing a couple of delivery men. I must have been asleep for a while or they arrived early. In my drowsy state I very nearly took my dummy out to speak, before Charlie noticed and pushed it back in giving me a look that told me not to. “I must say Ma’am, you have an absolutely adorable baby.” Said the large of the two delivery men. “Thank you, I only recently adopted her and haven’t really had chance to get a proper nursery sorted out.” “Well she’s a very lucky baby getting all these wonderful things! And I don’t want to sound like I’m judging, but I noticed you’ve not got any punishment items.” “Then don’t. Just do your job and don’t assume or suggest anything.” Part of me was scared whenever Charlie got like this. She was an expert at putting people in their place. But thankfully, that small part of me was overshadowed by the feeling of safety I got from her when she was like this. Mostly because it was never aimed at me, it was usually some poor Amazon. “Sorry Ma’am. Don’t want to overstep. I’m sure you’re a lovely mother.” “It’s okay, no harm done, just please do your job and keep your opinions to yourself.” The deliverymen finished up setting up the furniture and dropped off the remaining items and left, Charlie shutting the door and locking it after they had left. “Ugh. Sorry about that baby.” “It’s okay. Amazons always feel like they need to impart advice or wisdom or whatever they call their cruel ideas. We should get used to it!” “We shouldn’t need to though baby. This country and most of the world is like this and it shouldn’t be.” “Maybe one day it’ll be different, but for now at least I have you to protect me.” “I’ll always do that my little snugglemuffin!” she said as she squeezed me tight and kissed my head. “So can I see what you’ve bought then?” “Oh go on then. I can’t wait for you to see your crib.” “Why?” “Let’s go check that out first then shall we?” Charlie carried me into her bedroom, where I saw a large crib at the end of the bed and a changing table over by the big mirror on the wall. She walked over to the crib and I looked down to examine it. The crib was purple and white with pink sheets, it had little embossed stars on the ends with a plaque on the headboard that said “Baby Olivia”. “You got it customised?” “Of course. How else would you know it was for you?” she stuck her tongue out at me. I blushed, trying to focus on the details of the crib. It was a typical crib, bars either side that were too tall for me to climb over and not wide enough for me to fit through. There was a locking mechanism, which to be honest didn’t make a difference as there was no way I would even be able to lift the side of the crib to get out even if I could get past the lock. There was a pink crib skirt around the bottom and the bedding looked really squishy and soft. And the last detail I noticed was that the delivery guys had put both our stuffies in the crib. They must have assumed both were mine. “Oh dear, they put my stuffie in. She looks happy there though, so you’ll have to keep her safe and snuggle her whenever you go for a nap okay?” said Charlie. I giggled. “You silly!” “I am? Oh no! Is there a cure? What’s the recovery rate? What are the other symptoms? What do you do with a silly Mummy?” “Ummm... dis!” I reached up and kissed her. “Oh thank you baby, the silliness has gone.” “I hope not all of it! I like silly Mummy.” “Good, because I’ll always be silly around you babygirl.” As she walked over to the changing table, a thought popped into her head. “Hmm...” She quickly inserted a finger into my nappy which made my face turn red. “Nope, dry. Guess we’ll just have to try your changing table later!” “Hmph!” “No pouting baby, or I could get some of those punishment items that man suggested!” I buried my head into her chest. “D’aww pouty pottypants. How about we get us some food, and you can try your new highchair instead? What would you like babe?” “Hmm... how about takeout?” “I guess that would give us time to unpack your stuff and the rest of the things I bought. What takeout do you want?” “Burgers! Pasta! Umm... anything really.” “Well as you’re my little baby right now, how about we go for pasta, that way I can feed it to you easier.” I nodded as she walked into the living room, ordering some food using the app on her phone. I saw the pile of boxes that were delivered and couldn’t believe they were all for me! “Right, that’s food ordered. It’ll be a while yet, seems like everyone is ordering tonight. How about we un-box some of this stuff whilst we wait?” Charlie shuffled the pile of boxes closer to the sofa using her feet, then sat down and put me on the sofa sat next to her, right up against her leg. I instinctively hugged her leg as I leant forward to get a better look. She grabbed the first box and started opening it. “This is like Christmas or a birthday!” Charlie said whilst smiling at me. “When my birthday is coming up; please don’t say I’m going to get a bunch of baby stuff for it!” “Haha! I’ve got plenty of plans for it. All of which are being kept secret from you!” “Awww, not even a hint?” “Not even a hint, cutie.” We hadn’t celebrated any big event together yet. My birthday happened just before I met Charlie for the first time back in February. The next birthday was Charlie’s at the end of this month, and then it was Christmas in a couple of months. I was really looking forward to spending these big events with my girlfriend for the first time. “Hmph. Fine. So what’s in the box?” Charlie finished opening the box she had in her hands and pulled out a baby monitor. “Really? Why do you need one of them?” “Because I wanted to see your face turn red from embarrassment, and I’m happy to report, it worked! Plus I did tell you I wanted to give you the proper baby experience. Remember, if you ever change your mind about any of this, just let me know okay? You say the word and all of it goes.” “Thanks Charlie. Still figuring things out. Still not sure.” I didn’t know how to tell her I genuinely enjoyed the love and attention I got, and I felt safer than ever at the mall, despite everything that happened. All because I was hers, because I felt small and loved. “Next one?” I nodded. Charlie picked up another smallish box and opened it up. Inside was an absolutely beautiful blanket, white with intricate baby patterns sewed into it. “Oh my god, that’s... gorgeous.” “I know right? I saw it and knew I had to get it for you. It’s the softest thing ever, feel it.” I stuck my hand in and felt the fabric ‘Holy crap, that is soft! With that at nap time, I would probably sleep better than any night in my whole life!’ Opening box after box, we soon had a pile of baby supplies, baby clothes and things that turned my face red. Some of them were baby toys, and even though I knew they wouldn’t be able to keep my adult mind engaged, I still loved that she thought of getting them. The thing I blushed at the most wasn’t for me though... “What’s that?” I said as Charlie picked up the last box. “This will be something for me sweetheart.” “For you? D’aww does Charwie wanna be a baby wike me too?” I said teasingly, in the most babyish voice I could. “Shush you little minx. It’s just a nursing bra.” My face dropped. I hadn’t expected that. “Don’t worry, I’m still not planning on feeding you unless you want me to. And like we discussed, it’s still going to be limited even if you do want me to. It’s more for me, as it’ll make it easier to pump. Now that you’re in ‘babymode’ or ‘babyspace’ or whatever you call this, my maternal instincts have caused me to need to pump more. And don’t worry, they won’t take over and make me like the rest of the Amazons, it’s just affecting my milk production.” “I guess it’ll make feedings easier too if I do want that.” “Talking of which, it’s been a little while since we last...” She nodded downwards, hinting at me. “But won’t it spoil my dinner? It should be here soon.” “How about after then?” “Yeah maybe... I don’t know.” I was a bit hesitant to do it, as I knew with this oral fixation I’d love it, maybe a bit too much, and with the addictive properties of her milk I may get a bit too attached to it. “Sorry baby, I don’t want to push this on you. I’m the one trying to regulate it after all. It’s just... you’re not the only one who feels good from it. That bond we have when we try it... it was something so special and intimate. And it wasn’t even a maternal thing, although part of it may have been down to that. It was more that my girlfriend was that close to me, suckling, enjoying every last drop of my milk, happy and content with the world, the connection was just so strong.” “I understand Charlie. I really do. Maybe we can try it tonight after food? We’ve got dinner with your parents tomorrow, so I’m going to have to pretend to be a baby then too, so it may even help if I can’t control when I use my nappy.” “Okay then baby, if you’re sure. We’ll try later." That’s when the doorbell rang. Charlie went and grabbed our food from the front door and placed it on the kitchen table. Walking back over to me, she picked me up and on the way back to the kitchen grabbed a bib from the back of a chair. “Come on then babykins, time for din dins.” ‘Well if I want to experience the baby role... maybe I should play the baby properly...’ I thought to myself. I clapped my hands excitedly; trying to get my mind into the headspace I had only dipped my toe into the past week. “D’aww someone’s excited for her food!” Charlie’s face beamed with happiness. I could tell she was enjoying the fact I was trying to find my headspace again. “Let’s get you strapped into your brand new highchair!” She took me over to the highchair placed next to the kitchen table. It was the perfect size for me, made of wood, painted purple and white to match my crib. The seat was pink, making it a perfect match. “Dis... mine?” “Yes sweetie! This is yours! And Mummy is going to put you in it and feed you your din dins! Then afterwards, baby can have some milkies and snuggle with Mummy. That sound okay?” “Uh huh!” I could feel my worries disappear one by one, slowly being replaced by happy, simple thoughts like my love for Charlie and how good she is as a Mummy. Placing me down in the highchair, she strapped my waist in, pulling the buckle up between my legs, pressing down on my nappy and reminding me that I was still thickly padded. “Time for your bib sweetie, can’t have you getting all your food down you!” “Yeah, because you would never intentionally miss my mouth just to make me blush...” “I don’t know what you’re talking about Livie!” Charlie had a mischievous grin on her face. Charlie proceeded to spoon feed me my dinner, which was pasta shapes. When I said I wanted pasta I wish I had specified what kind of pasta. Instead, she’s taken advantage and gotten me pasta in the shape of princesses and crowns and stuff. ‘Ah well, I may as well play along.’ After a very messy feeding at the kitchen table, she wiped my mouth using a wet wipe and took my bib off. “This will need to be washed; baby is a very messy eater!” I gave her my dirtiest look, only to start giggling when she tickled my feet gently. “Right, how about we snuggle up on the sofa for a bit?” I nodded and Charlie picked me up out of the highchair and carried me over to the sofa. We settled down and I snuggled into her, her arms around me keeping me warm and safe. Turning on the TV, we stayed there for a good hour before I figured Charlie would need to pump soon. So I took the initiative. I nuzzled against her breast until she realised what I wanted. “Okay sweetie, but remember, this is a once in a while treat, okay?” I nodded and she removed her top, exposing her breast. Quickly attaching my mouth around her nipple I suckled gently and the warm milk filled my mouth. And it was at that point all the emotions that I felt the last time I fed from her came rushing back. The closeness, the intimacy, the trust, the relaxation, the warmth. Honestly if it wasn’t for the fact it would remove all my potty training, I could happily feed from my girlfriend more often. The milk tasted fantastic, but the bond, the connection between us as I nursed, was something that couldn’t be found anywhere else. I happily suckled, enjoying every drop of milk that touched my tongue, being switched to the other breast part way through. My eyes felt heavier and heavier as the milk started taking effect. I started to fall asleep as Charlie stroked my hair. I didn’t care that I would lose control for another day or two. I didn’t care that we had a stressful day tomorrow with her parents. I didn’t care that I was in the exact situation, that only a year ago, I would have done anything to avoid. With Charlie, right here, in this moment, I was happy. ========================================================== Thanks for reading, and I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I really love reading everyone's comments and feedback and theories! A cute chapter before the storm ? The chapter everyone's been waiting for will be posted on Thursday. I'm quite excited and hope people enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also I've realised I've written way ahead of what I'm posting (I was trying to stay about 20 chapters ahead when it comes to writing this, but the gap has increased more than I expected), so I may switch up to 4 a week every week for a while and see how that goes. Thinking Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, like I've done this week? or Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. Not sure yet. That way it still gives me time to start writing my next story, when I've finished these last dozen chapters and finished this story, building up a stockpile of chapters of the next, and then I can also get my patreon up and running and all that.

In January, I had heart ablation surgery. It went well with very little overall discomfort. This is about the 6 hours in recovery with urinary incontinence. The surgery itself takes about 5 hours and requires the insertion of hearth catheters in the center top of both legs. The incisions are large and are the main reason for the recovery period. For 5 hours you are basically on your back and not allows to move and open the sutures in your legs. The surgery also involves a lot of intravenous fluids and post operation urination is quite high. There is no record of any urinary catheter use during the operation. I arrived in the operating room wearing a diaper. This wasn’t a problem with the surgical team and they mentioned they will just remove it when ready. It takes a few minutes to prep before they knock you out. I woke in recovery to the news that the operation when well. I immediately noticed I was already wet. I mentioned my incontinence to the staff and the solution was to take another rolled cotton blanket and place it between my legs. Since they already have you on a waterproof mattress pad and just use blankets to soak up the urine. After an hour I was quite wet and mentioned to the staff that I had a supply of my diapers. I wasn’t allowed to move or to wear them due to the leg sutures but they had no problems helping out. I wasn’t allowed to move but they could move me to change the bedding and clean me up a bit. With business like efficiency, they quickly had the pad and blankets changed out as well as laying down one of my diapers so it could provide a dryer feeling. They did the changing and cleaning without ounce exposing my genitals or putting any strain on my legs as they rolled me around. The ladies were total professionals. I asked why they didn’t do a catheter and they said there was no need. This is the usual way they handle it when the patient isn’t allowed to move post-op. After some time they start to allow you to sit up. After 5 hours you can stand and they make sure the sutures are holding well. Then after another hour, I was able to put on a diaper as usual and check out. I was surprised at just how much urine I produced. Urination was nearly constant for the 6 hours and very high in the evening and through the night. I also had to have yet another set of emergency eye surgeries and in those cases, I was able to wear a diaper thru the procedure once I mentioned. One anesthesiologist mentioned that you don’t urinate under the general anesthesia they normally use. Which makes a lot of sense as urine output for the next 48 hours is much lower than usual. All three times as I awoke slowly post-op, the first thing I noticed was heavy urination occurring.

Chapter 3 The cavalcade of shocked reactions continued as Ryan looks like he just blue screened. "what!? How!? That makes no sense!" he said with zero calmness whatsoever "shhhh I don't want mommy hearing that" I looked around and listened out for mommy's large footsteps however I heard nothing so I said "if I tell you it must stay secret" Ryan nodded and I decided to tell him the truth "you know how amazons over here can look into other dimensions and pull littles out of them to bring them here?" he nodded at that "back in my dimension we were working on the same technology. We got it to the point we could look into other dimensions but not go there" POV jack Date: November 6th 2022 Dimension: C-137 (home) Location: CL technology, project dimension control room After 2 years we'd finally gotten the portal to work. Sort of. We could see into other dimensions. Observe them. But we couldn't get anything in or out. This project was something straight out of science fiction and had taken its toll on everyone most of all me. Others had questions about this project. What was its purpose? Why was this started? How in the hell did the ceo know other dimensions existed and how did he create the basis for this project? I didn't care about any of this. I was tired. The pay was good but work was hell. I just wanted a break and in my field that was impossible. Besides I doubt they'd ever let me leave after having worked on this but since the project was working to a degree we began looking through dimensions for one that fit the CEOs needs. What were those needs? No idea. After a few days of searching we came across one that was just bizzare. People our size were treated like babies. Not as some weird fetish stuff but legitimately adopting and caring for them. The people doing this were massive and with the size difference we thought at first littles were babies. I never thought to look at the rest of that world because I was captivated. As I watched people being adopted by complete strangers and showered with love and affection I felt empty. I shook my head and muttered "are you crazy? You don't want that do you?" to myself. I likely would've forgotten about it the next day had I not been told it was that dimension the ceo was interested in. I was confused until max clarified "yeah it's a weird place but from how long you looked at it you must've noticed how advanced their tech is" I simply nodded and said "yeah that's a good point" For about a year and 10 months we worked on the portal trying to get it to work so people could go through and we could obtain their technology and we had little luck. Well they had none. I on the other hand had discovered a way out. I wasn't exactly happy. I was on anti-depressants, the company paid for therapy and nothing worked. I wanted to go to the other dimension. I wanted to experience what a loving family was like even if just for a little bit. I found how to make that happen. I saw they had a portal that could get anyone from anywhere on this planet over there and they did that to help those who couldn't handle adult life anymore. Nobody suspected anything since they replaced them with a corpse presumably a clone. I then hatched a plan. Sam would text me while they were observing me which had apparently happened many times while I wasn't there (the theory was they couldn't see the underground lab) and I would chug down ethanol only to be saved by the giants. Jack POV Date: September 15th 2024 Dimension: DD-165 (diaper dimension) Ryan took a minute to go from shock to understanding and said "so you found this dimension. Saw what we did" I then nodded saying "yeah. Only this country though. I saw how littles were treated and that some from my dimension were saved from death and treated with love an affection. I desperately wanted that and well here we are. The plan worked" Ryan was both shocked and sad. It was visible on his face. "so you didn't want to die. You wanted to escape." he said quietly. I added "I'm a coward. Before this I wanted to die but couldn't do it. I wanted to be loved. Even if only for a few days. My family are all either dead or abandoned me. I had two choices. Stay in a doomed world and never experience love or come here" We stayed as we were for a few minutes. When mommy came to take us downstairs and just in time. The combined smell of two smelly diapers was distracting. Ryan kept his word and didn't tell her about my situation. When we got to the spacious living room mommy said "alright my little angel we're going to go get you some clothes and toys after breakfast and a diaper change. OK?" I was a bit apprehensive about going out in public surrounded by giants but mommy's loving smile was all it took to assure me that I would be safe "thanks mommy" was all I could think to say I wondered what was for breakfast but then I thought of something "mommy can I pwease have some milk?" I asked in my most babyish voice. "aw of course you can. You never have to worry about that. If you're hungry just say so and mommy will sort it out" she then effortlessly lifted me up and took off her shirt so I could start drinking the think, creamy ambrosia she called milk. Soon she sat down and Ryan joined us and just like yesterday he was using the other breast. While we fed mommy said "now once you're both nice and full we're gonna get some nice clothes for my perfect little baby boy." I was in a haze but I was still able to tell she was talking about me and it felt good. I was happy that she cared about me. Soon we were both done and I fell asleep almost immediately. I woke up in the car seat from yesterday. I noticed I had a clean diaper so I somehow slept through having it changed. I couldn't stop myself from yawning. That caused mommy to giggle and say "sleep well sleepyhead?" I was embarrassed by that and said "sorry mommy. I don't know why I keep sleeping like that" she then said "awww don't be sad. Babies need their sleep and mommy's milkies make babies fall right to sleep. Even wittle Ryan had to nap a little" the boy in question held his hands up with his pacifier in one hand and said "guilty as charged" that made me feel a lot better and I saw we were nearing what looked like a massive mall as we parked mommy said "OK so today I'm allowed a day off work since it's a Sunday but tomorrow I have to go to work. Jack would you be OK with going with Ryan to daycare? After that I can get 9 months maternity leave it's just my boss really needs me tomorrow" I was scared of meeting so many strangers at once especially amazons but I hoped if there was at least one familiar face there I'd be fine. I nodded and said "it's OK mommy. I'm scared but I think I can handle it." she then got out of the car and opened the trunk. After she got something out of it she opened the door on my side and got me out of the car seat she hugged me saying "thanks for being so brave" before putting me in what I realised was an odd type stroller. I think it was called a baby carriage and it was for two people so naturally Ryan was next to me. instead of sitting we were lying down in this one there was a cover to shield from sunlight and rain and mommy could easily check on us at any time. There was also a blanket draped over us but our heads were poking out. It was like riding in a giant bed. we went into the mall and like everything else the place was massive. I looked around and were it not for the size it would look much like a regular mall. Well that and there are way more adult sized babies in strollers and many more stores for childcare supplies. I asked "how can you tell the difference between a grown little and an amazon baby" as I was wondering if they were all littles since none of them looked like adults at all. Mommy then answered "it is hard to tell isn't it? Most of them are probably littles" I didn't want to push further for now but made a mental note to ask how she knows that later. There were some things I observed. Most of the people with babies were amazon women on their own or a few had an even taller amazon man with them. All involved seemed happy but I wondered if there was a stigma against single fathers like back home. Besides that everything was normal. Amazon children were messing around and begging their parents to go to toy stores. I saw a nearby video game store that was an absolute sausage fest besides a few confused mothers, families were talking to each other at the food court. Infant and toddler childcare was clearly a huge industry here and it seems most amazon women were here for their kids adopted or otherwise. All of this I observed through small gaps since mommy took up a good chunk of my view in this baby carriage. Soon enough we were. Stopped by two amazons who asked to see us. They looked a little bit younger than mommy but not by much. "awww they're so adorable" I heard one say. It felt odd but pleasent to be called that "be careful little Jack was just adopted so he's a little shy" mommy said. I would've said something but I felt myself being tickled and I couldn't help but laugh so hard I peed. "looks like someone's ticklish" the other new amazon said she then added "don't worry he likes it. You try." I gave a thumbs up to reassure her friend that I didn't mind but she just shook her head and said "sorry little guy I'll wait till I have my own little" they then both left and said "thanks miss" and started talking with each other. I didn't catch much of what they said after that. "sorry about that Jack. Some amazons like to do that especially when they don't have their own little. Amazon maternal instincts are strong" I nodded in understanding and said "it's fine they seemed nice" I noticed we'd walked into a store and I wasn't sure where mommy was going to put the stuff she was buying but she was able to just hold a basket in one hand while pushing the stroller. I couldn't quite see what we were buying but it was obviously for me especially when the cashier asked if she'd adopted recently. When we exited the store she put most of the items in the bottom of the stroller which must've had something there for keeping stuff in but she opened a pack of pacifiers and put one in my mouth. I noticed an orange like flavour and as if to confirm she said "thought I'd get you some flavoured pacifiers like your brother has. Tell me if you don't like any of them" I nodded and continued sucking on it to confirm it was fine. Soon we entered another store and was carried out of the stroller. We were in a massive baby clothes store. Not the baby section of a clothes store. The entire thing was for babies. Mommy grabbed a ton of different outfits and moved me and the stroller to the changing rooms. Luckily these were huge so the stroller fit in. I'd be uncomfortable leaving Ryan alone considering what I knew about other amazons. I then spent the next 20 minutes trying on different infantile outfits. They all fit and I didn't mind any of them so mommy decided to buy all of them. While on the way to pay I said "mommy won't all that be expensive? You don't need to spend so much on me." mommy then looked at me and said "don't you worry about money. I have plenty and if it really became a problem I have friends who can help. I just want you to be happy" I fell silent and felt guilt at wasting so much of her money but decided to drop it. "alright I just need to get some lunch. You still OK with milk jack" mommy asked I responded "I cant think of anything better" she smiled at that. I wasn't lying either her milk was amazing. Once we reached the food court she was about to feed us while she waited on her lunch when we were interrupted "hey mind if I have a look"I heard from an unknown voice. This one was different. Most people here had a light Australian accent just without the slang or dialect.This one sounded more american. Definitely like someone from a northern state and not Southern "may I ask why?" mommy asked. I could tell already she didn't trust this woman. "I'm not from here and I was told littles were even more cute here and wanted to see if that was true" it was obvious nobody was buying that but she relented and said "fine but no touching or giving them anything. I don't want them regressed like yours" "mine isn't regressed. Isn't that right owen" I then heard the sound of someone popping a pacifier out of their mouth and saying "nope. I'm happy and love my mommy she would never do anything bad to me". She then looked in the stroller and I was immediately on edge. It was hard to explain but she looked like a predator eyeing her pray. Ryan put an arm over be protectively and said "that's enough. You're scaring him" she didn't go away immediately but thankfully mommy said "you heard him. stop" she obliged and turned to her and said "sorry the bigger one seems frustrated. I'm not shocked" I was angered by what she implied "what? You calling me a bad mother" the other amazon laughed and said "no of course not. I just think what you do in this country is cruel. Littles may be babies but they're fully grown and have needs unless they're regressed. Instead of helping with that or regressing them you remove those needs. I'd never let my precious Owen get backed up with cummys. Besides I can send it to the breeders so more lovely babies are born" thankfully mommy interrupted her disturbing view on littles by saying "go away. People like you make me sick. Littles are babies to be taken care of and given love. Not be used as toys to fulfil your sick kinks and bred like animals" the creepy amazon then walked away and I hoped to never to see her again. She creeped me out and the way she talked about her adopted son creeped me out. "I'm so sorry about that. I shouldn't have let that monster come over here" mommy said. Her lunch arrived soon after. "just let me eat this and I'll feed you both and we can go home" I couldn't help but be happy about leaving this place. Ryan whispered in my ear "judging by her accent and how she said she treats her little she's probably from little hell" I was confused at the name but Ryan elaborated "oh yeah you don't know what that means. Most other countries are less kind to littles. Her country is the worst so it got the nickname 'little hell'" soon mommy finished eating and before she could feed us I asked "mommy what did you mean by regressed?" she sighed and said "in most countries it's not uncommon to use hypnosis to permanently turn their brains to mush. You look like a baby but you don't have the mind of one. Regression forces you to. Some littles here choose to be regressed but it's rare and illegal if they don't consent" I was scared about that happening but I didn't have time to think about it as mommy was starting to feed us. while I was a bit worried about feeding in public the fact I could now see we weren't the only ones made me feel OK with it. Once again I felt relaxed and soon fell asleep. I woke up in the car but this time I had a dark blue romper on that was surprisingly comfortable. I wondered how long it would take to get to the point where I'm not immediately dead to the world after feeding. When we got home the same thing happened as last time. At this point I figured she carried me because she was worried I'd fall or something. She definitely seemed protective and I noticed Ryan was barely tall enough to easily climb the 2 stairs to the front door. We then spent the rest of the day playing in the playpen and watched a movie. Of course it was incredibly infantile and even the actors (the ones that weren't giant anyway) were wearing diapers and wore infantile clothes. I even commented "even littles with jobs wear this stuff?" to which mommy said "they don't have jobs. It's just something fun to do and they love being on TV. it's adorable" then Ryan spoke up "mommy could we get on TV someday?" mommy then laughed and said "sure thing little guy. Maybe when Jack is all settled in you two can do that" I smiled at that. It would be fun. Soon after it was done we were carried up to the nursery to continue playing while mommy made herself dinner before feeding us and putting us in the crib. I noticed a baby monitor nearby so I made sure to avoid talking about anything I didn't want her to hear. "hey do you think she heard us last night?" I asked Ryan said "probably not. I heard her go outside before we started talking" that made me feel quite calm and decided to start drawing stuff on one of the pads of paper in the room. When mommy came upstairs I showed her the poorly drawn animals that even by the standards of crayon drawing I knew was bad but she found it adorable and she said she'd put it on the fridge. Once again we drank from mommy's breasts and I fell asleep. Dream POV I woke up in a crib but noticed Ryan was nowhere to be seen. I looked around but it was too dark to see. Soon a familiar voice was heard "hey there little guy. Hope you like your new home" then that creepy amazon showed up seemingly out of nowhere "no. I want my mommy where is my mommy?" I cried out. Immediately the amazon laughed and said "don't you remember? She doesn't want you anymore. I'm your mommy now." I couldn't believe it. It had only been two days and already she abandoned me. I couldn't help but cry. the creepy amazon then said "there there it'll be OK. You're no use for the breeders so I'll just have you regressed and you won't mind. Well there won't be much of you to mind" Awake POV When I woke up I was sweating and tears were going down my face. I noticed Ryan was awake and he asked "you OK? You were moving around in your sleep and crying" I then responded "I had a horrible dream" while still crying. Soon mommy ran through the door and picked me up "are you OK? What's wrong?" I then told her. "bad dream. Please can we stay like this for a bit?" mommy sat in a chair that was in the nursery and said "of course. Mommy's here for you" I continued to cry into her chest for a while. --- OK so first of all sorry this took so long. I had to change some stuff as I changed my mind about where to take this story and it's really hot over here and that makes it hard to focus. Next chapter will be Jack's early introduction to daycare and the chapter after that I'll actually try and develop Jack and his mommy as characters. I feel I haven't really done that yet. Hopefully I can write something good as I've never been great with writing good characters. As for the accents please don't read into it I don't hate Americans or think they're evil I just went with a random accent to make it clear they're not from there but still have them speak English. Also the reason I gave everyone else australian accents is literally just because "LOL Australia is a nanny state so I'll make this litteral nanny state diaper dimension Australia" joke sorry if that offends anyone

