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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.

I ate out, at a restaurant, around other people! First time in over a year.

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.

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 ????

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.”

I was cloth diapered as a disabled child. This was embarrassing, but also at the same time, became something that was comforting to me. I had been diagnosed with cerebral palsy. The cloth diapering became something that made me feel good when, I did not understand why I was operated on and scared. I develop the desire to wear cloth diapers and plastic pants in adulthood. I kept this desire quite. I was getting older and thought there was something wrong with the thoughts of me wanting to wear cloth diapers and plastic pants. I gave into the desires to wear cloth diapers and plastic pants. I started wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants at night and around the house in private. I went to therapy and learned that being a diaper lover happens. There was nothing wrong as long as, I did not bother others with the habit. i am learning to embrace and enjoy my being a cloth diaper lover. The habit still relieves anxiety that I have, it gives me a safe way to get sexual gratification, and makes me feel wonderful. I wear my favorite clothing now more than I ever did quietly. I want to wear diapers under my clothes, but I am coming to terms with there are those, who would give me grieve for wearing under my clothes. I have had mornings when, I have decided to wear diapers during the day because they felt good when i woke up and did not want to take them off. I do not wear around family. This would cause grieve and hard ship on my relationships for now. I use discretion with how, when, and where I wear my favorite articles of clothing. I hope this helps some of you who struggle with being a diaper lover.

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.

@DailyDi I have 3 places I frequent in the area. One is the local Subway, where I get some subs from time to time, and the second is called Simply Subs: This places SMALL sub is a 9" and their LARGE sub is an 18". I usually get either: Tuna Turkey Rib-a-cue Chicken Finger sub or Parmesean Cheeseburger Sub (1/4 pound burger) with the lettuce/tomato/cheese and mayo) They also do pizza and "soft serve" ice cream (We call them "Creemees" up here in New England) My third favorite place is called 2 Loco Guys, and this is a Burrito place that does burritos of all sorts, and they also do burrito "bowls", where they take a container and fill it with everything you ask them for - This is good if you don't want to have it in a tortilla. In Montpelier, where I work, I like a place called the "3 Penny Taproom" and my Buddy works there. This weekend, when we were having an outside sale, I took a break from the heat, and he PAID for whatever I want, so I had a Burger, and fries, and also 2 glasses of Ginger Ale: was HOT last weekend, so I apparently was dealing with an ASTHMA attack, and I could NOT stop coughing: I had to retreat to the basement, and stay there until it cooled off: I felt pretty good, because at the end, I was in "auto pilot" and counting money, and dealing with those functions I used to do 3 days a week: Felt GOOD to be able to help people, and we will do that again on the 18th and 19th - My Crew of volunteers is TOPS, and I could NOT do this job without them, and having a GOOD MEAL at a local eatery means that someday, we WILL be able to enjoy that again. @Evelyn Dellcerro tells me that in NYC, you can get anything, at any hour of the day or night - I have been taking rides to the local Walgreens, which is 4-5 blocks away from my building - it is nice to be able to take a nice stroll, and see all of those pretty works of art (Cats/Dogs/Cars/etc) that line the streets: If she ever travels to Vermont, she'll have an AWESOME time, as Vermont is known for its hospitality and FOLIAGE, SKIING, and Teddy Bears, and Maple SYRUP and CABOT Cheese @subhubby1968 I have been going out for a while now: I have just now started to not wear a mask if I am outside, or in a place where I feel comfortable removing it: I still have to wear a mask at work, if the people that I am around are NOT vaccinated, and when I am on Public Transit Buses, or when I am requested to wear one. The Pandemic really didn't stop me from getting food, but it DID make me over 200 pounds: Simply Subs and 2 Loco Guys have dine in, so I have been taking advantage of that when I can: This weekend was the first time since last MARCH that I was able to eat in a Montpelier VT eatery. I agree: It is nice to be able to SIT down, and eat a meal like that: with covid, we were all ordering food, and a LOT of places shut down, and some NEVER returned: I know that it has been hard on the businesses, especially when the only way to keep open was to find a way to SERVE the food as take out: In Vermont, Governor Scott signed an amendment to his Executive Order (State of Emergency) that made it LEGAL to sell alcohol as take out, which was NOT done before. A LOT of things we used to do had to be changed because of the Pandemic, and as my pastor says "We have to find NEW ways of doing things we used to do" Take Care, Brian

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.

And I also like having one because it's like getting a little revenge for my parents taking away my pacifier and baby bottle when I was a toddler.? Hehehe!??????❤️ *Like watch this mom!*???

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.

No question a pacifier can most definitely trigger a regression for me most times Plus it’s nice to have it going to sleep

