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Another earlier post... I'm gonna try posting around lunchtime (EST) for the remaining few chapters too! Also I know today is Tuesday, not Wednesday, but I'm going on vacation tomorrow ?️ Chapter 7 — Silver Spoon “I’m sorry I had to do that,” the Amazon holding me at arm’s-length apologized, “but you’ve got to stop screaming if you want a chance to get away from here.” What was this guy up to? Owww… this expanded bulb is really hurting my jaw. I winced, slightly confused and more than slightly terrified. He could see that I was hurting. “If I remove that, promise me you’ll keep your voice down.” I nodded, eager to get it out. He brought me close to his chest and deflated the pacifier with a twist and a hiss of air. I quickly rubbed my jaw in relief. These damn things were so painful! “Who are you and what do you want?” I asked, perplexed, exasperated, exhausted… My feelings were so numerous and complex I couldn’t even put them into words. I stopped struggling for the time being. Might as well conserve my energy. He’s strong enough to overpower me no matter what I do anyway. “I’m here to save you and I want to get out of the state before the cops show up.” “Save me? And then kidnap me to Mexico to spew babies or test drugs for some cartel drug lord?” I shivered as I remembered the stories that one of the Littles had told me about her time in Mexico before she was rescued in a federal drug raid. “No, Isabelle. I’d never do that. I’m with the Railroad. And we’re going west, not south.” How did he know my name? The Railroad? They were working together? There were Amazons that weren’t totally baby-crazy? I guess it does make sense though… It’s not like Littles are allowed to drive around here. Another Little had told me about how he almost got to one of the Little Islands thanks to the Little Railroad. Unfortunately for him, his fake passport didn’t quite pass muster and he was detained at the port. Poor lad. But if this guy was with the railroad, then… he was one of the good guys? “He’s telling you the truth.” The Little reappeared beside us. My brain almost screamed for him to run while he could, but he clearly had no intention to do so. I was almost convinced, but I needed more assurance. “Where did he get all that high-tech military gear and training?” I questioned the Big. “I can’t tell you that.” “I’m not going anywhere with you until you do.” “Look, if you come with us I’ll tell you myself. I trust him with my life, and you should too,” my rescuer interceded. With a sigh, I conceded and let the Amazon put both of us into car seats in the back of his sedan. He closed the door, got back in the driver’s seat, and drove out into the street. “You owe me an explanation?” I turned and asked the Little. “You should know that the less we know about each other, the better. Never tell anyone who you are, where you came from, or where you’re going, unless they already know.” Seeing me nod, he continued, “As to where I got my equipment and training: I was a Hellcat. I love freedom, so I joined the Railroad.” “What’s a Hellcat?” I asked as we turned onto a main road. “No more questions. It won’t do either of us any good if I tell you more.” An hour later, the Amazon driver pulled off the highway we’d been driving on. As he got out of the car, I quickly undid the seat buckle, just to get some more practice at the complex task. The Little gave me a look of surprise at what I did. When the door beside me opened and the Big reached in to undo the buckle, he too sported a puzzled expression. “How did you do that?” He asked. “The buckle?” “Yeah, I’ve never met a Little who could undo it.” I snapped the straps closed again. “Push, twist, slide?” I demonstrated. The ex-Hellcat tried it, but his fingers slipped when he tried the twisting motion. “Interesting, we just have to push harder than you Littles can. That’ll come in handy for you if you ever need to escape in a jiffy, since these buckles are standard for every device intended to restrain Littles.” “Why are we stopping here in the middle of nowhere?” “To pass you on to another cell in the network who will get you where you need to go.” “Thanks for rescuing me.” I said to both of them as a strange, elongated vehicle pulled up behind their car. “Cheers,” the Big patted my shoulder as he picked me up, “this is what we do for our fellow human beings. Freedom is a right.” I was carried over to the strange vehicle whose falcon-wing door was open. He set me down on the carpeted floor inside. “Good luck,” the Big said. “Thanks,” I nodded and waved as he tapped the door twice, as if he was signalling the driver to get going. Right on cue, the door shut pneumatically and the vehicle started moving. It sounded like a Tesla from back home. There was no engine noise, only the crunch of the wheels on the gravel of the highway’s shoulder. A moment later, the interior lit up, and I gasped at my futuristic and luxurious surroundings. The entire body of the limousine was made of some sort of high-tech glass. What I’d thought were lights illuminating had actually been the glass-like material of the roof and upper half of the side walls becoming transparent. I’d seen electrochromic tech before on airliners, but seeing it in such a large contiguity blew my mind. Just then, I realized that there was nothing underneath the windshield, and I could see right out the front of the limo. It was driving itself autonomously! I watched for a moment as it accelerated to highway speed and turned my attention back to the interior furnishings. One long, white couch-bed stretched against one side of the spacious cabin from front to back, and curved there to form a loveseat against the back wall. The opposite wall had a strange looking cabinet recessed into it, with a variety of amenities behind transparent panels made of what looked like the same material as the limo body. I blushed when I saw that whoever had stocked the cabinet had graciously provided a stack of diapers for me. Just as I was wondering whether the limo had a TV screen, the entire side wall lit up. Wow, the glass was a screen too?? The logo of an AI reminiscent of a home or phone assistant back home sprung into animation with a bounce and a twirl. “Welcome, Isabelle, to the Luxuria Experience, I’m Luxuria,” it said in a voice that sounded perfectly human. The tone could only be described as… luxurious? “Umm… hi. How do you know who I am?” I responded, slightly startled. I could feel my diaper warming. “I have some basic information on you that I received when your journey was created. Speaking of which, I wasn’t able to detect your privacy settings, so I’d like to go over them with you, as mandated by the International Data Protection Laws. First, would you like me to collect anonymous analytics from our interactions to improve my intent-parsing quality?” “Um… no thanks?” “Okay, I won’t use any analytics. Would you like me to connect to the internet for neural recognition? I can also remain entirely offline if you’d prefer.” Damn, this dimension’s privacy laws were just as amazing as their tech. Years ahead of us. “Offline please?” “Excellent choice, my voice recognition software is still state-of-the-art.” “Finally, would you like to enable holographic mode? I’d recommend it for a better experience.” I thought about it for a second before replying. Holograms are cool. And harmless. Why not? “Sure,” I nodded. The limo body turned opaque again, and a bank of ‘lights’, which were really white pixels on the ceiling screen, lit up overhead. I watched with childlike fascination as the animated logo materialized out of the wallscreen and morphed into a humanoid-like body with flexible tubular arms that didn’t resemble anything I could think of. I couldn’t see where the projectors were, but it looked much more solid than I expected! When it reached out a hand, I shook it without thinking. Only after the act did I realize that I had just… touched light? “How is your projection solid? Isn’t it a hologram made of light?” “It is. The wave-particle duality of light allows photons in holograms to maintain a solid state under certain high-energy configurations, since photons are their own antiparticles,” it explained. “Interesting.” I didn’t know a lot of particle physics, but from what I did know, it was theoretically sound. We’d just never achieved a high enough energy density to do something like this on a scale larger than a few photons to reach any empirical confirmation. “My sensors predict that you’ll leak in about two minutes. Would you like a change?” I gave my padding a squish and disappointedly confirmed it. “I can do it myself,” I declined, not wanting a hologram to… change me. Luxuria nodded and grabbed a diaper, powder and some wipes for me, and I proceeded to untape my diaper and wipe myself down without bothering to remove my skirt. Halfway through, I looked up to the hologram’s eyes staring at me. “Umm… can you not?” “Sorry, but you do know that my projection is just that, right? The actual sensors and cameras are built into the vehicle’s interior.” The avatar picked up my dirty diaper and wipes. “Yeah whatever,” I mumbled, skipping the powder and taping on a new diaper. Absolutely no need to make this more awkward than it already is. My parents had once told me that I’d taped my own diapers on as a toddler. I had a vague memory of it, but it was far too long ago for me to actually remember how I did it back then. Instead, I based my taping on how the nannies had done it to me. It took a couple seconds of readjusting, but I got it done and ran a finger around the waistband to inspect my handiwork. Not bad for the first time in two decades, but it’s definitely nicer when someone does it for me… Luxuria turned back around as I stood up and cleaned my hands with an extra wipe. “You did okay. Try to tape it on tighter so it doesn’t fall off when you wet it. Do you want something to eat? It’s just about dinnertime,” the AI said, flashing the time in a floating holographic window and gesturing to the strange cabinet. Okay?! Did I just get roasted by a robot? No, an AI. Har har. My stomach growled, interrupting my sulky thoughts. I was used to having dinner at the orphanage at 7 pm every day, and it was just past that according to the holographic clock. “Fine,” I replied, “are we going to stop somewhere for food?” Luxuria laughed, “No need to stop. The AmeniTea here is state-of-the-art, it can cook up anything you’d like. Wouldn’t you rather get to your destination sooner?” AmeniTea? I was confused, but I jogged over and found some drinkware. It looked like I would have to go with a milk-jug-sized mug, or a sippy cup that was my size. I sighed in defeat and grabbed one of the latter. I’d been drinking out of baby bottles and sippy cups the past few weeks, but it had never been my choice. I managed to convince myself that I didn’t really have a choice here either. I brought it over to a drink dispenser situated just above the level of the top of my head. I didn’t see any buttons or labels, but there was clearly a faucet on it. Seeing my confusion, Luxuria helpfully offered, “It’s a smart appliance. What would you like to drink?” “What options are there?” “It can make any drink you want, so long as it’s non-alcoholic, as mandated by the government under section 1012E of title 441 of the Maturity Laws. The machine has miniaturized pods for several thousand different beverages. It unshrinks and dispenses every drink you can think of, and then some.” “Umm, I’ll have an apple juice?” I loved the apple juice they had here. Much richer in flavor then back home. “Okay, what temperature do you want it at?” Luxuria asked. “Uhh… I dunno, 50 degrees?” “Fahrenheit?” “Yeah, isn’t 50 celsius like, hot?” I questioned. Luxuria shrugged. “There’s people that like their juice hot. Put your sippy cup under the faucet.” I swear this AI is out to humiliate me. Ya just had to say the full baby term. I sighed, reached up — tipping my toes slightly — and did as it instructed. The second my hand left the cup, the room filled with the delightful aroma of apples and the cup filled with juice. I picked up the plastic vessel again, carefully, and took a sip. It was delicious! The aroma certainly helped, and I practically guzzled the rest of the cup. Luxuria refilled it for me, and turned the front and top half of the limo transparent so I could enjoy the splendid nature views as I drank. I watched as the sun set, directly ahead of us, into mountains that I could just barely make out in the distance. It was the first sunset I’d seen in this dimension, and I was stunned by its beauty. The sun was much bigger, yet of softer tones, than back home, and the vivid colors streaked across the sky like a masterful watercolor painting. The moment was made even sweeter by my impending freedom that I could almost taste. I took a deep breath to savor the tranquility of everything. I’d come a long way from the dirty floor of a shack in the middle of nowhere. No matter where life brings me from here, this moment will be one that I’ll cherish for years to come. =========================================================== If you enjoyed the latest chapter, like and comment please! By the way, I now have Discord (DP#4144). DM me for hugs! ?