Chapter 15. Jane looked around once she was inside the 'Bear Bottoms' store. They had all sorts of things, from baby to teenager it seemed. Jane noticed a lady behind the counter and walked towards her. "Hello. How may I help you today?" Mary, the lady behind the counter asked. "Hello. I was just down at the dress store with my daughter-in-law and they said they had gotten some items from this store." Mary the store owner came around from the counter. "Let me guess. Some wedding diapers?" Jane smiled, a little surprised. "Well yes but..." "Oh you would be surprised how many brides we have come in here. Right this way." Jane followed Mary to the far right corner of the store. Rows and rows of plastic pants filled the shelve. Jane looked to her left and noticed the bags of diapers stacked almost as high as the ceiling. "Would you happen to know the size?" Mary asked. Jane had to think for a few seconds. She wasn't really sure. "I'm not totally sure." "How tall and what would her weight be?" "I would say she is about 5' 4" maybe 100 lbs." "Well then she would be a small for sure." Mary turned and walked a few steps down the row of diapers. She picked up a bag. "These are the same as the ones we supply the dress shop with." Jane took the bag from Mary and read the front. Jane cleared her throat "Would these be good for night time? It's seems she has some issues during the night." Not batting an eye, Mary took a couple steps further down, picking up another bag. "Those would be okay but these would be better. Now they do have a print on them. Does that matter?" Jane placed the bag she had in her other hand. "What do you mean prints?" Mary walked over to a shelve a few feet away. She picked up a diaper that was stacked on top of others. She unfolded it half way. "This is what they look like." Jane couldn't contain her smile as she looked at what Mary was holding. It basically looked like a larger version of a Pampers diaper. "Oh my. I never knew that they made Pampers that big." Mary chuckled. "Well, they are not Pampers but they are a close." Jane's smile never left her face. She could picture Beth in those. "I will take them. Oh and these also." Mary refolded the diaper and picked up the bag. "I'll put this one in for you as well." "Thank you. It might be good to have one in my purse." As the two walked back towards the counter Jane noticed some clothes hanging on a rack. She stopped to take a closer look. Clothing that was big enough for Beth for sure but looked more like they should be for a toddler. Dresses, rompers, pyjamas, all very cute. Jane picked up a pair of pyjamas that were all one piece. Looking closer, the pyjamas had snaps running up the one leg all the way up the the middle. She held them out. "They are cute aren't they and easy for changes." Mary said. "They are. I'm just wondering if the size is right." "They should be fine. If not, you can always bring them back for a different size. That's not a problem." "That's great. They look like they should be fine. Thank you." "No problem at all." Jane kept the pyjamas and followed Mary up to the counter. She turned back and looked once again at the rack of clothes. 'Maybe she should just go get Beth and bring her in. That would be the easiest.' Jane placed the pyjamas and the bag of diapers on the counter. "My daughter-in-law is sitting outside. I think I will go get her and bring her in. Make sure we have the right sizes." Mary handed Jane the single diaper. "Did you want to put this in your purse?" "Oh yes. Thank you." "If you think your daughter-in-law will be okay coming in then I can wait to ring this up." Jane placed the diaper in her purse. "She will be fine. I'll be back." "Okay." Jane walked out the door and made her way over to Beth. She took Beth's hand. "I need you to come in the store with me." Beth didn't stand."What? Why?" Jane held onto her hand. "Because we need to check some sizes." "Sizes for what?" "Beth get up right now!" Beth just looked up at her mother-in-law. "I'm fine out here. I want to go home." "Beth. I'm not going to say it again. No come with me!" Jane pulled her up. Beth was jerked up off the bench. She stumbled a little once she was on her feet. Jane took the opportunity to solidly pat Beth's bottom. "How's that diaper making out?" Beth stood up straight when she felt the pat on her butt. "It's fine. I told you I don't need to wear it." Jane pulled Beth towards the store but Beth dug her heels in and pulled back with everything she had. Surprising herself that it made Jane stop walking. Jane stopped and looked back. "Young lady, stop throwing a temper tantrum!" Jane said, loudly. A few people walking by looked over at Beth and Jane. Beth noticed them looking at her. Her face went red of embarrassment. Her head went down. Jane stepped up right beside her. She brought her hand up. "Stop acting like a toddler or believe me I will treat you like one. Do you want me to lay you across my lap on that bench and give you a spanking?" Beth stood up straight waiting for Jane's hand to come down. Her whole body tensed up except for one thing. Her bladder. It decided to open fully and she felt herself start to pee into the waiting diaper that was around her waist. Jane looked into Beth's eyes. She didn't bring her hand down onto her bottom but kept it in the air. She noticed a couple of tears roll down Beth's cheeks. Jane slowly brought her hand down to her side. She took Beth over to the bench and sat down pulling Beth down as well. Beth sat on the bench and felt her wet diaper push up against her most sensitive parts, she whimpered. Jane brought her in close and wrapped her arm around her. "We just need to make sure what I'm going to buy, you fits. It will only take a few minutes." Jane said, as though she was talking to a child. Beth felt a few more tears roll down her cheeks. She wasn't sure if it was her wet diaper or Jane. It took a few minutes for her to calm down. She finally pulled back from Jane. Keeping her head down, she quietly said. "Okay." Jane pulled her in for a little hug. Keeping the same tone. "That's my good girl." Jane stood first and Beth slowly followed. Beth placed her hand into Jane's as it was out in front of her. The two walked towards the store. As they were walking Jane wondered why all of a sudden Beth was willing to go with her. She didn't think she had done anything that drastic. But maybe the threat of a spanking is all it took. Beth felt her wet diaper as she walked. It now felt like she had a pillow between her legs. She looked down and noticed the bulge was more noticeable. She tried to walk with her legs closer together but all that did was make her more uncomfortable. By the time they got to the door she felt like she was waddling more than walking. Jane let go of Beth's hand and opened the door. She let Beth go first. Jane watched Beth closely as she made her way into the store. It didn't take her long to notice that Beth's walk was different from earlier. 'Could she have had an accident?' The next few seconds watching her walk or more like waddle into the store had her convinced she had. Beth looked around the store and noticed a lady standing behind the counter. She placed her hands in front of her, tying to cover up what she was wearing. Then she felt her hand being taken. She left her other hand in front. Jane walked Beth up to the counter and picked up the pyjamas. "What do you think? I thought you might like these for sleeping." Beth looked at the pyjamas Pink, very pink. It wasn't anything she would wear normally that's for sure. Jane held it up against Beth. "What do you think." "Uhmm..It's okay I guess." Beth said, just wanting to get out. She wanted to go home and get out of her wet diaper. Mary spoke up. "There is a changing room at the back if you want to try it on." "Oh thank you. Maybe that would be a good idea." Jane replied. Beth thought if she could get into the change room she could get rid of her diaper. Beth took a hold of the pyjamas but Jane was still holding on. "Maybe I should try them on." Jane took Beth's hand. "Okay. Let's go try this on." Beth didn't think Jane would be going with her. If she finds out she has used her diaper, things are only going to get worst. If that is possible. Beth stopped walking. "It's okay. I'm sure it will fit." Beth turned. "Are you sure? It might be better to try them on." "No..It's okay. It looks right." Beth know something was up with Beth. She had a pretty good idea want was wrong. "There are a couple other things I thought you might like. Let me show you." Beth felt a little relived that she wasn't go have to go into the change room with Jane and decided just to follow behind. Jane stopped at the rack of clothing that she got the dress from. She picked up a pink dress. "Do you like this honey? I thought it would be good for the rehearsal party." Beth hated it. It looks like something a toddler would wear. She shifted from one foot to the other, her diaper was getting very uncomfortable. "I don't want that." Jane held it up under Beth's chin. "Honey, it will look adorable on you." Beth just wanted out and to get back home. "Fine what ever." It's not like she would have to wear it anyway. "Can you turn around for a second. I just want to make sure of the length?" Jane asked. Beth slowly turned. She jumped a little when she felt Jane's hand push up her soaked diaper. "Are you wet?" Jane asked turning the her back around. Beth held her head down, looking at the floor. Jane smiled and quietly whispered in Beth's ear. "I guess that proves you're not such a big girl after all. I guess it's a good thing Nana bought more diapers." Beth shook her head back and forth. "No? How long have you been in that wet diaper? Do you even know?" Beth felt tears fall down her cheeks again. "It..happened....." she just couldn't get the words out. "I was going to take you out for a nice lunch but I think we are heading straight home and you are going straight to bed." Beth lifted her head up slowly. "It's not my fault. You.....you were going to spank me and....." "And what? You peed in your diaper?" A few more tears ran down Beth's cheeks. "Do you want out of that wet diaper? It doesn't seem to bother you any. My guess is you are use to it." "No I'm not." Beth said, a little louder than she wished. "Well, do you want it changed?" "Yes." "Then ask me." Beth's head went back down. She didn't want to ask for a diaper change. It was bad enough she was wearing one to begin with. "If you are not going to ask, I guess from now on I will have to check your diaper more often. I really thought you could be a big girl and at least ask for a diaper change." Beth's head shot back up. "I am a big girl. This is just stupid." "Okay big girl. Ask Nana for a diaper change or from this point further I will be checking your diaper no matter where we are or what we are doing." Beth hated this. Her mind was going all over the place. 'How did she get into this?' She lifted her head back up. "Can...I get a diaper..change?" "Ohh, so you decided that you want to be a big girl. That's fine. But you are going to ask it like this. Nana, can you change my diaper?" Beth was becoming overwhelm with this whole situation. She didn't think at this point she had much of a choice. "Fine. Nana can you change my diaper?" "With out the attitude." Beth took a deep breath. "Nana, can you change my diaper?" "That's better. I will get you changed as soon as we are done here." "But...That's not fair." Beth said. "What's not fair is Nana having to change such a big girls diaper. Now follow me to the front." Again, what choice did Beth have. She made up her mind that she was going to have a talk with Peter tonight, because this had to stop. Beth followed Jane up to front and watched her pay for diapers, dress and pyjamas.

Thanks for all the feedback so far everyone! ##### Chapter 5: Induction Lily steps through the door to the L-3/L-4 Playroom just as her watch chimes. “Mind the Room Monitors, Miss Bronsen.” Mr. Lake tells her. He’s the one who’d collected her from her therapy session and escorted her here. He is a large, round man, but almost excessively gentle in the way he’s handled her thus far. They’d passed three other Playrooms on the way here, L-1, L-2, and L-2/L-3. Further down the hall, there’s a sign hanging from the ceiling that reads L-4. “I will Mr. Lake.” Lily responds, too drained from her therapy session for any kind of resistance. “If this playroom turns out to be a little too…” Mr. Lake pauses, searching for the word and adjusting his glasses. “Exciting for you, just talk to one of the Room Monitors and they’ll take you next door. Things are a little bit calmer over there. The L-2/L-3 room is also where you’ll go for diaper changes if that’s something you need. The Room Monitors here are pretty diligent about bathroom breaks and making sure everyone is clean and dry, but if you have an accident, just tell one of them, and they’ll see to it that you get cleaned up.” he explains. “Okay.” Lily responds. “Do you have any questions before we go inside?” Mr. Lake wonders. Lily shakes her head. “No, I’m okay.” She says, and steps through the door when Mr. Lake holds it open for her. It closes behind her with a disturbingly final clunk, and she swallows hard. There are only about a dozen other people in the room besides Lily, not counting the Room Monitors. She notices that none of the Littles are wearing shoes and immediately feels out of place as she looks down at her feet. Immediately to her right is a set of cubbies, containing the shoes of the room’s occupants. Lily places her own shoes in an empty cubby and continues to look around. The room is large and open, with a door that leads outside to the playground she’d seen from upstairs. Another against the opposite wall, made of solid, heavy-looking wood, with a sign on it that says: L-2/L-3 Changing Room. Next to that is another door that opens into a bathroom, with a sign dangling from the door handle that says “Go”. Toward the front of the room there are various arts & crafts stations, along with building blocks and a chest of other toys. There are clear plastic bins next to the art supplies labeled: Painting Shirts. There’s a large sink next to the bathroom, presumably for cleaning up the art supplies after they are used. In the center of the room at the front is a large desk, and a tall, muscular woman is typing away at something on the computer there. On the wall behind the desk is a very large television playing cartoons on low volume, but no one in the room seems to be paying it much attention. On the right side of the room are several bookshelves and stuffed animals on a large rug, and a sign above the area says: Quiet Please. And finally, directly to Lily’s right is a barren corner with a single desk in it. On the desk is a timer and a small sign that says: Time-Out, but no one is sitting there now. The Room Monitors are easy to spot because of their bright blue shirts, but Lily is hesitant to approach any of them at the moment, too busy looking around to introduce herself just yet. She fidgets anxiously, nibbling on her thumb. No one seems to have noticed her yet, but it’s only a matter of time until- “Well, hello there!” Says a pleasant voice, and Lily nearly jumps out of her skin. “Hi,” She squeaks out in response. “I’m Maisie, I’m one of the room monitors for this playroom. What’s your name sweetheart?” The woman explains. She has bright blue eyes and her hair is also blue, and she’s got a colorful dragon tattoo that covers her entire right arm. “Lily,” Lily responds, mentally kicking the part of herself that’s reacting positively to Maisie’s cloying tone of voice. Still, aside from that, Maisie seems pretty cool. “It’s very nice to meet you, Lily. We only have a few rules here in the playroom: Be honest, mind the monitors, be kind and respectful to others, and don’t go outside without a monitor. Think you can remember all those?” Lily nods. “Yes, Miss Maisie.” Maisie pulls a face. “You don’t have to call me ‘miss’. It makes me feel old. Just call me Maisie, or Mimi, if you want, I know my name can be tough for little ones to say.” Lily shrugs. “Okay.” “Do you need to go potty before we start?” Maisie wonders. Lily shrugs again. She could probably go if she tried, but she doesn’t feel compelled to visit the restroom at the moment. “Let’s try really quick, okay?” Without waiting for an answer, Maisie scoops Lily up and settles her on her hip. It’s a surprising display of strength, since Maisie and Lily are about the same size. “I can walk, Mimi.” Lily says politely. “You don’t have to carry me.” “I know, but this is faster. We don’t want any accidents, do we?” Maisie points out. “No…” Lily agrees, her shoulders slumping forward. “After that we need to get you into the system so that all your appointments check off when you go to them, it helps us to keep track of your progress. Then you can have playtime until lunch is served, and then after that there’s an hour of quiet time.” Maisie explains as she sets Lily down in front of the bathroom. “Okay sweetie, go ahead and go potty for me, okay? Just flip the little sign on the door handle so it says “stop”, that way no one walks in on you. I’ll wait right here for you.” Lily ambles into the bathroom. She doesn’t really feel like she needs to go, so she counts to one-hundred, flushes the toilet, and rinses her hands at the sink. Then she heads back out to meet Maisie. “You know you’re actually supposed to at least try to go potty while you’re in there, right?” Maisie tells her, sounding decidedly unimpressed. “I did-” Lily begins, but Maisie interrupts. “It’s very naughty to lie, Lily.” Maisie says. “Think very carefully about what you want to say before you lie again, little one. This is your only warning, and if you lie to me again, you’ll go in time-out and not get your lunch-dessert.” She warns. “I did try!” Lily insists, and her foot stomps all by itself. Maisie sighs. “Alright. Time-out it is then.” She scoops Lily up again, and carries her over to the time-out chair. “I’ll be back to get you in five minutes. Just so you know, if you have more than one accident in a day, it’s back to diapers for the next two days after that. If that isn’t something you want, then you need to actually go to the potty when you have the chance to.” Maisie reaches around Lily to take a pen and a sheet of notebook paper out of the desk. Lily just folds her arms and says nothing. This is so fucking stupid… “I want you to write, ‘I will not lie’ on this piece of paper. Write as neatly as you can, and I expect at least twenty five lines by the time I get back.” Maisie explains. Then, she turns around, and leaves Lily at the desk before heading into the bathroom herself. There’s a little red light that’s set into the doorknob to the bathroom, and it comes on almost immediately after Maisie goes inside. Lily groans. Of course they’d have a way to monitor that too. She picks up the pen and begins to write, frowning when her bladder twinges with an urgency she hadn’t felt just two minutes earlier. She swallows hard. It’s gonna be a long five minutes… Time drags on slowly, and just as Lily is sure that she’s about to have an accident, Maisie returns. Lily just squirms miserably, sweat beading on her forehead. “Um, Mimi?” Maisie take one look at her and chuckles. “Go ahead, Lily. Wouldn’t want you to have an accident now would we? Just make sure to wash your hands and meet me back here when you’re done.” Lily is off like a shot at that, racing for the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. She barely manages to get her pants and pull-up down and sit on the toilet in time, but she makes it. That was too fucking close. She thinks after she’s cleaned herself up and is washing her hands in the sink. She returns to Maisie, relieved and contrite. “I’m sorry I lied to you.” Lily says without prompting. “I won’t do it again.” “Thank you for apologizing sweetie.” Maisie says, giving Lily a quick hug. “I think we’ve learned a very important lesson today, haven’t we?” Lily nods, her cheeks burning with shame at how close she’d come to having a genuine accident after insisting that she didn’t need to go to the bathroom. “And what did we learn?” Maisie prompts. “Not to lie. And to go to the bathroom when I have the chance.” Lily says, blushing a bit harder at that last admission. “Good girl.” Maisie praises, and Lily pretends not to feel good about it. “You can go play for a bit now. We’ll let everybody know when it’s lunchtime.” “Okay,” Lily says and wanders away to play with the building blocks, doing things with her hands has always helped to distract her. She sighs when she realizes how much she could use a cigarette, but she knows that’s impossible here. “Hey.” There’s already another boy here, building a large tower out of the blocks. He’s wearing a green shirt, not a yellow one like Lily. “I’m making a tower. You can help, if you want.” “Okay.” Lily says hesitantly. “I’m Lily.” “My name’s Aden.” The boy says with a grin, his longish blonde hair flopping into his face. “You must be new here.” “What makes you think that?” Lily wonders, settling down next to Aden and searching for suitable blocks to use in their building. “You fight them too much.” Aden observes thoughtfully. “There’s no point in lying or arguing with them. You’ll just get in trouble, and you might even end up with a longer stay.” Lily is embarrassed to learn that there were witnesses to her time-out, but she says: “I can handle myself. I’m not gonna turn into a...a drooling poop factory.” Aden laughs and puts up his hands in the universal gesture for peace. “Alright, alright. I’m just trying to look out for you. If you’re an L-3, you probably don’t need to worry about that. But, you are a Little, and it won’t do you any good to fight it.” He sorts through the blocks, waiting. “But I don’t want to be a Little. I’m not going to let them take my life from me like this!” Lily protests. Aden sighs. “They aren’t going to do anything. Chrysalis is going to happen whether you like it or not. I didn’t want to be a Little either, but here I am. All you’ll end up doing by fighting it is hurt yourself.” “No, I won’t. I’ll be fine.” Lily counters, folding her arms. “That’s what Carter said too.” Aden says, and points to a boy in a yellow shirt that’s sitting in the ‘Quiet Please’ area. The boy is curled up in a ball, hugging his knees to his chest. His dark eyes dart around the room, but he doesn’t seem to actually be looking at anything. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and he looks to be talking, but Lily can’t hear what he’s saying from this far away. Lily moves to go to him, but Aden stops her, placing a hand on her arm. “Don’t.” He says. “You’ll just upset him. He doesn’t do so well with people anymore.” “What happened to him?” Lily wonders, at once fascinated and horrified. “He decided that he wasn’t going to be a Little, too. Fought it tooth and nail evey step of the way. Eventually, his brain just couldn’t handle the stress and it broke him. He used to be a really nice guy before his brain turned to mush. It’s kinda sad.” Aden says quietly. “That won’t happen to me.” Lily says confidently. Aden just stares at her and shakes his head. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” he says.