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

“Noooooo!” Lynn’s cries of distress came out high pitched and quiet; a pathetic mumbling carried away by the wind. The well worn strap, all but threadbare, snapped off her shoulder tumbling onto the downtown sidewalk. That hadn’t been when she cried out though. That had only earned a well deserved curse of “Dang it!” It wasn’t ideal, but she could have just tied the two ends of the strap together with a box-knot, or carry the bag under one arm. The pathetic “Nooooo!” came out when she lifted the bag up off the pavement and the bottom dropped out. Diapers, wipes, plastic toys, board books, coloring and art supplies spilled out like salt through sieve. Her diaper bag was now officially useless. Lynn should have expected it considering how overloaded she tended to keep it and how much abuse had put upon it through the years. She did expect it, in fact. It’s just that the breakdown in her mind never explicitly happened in when it would be inconvenient. Thing about breakdowns is they weren’t breakdowns when they were convenient. This was possibly the worst time. Lynn had a job in just a little over an hour, Wal-Mart was on a completely different bus route, and she didn’t have enough money on her to buy a replacement bag besides. She was babysitting Bradley too. She NEEDED most everything in her bag to deal with Bradley; the kid had the energy of a sugared up ten year old, the body of a two year old, and the attention span of a six month old. She NEEDED to be prepared for Bradley. And now she was being a litter bug! She had a job in just a couple hours, too. What was she going to do? Looking up at the sky in a form of desperate prayer, Lynn saw the sign hanging from the old Not-Bank. “Lost Things Found” and “Grand Opening”. Huh. Another new store. It’d be lucky if it made it half-a-year in this spot by the corner, but maybe it was something she could take advantage of in the now. Maybe she could ask for a garbage bag or something to lug all her supplies in. A tacky garbage back was better than being unprepared, especially for Bradley. Her arms overfull with baby supplies, Lynn climbed the steps and walked through the open, heavy wooden door. It was dark inside. Pitch black. The only light was the one from outside. “Hello?” Lynn called out. Her voice didn’t echo back, but that was the only sign that the place wasn’t completely abandoned. CREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAK! Lynn felt no gust of wind, heard no footsteps behind her, heard no vacuum or rushing of air. All the same, the heavy door of the place slammed shut behind her. “EEEEEEEEP!” Her various supplies went clattering to the floor. Completely blind, Lynn went to dash to the door; to push it or pull it (which way had it been opened? Lynn hadn’t paid attention) and rush back out into the open air. In the stillness and darkness, the place seemed more like a tomb than a room. The girl hadn’t had the time to properly turn around and run screaming when she was struck blind yet again by the sudden flashing of lights from above. “Ahhh!” A deer in the headlights, Lynn froze, holding her hands up to her face and blinking away the pain as her pupils undilated themselves. “Terribly sorry about that,” a new voice said. A new voice, but not a young voice. Lynn turned back around to away from the door and into the shop. Standing in front of her was an elderly, wrinkled man, in a clean white button up shirt. He was bald on top of his head and was completely clean shaven but had patches of white hair wildly streaking out the sides and back, not unlike a certain politician. Very much unlike a particular democratic socialist, this old man hunched himself over a cane, and his glasses were so thick they made his eyes seem bigger than his mouth. The weather wasn’t nearly cold enough to merit the light brown, sweater jacket he had draped over his shoulders, but he stood there with a quiet shaking shiver all the same. “Still working on getting the lighting fixed,” the old fellow said. He was a grandpa of sorts, Lynn thought. Elfish, and good humored. She might be wrong, but her nose was picking up traces of caramel candy and she could swear it was coming from him. “You know how these old buildings can be.” “Y-y-yeah.” Lynn stuttered. She took a breath and collected herself. There was nothing to be afraid of here. “Yeah.” The old man smiled. His mouth was so jowelly and wrinkled, he looked like a kind of friendly dog when he did so. An old basset hound that had long ago finished hunting and was now content to curl up by the fireplace and softly wag its tail for a pat on the head. “So…” the elderly shopkeep said. “How can I help you, young lady? Is there something I can help you find?” Her shock over, Lynn remembered why she had stumbled in to begin with. “Yes, do you have a trash bag I could have?” The old man adjusted his glasses and looked around the chess patterned floor of the old building. “Trash bag?” he said. “I suppose so. But why?” “To pick up my-” Lynn stopped and looked to the floor herself. The bundle of diapers and baby toys and supplies that had gone smattering to the floor when she’d startled were now completely gone. Vanished from existence. “Oh…” That was odd. “I thought...it’s just. Never mind.” She turned around to go and open up the heavy wooden door back out onto the town square. “Thanks anyways, I guess.” “Maybe I can help you find something…?” The old man piped up just as she reached for the wrought iron handle. “This is a curio store. Something for everyone.” Lynn froze and turned around. “A curio store…?” She’d never heard the term before, but was too embarrassed to ask. The fellow was quick on the uptake. “I’m a collector of sorts. Many adventures. Many artifacts. Many strange discoveries.” He said, his voice gaining a kind of strength. “I’ve traveled the worlds, discovered many fascinating artifacts lost to the ages. And after I find them, I look to sell them.” Lynn stuck out her lip and thought. “So you’re a treasure hunter?” “Treasure hunter, explorer, antiquities dealer.” His blink was slow and his gaze friendly but fierce; like an owl in a children’s book. “I’ve got a little bit of everything here. Maybe one of those everythings can help you…” This was stupid, Lynn thought. No way would an antique store have a diaper bag. Even if it did, there was no chance he also had diapers or knick knacks for distracting bratty toddlers. No way. Still; maybe an old purse would work; she could at least prep for the future. Diaper bags were almost more expensive than purses in some instances. Worst he could say was ‘no’. “I was actually looking to replace my old diaper bag,” Lynn said. “It kind of broked.” The shopkeep adjusted his glasses again and peered at her. “A little old to still be needing diapers, ain’tcha?” Lynn’s face blushed deep crimson. She’d heard enough jokes whispered behind her back about wanting a baby. Lots of snickering about putting the cart before getting the horse. No one had ever gone the other way, before and suggested she might need the contents for herself. “Ha-ha-ha-ha!” The old man’s laughter was high pitched and cawing like a crow. “I’m just joshin’ ya, miss. I’m just joshin’. A bit of good natured ribbin’ is all.” On quickly shuffling feet he turned and started around the store. “Let’s see if we have anything in the baby section for ya.” ‘Store’ felt like a misnomer to Lynn as she followed behind the quick shuffling feet and the sure and steady cane. The inside of this place seemed more like a museum. Everything was in displays behind glass cases. More foreboding to Lynn was the fact that nothing had a price tag. Much of the items here had a feel of ‘if you have to ask you can’t afford it.’ “What’s an Aztec Chastity Fetish?” Lynn wondered aloud reading the plaque of one. It was a tiny little bauble that vaguely looked like a swaddled up infant. “Oh you won’t be wanting that,” the shopkeep laughed. “That one’s more trouble than it’s worth.” Taking out a ring of keys out of his pocket the shopkeep unlocked another case. “This though. This might be more your speed.” It was a plain looking grey satchel bag, made of rough hewn fabric. Nice enough. Rustic in a way. In good condition. Lynn wouldn’t have looked twice at it if she’d seen it at Wal-Mart though. “Think fast!” With surprising alacrity, the old man reached into the case and lobbed the bag at the young lady. On reflex, Lynn caught it. But when she looked down at what she caught, it no longer seemed quite so worn, quite so grey, or quite so rough. “ ”What the?” Now in her hands was a polyester tote bag, light grey on the bottom but aquamarine on the top and all sorts of strange, vaguely Asian looking symbols etched into it in gold; shimmering like stars. The inside was the stiff easy to clean waterproof plastic that didn’t soak anything in. How did? What did? A trick of the light, perhaps? “What do you think?” the shopkeep asked, his voice full of genuine genial sounding curiosity. There’s no way she could afford something this nice with what little pocket money she had on her. “It’s very nice, but-” “Now close it.” Lynn looked up from the bag. “Excuse me.” “Close it,” the old fellow repeated himself. “Go on. See for yourself?” Lynn closed the bag. Simple enough. “Okay…?” “Now before you open it,” the shopkeep said, “whisper something you’d get from a baby bag like that. It doesn’t have to be too loud, just loud enough so the bag knows you’re talking to it. It can be a toy, a diaper, wipes, anything.” Lynn frowned, thinking this was some kind of trick. “Anything?” “Anything?” “Okay…” Lynn closed her eyes and whispered, “Target Brand Up & Up diaper, Size two.” Something just specific enough to invalidate whatever trick this might be. Yet when she opened up the bag, laying there waiting for her was a Target Brand diaper, Size 2. The blood that had turned her cheeks red rushed in the opposite direction. “What the?!” She picked the diaper up and shook it open with her free hand. “How?! This is exactly..-?” “Keep going,” the shopkeeper encouraged. “Don’t just do diapers.” Lynn closed the bag again and did so. “Teething ring?” Yup. “Bottle?” Yup. “Sippie cup?” Yup. “Plastic keys?” All colors of the rainbow. Rational thought was giving away to pure astonishment. “What is this?!” That same friendly smile returned, now a little more knowing; a little more mischievous. “It’s the equivalent of a diaper bag from the Lost City of Shangri-La. Every baby gets one. Kids need taking care of for a lot longer in a city where everyone is functionally immortal.” “How does this even work?!” Lynn was struggling not to shout like she was on a roller coaster. It was a miracle, a gosh darn miracle! Still leaning on his cane, the shopkeep managed a shrug. “Beats me,” he said. “I never asked. I just know that it does work. Try makin’ something up. Has gotta be for a kid though. It’s a baby bag, remember.” Lynn blinked. Down at the close bag she whispered, “A pink ball that bounces until somebody catches it.” Then added, “No choking hazards, please.” When she opened it, the bag now had a pink rubber ball squishy with inflation. Carefully she lifted it out of the bag, and then with much internal pomp and circumstance dropped it on the floor. BOING! BOING! BOING! The ball bounced. And bounced. And bounced. And bounced. Eyes like pinballs, they followed the ball as it bounced up and down in perpetuity. Up and down. Up and down. Never gaining any speed or height, but never losing any either. It was a rose colored spherical metronome. It was physics breaking. It was magical. It was quite literally the perfect baby bag. “I’ve got to have this,” Lynn blurted out. The moment she said it she regretted it because she knew it to be true. “Thought you might like it,” the shopkeep said, self-satisfied. She didn’t have a cane, but Lynn’s shoulders slumped anyways. “I can’t possibly af-” “Ah-ah-ah!” the old fellow interrupted. “There’s a reason I don’t have price tags. I’m a practitioner of the age old art of haggling! I love me a good haggle! The bag isn’t yours until we agree on a price or until we agree that we can’t come to one.” “But-!” “Ah-ah-ah!” Again she was cut off. “I’ll start, I’ll start.” His glasses had started to slide down his nose and he pushed them up. “Bidding starts at one hundred smackeroos!” One hundred? That was a steal for a miracle such as this. It was also twenty times the amount of money that she had on her. “I only have-” “No no no!” Tufts of wild hair shook furiously. “Don’t tell me your limit. That takes the fun out of this. Low ball me!” A bit of bile, a sour burp, threatened to explode out of Lynn’s mouth. “Low ball?” It sounded vaguely sexual. Meanwhile the pink bouncing ball wasn’t getting any lower. The fellow must have read between her lines. He smacked his forehead. “People today! Lowball! Make me a counter offer that’s far too low. Insult the bag! Make me lower the price because I want to sell it more than you want to buy it.” Living her whole life in a corporate retail world and never having been to so much as a flea market, Lynn didn’t miss the point as much as it was a completely foreign. “But I DO want to buy the bag. Really badly” Tiny feet scuffled forward, and a bony finger shot up. “I know that,” the old man whispered. “You know that. The bag knows that. But the price doesn’t. So go on. Make me a counter offer.” This was ridiculous. But if it got her the bag… “One dollar,” Lynn said. “No! Fifty cents! This bag isn’t that good.” Like an overacting theater kid, the shopkeep made an exasperated scoff. “Fifty cents! You’re trying to rob me, you are! This bag is one of a kind! One of a kind! Try fifty dollars!” “One of a kind?” Lynn said. “You told me that every baby in the Lost city of whatever had one of these. I’ll give you two dollars.” “Oh-ho!” The shopkeep laughed. “You’re getting the hang of this!” “Thank you!” “Welcome!” They returned to the ritual. “Fine, it’s one of a kind HERE! In this city! Twenty dollars.” Still out of reach. Lynn made a show of curling her lip. “I don’t know if I’m going to get twenty dollars use out of this diaper bag. It only makes baby stuff! Three dollars.” “Ten dollars,” he play spat back. “It’s magical. Can take care of any baby forever.” “Four dollars,” Lynn countered. “Kids grow up. Nature of my business changes once they don’t need baby stuff. “Seven dollars,” the shopkeep replied. “Lasts for ages in Shangri-La.’ She was running out of money. “Four fifty. We’re not in Shangri-La.” “FIVE DOLLARS” he hollered. “FIVE DOLLARS, A HANDSHAKE, AND A PROMISE TO REFER CUSTOMERS TO ME!” “DEAL!” They shook on it. Lynn gave the strange little man a five dollar bill, and walked out of the now re-opened door with the most miraculous thing she’d ever found.

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.???

Already ordered a case.

...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.

I'd already read it, and thought I left a review. I couldn't find one, so I left you a review.? It's a good story! PS: The Fifth Dimension would be proud.

“Regressed by auntie” is a subgenre that will never grow old. Cocoa cups before bedtime is another classic. Someone in the ABDL industry should start selling cocoa’s powder, auntie’s recipe, and there would be plenty of people wishing to buy it.

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.

Since he is just guessing that she went back to the room, this seems way aggressive. Then again, Angie has proven herself to be an antagonist...