A New Reality Asher kept tight control over his emotions as he entered his apartment lobby. He gave a wooden nod to the security guard and stalked towards the elevators. He pressed the call button and nervously tapped his shoe against the floor while he waited. Thankfully, no one else joined him and he was able to make it to his floor alone. As soon as the elevator opened, he broke into an awkward half jog towards his apartment. Wasting no time, he unlocked his door and dashed inside. There, he finally let himself go. A muffled sob tore from his mouth and tears filled his eyes as he staggered over to his bed. An hour earlier, Asher had finally heard back from an advertisement company he applied to. He didn’t have much hope of being accepted considering he was barely out of college, but to his surprise he got the position. Eager to celebrate, he decided to pay a visit to Liz, his girlfriend of two years. He’d entered her apartment quietly to surprise her, and heard rhythmic thumping and moaning sounds. He smiled and rolled his eyes. Liz always complained about how thin her walls were, but with his new job he could afford a nice place to live. Maybe then he’d finally be able to convince her to move in with him. He walked over to her bedroom door and grasped the handle. That’s when it all went to shit. He pulled open the door, looking forward to sweeping her off her feet for a late-night fancy dinner, only to freeze as he was engulfed with the thick stench of sex. Liz’s bed was a disaster, a tangle of limbs, pillows and sheets combined into a sweaty mess. The familiar moans and distinct mass of sandy blonde hair peeking out of the covers told Asher who was making the noises, but he had to be sure. “Liz?” The movement halted. After a moment, the blonde hair turned around to confirm his worst fears. It was Liz. “Asher? What are you doing here?” She asked. Asher had a million things he wanted to say––denials, accusations, questions––but he was stunned into silence at Liz’s tone. She was completely calm. She spoke as though she were asking about the weather. Asher spluttered for a moment, and Liz raised her eyebrow impatiently. “Well?” Asher’s mind sharpened, and he uttered two words. “Fuck. You.” Liz’s face filled with anger and she opened her mouth to respond, but Asher didn’t wait to hear it. He slammed the door and left her apartment without looking back. That’s how he found himself collapsed into his bed, body shaking with sobs as he cursed himself for a fool. He’d never been a very aggressive person, and the anger he felt when he saw Liz quickly faded away to be replaced with a deep despair. He didn’t know how long he laid there in an incoherent haze before a phone chime snapped him back to the present. He pulled out his phone and looked at the notification. It was from Liz. For a moment, he considered ignoring the text entirely, but there was still a part of him that hoped this was all a misunderstanding. That there was some sort of explanation. He opened up his phone and read her message. Come back here. Now. Asher’s vision turned red. She had the audacity to make demands of him? After what he had just seen? He angrily pulled up the keyboard and typed out a response. Don’t contact me ever again. We’re through. He forcefully hit send, then blocked her number and tossed his phone away. After a moment, his sadness returned and he collapsed back onto his pillow. His soft sobs lulled him to sleep. (-:-) Asher groggily awoke to sunlight. He groaned and rolled over. He was usually good about closing the shades. Why would he have forgotten last-? The memory of what happened hit him like a truck, and a fresh wave of tears sprung to his eyes. Liz had cheated on him. He had loved her with all his heart. He had wanted to move in with her, to spend the rest of his life by her side. But then she did this. It was the betrayal that hurt. If she wasn’t happy in their relationship, she should have told him. They could have worked it out. Every couple had problems, after all. But cheating was a problem that he couldn’t forgive. Asher gave a shaky sigh and raised his arm to wipe his eyes. As soon as he touched his face, he froze. Something didn’t feel right. His hand and his face both felt too smooth. He brushed away the rest of his tears and hurriedly sat up. Before he even opened his eyes, he realized his entire sense of balance was off. His upper body felt too heavy, and it was difficult for him to pull himself upright. As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see why, but he couldn’t believe it. He had been turned into a baby. Asher had never been a gym nut, but he tried to work out a couple times each week. He was proud of his muscle tone, and thought his fit look complimented his slightly angular jawline. Now every trace of his hard work was gone. His muscles had been replaced with crystal clear skin and layers of baby fat. He held his arms out in front of him. They were shorter than they should be, barely reaching past his waist when he stretched. His hands were pathetically weak, and it took an immense amount of effort for him to make a fist. Feeling sick, he averted his gaze but merely caught sight of the rest of his body. His stumpy legs splayed out in front of him in a bowlegged position. He couldn’t even tell where his ankles were, and his feet looked like they were swollen dumplings with little beans sticking out on top. His torso was no better. His pectoral muscles had vanished, replaced by small lumps of pudge. The small amount of chest hair he had was nowhere to be found, leaving him feeling completely exposed. And below his chest… He poked his protruding belly with pudgy little hands, horrified as his slight touch caused his stomach to jiggle. His skin was softer than he could ever remember it being, as if he had just gotten waxed and spent a day at the spa. Asher pinched himself, hoping that it was all just a dream. His body was more sensitive than he anticipated though, and he let out a soft yelp of pain. Immediately after hearing his voice, his eyes widened. “What the-” He clapped his hands over his mouth. Even his voice had been changed! It was high pitched, yet soft. He thought he even heard it tremble as he spoke, but that was probably because of stress and not inherent. He hoped. He shook himself out of his stupor. He had to get help! He reached out to grab his phone, but it wasn’t beside him. He looked to his nightside table, and once again froze in shock. He wasn’t in his room. He was in a nursery. Now that he was looking, he didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed as soon as he woke up. His view was obstructed by a ring of towering bars easily double his height, and he realized he was in a crib. There were no pillows, but there were a couple teddy bears nearly his size behind him. A mobile of cuddly farm creatures swayed silently above his head, occasionally catching the sunlight from the window and sparkling. The floor was covered in toys, from rattles and teething rings to blocks and toy trucks. He was filled with endless questions, but he forced himself to focus. He had to find a way out. The wall by his crib was bare, and the one across from it only had a bookshelf and what seemed to be a closet. The one to his left had a window, but it looked like he wasn’t on the ground floor of wherever he was. On the one to his right, there was a door. Bingo, Asher thought. He just needed a way to reach the handle. His eyes wandered, and he saw his answer. There was some sort of table near the door. If he could climb that, he could reach the handle and be home free! The table was designed strangely though. There were drawers underneath it, and the top seemed to have some sort of cusion. A narrow trash can sat nearby, and a shelf laid above it. It seemed to hold a few bottles of something, a package of what looked like wet wipes, and a huge stack of thick… white… garments… Suddenly terrified, Asher lifted up his belly to look at what laid beneath. His face sagged into a smile as he realized he wasn’t wearing a diaper, but the expression twisted on his face as he fully comprehended what he was looking at. His penis was tiny. Even with his reduced size, it was smaller than his pinky finger. It took him a moment to identify the slightly loose patch of skin beneath it as his ballsack, and even once he noticed it he couldn’t see a hint of his balls anywhere. A pained sob escaped his throat as he despondently touched his member. Why was this happening? “Oh, you’re a naughty thing! Babies aren’t supposed to touch themselves down there.” Asher snapped his head towards the doorway. In it stood a tall, dark-haired woman who stared at Asher like he was a tasty slab of beef. Her amber eyes glinted as she grinned, and Asher felt himself involuntarily snap his hands away from his privates. Asher was stunned for a moment, and raised his arm to his face as if expecting to find a trick wire. What just happened? He hadn’t consciously meant to obey her, but his body had started and finished moving before he could tell it to stop. The woman chuckled to herself while she waited for the new baby to get over his shock. She loved this part. Asher was hesitant, but the woman may be able to help him. Mentally cringing, he braced himself for his new high pitched voice and spoke. “Please, can you help me? When I woke-” The woman’s face darkened as soon as Asher spoke. She raised her hand, and the light seemed to twist above her palm into a pacifier. Asher paused speaking, mouth hanging open at the woman’s apparent use of magic. She seized the opportunity and sent the pacifier flying across the room into his mouth with a gesture. He gagged at the sudden intruder and tried to spit it out, but it was stuck. He pawed at his mouth with his clumsy hands to no avail as the woman moved closer. “Babies do not speak unless spoken to, and they must always address grown-ups by name. If I allow you to speak, you will call me Ms. Nelson.” Her tone was stern, but there was a spark of amusement in her eyes. She was clearly enjoying herself. Asher scrambled to his feet and tried to move as far away from Ms. Nelson as possible, but as soon as he took a step he tripped to the floor. He tried again, only to end with the same result. He looked at his limbs in horror. He had the motor skills of an infant! Desperately, he rolled on his stomach and crawled to the back of the crib. Ms. Nelson tittered mockingly at him and opened the bars. “You’re just looking to get punished, aren’t you? Well, soon enough.” She reached out and snagged Asher’s leg. He screamed into his pacifier and kicked with all his might, but she merely smirked and pulled him across the mattress. As soon as he was at the edge of the crib, she put her hands to the side of Asher’s shoulders and leaned down so they were face to face. Asher froze. He hadn’t realized just how small he had become until that moment. When Ms. Nelson leaned onto the mattress with a small amount of her weight, his entire body bounced up and down. Her head was the size of his torso, and she had been able to drag him around with no effort. She could squash me like a bug. The thought came unbidden to his mind, and his eyes misted with tears. He found himself unconsciously sucking on the pacifier in his mouth. Ms. Nelson hovered over him for a moment, enjoying his naked fear. She reached out to brush his cheek, and giggled as he shut his eyes tightly. Just like a little boy trying to hide from the boogeyman, she thought. He was even sucking on his pacifier like a baby without her prompting it. He would be well suited to his new role. “Before we do anything though, I need to dress you!” Ms. Nelson scooped Asher up in her arms. Asher tentatively opened his eyes and was horrified to see that they were heading towards the changing table, not the closet. He shook his head and gurgled protests, but if Ms. Nelson heard him she gave no sign of it. Softly humming, she plopped him down in the changing area and fastened the strap across his waist. Asher had no idea who Ms. Nelson was or why this was happening to him, and at that moment he didn’t care. All that mattered was avoiding the diaper that she was obviously planning to put him in. He wrapped his hands around the buckle on his waist and pushed with all his might, but he might as well have done nothing. The buckle refused to budge. Frantically switching strategies, he tried to wriggle under the strap. With his babyish strength and coordination, all he managed to do was flail his limbs. He didn’t move an inch. Ms. Nelson looked down at the squirming infant and pursed her lips. As much as she enjoyed watching his futile escape attempts, she didn’t want him to get comfortable with defiance. She gently reached out to rest her pointer finger on his forehead. “Slack.” A dazed look spread across Asher’s face as the word reverberated through his head, and he slumped limply against the changing table. A moment later his eyes cleared, but they quickly filled with panic. He couldn’t move! He pleadingly gazed at Ms. Nelson, much to her delight, but she pretended not to notice. “In truth, it was irresponsible of me to leave you with no protection. Babies have accidents all the time, and make no mistake, you are a baby.” While she talked, she slowly set containers of baby powder, lotion, and wipes near the tearful boy’s head. “But I couldn’t help myself. There’s something so beautiful about a baby’s first time. I wanted you to be awake for it.” She pulled out a final item, and Asher moaned. It was a diaper. He could see Elmo and Cookie Monster standing on both sides of the Pampers logo. And soon he would be wearing it. Ms. Nelson brought the garment close to his face and slowly unfurled it. Unable to move his neck, Asher had to watch as she rotated the diaper around to view from each angle. He stared in fascinated horror. In his last year of college, Asher’s marketing professor brought her one year old baby to class a few times. He remembered that when her child needed a change, he had been impressed by how thin the diapers were. They seemed so much smaller than what he had to wear as a kid, yet supposedly they had less leaks than ever before. Now, with one in front of him, Asher could firmly say it was a matter of perspective. The diaper looked enormous. It was as thick as his palm, and it was big enough to cover his chest and face with room to spare. Even if he had his adult coordination back, he didn’t know if he’d be able to move faster than a slow waddle with the diaper on. Oblivious to his thoughts, Ms. Nelson continued to fondle the padded garment. She sighed, an expression of relaxation on her face. “Ah, I love that crinkle. You babies are so lucky that you get to hear it all the time!” She was slightly disappointed to see that Asher was too enthralled with the diaper to comprehend what she was saying, but this part was just an appetizer. The main event was about to start. “Alright, let’s get going.” Ms. Nelson reached down and grabbed both of Asher’s ankles in one hand. Before he could process what was happening, she lifted his legs straight into the air and slipped the diaper beneath his bottom. She took a second to make sure it was positioned correctly, and then gently lowered his legs back onto the table. Asher gasped as he made contact with his new underwear. He felt like he was sitting on a pillow. No, a cloud. The padding was almost as soft as his skin, and it seemed to mold itself against his bottom perfectly. If he didn’t know what it was, he would have found it quite comfortable. As it was, he would have preferred to sit naked on concrete for an hour than spend another second in his current situation. While Asher processed the sensation of lying on a diaper, Ms. Nelson grabbed one of the bottles and squirted something on her hand. He was taken by surprise when she grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs into the air once again. He inhaled sharply as he felt a hand part his buttcheeks and spread a smooth substance across his bottom. Ms. Nelson didn’t bother explaining, but Asher soon realized it was baby lotion. Ms. Nelson smiled at his embarrassment as she firmly rubbed his bottom. “That’s right, we have to get the lotion everywhere. We can’t have you getting a rash once you make boom-booms and tinkles.” Asher’s cheeks burned red as he imagined being forced to actually use his diaper, and then he comprehended her first sentence. The lotion was going everywhere? As if she had heard his thoughts, she lowered his legs and squirted more baby lotion into her hand. He hurriedly closed his eyes and braced himself for what came next as she reached towards his frontside. As soon as her hand met his skin, his eyes shot open. He felt… Nothing. It was exactly the same as everywhere else. Ms. Nelson laughed at his stunned face. “Oh sweetie, you’re just a baby. Adult parts are called adult for a reason. Your teenie weenie can only do one thing, and that’s go pee-pee in your pants.” Asher’s face burned with humiliation at her words, but even if he had the ability to speak, what could he say? She was right. A beautiful woman had just caressed his penis with her slippery hand, and it had done nothing for him. He whimpered pitifully as Ms. Nelson lifted his bottom one more time to apply a dust of baby powder. She covered his front as well, and sprinkled a little bit over his torso so he would smell cute later. He sniffled loudly as the powder tickled his nose, and Ms. Nelson gave him a patronizing smile. “Don’t worry, we’re almost done.” Muffled noises came from Asher’s pacifier in a last ditch effort to plead for mercy. His breathing became ragged as Ms. Nelson deliberately grasped the front side of his diaper. She gave him a brief glance, his despair being met with her amusement, before she suddenly yanked the diaper through his legs. Asher stilled. The bulk between his legs was oppressive, impossible to ignore. His body moved around slightly while Ms. Nelson readjusted the diaper, and he could feel a slippery softness as his oiled and powdered skin rubbed against the padding. His eyes misted. This was really happening. Ms. Nelson taped each of the sides together and pressed her hand firmly against the waistband, making sure it was secure. She gave a final checkover, fluffing out the leg guards and checking that the back looked good, before she stepped back and nodded. “There we go! A fresh cushy diaper for a cute little baby.” As Asher laid there, unable to move and forced to wear a diaper for the first time in years, his emotions became too much. He scrunched his eyes up, and began to cry. Snot blew from his nose with each sob, and tears streamed down his cheeks. Ms. Nelson cooed at him and wiped away the wetness from his cheeks. “Sweetie, don’t be upset! You’re a baby. Everyone your age wears diapers, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Her words only made him cry harder, but she didn’t seem too worried. “I know what will cheer you up.” She tapped his forehead, and suddenly Asher felt strength flood back into his limbs. He could tell he still had the coordination of a baby, but it was infinitely better than before. Her hand trailed down his face to brush against his pacifier, and it seemed to become looser. He couldn’t spit it out, but at least he could breathe through his mouth. With a supreme effort of will, Asher gave a final sniffle and stopped his sobbing. He looked up at Ms. Nelson wearily. She looked expectantly at him, as though waiting for something. His face twisted. The idea of being forced to thank the woman who had done nothing but torture him was repulsive, especially since he was sure the pacifier would garble his words to sound more babyish than they already did. However, the memory of how helpless he had been as the giant woman easily manhandled his body was fresh in his mind. If he didn’t strive his best to please her, he could easily end up in an even worse situation. Almost gagging on his words, Asher opened his mouth. “T’ank yo-” As soon as he started to speak, Ms. Nelson swooped her head down and pressed her lips against his stomach. *PTHTHBBPT* Asher’s thank you turned into a shriek of laughter as he discovered that his new body was especially ticklish. Ms. Nelson’s raspberry caused his tummy to ripple, and she smiled as she felt the little boy squirm under her. His small hands pummeled against her head, but he had no strength. They felt like love taps and only served to amuse Ms. Nelson as she blew into Asher’s stomach. Finally, her breath ran out. Asher’s limbs collapsed limply against the table, and he panted heavily in place. It was over. But only for a moment. Suddenly, Ms. Nelson smiled into his stomach and took a deep breath. His body tensed, but before he could do anything she blew again. *PTH-THBBPT* She kept going for five minutes before finally relenting and standing up. Asher laid there in a daze. He knew he should be upset, furious at everything he had been put through, but at that moment it was difficult for him to remember why. His mind was clouded with a haze of endorphins, and as the adrenaline faded from his body all he could do was smile. He felt so… relaxed. Ms. Nelson looked at Asher’s face with amused satisfaction. As she watched, he twitched with a residual tickle and a giggle wheezed out of his mouth. His half-lidded eyes and unsteady smile made it clear that she could easily put him down for a nap if she wanted to. But she had other plans. “There’s my happy boy!” She picked Asher up and held him by her side. “You’ve finished laughing, so let’s get this back in place.” Her hand tapped his pacifier again, and he gagged as his lips tightened around it. He wouldn’t be talking anytime soon. Bopping his nose to get his attention, she pointed in front of them. To his surprise, he noticed a mirror. “Can you wave hello to the pretty baby?” Asher’s mind came back slightly as he saw his new face for the first time. His eyes widened. He looked adorable. Like the rest of his body, his face was chubby with baby fat. The pacifier barely managed to hide his lips, but there was nothing to cover his puffy cheeks, button nose, or wide blue eyes. His head was covered by wisps of bright blonde hair, slightly disheveled from all the thrashing from earlier. He looked barely a year old, if not younger. Numbly, he raised his hand and waved at the reflection, much to Ms. Nelson’s delight. “Oh, you are too cute! I need to get you some breakfast, but there’s a part of me that wants to just keep you here and play dress-up for the day.” Asher winced at the idea of him being manhandled like a doll into different outfits, but he knew that nothing he said would matter. Thankfully, Ms. Nelson seemed to discard the idea and moved towards the exit. “Let’s get some breakfast. Your Mommy can choose your outfit later.” Asher froze. Mommy? ----------------------------------------------------------------- New story! Just an idea I had floating around in my head. Full disclosure, I probably won't update this for a while. I just started a new job, and I go back to school soon. However, I wanted to put the first chapter out to see what people thought. As soon as I find time I will make sure to write more. It might just be in the Fall.