Kim and I went back and discussed studying for the test together for a bit before my mom announced we needed to get back home so she could cook dinner for Dad. We made our goodbyes. As we drove away, I smiled. It was nice to have finally met Kim. I got into a ritual as the days progressed. I’d get up and force myself to poop so I could get Mom to change me right away. I discovered when doing this was already wet. I couldn’t remember the actual wetting. I shuddered to think about what Kim had told me about losing control. I was down to just over a week left before the retest when my parents came to me. Both looked somber, though my father’s attitude was darker. “Son, my cousin Bruce has died.” “Oh, no,” I said, though I really didn’t know Bruce that well. I knew he and Dad were close since they were kids. “What happened?” “Cancer. Pretty fast,” my mother explained. “The funeral’s this weekend and your father and I are going. We’re leaving Thursday evening.” She paused. “We don’t think it’s a good idea for you to miss any school over this.” Were they talking about leaving me home alone? My mother seemed to sense my confusion. “I’ve made arrangements with Kim’s parents that you stay at their house for the weekend. That seemed best as Kim’s mother is familiar with the diaper situation.” Her stress on situation clued me in that this whole toilet training fiasco was hard on her besides it being hard on me. “OK, that will work,” I said. I ran into Kim at school and told her I was spending the weekend. “I know,” she said. “Mom told me this morning.” We made plans. I would walk home with her on Friday. Mom had already said she’d drop off my stuff before they left town. “Maybe we can study together,” I said. “We’re not in any of the same classes,” she said, confused. “I’m talking about the toilet training exam,” I said. “Oh, I guess we can do that. I don’t know when Mom is going to let me take that.” “When is your probation up?” “Next week.” “Then you and I can do it together,” I said, cheerfully. “Well,” she started, and then trailed off. “Well, what?” I asked. “She’s made comments about keeping me untrained.” “Why would she do that? My mom can’t wait to get me out of diapers.” “She thinks it’s helping my behavior.” There was an awkward pause, as I did not know what to say. Then she added, “But, I guess it doesn’t hurt to be ready to take it if she does.” That Friday, I followed her home. Her mother met us at the door and led us off for the required diaper changes. She asked what we were going to do that evening and I mentioned studying for the exam. She seemed to approve of the idea. Maybe she was planning to let Kim take the test. For dinner, we had pizza and Cokes. “This is a treat,” Kim explained. “We don’t get either of these often.” We spent the rest of the evening studying. At bedtime, Kim’s mother came into the room and announced it was time for bedtime diaper changes. I watched Kim get up on the changing table. After her wet diaper was removed, something different was put on. It was a cloth diaper being pinned up. “This is what I wear to bed,” Kim explained. “Cloth is really much better for your skin,” her mother explained. “It is however unwieldy for school.” Her mom slid a pair of plastic pants up over that. Kim got down off the table and went over to her bed and plucked pajamas out from under her pillow. I was up on the table next. After removing my diaper, Kim’s mom asked if I wanted wanted to try a cloth diaper as well. “Sure,” I said. She pinned one on me and followed it with the plastic pants. I went over to my bag and got out my pajamas. I struggled to get the bottoms up over the diaper and I couldn’t. “See,” her mom laughed, “Unwieldy. You can just wear your pajama top and forget the bottoms. Babies go around like that all the time.” I bristled at the idea of being equated to a baby, but I was wearing and using a diaper. I threw the bottoms back in my bag and pulled on the tops. Kim’s mom left the room and Kim giggled. “You look cute like that,” she said. I blushed and then looked at her. She was wearing a one-piece outfit that even had feet attached like a little kid. “You do, too.” “You want the top or bottom?” she asked. I was a bit confused. Then she pointed to the bunk beds. “Top or bottom?” “Oh, top, I guess.” I went to climb up to the upper bunk when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and Kim leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. “Good night,” and turned to pull down the covers on her bed. Smiling, I started up the ladder.

@ValentinesStuff Agreed: If someone asks me to put a mask on, I will do it. This is also important, because my Dad has COPD, and is compromisable as well. If He, or anyone asks me to mask, I will DO it, because it is the right thing to do Brian

My place of employment requires me to wear a mask. If a business wants me to wear a mask, I will just to be polite. The same with other people.

Scott wakes up from a dream that was literally too good to be true. Back in the real world he discovers that his life is going to continue in the same embarrassing way. A day out looms and with it the chances of humiliation and the threat of seeing an old friend. --- 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-TWO EXCLUSIVE 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 --- Scott woke up the next morning much earlier than everyone else. He could immediately feel that his nappy had been flooded in the night. It took him a moment to work out why he felt a sense of embarrassment. When his wet dream came back to him he cringed and rolled over in his crib. He crinkled loudly as he moved which was just another horrible reminder of how dependent he was on the nappies. Sitting up in his crib Scott could see that dawn was still breaking. The sky outside his window was multi-coloured from the sun that was just peeking over the houses in the distance. Scott rubbed his eyes. It still felt so profoundly unfair that his subconscious would torture him like it had the previous night. Scott felt thirsty and as he patted the mattress around his pillows he found a bottle. Without hesitation he popped the teat into his mouth and started drinking. He slumped back down so he was flat on his back and drinking like a baby. He had no idea what time it was or how long he was likely to be left in his crib. Once the bottle was empty Scott dropped it to the side where it hit the mattress and rolled against the bars. He let out a loud burp and sighed. He was trying desperately to forget what had happened with Lyra in his dream but it was almost impossible to get his mind off it, the dream had felt so real that he now felt like he had lost the girl of his dreams. He growled in frustration at his own brain and the lack of distractions he had. Eventually the door opened and Deborah walked in. Scott immediately sat up and eagerly awaited being let out of his baby bed. He stretched and yawned as he watched his mother who was already dressed for the day. “Good morning.” Deborah said as she yawned and walked over to the changing table. “Hello, Mummy.” Scott replied quietly. Deborah went straight over to the changing table and started getting a new nappy ready. Scott thought she looked a little more tired than usual, perhaps they had had a few drinks whilst out yesterday. Either way, the side of the crib was soon lowered and Nick was able to crawl out and land on his feet. “Come on baby.” Deborah said as she took Scott’s hand, “There’s a good boy.” Scott blushed as he waddled across the room to the changing table. The heavy nappy sagged low between his thighs and he could only imagine how much he must look like a toddler just learning to walk. He hopped up on to the edge of the changing table and laid back in the same way he had done a thousand times before. He was undressed until his nappy was all that he wore. “You are absolutely soaked.” Deborah commented as she rested her hand on the outside of the plastic and felt the nappy’s weight, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were already wet when I got home last night.” Scott could have done without the running commentary on how helpless he was. It was almost a relief to feel the tapes getting pulled off the front of the nappy. The heavy front was lowered down between Scott’s legs and laid on the table. At least his overnight saturation likely meant the stains he had left from his wet dream had been washed away. Scott carefully watched his mother as she pulled out some wipes, it didn’t seem like she noticed anything was amiss. “We’ve got a big day today.” Deborah said as she rubbed the cold wet wipes against Scott’s crotch. “We do?” Scott asked hesitantly. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what today is!” Deborah pretended to be shocked though her face betrayed her amusement. “Erm, Sunday?” Scott replied dumbly. “You know your days of the week!” Deborah paused her cleaning and looked as pleased as punch, “What a clever baby!” Scott pouted as his mum chuckled and looked away as his face reddened with embarrassment. In truth, he paid so little attention to things like the time and the days of the week that most of the time he couldn’t be sure what day it was. It was only because his parents had gone out the previous day that made him suppose it had been Saturday. “It’s the annual church picnic day.” Deborah said with a smile, “Down by the river.” The colour drained from Scott’s face and he wanted to curl up into the fetal position. The annual church picnic was usually something he looked forward to. It was so much better to go to the river and play with his friends than sit in a stuffy church. Scott had in the past taken part in the big football game which often started between the various church goers. Sometimes there was a barbeque, other times some live entertainment. It was usually a great day out. This time Scot couldn’t have been more against the idea of going. Scott’s legs were lifted up and the soaked nappy was pulled out from underneath him. The fresh disposable had been opened underneath the old nappy so that as Scott was lowered it was straight on to fresh padding, it seemed his Mummy didn’t trust him to be without a nappy for even a second. With a sigh he probably thought she was right not to trust him. The new nappy was pulled up and over Scott’s crotch. As the tapes locked him into the disposable he could only think of what was to come. He allowed Deborah to take him off the table and stand him on the ground. He was dressed in what was, for him, a grown up outfit. A bright orange onesie with cartoon characters on it was pulled down and snapped closed under his crotch. He could feel the stretchy material pulling his crinkling underpants up closer to his body. The good news was that with his crotch covered by a pair of black shorts that went down to his knees no one would know it wasn’t a regular shirt. “Lovely.” Deborah declared after checking Scott out in the mirror. Scott followed his mum downstairs. The onesie went someway to hiding the crinkling in his underwear but he could still hear himself as he waddled into the kitchen for breakfast. He was there before his brothers and clambered into his highchair without being asked. Deborah came over and locked the tray into place and effectively trapping him there. To Scott’s joy he was given toast for breakfast. After the episode with the baby food the previous evening he had been worried that would be his future, at least breakfast was safe. The toast was already buttered and cut up into small pieces. Scott didn’t hesitate to start eating even as a bib was lowered over his head and a bottle was placed on his tray. Halfway through breakfast Elliot and Huw came down along with Nick. They all sat down and started their own meals with barely a second look at Scott. Scott tried to ignore the sinking feeling that this had all grown so completely normalised that it wasn’t commented on. Even Elliott who seemed to delight in tormenting Scott had nothing to say as he buttered his toast and yawned. Scott finished his breakfast before the rest of the family and was left swinging his feet childishly in the air underneath the tray. By the time he was let down on to the floor he had dampened his nappy a little bit. Elliot and Huw were excitedly talking about the day out as the family went through to the living room and prepared to leave. Scott sat on an armchair and his step-father was soon walking over with his shoes. He sat back as the older man slipped the shoes on to his feet and tied up the laces. Scott stood up and Nick took his hand. Like a helpless toddler he was led out of the house and to the car. Whilst his two brothers climbed on to the backseat as usual Scott was lifted and placed in the toddler seat. His arms were pulled through the straps which were fastened and tightened until he was securely held in place. “Hey Scott, doesn’t Jimmy go to our church?” Elliot asked. He tried to sound innocent but his smile gave away the game, “I wonder if he’ll be at the picnic…” Scott felt his stomach drop just as the car pulled out of the driveway. He had completely forgotten about Jimmy. As the car pulled on to the main street for the short journey to the river Scott remembered the last time he had seen Jimmy. Scott’s best friend had visited him and seen just how bad Scott’s situation was. He had been decidedly unsupportive and said he was going to tell everyone. If he was at the picnic Scott would at the very least have a very awkward encounter in front of him. It was a hot day and the car soon became stuffy. Fortunately it was only a ten minute drive to the river. The car pulled up in the car park and in the distance, closer to the water’s edge, there was a large congregation of people. “Alright, stay near us till we get to the picnic.” Deborah said as the engine turned off and the doors opened. Scott was stuck where he was until Deborah came around to his side of the car. Instead of undoing the straps she reached down and pressed a hand against Scott’s shorts. She pursed her lips at the obvious warmth. She shook her head as if to say she didn’t expect anything else which Scott thought was a little unfair since it wasn’t like he had a choice. “It’s only a little damp…” Scott muttered quietly. “Yes, I think we can hold off on a change for now.” Deborah said as she removed the restraints. Scott was helped out of the car and he wobbled as he stood on the concrete of the car park. He swallowed hard as Deborah went to the boot of the car and pulled out a picnic basket and Scott’s diaper bag, Nick was already taken Scott’s brothers across to the group. Scott’s hand was taken by his mum and he was led towards the church gathering. He cringed at being led over in such a way and kept his eyes on the ground. “I want you to tell me if you need a change, alright?” Deborah said as she walked quickly to catch up with the rest of the family, “There’s going to be a lot going on and I won’t be able to keep an eye on you the whole time.” “OK.” Scott said quietly. The truth was that there was no way Scott was going to tell his mum he needed his nappy changed whilst so many people were around. He could only hope that he could keep himself clean and dry until they left. As they approached everyone Deborah let Scott’s hand drop. “Deborah, so wonderful to see you and your lovely family.” It was the vicar. He was walking over and hugged Deborah once he reached her. “It’s lovely to be here.” Deborah replied. “Come, you must hear Lucy’s idea for the bake sale next month.” The vicar pulled Deborah away leaving Scott alone on the edge of the picnickers. Scott could see the rest of his family setting up their large blanket and getting ready to enjoy the day. He was about to join them when he saw something that made his heart stop. He froze as he looked over the heads of everyone who was sitting down and talking. On the far side of the gathering Jimmy was stood up and staring at Scott. He wasn’t alone. Scott’s ex-best friend had around a dozen people with him. All people Scott recognised as his former schoolmates. As he stared in horror he felt a fresh burst of warmth heat up his nappy.

just a casual update. I'm still working on the chapter, but it's taking a while to finish, mainly because I'm obsessed with the Mass Effect trilogy, but just wanted to let everyone know that I'm not forgetting about this. Thanks for all reading!

Chapter 4: Confinement The inside of the bus smells like a nursery. The scent of baby powder is overpowering, followed closely by plastic, then rubber, with an underlying hint that someone has soiled themselves in the bus recently. Lily wrinkles her nose. She’s the only person on this particular bus, and she’s strapped into a car-seat like restraint. It’s not particularly uncomfortable, but the five-point harness buckle can only be released with a key, so she isn’t going anywhere. The CLASS Enforcement agents also provided her with clothing before loading her onto the bus. She's now dressed in a far-too-colorful pull-up with some stupid animal designs on it, some unflattering gray sweatpants, and a hideous yellow t-shirt that's about two sizes too big. The long bus ride out to the middle of nowhere has given her plenty of time to think. Bongo and Riceman had been working with CLASS since before Lily'd ever contacted them, specifically to report those who try to avoid or alter their Classification. So, her goose had been cooked from the moment she'd gone to them for help, not that that knowledge is of any use to her now. And, even if she hadn’t bumbled her way into a giant sting operation, Agent Beacham had been bluffing anyway--her ill-gotten status as a Neutral would have been nullified in any court proceedings, so even if she hadn’t given up Bongo and Riceman, she’d be in the exact same position. Lily's bladder twinges, pulling her out of her thoughts and she sighs. It isn’t urgent yet, but if road trips with Alex and Darren have taught her anything, it’s probably best to say something before it becomes an emergency. "I gotta pee." She says. She's sitting a few rows behind the bus driver so she knows he can hear her. "We'll be there soon. You can use your diaper if you can't hold it." The driver replies. "It's not a diaper!" Lily snaps, indignant and angry at the driver’s mislabeling of her underclothes. She’s aware that really, it doesn’t matter, since both pull-ups and diapers essentially serve the same function. But, that doesn’t stop her runaway temper from getting the better of her. Being sent to a Behavior Correction Facility is humiliating enough as it is… “It’s a pull-up!” Lily finishes, her face awash with angry tears. The driver, a matronly older woman with graying hair, laughs. “I’m sorry dear, my mistake. I didn’t realize you were such a big girl.” The patronization in her voice is palpable, and it only serves to make Lily angrier. “I’ll remind you to mind your attitude, little one. I’m authorized to spank you if you don’t behave, but I hope I don’t need to do that. You seem like such a sweet little girl.” “I’m not a little girl!” Lily’s anger reaches critical mass and she explodes. “I am a goddamned adult. I will serve my sentence, but I’m not going to be treated like some kind of fucking child while I’m here. This whole Classification system is fucking bullshit anyway. I don’t need this stupid pull-up, I don’t need to be in a fucking carseat, and I don’t need to go to some kind of kinder-jail for a bunch of pants-shitting freaks!” Lily slams her fists into the armrests of her seat in frustration. “Are you done?” Asks the driver, easing the bus over onto the shoulder and turning the hazards on. Her voice is calm, but it carries a dangerous edge. “I know you’re upset, Lilian,” she begins. “Don’t you fucking call me that! My. Fucking. Name. Is. Lily!” “That’s enough!” The driver snaps, putting the bus in ‘park’ and setting the parking brake. “I will not tolerate such disrespect, or such foul language from you young lady. I understand that you are upset about the situation you’re in, and anyone would be. You might even be scared, and that’s okay too. But, you will speak respectfully while you are at this facility, is that clear?” “Fuck you!” Lily spits. Somewhere, at the distant edges of her awareness, she realizes that she’s only making things worse for herself, but that does nothing to stop her from continuing to antagonize the bus driver. She’s so angry she can taste it, and her whole body trembles with the intensity of her rage. “I will not warn you again. Any further foul language or disrespect, and you’re going over my knee. I understand that you are unhappy, but you are in this situation because of your own actions. No one forced you to do the things that landed you on this bus, and hopefully some time at the BCF will help you to make better choices in the future. Now, I think you owe me an apology for speaking to me so disrespectfully. Once you do that, we can forget this ever happened, and focus on learning how to be better in the future.” “Oh, go fuck yourself.” Lily growls, folding her arms. She can’t help the triumphant smirk that follows her reply. “Alright. We’ll do this the hard way then.” The bus driver says calmly, and turns off the engine. Moving with purpose, she unlocks Lily’s restraints, and skillfully maneuvers the smaller woman over her knee as she sits down in an empty seat. “Last chance, Lily.” She warns as she takes Lily’s sweats and pull-up down in one efficient motion. Lily remains defiant to the end. No amount of spanking will make her willingly submit to being treated like a child. “Eat a dick, you hag.” she snarls. The first swat comes without any further warning, and it stings more than Lily had imagined it would. The blows come fast and furious after that, the woman’s hand is clearly practiced at this kind of discipline. Lily’s teeth sink into her lip as she fights back tears and an overwhelming urge to cry out. A coppery tang trickles over her tongue. Despite her best efforts, when the older woman intensifies her punishment, the crying becomes involuntary. Her legs kick wildly as she sobs, tears dripping onto the floor beneath her. It’s too much. Her stubborn defiance is extinguished, and all she wants is for this terrible ordeal to be over. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” Lily wails. “Please stop!” And the woman does, lifting Lily back to a standing position and tugging her pants and pull-up back into place. “What are you sorry for?” She asks. Lily can’t bear to look at her. She sniffles, her vision a smear of unfocused blobs, and looks at the ground. “I’m sorry for being disrespectful. And swearing.” “Thank you dear. Are you ready to behave now?” “Yes ma’am.” Lily mumbles, contrite, exhausted, and embarrassed beyond belief. “Good.” The driver says, and buckles Lily back into her seat before starting the engine and continuing on the journey. Lily just stares out the window at the passing landscape, tears rolling down her cheeks. ~CSR~ The Behavioral Correction Facility is not as terrifying as Lily had imagined it to be. It’s essentially a giant daycare center. She has her own little cubicle to sleep in, and it has a toilet, a sink, and a small desk. The bed has rails along the side to keep her from falling out, and there’s a nightlight built into the wall by the door. She’s been given a fancy touchscreen watch to wear that monitors her heart rate, breathing, and blood pressure as well as telling the time. It’s connected to the wireless network in the facility, so the staff will always be able to locate and monitor her. It’s fastened snugly to her wrist with a band that can only be removed with a special tool by the staff. It’s not uncomfortably tight or anything, but it’s definitely not coming off without help. It also keeps track of her schedule while she’s here. There are classes and seminars she needs to attend if she wants to be able to leave at the end of the three month term, as well as twice-a-week therapy sessions. All in all, it’s a lot less like jail than she’d anticipated, though admittedly she doesn’t have any experience with that either… Lily sighs and looks out the window, she’s currently waiting to see the therapist for her introductory visit. Since her bottom is still tender from her spanking--her cheeks heat up just thinking about it--she’s elected to stand by the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the play area outside. There’s a tall fence that encircles the entire facility, and according to the staff, it’s electrified. It doesn’t pack enough punch to seriously injure anyone, but if she were strong enough, she wouldn’t be climbing over it. There’s also a playground outside, and a field for playing sports, as well as a small nature track that encircles the inside of the fence. Lily takes a breath and sits down in the chair--the waiting area is empty except for her, and she doesn’t really know how long she’ll be waiting here. She sucks in a breath through her teeth when her butt makes contact with the cushion. Damn, that stings! Lily’s bladder throbs again, and she’s reminded that she still hasn’t used the bathroom. Partly out of distraction, since she’s been trying to learn the rules, and partly because she’s been too embarrassed to ask in front of other people, since she’d have had to interrupt the staff to do so. She still isn’t to the emergency crisis point, but she resolves to ask the next staff member to show her to the restroom. “Lily?” The door to the therapist’s office swings open, and a young woman with dark hair and striking green eyes stands in the doorway, looking expectantly at Lily. “Here,” Lily replies. She’s unwilling to put her bottom through any more abuse today if she can avoid it. “My name is Miss Bright. I’m the therapist here at Melonwood.” She pauses to consult her clipboard. “You’re here for your introductory session?” the woman says. Lily nods. “Yes ma’am.” Miss Bright smiles. “Such good manners! Come on in, and we can get started.” Lily is irritated to discover that part of her is actually happy about being praised, and she grits her teeth. “Um, Miss Bright, do you think I could use the restroom before we start?” “Oh, of course. I have one in my office. Just come with me and we’ll get you to the potty lickety-split.” Miss Bright holds out a hand expectantly. She’s taller than Lily, but then again, so are a lot of people. Pick your battles. Lily reminds herself, and reaches out to take Miss Bright’s hand. She’s led inside Miss Bright’s tastefully furnished office, to a small en-suite bathroom. “Can you go all by yourself, or do you need some help? I know it can be tricky sometimes.” Miss Bright says gently. “I can do it myself.” Lily says, rolling her eyes. “Okay. Let me know when you’re done, okay? I’ll come in and help you get cleaned up before we wash our hands, okay?” Lily blinks. “I can do that myself too, ma’am.” What the fuck? “I’m sure you can, honey, but it’s part of my job to make sure all the L-3s actually make it to the potty. Not every L-3 is ready to start using the potty and sometimes, little ones get embarrassed when they have an accident, and try to hide it. I have to check to make sure everyone is clean and dry so we don’t get any rashes.” Lily huffs. “Fine.” She tries to slam the door behind her, but it’s self-closing, and it shuts with an infuriatingly quiet click. She does her business, flushes, and washes her hands on autopilot before the door opens. “Lily?” Miss Bright says. “Do you remember what I said you were supposed to do?” Lily blinks. “I don’t need help to use the toilet.” She grits out, surprised that Miss Bright was being serious. “I didn’t ask if you needed help. I told you to do something. Do you remember what it was?” the therapist presses, in a tone that clearly means she expects an answer. “I was supposed to tell you when I was done…” Lily replies, remembering out loud. “That’s right. Now, did you forget? Or were you ignoring me?” Miss Bright’s voice is gentle, but firm. “I forgot.” Lily says honestly. “That’s okay. Just hold still for a second, okay?” Miss Bright says. Before Lily can react, Miss Bright is pulling her pants down to her ankles and slipping a finger inside the leg band of her pull-up. Seemingly satisfied, she turns Lily around by the shoulders, and tugs on the back waistband. “Hey!” Lily shouts, once she finds her voice again. “All clean and dry!” Miss Bright says cheerfully. “Good job! And I see someone was a little naughty earlier.” Lily frowns. “Fuck off.” she snaps, and gets a swat on the backside for her trouble. She winces. Her pull-up absorbs most of the impact, but it hurts a little nonetheless. “Lily! That kind of language is unacceptable. It is rude outside of this place, but it is against the rules here, and I will not tolerate it in my office. Do I make myself clear?” Lily grits her teeth. “Yes, Miss Bright. I’m sorry.” “Thank you little one. Apology accepted. Now, let’s go and have a little chat about why you’re here, and what we can do to avoid seeing you back here in the future.” Lily follows Miss Bright to the couch that’s littered with blankets and stuffies, across from a much more plain, undecorated one. “Feel free to cuddle one of the stuffies or blankets if you like,” Miss Bright says, sitting down on the undecorated couch. Lily sits down on the opposite couch, noticing that because of the way it’s designed, her feet don’t reach the ground. “No thanks.” She says, folding her hands in her lap. “Well, I’ve read your file, Lily. Why did you decide to take Chrysalis Blockers instead of reaching out for assistance from one of the many programs available for Littles?” “Because I don’t want to be a Little! I just want to live a normal life! I don’t want to be supervised all the time, I want to have my freedom and do what I want to do, when I want to do it.” Lily responds. “The fact that you are here tells me that you do need to be supervised, Lily. You may not like it, but you being a Little is not an optional thing. It’s going to happen whether you like it or not. The Chrysalis Blockers might help with you having accidents, but everything else will still happen. Your file says you had a bit of an outburst on the way here. Does that kind of thing happen often?” “No.” Lily lies. “It’s alright if it does. A lot of Little ones have some trouble keeping their temper.” “I don’t have trouble with my temper!” Lily snaps, louder than she means to, and then hangs her head. Miss Bright doesn’t say anything in response. Lily has already made her point for her.