Well, this is the end of the road, everyone! Thank you all for your support and comments, and please do let me know what you though of the story. Also, if you're interested in seeing more from this universe, please let me know! Thanks so much for reading! ###### Epilogue: Day 183; Afternoon “Emmy!” Even now, after all this time, Kori’s exuberant greetings still manage to take Emory by surprise. Thankfully, this time, the floor is carpeted, so being knocked onto her butt isn’t quite as jarring. Still, the oof that escapes her on impact isn’t exactly voluntary. “Be careful, Kori.” Melody says gently. “No roughhousing inside, remember. We don’t want any boo-boos like last time.” “Okay, Melody, ‘m sorry. I just got a little excited.” Kori responds contritely, smiling up at Melody before helping Emory up from the floor. Her cheeks are a rosy red, probably because it’s so cold outside, but maybe also because she’s a bit embarrassed. “Are you okay?” Emory nods. “Mhmm. Hi Kori!” “How’s my other favorite fluffbutt?” Izzy steps through the door, dressed in a puffy blue winter coat. She’s carrying Kori’s diaper bag and a small, wrapped box. She puts both items off to one side to give Emory a hug. Emory giggles and returns the embrace. “Hi Izzy! What’s the present for?” She wonders. “It’s for Melody.” Izzy explains, presenting Melody with the gift. “Oh?” Melody says, and she sounds surprised. “What’s this?” “Uh...Kori and I are really sorry about your coffee table. It really was an accident.” Izzy says, frowning and looking at the floor. Melody laughs. “It’s okay, Izzy.” She lowers her voice and whispers: “It was ugly, anyway.” Emory tugs on Melody’s shirt, squirming with barely-contained energy. She’s been waiting for Kori and Izzy to arrive all day, and now she can finally go outside and play in the snow. They’ve gotten a lot of snow over the past few days, and it’s almost up to her knees. “Mama, can we go outside now?” Melody laughs. “Yes, sweetheart, but only into the backyard. I don’t want you playing near the road. Let’s go and change your diaper, and then we can get you dressed to go outside.” She says, lifting Emory onto her hip and kissing her nose. Izzy’s phone vibrates loudly, and she fishes it out of her pocket. “Mommy says she’s sorry she couldn’t come in and say hello, but she’ll be by to pick us up at three-thirty.” Melody shrugs. “It’s no big deal. I hear you’re expecting a baby brother or sister pretty soon, that’s pretty exciting!” “Mhmm!” Kori chimes in. “I want a baby sister!” Izzy smiles. “It doesn’t really matter to me...I just want to be a good big sister.” “I know you will be.” Melody says. “You already do so good with the littler ones at storytime, you’re a natural. I’ve gotta go and change Emmy’s butt, but you two make yourself at home. There are some snacks on the table and the TV is set up to play cartoons. Remember, the soap is lemon-scented, not lemon-flavored.” Kori just blushes. “I know…” she looked over at Izzy. “Can I have a cookie?” Izzy shrugs. “Sure. But, just one for now, alright?” “Aww…” Emory doesn’t hear the rest of the conversation, because Melody has already carried her away. She snuggles up to Melody, smiling to herself. “Guess what, Mama?” She says as Melody lays her down on the changing table. “What, baby?” Melody says as she goes to work getting Emory changed. “I love you!” Emory says with a big smile. Melody smiles back down at her. “I love you too, sweetheart.” ~CNL~ Emory is huddled around the TV with Kori, trying to coax feeling back into her fingers and toes. The hot-chocolate she’s been sipping on is helping though. Izzy is napping on the couch behind them, tired out from all the playing. “Can I talk to you about something?” Kori pipes up, leaning against her. “Sure,” Emory says quietly. “What’s up?” “So, you remember how I told you I wrote WonderQuest?” “Yeah! I still can’t believe I met you in real life…” Emory says. “Well, I’m in talks with a few different production houses to try a cartoon version. The thing is, I need a creative director to help me make it happen. You’ve got your graphic design degree now, and you’re a huge fan, so I thought you might be interested…” Kori says. “What? Really? You’re offering me a job?” Emory wonders, surprised. She’s almost tempted to pinch herself to be sure she isn’t dreaming. “If you want it, sure. I remember you said something a while ago about wanting to be able to do some things for yourself, even though you’re a little. You can do all your work from home, that way you’ve still got time for naps and diaper changes and stuff. And, they’ll be willing to give us a longer production schedule so that we don’t get overwhelmed by the workload. What do you think?” Kori explains. “Yes! I’d love to help you out! I’d need to talk to Melody about it first, just so she knows what’s going on, but I know she’ll be fine with it.” Emory gushes, giving Kori a huge hug. “Are you guys getting sleepy?” Melody asks quietly, kneeling down next to them as she comes back into the room. “It’s almost time for a nap, little ones.” Emory rubs her eyes. “A little. We’re talking business!” “Oh? Business doing what?” Melody wonders. “I offered her a job. I need a creative director, someone with Emory’s skills for a cartoon I’m working on. I don’t have anything concrete yet, there are a lot of different people who are interested. But, as soon as there’s a definite ‘yes’ and we can get started, then we can talk about it more.” “As long as they’re going to accommodate your needs as a Little, I have no problem with it.” Melody says, looking at Emory. “Kori says it shouldn’t be a problem. Besides, isn’t it illegal to dis-crim-in-ate because someone’s a Little?” Emory wonders, struggling with the word. “Yes, it is, but that doesn’t mean people won’t try to make you do more work than you can handle. I definitely support you doing this if it’s something that you want to do, but I want to sit in on negotiations to make sure everything is done the way it should be. Is that possible?” Melody explains, looking over at Kori. Kori nods. “My mommy said the same thing. If a company-” She pauses to yawn mid-sentence. “Gives us grief about that, then we’ll just find someone else to work with. Like I said, we have options.” “Okay, just keep me posted. I think it’s wonderful that so many people are enjoying your work, and I’m sure the show will be just as popular as the books.” Melody says, smiling at Kori. “Speaking of ‘business’, both of you need fresh diapers before naptime. Let’s go and get you changed, and then we’ll have some quiet time.” Neither Kori nor Emory complains about needing to get changed; Emory knows it won’t do any good, and besides it’s no fun being in a wet diaper that’s also cold. Kori falls asleep on the changing table, but thankfully, Emory’s crib is big enough for both of them to share. “See?” Melody says softly, kissing Emory’s tummy when she’s finished changing her. “Being a Little doesn’t mean you won’t be able to do anything for yourself. Getting a job offer like that is a pretty big deal, and you got it all by yourself. I’m so proud of you, Emmy!” Emory smiles. “Thank you Mama. Thank you for believing in me and thank you for taking such good care of me. It makes me so happy to be your Little.” Melody wipes away a happy tear. “You make me very happy too, little one. I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.” “Mama?” Emory begins, hesitantly. “Can I have milk before naptime?” Melody smiles. “Yes baby. I thought you might want some.” This too, has become routine. It’d taken a little while for Melody to be able to produce milk, but it’s one of Emory’s favorite things to do with Melody. Nothing makes her feel closer to her or more loved than getting to nurse, and she can’t get enough of it. Melody sits down in the rocking chair that sits in the corner of the nursery opposite the door. She reaches down and picks up a blanket to cover up for modesty, before adjusting her clothing so Emory can latch on. Emory latches on carefully, sucking tentatively. The milk is warm, which she still isn’t quite used to, but it’s still good, she thinks. “Easy, baby,” Melody says, and pats her bottom. “Not too fast.” Emory keeps suckling anyway, at least until her tummy ties in a knot. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Melody asks as she slows down. “Tummy hurts.” Emory admits. Melody kisses her forehead. “Is that all? Come here,” she lifts Emory so she’s leaning over her shoulder and gives her back a few firm pats. Emory startles herself by burping rather loudly; she immediately hides her face in Melody’s neck. Her face is hot with embarrassment, but she can’t help giggling a bit anyway. Melody laughs gently. “My goodness! Is that better, little one?” Emory nods, too busy giggling to speak. And then she says: “I’m still hungry, Mama.” Melody settles Emory in her arms again, and gently guides her mouth to her nipple once more. Emory latched on again and relaxed against Melody, safe and content. Despite her misgivings about her Classification at first, her life has become brighter and richer than she could have ever imagined. As her tummy fills with milk, and her eyes become heavier, she thinks that this is probably the happiest she’s ever been in her whole life. “I love you Mama,” Emory says, barely alert enough to speak. “I love you too, baby girl.” Melody says, gently easing Emory’s pacifier into her mouth in place of her nipple. “All the way to the moon and back.” The End ##### That's a wrap everyone! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I have another story in this universe in the works, and it's called Classified: Stellar Remnants! Feel free to check it out if you're interested, but be forewarned that it isn't a wholesome tale like this one, so if that's what you're looking for, you'd be better off giving it a pass.