Chapter 12: Difficulties I lay there in bed, in desperate need to use the bathroom. ‘But she said...’ I mean I could just sneak to the bathroom... Would she be annoyed? Angry? Would she punish me? I needed to go badly. So I slowly made my way off the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. I’d sneak out the door and down the hallway to the bathroom. Then get back as quickly as possible before she noticed. But as soon as I put my foot on the floor and I put my weight on it... I buckled, crashing to the floor and screaming in pain. As I rolled about on the floor next to Rose’s bed, crying and screaming, I could feel my bladder let go and flood the nappy I was wearing. But at this point, I didn’t care, I was in too much pain. “Ellie? Ellie are you okay?” Rose rushed in, putting the bowl she was carrying on her dresser and diving to the floor, grabbing me and holding me close. “Shhhhhhhh.” She rocked me gently, shushing, and I could feel a warmth pass over me, a gentle feeling that soothed and settled me. The pain was still there, but it wasn’t affecting me normally, like it was just a few seconds ago. Instead I felt... comforted. “Here, swallow this.” She said as she produced a small cough drop looking thing out of her pocket and popped it in my mouth. Instinctively I swallowed and within seconds the pain had disappeared. “You silly little thing. Come on, let’s get you back in bed.” Rose lifted me up, cradling me in her arms, and put me back onto the bed. Pulling the blankets up and tucking my lower half in, she kissed my forehead and went back over to the bowl she had left on the dresser. It was then that I realised I had stopped crying. I had no idea when, but the residual tears dropped onto my hands. “That drop won’t last long. Then the pain will be back, but in a much more manageable amount. So don’t think you’re fixed just yet!” she said calmly but sternly. “Huh?” I was a bit confused. “It’s a little thing I worked on. It takes the large amount of pain you have now and spreads it out gradually over time, making it much more manageable.” “How did you come up with that?” “I stubbed my toe once and it hurt like hell. Couldn’t stop the pain without too many complications, but I found out I could spread it out instead.” “That’s pretty clever.” “Thanks. Now sit back...” “Owwww!” the pain had returned, but like she said, it was much more manageable. Something I could deal with. “There it is. Now have this soup. It’ll help boost your recovery.” She handed me the tray and I smiled at her. “Do you need feeding? And how’s that nappy?” She put her hand under the duvet and checked the state of the protective undergarment I was wearing. My brain went into overload and my cheeks started burning. “N....no fank... no thank you! I’m okay!” “Okay then sweetie. But once you’ve finished I’m going to have to change you, okay? Oh and here is your bag.” She flicked her wrist and my bag appeared next to my bed. I smiled at her and turned to my case, reaching out to attempt to grab it. “Oww!” “Here pumpkin, let me.” “No! It’s okay! I’m okay!” “Shhh, please, let me help you. What was it from your case that you needed?” “Umm...” I blushed. She knelt down next to my bag and I felt helpless. I wanted her to stop, I didn’t want her searching through my things... but something about her felt like I could trust her with what was in there. It was silly and stupid and childish, and I wouldn’t want ANYONE to catch me with them, but I felt like I could trust her. “Oh!” she said, opening my bag. “Umm... yeah...” “So what’s their name?” She said, pulling out the pull-ups I had packed, putting them off to the side and pulling out my stuffed animal. ‘Do I tell her the truth? Do I... umm... NOELLE SAY SOMETHING!’ “Flopsy. Her name is Flopsy.” I mumbled. “Well Flopsy is adorable. Do you want her sweetie?” I nodded and smiled. ‘She isn’t judging me... is she? She seems genuinely happy and interested... what?’ She handed me Flopsy and I put her in bed next to me, taking extra care not to spill the bowl of soup on my lap. “That’s better. If I had known your friend was stuck in there, I would have gotten her out much sooner! I find stuffies very special in recovery...” ‘Was she teasing me or was she just playing? I couldn’t tell. She seemed really maternal for some reason, despite only being a couple of years older than me, which makes me think she’s just playing.’ Rose zipped my bag back up and stood it against the wall before walking back over to me and sitting down at the foot of the bed. “Go on then sweetie, eat it all up before it goes cold.” “Umm... why are you helping me so much? Why are you being so... I don’t know... why are you acting like my Mum?” “Oh! Sorry... I umm... I’ll leave you alone to eat. Sorry.” Her confidence had disappeared in an instant. I saw genuine hurt on her face as she quickly got up and left before I could say anything. ‘Did I say something wrong? Did I upset her?’ I no longer felt like eating, whilst feeling like I had done something wrong. So I pushed the soup to the end of the bed and curled up with my Flopsy in bed. I wanted to cry but I fought the tears and hugged her tighter. “Noelle? Did you not like it?” ‘Noelle? Where did the cute names go? Oh no. I fucked up already. Way to go.’ “Umm... did I say something wrong?” “What?” she asked. “You... you seemed upset and then left.” “Is... is that why you didn’t eat?” I nodded, tears forming in my eyes. That’s when she ran over and sat on the bed, pulling me in close and hugging me. She smelled like lavender and... baby powder? And for some reason I found that relaxing as I cried into her chest. “Sweetie, it’s okay. I... it’s complicated okay. I’m sorry if I went overboard with the care. I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.” “Why... what do you mean?” “Shhhhh. It doesn’t matter. I’ll go make you another bowl of soup, okay? Don’t worry, I’m not upset with you. You did nothing wrong. Pinky promise.” “Pinky promise?” “Pinky promises are sacred in this house.” She winked at me. “....Okay.” I smiled through the tears and shook her little finger with mine. “Now you rest with Flopsy. I’ll be right back.” I still wasn’t sure what had happened. She said I did nothing wrong, but I still felt like she was hurting inside. What was the problem? I didn’t want to scare her away like I did everyone else. Something about her made me want to get closer to her, which I had never felt with anyone before. A few minutes later Rose returned with another bowl of soup. “This time I’m going to make sure you eat it, okay?” “What, you going to feed me?” “Only if you don’t feed yourself...” her eyebrow raised. For some reason I felt like she wasn’t joking. I took a spoonful into my mouth. “Oh wow! This is amazing!” “I’m glad you like it sweetie.” I felt at ease now the cute names had returned. Spoonful after spoonful, I hungrily went at the bowl of soup like I hadn’t eaten in days. “Be careful not to spill any on yourself, otherwise I’ll have to put a bi... I’ll have to clean up after you.” ‘There it is again! She’s holding herself back from something.’ “Rose...?” “Yes poppet?” “Why do you keep holding back?” “What do you mean?” “You keep wanting to do stuff or say stuff, then you hold back. Is it because of what I said?” “It’s difficult to explain Ellie. Maybe I’ll tell you soon. But for now, trust me, it’s not your fault.” “If you’re sure...” “I am. Now, how about we get you changed?” My spoon clinked on the empty bowl as I sat there in shock. “Umm... do we have to?” “Sorry sweetie, yes. Unless you want to get a rash?” I knew she had a point. And there was no way I had the strength in me to do it myself. Not like I even know how to put one on... pull-ups were simple, you just slip them up and voila! These had tapes and everything! “Fine.” I gave in. “Come on then.” She said as she took the tray away from me and put it on the dresser. Rose walked back over, pulling the duvet down, exposing my lower half that was thickly padded... and soggy. “Shuffle down a bit please sweetie.” I did as she asked. “Good girl.” ...And that’s when my whole body melted into a little pile of blushy goo. Not literally. Although I have seen that happen to a demon before. For some reason that phrase got to me. More than the cute names, more than the maternal treatment she was giving me... that phrase made me want to be good for her. No one had ever made me feel this way before! Part of me was scared of the power she seemingly had over me. As she untaped the nappy, pulling it out from under me and rolling it up, I hid my face behind my hands. ‘Just kill me now. You should have let the demon finish the job. I can’t let her change me like some baby!’ I parted my fingers to get a look at her face, to see her reaction, hoping that she wasn’t put off by having to do this disgusting job. But instead I was met with a smile and the familiar face of Flopsy. “Here, maybe she can distract you whilst I get this done. Don’t worry, it won’t take long.” I took my stuffie and hugged her tightly, trying to focus on her rather than the wipes being used... down there. Rose pulled out a new nappy, unfolding it and shaking it about a bit. “W... where did you get ones this big?” “Shush. We’re witches. We can get anything like this easily. Stop worrying.” “I guess...” She lifted my legs effortlessly, raising my bum off the mattress, and slipped the clean nappy underneath me. Instantly I felt the softness and the padding underneath me and it felt... ‘NO. Don’t even think it!’ She sprinkled some powder down there and I figured out that must be why she smelled like it, from changing me before. Which was an embarrassing thought by itself... “Nearly done sweetie. You okay?” “Uh.... uh huh...” “Good girl.” There it is again! My legs felt like jelly and my insides fluttered. “All done!” I hadn’t even realised she had taped it up and everything, I was too focused on being called a good girl to notice. “See, that wasn’t that difficult, was it?” “Umm... no. I guess... but are you sure you don’t mind?” “Shush sweetie. Of course I don’t mind. You need some extra love and care whilst you’re recovering.” She said as she took the used nappy in her hands and left the room. ‘...Love?' The day passed without event. I watched TV from the comfort of Rose’s bed. She would often come in to check on me, sometimes staying a while to keep me company. We talked about all kinds of things, like my living situation, my friends, my childhood, my powers, her cottage, the village. Honestly I think I actually enjoyed listening to her go on about herself more than I enjoyed talking about myself. I could easily spend the next two weeks listening to her talk about her life. Especially when she smiled whilst telling a cute story of something she did. She even had to change me again, and it felt less intimidating this time. Now though, it was late and I was getting tired. Rose was sat at the foot of the bed, smiling after telling me some story about her and her friend Lily. She yawned, and somehow even that was cute. “Look at the time! I better let you get some sleep.” “Umm... where have you been sleeping if I’m in your bed?” “On the sofa. Your friends let me take that and they all bunked in the guest room.” “Sorry.” “For what cupcake?” “For taking your bed.” “Oh shush. It’s the best bed in the house. You deserve it for sticking up for your friends against that demon.” “Speaking of that...” “Yes?” “How did you beat it so effortlessly?” “Through training, talent, and experience.” That’s when I finally got the courage to ask her the thing I had wanted to ask her all day. “Could... umm...” “Yes Ellie?” “If... if you don’t mind of course... but if when I’m healed... could... could you train me?” “You want me to be your tutor?” “Sorry. It’s a silly idea. You’re much too busy with the village and everything to take on a stupid pupil like me. Sorry. I won’t bring it up again.” She crawled over the bed and sat next to me, draping her arm over my shoulders and bringing me in for a hug. “I’d be happy to sweetie. But there will be rules, okay? And lots of chores. And it won’t be easy. But I promise I’ll take care of you and make you a better witch.” “Tha... thank you.” “Now get some sleep. We’ll get you started on chores in a few days, when you’re up and walking. Nothing too strenuous. Then when you’re feeling stronger, we’ll get started with your magic lessons.” “Chores?” “Discipline sweetie. You need it. You trust me right?” “... Yeah.” I dipped my head and smiled. “Good. But for now, you get snuggled up with Flopsy and get some sleep. Night night ba... Ellie. Sweet dreams.” “Nini...” I rolled over on to my side, snuggling my bunny as Rose left, turning off the light and closing the door. It took no time at all before I was fast asleep, dreaming of her and what the future held for us. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next 4 chapters are available on my Patreon, which can be found here if you go for the second tier. You get two weeks early access to chapters of Witch in Training. The first tier is purely for supporting my writing. 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The story of Franz truly started 34 years ago. He was a different man. A boy really, just graduated high school. Brown hair and not a wrinkle on his face. Popular, athletic, talkative, and sociable. He was the typical beloved popular kid. Throughout his education and formative years, he was taught that Amazons were the greatest of all sapient life to have ever graced the dimension. After all, it had only been 20 years since they had discovered they were not alone. Many dimensions existed alongside their own. Teeming with life, teeming with littles. The lesser lifeforms as they were called. While not yet at the level where they could travel and bring others back, it was only a matter of time in the eyes of the Amazonian public. As they were just that great and capable. Franz bought it wholeheartedly. Clearly Amazons existed to be at the top. To run the show. To put the littles in their place and show them how to live. Amazons knew what was best and could do no wrong. It was around this time, when Franz had graduated, that the mainland went to war. The numerous islands that populate the vast oceans were to be brought under the far superior Amazon control. If mainland littles were lesser, inferior, and childlike versions of Amazons; then Island littles on the other hand… Island littles were no more than feral animals. They needed Amazon influence and assistance. It was the duty of the men and woman of the mainland to save these poor souls from themselves before it was too late. Amazons enlisted fast and far across the country. Proud to be able to intervene and help save those poor littles from themselves. Mainland littles also joined the effort; more than happy to enlist if it meant they were free from the threat of adoption. A practice that was on the rise. Franz of course, did his part. Proud to join in the effort. To bring peace and salvation to these animals. He was sent to the front lines. Providing long range support, sniping targets from afar. Over the months he would island hop with his unit as the Amazons made their way through little controlled territory. For Franz it was battlefield after battlefield. Trips back to Amazon controlled territory were few and far between but morale was high. The men and women serving were eager to perform. To be heroes. However, he would pick up things along the way. Despite being feral animals, these littles had weaponry of their own. They had tactics. They even seemed to have language, though he couldn’t understand it. This bothered Franz ever so slightly. But they were just copying what they saw the Amazons do. Obviously. So, Franz thought nothing more of it. He killed, killed, and kept killing. Small body after small body. Battlefields covered in reddish brown mud and empty shells. It isn’t for nothing. It isn’t. It isn’t, it isn’t. This is for the littles. They need to be shown the Amazon superiority. They need to accept help even if it means being forced to. This is for the good of all of us. Everyone. Justification after justification ran through his head. Anything to justify the carnage he witnessed and partook in from afar. One fateful day… Franz would get cut off from his team. While providing cover his team had to evacuate, leaving him behind in the trees. He would have to travel through the forest to get back to them. He travelled carefully. Through the quiet forest. With just the sound of the wind overhead. The animals long fled due to the near conflict. However, he wasn’t careful enough. A sole little burst from the trees behind him, making a mad dash for the Amazon with a knife in hand. Franz had become an excellent marksman with good reaction time. His practical experience the past few months forging the boy into a capable man. The little made it only a few steps before several bullets tore through his torso. The force knocked his small body back, and into the dirt. He gurgled and coughed, flecks of blood spraying forth onto the bright green grass. Franz levelled his gun at the male little. He looked him over, taking the man in. He was wearing simple clothing albeit somewhat singed. There were burns on the right half of his body that appeared to still be healing. The holes created by Franz oozed blood, the smell of iron mingling with the fresh forest air. There’s no sense in shooting him again. Soon he’ll succumb to these injuries. It would be a waste of valuable ammunition. Franz thought to himself. After checking the dying little’s body for other weaponry he lowered his gun and turned around, heading back in the direction his comrades had fled. “Bast…rd” A small voice speaking a slightly broken version of the Amazonian language rang out. Franz turned around in surprise and spied the little attempting to pull himself into a sitting position. Hatred welling up in his bloodshot eyes. “Giant bastards… illed family… Stol frends…” The little took several wet gasps of air. Painful wheezes echoed from his mouth. Blood pouring unfettered from the wounds in his torso, oozing from around the fingers that clutched the injury. He stared at the Amazon before him with intense pain, hatred, and sadness. Emotions beyond words. Transfixed, almost hypnotized by the man’s final moments, Franz watched. “Wy… Wht id… e……. do………….” Slowly the strength and fight seemed to exit the small, furious body. He dropped to his back, staring up at the tree canopy. He reached up. Towards the light filtering down from the treetops above. “Jauna…” A single tear rolled down the left side of his face. His arm collapsed over his stomach. The sound of his pained, labored breathing began to dwindle. Until only the sound of the trees swaying in the breeze overhead remained. Franz stood there and looked at the man. All this time he’d done this. So far away. So removed from the situation. Hundreds of lives. Lives that now, seemed so much more tangible and like his own. This wasn’t the death of a mindless animal. Shutting these thoughts out, he refused to confront the reality before him. He stumbled away and once more walked in the direction he had last seen his comrades go. Though slightly disoriented he was now lost. He saw smoke rising ahead, in the space between the tops of the trees. Thank god, it must be them. Franz began to jog towards the smoke. Everything would be okay. Just get back to everyone. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe this was all just some exhaustion illusion. Franz began to run towards the smoke. He broke through the thick tree line and immediately shouted out for his comrades. But no one replied. There was no one to reply. Franz stopped. The scent of burnt flesh sending him to a screeching halt. He fell to his knees and retched. Hands over his mouth in a feeble attempt to block the smell. The overpowering scent already ingraining itself into his memory. Unfortunately, he acclimated to the scent. And looked up at the burned out remains of a town. It was small, of course, because it was a town built for littles. By littles. Something that the island littles should have been incapable of. If what he’d been told was to be believed. A town very much like any other town you would see on the mainland, but smaller. He forced himself to his feet. Despite knowing deep down, he had to try. He had to find survivors. With vigor. With desperation. He walked up and down the streets. Calling out with a voice bordering lunacy. Footsteps large and small left trails throughout the town in a mad stampede. Men, women, the old, the young. He found them in the rubble. Some with bullet wounds, some without. But the number of bodies didn’t add up. A town this big should have had more people. It clicked. The broken words of the little flashed in his mind. Now clearer than ever before. Killed family. Stole friends. He clutched his head in his hands. Eyes wide and mouth agape in terror. This can’t be. This can’t be! THIS CAN’T BEEEE!!! It can’t! Franz put it together. How could he not when it stared him in the face so blatantly. The little’s town had been burned to the ground. Civilian littles were taken and those who resisted were killed. This town was the final nail in the coffin. Despite what he’d been told, island littles were clearly people. Smaller people, but still people. Amazons… Were the villains of this story. And Franz a useful fool happily doing his part. Why? Why? Why!? It is all a lie? What are we here for!? What is the point!? Why would Amazons- Why would we- WHY WOULD I DO THIIISSSSS??? The memory of the hundreds he’d killed to this point flashed through his mind and floored him like a punch to the gut. The rivers of blood he’d created all in the name of this critical misunderstanding and his blind faith. No, no no no! No! NO! What have I done? What have I done!? With my hands. With my fingers! With my guns! How many lives have I taken!?How much have I destroyed!? On his hands and knees he cried out. In misery. In torment. In anger. Franz was a ruined man. His belief in his country. His belief in his people. His belief in everything he had known. And his belief in himself. All shattered in an instant. His heart and mind went with his belief. The chaotic storm rolling through his mind subsided, a clear silence took hold. No more thoughts. No more guilt. Stretched to the very limit and broken, he was a new man. A colder, focused man. No… not a man. A weapon. He followed a road leading out of the town. Following muddy tire tracks back to Amazon encampments. ~~~ Franz opens his eyes, now awake. He turns over and looks at the clock on his bedside table. 6 in the morning, a new day. The aged Franz stands up, surveying the tidy but small bedroom. Part of an apartment above Solstice, the eatery he owns. A slight grimace twists his face, replacing the typical neutral expression. It is an expression full of regret and disgust. Can I ever atone? He moves to the living room and from there the kitchen, beginning to brew a cup of coffee by hand. While waiting for the water to boil he prepares toast and jam. The taste of the coffee and light breakfast brings a small smile to his face. The wounds inflicted by his dreams already dulling and fading. Afterwards he gets dressed. Trading his pajamas for his typical butler-esque working uniform. The Amazon opens the door to his apartment and heads out, down the staircase and into the back room of Solstice. With few hours till opening, he gets to work. From the kitchen he opens the door leading out to the alley. So that he may take trash to the dumpster. To the right of the door, he finds a little, wrapped in a blanket and asleep. Leaning against the brick wall. A girl in her early 20’s by the look of her face. “May I help you?” The girl jumps awake, fearfully. She looks up at Franz who is still half inside the restaurant. “D-Do you work at Solstice? I-I was told to ask for F-Franz.” “My apologies for frightening you, I am Franz. How may I help you miss?” “Aah thank goodness. And… Despite how I look, I’m a guy. My name is Martin…” Without missing a beat, Franz offers the little a hand, helping him to his feet. He ushers the little inside, taking a quick look around the alley before he enters as well. “My apologies sir, what brings you to my humble establishment?” “A mysterious little helped me escape from my… Mommy… And told me to come here.” “Witch?” “Sorry? I didn’t catch her name actually. I didn’t get a good look at her face, she was wearing a cloak if that helps.” So, it was her. Franz thinks back to yesterday. Amelia and Gale had visited early in the day. Witch had left in the middle of the night, gone into the city. They were desperate to find her and would start searching that morning. They told the man to keep his eyes peeled and let them know if she entered the eatery. The older Amazon wasn’t particularly worried. He could tell that Witch was capable of handling herself. But… He owed the woman an evening. Martin begins to speak again, breaking Franz from his thoughts. “Actually, I was also told to ask for someone named Gale? That little also said that Gale helps people like me and that maybe some of what was done to me can be reverted…?” Franz smiles warmly. “I believe that is the case. And you may be of quite some help yourself.” Franz pulls out his phone and begins dialing, this news requiring a phone call rather than a text. As he does so, Martin looks embarrassed as he asks the Amazon a question. “Is there a bathroom I can use to… Clean myself up in…?” Franz looks down at the feminine man, a saturated diaper sagging beneath the hem of his nightshirt despite his best attempts at pulling it down. The Amazon mentally scolds himself. “My apologies, of course. We have an employee bathroom you may use. Wipes and spare… Undergarments… Beneath the sink as well as a uniform closet with spare outfits for new employees. There is anti-tape glue solvent beneath the sink as well.” “T-Thank you so much!” Martin books it towards the bathroom, waddling as fast as he can. Franz waits on Gale to pick up, the phone ringing in his hand. Until finally the connection goes through. “What’s up Franz? You know it’s only 7 in the morning, right?” “And good morning to you Gale. I know how important sleep is to you, but there is news about Witch. You and Amelia are going to want to come over, breakfast will be waiting.” “Shit why didn’t you say so, we’re on the way. And don’t forget the sausage!” ~~~ - This isn’t what I wanted - Before I freed Martin, I had entered the room of his captor, Lenna. I didn’t want her waking up since Martin was sure to make noise when a stranger breaks in and declares their intent to free them. So, I threw her into a deep sleep so that I could deal with her after letting Martin go. But now that he’s gone, I’m not entirely sure what to do with her. She’s a bad person. Rebuilding her from the ground up wouldn’t be the worst thing. But I’m not them. I’m not going to make someone into something they’re not. And I won’t meddle with good people. Not anymore. They don’t deserve to have their lives interrupted by me. All this time it should’ve been clear, but I ignored it for my own whims and desires. I bring pain and misery to all around me. Alter her memories. Make her forget about Martin. Give her new memories, fuzzy memories. Memories of adopting me. It is done. The night is still young, plenty of time until she wakes up. I spend an hour exploring the house. Every nook and cranny. It’s a single story, 2-bedroom house with a single bathroom and kitchen. One of the bedrooms of course is obviously a nursery. Inside her bedroom closet I find a find a suitcase. Having probed her mind, I have a suspicion on the contents and its purpose, but I leave it. Hoping that she will behave. I dress myself in a similar fashion to Martin. Pink nightie and diaper, the whole shebang. The cloak, leather armor, and lengthy skirt that usually covers my body is absorbed into myself. I spend the remainder of the night in the nursery’s crib. Feigning sleep, waiting for the day to begin. Waiting for new experiences, new stimulation. - This is not what I wanted - “Good morning little one, how did mommy’s baby girl sleep?” I’m awoken by Lenna, roughly 8 in the morning by the look of the sunlight streaming through the blinds. I coo and giggle in response. Doing my best impression of a ‘proper little’. This seems to irritate the Amazon slightly. Thinking back to what Martin said, perhaps she only enjoys the domination. Her Amazonian parental instincts twisted and bent into an ugly thing. “Did a certain little lady leave an accident for me?” Still, she maintains a sickeningly sweet voice. She takes her hand and inserts a finger past the leg gatherers near my upper thigh. She tsks and withdraws her hand finding the diaper dry. I haven’t used the bathroom since before my body became the way it has. Since before the curse. Anything I eat or drink is converted into mana. She’s going to be awfully disappointed. It’s just as that thought passes my mind that she slaps me in the face. “Mommy expects her girl to wake up wet, otherwise mommy is going to be mad.” Physically the act did not hurt. However, it was mentally painful. - This is not what I wished for - The morning did not go much better or improve my worsening mood. While feeding me a disgusting mushy paste she purposefully missed my mouth and smeared food all over the bib around my neck. In her eyes that was worthy of punishment. For that perceived crime I was spanked and placed against the corner of a wall. Then after my time was done, I was picked up and held against her breast to feed. I had only seen a few cognizant, happy littles do this with their Amazons. But even I could feel the love and emotions that radiated off them. But with Lenna, the only feelings I could detect were thinly veiled contempt and joy at the thought of degrading me. As her cruel smile looked down upon my feeding form. The putrid milk spilling into my mouth. - This is not the caring or love I desired - Then it was playtime. I was sent back to the nursery. Ignored for hours. Playing with the mind-numbing toys that littered the floor. Hours later, perhaps remembering that I existed, Lenna returned. “It’s naptime little lady, don’t want a grumpy girl on our hands now do we? If you nap like a good girl then there will be a reward!” The nighttime diaper I still wore was removed and I was carried over to the changing table where a new, different albeit equally thick diaper was unfolded and wrapped around my bottom. She made no remark about me still being dry this time. I was deposited into the crib, bottle in tow. Not finding the girl’s milk palatable, I turned the contents of the bottle into vapor. Then remembering the exchange this morning, I used a water spell to soak the diaper. The moment the water hit the garment, there was an intense itch. As if a swarm of mosquitoes or fire ants had descended on my nether regions. Why would she buy these? How could she do this? To someone not even fighting back. - I hate this. I hate myself - Lenna would return after the completion of nap time. Again, she checked the diaper around my waist, and found it wet. The girl still appeared unhappy. Perhaps because I did too well a job hiding my discomfort. But still she spoke in that same sickeningly sweet manner. “Good girl, good girl! You napped very well and went wee wee for mommy! I think you deserve that reward.” After changing the terribly itchy diaper out for a normal nighttime diaper, she left me on the changing table. Wide smile on her face. For once the feeling reached her eyes. It was an unhinged look. She turned on her heel and exited the nursery. She returned with the suitcase. - I am anything - - But happy - She beat me. Savagely. Cruelly. Painfully. Excessively. Maliciously. Again, again, again and again and again. As if her life depended on it. Whips, paddles, gags, clamps, and ties. All crafted for pain. All from that damned suitcase. But it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough it was never enough. My lack of reaction to this point had driven her to this. Her need to derive emotional pain from her littles. It made her desperate to see me suffer. I did this. I winced. I gasped. I bled. But I didn’t cry out. And that pissed her off. Has anything changed for me? Ever? All this time. I’m still the same. The same foolish young girl getting used and abused. That’s where and how this all started. In that cave so long ago. And here I am now. Exactly where I belong. With exactly what I deserve. Always running from those who wish to get close to me. Whether it’s Lumina or the people I’ve met here. Hurting them. Ruining every opportunity of happiness, sabotaging myself at every turn. No matter how many wounds I take upon myself I can never atone for the countless sins I’ve accumulated. Can I? My thoughts go unanswered. My body is limp and battered against the changing table. Lenna is breathing heavily, worn out from the constant abuse and torment. One thing is certain. Lenna. Can’t be allowed to run free in this world. Someone capable of such vitriol and evil needs to be stopped. Will be stopped. I will. Kill her. ~~~ Franz arrived back at an Amazon base. Not the one he and his unit had been staying at, but a different one. They welcomed him back. He had been reported missing for several hours and they feared him dead… But were unnerved by him, they could tell he was off. His brown hair had turned white. His eyes were cold and lifeless. He lacked any noticeable expression on his face. Franz was allowed to walk around. He could tell things were different than the bases he had known. This wasn’t just a military base. This was a supplies base. Or more specifically. A supply export base. Little exports. Littles of all sorts. Men, women, young, old, from all over this island. Locked in cells and awaiting transport back to the mainland. Their foreign cries echoed throughout the cell blocks. But Franz felt nothing. Thought nothing. Not anymore. The higher ups were ecstatic. What Franz had gone through in the forest had broken him down fundamentally. He was only capable of obeying orders. And without any regard for himself or anything, without any thoughts in his head to get in the way, he could outperform anyone. He was now the perfect soldier. And he would make an excellent assassin. They disclosed to him the truth of the war. It wasn’t like Franz would do anything about it in his current state. Everything he’d been told was propaganda. All of it. The Island littles weren’t animals. They didn’t need Amazons. But… Amazons needed littles. With decreasing birthrates and the Amazonian drive to care for children, mainland little supplies couldn’t keep up with demand for ‘permanent children’. Even the morally questionable breeding facilities couldn’t build up enough stock. Selling the mainland Amazons on the war was easy. The politicians and war machine would profit from the new little imports. And the captured land could be annexed to the mainland and transformed into new tropical Amazonian land. The economy would thrive on all fronts. All the while the Amazon people would sit back and sleep soundly. Believing that they were helping those poor island littles. Franz followed all orders and throughout the remainder of the ‘war’ he assassinated countless littles. From close quarters to long range. He killed and killed. Till rivers ran red with the blood of his victims. Coating him from head to toe. Ultimately it was a breakthrough in the portal technology that ended the war against the island littles. After just 4 years. Who needs to waste money putting soldiers on the ground when you can just pay the power company a few extra dollars a month and keep a portal open from which you can grab an endless amount of littles. Officially for the Amazonian public, a treaty would be forged between the mainland and the island littles. Really, it was just a promise that island littles would be left to their own devices. And no, captured land and captured littles would not be returned. The end of the war brought no relief to Franz. An assassin’s work is never done. He was sent back to the islands, as if he hadn’t wrought enough havoc. Many little dissenters to the treaty were slain by his hand. He was sent through the portals. Abduction of guarded individuals, assassination of those who found out about the Amazons and their dimension. He did it all and without question. On his 30th birthday, he was allowed out. For the first time in a long time. Free to determine his own fate. He wasn’t needed anymore. Robots were in. People were out. He’d spent so long not as a man, but a tool of war. A blade to be pointed at enemies. Franz was left at his home, to waste away. Doing the bare minimum to keep himself alive. As last ordered. The LRS was an upcoming organization. Leadership knew of Franz and his inability to think for himself. The man had made quite the name for himself, and they knew they had to get to him before another organization did. He was recruited and given the resources to heal. With healing comes the pain of remembrance. The pain of becoming human again. Franz could finally think for himself once more. To him, the amount of blood on his hands could never be cleansed. He’d allowed all this to happen. So many littles doomed and damned. All by his hand. He could never hope to atone, but he vowed himself to the LRS. He moved to the island where it all started and opened a small diner where littles and LRS agents could convene with nothing to fear. Forever he would be haunted by his actions. Forever. Chapter 12: Atonement ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I finished this up a little early so decided to release it early to 'atone' for last week's split release. It's a bit on the longer side, but I just couldn't stop writing. I'm particularly happy about this chapter. Thanks to all those who continue to read this story and those who comment. I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter.