Part 11 I couldn't run fast enough no matter how hard I tried, I could feel them all over me, constantly stinging every inch of my body. I couldn't see them, and they were silent, but I knew they were there. The flashes of pain radiated across my skin, but as quick as they began, they ended. The darkness enveloped me. I was there with her again. Molly was wearing the same yellow sun dress that Sarah wore, bright against her bare skin. Her complexion was darker, her beauty breathtaking. But she wasn't looking at me, and wouldn't no matter how much I tried to yell for her. She turned and walked away, and before I could find her, the dark found me. I could hear voices, they were far away but I could recognize the sources, or at least I thought I could. I tried to speak, but my body wouldn't respond to my mind. The voices were fading in and out, but incoherent when I could hear them. I felt like I was waking up from a deep, deep sleep but my body hadn't caught on yet. I tried to will myself awake, but my thoughts were my only response. I could hear a faint rhythmic sound now thumping loudly at my ears. I slowly began to regain sensation to my body and could feel that something wasn't right... something was off. I was laying down, but I was floating. I couldn't feel anything, there was no difference between my skin and the air, no perceptible barrier between my body and the world around me. I slowly felt my arms move under my command, but they too offered no identifying information. I slammed my eyes open and shut, I could feel my eyelids move across my eyes, but there was no light. As I regained consciousness, I continued to search for clues, but the rhythmic thumping was the only sensation I could grasp. I was floating in blackness. A faint light began to shine above me, it's blue hue nearly blinding me in the pitch blackness. I was finally getting control over my body again and tried to sit up. I felt my back make contact with the ground, the liquid I was floating in was only a few inches deep. I sat up and saw the shimmer of water immediately around me, then black walls. I was in a tank of water, a tank of some type but could see no way out. I slowly moved my legs around and watched as the shallow water washed across my skin. I looked down and saw that my body was my own, but that another chastity cage had been affixed at some point. I felt it with my right hand, my left still bracing my body in a sitting position, and felt a hardness absent in the previous chastity cages Steve had put me in. I couldn't feel the tab that was present before, this one smoother, smaller than before, and tighter. "Hello!" I called out. The echo of the tank was painful against my ears. I tried to stand, but the tank was only tall enough to allow me to kneel. I searched the walls of the tank for some handle of some type, something to free me from the capsule, but found nothing. "Help!" I cried again and pounded a fist against the hard ceiling. I jumped when I heard a whirling sound begin, the water around me receding toward my feet. After a few seconds, the water was gone and the noise stopped. A loud bang caused me to look behind me and I could see a fracture begin to form in the wall, then watched as the ceiling lifted, pivoting away from me. Light flooded my eyes, causing significant pain as the world came into view. The capsule was in a small room lit only by a single light, but the light was still blinding. "Welcome back." A voice whispered lightly from the other side of the capsule. I watched as Alice stepped around to the side of the capsule and extended her hand out to me. I grabbed it, and with her assistance, pulled myself into a standing position outside of the capsule. "What the hell is that?" I asked, nearly crying in fear. "It's a float tank. It's to help you relax. I thought having you come too in there would be like your rebirth into your new life." She said with a faint smile. "No, I've never been more afraid than waking up in there. I thought I died, Alice. I thought I was trapped." I said, now sobbing. "Oh, baby... don't worry, I was watching you the entire time. You were only awake for a few seconds before I opened the lid." She responded, seemingly indifferent to the trauma I had faced. "What did you do to me?" I asked, my voice broken from emotion. Alice sat in a small chair, then pulled me down to her lap and held my head against her shoulder. "Only what you agreed to, baby. Only what you agreed to." A door opened into the small room, I looked up to see Mark walk in with a concerned look on his face. "I told you not to put him in there until he came too, Alice. You scared him half to death." He said in a scolding tone, but Alice made no notice. I tried to regain my composure, but the fear and anger wouldn't subside. My mind couldn't cope with the emotions effectively, so I began to cry. I could feel Alice's hand rub my back, joined shortly thereafter by Mark's firmer hand. "You're not doing that again, Alice." Mark said, then turned to exit the room. After a moment, Alice moved me from her lap and into a standing position in front of her, examining me in my nakedness from head to toe. I wanted to collapse, I wanted to run. I did neither. "Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" I heard in a calm voice behind me. I quickly turned, nearly falling off balance in doing so, and saw Steve standing at the door. He walked toward me and embraced me tightly, my body then giving way, depending entirely on him to hold me up. I began to cry again. Steve lifted me effortless onto his hip like a child, then carried me from the small room. I winced as the chastity cage pressed firmly against his torso, causing the hard ring around the base of my scrotum to dig firmly into my inner thigh. Steve carried me down a short corridor into what appeared to be a lounge area, then sat me down on a cloth couch and took a seat next to me, pulling me tight to his body. I still hadn't regained my composure by that time, but began to calm down as my mind comprehended that I wasn't going to die trapped in that chamber. "What did they do to me?" I asked softly into Steve's chest. "Oh, baby... nothing bad. Let's talk about it later on, you need to get your strength back. Do you want to go home?" He responded gently. Home. That word gave me long pause. I didn't know what home was at this point. I didn't know what anything was at this point. Alice was correct in saying that emerging from that tank was like being reborn, and just like a new born, I had no clue about my life. I wasn't even sure how long I had been asleep. It could have been years for all I knew. Alice entered the room at that point and walked over to me, placing her hand on my shoulder. I felt a shudder move through my body, now remembering that she was the one that put me into the state I was in. I remembered the while liquid being pushed into my vein, then the world going black. I looked down at my arm and saw the puncture mark where the IV was. I also remembered what Molly had done and felt a wash of shame go over me. While it wasn't my choice, I had broken Steve's rule and had an orgasm. I tried to shake that from my head, there were many more things wrong than breaking a promise now. "What did you all do to me?" I asked again, this time louder and with more anger. I could feel Steve tense up, pulling my body tighter against his, then releasing entirely. I sat up and looked at Alice, then Steve. Finally, I heard Alice begin to speak. "The way we had to remove your body hair can be quite painful, and there are very few medications that can remove the discomfort. We decided, for your own good, that you should be asleep during the process. Some of the emotion you're feeling right now is from the implanted hormone balancer, as your body regulates and learns its new normal, that'll calm down. The other changes are minor and only impact specific smooth muscle." She said, then sat down across from the couch. "Hormones? What do you mean smooth muscle?" I said, nearly mortified at her revelation. "All stuff that was outlined explicitly in the contract you signed, dear. It was spelled out in there what you were agreeing too." Alice said, now frustrated with my anger. "Surely you read the contract and asked any questions you had before you signed it." I fell silent. I didn't read the contract in its entirety. I never made it past the 4th page where it talked about the payout stipulations. There were dozens of pages after that, but none of it made any sense to me. I again turned my head into Steve's chest and cried. "You all are okay to go home, Steve. You might want to read the parts of the contract out loud, or you're going to have a few more surprises." She said, then exited the room. "Let's get going, baby. Are you okay to walk?" Steve asked gently. "I can't go like this, I'm..." I started. "Oh, of course. I have stuff for you here." He said quickly, then pulled a bag from next to the couch. Steve moved from the couch and knelt in front of me, then began to pull clothes from the blue duffel bag. He pulled a white, soft t-shirt over my head and straightened it down my torso. The arms were short, and there was very subtle texture in the cotton, this was no doubt a girls shirt. He then began to slide a pull-up up my legs, then lifted me gently from the couch and snugged the stretchy material over my hips and smoothed the seams over my skin. He followed this with baby blue sweatpants, socks, and slippers, then wrapped me in a soft blanket before escorting me out of the lounge. I kept my gaze down as we walked through a corridor I recognized to be the same I led through by Alice at some point in the past. I glanced up to see 'OLS' boldly advertised behind the vacant receptionist desk. We exited the mirrored door into cold darkness. I could see the complex lit up by yellowed sodium bulbs, a soft snow dancing in the downcast light. Steve's black SUV was idling nearby, I was ushered carefully into the passenger seat, then Steve strapped me in and circled the car to take his place in the drives seat. "I'm sorry you had to wake up that way, she shouldn't have done that." He said as soon as he moved the gear selector into drive and pulled away from the door. I didn't say anything, just watched the trailers pass by in a neat row, then watched as he pulled out onto the main highway and joined the East bound traffic. "I didn't read it." I said apologetically after a moment of silence. "Yeah, I didn't know you hadn't. I thought Mark talked you through it." He responded. "He sort of did, but he only asked me if I had any questions and if I understood it. I guess I was either too excited, or too scared to read it all the way through." I admitted. "I don't need to be a lawyer to tell you how bad that is, baby." Steve said coldly. We drove through the night, the snow increasing significantly as we neared his house. I stared off into the distance, watching the snow move effortlessly around the car as we disrupted its path. Finally, we passed through the gatehouse and, a short moment later, parked in the circular driveway. "Well, welcome home." Steve said with a smile, exiting the car to circle and open my door. We carefully made our way up the steps and into the warm house, relieved to be out of the cold even for such a short period of time. "I think it'd be best for you to get to bed, we can talk more in the morning." Steve said, but left no room for discussion on the matter. I was escorted to down the hall to an unused guest room, and assisted into the bed. No sooner than my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. It took me a moment to come to my senses when I noticed the light sparkling on the wall opposite the bed. The sun had started to rise and was casting some reflections off of the lake. The curtain, mainly decorative, did little to stop it. I stretched satisfyingly, then ran my hands down my body. I paused at my torso and moved the shirt up and marveled at how smooth my skin was now. While I had very little hair to start with, even after shaving, I could always tell there was some slight stubble there, but it was entirely gone. It felt like I was caressing Sarah's skin, not my own. I continued to explore the softness as the realization that I would never have body hair again set in, causing some sadness to surface. I slid my hand into the pull-up and felt at the chastity cage, then pulled the covers up to confirm with no surprise that it too, was pink. It didn't have the same look as the others, it was significantly shorter with no appreciable shaft on it. I couldn't see the locking mechanism on it, everything was smooth to the touch, it was almost as if it had been built around me. I rolled to my side and stepped from the bed, careful to allow my body time to orient itself to being upright and unsupported, then crossed the room and opened the door. I didn't hear Steve in the kitchen, and all of the lights were still off. I contemplated going back to the bed, but decided to go into the master bedroom instead. I could hear Steve's breathing on the side of the bed closest to the door, so I carefully circled and entered the bed beside him, then closed my eyes and dozed off for a while longer. I was reawaken by Steve's hand caressing lightly at my cheek. He had rolled over and was now watching me wake up. I gave a small smile, then stretched. He smiled back and lightly tickled at my ribcage as I yawned and stretched my arms over my head. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He said quietly after a moment. I could feel myself blush intensely, I had never been called beautiful in such an intimate way. "How are you feeling?" He asked after a moment. "Weird, I guess. I don't know. It doesn't feel like me." I responded after considering for a moment. "How so?" "Well, this doesn't feel like my skin, for starters. And I feel kind of different, but I can't really describe how." I answered, unsure of how I could elaborate on something I couldn't explain to myself. “You know, I bet you get used to it soon.” He said in a reassuring voice, but accomplished no reassurance with saying it. “I’ll go make some breakfast, if you’re feeling up for it.” I smiled at the thought of the kind gesture, but felt no appetite at all. I didn’t stop him though. I sat in silence for a moment before moving from the bed and following him into the kitchen hopeful for a cup of coffee. Without disappointment, he thrust one into my hands no sooner than I entered. “So I know I should have read it, but what else happened? I feel funny and I don’t know why or how, but I feel... off.” I said, my eyes pleading for some understanding. “Well, exactly what we told you yesterday. All of the hair follicles below your eyebrows were put into a dormant state using laser hair removal, so it’s doubtful that any of it will grow back. There was a very tiny implant to help balance some of your hormones, to decrease your testosterone just a bit, and increase some other hormones that’ll make your skin softer and soften some of your features...” He started. “What?!” I yelled as he discussed the hormones. “What do you mean? That’s not temporary! I didn’t agree to that!” I screamed as tears began streaming down my face. “You did, sweetie. You did. And it is temporary. We can take the hormone implant out and your body will go back to what it was. You need to stop worrying.” He said cooly, then became rather dismissive at my shock. “This is too much.” I quietly said as I sank down into a dining room chair. I noticed my reflection in the large window overlooking the lake and could see that my hair had been messed with as well. The reflection looking back at me was far from the person I thought I was. Steve moved my coffee from the counter to the table in front of me and took a seat at the end of the table and sat quietly, waiting for me to continue my verbal barrage on him. I didn’t though, I didn’t have the strength to yell and I knew it wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Instead, I lowered my head and cried for a moment. I mourned for the man I was and tried to rationalize with whatever I had become. “So, are you just trying to turn me into a girl?” I finally asked between sobs. “No, baby. If I wanted a girl, I would have a girl. I want you. I’ve just got a thing for femanine boys and you make a perfect one.” He said with little emotion in his voice, seemingly unaware that the transformation into this wasn’t as easy on me as it was on him, and that his fetish was my life now and not so easy to just flip back. “I just wish you would have...” I started. “I did.” He replied quickly with some anger in his voice. “Nothing about this should have been a surprise to you. If you want to quit now, that’s your choice. Nobody is holding you here against your will. You’re free to leave whenever you want.” I sat in silence as he stood from the table and walked out of the kitchen into his bedroom. I didn’t hear anything for a few minutes, then reflected on what he had said. I was free to go. I could stop at any time. I’d lose out on all of the money though, so I’d end up a hairless girly boy forever and have nothing to show for it. I tried to shake that thought from my head... I wasn’t here for the money, was I? Was I? I collected my thoughts and decided to go continue the conversation with Steve and come to some understanding of what we were. I stood from the chair and noticed that the pull up was a bit bulkier than it had been when I sat down, but kept walking to the room. I entered and found Steve sitting in the chair he was sitting in the very first time I came to his house. I quietly slumped into the chair opposite and waited to see if he would say anything. He didn’t for a few minutes. The silence was painful. “I’m sorry...” I said quietly. “I should have read and understood. I guess it’s just coming so fast and its catching me off guard.” There was another long pause before he finally spoke. “Things are going to continue to change. You know that, right? This is just the beginning.” He said, still short of being sympathetic. I nodded my head faintly only half aware of what he was saying. “I need to know that you’re committed to this before it goes anywhere else. I’ve given you a few opportunities to back out and you’ve always given the green light, but this is the last time. If you want to keep this going, you need to stop trying to lead and learn to follow. You’re the submissive in this relationship. You do as I say. Do you understand that?” I was completely caught offguard by the force in his voice and was reminded of the Steve not so long ago that towered above me in the midst of his sexual energy. I was afraid of the words he was saying, but the force in his voice made my heart race in an erotic way. I could feel the butterflies building in my stomach as his gaze pierced deeply into my soul. I could feel the spark reignite in me that he lit in me the first time. I nodded my head as I looked toward him, but avoided eye contact. “Say it.” He said forcefully. “Yes, daddy.” I said faintly. “No more whining. There are thousands of little sissy boys that would switch places with you in a heartbeat and they wouldn’t get the seven-figure payout at the end of it. So look at this as an opportunity and quit feeling sorry for yourself.” He responded sternly. I sat silent for a moment, somewhat in shock of the development of the last few minutes. I felt tiny now, and out of control of my own path. But what I couldn’t shake was how turned on I felt by it. I wanted to be mad, or cry, or leave but I knew I couldn’t. Partially because of the money, but also because I couldn’t disappoint him anymore. Steve extended his hand aross the gap between the chairs and held it out. I extended mine into his, dwarfed by the size difference, then felt his strong grip and pull as he tugged me from my chair to his lap. I sat on his lap facing him, my legs over his. He wiped a few stray tears from my eyes then grasped the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. All of my fear and anger began to melt away at that point. I pulled away after a moment, needing to catch my breath, and leaned into him for a hug. He rubbed lightly on my back and held me tight into his body. I closed my eyes and let the moment sink in as much as I could. After a moment, I felt Steve’s hand lower to the back of the pull up, then wrapped his hand under my butt and squeezed. “Somebody couldn’t make it to the potty, huh?” He said with a smirk audible in his voice. I leaned up surprised. I didn’t pee in the pull up. I haven’t had to go this morning yet, there must be some mistake with it, or something spilled on me. I sat straight up with a dumbfounded look on my face. “It’s okay, accidents happen.” He said smugly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He carried me to the bed effortlessly, laying me down at the foot of the bed and pulled the sweatpants down to my ankles. I looked down my body in disbelief as I saw the yellow tinted Ariel staring back up at me. “I didn’t do that.” I said in shock. “Well that’s weird then. Who broke in and peed in your pull up?” He said in a joking tone, but I didn’t smile. “Steve, I didn’t... what happened.” I pleaded. “Maybe it’s just the medications. It’s okay. I think it’s cute.” He said, taking absolute delight in my misery. He ripped the sides of the pull up off, then carried it to the bathroom and tossed it in the garbage. He then walked to the closet and unlocked the door before walking inside. I could hear him moving things around but paid little attention as I tried to come to terms with my body’s betrayel to decades of potty training. He came out with a handful of things, but tossed them on the floor at the foot of the bed before I could see them. I wasn’t prepared for the coolness of the babywipes as he expertly cleaned my groin and backside. Once finished, he tossed the wipes at his feet and pulled the socks off of mine. “I think I have the perfect outfit for your first real day as the new you.” He said with a big grin before pulling my upper body toward him, then yanking the shirt over my head. He stopped to examine me, now fully nude on the bed, completely open and vulnerable to him. Everytime I looked at him, he seemed taller or I felt smaller. I wasn’t sure at this point. Steve moved onto the bed, his powerful legs now on either side of my hips causing my body to sink far into the matterss from his concentrated weight. He leaned down and grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head with his hands, then locked them together with his left hand. He leaned in and gave me a powerful kiss, then moved down and began to kiss and suck on my neck. The sensations in my body were almost too much. The hair being removed made my skin insanely sensitive, and his tongue was hitting every spot perfectly. I tried to control my breathing but ended up nearly panting. He nibbled at my collarbone, causing me to moan loudly. I could feel his lips tighten into a smile at the sounds I was making, no matter how hard I tried to stifle them. I was putty in his hands. He moved quickly down to my right nipple and sucked it into his mouth, nibbling lightly as his tongue lapped against the sensitive skin, now fully erect. I could feel goosebumps all over my body, my nerves on fire in anticipation of his touch. He sucked hungerly at my nipple for what seemed an eternity before lifting his head up and looking at me in the eyes. “I can’t wait for these to puff up a little more. I bet I’ll be able to get you off from this alone.” He said, then dived to my left nipple to give it equal treatment. I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I was looking foward to it as well now. Steve spent a little while longer exploring my torso with his mouth, then almost as soon as he started, he stood back up. I wanted him to continue so bad, I had to dig my fingers into the matterss to keep from going insane. He looked me up and down again and smiled. He and I both knew that he had me where he wanted me now. Steve leaned down to floor at the foot of the bed and brought the bundle up and laid it by my left thigh. I could see plenty of pink and white and knew I’d be dressing up again today. ‘ I was looking at the ceiling fan above me, lost in the feelings I still had, when Steve lifted my butt off of the bed by my legs. This snapped my somewhat back to reality just enough to feel something slide under me before my body being laid back down on it. I lifed my head to look but couldn’t see much. I felt my stomach drop when Steve began to sprinkly baby powder on me, then pushed my legs apart as he brought what I now realized was a diaper up over my groin. I was in disbelief as he smoothed it out and taped it into place over me. “What is that?” I said in a state of shock. “For somebody who already had an accident today, I thought you’d realize it was a diaper.” He said smugly. I felt my entire body flush at the thought. I couldn’t believe my eyes as they looked down my hairless body. There was the bulk of a diaper where there shouldn’t be one. This wasn’t a pull up either, it was big. I could see the face of Baby Elmo, a big smile, and blocks in his hands. They were somewhat obscured by the large yellow tabs that Steve had affixed to hold it in place. “Steve, please. No. Please.” I pleaded. “They’re here just in case, baby. Keep them dry and we can talk about going back to pull ups, okay?” He responded. “Please, no. Please. I’ll do anything. Please don’t put me in a diaper. This is too much, Steve. Please.” I said now in a full sob. Steve paused for a split second then looked me in the eyes. “What’s your offer?” He asked playfully. I looked at him blankly, unsure of what he meant. “You said you’d do anything... what’s your offer.” He responded after a few seconds. “Please. Just... don’t.” I continued to cry without answering his question. Unsatisfied with my response, he carried on dressing me. He pulled me up as I sobbed and slid a pink and white shirt over my head and snaked it down my body, then began snapping it in place over the diaper. I could still see the bulkiness of it, but now it was encased in the cotton fabric of the onesie. Steve then pulled me into a standing position from at the end of the bed. I could feel the bulk push my thighs apart well beyond what the pull up had done. Steve then slid a jumper looking dress over my head and smoothed it out as it came to rest on my shoulders and draped to the middle of my thighs. I stood crying as Steve admired his work. “Please...” I wimpered again. “Please what?” He asked again. “Please don’t make me wear a real diaper.” I sobbed out. He looked at me in a way that told me his decision was final, that the diaper was staying. “Please. I’ll... if you let me take it off and I don’t have to wear one, I’ll... I’ll suck your dick. Please.” I couldn’t said in complete disbelief of the words that just exited my mouth. Steve paused at this and looked me hard in the eyes. He moved closer to me and used his hand to pull my chin up to meet his gaze and smiled a little. “You’re going to do that anyways.” He said, then kissed my forehead and backed away. “Now, if you don’t behave, we’re going out to breakfast with you like that. If you do behave, I’ll go finish making pancakes and we can stay here. With that, he turned and left me standing there dressed like a toddler on her first day of daycare.