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

Than, you everyone for the feedback so far really appreciate it. I’m sorry if this story is a bit cliche but it’s one I’ve been wanting to write for a while! Hope everyone counties to enjoy it. Chapter 4 The next morning Noah was woken by the distant sound of singing from downstairs, paired with the sound and smell of sizzling bacon. The light was shining through the sides of the curtains signifying a beautiful morning in Dallas. He moved his arms out from under his pillows and rubbed his eyes, feeling refreshed after an undisturbed night that had seemingly shook off the remaining jet lag. After his eyes acclimatised to the morning light he pulled himself up and sat up in his bed, and that’s when he noticed something didn’t feel right. ‘Oh no’ he whispered to himself in a panicked state realising what had happened in the night. As he moved his lower body the could feel the striped girls pyjama bottoms stick to his body and as the duvet moved the smell of stale wee wafted into his face. It had been a good 10 years since he had last wet the bed and he couldn’t quite believed he’d let this happen. Whether it was the jet lag or the shock of new surrounding, there was one excuse. He pushed the whole duvet off the bed and there he saw the full extent of his accident. His crotch was completely covered by a dark stain, as were the bed sheets. He sat there for a good few seconds just staring at what he had done, and began to think about what he could do to hide it. However, before he could concoct a plan the sound of his Auntie’s singing was getting louder and closer, so he quickly pulled the duvet back over him and lay down as the doorknob began to turn. ”Morning Noah!” Jan exclaimed bursting through the bedroom door. She quickly walked over to the side of the bed and placed a large mug of coffee on the bedside table. “Must’ve had a good sleep didn’t hear a peep from you all night”. ”Yeah it was great thank you, slept like a log” Noah replied laying in bed with just his head poking out from the duvet in order to hide the damage. ”Good to hear, now come on let’s get up we’ve got a busy day ahead of us” Jan then ordered as she grabbed the top of the duvet and forcefully pulled it back. All Noah could do was lay completely still in shock as his wet pyjamas and bed were revealed to his Auntie, who just looked at him with a surprised look. ”Oh deary me. You didn’t tell me you were a bedwetter Noah?” Jan asked. ”Umm I’m not honestly I haven’t done that since I was a kid! It must’ve been the jet lag or something” Noah desperately reasoned. ”It okay calm down, I’m sure it was just a one off. Now up you get and into the shower, I’ll strip the bed and if you leave your jim-jams outside the bathroom I’ll get them in the wash” Jan said. Noah quickly complied as he got up out of the wee stained bed and quickly into the bathroom. As he shut the door behind him he caught a glimpse of his wet girls pyjamas in the mirror before stripping and throwing them out of the door. He then quickly jumped into the shower in order to try and forget the whole incident. As Noah finished in the shower and began to dry himself off the rustling noise coming from the bedroom had stopped, assuming his Auntie was finished taking the ruined sheets off his bed. “Noah honey I’ve left you some clothes to wear on the bed, once you’re done in there get dressed and come down for breakfast” Jan shouted. ”Okay thank you” Noah replied before he heard Jan leave and shut the door behind him. Once he was dry he slowly opened the door dreading what was on the bed ready for him to wear. As he peered through the door he looked towards the bed to see all of the bed linen removed, with only the clothes his Auntie had chosen laying on top. There were only 4 items of clothing on the bed. A pair of cotton panties exactly the same as the pair he had worn yesterday but aqua blue with a pink waistband, a lime green t-shirt with extremely short arms, a pair of white trainer socks and what looked like a pair of black trousers. As he got closer and grabbed the latter he soon realised they were in fact a pair of leggings. Without hesitating he began to get dressed, simply because he had no real alternative as he knew his Auntie would insist on him wearing the outfit. He certainly wasn’t comfortable with it though. Once he was finished he stood and again looked in the mirror at himself. The leggings felt extremely odd and as he twisted and turned he was disappointed to see his bulge was hardly noticeable, making him look even feminine, and his bum looked quite round and perky. Despite going through puberty he wasn’t the biggest downstairs and his body hardly had a hair on it, which made him extremely self-conscious. After a few more minutes of contemplating the situation he found himself in he left his bedroom and joined his Auntie downstairs. As sat at the table and his breakfast was already prepared for him. He licked his lips at the sight of a large stack of pancakes covered in syrup complete with bacon rashers placed on top. It was only a few seconds before he began to tuck in and as he was stuffing his face his Auntie joined him at the table sipping on a glass of orange juice. ”Noah I don’t want you to worry about your little accident last night. You were probably very tired after the flight and well, everyone has an accident now and again” Jan told him. ”Yeah I’m sure that’s why, thank you for being so nice about it” Noah replied sheepishly as he chomped down on a huge slice of pancake. ”Awww that’s okay honey, it’ll be our little secret okay?” she said as she winked at him. “Now finish up your breakfast and we’ll head out on a tour of the neighbourhood!”. Noah got to work finishing his meal as Jan busied herself in the utility room. As he placed the plate and his cutlery in the sink they both crossed paths in the hallway. As Noah stopped he could see his Auntie was holding a pile of clothes. ”I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. They must make clothes across the pond differently because I’m afraid your clothes have shrunk in the wash” Jan said as she held up his shorts. It didn’t take him long to realise they had shrunk quite a few sizes and were now practically unwearable. He sighed loudly. ”I really can’t catch a break can I?” Noah laughed, he either could do that or cry. ”Don’t worry about it I’m sure it won’t be long until we can pick up your bags from the airport. Anyway, you look amazing in the outfit I picked out give me a twirl” Jan said excitedly. Noah went red as he slowly turned in a circle like a circus performer. As he tuned his back to his Auntie she felt her swat his bum, which made him jump. ”Sorry I couldn’t resist you look so cute! Up you go and brush your teeth and we’ll set off” she asked as he nodded and went back up to his room and got himself ready. Shortly after they were both back in Jan’s car and making their way into the closest town. Most of the morning was taken up by Jan explaining the history of the town and all the amenities it had to offer. Much to Noah’s excitement he found there was plenty for him to during his stay, including a huge shopping centre, or ‘mall’ as his Americanised Auntie called it, a local baseball team, plenty of bars and a fairly large college where people his age would socialise. By midday both of them had become pretty thirsty and Jan suggested going to Starbucks, which was situated right on the Main Street that ran right through the centre of town. So far he hadn’t left the car and he found the thought of walking around in his rather feminine outfit rather daunting. ”Can we just go to a drive-thru? I don’t want people to see what I’m wearing” Noah pleaded. ”Don’t be silly no one will bat and eyelid, there’s no need to be worried” Jan replied reassuring him. Jan expertly parked the car in a space right outside Starbucks and soon Noah was stepping out into the street wearing a girls t-shirt and leggings, he still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. As they stepped inside he was relieved to see it was fairly quiet and there wasn’t a queue, meaning he’d have to endure this nightmare for a slightly shorter period of time. ”Welcome to Starbucks what would you like to order today?” the happy barista asked him and Jan. ”Could I get a Mocha Frappucino please?” Jan asked. ”Absolutely, and for you miss?” the barista said as she stared at Noah. ’Did I hear that right?’ Noah said internally. He couldn’t quite believe she actually thought he was a girl, although giving it a second thought he couldn’t really be surprised considering what he was wearing. He stopped himself correcting her as it may be more embarrassing telling her he was a boy dressed in leggings and panties. ”I’ll have a White Chocolate Frappucino please” Noah replied tentatively. Jan paid for the drinks before they both took a seat on a sofa next to the window. Eventually their drinks were brought over to them and he could finally quench his thirst on a scorching hot summers day, and it tasted amazing. ”Hey Jan” a voice from behind them pierced the quiet atmosphere. They both turned around to be met with the sight of a tall brunette woman. ”Oh hey Joyce fancy seeing you here!” Jan immediately stood up and immediately hugged her. ”Is this the boy I’ve heard so much about?” Joyce said as she looked down on Noah, who was innocently sucking on the straw in his drink. “Of course how rude of me. This is my nephew Noah. Noah this is Joyce” Jan said as Noah got up to his feet. He suddenly came to the realisation that this was the same Joyce his Auntie had told him about at the airport, meaning he was wearing her daughters clothes. This made things one hundred times more awkward than what it already was. ”Nice to meet you Noah, welcome to the greatest country in the world!” Joyce said in a southern twang as she shook his hand. ”Hi” is all Noah could muster. ”Look I’m only getting a takeaway as I’m late for work but shall we meet up tomorrow for a catch up?” Joyce turned and asked Jan. ”Sure come over to mine I’ve got a lovely bottle of red that’s itching to be opened” Jan replied. ”Awesome I’ll see you then. Nice to meet you Noah, love the outfit” Joyce said playfully she rushed out of the store. Noah sunk into the sofa mortified. Luckily he didn’t have to wait much longer until Jan had finished her drink and they were back in the relative safety of the car and heading back to Jan’s house. After going out in public wearing girls clothes he knew he couldn’t do it again, and was hopeful that it wouldn’t be long until his luggage was returned to him. Soon they were back in the house just as clouds began to form in the sky and the lovely bright sunlight was replaced by rain. ”Darn it! We were meant to go to Walmart to pick up a few groceries while we were out but seeing Joyce must’ve distracted me. If you like you can stay here whilst I run down the store, you’ll be alright on your own here won’t you?” Jan said as she put her shoes back on and went towards the door. ”I’ll be fine don’t worry about me” Noah replied. ”Okay I won’t be long, if you get hungry there’s plenty to eat in the fridge. See ya!” Jan shouted to him as she shut the door behind him. For the first time he was alone in his Auntie’s massive house, and just sat down on the sofa looking around aimlessly. After a few minutes he was fighting back the urge to have a good snoop around and in a bid to distract himself he got up and made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat. As he walked he had to look down just to remind himself he was actually wearing anything below the waist as the tightness of the leggings made it feel like he wasn’t actually wearing anything, even admitting to himself they were quite liberating. He began to rummage through the numerous cupboards and drawers in the kitchen looking for a snack. As he reached and opened a large cupboard just under the sink he found numerous sets of cups and glasses and grabbed the nearest glass. As he took it out of the cupboard he noticed right at the back behind everything was a plastic bottle with a nipple on top. A baby bottle? As far as he knew his Auntie had never had a baby? He wasn’t bothered by it though, assuming she may have babysat for a friend in the past. He filled the glass with Pepsi from the fridge and also picked out a pack of Twinkie’s. He’d always wanted to try them as they weren’t on sale back in England, and they didn’t disappoint. He gobbled them up and slurped the Pepsi, making his way upstairs to continue being nosy, making a bee-line for Jan’s bedroom. The door was open and as he walked in he was rather disappointed by what he found. It was a very bland bedroom with neutral furnishings and nothing to write home about in terms of features, not even a single photo of her and her ex. Moving on he left the room and walked to the end of the landing and as he tried to open the door to the storage room he was surprised to find it locked, but wasn’t particularly bothered as the room was probably a mess. Although what did surprise him was the discovery of a small security camera in the corner of the ceiling pointing at the locked door. Why did she have security cameras inside her house? Again he shrugged it off as maybe an American thing, as people don’t tend to have security inside their house back home. ”Noah I’m back” he heard from downstairs. ‘Wow she was quick’ he thought to himself, not even noticing how the quickly the time had passed. He made his way back downstairs and met his Auntie at the door. ”I see you’ve found the snacks then” Jan joked, alluding to the half eaten Twinkie in his hand. “Be a darling and take one of the bags into the kitchen”. Noah obliged as he stuffed the remaining Twinkie in his mouth and grabbed the largest shopping bag. As he began to stride towards the kitchen he looked down into the bag and noticed something inside. It was a cube shaped package, and although it was obscured by various other items he could just make out the branding. ‘Goodnites’ it read.