Thank you all for the support and thoughts! I'm really enjoying writing this, I probably won't keep up this pace but I already have the rest mapped out for the most part, so don't worry I will finish it. Se chapter 5 below. Still not proof reading lol. CHAPTER 5: CHECKING IN Karen’s black suburban made its way slowly along the extensive driveway leading up to the main cabin. Black Bear Resort and Lodge was a low-density compound across 100 acres on the Arcadian coastline. Each room was an individual cabin with its own entry and patio. The main lodge, along with the amenity center and pool were nestled at the back of the property along the vast shores of Bal Harbor. As they made their way toward the lodge to check in, Karly was excitedly pointing at wildlife, trees, plants and various features she recognized as they passed by… “Look mommy it’s a big tree!” Karly shouted in joy. “Yes honey that is a tree, what smart girl you are!” Candice praised the little girl, “Do you see the pretty bushes over there, what are the colorful leaves called darling?” “Those are flowers mommy! That’s silly” Karly said laughing at her mothers question. “Yes they are my smart girl” Candice said – she then turned to Kyle “Did you see the deer we just passed Kyle? Aren’t they pretty? Do you have a favorite animal cutie?” she asked excitedly. Kyle just looked away trying not to think about his current situation and escape the conversation. He didn’t want to engage with Candice at this moment, he was just focused on enduring the next 30 minutes with the least amount of embarrassment as possible, which at this point was going to be impossible. “Aww is someone being shy because they have stinky pants? It’s really alright cutie – we’re almost there and we’re going to get you all clean very soon okay. I promise it’s all going to be alright” Candice reached in the back seat rubbing Kyle’s leg trying to get him to make eye contact but he continued to look away. Karly looked over at her mother finally realizing the situation “Heehee he has poopy pants! I no poopy mommy!” She shouted proudly “Hey little miss don’t you be making Kyle feel bad, you’re his friend and friend’s support each other. Also didn’t I just change someone’s poopy diaper when we stopped at the gas station?” “I soowy mommy, I be nice” Karly shyly responded. “That’s my good girl and you know what I better check that diaper cuz you’ve had a lot of juice and I be you someone needs to be changed.” Candice chided She reached over attempting to inspect her child as Karly squirmed around in her chair. “Yep just as I expect Kyle’s not the only one in the car in need of fresh pampers. We’ve got two diapers that need to be changed!” Candice said cheerfully. Kyle couldn’t believe what was happening, this morning he woke up a 20 year old boy and somehow in less than 8 hours he had been reduced to a toddler. His train of thought was broken abruptly when his mother spoke up from the front seat. “Well, we’re about to pull up to the main cabin, so we’ll get checked in and get you both taken care of ASAP. Just sit tight, we’ll all be nice, comfy and settled in before you know it!” Karen said cheerfully as she continued to navigate the road. Kyle was dreading this moment; he’d realized the massively embarrassing predicament he was in immediately upon driving through the front gates 5 minutes prior. How was he going to avoid being seen or smelled for that matter? He only hoped that his mother, sister and Candice would be discreet about his current state and shield him from being exposed. The suburban pulled up to the grand lodge, it has a circle driveway that wrapped around a large bronze statue of a standing black bear which was holding up the pitched awning leading into the foyer. Kyle’s seat was on the right side of the car and unfortunately because of this – he was directly next to the valet as they approached the front entrance. He immediately panicked as he saw the young valet woman the began to approach the vehicle. He realized he still had the pacifier in his mouth and immediately removed it stashing it in the front pocket of his bib overalls. As they came to a slow stop the cute young woman who must of not been much older than Kyle was only 5 feet from the car and his heart was beating a million miles a minute. She gave them a big wave and said “Well hey y’all – did you have a nice trip!” as she approached the window of the front passenger seat. “Can I help you with your bags? Looks like you have your hands full with two littles one’s there in the back! My name is Darlene by the way!” she said in the most bubbly tone you could imagine. Candice replied with a big smile “Well that would just be awesome, these tykes have been cooped up in here for 6 hours and are starting to get cranky, best we get them settled in sooner than later – here we’ll pop the trunk! Thanks so much” “Awww I totally understand – I actually help out with crafts for the nursery children at Little Cubs” Darlene said. As she headed toward the trunk of the car, she stopped at the open back window and was eye level with Kyle sitting in his car seat as she said “Look at these cuties! You two are going to have so much fun at Black Bear, just wait!” As she stood there for a moment, she did a quick double take of Kyle noticing his larger size, it was then that she got a whiff of the stench coming from the car causing her to quickly scrunch her nose but then she quickly gathered herself defaulting to a smile saying “well it looks like you do have your hands FULL ladies! I’ll get these bags in the lobby for you, so you can sort out this kidos, I think someone might need a new diaper!” Darlene laughed kindly as she quickly scuttled to the back of the car to start unloading. Kyle’s face turned 8 shades of red and he attempted to sink as low into his seat as possible. Kayla saw his reaction and leaned over to whisper in his ear “Hey little buddy, you might want to just put in your paci to play the part, I think it might actually help you out in this situation” Kyle couldn’t tell if she was making fun or if she was serious but he just ignored her, crossing his arms and letting out an abrasive huff. He felt like he wanted to cry but he wouldn’t dare draw attention to himself in this moment. It was right then that Karen opened Kyle’s door “Well here we are, now let’s get you out of your seat right quick so we can move things along.” His mother said in the kindest comforting voice. “Now Kayla can you help me with this, he is a bit stuck in his seat, so if you can grab him gently from the back and help guide him off the seat so he doesn’t get all icky.” “Okay mom!” Kayla agreed. Kyle couldn’t believe they were making this a two-person job, he was just getting out of the chair her thought to himself. His mother unbuckled his straps, she took both his and as he began to scoot off his seat, he felt his sister come up beneath his arm pits supporting him off the seat as he gathered himself getting out of the car. “Wooweee someone is very ripe indeed! We need to get you all cleaned up ASAP little bro” Kayla said playfully Kyle just closed his eyes hoping this was some type of dream. As his feet finally hit the pavement, he was met with immediate relief to finally be out of the car. He leaned against the side of the car looking down trying to avoid the reality of everything going on around him. As he looked cautiously to the side, he saw Karly getting settled into her stroller by Candice and Darlene making funny faces for her as she continued to pack up the dolly with their luggage. Suddenly Kyle’s mom, who was donning his diaper bag and pulling her roller from behind, grabbed his hand hurriedly and started toward the main doors. He was immediately struck by the foreign feeling he had in his pants. His stride was off balance and his very full diaper forced a slight waddle as he did his best to keep up with his mother leading him into the main lodge. He maintained his strategy of looking at the floor – hoping that if he couldn’t see people, they wouldn’t be able to see him. He started to think about putting in his pacifier, at least with it in, he wouldn’t be forced to say anything to anyone if he was posed a question. It was too much to consider in the short walk and he decided against it. Before he knew it, there they all were, standing in line waiting for one couple to finish up checking in at the front desk. As the couple departed the woman at the front desk waived them over with a big smile “Welcome to Black Bear Connors Family!” she said cheerfully. “You’re just so amazing here, always remembering your guests names and faces!” Karen said excitedly as she approached, still grasping Kyle’s hand as she walked forward. “We do our best mam” the woman said with a smile. “Now I see here we have 5 guests, one Deluxe Family Cabin for Karen, Kayla and Kyle, then one Junior Family Cabin for Candice and little Karly is that right?” she asked assuredly “Well yep that sounds just right, is there any paperwork you need me to fill out before we get settled?” Karen asked presumptively “Yes – there is always that pesky paperwork, its just a handful of forms to fill out, one general and then another specific one for Kyle, if you do still intend to have him in Kids Club on select days, we already have the form Candice did for Karly” she said to confirm “We absolutely do intend to have him ATTEND, so let me go ahead and get that done right now.” She then turned to Kyle “Hey baby I need to do this real quick, so you go over and wait with your sister and Candice okay” she said to him with sincerity Kyle eager to escape the interaction with the front desk, quickly waddled over to Kayla and instinctively grabbed her hand. Kayla was surprised by this but didn’t say anything, smiling and putting her arm around her brother, sensing how scared he was in his vulnerable state. Karen vigorously started filling out the paperwork and chitchatting with the concierge. “Now are the rooms ready now – I know check in is at 4 and we’re about a half hour early” Karen said as she was moving the forms with pace. “Well let me make a call but I know the Deluxe Family Cabin vacated this morning, so they might not have it quite ready – unfortunately I can’t give keys until I get the final go from our maintenance manager.” She said earnestly. “I really appreciate that, we just would love to get in so we can freshen up from the car ride, the littles ones could definitely use fresh pampers” Karen said with a smile. The woman blushed slightly and nodded with a smile as she jumped on a quick call. The minutes felt like hours to Kyle as he rocked slightly back in forth, feeling his mess squelch between his legs and trying his best to ignore the smell that he knew was emanating from him. He just continued to squeeze Kayla’s hand hoping this would be over sooner than later. The concierge hung up the phone and returned to her conversation with Karen “So I just got off with maintenance and they did say it was going to be about 30 minutes until the rooms were ready, I hope that isn’t too much of an inconvenience. We’ll be happy to get you some complimentary beverages and some snacks in the lounge as you wait. Let’s just get your check in done and hand out your wristbands then we’ll get you all settled.” She said politely and kindly “Oh we totally understand and no problem at all, you did say 4 PM was check in! Not a problem, well looks like I got this all done, why don’t you take a peak and see if it’s all there” Karen replied respectively. “Alrighty just let me review this and then we can get everyone over here so I can put their wristbands on, don’t worry if they break we have more!” she said kindly and to the back to file the paperwork. Karen turned to her group with the news “Hey guys, so looks like we’re just a little bit early, but don’t worry we can hang out here and get some snacks – she says we should be in our rooms within 30 minutes or so.” Kyle’s heart dropped, how could this be the case – he’d endured that last 45 minutes with the anticipation that his issue would be addressed shortly and now he would have to wait another 30 minutes in a public place with a messy diaper on, this was a nightmare that just wouldn’t end. He quickly spoke up to voice his concern. “But mommmm – what about my you know what, I’m really uncomfortable and this is so embarrassing!” he pleaded with his mother. “Kyle you’re just going to have to wait patiently unless you want me to lay you down on the floor and change you out here in the open, we don’t have a lot of other options.” Karen responded sympathetically. Kyle was defeated and just looked down with slightly teary eyes. He just wanted this to be over already. “Okay Connors family come on over and I can get your wristbands for you.” the concierge called from the front desk. The all walked over and she said “alright now these are tricky, so I like to do them for the guests – how about we start with little Karly – can you just lift her up here and we’ll get it on her” the lady said. Candice reached down and unstrapped Karly from her stroller, hoisting her into her arms and plopping her bottom on the desk. Karly was beaming with a big smile at the little ride she had just gotten. “Alright little miss – guess what you get a special Rainbow bracelet! Isn’t that pretty” the lady said in a sing song voice. Karly smiled and let the woman put the wristband on her. The woman proceeded to call our Karen, Candice and Kayla who all received dark green wristbands – this gave them access to the bar, adults pool and late-night activities at the resort. Kyle was last to be called to the front desk. “Alright now we just need to do Kyle, can you come give me your wrist young man.” Kyle meekly approached the front desk presenting his wrist to the woman. “Now you’re extra special so you get two wrist bands, a blue one and a rainbow one! Isn’t that fun!” She said cheerfully. Kyle managed to fake a smile, looking at the woman in the eyes and asking “why do I get two wristbands?” “Well the blue one is to show everyone that you’re a big teenager, so you can still do the teenage activites, the rainbow one just lets the staff know that you need a little extra help sometimes, that is all sweetie – you’re gonna have such a ball this trip. I hope you’re excited!” She answered gleefully. Kyle blushed deeply and thanked her turning away back to his sister. As he was turning away the smell from Kyle wafted upwards and the woman caught his strong scent causing her to wrinkle her nose and stand slightly upwards. She then turned to Karen and said “You know Mrs. Connors, if you need to straighten out your littles ones here, I can have Darlene unlock the Children’s Center in the back right corner of the main lodge, there are several changing stations in there, the campers aren’t scheduled to be back from outdoor activity for another 45 minutes or so. It really would not be a problem and I think this young man might be overdue for a new diaper.” She said nodding to Kyle. “Oh that would be wonderful!” Candice, Karen and Kayla all said in unison – laughing hysterically at how they synchronized. “Alrighty well I’ll get Darlene on it right away” she said and then went to grab her radio. Not 15 seconds later Darlene came walking swiftly into main lodge. “Alrighty gang lets get these two kidos sorted out ASAP, you all follow me right this way!” she said cheerfully. “Hey mom” Kayla started “Is it okay if I stay here, I wouldn’t mind going over to the lounge and socializing a bit if that is okay” she asked politely. “Oh of course sweetheart, don’t worry I’ll take care of your brother, you go have fun but this means you owe me on the next smelly diaper” she said jokingly. Kayle laughed rolled her eyes and then skipped off to the lounge as Karen held Kyle’s hand following Darlene along with Candice and Karly toward the Children’s Center. Kyle followed tailed his mother at the back of the group with head down, still managing a forced waddle and dreading what awaited him ahead. This not what he imagined all when he embarked on this vacation. He just hoped as the woman said, that they’d have the room all to themselves, he couldn’t stomach being exposed to everyone like that. As they went out the back and start on the path toward the right wing of the huge main lodge – Kyle could make out a colorful sign hung out over two double doors that had a Baby Black Bear on it wearing a diaper, as they got closer he could make out the letters it reads “Little Cubs Den”… oh great is this where I’m spending my summer vacation? He thought to himself. Darlene quickly skipped ahead to unlock the door, as they approached, she held the door wide open for them and said “Welcome to Little Cubs Den! Now don’t get to excited you two – it isn’t playtime right now, but we’ve got plenty of time to have fun here over the next few weeks. Your mommy’s just need to get you fresh diapies real quick and this is the best place to do that!” She said gleefully. Candice pushed Karly through the threshold as Karen and Kyle followed behind her. Darlene took another glance at Kyle as he passed her with his head down, she was still a little confused with his circumstance and thought she recognized him from somewhere but couldn’t quite figure it out so just let the thought pass. She then entered behind them to quickly point them in the right direction. “Alrighty so over there in the back you’ll find the three changing stations – everything you need should be there. You may want to use the one in the little boys bathroom” as she looked aside to Karen who was holding