You're very welcome Mikey!? Happy to help!☺️

Very kind of you, thanks!

I love very messy diapers, but like it to all stay in my diaper. I'll stay in my messy diaper as long as I possibly can. I'll sit on leak pads, just in case it does leak, but would rather everything stay inside my diaper.

Not a fix, but could you get a mat with a strong cord attached that you could throw down over the gap, wheel across it, pull the mat from behind you with the attached cord, throw it across the next gap, repeat until you get across? Not a solution by any means and the rail road needs to fix the problem, but until they eventually do, at least this might allow you to get where you need to go. I'd call the local news channels and have them come out and take video for the news broadcasts. Usually when media gets involved, especially when it's shown on TV, you get the problem addressed and fixed.

A huge donation from yours truly!????? ??☺️ I love supporting my second family! ❤️❤️❤️❤️?☺️????????????? You can always count on your friendly neighborhood Spider-Boy!?️?️?

I went Italian as it's the one food that no one delivers around here so I haven't had a good lasagna in a year and there's a good and cheap Italian place we like.

While I am missing them I am happy you are okay and furthering your education and bettering yourself

I know, I know. I want to get these out faster too. The main challenge right now is work and school. Yep, I’m taking online classes all summer. I’m aiming for 2 post a week but sometimes not even managing 1. Is much rather spend my time with Daphne and Mary, so I’ll do what I can.

@Ellie Jean I must tell you, with all due respect, that I have my MASK with me because of 2 REASONS: 1. It protects OTHERS from catching anything I have, and is a line of defense against those who are NOT vaccinated, either because of adverse REACTIONS to the covid shot, or because they choose NOT to be vaccinated. Case in point, one of my volunteers could NOT get her second shot, because she had a reaction to the FIRST Shot, so my staff and I wore masks for HER protection and our own. 2. I carry a MASK, because without it, I CANNOT BOARD Public Transportation vehicles: There is STILL a mandate that you wear masks on public transportation, and the bus company says that this has NOT changed. We also have to answer the "Covid-19 screening Questions" PRIOR to our trip(s) being approved, and we have to do that for EVERY Trip, so if I have to go somewhere on Friday, I have to call and be screened THURSDAY, and if I need to go somewhere on a Saturday, I have to call by NOON the day before. There are also businesses who ask people to mask in their establishments. Covid-19 is still around, and there was a report of the "delta variant" of the virus being in Vermont. It Never hurts to be cautious. You DO have the right to tell me that I am an "idiot" to wear a mask: However, I am NOT an idiot, and have conditions that make me more susceptible to catching viruses that can be transmitted. I spent from March 14, 2020 to August 2020 in MEDICALLY ORDERED QUARANTINE - This means EXACTLY what it says: I could NOT go anywhere without first checking with my doctor, and that also meant that the ONLY places I could go would be WALGREENS, The bank, to medical appointments, or to HIS office location. That's IT: He did that, because he has dealt with Covid, and knows that if I were to get that, I would be seriously compromised. I am asthmatic - Covid-19 is NOT a joke, and there are members here that have HAD Covid and told me stories about how bad it was. I didn't take chances, and even with the vaccinations, there are still people who may contract it, but I have heard that it is 95% effective at protection from covid and all the variants. Make No Mistake - Covid can KILL, but if you are UNABLE to get the shot, because of Reactions to it, or because you choose NOT to, that can place people at risk. Brian

3rd Rock From the Sun If that doesn't work, I live near the intersection of 2 state highways just south of a major river.

Thanks for the comments! 5 Adam expected the girls to all laugh at him when they saw his pajamas, he knew he looked ridiculous, but they didn’t seem to really care. Marisa and Katie were caught up in talking about school, prom, or other things that were on their minds. Queen Charity was nowhere to be found, which didn’t look like good news for Adam. She was probably planning something nefarious for all of them, him being the most likely victim. For the first time since the car he had found himself wanting his phone again. He searched around for Katie’s purse, the place where he last saw his phone. That’s when Marisa caught his eye. She was back in the kitchen after finally finishing her conversation with Katie about anything and everything. Adam needed to tell her about the underwear situation, about how ridiculous it was to try to make him wear panties. “Marisa, I’d like to talk about the underwear situation,” Adam said as he approached her. “Underwear situation?” She looked at him a little confused. “Yeah, the underwear situation,” Charity interrupted from behind Adam. “The underwear situation is that he’s not wearing any, and he wants everyone to know it. Adam, you sly dog.” Marisa looked mildly disgusted, she covered her mouth with her hand as she put her drink back down on the counter. “You mean to tell me that you’re rubbing your junk all over my childhood pajamas?” Adam didn’t know what to say, especially now that the entire room looked at him like he just kicked a cat. It was time to own it, time to assert himself and say something in his defense, but nothing came out. He muttered and sputtered, trying to find a legitimate reason not to wear childish underwear. “That’s why I threatened him with the diapers,” Charity added with a grin. He could’ve killed her at that moment, he really could. Adam turned on her with clenched fists, only to find that she’d completely changed her outfit. Her short shorts and a halter top were covered by a princess costume way too small for her. The skirt only came down mid thigh, she looked like she was some shimmering gladiator queen with long white gloves that went up to her elbows, shiny plastic costume jewelry that hung around her neck, around her wrists, pearl earrings accented her ears, and an oversized opal ring on her left index finger. So that’s what she was doing while she was gone. “You like it? I found it in the trunk in Adam’s room. There are tons more costumes that you haven’t told me about, Marisa. As your queen, I think it’s time we use them to play a game.” Marisa gulped down her drink, eyeing Charity from tiara to toes. Things were about to get more interesting now, an invisible electricity spread through the teens, the excitement of the unrestrained and the unknown. Everyone in the room could feel it, even the clueless slowpokes like Adam. “What took you so long, Chars?” Marisa asked after throwing the empty cup over her shoulder. "You disappeared for like thirty minutes.” “I just was in Adam’s room for like a second, what’s in your drink, girl? Hitting the sauce already?" Charity answered. "It doesn't matter, this queen is always on time because the party doesn't start until she shows up." “So what do you have in mind, Queen Charity?” Marisa mocked. “I do declare that some of us are dressed in such boring attire that I can’t possibly have a good time,” Charity spoke with a terrible posh accent. “I think a change of clothing is in order, for I am the queen, he is the cupcake, and you two are just plain boring.” Charity pointed at Katie with an authoritative white gloved finger. “This one cares too much about her grades, she’s all homework and no fun. You, my girl, will dress as a school girl. Let’s make that a naughty school girl.” This made Katie break out in a series of blushes and giggles. She took a long dive behind a nearby couch to hide. It didn’t look like she was planning on coming out either, especially after she pulled a quilt down from the couch and covered herself like a child hiding from a monster. It was partly pathetic, but endearing in its own way. Charity and Katie were so different from each other that Adam even wondered how they were friends. Dressing like a naughty school girl was a Charity thing, not a Katie thing. That was clear to him even before getting into the SUV. Marisa stood still in the kitchen with drink in hand as she waited for her friend to arbitrarily boss her around. “Now for you, my sweet dear. We both know that Adam isn’t the first boy you planned on bringing here. I think you should wear the costume that you bought for — you know who. Also, you have to wear the ears, too.” There were three emotions that went through Marisa at that moment. The first was anger, her face turned fire engine red and her eyes went wide, she had the same look as Adam did when Charity mentioned diapers. The second was regret, Marisa regretted telling Charity her secrets, it was as clear on her face as the anger — especially the secrets from her love life. Lastly, and more subtly, there was a hint of betrayal in the request. Adam knew Marisa enough to see through the anger and regret to see the betrayal. Marisa groaned, "I'm totally going to have to kill you, aren't I?" The queen ignored her friend and continued her glorious reign regardless of the interruption. “So it has been declared a sexy costume contest. Adam the walking, talking cupcake will be our judge. Loser has to pay a forfeit of MY creation, and I assure you that you’re going to want to win. You have ten minutes, go!” The girls shot off into the pink room, they took their costume contests seriously around here. Queen Charity ascended her throne, a leatherbound easy-chair that she dragged in front of the fireplace, centering herself in the middle of the room. Adam just twiddled his thumbs and tried to keep his hormones in check. Which was a full time job in itself. Countless visions of schoolgirl Katie and sexy dressed Marisa swam through his head. Adam looked around the room for some sort of distraction because his pajama pants were getting tighter and tighter. "A penny for your thoughts, Sir Knight?" Charity asked from her throne, loving her authoritative position more by the minute. Adam shrugged from his spot on the sofa. "I'm not thinking of anything, really. I'm just surprised how wild you guys get, did you just now come up with a sexy costume contest?" "You'd be surprised by the crazy stuff that goes through my mind, especially when I'm bored. You're lucky that you decided to wear those pj's. I had other plans for you, but you make such a cute cupcake. So don't think you're immune to the games we play this weekend, falling in the mud only spared you one potential forfeit." "Thank you, I guess," Adam mumbled. The queen beckoned him over to the throne with a single curled finger and a sinister grin. Adam's feet found a life of their own as he made his way to her, his head down in a bastardized mix of cowardice and reverence. She ran her gloves over his face, held him by the cheeks, and scratched the underside of his chin. Then she took both of her hands, placed them on the top of his head, and pushed him to his knees in front of her. The act was clearly sexually charged, and Adam just fell to the floor under her control. Charity asserted her dominance with slow and steady movements, she didn't need the crown or throne to make him bow. When she got her point across, she lifted his head by his chin, looked down into his brown eyes and deep into his submissive soul. "You can thank me later, I guess." He was still on his knees when Marisa and Katie collectively cleared their throats. Adam scrambled back over the couch, hastily covering his crotch with a square tasseled pillow. Adam tried to sit as naturally as he could, but it was hard. Before him stood the pair of costumed girls, and each one dressed as sexily as they could; well, as sexily as they could in ten minutes. Katie wore a short black skirt and a white button down shirt rolled up to show off her midriff, long black socks went up to her knees. Her hair tangled up into two quickly managed pig tails. She looked awkward as he felt, pulling her skirt down in a feeble attempt to bring some modesty to her ensemble. Katie didn't usually dress this way, but she looked great, especially great to Adam. Damn, those pajama pants felt too tight. He pressed the couch pillow further into himself in frustration. Then there was Marisa, dressed like a bunny. A playboy bunny. Her body was covered could have been described as an opaque black one piece, and there were fishnet stockings connected mid thigh by a garter belt. The skin from her breasts to her shoulders was bare, she let her hair hang loose and free. There were black velvet bunny ears atop her head like they belonged there. Marisa winked and shook her white fluffy bunny tail at him. Just who was she planning on wearing this for? This was something he'd expect to see at a wild sorority party, not on one of his friends. Were they friends? Adam felt their relationship change by the hour as the night went on. Marisa was attractive enough in normal clothes, and it was hard not to objectify her now. Especially since his mind took mental snapshots like a paparazzi, saving them for later use. He couldn't believe that they could go back to business as usual after seeing her like this. "So what will it be, my brave knight? A naughty school girl or a slutty bunny. Take your time, I like the way they look, too." He had almost forgotten that there was a game going on, and that he was the judge. That made things even harder, if that was possible. There was no way he would be going against Marisa, this was her lake house, and she was the one to invite him in the first place. That being said, Charity gave great advice, and he took his time leering at them like a horny barfly. It felt like minutes before he could open his mouth to talk. Adam cleared his throat. "Marisa." Marisa celebrated with some sort of rump shaking victory dance, bouncing her butt and making her cottontail flop up and down. She raised her hands in the air, snapping and clapping her way back into the kitchen, sliding her feet across the wood floor. "The slutty bunny wins!" Charity exclaimed to her invisible court. "Come hither, you naughty school girl, and prepare for your forfeit." "Of course he'd pick her, this is so stupid,” Katie grumbled. “I can't believe I agreed to doing this." The honor student had a dejected look about her, her shoulders slumped and her head hung low in defeat. Katie was so used to winning that losing had to be somewhat of a new feeling. Adam was used to losing, he knew exactly how it felt, and seeing Katie put through the ringer over his choice made him feel bad. He wanted to tell her that it was a difficult choice, rather more of a hard choice, but he couldn't find the words fast enough. Adam didn't like that this game made someone feel bad, and he knew he was guilty of something, he just couldn't quite pinpoint why he felt that way as he watched her take slow, sulky steps to Charity's throne. Charity held Katie by the shoulder blade, turning her to face Adam and Marisa. "An excellent contest, I'd say. However, the brave knight Cupcake has spoken, and we have a winner, also a loser who needs to pay the forfeit. I'm not a cruel queen, I'm a beautiful one that's always fun, always right, and always um.. capital. So the forfeit the slutty school girl must pay -- she gets to be spanked ten times by my knight. Alright, over his knee. Chop! Chop!" Katie screamed, “You wouldn’t dare!” The karate kid glared at Charity like she'd ask for her to stand on the ceiling, or for something equally outrageous. Words and emotions began pouring out of her mouth as Charity tried shushing her. “Charity, I swear that I —“ Katie foamed at the mouth. Adam protested, "I don't know if I'd want to —" "Sir Cupcake, which hand is your dominant?" Adam held up his right hand. At that moment, Charity spun Katie around and pushed her over his lap. Knocking away the modesty pillow that he was using to cover up, and replacing it with a flailing, kicking Katie, her short skirt already sliding up her thigh from her tantrum. He just sat there while she squirmed on his lap, he had no idea what to do. "What are you waiting for?" Charity continued sans British accent. “Smack her ass!" "You better not lay a finger on me you little perv!" Katie screamed at Adam. The room was a chaotic mix of laughter and anger, yelling and screaming — both adamantly telling Adam to take completely opposite actions. To spank or not to spank, that was the question. The room was wild, this game was crazy, and this night took a thousand different turns in every direction. Somehow, Adam was in the middle of this madness with a school girl over his lap, and he was expected to spank her. Jeremy would never have believed any of this would happen. Adam surely didn't when he got up from that cafeteria table as nothing but a bundle of nerves with a packed sock filled with condoms. "Are you going to do it or what?" Marisa yelled over the melee. "Are you going to keep playing the game, or are you going to quit? That goes for both of you. If you choose to play the game, you must pay the forfeit because that's what makes the games fun. If you don't want to be fun, don't play them at all. Do you two get that?" The pair on the couch didn't like getting scolded. Marisa wielded a motherly tone that came as a surprise to Adam. Well, it was her house after all, and maybe she was the one really in charge, not Charity. Her sharpness brought a standstill to the wild excitement, Katie stopped thrashing on his lap and Charity stood quietly over the pair, Adam just now noticing her foot held Katie in place, just waiting for him to start. "Ugh, I can feel his boner," Katie complained. Adam felt embarrassed, but he couldn't exactly cover himself up now that she was on his lap, he fought to push her off his erection but she wasn't budging — Charity’s foot saw to that. "That means that he likes you, Katie. You see, when a man loves a woman — yadda-yadda. Why isn't she getting spanked?" The nerves made his hand shake, his palm trembled as he raised it into the air. How hard was he supposed to hit her? And how was he supposed to judge how much it would hurt? Adam didn't know whether or not he was supposed to hurt her, this was all too new and confusing for him. Katie was also in a precarious position modesty-wise, her skirt was rising, but she had a pair of shorts underneath. It was still pretty scandalous to Adam. So he just brought his hand down onto her skirt covered butt with a soft thud. "Come on, hit her harder, make them count. Or we're spanking you," Charity threatened. Adam held his hand a little higher, and brought it down a little faster, his palm finding the skin just below where the skirt stopped. A satisfying pop sang out as he prepared to do it again. Smack, Slap, Smack his hand rained down on her butt, the movement felt natural and smooth after the first couple of smacks. Still, his heart thundered in his ears, his vision blurred, this was way crazier than he even dreamed this night would be. Something primal took over him as his hand kept raising higher and coming down faster. Katie writhed in his lap letting out soft groans, or moans, and her body tightening and flinching with every swing. After ten swats, Katie flew out of his lap, she was definitely keeping count. She brushed off butt, tried again to pull down her short skirt in vain, and turned on Queen Charity in animalistic rage. The blonde cheerleader knew not to put up any fight against the black belt, particularly when she looked that angry. Katie ripped the crown off her head in one swift motion. She held the plastic tiara in a clenched fist as she glared at everyone in the room. First at Charity who stood still awaiting rebuke, then at Marisa who'd at least stopped victory dancing, and finally at Adam who was still on the couch, wide-eyed and scared to death. "I should throw this in the lake!" Katie yelled. Which was unnerving because she was always so quiet. "But if I did, I wouldn't be queen. You are not going to believe what's in store for you tomorrow, I'm going to get so much revenge on you guys that you're going to wish you were never born. Oh, I'm going to spend the rest of the night coming up with ways to get back at you. Especially you, Cupcake!" She stared down Adam as she slid on the crown, he looked around the room wondering what he did wrong, or if that even mattered anymore. Long live the queen.

I spent another day diapered at school. I wet myself twice before lunch. I figured I better get changed before I sprung a leak. I showed up in the changing room, and just as I opened the door, someone pushed out of the room in a hurry. I spun around and looked. It was that girl from the mall. I wanted to chase after her, but the aide was calling my name. I went inside. It was odd having someone other than mom changing me. Hell, it was strange getting changed at all. Still, my mind drifted back to the girl. What was my fascination with her? Did I find her attractive? Did I just want her as a kindred spirit? Changed, I headed off to lunch. I scanned the cafeteria, looking for her without results. I settled down and ate. All the way home, I tried to figure out a strategy to find the girl. Perhaps I could hang out in or around the changing room, hoping to catch her there again. Maybe the changing aide would tell me who she was. My head was still working on the problem when I got home. Mom wanted to know if I needed a change, and I was a little wet, so I let her change me for the distraction more than anything else. “I see you still haven’t made a poopie,” she said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “What? Oh, um, no,” I stammered. “Well, I talked to the doctor. He gave me advice on something that will help.” I didn’t know what she was talking about, but I felt something pushed up my rear a second later. “What the f---,” I started and quickly recovered from saying the F word to my mother. “This will help. It says to try to hold it in for ten minutes.” She was doing up the diaper. “Let me know as soon as you go.” I decided not to put my trousers back on. I went over to the computer and webbed surf. I tried to keep my mind off of what was about to happen. After ten minutes, I felt a slight burn down there. I tried to ignore it, but the pressure soon grew unbearably. I stood up. I thought better about it and wanted to hold it, but it was too late. A sizeable amount escaped into the diaper. At first, I was relieved that the pressure subsided, but soon the space in the diaper was filled and the mess mushroomed all over my rear. A second wave hit, and more was deposited. Was this ever going to end? A third hit, and I finally felt like it was over. “Mom!” I cried. She soon returned and spread a pad on the bed. I tried to lie down on the bed gingerly but ended up sitting down in a pile of my own feces. What was the point of this? I positioned myself on the pad, closed my eyes, and tried to ignore what was about to happen. “Whew,” Mom said. “You shouldn’t hold it so long.” That was the truth. I felt her scraping large amounts of poop off my rear. Wipe after wipe went to my butt. She must have used an entire package of them when she was ready to put a clean diaper on me. “Are you sure I have to do this?” I asked. “Can’t I just poop in the toilet?” “No, dear. The doctor said the same thing as the school nurse. You need to be using the diaper.” Just great, I thought. I crossed off another day on the calendar toward when I could retake the toilet training exam—only twenty-seven more days of this. I found a bag on the counter with more diapers to take to the changing room at school, so I stuffed it under my arm and headed out the door. I got to the changing room and stowed them in the cubby they had assigned to me. As I went out the door, that entered. I wanted to catch her this time. I waited outside the door to give her some privacy if she was getting a change. A few minutes later, she emerged. “Hi,” was all I could think of saying. “Oh, hi,” she responded. “Can’t talk, gotta go.” She pushed past me and was gone. Was she actively avoiding me? Did she not like me? Shy? What was going on? Another day passed. I was getting into the swing of things. I’d force myself to poop in the morning and have Mom change me right away. The last thing I wanted to do is have to do that at school. I was keeping a low profile when wetting, but the smell of poop would undoubtedly give me away. I saw the girl again on the way into the building. I waved at her. She saw me and then spun away. What was it? That afternoon, Mom was waiting for me when I got home. She asked if I needed a change, and we headed up to my room. “I understand you’ve been bothering a girl at school,” she said. That took me back. Bothering? I just tried to talk to her. I told Mom that. “Well, her mother called. I think we better go over there and resolve the problems.” We drove over and went up to the door. The woman I had seen changing the girl that day at the mall greeted us. “Come in, come in,” she said. She seemed pleasant enough. “I know you probably didn’t think you were doing anything wrong,” she began. “But, Kim had a good reason not to want to talk to you. However, since I talked to your mother, I decided it was probably OK.” I didn’t understand what was going on. What good reason? The woman seemed to expect my confusion. “It’s probably easier if Kim explains it. She’s up in her room. First door, at the top of the stairs. Why don’t you go visit her?” I mounted the stairs and found the door. There was a little plaque with a unicorn and the name Kim on it, leaving no doubt. I knocked. The door swung open, and there she was. “Your mom says I should talk to you.” “Oh, hi. Come in and sit down, and I’ll tell you about it.” I entered, and she pointed at a beanbag chair on the floor. I plopped down on it, and she sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m Jason, by the way. I’m sorry if I bothered you, but ever since I saw you at the mall, I figured we had something in common.” “Kim, obviously,” she said, pointing a thumb at herself. “Yes, I remember you. It’s OK. I just thought I’d get into trouble if they caught me talking to you.” “In trouble?” “Let me tell you my story. A bit over a year ago, I was arrested for shoplifting. They put me on probation, and one of the conditions was that I wasn’t to hang around with my old friends or anybody else who was into illegal things.” “You thought I was a criminal?” “I didn’t know why you were in diapers. I thought it might be for the same reason I am. I didn’t want to risk it. My probation is almost up.” “Wait. The reason you are? I lost my toilet license because I had a bunch of accidents at school. What is your reason?” “I told you I’m on probation. They took away my toilet license as part of that. I’ve been using diapers for almost a year now.” “Wow,” I said aloud. “A year? I was bummed that I screwed up and have to wait a month to start training again.” She looked puzzled. “I stupidly took the permit test without studying. I’m waiting out thirty days to retest.” “Oops,” she said. “I’ve just started studying for the exam. I’ve been reading the potty training book over and over. I want to be ready as soon as my probation is over and my parents decide to let me start.” “You think they won’t give you permission?” “It’s a possibility. Dad threatened to keep me in diapers until I was old enough to move out, but I think that was an idle threat.” “Well, I’m going to nail it on the retest,” I said hopefully. “Mom already signed the application. I want to get the toilet training period started and done with and get back to normal.” “I hear you. Do you think you’ll have problems with potty training?” “I hope not. My accidents at school were just bad luck, I think. I’d not had any since I was toilet trained the first time. It’s a formality, I guess.” “I’m hoping I get control back quickly, but I don’t know.” “Get control back?” “I’ve been using diapers for a year. You get used to it after a while. I mean, you never get used to it, but you end up going without thinking about it.” My head swam. It hadn’t occurred to me that this would happen. I also became aware that I needed to pee. I tried to suppress it. We talked further, and the urge to go increased. She eventually realized my discomfort. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Um, I have to pee.” “Well, do it.” “I’m a little nervous doing it in front of you.” “Don’t be silly. I don’t care. I’m already pretty wet.” It took me a minute to relax enough to get started, but I finally got it going. Kim must have sensed my relief. “Feel better now? Good. Let’s go get changed.” We headed down to the living room, where our mothers were still chatting. “We need our diapers changed,” Kim said matter-of-factly. Kim’s mom stood, and then my mother. “You can sit and relax,” Kim’s mother said. “I’ll change them both.” Kim’s mother led us to a room. There were diapers on the shelf and a padded table. “Who wants to be first?” Kim answered that question by hopping up on the table. Her mother started the process and talking to me at the same time. “When we realized Kim was going to be in diapers for an extended period, my husband built this changing table.” “Looks very nice,” I said, trying to be polite. “I told your mother that he would be happy to make one for you.” “I’m hoping that I won’t be needing one much longer,” I said. “You never know.” With this, she was pulling Kim’s pants back in place. Kim hopped down, and I had no choice but to take her place. Again, it was odd having someone other than Mom change me. I had gotten used to the aide at school, but this was different. I also knew that I was becoming erect. She giggled. “I’ve not changed a boy’s diaper since Kim’s brother got toilet trained before she was born. At least you aren’t peeing on me in the process. I had to put a little teepee over his thing to avoid getting sprayed.” I got red with embarrassment. I closed my eyes and hoped things would be done soon.