Emily and Joyce will be having a lot of fun together in that sphere, but I can't promise to what extent that goes. Guess we'll have to see. Thank you for the comment and staying so invested! Beach house could be fun! It's alright for readers to make predictions or share their thoughts, but I can't imagine myself confirming any theories, but at best maybe dissuade some of them; I don't want to create any false expectations. Hmmm, that's an idea! Surely Emily could make a new career out of that! Thanks for commenting! Glad to hear people enjoy re-reading this! New chapter is soon! Promise! 33 - The New Routine Bewildered was Emily’s first instinctual response. As she tried to figure what’d just happened, she caught her tongue absentmindedly probing the flavored teat inside her mouth. She stared at Joyce’s back in silence, watching her work away. Her hand drifted to the ring of the pacifier, dangling her finger on it for a moment before pulling it out. “If I’d known how well that worked on you, I think I would’ve kept your paci on me a bit more often?” Joyce grinned as she peered over her shoulder. Emily wasn’t sharing the giddiness though as confusion reigned king in her mind. “What...what’d you do?” “I did what you asked me to do. I helped. Well, starting to help is a better way to put it.” She didn’t respond at first, but a small frown grew on her face as she looked at the baby trinket hanging from her finger. Not that she didn’t appreciate the gesture, but it wasn’t that simple… “I...thank you; but I’m serious, Joyce… What am I supposed to do?” “You’re supposed to relax for tonight,” Joyce calmly instructed, “and listen to how we’re going to make things better. You asked for my help, Emily, and of course I will give it to you, but you’re going to need to be open-minded about this.” Emily tripped over some hesitation before she spoke. “Open-minded…?” That felt oddly vague. Vague enough to remind her of what things were like right as they were just starting to explore their “alternate” lifestyle. Joyce turned from the stove and rested her hands on Emily’s shoulders. “Nothing you haven’t seen before. Just wrapped in a new bow.” Obviously Emily couldn’t fully decipher the meaning, but a sixth sense told her that the dedicated trip to the nursery for a single pacifier wasn’t some arbitrary thing. Joyce could see her looking down at the pacifier with a feeling of trepidation. Joyce gently lifted her gaze with a finger supporting her chin. “Don’t be scared. I’m not going to say I’ve thought of everything; this is something I really only started to play with recently. That being said, I don’t think what we’ll do is something you’ll hate. It’s just going to be...different.” “Different…? Joyce, I don’t get what you mean...” Emily expressed her concerns in the form of visual, yet Joyce’s comforting smile did not falter. “We’ll chat about it once we eat dinner, okay?” She cupped Emily’s cheeks as she kissed her forehead. “I just think maybe there’s a way we can change up the routine, is all.” She lowered her hand to raise the one Emily was using to hold the pacifier. “Why don’t you hang onto this for now?” “Joyce...” Emily thought she could see what Joyce was implying, and it honestly felt like a diminutive fix. “I’m not an actual baby...you can’t just...” She sighed a tiny bit, realizing that she was starting to contradict the very person she begged for guidance. “Pacifiers don’t solve problems for real babies, too, you know?” Joyce giggled as she took it from her hand. “Pacifiers do exactly what they’re called. They pacify,” she explained as she gently forced it back between Emily’s lips. “If you’re angry, sad, or even a little excited, think of this as a way to distract yourself or maybe an outlet to channel all that emotion? Emily, nothing meaningful has ever been done in a single day. You’ve been working so hard since the first day you lost your job, and I can’t tell you how proud that makes me. But now I want you to just calm down...and breathe.” Emily wanted to speak, to contradict or express her doubts, but she felt that if this imaginary spell was going to work, maybe she should stay gullible for at least a little longer. She took a moment and breathed through her nose, leaving the pacifier right where Joyce left it. “See?” Joyce stroked the top of her head. “We just spent a whole minute calming down, focusing on ourselves rather than anything unimportant!” Joyce chuckled. “We’re still doing just fine. You’re doing fine. We still have our house, and everything is as stable as it’s always been.” Emily had furrowed her brow, yet admittedly the crease in her forehead had lessened. “And you look like less of a worrywart now, too.” Joyce smiled. “Emily, I will never make light of your problems. Your struggles are mine just as much, but I need you to know that this isn’t as all-consuming as you might think. If I have to pull you aside like this to remind you of that, I won’t hesitate, understood?” Emily instinctually wanted to reply, but reserved herself to a visual nod. She did feel calmer now. It was more than enough for Joyce. “Good. We’ll have plenty of time to brainstorm during dinner and I can voice my suggestions then. For the time being though, just try not to have too many big thoughts, okay?” She tapped her finger on the plastic shield. “This is your friendly reminder. Stay small for a little bit. We’ll tackle things as we need to.” It was with reddened cheeks Emily continued to help make dinner. It was a weird limbo situation though. She wasn’t exactly Emily, but not Emmy either. As she helped cook with a pacifier in her mouth, Joyce still seemed to regard her as her normal self, albeit with a little more comfort in her words, like Emily needing handling with kid gloves in regard to her emotions. “Howh mush lohnger?” Emily found herself asking around the pacifier. The sentence was finished before she could regret the attempt as a pacifier accent seemed to override her speech. “Should be just a few more minutes,” Joyce flashed her an unperturbed smile, like the sight or sound itself wasn’t especially stimulating to Joyce, of all people, in any seeming way. Emily figured there to be some kind of teasing or sly comment, but it never came. Maybe it was her way of being considerate, or how to treat this as some kind of normal. If I need this, she probably doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it… Emily silently reflected. “Okay...” Joyce decided to untie and slip her apron off. “Emily? Could you put these back in the closet?” She asked as she held the apron out for her. Emily quietly nodded as she took her own apron off, but not quite before Joyce could give her a hand in undoing the knot behind her first. After she pulled it off, Emily was then hit with a one-two as Joyce briefly rested her arms on Emily’s shoulders, gently tugging the pacifier from her mouth and planting a kiss on her temple. “Thank you for helping me cook!” “I can always help...” Emily said in a shy voice as she walked over to the closet. As they ate, Emily couldn’t bring herself to have much conversation. Joyce did chat casually, like there wasn’t some impending bomb Emily expected her to drop at any moment. “What’s wrong?” Joyce asked with a concerned look. “Wait...it doesn’t taste bad, does it?” A look of horror started to consume her. “No, it tastes fine...” Emily mumbled with a slight grin as she angled her gaze closer to the table than Joyce’s eyes. “I’m just...a little scared...” “Scared?” Emily nodded. “I dunno...” She looked more clearly at her, “I’m just thinking that whatever it is that’s gonna happen...I might not like it cuz...it’s gonna scare me...” Joyce nodded thoughtfully, yet with stupefying clarification she asked, “So you’re scared that this ‘thing’ will scare you?” Of course when repeated through another mouth, Emily felt stupid… “Emily,” Joyce left a moment to get her full attention, “I don’t necessarily think you should stop looking for work; if that’s what you want, I respect that. However, I think you need to slow down your pace.” It was a no-brainer, yet the thought of any kind of delay did make Emily worry. It only made her think of all the potential opportunities she could have had, had she been any faster. It was the fear of missing out. “How...how slow?” Emily hesitantly asked. She didn’t figure there was a specific number in mind, yet she needed to know how deep this went. With, in fact, a specific number in mind, Joyce said, “An hour a day at most, kind of slow. And that’s for the weekdays only. Weekends I don’t want you stressing over that kind of stuff.” “An hour…? But that’s...” Emily had an idea in mind, yet Joyce’s figure grossly underbid her own. She was already spending the near entirety of her day job searching, and cutting it down to a mere fraction of that was essentially killing her chances altogether, wasn’t it? “With how things have been, Emily, I think that’s perfectly reasonable.” Joyce said firmly. “I’m going to be honest because I want to make a point to you: there’s absolutely no rush in you getting another job. I intend to be the breadwinner and I will be the financial support. Aside from that though, I’d never stop you from doing what you want, but I will regulate it, now that you’ve asked me to?” She smiled, but Emily was still looking conflicted. Emily tried to reason Joyce’s viewpoint. It was somewhat unfortunate, but Emily had always known before Joyce saying it herself that she couldn’t ever hope to financially compare. Joyce was the foundation, and whatever Emily contributed in that sphere likely couldn’t do nearly as much. Or rather, money was such an excess for Joyce that the concept of spending had become effectively bottomless, so what did it matter adding 1 to infinity? “Related to that,” Joyce continued, “I think this is a good chance to add some structure to your routine. Just because you aren’t working, that doesn’t mean a day can’t be productive? First and foremost, we’re going to decide on a time in the day when you can use the computer to job hunt-- Emily, don’t make a face.” Joyce paused herself just to scold the girl, who was starting to make a face… “I don’t need a specific time…!” Emily argued with a tinge of whine. It was one thing to be imposed with a harsh time restriction, but when she was allowed for it as well? “Yes you do,” Joyce gently, yet firmly contradicted, “otherwise you could be overlapping with all the other things that’ll keep your day busy?” The mention of other things surprised Emily a little, but she sort of expected it… But still, “What happens if I get an email, or a reply to a job offer or interview? I need to respond as soon as possible!” While this was constructive and it felt needed, Joyce’d be lying if she said that there wasn’t some element of “parenting” to this that she felt, and certainly enjoyed. “We can discuss that when it happens,” Joyce decided, “But until then, I won’t budge.” Emily felt defeated. There wouldn’t be any room for argument in getting that to expand. It was probably going to be the one thing of this entire bill that she wouldn’t negotiate on, given it being her greatest grievance... “What else…?” She asked her. Joyce quietly sighed, now arriving to the parts she wasn’t a fan of personally. It was likely trivial to Emily, but Joyce wasn’t excited about sharing her responsibilities, at least with Emily. In a power dynamic that poised Joyce at the top as the dominant caregiver, it felt wrong to make her charge participate, like giving her housework. “I...want to give you some chores to do on a daily basis.” “Chores…?” Emily asked, surprised. Joyce nodded. “Things like running the dishwasher, making the bed...vacuuming...” Now her lack of preparedness was starting to show. This was obviously something she didn’t want to dig into because she didn’t like the idea altogether. Yet, the duality was that it benefited Emily despite Joyce’s selfish suffering. “I don’t mind,” Emily spoke truthfully, “but...are you okay with it?” “Yes, I am,” Joyce smiled warmly as she lied through her teeth. “We can make a chart,” she did start to see the fun side of things, imagining a cute chore chart for Emily on the fridge, “and that can help keep you busy for at least a little bit.” Call it weird, but Emily didn’t mind the idea of housework. She said it herself and quite clearly that it was eternal boredom without Joyce, as well as tiring from job hunting. Not that she wanted to stop, but she knew her body needed to rest; she just needed someone to force her into it. “I can vacuum the rooms and wash the bedding?” Emily chimed in, better shaping Joyce’s ideas. “Mhm, that could definitely work,” Joyce nodded. “Oh, and I guess I could tidy up the nurse--” “Absolutely not.” Joyce didn’t look so friendly this time, like one of her prized assets was about to be attacked. “I want to be the one in charge of the nursery; I’m your mommy, after all.” The seriousness in her look was almost absurd to the point that the uninformed would be expected to laugh, or find the look on her face quite strange. Emily, however, instantly understood just how much it meant to her. In a strange way, giving these sorts of duties to Joyce was a big step for her, oddly enough… “O...okay...” Emily nodded, seeing that she nearly crossed a line. “Everywhere but there?” Joyce paused, considering any loopholes she may have left. “That’s fine. But, let me know if any of this feels like it’s too much for you, okay?” Her expression softened. “I don’t want to overload you...” “Joyce,” Emily gave a look that thought her to be a fool, “Up until recently I was working full time...I can do some chores.” She chuckled. “I know, I know...” She smiled, happy to see that at least Emily could make mention of it now without sour feelings. “Is that it…?” Emily asked, not implying whether she wanted more or