Kyle’s hand. “Holler at me if you have any problems and just let the front desk know when you’re done so I can lock up! Enjoy your stay!” She said excitedly as she exited the room, letting the door shut behind her. As Kyle took a moment to finally look up and assess his surroundings, he found himself in what could only be described as a very large daycare center. It was forest themed, with colorful wildlife murals adorning, the soft matt flooring was various earth tones of dark green, light blue and beige. There were art projects posted to the windows and he could see rows of cubbies with various toys stowed away. As he followed his mother deeper into the room, he noticed a number of cribs lining the inner wall of the room and to his right he saw a playpen. He didn’t have time to see much else as his mother was hurrying toward the back where he saw two restrooms, and then two changing stations that were built into the wall next to them. Candice pushed Karly toward the area Kyle was looking at as Karen pulled him toward the boys restroom. Kyle was relieved to see that he was finally going to be granted some sort of privacy. As they entered, he noticed an extra-large changing station that was built into the left side of the restroom wall. It must have been 6 ft long and 3 ft wide. There were wipes, lotion, and powder stack with some diapers at the end of the table. Kyle couldn’t believe that he was about to be exposed to his mother on baby changing table in a daycare of all places! Karen bent down to look at Kyle in the eyes “Alright sweetie, you’ve been such a good boy for me today and I know this a lot for you to happen at once, don’t worry we’re going to check in on everything and go over stuff when we get to the room but right now – we need to get you in a new diaper, so you can you be a brave boy for me?” she said. Kyle blushed deeply and just nodded his head not wanting to continue the conversation in words or even put up a fuss, it didn’t see worth it. With that Karen suddenly unbuckled the straps of his Shortalls, letting them fall to the floor. She then grabbed him by his armpits and hoisted him into a firemans carry, laying him gently on the table. Kyle forgot how strong his mother was, he felt so small being lifted like that. She lifted up his shirt past his belly button to get it out of the way. Then she grabbed Kyle’s diaper bag that she’d set on the floor to grab another diaper. “Now just to keep consistent with the rules, were doing another diaper for the rest of the day” she said. Kyle just closed his eyes trying not to think about what was about to happen. “Okie dokie lets get you out of this stinky smelly diaper mr. poopy pants” she said as she undid the tapes of his extra full megamax. As the front of his diaper was let down, he was surprised by the strength of his own smell and couldn’t believe his mother was managing this. As she proceeded to lift his legs and remove the soiled diaper, he peaked one eye open to gauge how she was doing. He was surprised to see her smiling and methodically running through the motions. She took out several wipes to prepare for the extensive clean up. “Whoosh this is one stinky butt, alright this is gonna be cold cutie and but we gotta do it.” She then proceeded to clean him thoroughly, wiping in between ever crack and crevasse her knew he had around his crotch. After what felt like 5 minutes she was finally satisfied. “Okay well the tough part is all over Kyle, now we just gotta put a new one on you” she said cheerfully. She then proceeded to lift his legs and slide a new diaper under him. After which she swiftly dusted him with power and applied a little bit of rash cream before taping him securely in fresh new diaper. “All done!” she said clapping her hands “You were such a good boy for me” she praised him. Kyle’s eyes were still tightly shut as his mother sat him up off the table, letting his legs hang off the side. As he opened his eyes, he was surprised by how good he felt. His mother gave him a big hug. “Can you give mommy a kiss” she asked as she presented her cheek. Kyle embarrassingly complied and, in that moment, actually really appreciated his mother. Even though she was torturing him in so many ways with all this, he’d never felt so much love from her and never felt so cared before. It struck him how odd it was, that a fresh diaper could feel this amazing. She proceeded to guide the shortalls onto his legs and then had him hop off the table, pulling up his outfit at the same time. She quickly did up the straps and tucked in his shirt. Then gave him another hug and patted his diaper saying “I’m so excited to spend special time with you on this vacation, now lets go get our room keys so we can start having fun! Kyle blushed and gave his mom a smile. To Be Continued

When I started out at my job I never revealed that I did my own drawings and that I had been into photography as a hobby. I had done drawing in animation and cartooning back in high school. I was hired for a worldwide company as an accountant in 1995. I was there at a desk in an office alone working and of course I had my pullup on as a regular diaper lover would have. I was at my desk doodling on down time, and in comes my manager and the owner of the company, I had not a clue who this man was. My manager introduces me and the owner shook my hand and was staring at my doodling. I was bored and had been drawing some old cartoons I know. I always had a warped sense of humor and my exact drawing was Gumby and Pokey having sex. I was trying desperately to cover up the cartoon with my elbow,, but it was in color and was out in plain sight. I was a bit embarrassed as the owner picked up the pad and just burst out laughing like Santa yelling Ho Ho Ho !! He looked at me and asked if I had a portfolio of drawings and I loved to doodle and had my case with me. He was looking through my work and shook his head. My manager was standing in the background quiet and what looked to be a bit fearful. The owner took my hand and asked if I ever worked with animation. I told him honestly that I did draw for my high school paper back in 1981.. he asked me to come in the following morning bright and early at 4:30AM. The following morning he was waiting for me at the service door with a security guard Joe. We sat over a cup of coffee and he explained to me what was going on. He mentioned the cartoonist that did the ads you all see in newspapers was retiring and he wanted a fresh face, something totally new and he wanted to do this with me. I really had no idea that I would be in charge just a year later and that I would have my own crew of photographers and videographers to go out in the field and do runway shows and convert many of these dresses and gowns and fashion into animation. The company actually paid for my basic computer skills. I loved it and I realized I could still wear my diapers. Weird thought right. It was wonderful and I got to pick and choose my crew. The owner of the company is a great man and turned out to be a wonderful boss and friend. I was honored that he actually wanted me to do his wedding pictures a few years later. I'm sitting here crying thinking of the chance this man took on me and how life changed for me. Here I was with college degrees in accounting and business drawing on a computer screen with a mouse and making triple of what I started out as. I love my job, I love my crew, and they are like my second family. My first husband was so proud of me and I loved the support he gave me. Up to present day I still love my job and it has opened so many opportunities for me. I am still a very humbled Latina that grew up in The Bronx and never took anything for granted. I want to dedicate this to a loving face that I saw every morning Mr. Joseph. He was the security guard that opened the doors for me every morning for twenty two years and walked me to my office. He passed from the covid virus last year and I do miss his wonderful smile and sense of humor. I never asked about his personal life and he was always the perfect gentleman. Joe this shot of tequila is for you buddy !!! Many people will never understand my dedication to my job, but I was given a million dollar shot at a future. The owner took a chance on me and I am proud to serve a company with all my heart and energy. I think about it and I have six years to retire, What will retirement be like ?? And I still love my diapers and wear them faithfully. I also wish to thank @~Brian~ for giving me the chance to read this question..

Tell us something interesting about you! Me: I have worn diapers while talking to numerous celebrities, and at least one of them was wearing one too.

Could you say who it was Mikey? As for me, I guess something interesting is that I have made the 7-10 split in bowling out of a full rack of pins, leaving the other 8 standing. I didn't know that was even possible when I did it.

My Nana had meneire's, she'd get dizzy spells and have to lie down on the floor till it passed. Maybe you should take the drug and go for a lie down and sleep it off, that's what I'd do.

There are people who can't eat by mouth for various reasons and live on blended diets taken via feeding tubes. Many of them lead healthy, active lives. Blended food is still "actual food." Even if it is lacking in some nutrients (which would depend on what foods you choose to blend) a week wouldn't be long enough to cause any serious problems.

Chapter 10: She toddled beside the nurse, bowlegged, and hand in hand down the hallways. The time she tried to escape seemed like so long ago. But her plan was working, a little too well and they were eating right out of the palm of her hands. The wet pull up wasn’t uncomfortable per say, but she definitely didn’t want to stay in the padding because it left a sour smell in its wake. But Emma found herself not caring, not realizing how frequently the nurses were dragging her toward the pott- bathroom before she wet herself. Which most often did not happen. Her eyes wandered around, caught up with the artwork hanging on the wall from the older kids. They were near the classrooms. “Come on, sweetie!” the woman beckoned, dragging her along. “You can finger paint when we get back to the playroom but right now you are a very messy girl.” Messy she was indeed. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, feeling a few more drops leak out into the already swollen padding around her waist. She wore no skirt, only a frilly t-shirt and hair was separated into two tight braids on the top of her head. It didn’t bother her as much as it should have but Emma reminded herself, it was all a part of the plan. And it was going swimmingly well. They turned a corner and the nurse pushed open the door, leading her toward the little training potties pushed against the wall. “N-nah,” she gnawed on her bottom lip and whimpered as the woman reached forward and pulled at the straps of the pull up. “How are you going to finish going potty if we don’t take off your pull up?” she cracked a smile, raising her hands in question. The woman made a good point. But Emma still wasn’t comfortable in the bare state. Maybe if Nurse Janie was here… she could help her go potty. “Myself!” she crossed her arms over her chest. “No help!” An unsure look fell over the nurse’s face and exclaimed, “Little girls need help on the potty! What if you fell in?” Of course she wouldn’t fall in! Emma knew that wasn’t possible but the woman had a completely serious look and that caused the girl to pause. She couldn’t…. Right? Her stomach gurgled, jolting her from her thoughts and Emma groaned, knowing she wouldn’t be able to prevent it from occurring. “Are you going to make a little present for me?” a thick dark brow rose high. “F-finger paint!” Emma sucked on the tip of her thumb, bending over slightly as her abdomen was hit with another paint. “That’s a present you can make for Nurse Janie and she’ll be very happy,” the nurse explained slowly. “Do you want to make me happy as well?” Emma found herself nodding, urgently. Happy nurses meant no punishment and more milkies. But only at night time now. They called it, weaning off the breast? Emma didn’t like it very much. The young girl froze still as fingers pinched the elastic bands, sliding the heavy, wet pullup down to her ankles and she collapsed on the plastic princess seat, knees pressed to her chest. “Now, does Emmy need a little encouragement to go poo or can she be a big girl?” “Big giwl!” ooOoo Emma didn’t even notice that it was everyday right after lunch she had to use the potty. Her tummy made all sorts of funny noises and she happily informed a grownup of her predicament. She became used to the personal attention just like her paci, which she usually only used for sleeping now. However, the lisp from the object was now a permanent factor, one she didn't even notice. Emma was just happy at how well she was still holding up. No one had discovered her con yet and perhaps in another life, she could’ve been an actress. Sometimes being here was even fun. Why not make the most of it? It’s not like they had actually turned her into a baby. She was an adult and always would be an adult and someday she would escape. That’s what she kept telling herself but it soon became a fleeting thought. Her eyes wandered over the bright colors on her messy hands. A large smock had been secured around her neck and sat comfortably in her new pull up in the little plastic red chair. Smeared on her cheek was a smudge of red and blue and she smiled bright, admiring her work. They were pretty butterflies. She was very proud. Emma had already given two other paintings to Nurse Janie and she said she hung them on her refrigerator at home. It made Emma very happy and she was an awfully smiley girl. But the happiness faded as quickly as it came. The paper was stolen right out from under her. A loud screech sounded from her tiny body. “G-gif i-back!” Emma turned to the right, trying to reach for the paper and a crinkle formed between her brows as her blue eyes glazed over. She anxiously sucked on her bottom lip, chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as they all laughed at her. She hated the laughter. And the pointing. But mostly the laughter. Vivi held the painting high above her head, the girl already towering over her as Emmy sobbed. A small part of her mind was aware of the fact that it was just a stupid art project that she shouldn’t be crying over. But another part of her found this to be the most horrible thing in the world to happen. “Mine!” she screeched, pushing herself up on wobbling legs. She wore a thicker pull up now with several soaker pads. Sometimes she wasn’t quick enough to the potty and she tended to go a lot. But that meant now it was even harder to walk. Emma took a step only to fall down and her pull up cushioned her landing. The laughter increased and a small circle formed around her at the art table. “Does the b-b-baby w-want her whittle art pwoject back?” the girl mocked her. “No’ baby!” she argued. “Gif back!” Of course that only made it worse. June had distanced herself from her, wanting to stay away from Vivi which left Emma alone. “Does baby Emmy need milky fwom Nurse Janie?” Her face heated up, angry that they were talking about the nurse like that. Emmy knew she was difficult, refusing to drink from the bottle, crying incessantly when separated from the woman but she was all she had left. Now they were trying to take her away. Emma knew the behavior wasn’t normal. She wasn’t a little baby but she just couldn’t help but react. She couldn’t stop the tears. Vivi liked to pick on her. No matter what she did, the girl had a vicious word to say or found some way to humiliate her. She was surrounded and there was no escape. “What the pictuwe supposed to be?” another girl snarked. “It wooks wike a big poop!” “Nah!” Emma was getting agitated very quickly. “Gif back! GIF back! GIF BACK!” The sound of the laughter was softened by the ringing in her ears as she felt an overload of tears and snot run from her nose. A piercing wail echoed throughout the room and it wasn’t soon before two grown ups ran over, separating her from the group. She was being bounced. In someone's arms. Normally, she would have protested the action but was a little preoccupied, screaming her lungs out. “Let's go find Nurse Janie, hmm?” the woman attempted to calm the storm. “I’m sure she would like to see your very pretty picture.” After that, ever so slowly, the sobbing turned to whimpers and through blurred vision saw that the nurse held the picture in her hand. She’d gotten it back. Emma laid her on her shoulder, tired out and didn’t even flinch at the feel of fingers being stuck down the front of the pull up. It was wet, in between her legs and the woman’s hip but she didn’t even blink. The nurse was probably used to it. “You’re not ready to be changed yet,” she decided. “But maybe after a little nap.” ooOoo The girl slept soundly, literally having cried herself to sleep, attached to Nurse Janie’s tit like it was the oxygen she needed to breathe. “She’s actually almost regressed.” Nurse Jill breathed. “I figured it would take longer than it did. Yet she still thinks she has us fooled.” “Do you think she’ll be ready for Adoption Day next week?” Janie trailed a finger down her puffed out cheek. The girl was adorable, suckling on her paci, believing it still to be the woman’s breast. “Most definitely. The more she fights against the haze, the further she succumbs. They never win. Emmy is just the latest example.” “Yes,” Janie let out a breathless laugh. “She has herself convinced that we can’t hear her when she whispers, ‘pretend, just pretend.’ I’ve never met a more stubborn little in my life. Even until the very end, she’ll fight.” ooOoo A shiver went down her spine as she wiggled around. The girl lay naked, chilly on the exam table. Words spoken between the grownups went in one ear and out the other and she just happily focused on the toys dangling in front of her face. Emmy didn’t like the doctors but Nurse Janie promised they could have some cuddle time before beddy-bye tonight if she was a good girl. So, Emmy was now determined to be the best even if it was a little uncomfy. “You’re being such a good girl!” The end of the sentence caught her attention and Emmy perked up, glancing at the doctor. A grin lit her face as drool dripped down her chin. “Do you want to continue to be a good girl?” Emmy glanced at Nurse Janie, who sat in the chair across the room. Her head nodded. “I’m going to need you to be my little helper and lay on your tummy. Can you do that?” she exclaimed excitedly, eyes wide. Emmy noticed an object in her hand but didn’t quite put it together. She had no arguments against her request and did as bid, focused on her one goal. Be a good girl. “Yes, just like that, good job, sweetie.” Her ignorance of the request did not last for long as she felt a large object enter inside. She tried to jerk away at whatever that thing was. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and the rubber bulb anxiously bobbed up and down in her mouth. Tiny whimpers echoed throughout the room. “We just need to make sure you don’t have any icky germs!” The doctor placed her hand on the small of her back, preventing her from moving away. A fat tear rolled down her cheek as she didn't understand what was going on. Emmy was not a fan of the unknown. However, as soon as the ordeal began, it ended. Three beeps were heard and the object was gone. Everything was normal. But Emmy still cried. “Oh, I’m right here Em, baby.” Nurse Janie was across the room at her side as quick as could be. The pad of her thumb swiped at a lone tear and the nurse took the pullup from the doctor, securing it around her, herself. She fussed, pulling and checking the straps making sure it was on comfortably. It was the only clothing she needed at the moment. “Why don’t you take her in your lap? It may be easier to finish the exam.” Doctor Madison knew they had gotten through the hard part and it should be smooth sailing from there on. “I’m pleased with the results so far. Physically, she’s gained a substantial, healthy amount of weight. She’s also got a normal temperature ” the doctor noted the roundness in her thighs, arms, and her little belly that had formed. “I also want to confirm the questionnaire you’ve filled out. She hasn’t had any arousal in the last several weeks since wearing the chastity belt, correct?” “Yes. The nurses and myself have been watching her very closely. She stopped trying to act like a big girl when the conditioning set in. Does this mean she’s ready to be adopted?” “First I’d like to ask her a few questions.” Doctor Madison flipped to a new page on the clipboard. All littles needed a clean bill of health, physically and mentally before they could formally be adopted. They could take no chances a little wasn’t completely regressed. “Em, can you look up at the nice doctor?” Nurse Janie asked the girl who had hidden her tear stained face in her shoulder. “She just wants to ask you some questions.” The girl looked up reluctantly with a newfound weariness. Her eyebrows furrowed together and whined again as the nurse wiggled the paci out from between her lips. “You’ll have your paci back after you talk to Doctor Madison. Do you understand?” The child was prepared to argue, to cry, but the no nonsense look in her eyes paused her planned reaction. She sulked, instead, reluctantly agreeing and focused her eyes on the tile ground. “Can I ask what your name is?” “Em-” she paused, thinking it over. The name she wanted to say, the name she insisted on was at the tip of her tongue. But it was not what came out. “Em...Emmy.” she blinked. “Emmy.” “Very good.” mumbled the doctor. “How old are you?” “Two!” She sat up a little straighter in the woman’s lap. Something wasn’t right but she didn’t know what. Nurse Janie gave her an encouraging smile and all her doubts were forgotten about. “Can you tell me what your favorite animal is?” Oh that was an easy one. “Buttafwy!” she let out a high pitched squeal. “What does a butterfly do?” Emmy was only too excited to demonstrate as she flapped her arms about, bouncing up and down. “Vey fwy an-and I make one for Nursie Janie in a- a pictuwe!” “Really?” the doctor was shocked. “Do you often make pictures for grown ups? Does Nurse Janie have a lot of pretty pictures?” Her head nodded quickly and messily like a bobble doll. “You aren’t a grown up are you, Emmy?” With her head cocked to the side, Emmy giggled like she had heard the most funny joke in the world. “I, a whittle giwl. Dat’s wha’ Nurse Janie and Nurse Jiwl says.” “Well, aren’t you the smartest girl in the world!” she bopped her nose. “I think you miss, Emmy are going to make a mommy or daddy very, very happy.” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to the few who reviewed, they really mean a lot to me (sorry I'm so bad with responding but everyone's reviews are greatly appreciated)! I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts because your opinions matter to me! To answer a review from before, Emmy was in the last story in the very last chapter at Jessy's birthday party. So you did briefly meet her. As for this story, it is coming to an end soon, probably the next chapter. I will say more about what I am writing after the next time I post. Also, sorry for so long between posting. I was on vacation for the past few weeks and am finally home! I should update again soon and again, would love to hear everyones thoughts!

Do you mean exclusively eating only baby food? There is far more to consider here, than how it will change your bowel movements. Adults need different nutrients than a baby does. I know this site doesn't want members to fetish shame one another. But when something that could be dangerous is mentioned in post, I think we have a duty to point that out. Please don't give up adult food in favour of baby food. Occassional snacks might be fun, but full on changing to baby food could cause you harm.

Chapter 5: Display Lyn stood patiently in line with her sisters. Skyler stood at the front, towering over the Littles and absentmindedly wringing her hands together. In a few minutes, her several month project would finally bear fruit. The future of her career depended on how the show went. Skyler shot a look behind her, and the line of Littles stiffened to attention. Lyn suppressed a wince as her movement caused a cramp in her bowels. Part of Lyn wondered why they weren’t being allowed to mess themselves. Amazons loved to see Littles look as helpless as possible, and few things were more pathetic than a Little in a poopy diaper. She had kept silent though. Not just because she knew that any question would end in punishment, but also because she simply had no time to ever ask. Skyler had worked them to the bone that afternoon, with any mistake or disobedience carrying an extremely harsh punishment. They were all exhausted, and without the short nap time before the show, Lyn didn’t think any of them would be able to stand. Still, there’s no question of who got the worst of it, Lyn thought as she looked up at Hailey sympathetically. The yellow ballerina had already been handling the butt plugs the worst out of any of them, and that was before she had been forced to wear another Little boy’s dirty diaper for all of practice. Her eyes were still puffy even an hour after being changed back into her wet diaper from earlier. A voice rang out from the end of the hallway, and Skyler snapped her head around. It looked like the act in front of them was finishing up. “That concludes Smith’s Stupendous Sissies! The losers of today’s challenges will be auctioned off to the highest bidders, but not before they undergo surgery to make sure the only way they’re able to feel pleasure is from their back entrance, if you catch my meaning. The winners will be taken to the Exhibition Hall after the show, where their cages will be removed for their first release in, well, a very long time. Of course, they will then be auctioned off the same as the rest, so they’d better hope their new owners don’t decide to lock them up again just for fun!” A rumble of laughter accompanied the last statement, and Lyn winced. Thankfully, she wouldn’t be forced to compete in challenges against her siblings, but even picturing how many Amazons must be on the other side of the door filled her with dread. After a brief pause, the announcer continued. “Up next we have Skyler West’s Rainbow Ballerinas! They’ve been practicing hard for over a year, and are eager to show what they’ve learned in a dance. Your guide books contain more information about their act should any of you be curious. Please, give them a warm welcome!” Lyn had no time to process what he said as Sklyer moved to the side and ushered them forward. “Come now, hurry! Your places are marked on the stage. Remember what we’ve practiced and I’m sure you’ll do great. Make sure not to fall!” Lyn paled. She hated to admit it, but she wished that Skyler would come out with them. The idea of facing down a horde of Amazons on her own was downright terrifying, and she wasn’t the only one to think so. The first Little in line hesitated, and Sklyer’s face hardened. “Now!” The memory of the several punishments from earlier in the day was fresh in their minds, and her shout did the trick. In a flash, the line of ballerinas passed through the door, their sodden diapers bouncing behind them. Lyn was last in line and was moving so fast that she almost crashed into the Little, Grace, in front of her. She pulled herself to a stop and glared at Grace, but her ire vanished as she took in the view. They were on stage. Bright lights beamed down from the ceiling. A large screen hung above them, broadcasting their figures in crystal clear detail. The platform was Amazon sized, and Lyn already felt dwarfed before she looked out to see the crowd. She was surrounded by a sea of Amazon faces. Hundreds, thousands of them. Men and women, young and old, ugly and beautiful. Some sat at tables. Some stood with drinks in their hands. Some stared down from balcony seating. Each of them seemed to be looking straight at her with hunger in their gaze. The door slammed shut behind her. Lyn blinked. Everyone except for her and Grace were in their spots. She shook herself out of her stupor and steeled her nerves. She had to do this. Lyn touched Grace’s arm gently, and the girl seemed to awaken from her trance. She looked hesitantly back at Lyn, who gestured to their spots. Grace breathed, and then moved forward. Lyn followed closely behind. As soon as they took their place, the lights dimmed. For a moment, all was silent. Then the first note rang out. The song was The Seven Peaks, a piece inspired by a famous mountain range. It started slowly, building up towards a crescendoing “peak” before cascading back down. It then repeated seven times, once for each mountain, though each repetition was slightly different from the last. The accompanying dance mirrored the song in structure. They would perform a series of lithe and graceful movements leading up to each “peak” of the song, at which point one Little would do an airborne pirouette at center stage. As soon as Lyn started to move, she realized why Skyler had kept them in butt plugs. Every stretch sent a fresh wave of pain through her stomach as her bowels begged for release. Her sisters’ tight faces indicated they shared her pain. The watching Amazons had obviously been informed of their plight and would take great pleasure in watching them squirm. Lyn forced herself to relax and the pain eased. Her swollen diaper sagged around her waist, following her around the stage as she tried to ignore the audience gushing at her antics. Everything seemed to be going well. Lyn sometimes felt unsteady on her feet, but she didn’t stumble once. The first crescendo approached and Lyn moved to the side. Red took center stage and prepared for her pirouette. The Little gathered her balance and took a couple steps forward to build momentum. She braced herself for the inevitable cramp, and then jumped. As soon as her feet left the ground, her eyes widened. A rude sound emanated from her backside and her bowels contracted. Her diaper crinkled outwards, turning a dark shade of brown in midair. She tried to keep her balance, but the sudden release was too much and she tumbled to the floor in a heap. At once, the song was interrupted by a loud game show buzzer and the spotlights turned red. Robotic arms sprang from the floor, grabbing the Little and shoving a pacifier in her mouth. Before she could process what was going on, they carried her to the side of the stage and strapped her to a waiting chair. When she was secure, the lights and song returned to normal. The entire process had taken five seconds. Lyn forced herself to keep dancing even as her mind scrambled to understand what just happened. Soon, she connected the dots and her heartbeat spiked. This was a competition, she just hadn’t realized it. “Make sure not to fall” was what Skyler told them before they got on stage. Withstanding the pain from their plugs was only a side effect of the main challenge: remaining upright even as they were forced to void days worth of bowel movements into their diapers. It made a twisted sort of sense. Amazons loved seeing Littles’ own bodies turn against themselves. This game was perfectly suited for them. Maybe the difficulty is just the surprise of it, Lyn thought desperately. Maybe it’s easy to manage if you can prepare. Orange’s attempt disproved that notion. At the start of her jump, her face contorted as mush rushed into her diaper. Her muscles spasmed, and she tripped onto her face. After another buzzer and flash of red light, she found herself secured in a seat next to Red. Lyn and her sisters shared a despairing look, but they kept dancing. Hailey was next, but she didn’t even try to make her jump. She collapsed to her knees and willingly pushed a load into her diaper. In response, a shrill siren rang out and arms exploded from the ceiling as well as the floor. Hailey’s face filled with terror as she was hoisted into the air and stretched into a starfish position. The arms methodically stripped away her dress, leaving her exposed to the world in just a diaper. The crowd laughed as she sobbed and futilely tried to cover herself. A series of blows rained down on her bottom before she was brought over to her chair. Everyone else had attempted their jump. Not that it made a difference. One by one, Lyn watched her sisters fall. Each time, the lights and buzzer flashed, and they were dragged over to the restraining chairs on the stage side. Soon, only Grace and Lyn were left. The penultimate crescendo approached, and Grace looked over to Lyn fearfully. Lyn tried to give her a reassuring smile as she moved out of the way. Grace took a deep breath as she prepared for her jump. Her eyes tightened, and she leapt. Her bowels immediately released, but she kept herself focused. She gracefully twirled through the air even as her diaper ballooned out behind her. She hovered, and then touched the ground. For a moment, she seemed to have done it. She wavered on the tip of her toe, her entire body tightly held in place, but she did not fall. She looked up, surprised, and tentatively smiled. A loud fart rang out, and her diaper suddenly expanded further. Her leg twitched at the unexpected cramp, and she tilted to the side. Panic flooded across her face as she tried to regain control, but it was too late. She fell to the ground in a heap. The buzzer rang out, and Lyn watched with horror-filled eyes as Grace was bundled off the stage. Lyn looked out at the crowd, and they looked back with eager gazes. She was alone. The music started again, and Lyn did the only thing she could do. She danced. The panic from before was back in full force. Adrenaline buzzed throughout her body and her heart pounded. Her movements were erratic. She stumbled over a twirl and nearly fell to the ground. Why was she even doing this? Forget her jump, she was going to collapse every second. Even if she did make it, she would just fall there. Everyone else had. The Amazons were just doing this to torture them. She should give up. It was impos- Stop thinking. You’ve practiced this. You can do it. The thought came unbidden to her mind, and she reflexively obeyed. Her body seemed to dance on its own as she let her muscle memory take over. Her movements smoothed, adrenaline retreating, and she let the music wash over her. The crowd and lights seemed to fade away. For years, Lyn had tried to trick herself into accepting her situation. She’d never been able to do it. Even at her deepest points of defeat, there was always a voice in the back of her head, reminding her of everything she had lost. At that moment on stage, the voice was silent. Her inhibitions fell away. There was no past to think about, no regrets or longings or fears. She had been trained for years, been torn down and built back up multiple times, all for this purpose. The music was all that mattered to her. The crescendo arrived. Lyn