As the title suggests, I find messy blowouts really cute~ The smear of escaped poo on the inner thigh; The brown mess on the lower back. It's all super hot and gives a real feel of how messy you are under your diaper. Would recommend, and don't change right away. Being messy is fun~ Anyone else share this sentiment?

I wasn't potty trained at all til I was 4 and I wore diapers to bed every night til I was 8. (Same with little sister by almost 4 years) Sometimes I also got diapered in the day. Sometimes for accidents (that weren't always really accidents hehe) and sometimes I just asked my mom to diaper me. Mom loved changing diapers and was generally happy to oblige. Mom always said we were still babies as long as we wore diapers even just part-time and since babies can't change their own diapers so she always did it for us ????

Here we go again! This story takes place in the same universe as Classified: A New Life, and if you haven't read that, you should read it first. This is a much less whimsical tale, but one that I hope fleshes out the universe a bit more, as well as being enjoyable to read. It covers some pretty dark stuff as the story goes along, so read at your own risk. Here we go, and please do tell me what you think! ##### Prologue: Starquake “Fuck!” Lily Bronsen snarls. She trembles with rage, wondering how the universe could possibly be so unfair. “What’s wrong?” One of her roommates, Alex, pokes her head out of the kitchen; her blonde hair is tied up in a bun. Alex is a Neutral, and does data-entry for the CLASS branch in their area. “Did you bang your shin on the coffee table again? I keep telling Darren to pick a spot for it.” “No.” Lily snaps, swiping angrily at her eyes and pushing her strawberry-blonde hair out of her face. “I got my results today.” Alex comes over to sit next to Lily on the couch. “What’d you get?” she wonders. “I’m a Little.” Lily says bitterly. “Did you not know that ahead of time or something? I mean...most people don’t suck their thumbs when they get stressed out. Not to mention what happened last week at Shue’s place.” “I was drunk, okay? It’s not like I piss myself regularly or anything.” Lily grumbles. “What about the week before that, at the movie theatre? Or at the concert? Or the theme park?” Alex continues, listing off other embarrassing incidents, as Lily refused to call them accidents. “Too much soda, drunk again, should have gone before we got in line.” Lily huffs. “You got a fucking point to make, ‘Lex?” She growls. “I think you know exactly what I’m saying. One is an anomaly, two is a coincidence, and three is a pattern. We’re at four in the last two weeks alone. I keep telling you to wear protection--it’s not like anyone will see it anyway. Besides, I’m not a Caregiver. I don’t mind helping you out or anything like that, but I shouldn’t have to carry around extra clothes for you either.” Lily blushes. She had been wearing protection on all those occasions. Pull-ups just didn’t work for the magnitude of incidents she’d had, and she’d ended up leaking. She pats down her pockets, looking for her cigarettes and finds them empty. Fucking Darren. “First of all, I didn’t ask you to do that for me. And secondly, what are you saying then?” Lily demands. Alex sets her jaw. “You’d better watch your attitude, Lil. I’ve had a shitty day at work, and I don’t need to deal with your tantrum on top of it.” she snaps. “I’m saying you should have seen this coming miles away. I’ll go and get the ELK, and we’ll figure something out.” Alex disappears for a moment, and then returns with the ELK and a small duffel bag in the same coloring. She opens the container, revealing four tablets, one each of green, yellow, purple, and a white one. Lily tastes each of the colored tablets in turn, mostly to placate Alex while she thinks about how to proceed. She absolutely refuses to become one of them, no matter what. She’s already managed to escape one hellish environment where her every move was decided for her, and she’s not about to go through that again. The yellow candy does taste pretty good though… “So, you’re an L-3.” Alex says. “At least potty training is an option for you, that’s at least something positive…” “How do you know that?” Lily wonders, smacking her lips at the taste of the candy. “That’s literally what the candy is for. The colored coating only tastes good if your biological markers match with that Classification, or something like that, I’m not familiar with the science of it. It’s just to prevent panic attacks over the news.” Alex explains. “You just gave me drugs?” Lily wonders. “It’s just an anti-anxiety thing. Don’t worry. There’s a pull-up in the bag, and I’d like you to put it on, just in case. You’re pretty worked up right now, and I don’t want to clean up any puddles.” Lily immediately stands up, offended and angry at the implication, even if it isn’t exactly off-base. “Oh, fuck you! Really, Lex? I’m not a goddamn baby, or a puppy or whatever, I’m not going to piss on the floor.” “Lily, you’re really trying my patience. I’m only trying to help you out. I might be a Neutral, but I’m this close to taking you over my knee, I swear. If you want to be treated like an adult, then act like it, and let’s have a civil discussion without all the cursing, okay?” “Try it and see what happens, Lex.” Lily snaps, and marches across the room to retrieve her shoes and jacket. “I’m going out. I gotta talk to Bongo and Riceman.” Lily says, double checking that her wallet has actual Coin in it, and not just her card. “Why? All Bongo’s going to do is try to sell you CHITs and fake IDs.” Lily nods. “Exactly.” She zips her coat, too aggressively and makes for the door. “Lily, what the hell are you doing? I know I’m not your Caregiver, but as your friend, this is probably the dumbest thing you’ve ever done. Those CHITs are really dangerous, not to mention illegal, and unless you plan on hacking the CLASS database to change your results, a fake ID is useless.” “You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.” Lily points out. “That’s what Riceman is for.” “Are you insane? You’re trying to prevent an inevitable biological process from happening with a drug that will at best, delay it, and at worst, kill you. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, you’re going to participate in cybercrime while you’re at it!” Alex’s voice gets progressively louder and she takes Lily by the arm. “Yep.” Lily replies flippantly. “I will not be a Little. Look, only like, three people have ever died from doing CHITs, and I’ll be careful. I refuse to end up as a pants-shitting crybaby who’s incapable of living a normal life. Better dead than useless.” she jerks her arm free of Alex’s grip “ I can handle myself.” She steps out into the hallway and slams the door in Alex’s face. ~CSR~ Bongo and Riceman’s apartment is surprisingly clean, Lily thinks. The furniture is old and well-used, but they take care of the things they have. She tries not to fidget as she sits across from Bongo at their kitchen table. Her bladder throbs, but not too urgently. She slides her pile of coin across the table to Bongo who counts it and nods, satisfied. “I’ve gotta go make your new ID and get the CHITS counted out. Be careful with that stuff, Lily, I mean it. Any more than one a day and you’re in for a real bad time.” Bongo say seriously, his dark eyes intense. “They’ll help with the incontinence part of things temporarily. Keeping your cool, and making smart decisions is on you. The Doctor could probably help with a more permanent solution, but he’s on sabbatical and not to be disturbed for anything. This is the best I’ve got.” Bongo says. “And some of the side effects can be pretty wicked, so like I said, one every day.” Lily nods again. “I get it.” She counts out another stack of Coin and passes it to Riceman. She’s just shelled out almost all of her savings, but if it keeps her from ending up in diapers, it’s worth it. “And I can alter some things in the CLASS systems without getting caught, but it’ll only be surface level.” Riceman explains as he scratches at his stubble, his round face serious. “Any kind of deep digging, and you’re fried. You’ll be able to buy booze and smokes, and get into clubs and shit. But buying a car or a gun or anything like that is a no-go. And, don’t get pulled over either.” “I can handle that.” Lily says, swallowing hard. “Is there anything else I should know before we do this?” Bongo stares at her. “Are you sure about this? There’s no reset button for this kind of thing. Once we do this, you’re stuck. You can live as a Neutral for the rest of your days, but if you fuck up at all, game over. And, we won’t be able to help you either, for obvious reasons.” “I understand. I’m sure.” Lily says, with a confidence she doesn’t actually feel. “Okay.” Bongo shares a glance with Riceman, and both of them stand. “Wait right here.” Riceman says. “We’ll be back shortly.” In another moment, they’re gone, leaving Lily alone with her thoughts at the table. What did I just do? Lily wonders.

Chapter 1 Disclaimer: this story starts pretty dark if you don't like it I suggest reading something else. Also this is sorta a sequel to my other story 'understanding' but it's not required. The connection is mostly that some characters from that story show up and I wanted to give them more character. I looked down at my phone. I'd just been sent the last text I'll ever receive. After all I wouldn't exactly be able to take my phone with me where I was going. The world had nothing left for me. I'd tried to make it work for years. All the medication and therapy did nothing to help. I knew some were willing to help me. What my co-worker had just sent was proof of that but it was of no use. Nobody really cared it was just what was expected. When I go nobody would mourn me and quite frankly the other side was better anyway. Of course there was the possibility I would just die and be stuck in nothingness but even that would be an improvement. I opened up the bottle of ethanol and chugged it down. Upon doing so I began to lose consciousness and the last thing I saw was the bright light I was expecting. POV: portal control officer at littlecare portals and adoption The room was deadly silent. We'd been watching this little on and off for a while and as predicted he was about to do something that made the noobies tear up but I had a job to do. "is the portal set up?" I asked to which the head portal technician said "yeah. Whenever you're ready we can get him over here" one of the doctors in the room said "we got the med team ready to save him when he comes through" I was relieved at that as the poor boy seemed miserable and as I expected he had opened up the bottle of ethanol he had. As he swallowed some I activated the portal. I looked over at the platform to see if he'd made it. Luckily he had and he was being taken to have the ethanol taken out of his system. After my shift was over I went to check on the littles we had saved that day. Today was one of the busiest in a while so there were quite a few. All were now sleeping peacefully in a crib waiting to be adopted. This is what made the job worth it. These littles needed love and thanks to me and my team they would have the chance to get it. Better here than in one of those countries that treat littles with abuse and pain. POV jack I woke up feeling fine for someone who just drank what was essentially poison. I looked around feeling exceptionally tired and saw I was surrounded by bars. Clearly I was in a large crib as were the others in the room. I soon felt the need to pee and fitting my infantile sleeping arrangements I had a diaper on. Some would probably try to avoid using it and ask to use the toilet but I just decided to go right then and there. Presumably someone would change it. With that out of the way I soon fell back to sleep. Soon afterwards I found myself awake again and this time it was certainly louder. Many in the cribs around me were panicking. Clearly they weren't expecting to wake up in a crib and since the light was now on I could see we were in what looked like a daycare. I had to admit it looked quite surreal. I could tell everyone here was an adult like I was or an older teenager at the very least but they were all dressed like babies. Unlike the others I decided to just stay calm. Surely they knew the situation would be explained soon enough. Almost as if hearing my thoughts a massive woman approached me "smells like someone left a present for nanny" she then carried me over to a changing table. It was definitely a surreal experience having my diaper changed as an adult but with the size difference it probably seemed normal. After that was done and I was in a fresh diaper that wasn't filled with shit and piss she said "how polite. Usually new babies are so fussy when they come here. I'm sure a nice mommy will come adopt you really soon. Now go play" she then put me down and I walked towards the large box of crayons and started to draw hoping the others would leave me alone. Unfortunately it didnt take long for those hopes to be dashed. One of the people who I assumed ended up here in a similar way to how I did said "hey you seem alright with this. Why's that? You into this shit or something?" I just continued with my terrible drawing until he walked away. Eventually others came over to draw but left me alone. I noticed they all seemed distraught. Understandable since like me they must've been teleported here maybe even after doing the same stuff I did. Luckily there was nothing in the room that could really hurt anyone so nobody tried to kill themselves to escape this infantile prison. Soon we were fed and put back into our cribs to nap. This repeated for a few days. A cycle of playing, eating, drinking and sleeping. Occasionally we'd get a new arrival and other times one of the nannies would take one or two of us out of the room presumably to be adopted . One even adopted three at once. Naturally I wasn't one of them. I wasn't shocked at that. Who in their right mind would want to adopt me. POV abby "Well here we are. Are you sure you're OK with getting a new baby brother" once again Ryan nodded and said "yes mommy. I've always wondered what having a brother is like" to which I responded "well just remember the portal littles here are hurt and need lots of love to feel better so don't get jealous. I'll love you both equally" I then heard Ryan put the pacifier in his mouth and start sucking on it while in the baby carrier. My precious baby boy was the best thing that had ever happened to me. When Ryan had asked me to adopt him while hanging out one day something just clicked. He was the most important person in the world and I would protect and love him forever. I remember being shocked when he asked me to adopt him. I was shallow and a bit of a ditz back then. However despite that I accepted. It was two months until graduation but I dropped everything to prepare my recently acquired house for looking after my soon to be baby boy. I still remember my mother's smug face when she saw that and her saying she was the same when she adopted my baby sister. All my plans were cancelled while I got the nursery set up and got all the toys and diapers he'd need. Even the rest of the cheer team knew what was up when like 2 others prior I'd cancelled all plans. I'd gone full mommy mode and I decided going with girls to get my hair and nails done or go to the bar to get laid was a waste of time and money. like many amazons I could never bear children making sex seem like a waste. I didn't completely stop caring about my appearance. I'm definitely healthy and not fat but everything is natural. Motherhood changes an amazon that's for sure. Makes us change our priorities from ourselves to our child. but I still had more love to give. Ryan was happy but I wanted to do something like my mother had and help a little who needed it. Ryan was never unhappy with his life but many are. When I talked to him about this he was supportive. Sometimes I wonder who the real baby is in this relationship as he seems more mature than me at times. He was even the one that suggested molly's company as we were friends and she'd happily get me a reservation to adopt any portal little I wanted. She'd even paid for the surgery that let me produce more milk so I could feed both. I still had to pay to replace some of my clothes as they didn't fit due to my now larger chest. Most of my casual clothes still fit though. So that's how I got here. Outside the portal little orphanage. Full of portal littles that couldn't handle life in their dimension. The thought of what they did to get sent here made me tear up. Yes plenty of dimensions had a portal where littles volunteered to come here to be cared for but this facility was for those who didn't. Those who tried to end their own lives. I internally prepared myself and walked in. When I got to the front desk I said to the receptionist "appointment for abby s stone"and she pointed me to the door on the left. As we walked down the corridor Ryan took out his pacifier and started a conversation that helped keep me calm "didn't know you had a middle name mommy. What does the s stand for?" to which I responded "Samantha" he then said in understanding "that's granny's name right?" I looked down at the adorable baby and said "that's right. You're such a clever boy" Soon after we arrived to the door that leads to the one way windows that overlooks the daycare/large nursery the littles are in. There was a fellow amazon close to my mother's age waiting for us. "nice to meet you miss. You're that friend of molly's I assume?" to which I said "yeah that's me" she smiled at that and said "alright come with me" she then opened the door and saw a few other amazons here for the same reason as me. I looked through each of the windows and while on the surface they were full of adorable littles I could see so much pain. Some looked positively miserable while others were better at hiding it and acted more like the babies they resembled but they were still clearly distraught. In the 3rd window there was one in particular that stood out and I knew he was the one I would adopt. He seemed so... Distant. He didn't even interact with any of the other littles. I wondered why but when I looked into his eyes I saw so much pain and most of all loneliness. Was he in the most pain? Did he need me the most? I didn't know. But I did know I could help him. Also while I never understood the trait until now many amazons are able to just know they love a little immediately. I used to scoff at that but now? I somehow immediately knew I loved this little. I told one of the employees my choice using the number on their shirt and we went into another room to discuss adoption. We went over the usual stuff. Background check, questions to see if I could handle two littles and my reason for adopting. Then we got to discussing that specific little. "he's certainly an oddball that one. It's only been a week and he's already accepted that he's a baby it seems." I was shocked at that. Most native littles took months or even years to realise that The decision to willingly be adopted was never taken lightly. Portal littles were notoriously unable to accept being a baby weeks or months after being adopted. I guessed my shock was visible because she then said "you think that's a shock? Here's the kicker. He has never resisted our treatment at any point. Never complained and just spends his time drawing alone." my jaw dropped at that "were littles babies in his dimension as well? I find it hard to believe that the change from adult to baby that suddenly would be easy especially considering... Well" I said not needing to finish that sentence. She knew more about the situation than I did. She sighed and said "yeah. It worries me. I know he's not happy. You don't chug down a bottle of ethanol expecting to survive but he didn't even react to still being alive. Please for his sake baby-proof the entire house" I responded by saying "don't worry. It's already impossible for a little to hurt themselves in my house beyond tripping on the carpet or something" she seemed relieved and put a piece of paper on the table and said "just sign here and an employee will bring him to you in adoption room 5" I didn't even hesitate to sign Jack POV I had lost track of time while I was in here. There were windows so I could roughly tell how many days it had been however we had to sleep 3 or 4 times a day. Days here are definitely longer than back home and trying to sleep only once a day would be impossible for me. Waking up in a diaper filled with shit and piss everytime was surprising to say the least. I guessed it was something to do with the juice they give us. Even the ones who didn't want to use their diapers due to being adults before had no choice. I didn't mind to be honest. I expected this when I woke up in nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt with a number on it. I thought it had been about a week and I once again saw one of the nannies coming in to take someone to be adopted. When I was the one picked up my shock was visible. She turned me around to face her and said "guess who's getting a new mommy? You are." she then started tickling me forcing me to laugh. I had to admit it felt good to be picked for adoption. It made me feel wanted so I continued to have small smile on my face as I was carried out. we went into a room marked 'adoption room 5' and I zoned out while the two amazons sorted out the adoption process. While they were doing that I noticed there was another little in the room strapped to a stroller. Unlike the other littles I'd seen he was content to just sit there sucking on a pacifier. I could see a bulge of a diaper underneath his blue romper so he was definitely in a similar situation to me. He briefly waved at me and I waved back just as the amazons were wrapping up. "here you go" the nanny said as she passed me to the unfamiliar amazon "hello Little guy I'm going to be your new mommy" she said to me in the type of voice every amazon seems to use to talk to people my size and that is predictably the way you'd talk to a baby. "alright little guy would you like to face me or face away?" she asked I was confused until I saw the carrier she was wearing that would put me right under her huge breasts that oddly enough didn't cause the expected reaction. Instead I could only think of them as milk dispensers as opposed to seeing them in a sexual light. 'Perhaps it's because of how I've been treated. Or has the milk they've been giving me been breast milk?' I thought to myself before saying "facing you mommy. It'll be like giving you a big hug" she awwww'd at that and obliged while I cringed at my ability to talk like a baby. She wants a baby so I knew I had to act like one to make this work or I'd end up back here waiting for someone else to adopt me. When she put me in the carrier I decided to wrap my arms as far around her as I could to hug her and she hugged me in turn. I had to admit I felt happy in that moment. Loved, protected and wanted. I could feel her moving but didn't fear falling. Somehow I knew I was safe as we went outside to her massive car. Soon I was out of the carrier and in an infants car seat next to who I guessed was my new brother who was in an identical seat. "ready to go boys?" she asked. "yes mommy" we both said and off we went to my new home. 'at least temporarily' I thought to myself sadly. ---- OK this took way longer to write than I expected. At the end of my first story I said another would come soon but finals are a bitch and I had to rewrite this because the first version was awful. Not to go into specifics but there is a reason jack is so calm about this situation and it's not meant to come off as lazy writing. It'll be revealed next chapter.