not, just wanting to know in general. “...” Joyce took a bite from her food first. “It can be?” “What do you mean?” “I’d say we’re past the point of me getting to make decisions based on what I want. Now I want to include you; what we both want.” For once, Emily felt like she could see a little into Joyce’s headspace. “You mean, something related to the pacifier?” Again, she didn’t think that it was an unrelated, out-of-the-blue sort of thing. Joyce nodded. “To be honest, I think it might help you out a little.” And like that, Emily had fallen off the wagon. “How so…?” “We haven’t even mentioned your nursery once in the past week, Emily.” Joyce tried to hide her own frustrations, because she knew that this would be good for her as well. Deep down though, this idea wasn’t out of complete self interest. “I know we’ve had obstacles in the past, but I really want to give you a space in the day where you can just unwind; forget about the complicated stuff and focus on relaxing.” “What about you?” Emily asked after a moment of silence. “I don’t want to talk about me because I don’t want it to influence you,” Joyce said, “I want you to be selfish, Emily.” What she wasn’t sharing were the benefits she’s reap from this as well. It wasn’t any secret to herself that Emily being in poor sorts lately has affected Joyce and her attitude at the office. Nothing jeopardizing, but more than anything she simply wanted their old dynamic back, if not toned up a bit. “How would that work…?” She asked hesitantly. “Well, I guess it’d start once I get home from work each day. Assuming that all the chores have been done by then, we’ll go to the nursery and get you all set up. For the rest of the night you’ll get to be my baby girl.” “What about in the morning, though?” Emily asked, already wondering what was to be done with her diaper. Joyce did leave early in the morning, after all. “I’ll make sure to get you into some panties before I leave,” Joyce chuckled, “I feel pretty confident that you’ll sleep through it anyway.” “Yeah, but, if we do it every day...doesn’t that mean I won’t ever have a chance to have…’grown-up’ time around you?” She most certainly didn’t like that. Being a baby was fun, but it wasn’t a complete end-all be all. She needed some kind of breathing room around Joyce. “You most certainly will. First and foremost, you’ll always be the one that decides if we’re going to do it that night. If you say ‘yes’, we go to your nursery, but if it’s a ‘no’, you won’t hear me mention it until the next day. Emily, even when you are my little girl, there’s nothing stopping you from asking or talking about what you want, you know? The way I see it, all we’re really doing is giving you a space that discourages that sort of thing, but it’s not like you can’t be yourself. This isn’t meant to be you putting on an act; I want this to be an outlet for yourself.” “It is,” Emily found herself agreeing almost immediately, “but...I dunno. Maybe too much of a good thing is a bad thing? I guess we haven’t really tried...” “Maybe, but if we might have those kinds of limits, this is a safe way for us to explore them. At any point you make it clear that you want to stop, we stop.” They ate some more as Emily took a deep breath, finally starting to fully wrap her head around everything. She didn’t expect this sort of thing to be the rest of her life, but she knew that it was going to be like this for at least a little bit. Her bias still couldn’t shake the urgency she felt to strive for “adult” things, but she finally caved and Joyce was telling her to stop, so stopping she ever so reluctantly was. “So it all starts tomorrow…?” She asked as Joyce started to clear up their spaces. “I think it’d be best,” Joyce offered, but added much more resolutely, “but regardless, your computer time is still being limited.” Emily limited her disappointment to her mouth as she nodded. In that case, tomorrow would go back to being the sucky status quo she’d already found herself in if there wasn’t anything at all to do. “Then let’s start tomorrow.” Emily agreed. “And about the second half we discussed,” Joyce explained as she came over to wipe Emily’s face in a casual manner, “you are always in control, and like I said, you always decide whether we’ll do it or not, but...please give me a gentle reminder if I accidentally get pushy after a while...” “You mean if we haven’t done it in a bit?” She asked, wiping the residue of water off her mouth. Joyce nodded with a slightly bashful look. “We’ve talked a lot about how I can sort of lose control, and I know you understand how I can get, but...it’s still sort of embarrassing.” “It’s okay if it happens,” Emily smiled, “I mean, I’d rather not be asked every few minutes, but if its been what you think is a long time, please let me know; I...I get it that this is supposed to be for me, but it’s obviously something for you, too.” Need she remind Joyce that she was the one who pulled her into the rabbit hole first? “That sounds good to me.” Joyce nodded her head. “I love you so much, you know?” “...I love you too.” Emily reciprocated with a goofy smile and reddened cheeks. It still elicited a fuzzy feeling in her chest just to hear and say those words. They came in together for a hug and embraced one another, yet as they shared an intimate moment, it was disrupted by a loud, sniffing. Emily turned her head up to see a flaring nostril. “Uh...what?” Emily giggled. “Uh huh,” Joyce seemed unimpressed, “thought so.” “Thought what?” “I thought that you didn’t take a shower or bath today.” The realization made Emily freeze up. She sniffed herself, not finding any sort of foul odor, but at least not a freshly imbued either. “I...was busy?” “You were distracted,” Joyce disapproved. “We’re adding baths to your schedule, too. Come on, off we go,” she waved her hand to motion Emily ahead first. “Showers are faster!” Emily complained with a sense of play, although she did feel a tiny bit embarrassed. “Showers are for big girls that can keep themselves squeaky clean. I need to take my time with you!” She laughed after catching Emily’s grin. “Besides, I wanna monopolize every second I can get with you!” They both entered the bathroom. Everything was at peace again as Emily and Joyce were dressed in their pajamas, sitting on the bed, specifically Emily in Joyce’s lap as she kept a towel wrapped around her head. Both were on their phones, only Joyce’s torso was a bit taller which allowed her phone to not block Emily’s. Both were quietly browsing up until there was a sigh from Joyce. “What?” Emily asked as she comically turned her gaze up to the ceiling. “I just got some news from Sheila...” Joyce explained with a glum attitude. “Remember that business dinner my mom asked me about?” Emily did her best to rack her brain, but nothing of substance was bubbling to the top. “Uh...” “I have a business dinner coming up this week and I knew it’d be a late night, but I wasn’t expecting it to turn into something overnight...” “What do you mean?” Emily started leaning back to dig her head into Joyce. “The dinner’s at a hotel,” Joyce wrapped her arms around Emily’s waist and flopped on her back. “It’s a nice hotel, but of course the host thinks that he’s doing some of us guests a favor by buying us our own rooms for the night. You’d think people would stop doing that by now…?” She mostly complained amongst herself, because the concept of buying someone a hotel room for the night seemed like a gesture beyond Emily’s purse strings. “Can’t you just turn it down?” Emily partly lifted herself to turn over and rest her chin on Joyce’s sternum. “It wouldn’t look good,” Joyce said as she paused to groan, “being given a room usually means that there’s going to be some kind of breakfast in the morning...at least with this guy.” “Maybe he has a thing for you?” Emily cheekily giggled, but Joyce didn’t outwardly laugh. “Well, if he tries to make a move like that, I’ll just explain that I’m too busy managing your naps and bedtime...” She carried away with the thought like it was an honest threat. “Take a joke!” Emily giggled as the smile did eventually come to Joyce’s face. “What kinda host is it?” “He manages breweries. I can’t say I know much about the business behind alcohol, though.” Joyce gave a ‘no idea’ kind of look. “I don’t think I’m someone special to him, though; he does this for just about any big head that gets invited to his stuff.” “So you’re a big head?” Emily asked, sneakily prodding for information on Joyce. “I’m a mommy who played her cards right.” She smiled as she deflected the chance for inquiry, yet went back to frowning. “But, if he makes me stay the night, I’m not going to be back to spend the night with you!” Now it sounded as if a grave injustice had been committed. Emily didn’t exactly look pleased either as she shrugged. “It’s okay...It’s only one night, and it sounds like this is for your reputation?” “It is...” Joyce bit her lower lip in thought. “You...you could always come with me?” Joyce perked up at the realization. “Huh? Go to the business dinner with you?” Emily looked a tad bit nervous. “I don’t wanna intrude on that kinda stuff...” “You wouldn’t be intruding on anything,” Joyce patted the top of her toweled head. “Believe me, plus ones are more common than not. If anything, you’d help me stand out less?” Emily’s mind couldn’t help but drift to a slightly more sensitive area though. “Yeah but...even if you’re dating another woman…?” Joyce didn’t seem to be fazed, however. “I don’t think it’d affect much?” Joyce chuckled. “Really, all that worries me is the other thing about us going public. Which it won’t,” she reassured Emily and herself. “I might just surprise a few people in my spheres,” she giggled. “Most importantly, I would be a little excited at the idea of showing you off…?” “Showing me off? Like I’m a prize or something?” Emily asked with intrigue. “Other than the person themselves, one of the most fun parts about having a lover is the exclusivity,” Joyce smiled even wider as she leaned her head forward to kiss her. “I get to show everyone how stunning you are and make it abundantly clear that no one else can have you. It goes both ways, you know?” “What would I even say?” Emily asked. “I mean...I dunno if I could handle trying to socialize with any sorta bigwigs...I imagine if we weren’t dating and I just met you, you’d probably be sort of intimidating...” “That’s why you’d be on a tight leash the whole night?” Joyce offered as a solution. “Where I go, you go, vice versa. There’d be lots of yummy food there, too...” She added with coyness. “Like buffet food?” Emily asked with a neutral face. Unfortunately, those never seemed to be too stellar. A bunch of heated aluminum trays filled with lukewarm food. “Dunno, but I’d wager the food you’d have there is better than mine; probably a little above Carmine’s?” Above Carmine’s? That was setting the bar, and Emily falling for the bait was showing. “...I don’t even have a dress ready...” Now she was simply being difficult for fun. Joyce rolled her eyes. “Like you haven’t been pampered like a princess already. Of course you’ll have something to wear! Now come on; wanna come, or do you want to make me lonely for the entire night?” “Fine, fine...I’ll go.” “Great!” Joyce smiled with a giggle. “I’ll ask Amy about getting us a child leash, and--” “Shut-uuup!” Emily groaned, rearing her head back to devour her prey like a beast as she smothered Joyce with a kiss on the lips. Joyce could only flash her teeth with a squeamish noise of glee as she unwrapped the towel from Emily’s head just so she could run her hands through her hair. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see you be so playful!” It was her way of saying how great it was to finally have her away from the computer. “Yeah, well, you didn’t give me much of a choice...” Emily said light-heartedly, but there was some truth to it. “Shush,” Joyce pressed a finger on her lips. “You’re going to be absolutely fine. Now let’s get to bed already; I feel like it’s been a millennia since we both went to bed at the same time!” As Joyce leaned over for the lights, Emily oddly found herself scanning her gaze across the bed, feeling like there was something missing. “Oops, almost forgot him!” A voice could be heard as a stuffed mochi fell into the valley between Emily and Joyce’s bodies. “Where’d he go?” Emily asked, truthfully forgetting their last meeting. “You left him in the bathroom,” Joyce grinned, “I made sure to blow-dry him, though; it was a little humid there...” “Since when do you dry off mochi?” Emily laughed. “Since they started having hair.” Joyce played along, but realism quickly caught up with her mind. “Actually...” she wore a slightly grossed out look, “hairy sweets doesn’t exactly sound all that great...” Emily shuffled herself closer against Joyce in bed. “And I’m supposed to be the silly one...” “No, no, don’t worry, you still definitely are...” Joyce stretched as she found a comfortable position, one that involved Emily’s head nuzzled close against her chest. Most certainly for Emily, it felt like the greatest sleep she’d had in a millennia. Emily, Good morning! I made sure to give you a big big kiss before I left for work! Today’s the first day we’re trying out a new routine, and I haven’t made anything official yet, so I wanted to leave you a note. Today, I want you to do a couple chores around the house. 1. Make the bed (Tug the corners of the bedding to get out all the wrinkles!) 2. Vacuum the living room (I already plugged it in the wall by the TV for you!) 3. Make yourself some lunch (You’ve earned it!) 4. Call me at 12:30PM (I need my recharge!) *5. 1:00-2:00PM You may use the computer for job searching (This one is OPTIONAL!) 