Someone mentioned a potty training permit in one of the other threads. That gave the idea for this story... I don’t recall going through the process of toilet training. I do remember afterward when I got my new government ID proclaiming that I was trained. My card allowed me to get into bathrooms unescorted. I felt so grown up. Other than that, I hadn’t given it much thought. I remember my brothers and sisters getting trained. First, they wore diapers and then training pants, and my parents would escort them into the bathrooms while they were training. Years passed. I was in my teens, and all of it was a distant memory when I had an accident at school. I don’t know what happened, but I pissed my pants. It probably wouldn’t have been a big deal, but someone noticed the stain and made enough of a scene that the teacher sent me to the nurse. The nurse called my mother, and she brought me dry clothes. I was mortified, but I soon forgot all about it. A month later, I was sitting in math class. A rumbling in my gut started. I realized that I wasn’t going to make it through the hour. I raised my hand. “Can I have a pass?” “Can it wait?” the teacher asked. “It’s an emergency.” The teacher nodded, and I hustled out of the room. It was getting dire. I squeezed my butt together as tight as possible as I walked toward the bathroom. I touched my ID card to the door to gain admittance. As the door unlocked, I pushed in and realized that although I was so close, I hadn’t made it. Liquid stool squirted out into my underpants. I got into the stall as a second wave hit. I got my pants down, and the rest went into the toilet. I surveyed my underpants. They were a mess. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and tried my best to clean them up and then myself, but it was hopeless. I did the best I could and pulled up my pants. I washed my hand but had no clue what to do. I headed to the nurse and explained what happened. She was very sympathetic and said she would call my mother for new pants. She suggested I get out of what I was wearing, and she would help me as soon as she finished on the phone. Sheepishly I got out of my soiled trousers and boxers and carefully set them aside. I stood there embarrassed, naked below the waist. The nurse returned and set some things down on the examining table. She patted the table, and I got up on it. She started wiping my rear end. More embarrassment, here I was, a sophomore in high school having my butt wiped. Then I got a shock. She slid something under me and then up between my legs. I soon realized I was being diapered. “A diaper?” I said incredulously. “You can’t be wearing underwear now,” she said. “I’m done. Your mom will be here soon with your pants. We can talk further then.” I sat there looking at the diaper. This was silly. It was just an accident. I heard my mother outside, and then she came into the room. She handed me a pair of trousers. “Underwear?” I asked. “No,” she said. I pulled the pants up over the diaper. The nurse entered. “Can I see your ID card?” she said. I handed it over, and she left the room for a minute and then returned and handed it back to me. I looked down at it. There was a hole punched into it. I looked confused, and the nurse must have noticed. “I had to punch out the T. in addition, your card has been recoded to remove toilet privileges.” “What?” “You are no longer allowed to use the toilet.” “What am I supposed to do now?” “If you have to go, use your diaper. If you need a change, come here. I have an assistant who usually handles changes.” Use the diaper? I had a million questions. The first one, I blurted out, “For how long?” “Until you go through toilet training again, and then you can take the test and get your privileges.” Toilet training? What did that mean? I was toilet trained. “Toilet training?” I asked out loud. “Yes, first you’ll need to get a toilet training permit, and then after a period of training, you can apply to take the test and get the T back on your ID, and it will open the bathrooms again.” “So, until then, I have to wear diapers to school?” “Until then, you have to wear diapers all the time. You won’t be able to unlock bathrooms anywhere with your ID, and even those that don’t require a card to enter will sound an alarm if you go in there.” I was stunned. Were they telling me that I couldn’t use the toilet? “How do I get trained?” “First, you have to go get a toilet training permit.”

Good Afternoon All: I have gone to work a few times using the commuter bus, when I would normally get Door to Door Service. The New Transit Center in Montpelier has one downfall: As you can see, there is a GAP on this crossing, and this is where 2 ADA landing pads have been placed. EVERY time I try to go over this crossing, My caster wheels on the front end will go sideways, and do a "T-Off" where both wheels go sideways, I end up trying to go across, the tires turn sideways (Facing east to west) and the tires get CAUGHT in the gap - so I am stuck there. Speaking to Montpelier VT Public Works, and the ADA Committee Rep, I found out that the GAP is like 2.5 inches wide here, and 3.25 inches wide on the other side of the street. This crossing is one that you MUST cross when leaving the Transit Center, or returning to it to pick up a bus to Barre, where I live. I was told that most tracks have "guides" that can be placed in the gaps to lessen them, so that tires wont get stuck, but that these tracks are new, and the guides were NOT installed, and I am wondering if that was an oversight: The City of Montpelier CAN'T do anything to correct the problem, and has to deal with the railroad people, who have to do the modifications to the crossing. WHY the heck didn't the FOOLS that built that crossing KNOW that these GAPS are traps for chairs, and also TOO BIG, when the darn things went IN: I don't wanna be "Dogmeat" on the railroad crossing, as these railroad tracks, as well as ALL Railroad Crossings are considered to be ACTIVE, and you are supposed to treat these as though a train can come down the tracks at any time, either Carrying Freight, or carrying Granite pieces from the Quarries in the Barre Area. I don't think I'd look very good if I was a flattened mess of flesh on the tracks: What would @Evelyn Dellcerro or @Transfusionelle say if I was a flattened piece of flesh? Geez - Hope that this can be CORRECTED QUICKLY - what the hell were the railroad people THINKING?? They were NOT, and this is the result - They are working on the problem, but I am not sure how long it would take to fix, but was told that they will be working on it. I don't wanna be Hamburger on that crossing EEEK Brian

Not applicable for me as I don't mess in public (although 35+ years ago I did a few times). I agree to use some of the cleaner parts of the diaper to get as much mess off of yourself as possible. I do that at home when changing out of a messy diaper, but at home I use the hand held shower attachment with multiple settings to power off most of it that's left, then a good soapy wash cloth to get all over and in all the cracks and crevasses. Usually after the shower I dress in regular underwear and don't re-diaper. Slathering my butt with baby oil, Vaseline or diaper rash ointment before putting on my diaper seems to help the clean up better as it doesn't seem the poo sticks as much to my skin.

@DailyDi@BabySpiderBoy THANK YOU!! Very Generous!! WOW!!! I looked at the meter, and saw that we were as far as we are, and said "Holy Mackrel" I also like to support my "second family" and when I am able, I donate to the cause, and each year, I add the "Baby Banker 202x" as it supports the site, and allows Mikey to be able to take care of his expenses. My expenses for website hosting and Email were increased today, as "Workspace Email" was replaced with Microsoft Outlook 365 on my primary domain (Buddy Dash Baker DOT US). I paid well over $200 so that I would have the domain .com for 2 years, but, gonna cost me an additional $28.88/yr for email on my domain, and for 12 YEARS, it has been FREE to have ONE email address and the associated mailboxes: I CANNED email on Dot Com, because it was $57/yr, and I didn't use it there, but for DOT US, That is my MAIN email. Can I STRANGLE Bill Gates and his successor now, or maybe we should make them have to deal with a wet or messy diaper hehehehehe Brian

As said, swim diapers are not for urinary problems but for helping contain a bowel movement. They may be more applicable for toddlers than adults as our bowel movements are quite a bit more substantial than a toddlers. If someone feels they need a swim diaper, I would think a reusable cloth one would be much better than trying to use a disposable made from cellulose fluff and SAP that will break down when wet in a pool or lake. They do make cloth reusable adult swim diapers.

Congrats, I only just started going back out in May after I got both my shots. It was nice to sit down and eat instead of getting it to go.

You raise some very good points, @Clothdiaperman. I think a lot of us come here, at least in part, to search for our origin stories - why we are what we are. I think that this line rings true, at least for me, in essence if not in precise detail: For me it wasn't cloth diapers (most of the time), and there was no medical diagnosis involved. I was just an accomplished and inveterate bedwetter. But I think the sentiment is the same - this was embarrassing, but also at the same time, became something that was comforting to me. I didn't have traumatic surgeries to endure, but I lost my dad when I was 9, and I ended up with a very controlling, ex-military, strict disciplinarian of a step father, and he thought someone my age wearing diapers to bed was ridiculous, and he figured that humiliation was the key to "curing" me of it. This is well said, and it demonstrates that you are the one in control of taking care of your needs, and you are living with and exploring this "interest" on your terms. For some of us, putting a diaper on for an afternoon or a weekend every couple of months is sufficient. For others, like myself, wearing 24/7 has brought fulfilment and satisfaction. Neither is the wrong prescription. If you wish you could wear every day, and you are miserable, and pining when you're not wearing, then, possibly, you are doing it wrong if you only wear infrequently. If wearing all the time causes discomfort or forces you to avoid social situations or certain family members, again, maybe you are doing it wrong (assuming you have a choice - of course, not all of us do). Per what I said above, this excerpt does raise a question - who are these people who would give you grief, and how would they know what you have on under your clothes? I don't know anything about your living arrangements and I have no right to question you, I'm just questioning the underlying philosophy. If you have caregivers or family members who would definitely have to know, and who would make your life difficult, then you have made the best decision for you, at this time, and Godspeed, sir. But if you want to wear under your clothes, but you're not doing so, the question I would pose - that only you can answer - is this: are you giving those people too much power? Or, are you overestimating their perceptive abilities? I struggled for a long time with wearing around close friends and family, worried that it might somehow "change everything", but, in the end, the only person who "needed", or at least, deserved, to know, was my wife. I am fortunate to have some very good friends and close family members that I spend a lot of time with, and, my plastic underwear hasn't become an issue in any way. They didn't know (or, presumably, care) about my underwear before, and they don't now. Although, that said, wearing cloth diapers discretely requires more skill than disposables. I have cloth diapers but I only wear them to bed here and there - when I'm out and about, it's pretty much always a plastic disposable. Anyway, thanks for your heartfelt testimonial.

Greensleeves was my late wife's favorite song, and I still can't play it on the piano without tearing up.

I don't want to rush you, and I think you have other stories and projects that might deserve your attention just as much. But I come here a few times every day in the hope that a new scene will appear from Mary and Daphne's life. I'm sure I'm not the only one. They are something to look forward to, especially during this still difficult pandemic.

I wasn't potty trained until I was 6. Unfortunately I wasn't a ABDL/Little back then.?? I'm just glad I got to be in diapers as long as I did.? I got to wear them again when I was 10 for bedwetting, although I wasn't REALLY a bedwetter. Hehehe!? Mom was just lazy and let me go pee-pee and poo-poo in my diaper, so I always gotta morning diaper change. Yay!? Unfortunately after the diaper changes I always had to go back to wearing big boy underwear.?? I always had my fair share of diaper punishments too when I was a kid.???

Wow! Your mommy is awesome!?? It's hard to find mommies that actually LOVE changing diapers. I'll bet those diaper changes felt REALLY good, especially with powder.? You were one lucky baby!??

Already ordered a case.

I’ll just make an update here to my previous reply to the thread. I found it more difficult to fall asleep without cuddling the cow. It still needs more stuffing, but too little is much better than none at all. I still want to get a stuffed skunk though.

Yep, they're great! They really complete the whole baby experience.??? If I was a real baby I would definitely have a Spider-Man pacifier.?❤️☺️

...I walk my two dogs two-three times per week at a local park. Have gone 20 times in the last three months and always diapered. Maybe a slightly bulgy and even IF someone may "notice", they won't say anything. Asking someone if they're wearing diapers is kinda like asking someone if they're wearing dentures. It's nobody's business but your own. I've talked to many people about the dogs for 20mins while in my diapers. Sometimes if people think you're wearing diapers, many may even feel sorry for you. They don't know if you have a medical problem or not.

- Introduce yourself - “M-my name ish AmewiMMMPPpphh!” Electricity courses through the little’s body. Her eyes twitch and roll beneath the black blindfold, her teeth chattering behind the pacifier used to keep her tongue from being bitten off during the shocks. Fingers frozen in shock and digging into the cold, metal chair’s arms. The little’s pained screams echo off the walls of empty room. Empty of course save for the little tied to a chair rigged with menacing devices. - Introduce yourself - “Ha… Ha… A-Amewia’s name ish Amewia…” The little goes rigid, fearing more torment. But nothing happens. Why didn’t I-I- mean Amelia listen… Amelia’s parents told Amelia not to attend high school on the mainland. Amelia could be back home right now. Living a peaceful life. No Amazons. No round the clock torment. What did Amelia do to deserve this…? Amelia had done her best. Graduating near the top of her class among littles and Amazons alike. Always on her best behavior. Not a single accident on her record. She should have been set. But a mere several hours after graduation she was nabbed off the streets. A long, black car began rolling alongside her. Two Amazons jumped out and dragged the screaming girl into the dark car with ease. Amelia had mentally prepared herself for this. She’d heard how Amazons molded littles into what they wanted. She’d seen for herself what Amazons could do to Littles. Seen the mindless, drooling littles being pushed along the sidewalk in strollers. But nothing she had heard could prepare her for what was going to happen. She was blindfolded, given a locking pacifier, tied up, and diapered in the car. After driving for an indeterminate amount of time, they stopped. She was carried into a building. The girl could hear nothing but footsteps and the dull hum of machines. The people that grabbed her remained absolutely silent. Amelia was afraid. Her heart thrummed frantically in her chest. She hyperventilated. Amelia was then tied to a chair. And that. And. That. Was when the ‘fun’ began. The few times her blindfold was removed was to expose her to a mild hypnosis. She didn’t know what it did, but she could tell it was slowly breaking her down. Occasionally a mushy food/liquid was funneled through her pacifier. The taste and consistency made her gag, but she could only swallow it down. While at first, she tried to hold her bladder and bowels in a feeble attempt to retain some control, she soon freely wet and messed her diapers. Changes were not frequent. And worst of all. The shocks. Randomly throughout the day and night, a robotic voice would ask her questions. It would ask her questions until she got them right. And when she got them wrong… She would be shocked. The shocks could last anywhere from 5 seconds to several minutes. All at varying pain thresholds. … The girl was unsure how long she’d been here. With her sleep cycle constantly disrupted by the robotic questioning the only thing she could keep track of was her feedings. If she was being fed twice a day, then she estimated she’d been trapped this way for over a month. Roughly 60 feedings. Whoever had grabbed her was sick and demented. They didn’t simply want obedient and mindless littles created through hypnosis and surgery. They wanted to break littles. Slowly. Painfully. Cruelly. Sickeningly. - What are you - Please stop. No more. “Amewia… i-ish… a baby? MMMMPPPHhh” - What are you – Just hypnotize me already. Kill me. “Hk… Amewia… i-ish…” “… Amewia… ish…. NOTHING…” Satisfied, the machine remains silent. Amelia sobs into her blindfold, her nose runs freely and drips down the back of her throat. Her diaper warms from a fresh wave of urine spurred on by the electrical stimulation. They’re going to brbrbreak Amelia. Sshe cannnot continue liike this. What can Ammelia do. How can Amelia essscccaaaaappppeeee…. The girl goes limp, her restraints holding her up. The reality of her situation finally catching up with her. No hope of freedom. No hope of escape. No hope of rescue. Her mind feels like it’s teetering on the edge of a deep chasm. Amelia is alone. Sorry Mom. Sorry Dad. Amelia gives up. Amelia… Will see you soon. Amelia bends her upper body forward as far the restraints allow and shoots back as quickly as possible, slamming the back of her head into the chair’s metal headrest. Again. And again. And again. And again. And. Again. The back of her head begins to feel sticky, and she starts losing strength and focus. Almost. There. Just. Keep. GOINGGGG. She forces herself on, doing her best to keep slamming her head against the now crimson metal. A door opens in the room, multiple footsteps flood the room in a mad dash. Amelia’s attempt at death is stopped as she’s grabbed by multiple sets of arms. NOOO LET AMELIA DIE! Despite the arms holding her down she continues attempting to finish the job, snarling and bucking. She feels a prick on her arm and sleep begins to quickly overtake her. With a last burst of energy, she howls out in agony and torment. “DAMN IT STOOOOP…!” ~~~ “STOOOOP…!” I jump a little in shock, looking towards Amelia’s room. It’s been several days since my arrival. Gale, Amelia, and I have been hanging around Amelia’s place. They’ve been teaching me more details about this world to be safe before we go out and do anything in public. The scream coming from Amelia’s room is a first, however. I run to her door, worried that someone has broken in. I try the knob and it’s unlocked. I fling the door open. “Amelia! What’s wrong, I heard-“ I stop mid-sentence. Confused by the scene before me. Amelia is sitting up in her bed, drenched in sweat and tangled up in her sheets. Her face is warped by sheer terror. She’s breathing rapidly and her chest is heaving beneath a light pajama shirt. Wrapped around her waist is a thick and objectively cute diaper with floral patterns. Even with my lack of knowledge about such things, it’s easy to tell that it’s soaked. I freeze. Amelia freezes. We lock eyes. Her look of terror disappears quickly and is replaced by embarrassment as her face flushes bright red. She quickly attempts to throw a blanket over herself. “G-Get out… DON’T LOOK!” “I’M SO SORRY!” I swiftly turn around and escape back to the couch, closing the door to her room behind me. I’ve seriously messed up, haven’t I? One change of clothes later, Amelia enters the living room and sits on one of the chairs. Neither of us are capable of looking at the other in the eye. “So… Uh…” “If it makes you feel any better you did look cute…” “That really didn’t help y’know?” “I’ll hold my tongue.” We sit in silence; Amelia has a conflicted look on her face but seems like she has something on her mind. I’ll push her a bit to see if she’ll continue. “I really am sorry, It’s just… I heard you scream and was worried that something happened. If you want to talk about it or anything I’ll listen.” “Well, the cat’s out of the bag now so Amelia might as well come clean. It was nearly five years ago when Amelia got grabbed off the street. They… They broke Amelia. Amelia even begged for death, and tried as well. But Amelia was saved by the LRS. The organization has helped a lot, only a few mental and physical scars remain. Amelia can only talk and think in third person, and Amelia’s nighttime continence isn’t coming back anytime soon. Nightmares have been infrequent as of late, but still sometimes Amelia thinks this life is a dream. That Amelia is still back there, trapped…” Poor Amelia. Beneath the hood, my face is trapped in grief for the poor girl. I sympathize with her situation. I know far too well how it feels to be used up and broken. But she’s a good person, and undeserving of such treatment. Unlike me. “I understand Amelia. Not the exact situation, but your feelings. I… I’m afraid of getting close to people. But if it’s to help someone as kind and amazing as you, then I’ll listen whenever you need to talk.” “Thank you, Witch, that makes me happy.” “There’s something I want to show you.” Inspired by Amelia’s courage to share, I lower my hood revealing my face and the tattoos carved on nearly every inch of available skin. Amelia winces, imagining the pain. “What are those tattoos, if you don’t mind Amelia asking?” “They’re an old language from my world. I did this to myself, all over my body, when I was at my lowest point. Carving my body up like this hurt, but I thought it would help me take control of my destiny, of my life. But things only got worse.” “I guess it’s Amelia’s turn to be sorry now huh?” I chuckle as I raise the hood back over my head, hiding my mistakes once again. “Heh, rather than being sorry, rely on me and Gale when you need to. We’re here for you.” “Hey, that goes for you too! Amelia and Gale haven’t known you for long, but we already consider you a friend!” Joy and fear blossom in my heart at this revelation. The happiness and peace of forming new connections, but the crushing weight of the inevitable. Swallowing my weak feelings, I force myself to my feet and reach a hand to Amelia to help her stand. “Well, we should probably get a move on ‘friend’. Gale’s probably waiting at the diner for us wondering if we’ve been grabbed.” ~~~ This is the first official outing since meeting Amelia and Gale. My late-night excursions notwithstanding. What the two ladies have taught me puts my first experiences here in a bit more perspective. The streets were mostly empty since it was typical weekday work hours. Those strange glasses I viewed were storefront TV’s playing hypnosis laden programming. Now however, I feel like I’m getting the full experience of this dimension. We’ve made our way past the labyrinth of back-alleys that hides the little’s only apartment complex and we’re on the main street. It’s a weekend so it’s very busy, much busier than even a capital city in my old world. Amazons pack the streets but among them, I see littles in various states. Nervous littles still holding onto their freedom, trying to look unappealing. Captured littles being carried or pushed around; some blushing and embarrassed, some altered by hypnosis, and even one or two that seem to be impartial if not enjoying the treatment. Amelia is sticking close to the walls, looking down and texting on her phone to avoid catching the gaze of anyone. Her hat is pulled down to hide her features. I’m following close behind, my outfit concealing me nicely but still kind of out of place. Uneventfully we end our 10-minute walk as Amelia stops before a sign, ‘Solstice’. The place is sandwiched between shops but holds an interesting aesthetic. The place is built of brick over the more common metal that I’ve seen so far, with a large and heavy looking dark wooden door. “This place is really, really good. Gale and Amelia come here all the time, and best of all littles are treated well here.” “Interesting, is that rare?” “Very, especially establishments run by Amazons.” Amelia pulls a smaller door handle below the larger, Amazon made one and the door seemingly opens with ease. We step inside to a candle-lit entrance. Standing close by is an older Amazon gentleman with steely grey eyes and white hair, wearing a tailored suit that wouldn’t be uncommon of butlers in my former dimension. He wears a carefully crafted neutral smile and gives off a certain aura. I’ve seen people like him before. He’s a dangerous man. “Hey old man Franz, is Gale here?” “Welcome Amelia and young miss. You have kept the fair lady waiting. Allow me to accompany you to her table.” “Thanks Franz, it’s great to see you again. Sorry that it’s been a while, as you can see we have someone new in town.” “It is always my pleasure. The two of you are my favorite and most valued customers. Especially since you both bring in so many new faces.” The two chuckle, their interaction seeming commonplace. It’s quite disorienting to see the menacing looking giant acting so amiable. Perhaps this Franz is just that kind of person. Making our way through the dark interior of the diner, Franz gets us to Gale’s table. She’s sipping a coffee with two more beverages set on the table. One next to her and one across. Wordlessly Franz presses a button on the booth and the seats with unclaimed coffees raise to comfortable levels for a little. “If I may, madam?” “Of course, Franz.” Franz carefully picks up Amelia and gently deposits her into the seat next to Gale. “If I may, madam?” “Um, alright. And thanks.” Franz quickly performs the same movements with surgical precision. A gentleman to his core. If I were a few thousand years younger my heart might start to throb. “A member of our staff will be with you shortly. If you need me just say the word, ladies.” He turns around and heads back to the entrance. Leaving us in the candlelit corner of this fine establishment. Gale has a look on her face, I decide to speak up. “So uh… Sorry about being late. You’re not upset, are you?” “Whaaaat, me upset. Nooooo…” Gale is clearly pouting. “Someone of your size shouldn’t be pouting, at least Amelia thinks so.” “Grrr… You’re paying for lunch.” “Fine, fine. Amelia guesses she deserves as much.” “Sorry to break up your old married couple routine, but what would you recommend?” “Since this place caters to Amazons and littles there’s a separate menu for each. I usually get a salad, a turkey club, the house chips, potato salad, coleslaw, and the pie of the day.” “I-isn’t that a lot!?” “Heh, these muscles take a lot of energy. My hunger will never be quenched!” Gale flexes her arms, annoying Amelia who ducks in fear of getting swatted. “If only some of that energy went to your chest.” Amelia snickers. A vein pops on Gale’s forehead. “I see someone is eager to pay for dinner as well, and I’m not holding back.” “N-no, Amelia’s wallet!!!” They start to laugh, and their infectious energy gets me laughing as well. Its been quite a long time since I’ve done this. Hanging out with people and having a good time. It warms me up. We calm back down, and they help me choose my order just in time for a young Amazon woman in a black dress to arrive with a clipboard to take our order. “Hello, I’m Heather. It looks like we got a couple of widdle cuties here. Is your mommy taking you out for lunch today?” “Excuse me?” Surprise and shock are obvious on Amelia’s face. This seems to be unusual treatment for this establishment. “Aw is somebody a little grumpy girl in need of a change?” The over eager waitress reaches down towards Amelia, likely to check her choice of underwear. Gale’s hand shoots past Amelia and grabs the waitresses’ arm like a vice. “You got some real guts to talk to my friends like that and try to touch them with me here. What did you get out of Franz’s training?” “What do you think you’re doing! I’ll have you kicked out for this kind of behavior!” “Hey Franz, get over here before I break this chick’s fucking arm.” Gale shouts out towards the front of the diner. In no time at all Franz is at the booth, the scene reflected in his eyes. Gale shoves the waitresses arm away. “What seems to be the problem here?” “One of your newbies here is getting a little handsy and overstepping her bounds with my friends.” “S-she attacked me, get her out of here!” Franz strokes his chin in thought, eyes narrowing in on Heather. “I am quite aware of the situation Heather. We have had several complaints about you from other patrons despite your short tenure here.” “I-it’s not what you think, I can explain-“ “Be silent.” Franz cuts her off, his words sharp as knives. It’s brief, but for a moment I notice his neutral smile transform into a demented sneer. He quickly covers it up again, but it’s clear he’s enjoying himself. Like a predator that has found its choice prey. “You work at my establishment; you follow my rules. Are we clear?” “Yes s-sir.” “You disregard my rules and treat my dear customers in a way unbefitting our image. It makes me, this restaurant, all of us, look like utter fools.” “Yes…” “You are going to be retrained. From the ground up. Go to Jess in the back, she will sort you out.” “I… Yes sir…” Heather escapes to the back, embarrassed and frightened over the interaction. I would be frightened too; he is certainly an imposing man. “My utmost apologies. As thanks for not breaking another of our… less trained… staff’s arms, your meals are on the house today.” “Hell yeah, you the man Franz. Amelia and Amelia’s wallet are ever grateful!” “You seemed to enjoy that interaction perhaps a bit too much, Franz.” I blurt out, my inner thoughts leaking. “Ha, you could say that newcomer. I am not like other Amazons. I was never one to enjoy bending littles to my will. I fought with and against too many during the war. I prefer to best those my own size with my own will. Challenges are oft too hard to find.” Truly an interesting man. How did Gale and Amelia meet someone like him? Franz writes down our orders and takes them to the back. Our conversation returns to normal. “How did the two of you find this place?” “To be honest, this place is one of the food joints recommended by our organization. Amelia and I have a list of the safest restaurants in town for littles to eat at. Solstice in particular was highly recommended. We hit it off with Franz and the rest is history.” Gale lowers her voice, not wanting to attract attention or let loose their secret in public. “Since the two of us have arrived here, Amelia hasn’t been poisoned once thanks to that list!” What a strange place, to be so worried about getting poisoned in your day-to-day life. In my old dimension you’d just have to worry about your ill prepared food not making you sick. ~~~ The little woke up. Asleep for days. A well-lit room. A nursery room. New sensations. New sights. New everything. New world. All unfamiliar. Scary. Wrong. The little cried out. Help. Help me. Someone, anyone? Please! Help me… [[Witch]]… But no one could hear the little. No one able to help could hear. And no one came. No one. ~~~ The food was amazing. Nothing I’ve had here so far compares and it’s obviously superior to what I ate in my world. I almost had tears streaming down my face as I ate my sandwich. As further thanks, Franz brought us a bottle of some fancy wine I couldn’t begin to pronounce. With my constitution I’m incapable of becoming drunk without constant and heavy drinking; even then, the feeling goes away quickly. Gale had 4 Amazon glasses but with how much she ate, I doubt she’s tipsy. Amelia though… She had around 6 little-sized glasses and was not taking it well. We spent the day eating, drinking, and enjoying our time together at Solstice. Franz even came back and had a drink with us. However, after demolishing two or three bottles we bid Franz adieu and made our way back to Amelia’s apartment. Not before seeing the now blushing waitress Heather, shuffling around with a noticeably different gait, and accompanying crinkling sounds. I think I understand what retraining means here. Gale carried the grumbling and drunk Amelia home, thrown over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She is truly a gentleman. “Can you be coherent for a minute and fork over your keys?” Gale shakes Amelia, attempting in vain to bring the girl to life. In reply she mumbles and points to her pocket. Gale digs around and pulls out a set of keys that look ridiculous in her large hands. She tosses them over to me since she’d have a hard time. I open the door and we shuffle in, Gale forced to hunch. She carries Amelia over to her room as I plop down on the couch. I hear more Amelia grumbling mixed with Gale’s voice. I also hear crinkling sounds, embarrassingly realizing that Gale must be helping Amelia with her ‘problem’. Gale backs out of Amelia’s room, moments later. Turning off the light and giving the girl a final gentle and loving look unlike any other I’ve seen her wear this past week. I’ve worn that look myself at certain points in my life. It’s obvious to me that despite their teasing they are very close. Truthfully, it makes me feel a little lonely and envious. She faces me again, appearing surprised to see me for a split second before realization dawns on her face. “Ah, sorry. Perhaps I had a bit too much to drink, I forgot you were here haha.” “Is Amelia aware of how you feel for her?” “…” Gale runs her hands through her hair sobering up at the question. She looks conflicted before continuing. “I don’t really understand how I feel myself.” “If I may, it’s my recommendation that you sort that out and tell her. Just so that… You don’t have any regrets.” “Hm, I didn’t expect to get such advice from Witch, the emotional brick wall herself.” “I know what I am. I do. I’m a coward who refuses to face her past.” “I… I didn’t mean it like that.” “It’s okay, I know you don’t. Amelia called me a friend today, it meant a lot. More than she knows. I’ve started to see the two of you in the same way. Despite myself. And I just can’t help but to meddle, after seeing that look on your face.” Gale makes her way over to the couch and sits next to me, the couch made for littles screams in metallic pain as it adjusts to unfamiliar mass. “Amelia texted me on the way over to Solstice. The reason you were late, she told you about her confinement. I was the one who saved her.” “She didn’t tell me that...” “She probably doesn’t know. She was out of it, half alive when I carried her out.” “…” “I was tasked with infiltrating and investigating a certain group. They were the ones that kidnapped her. They were suspected of excessive cruelty, and I was there to shine the light on it. My first day was the day Amelia attempted suicide. I heard her dying howls through the concrete wall. And I was one of the first to enter her room. The sounds she made still haunt me. If only I had arrived weeks or months sooner, stopped them sooner. Would Amelia have been driven to such extremes? Would Amelia suffer to this day as she does? I hate myself for not being there sooner.” “You did a good thing, Gale. You don’t have to finish this story…” I don’t want to hear any more. Right now, at this very moment. I see myself reflected in Gale. The tears and pain swelling in her eyes as she recalls the horror. I want to reject it. Reject myself. Throw it away. Get it out of my h e a d. “I need to finish. You are our friend. You live in this world. You are involved now. Please.” “I… Understand.” I don’t want to, but I do. Gale thanks me and takes a moment to compose herself. She looks back at me with focused, unflinching eyes. “I knew after that incident saving Amelia took priority. I’ve failed people before, and I wouldn’t let it happen again. Working under that group for another several months was hell, the things they did were sick and depraved. Finally, I had enough privileges that I could make my move. I grabbed what documents and footage I could on a drive, grabbed Amelia under the guise of moving her to a new location, and took her to an LRS affiliated hospital.” “…” “Amelia made a near full recovery. The one good thing about the way they tried breaking her, is that the hypnosis they used was minimal. Her speech mannerism and nighttime accidents are the only lingering remnants. She saw the work we did to help her, and wanted in. When I heard that, I requested to be partnered with her.” “Why?” “I don’t know myself… When I saw her for the first time, the sight was more than I could bear. I felt that I would do anything to save her. Perhaps this feeling was an attempt to atone for past mistakes. I don’t have the hormones or genetic whatever that makes Amazons go little crazy. But that feeling to protect her bound me instantly to her. We are connected, her and I.” “You feel responsible for the life you saved.” I’ve felt this many times before. “Yes but it’s complicated. The years we’ve spent together since has evolved our relationship. I take care of her; she takes care of me. I can’t imagine life without her now. She’s saved me just as much as I saved her. And I wouldn’t want to ruin anything by telling Amelia any of this. I see how she looks at Amazons after her traumatic experiences. I… I couldn’t stand her hating me. Anything but that.” “I don’t think she could hate you, even if you told her how you feel.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I’ll think on it and try to find the right words. But you have to promise to work on your feelings too, Witch. We notice how you keep us at arm’s length. You don’t have to be alone.” “I’ll try. I’ll try. Amelia said much of the same.” “That’s all we can ask, I suppose. Let’s cut it with the sappy shit here. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. And if you ever need to talk, I’m here. We both are.” “Sounds good and thank you.” Gale leans over and quickly grabs me in a huge, crushing hug. “Ack, t-this is n-nice but ghk I can h-hear my bones creakinggg!” “What’s that, I can’t hear you over this odd creaking sound?” Gale puts me back down with a laugh and exits the apartment, leaving me alone with my thoughts. There were some tough conversations today that brought about a little grief. But they were necessary evils. I see myself in these women and their struggles. The short lives they’ve lived have been harsh, but they’ve carved lives for themselves. Perhaps I can carve a life for myself here amongst them. I settle down on the couch and flip on the TV. Time for some more ‘research’ on yet another sleepless night. ~~~ It was a month after Amelia’s attempted suicide that she was strapped back to the chair. She was given a minimal amount of time to recover before being sent back. This time with sufficient padding on the chair to prevent another event. After another month of torment, Amelia had largely given up. She said what the machine wanted to hear. Wet and messed herself freely. Ate the food sludge. And got shocked. Again and again. When suddenly the door opened. Amelia suspected it was for another change, but she had been changed a short time ago and was only a little wet. She tensed up, hearing the footsteps draw closer. They stopped right before the girl. Amelia felt the restraints and her blindfold loosen, dropping to the floor. She blinked and cowered away, seeing light for the first time since her kidnapping. Amelia felt herself being gently grabbed and propped up against the Amazon’s body. Much different than the rough treatment she’d received all this time. She felt something drip onto her face. “I’m… I’m so, so sorry. I couldn’t save her, but you’re still here. I’m still here. I can save you…” For the first time in a long time Amelia felt safe and warm. Consciousness failed her and she blacked out. The stimulation and shocking feelings of safety proving too much for the weakened girl. The Amazon wiped her tears and put on a strict business face. She left the room, then the building. Arriving at her car, she deposited the battered little into a car seat. Gale drove away. Finalizing Amelia’s escape from her living hell. And hurtling the two towards their new lives. Together. Chapter 4: (Un)Certain Love _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ That would certainly be ideal! I hope [[Witch]] can make all the friends. Thanks! I hope this one was worth the wait! I know I said that the last chapter was a doozy to write, but this one was even longer... Perhaps I'm triggering flags by saying this... But I didn't want to break it up. And it was fun to write character interactions. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Part I: White Dwarves “In another moment, down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.” -Lewis Caroll (Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland) Chapter 1: Skirmish Lily rubs her thumb over the small plastic bag of pills in her pocket. She’s grateful for that, at least. They’ll be much easier to hide that way... Take one(1) caplet per 24 hour period, with food. Do Not mix with alcohol. Do Not combine with other medications. C.H.I.T. 250mg The words on the label are burned into her brain. She’s already taken one, chasing it down with a sub-par hot sandwich from the corner store. She sighs and tosses the wrapper into a nearby garbage can. Her hands are trembling and her stomach feels like it’s on fire, though whether that’s from the sandwich or the CHIT, she can’t tell. Chrysalis Hormone Inhibitor Tablets is what they’re called, apparently, there’s no reason for Bongo to have lied about that. Lily’s new ID card also works normally, the replacement pack of cigarettes in her jacket pocket is proof of that. Lily’s stomach twists, and she isn’t sure whether it’s from guilt, the CHIT, or the sandwich. Fuck me… Lily takes a deep breath and sits down on a bench outside her apartment building. She lights up a cigarette and takes a puff, finally relaxing. There aren’t very many people out and about today, she notes. The leaves have already begun falling from the trees, and the chill in the air is unpleasant rather than refreshing. She finishes her cigarette and puts the butt into the disposal receptacle by the door before taking the elevator up to her floor. Alex is going to be pissed at her, and Darren is probably home from work by now too, and she isn’t looking forward to dealing with either of them at the moment. She just wants to relax… On a hunch, she takes the bag out of her pocket and removes her left shoe. Checking to make sure no one is watching, she peels back the insole and stuffs the small bag under it before putting her shoe back on. It’ll be uncomfortable for a bit, but she can find a better hiding place for it later. Lily pauses outside the door to her apartment, takes a deep breath, and opens the door. Alex steps in front of her almost immediately. “Turn out your pockets.” she snaps. Lily snorts. “Uh, no.” She shrugs out of her jacket and hangs it up by the hook on the door. “I’d do it if I were you...” Darren says. He’s clearly just gotten back from work, and he still hasn’t taken off his shirt from the firehouse. He’s tall and muscular, with dark skin and neatly trimmed hair. Lily scoffs at him. “You too? You know, for Neutrals, you guys are awfully interested in my business.” “Just because I don’t have an innate desire to take care of you doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” Alex says softly. “It’s your life and you can do what you want with it, but I won’t have drugs in my apartment. Turn out your pockets.” Lily rolls her eyes and makes a show of turning all of her pockets inside out. “I only got the ID. Fucking hell, ‘Lex, get off my back.” “Fine. It’s still incredibly stupid. I’m not gonna ask you to stop swearing again, Lil, I mean it.” Alex growls, seizing Lily by the arm. Her grip isn’t firm enough to bruise, but it’s definitely painful. “Ow!” Lily squirms. “Okay, I’m sorry, jeez!” “I might be a Neutral, but if you think I’m going to tolerate you acting like a brat, you’ve got another thing coming. Being disrespectful and crass doesn’t make you look any more like an adult, and I will not have that kind of attitude or language directed at me in my own house.” Alex warns, her eyes narrowing. Lily smirks. “Technically, it’s an apartment, but whatever.” “Last warning, Lil. I will punish you if you keep this up, I promise you that. And if that doesn’t teach you to be respectful, you can find another place to live.” Alex’s voice is low and dangerous. “You’d really put me out on the street?” Lily wonders. She hadn’t thought that Alex would take things this far. “I mean it’s the nuclear option, but if it comes down to that, yes. You have a job, and with a forged classification you’ll be able to get your own place. I don’t want to do that, but I will.” Lily huffs, folding her arms and scowling. She hadn’t expected her decision to complicate things so quickly. “Fine. I’ll try to watch my language. Is there anything else that’s gonna land me in the naughty corner?” she sneers. Alex pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a long sigh. “Not really. Clean up after yourself, don’t be a brat and don’t bring any drugs into the apartment. That’s all I ask. Oh, and wear your diaper to bed.” “I don’t need-” Lily begins. “Yes, you do! I’m not asking you to like it, I’m telling you to do it. We all know what will happen if you don’t, so why don’t you prove that you’re willing to work with me by following the rules. Who do you think put the plastic cover on your bed anyway?” Angry tears spill down Lily’s cheeks. “That’s not fair! You know I can’t help it.” “Yeah, I do know that. That’s why I’m telling you to put on your diaper so you don’t have laundry to do in the middle of the night. That way, you can actually sleep. I’m not going to argue with you. Either you do it, or I will. I’m not gonna put up with you lugging your dirty laundry around at two AM and crying because you can’t take responsibility for yourself.” Lily sniffles, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. Her cheeks burn with shame and indignation. Alex has hit a particularly raw nerve with that comment, as bedwetting is something she’s struggled with her whole life. It’s a sensitive topic and Alex knows that; the only reason she’d say that is to hurt Lily’s feelings. “Wow.” Lily mutters. “You really are a bitch.” “That’s it!” Alex snarls. “Enough!” Darren booms, stepping between them. “You,” he says, looking at Alex. “Need to go calm down.” “See? Even Darren--” Lily begins, but Darren rounds on her next. “And you’re out of line. Go and stand in the corner.” Darren towers over Lily; he’s a foot taller than she is and outweighs her by about a hundred and thirty pounds, all of it muscle. He’s a Caregiver, that’s why he works as a firefighter. And even though he’s never expressed a desire to have a Little, he’s clearly on Alex’s side with this particular issue. “Are you gonna make me?” Lily challenges, drawing herself up to her full height. Darren just sighs and slings her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Yep.” he says, depositing her in the corner. “You know, for someone who doesn’t want to get kicked out, you have a funny way of showing it. Alex’s name is the one on the lease, so if she wants you gone, there’s nothing I can do to help you. I’d watch myself if I were you.” “You’re gonna let her spank me?” Lily says incredulously, turning around and stomping her foot. “I’m not gonna let her do anything. I don’t want a Little, but if I had one, and they behaved like you, I’d be a lot less patient than Alex has been. And, she’s right. Dropping the F-bomb every five seconds will get you nothing but rolled eyes and closed ears. Grow up.” Darren sighs and takes Lily by the shoulders, firmly turning her around to face the corner. “You can’t just put me in the corner like this! I’m not a child!” Lily protests. A few coarse words doesn’t justify being treated this way, and besides, she’d been provoked. Darren snorts. “Could’ve fooled me. A word of advice: if you want a place to sleep tonight, you might want to spend this time coming up with an apology. I’m gonna go shower. I’d stay put if I were you.” Lily bristles at that comment. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want!” “It’s your behind that’s in trouble. I don’t care what you do, I just wanted to separate you two before you tried to kill each other.” Darren replies, and leaves Lily to stew. ~CSR~ “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Alex wonders from somewhere behind Lily. Lily just seethes in silence. It’s bad enough that she’s been put in the corner like an errant child, but being expected to apologize is a step too far for her. Alex is the one who had escalated things; if anything Alex owes her an apology. “I’m not sorry.” Lily says. “You knew that comment about bedwetting would hurt me. Turnabout is fair play.” “I’m not sorry either. All I did was state the facts. You wet the bed, and you wear diapers to keep the sheets clean. You’re not very quiet when you get up to do laundry, and there are other people trying to sleep while you’re throwing yourself a pity-party. I’m not here to coddle you, Lily. I don’t care if me telling the truth hurts your feelings. You want to be a Neutral, then fine. Welcome to the real world, where we don’t sugar-coat things just because you’re sad.” Lily doesn’t even have a response to that. Alex is being so cruel to her, when all she’d wanted was to be left alone to live her own life. “I’ll put your diaper on for you if you won’t do it yourself. I have to be awake to be able to do my job well, and I won’t be if you’re waking me up all night long.” “Why are you being such a--why are you being so harsh?” Lily corrects herself. “I’m just being honest.” Alex answers. “You have no idea what it’s like to be a Little…” Lily points out. “You’re right.” Alex concedes. “I don’t. And neither do you, since you just went and decided that hacking the CLASS system was better than, oh, I don’t know, looking into the resources available to you to make life easier. You can’t have your cake and eat it too, Lily, either you’re an adult, or you’re not. You don’t get to just flip-flop when you don’t feel like dealing with life.” Lily just sniffles. “Are you gonna spank me now? Or have you put me in my place enough for one night?” “It’s not about putting you in your place.” Alex says. “You say you want to be an adult, but your actions tell me differently. I just want you to be aware of what’s expected of you if you’re really going to try and lie your way through life. Besides, you’re tiny and I’m still too angry to do it without actually hurting you. So no, I’m not going to spank you.” Lily lets out a breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “I’m going to bed.” Alex says. “There’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.” She turns away and heads for the door. The tension in the room is palpable. The air is electric, humming with spite and resignation. “Alex?” Lily says, swallowing her pride. She knows that she should apologize, but it just doesn’t seem fair. Still, she doesn’t want to let things fester between them like this… Alex’s shoulders slump forward. “What, Lily? I’m tired.” Lily sighs. If Alex is going to respond like that, then she’s not going to waste her breath on an apology. But, an olive branch of civility is better than nothing...“I just...goodnight.” she says finally. “Yeah.” Alex says in a tense voice. “Night.” And then, Lily is alone.

I love my teddies ☺️ Still at age 28 (2 - 3 year old little boy)

Carissa I had another weird dream. I was chatting with Tanya, pouring out my desire to see Scott in diapers. “But I don’t know how to convince Scott to wear diapers. I mean, it’s ridiculous, why would an adult man want to wear something like that?” “If the alternative is worse, he’ll do it.” Tanya said, and we looked up to see Scott staring at us as his urine streamed down his pant legs. I awoke to a wet bed, and shook Scott awake. “Scott, you wet the bed again.” “What?” He sat up, looked confused, and then the realization hit. “Shit. Sorry. I’ll get this cleaned up.” Once again, we showered, had breakfast together, and then went to work. Today, however, the urge to diaper Scott was much stronger, and I had less reason to oppose it. After all, whatever weirdness was going on with me, I couldn’t deny that Scott had been wetting the bed, and that certainly was a good reason to wear diapers. So, after work, I went to the drugstore and bought a pack of diapers. I picked the kind with the tabs instead of pull-ups. I told myself it was just because I was unsure of the appropriate size, and with the tabs I could adjust the size a bit more, but truth be told, I liked that they seemed more diaper-like, and would be more difficult for him to put on independently. I also picked up some wipes and diaper rash cream, just in case they were needed. That night, as we were getting ready for bed, I pulled out the diapers. “Scott, I think you should wear one of these.” I said. “Diapers?” He flushed bright red. “Look, Carissa, I’m sure it won’t happen again.” “Well, how about this?” I replied. “If you can have a dry diaper for seven days, you can stop wearing them.” “Deal.” Scott said. “In fact, let’s throw the diapers away when that happens.” “All right. Now, take off your boxers.” I ordered. A thrill of excitement went through me and settled down low as he obeyed. I could feel the tingle in my nethers. I’d never had a thing for diapers before, but now, it seemed like the hottest thing ever. Deciding to just stop thinking and go with it, I pushed him down on our bed and sat between his legs, lifting them up. I slid the diaper underneath, and then started sensually applying the cream. I used one of the wipes to catch the semen as he came, and then closed up the diaper over his fading erection. “Well, that was surprisingly hot.” Scott said breathlessly as I threw the wipe away and settled into bed beside him. “What can I say?” I smiled. “I like your penis. It’s sss - it’s pretty.” Small and cute, I’d almost said. While it was true Scott was on the smallish side, I knew he wouldn’t want me saying it. Guys never seemed to appreciate the appeal of a small penis, or believe that I actually liked the smaller ones better. Scott blushed. “My penis is pretty?” He asked, chuckling. “Well, thanks.” Scott That was probably the most confusing post-nut clarity I’d felt. I’d just had a handjob while being diapered, and came into a wipe. And now, I was wearing a diaper over my limp, exhausted penis. And Carissa’s words. I was pretty sure she’d been about to call my penis small, and I knew it was, though I hated to admit it. But instead, she’d called it pretty. It had never occurred to me to think of a penis as pretty, but I supposed if I found women’s bodies pretty, it’d make sense that she’d feel the same about men’s bodies. I did like the look of her pussy - maybe I should tell her it was pretty, too? In my dreams that night, I was masturbating Carissa, worshipping her pussy with my hands, making her feel great. When she was just about to come, I reached for my penis to enter her, but my hands met slick plastic. I looked down to see that I was wearing a diaper. I hesitated, unable to remember how to take it off and unsure if I should. What if I wet myself? And just as the thought occurred to me, I felt the diaper growing warm and damp. “Well, come on, pretty boy. You have a job to finish.” Carissa said, and I brought my hand back to her pussy. The next morning, I briefly thought that I’d finally stopped wetting the bed, but when I sat up, my diaper felt clammy and heavy, and I knew I’d soaked it. Carissa was picking her clothes as I got up. “I’m going to go shower.” I told her, and she looked at me, her eyes flicking down to my crotch. I looked down as well and blushed - the diaper was obviously swollen and slightly yellowish in the front. “Looks like it was a good idea for you to wear that.” She said, then smiled and set the clothes aside. “Come on, let’s shower together.” Showering together, naturally, turned into having shower sex. When we were finished, we emerged giggling and drying ourselves, both flushed with exertion and post-coital bliss. We got dressed together in our bedroom. As I was pulling my boxers on, Carissa started to say something, then stopped and shook her head. “Never mind. Let’s get dressed and ready to go.” As we headed off to get breakfast, I wondered what she’d been about to say.