6. Put our clothes in the washer at 3:30PM. (I have the washer all set for you, just press the ‘Start’ button. I’ll take care of the rest when I get home!) 7. Don’t cry too much from missing me! (30 more minutes!) 8. Wait 30 minutes 9. Give me the BIGGEST hug you can when I walk through the door! Make sure you don’t overexert yourself today, okay? Call me right away if there’s something you don’t understand or if you just wanna hear my voice! I love you so so so so so so much! XOXOXO - Joyce ❤ Emily had never seen Joyce write this letter, or any kind of letter, so there was room for it being a fake message and from someone else, yet...as she finished reading with a stupid grin on her face, she knew it couldn’t be anyone but the very Joyce herself. It was a lot of words and a lot of love for really three small things to do in the house, padded out by her own interests, as well as keeping herself fed and speaking with Joyce. Hopefully her list of tasks would expand, but for now this was a start. Leaving the small note on the kitchen table, Emily walked over to the fridge to at least have breakfast before washing up to start the day. She tended to those exact things, noticing the vacuum sitting by the wall as she passed through the living room, and first moved back into the bedroom. The bed wasn’t a complete mess, but obviously it had just been slept in. Trying to channel what would have been her working energy into housley duties, Emily took the route of completely stripping the top of the bed just to neaten it down to the very sheets. Overkill most likely, yet Emily felt that if she was too average about it, she’d be out of things to do in a matter of minutes. And while she worked she started to think to herself on the lack of things to do. If Emily could estimate it, even if she gave her all for these tasks, which she planned to, there’d still definitely be time in excess...time she could use to browse on the computer… Her mind felt a little at odds with her heart though. She agreed with Joyce that she’d have designated computer time… But if it were in moderation, maybe? And, as long as she got the stuff done on the list that she wanted, wouldn’t it bolster her case that she could balance both things? Prove she didn’t have to be so restricted? As she reorganized the bed, it was coming closer to a decided conclusion… One honest and thorough vacuuming later it wasn’t even time for lunch yet; just shy of two hours off. As expected, Joyce gave her an ample amount of time. Strangely finding herself looking out for anyone in the apartment that didn’t exist, Emily crept off to the office. Untouched, Emily sat down in the chair. She wiggled the mouse and the screen came to life. Just maybe thirty minutes to check on my emails and stuff… Maybe look at a few postings… Despite it being just another day in the office, Sheila was glad to see that her boss seemed a bit more alert and on task today. It was as if her earlier troubles had sorted themselves out. Either than, or maybe she’d detached herself from the person that she told her about. Either way, her performance was back to where it usually was, and that was a good thing. “Oh, Sheila, that’s right,” Joyce said as she accepted her scheduled drink, “I guess I am staying at the hotel the night of the dinner.” She said it with a smile, which didn’t flag as a problem for Sheila, but it did seem a tinge of strange. She’d never known her boss to be exactly glad over gestures like that. Maybe the first few times, but they tend to add up to the point of being an inconvenience. Sheila didn’t always accompany her, but even from the sidelines it was sort of understandable… “That’s good to know,” Sheila nodded as she made a note on her phone. “I’ll make sure to confirm your reservation later today.” “Thank you. Oh, one more thing, can you make sure that the reservation is for two?” “Two?” Sheila asked, signaling it as confirmation for her ears, but she was honestly surprised. She nodded with a faint glow on her face, like the sun itself was shining from her imagination. “Oh, and that also reminds me; do you want to come, too? I heard that the food is going to be good?” “I appreciate the offer, Ms.Summers, but I’d rather not impose on something like that… If it were for work-related things though, I’d be willing...” “I wouldn’t want you to work the night of a dinner,” Joyce waved off the notion. Truthfully, everything with Emily had put her in a good mood. She was feeling generous, and Sheila’s hard work was always due for some kind of reward. “What if I put you up in a room, at least?” Joyce continued to press, then she remembered hearing from Sheila something on a not so great night. “You and your boyfriend? It’s the least I could do for all your hard work?” And need she mention all the things that she asked of Sheila in excess… “Ms.Summers, I couldn’t do that to you. I really do appreciate it, but we don’t need to--” “But I want to?” Joyce pushed. “I don’t want you to.” Sheila said politely, but firmly. Joyce resisted a grin. Fortunately and not so fortunately, she didn’t fold like Emily usually would. “You haven’t taken any vacations this year yet, right?” Joyce asked. If there was one thing she certainly could remember about Sheila, it was the times that she wasn’t there, awfully because those were so few and far between. “How about that then? You take the day off and I give you and your boyfriend a hotel room? Is it not a nice hotel?” “It is...but if I’m going to be there, I should be on the clock to help--” “But if you were on the clock, how could I get you to justify accepting my generosity?” Joyce raised an eyebrow. “Sheila, let me pay you back a little for everything that you do?” Accepting gifts wasn’t Sheila’s strongest suit. They were nice, but as the supporting role for so long, minimal recognition had simply been the norm. To disrupt that was...well, disruptive. “I...suppose I can ask my boyfriend...” Sheila gave no definitive answer. She wasn’t going to try and talk her boyfriend out of it, but she still didn’t feel wholly comfortable. Maybe it was weird to think, yet it felt like she hadn’t done anything to earn it? Which objective was being extremely modest, given just how much Sheila considered her tasks to be the status quo. And on another note, a dog sitter would be in line as well. “Good!” Joyce nodded with approval. “You don’t have to come to the business dinner, but try to go out to eat? Do something fun; collect receipts for me. I’ll reimburse you for everything.” “I can’t do that!” Sheila raised her voice a little, quickly composing herself. “A room is more than enough, Ms.Summers. I can’t take advantage of you. It’d be a day off, anyway?” Joyce sighed, but still looked happy to have made progress. “Well, if you can go, that’s great; book yourself a room, don’t be stingy, because at the minimum I’m at least paying for that. From there, just let me know if there’s any other kind of bill.” It was most certainly all a definitive maybe in Sheila’s mind, yet gratitude was of course in need. “Thank you for being so generous, Ms.Summers...” “Thank you for always keeping me afloat,” Joyce smiled. Be it in the office or the home, she always seemed to have someone supporting her now. Sheila excused herself while Joyce continued with her work with a drink to help her move along. It was already a regular thing for her, but especially now she was eager to get back home. All the little things she wrote on the note that was left for Emily made her heart flutter and fueled the excitement she was having just to walk through the door. Would Emily really be waiting to give her a hug? She couldn’t wipe a silly grin off her face just from thinking about it. But before that’d even happen, there was also the time that she’d get to talk to her; in all honesty, that was her favorite. It was like a small recharge that she could use to power herself through the rest of the day. Will she call first? Joyce had her guesses, yet continued to play the innocent schoolgirl as she worked away. As her fingers moved so did the time, passing and passing, broken up by a few more talks with Sheila and hearing from other executives. No official meetings yet, thankfully. But, beyond all that boorish routine, the clock was finally arriving at noon-thirty and it was just about time to talk to Emily. Maybe she was making a big deal out of it, but Joyce still made sure that her phone was in clear sight just in case if the ringing somehow didn’t catch her attention. Once it was past a couple minutes, Joyce set aside her work, paying direct attention to her phone. “Maybe she’s busy…?” Joyce quietly murmured, lifting up her phone. She knew she was being overly punctual. Maybe just a few more minutes. 12:35 12:39 12:44 12:49 Finally, Joyce was somewhat frowning with a concerned expression. While there wasn’t much experience to make a fair judgement on something like this, Emily didn’t seem the type to forget about calling her. Giving up on the waiting game, Joyce dialed for Emily on her phone. Emily finally remembered to blink as she rubbed her eyes a little. She was in the midst of writing another cover letter. Easily this is what ate away at her the most, namely because it forced her to exercise her writing muscle, of which she had so little of. Unbeknownst to her, the time she’d been on the computer grossly passed 30 minutes over 2 hours ago. After a good night’s rest her body felt refreshed to find the rhythm again that put her in such a sorry state all over again. Not only that, but the rhythm apparently involved a faint vibrational buzzing noise now, yet it pulsated with its noise. Emily stopped for a second to see if she was hearing things, which she assumed she was, because eventually it did stop. “...I’ll just finish this letter, apply to the other position, then it should probably be time to call Joyce...” She muttered to herself, tracking the time on a sense of feeling rather than visual observation. A missed call. Joyce didn’t like the sight of that. Now it really fell out of Emily’s habits. She tried calling again, but it rang right up until the voicemail. Was everything okay at home? Did something happen? Or maybe she just fell asleep… With that in mind, it certainly was likely. Yet still, losing out on her chance to hear from Emily put a visible frown on her face, like a promised surprise that wasn’t going to happen. Finally though Joyce had enough of the pointless thinking. She navigated through her phone until she had her snapshot back into the apartment via the security cameras. She didn’t have any plans to snoop on Emily, she just wanted to make sure that she was okay… Though, there wasn’t anyone to be found. At least, not in the kitchen, not the living room, not the guest room, not even their own bedroom? While the nursery had no camera inside of it, a funny coincidence considering it wasn’t initially planned to be one, it was locked, and only Joyce had a key. There was only one place left to check, but obviously she wasn’t going to be in there. After all, she had no business there until… And yet of course, there she was. Joyce’s concern shriveled up as soon as she saw Emily, absorbed yet again on the computer as she typed away. She couldn’t see what Emily was up to, but if Joyce could guess, it was an answer she would not be happy with. She sighed as she put down her phone, feeling what she’d best equate to disappointment. Emily had promised her, and by some way or another she had convinced herself to break it. Was she mad at her? No, of course not, but it meant to Joyce that she was apparently being too soft. “Done...” Emily sighed as she somehow found a moment of reprise in the vicious cycle of job hunting. It was long enough for her to check the time, instantly feeling a worrisome feeling in her chest. It was nearly 2:30. All she could wonder in a panic was where the time had gone. Like a cold splash of water she was sober of her technological addition and rapidly closed everything on screen. “Shit…! I was supposed to call her!” Emily realized far too late as she practically jumped out of the chair. “Phone, phone?!” She shouted for the inanimate companion, feeling even worse as that distant buzzing she thought to be mindless noises was actually an important call. It was laying on the nightstand in their room where she had left it while making the bed. Sure enough, her heart sank even further once she saw the missed calls from Joyce. Just as she was about to call her, she stopped for a moment. What if it was a bad time to call now? She could be in a meeting or something? Emily stared down at the screen with a troubled look. Knowing Joyce, she was probably worried; she would want to hear from Emily in some way at least. If not call, then… TO: JOYCE Emily: I’m sososososososo sorry! I was supposed to call!! She sat on the bed nervously with her knees pulled into her chest. Call it a small growing dependency, but she was kneading her toes into the top of Pip who had been nearby. A few minutes later and a reply came. Joyce: I’m in a meeting right now… can’t really talk. Were you sleeping? Apparently she was right about the meeting part, which made her sigh with relief that she did choose to text her instead. But in her text, there weren't any warm or fuzzy words. She was busy, so it made sense why there wouldn’t be, yet Emily couldn’t help but let her guilty conscious already see it as a targeted message. And that part hurt the most. The thought of disappointing Joyce. It was supposed to be day one. The start of something new; rehabilitation. And yet she’d already gone and blown it. What would Joyce think? Emily was better than this. She should know better. She could do better. She was certain to… So,.with a lesson like this already taught to herself...if Joyce didn’t know, maybe it’d be better to just forget about it just this once…? It was a good scare for Emily and it still left Joyce happy. That being said, she’d have to be extra sure to make it up to Joyce when she got home, even if she doesn’t know the full story… Emily: Sorry...I dozed off after vacuuming… The guilt she felt was immeasurable, yet she knew it was a plausible explanation. She wasn’t lying maliciously; it was a white lie… Joyce did it all the time too, didn’t she? So how was this any different? They both had their secrets, so, this was fine...It was okay… There wasn’t any response, and Emily left it alone with the assumption that Joyce didn’t have time to get back to her. Feeling scared straight now, Emily avoided the office like the plague as she tried to keep herself busy. Just to make herself feel like she was still a good person, she tried to adhere to Joyce’s list by making herself lunch even if it did come late. Even if she was being an adult right now, she knew the exact feeling she was going through right now. Naughtiness. Not the sexy, fun kind. But the remorseful, troublesome one. It was what made her feel so small right then despite it being an honest mistake… Everything was going to be fine, yet she lied to Joyce to keep the peace and seemingly got away with it. She tried to forget about it as the day went on, calming down as the time passed… Joyce didn’t move for a second as she stared at the door leading into the apartment, but braced herself for whatever, given what she saw this morning over the cameras. Upon opening the door there was no one waiting for her at the entrance. She frowned a little, honestly disappointed, even if it was sort of joking that she wanted a hug when she came back. I totally wanted one… She silently pouted in her head. Turning around she closed the door and slipped off her heels. “Welcome...BACK!” A loud voice shouted with a wavering quiver as it came with a burst of energy. Joyce slightly stumbled to the door once a pair of arms assaulted her from behind, wrapping tightly around her waist. “E-Emily?” Joyce chuckled as she tried to turn her head around, yet her eyes widened as she saw what she thought she did. With a beet-red face Emily was pressing herself up against Joyce firmly, eyes sealed shut and keeping her lips pursed. While it was strange to see her like that despite the loud and energetic voice, it started to seem more forced than casual once Joyce noticed her distinct lack of clothes. No shirt, pants, nothing. Not even underwear. “W-welcome home...” Emily hugged tighter still from behind as her feet touched the cold slate of the shoe area. Joyce finally worked her hands off of her so she could swap for a frontal hug, which Emily continued to embrace strongly like her modesty depended on it. “H-hello to you too...” Joyce still kept an awkward expression, clearly not expecting this to be her greeting home. “Emily...why are you naked?” “C-...cuz I felt like it...” She tried to look pouty with a protruded lip and pupils to the side, yet her furrowed brow and tomato-red cheeks seemed to sorely contradict whatever act she was trying to go for. Joyce figured there was more to whatever game she was playing, but she also figured Emily was too embarrassed to put it all out into words at once. “Uh...huh?” Joyce smiled a bit, finding a bit of control again once it became obviously clear that Emily was struggling so dearly to be off-the-cuff. “And what’s the reason for that?” “Be...cuz...cuz I...I put all my panties in the wash,” Emily says with a weak ‘hmmf’, already abandoning her stubborn, cool-guy attitude for a different, logical progression kind of trope. Her foreplay was crumbling on account of being too embarrassed to actually carry it out. “All of them…?” Joyce seriously considered it for a second, then had a change of tune once she remembered her own promise. Was this her way of saying that she was ready for baby time? “Well, in that case, it doesn’t sound like you’ve got any panties to wear, huh?” Joyce said, repeating Emily’s own words, yet with a hammer and stake to solidify the loose logic Emily had laid out so hastily. “Y-yeah…?” Emily started to confirm with diction, yet it fell apart just as fast into a question. Had this been a stage production Joyce would have scolded her for making it sound like she herself was the mastermind, but she let it slide on account of her benevolence. “Yes, that is what it sounds like. And you certainly know that my panties won’t fit you either?” Emily had slowly been burying her face into Joyce, still in absolute personal disbelief she had willed herself to fling at Joyce butt-naked. Hopefully this was giving the effect she wanted… “Mhm...” Joyce tutted, slowly pulling Emily back by the wrists to bring her full naked self into view. Emily was like a stumbling doe, nearly slipping over as she tried to follow Joyce’s movements yet simultaneously keep her knees together to mask her crotch. “Now, now,” Joyce gave a stern look, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” she chided. And with extreme reluctance and a small whimper, Emily did shakily pull her knees apart. It was hard to believe she thought that she could pull a bratty act on Joyce while looking like this. Joyce exaggerated a long sigh. “Well since it’s come to this and you’ve gotten rid of all your big girl undies, I guess that really only leaves us with what really seems to be the more appropriate choice for you, doesn’t it?” Emily quietly nodded with shaky legs. “Uh...uh-huh...” And as Joyce looked at her with a waning shock factor, she remembered that Emily already had broken her promise by using the computer so early today. Keeping that in mind, it may have made a little sense as to why Emily was acting so brazenly right now. Maybe working extra hard for brownie points to cushion the moment Joyce inevitably found out? That is, assuming she hadn’t already... Fine. If Emily wanted to do this on account of guilt, Joyce would let her. “And what would that be?” Joyce asked as she crouched to come eye to eye with the embarrassed, naked girl. “Hm? Tell me,” she smiled, “Since you were a silly girl and lost all your panties in the wash, what does that mean you have to wear now?” “D-diapers...” Emily managed to say, but not without looking away. A few fingers found her chin though as they steered her gaze back at Joyce. “I can’t hear you if you look away, honey,” Joyce put on her best chuckle, the kind of laugh a gentle villainess would use. But in Joyce’s headcanon, this was all perfectly justified. “Go on, what do we need to put you in? Say it clearly.” “D-...diapers...” Emily said once more, only quieter as she did her best to look straight on, her face feeling hotter than it had ever been before. “That’s right!” Joyce beamed. “Diapers! Thick, cushy diapers for my little girl,” she smiled as she raised her hand along Emily’s wrist to turn it into a holding of hands than a dragging of the wrist. Though it was virtually the same as Joyce assumed the lead in walking to the nursery. The door was unlocked in a matter of seconds, and Emily was right on the changing table not much long after. It’s been too too long! Joyce practically screamed in her head. She wanted to squeal with joy that they were finally using this space again, like they’d finally opened back up to their other halves after so long. It was like giving oxygen to just a single lung; it was wrong, unnatural, and unsustainable. “Where did we ever get the idea of letting you get to have panties?” Joyce tutted as her outward, stern persona continued. “Maybe I’m the silly one for entertaining it...” “Y-yeah...” Emily filled the space with whatever sounded most agreeable as her head felt fried from the overstimulation. Regardless, Joyce seemed to be in a good mood, so Emily considered it a success, especially because she looked like she didn’t find out about the computer, nor she had any suspicions… Mission successful? Joyce took a long breath as she smiled down at Emily from above, leaning over to take a diaper out of the basket. She giggled so sweetly as she knew this was going to be a great night; making good on the lovely, special diapered cuddles and adorable moments she’d been starved of for so long. And all the same, she’d get to force a confession out of Emily. Emily’s generally embarrassed look froze a little as she heard Joyce chuckle and say, “Ohh Emily...my sweet, sweet, adorable girl. My naughty, misbehaving little girl...” It was all in good fun, but there wouldn’t be fun without scolding. As Emily laid there, the words felt out of place with how things had been moving. But they weren’t, and she knew that. The invisible chains of fate seemed to bridge her left-field comments to something she did this morning… Something she wasn’t supposed to do. “So,” Joyce continued with still a rosy expression, “Would you like to tell me what you did first? Or should I think of my own punishment instead?” There was the pleasant hum as Joyce cooked. Dinner would be ready soon and it will have been their first day trying this new routine. And so far, all things considered, it has gone pretty well. “J-Joyce…?” A sniffling, whimpering Emily moaned. “Yes, hon?” Joyce turned her head with a smile, facing the back of Emily’s head. “I’m...” her voice trembled and was on the verge of tears. “I’m really sorry…!” She sobbed as she started to turn her head. “I know you are,” Joyce tried not to laugh as she left the stove for a moment. “But keep that nose in the corner for ten more minutes,” she said as she gently steered Emily’s face back to the point where the two walls met. “Sorry...” Emily moped, sounding even more disgusted and disappointed in herself. “It’s alright. Once you finish your punishment, all is forgiven.” Joyce said a bit more compassionately as she straightened the waistband of Emily’s diaper, then walked back to the other end of the kitchen. Funnily enough, once Joyce “confronted” Emily in the nursery, not more than a few seconds passed until Emily was an absolute mess. She couldn’t have spilled the truth any faster if she tried. Joyce mentioning a punishment was sort of a joke, but...obviously what Emily had done meant a lot to herself. Joyce was a little disappointed about what happened at first, though it felt unnecessary once she could see how much Emily was beating herself up over it already. Then comes the more unusual part of the aftermath; the timeout. Emily was like a puppy that needed something to chew on. Or as another metaphor, she needed to “atone for her sins”, which wasn’t a lot, but maybe she’d feel better after? In other words, Emily essentially asked for a timeout… And as a passing thought which did make Joyce smile to herself was the likeness to an actual toddler. Then again, with the way Emily seemed to reflect so heavily, maybe even she’d give an actual kid a run for their money. From Emily’s perspective, it was thirty minutes in a scorching hell. String her up, torture her by any means, pull out her teeth, pull out her tongue; anything! She couldn’t believe what she had done. She had promised Joyce, she told herself that she was going to commit to this. And yet, she failed on day one? Not only that, which was offensive on its own, but also her attempts to lie about it and hide the truth from Joyce. She was absolute scum. She deserved this. Only the lowest of the low deserved a punishment like this… And again, back to Joyce’s perspective, all she could see was her girlfriend slouched over in the corner, looking like she had a teary scowl on her face. Under the guise of boiling water, Joyce sighed with a smile as she muttered, “My little crybaby...” “Okay, Emily?” Joyce spoke up approximately ten minutes later. “It’s been thirty minutes, you can come out from the corner now.” “Mhm...” Emily somberly nodded, slow in her motions to leave her grim prison. “Don’t just ‘mhm’ me,” Joyce finally laughed as she hoisted Emily up onto her feet. “The punishment is over, so don’t act like it’s still going on?” “It should be though!” Emily said. “I...what I did was bad, Joyce. I lied to you and I did what I was told not to do...” “Yes, you did,” Joyce acknowledged, “but that’s why you’ll prove that you learned your lesson tomorrow? It’ll be the same situation, so just remember today when you start tomorrow.” While the words meant well, Emily didn’t look very much inspired. Rather, the words were simply overpowered by Emily’s immense, and unnecessary guilt. Finally Joyce was losing her patience with a roll of her eyes. “Do I need to pull down your diaper next and spank you to high heaven? Is that what you want?” The bold suggestion caught Emily off guard. “N-no...” “I don’t exactly want to do that either,” Joyce agreed, “so can we please forget about this now? I was a little upset at first Emily, but I’ve moved on, don’t you think you should too? You’re making me feel like I kicked a puppy.” She snickered, then gave her a toothy smile.” “O...okay.” Emily nodded, finally feeling ready to put this to bed. Yet let it be known that she planned to carry this serious offense with her moving forward. A warrior steeled by their scars of the past. “Good.” Joyce nodded with approval, lurching Emily forward with a firm slap on her padded rear. “Now sit that bottom down at the table. We’re eating and I want to hear all about the stuff you did today, then I’m going to tell you about mine,” She sounded almost like a drill sergeant despite the pleasant suggestion. “Understood?” “Yes...” A smile finally started to come back to Emily’s face. “That’s what I like to hear. Let me get some plates out.” She said as she reached for the higher cabinets. For Emily’s sake, I probably should give her less opportunities for failure… In retrospect, she probably should have seen this coming, but Emily was quite the self-destructive ball of emotions, come to find out. Maybe Sheila might know something about computer software...

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.