leapt into the air, and the plug in her bottom deflated. Desperate for a release, her stomach contracted. Lyn pushed the warm mess into her diaper without a thought. The already saturated padding squelched as it pressed against her heavy load, spreading it between her legs. She could feel the mess squishing against her skin, but she didn’t care. She was a Little, and Littles pooped in their diapers. Lyn landed back on the stage and continued dancing, even as she pushed more mush from her bottom. Her diaper sagged dangerously, but she finished her dance exactly as she had been trained to do. When the music stopped, Lyn walked to the front of the stage and gave a dainty curtsy, lifting her dress up to provide a clear view of her dirty diaper. For a moment, there was silence. Lyn held the pose, trying to control her breathing. Had she done it? She was answered by a storm of applause. She looked up to find a sea of smiling faces. Several Amazon women were gushing to themselves and waving at her. She tentatively waved back, and they seemed to squeal. She felt a hand underneath her diaper, and then she was lifted in the air with a squish. She looked back to see Skyler, who quickly popped a pacifier in her mouth. Lyn obediently suckled as the Amazon turned to the crowd. “What a show!” The announcer’s voice rang out. “Let’s hear a round of applause for Skyler’s excellent work training these adorable girls!” A fresh wave of applause rang out and Skyler waved to the audience, preening at the attention. The announcer continued. “The losers of today’s challenge obviously can’t be trusted to stay up on their feet, so from now on they won’t have that option! Before the night is over, each of them will undergo a special procedure to make sure they stay on the floor where they belong.” Lyn looked sympathetically at her sisters as the floor beneath them opened up to ferry them away, but she couldn’t help but feel relief when the empty pink chair beside them vanished as well. “If any of them caught your interest, don’t fret! They will all be for sale tomorrow at the general auction, most likely flopping around the floor of a playpen. If you only have eyes for Sophia, the lady in pink, then make sure to catch her at the Exhibition Hall later tonight! She’ll be waiting for you there.” Lyn waited for more, to hear what she had won, but the announcer was finished. Lights lit up on the other side of the stage to indicate it was time to go. Skyler gave one final wave to the crowd, and then carried Lyn away. (-:-) About an hour later, Lyn found herself moving quickly down a hallway, still wrapped in Skyler’s arms. She was dressed in the same outfit from the end of the show, messy diaper and all, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She sucked on her pacifier and let Skyler carry her along. Skyler had spent the time after the performance wandering from one fancily dressed individual to another. Most of them were just rich parents who wanted her to train their own Littles to dance for their amusement, but a few had been interested in partnering to franchise her training methods. If Skyler’s watch hadn’t beeped to remind her that the Exhibition Hall was opening soon, Lyn guessed that she would have kept going for hours, carrying the Little as a conversation starter. She was clearly annoyed by the interruption, and moved as quickly as possible to get back to conversations concerning her career. Soon enough, they reached the Exhibition Hall. The room reminded Lyn of a college fair, except instead of having rows of stalls, there were rows of cages disguised as playpens. Each one contained a Little, or Littles, from the Talent Show, put on display for Elizabeth Straud’s wealthy guests. Lyn gawked at its size. It was just as large as the auditorium where she performed earlier, if not bigger. Lyn couldn’t help but stare at the cages as they passed. The quick flashes she saw were nauseating. One cage contained a Little whose body was sculpted to look like a dog. He stood on all fours, a too-long tongue lapping up water from a pet bowl. In another, three Littles sat trapped against one another, all sharing the same enormous diaper. It was a dark shade of brown and seemed to bulge out to their knees. A different cage contained a group of Littles with no limbs. They looked listlessly at the ceiling and didn’t move. She was almost grateful when Skyler made a satisfied noise and slowed to a stop. “Here we are.” Lyn looked down. Her cage was nice, as cages went. It was big, in case more of her sisters had made it. There was a group of bottles in the corner, next to a stack of sleeping mats and stools. Cartoon princesses danced across the floor, each wrapped in a thick diaper. A thin but firm mesh enclosed the area. An electronic information plaque stood on both sides, detailing her performance and listing her name as Sophia. Skyler scanned her badge to open the top and tossed Lyn inside. Lyn landed heavily on her dirty bottom, but the resulting squish didn’t even make her flinch. She sucked on her pacifier and looked up at Skyler, probably for the last time. “Bye-bye Sophia. Be good for the guests.” Lyn couldn’t even force herself to feel surprise as Skyler walked away without even looking back. What did she expect? A hug? She was a Little, nothing more than a prop for Skyler to use. For someone else to use now, she reminded herself. I’m about to be adopted. With nothing else to do, Lyn grabbed a stool from the corner and set it near the edge of her cage. She sat down, heedless of how it caused her mess to press against her, and waited. Before long, the doors to the hall opened and Amazons began trickling in. They traveled around the room in groups, talking with each other as they sipped on drinks from crystal glasses. Some had Littles of their own whom they carried in their arms or tugged around on leashes. Their eyes flickered around the room fearfully, knowing that their owners could do any of the things they saw to them. Occasionally, an attraction would catch someone’s attention and their group would stop. The unfortunate Little would have to endure their mocking titters and carry out any tasks they requested before the group moved on. Mostly though, the caged Littles merely served as a pleasant background for the Amazons. A pointed reminder of their dominance. Soon after the doors opened, Lyn spotted a flushed Amazon woman walking briskly from row to row. When she laid eyes on Lyn’s cage, her face lit up with delight and she hurried over. She held a leash in her hand attached to a Little boy in a sailor costume. His waist bulged outwards from a thick diaper, and he had a baby blue pacifier fastened tightly in his mouth. He waddled desperately to keep up with his owner’s pace. The woman finally reached Lyn’s cage and gazed down with a crazed smile. The boy took the moment to catch his breath, heaving through his nose. After a moment, the woman seemed to break out of her trance. “You are too precious! Curtsy for me again, like you did on stage.” Lyn obediently dropped into a curtsy, flashing her dirtied diaper to the world. The woman sucked in a gulp of air and dramatically fanned herself with one hand. “See, Luke? She’s even cuter up close.” She tugged her leash and the boy tripped forward. She caught his head and forced him firmly against the mesh. “I was on the fence, but this makes it easy. As soon as we get back home, I’m calling Dr. Stemmel and scheduling you for an appointment. You are going to be such a cute girl!” Luke’s eyes filled with tears and he tried to protest, but his pacifier turned everything he said to gurgles. The woman giggled in response and started walking away. “Oh yes, I can’t wait to have you model all the dresses I’m going to buy you! I think I’ll call you Lacey.” Lyn heard a muffled wail as the pair disappeared behind a corner. Part of her felt guilty for what Luke was going to go through because of her, but to her confusion she felt something else. The idea that she had behaved cutely enough to draw such an extreme reaction from that Amazon caused her stomach to flutter in a strange way she couldn’t describe. Lyn pushed it from her mind as another group of Amazons approached. She could think about it later. Now, she had a job to do. She lost track of how many Amazons stopped at her cage. Of how many twirls and hops and curtseys she performed. Of how many pictures she had posed for, sprawled on her back or exposing her diaper or drinking a bottle. Of how many faces looked at her with mockery or affection or greed. She was lying on the floor between groups when she heard footsteps come to a halt outside her cage. She peered up at who it was and did a double-take. It was Elizabeth Straud, overseer of the whole operation. She towered above the cage and even most of her guests. She wore an imposing pitch-black dress and her eyes glinted with casual authority. This was a woman used to being obeyed. Lyn scrambled to her feet, her movements awkward due to the diaper between her legs that had only gotten heavier as the night went on. She prepared to curtsy when she laid eyes on the man behind Elizabeth, and she froze in shock. It was Spalvodi. Lyn couldn’t move. Spalvodi was here. She hadn’t seen his face in years, and he was here. He had ruined her life, and he was here. She thought about him with hatred whenever her mind wandered, and he was here. He was here. Why was he here? Spalvodi had a wide grin on his face as Lyn twitched in confusion. “Come now little miss, where’s the curtsy? Your owner is right in front of you. Show some respect.” Lyn reflexively grabbed her dress and bobbed into a curtsy. Spalvodi chuckled. “Now if that isn’t the most adorable thing I’ve seen today. She may still need some more training though, Elizabeth. What was her name again?” Elizabeth paused for a moment before answering. “Sophia. No last name, obviously.” “Sophia.” He said the name slowly, as though tasting every syllable. “Cute. Where did you find her?” Elizabeth smiled. She loved discussing her work. “That new company, NaturalStart, if you can believe it. I was skeptical when I first heard of them, but their work is excellent. Sophia is just one of many valuable finds from their program.” “NaturalStart.” Spalvodi’s grin widened. “They’ve made some waves in recent years. I was skeptical too, you know. I’ve met some Littles in my trade–street runners or smugglers only–but they can be a real goddamned pain in the ass when they want to be. I would’ve thought hypnosis was the only way to break them in for good.” He paused and made sure to meet Lyn’s eyes. “I guess I’ve been giving ‘em too much respect.” Elizabeth looked at him quizzically. “Of course. Even the most competent Little is still a Little. Their natural place is beneath us, they aren’t capable of more. They’re simple creatures.” Spalvodi let loose a full bodied laugh at that. “You’re right at that! So, what are you gonna do with her? I can’t imagine you’d visit her without something in mind, even to humor a friend.” “Astute.” Elizabeth’s lips curled into a thin smile. “My daughter’s twelfth birthday is coming up. She’s been begging me to get her a Little. She’s too rough with her regular toys, breaks them all the time. I’m thinking that Sophia here should be a bit more… durable.” Spalvodi took a long draft of his drink. “So she doesn’t get a reward for winning the competition?” Elizabeth’s eyes sharpened. “She’s a Little. Her purpose is to make Amazons happy, she doesn’t need anything more.” Spalvodi raised his hands in a placating manner. “Of course, of course. But why not allow her a small treat?” Lyn furrowed forehead in confusion. What was going on? Elizabeth raised her eyebrow and Spalvodi continued. “Littles are simple, you said it yourself. She’s spent the last however-many months training together with her sisters, only to have them ripped away with no warning. Why, the poor thing must be traumatized.” Elizabeth scoffed. “She’ll just have to deal with it. My daughter does not need six other dolls.” “You misunderstand.” Spalvodi’s smile sent a shiver down Lyn’s spine. “Sophia’s other sisters are scheduled for a very special operation later tonight, are they not? It would be a shame for her to be excluded from their last family bonding activity.” Lyn’s eyes widened as she finally realized what Spalvodi was getting at. Elizabeth raised a hand to her mouth and tittered. “There’s an idea. It would make it easier for my daughter as well. Kind of like training wheels for her first bike.” Lyn frantically shook her head, but Elizabeth ignored her, turning to Spalvodi. “I was pleased to see your name on the guest list. You’ve popped up quite a bit over the past few years. My sources tell me you’re the most effective crime boss Catalon has ever seen, but I like to form my own opinions. Now, after seeing you in person…” Elizabeth stepped towards Spalvodi and looked him up and down. “I’m impressed.” Elizabeth met Lyn’s pleading gaze and arrived at a decision. “It’s settled then. I’ll let the surgeon know there’s one more operation planned tonight.” She slipped her arm into Spalvodi’s and began walking away, ignoring Lyn’s groan. “Come, we have much to discuss.” Right before they rounded the corner, Spalvodi looked back over his shoulder. He locked eyes with Lyn’s tear-streaked face. She raised her hand pitifully after them, as though begging for mercy. He just grinned and mouthed something to her. “Thanks.” Then they were gone. Lyn numbly let her arm fall back to her side. She stared into space, an empty look on her face. Her pacifier rhythmically bobbed in her mouth. So, this is how it ends. A flurry of emotions ran through her head. Anger, sadness, guilt, manic amusement, helplessness, shame. And apathy. Ok then. Tomorrow, she would lose use of both her legs. Then, she would be gifted to a sadistic Amazon child and used as her plaything. After? Who knows. Maybe there wouldn’t be an after. Maybe that would be it. Lyn’s diaper squished as she sat down on the floor. What she wanted didn’t matter. Her Amazon would make a decision for her, and then it would happen. It didn’t matter if that Amazon was a daycare worker, a dance instructor, or a twelve-year-old girl. That was how it worked. After all, she was just a Little. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's that! My first story over and done with. It definitely isn't perfect, but overall I'm quite satisfied (though this is definitely the chapter I'm most unsure about). Also, I've really appreciated the likes, comments and feedback that people have left on the story. The reception has been more positive than I ever imagined, and it's given me a lot of motivation to continue writing. Thank you all so much! In that vein, I posted the first chapter of a new story! I won't be able to update it for a little while, but feel free to give it a read if you're interested: P.S. Big shoutout to Guilend for his continuous support throughout the story. He left the first comment, and has been interactive with each chapter. It really meant a lot and made it fun to keep going. P.S.S. If anyone has specific advice for areas I can improve, please feel free to leave a comment or private message me. I'm new, and every bit of feedback is immensely valuable.

Any opinions on this one page per time posting schedule? Page 8 *** “I’m so glad you called,” Alexa said as she handed Dakota a character sheet. Dakota tried not to stare at his old friend’s new look. He hadn’t gamed with her in nearly a year, and he was used to seeing her in what he called Goth Light, pale skin, black clothes, maybe some fishnet but no spikes or anything too scary. Her new look was something totally different. Dakota examined the girl where she sat at the head of her large dining room table, Alexa was a big girl, a few inches taller than him. She had dyed her hair red and cut it down to a few inches and she’d traded in her black clothes for a brightly colored hippie T-shirt and ragged capri pants. “No problem, I’m just glad you invited me. I like your new look,” Dakota said. “Yeah, and I go by Alex now,” She said. “Oh, are you ummm…” “If you mean to ask if I’m trans, no, I’m just trying something different, you can still use female pronouns with me. “Cool, yeah, so how’s everything going?” Dakota asked. “Good, I got a promotion last month, you’re looking at the assistant to the assistant lab manager. Have you decided to do the program?” “Yeah I’m doing it slowly though, somehow I’m going to make a 2 year degree last 4 years,” Dakota said. “Well as long as you finish that’s what counts,” Alex’s tone changed and she hesitated for a bit, “How is Amy?” “Oh she’s fine,” Dakota answered. “Fine, well that’s great, lets get your character rolled up. I think Nick’s going with a fighter, Leslie is playing wizard as usual, and Doug is going cleric.” Alex said. “Hmm, you know Alrick was a paladin and that didn’t go so well, I think I’ll play a rogue,” Dakota said. Dakota started filling out the character sheet and without really thinking he marked sex as female, he paused for a second, Hmm maybe a hot female rouge, who uses her feminine charm to get close to people and then steal from them,’ he thought. Over the next 15 minutes Kate was born, a sexy red head with a taste for jewels.

@DailyDi @~Brian~ @spoonchicken All is good now that certain person is leaving me alone. If they start up again. I will notify @spoonchicken or @AwakenEvil and they will handle it.

Scene #115 “I know what you’re doing,” I told Mary because I knew what she doing and wanted her to know I knew what she was doing. And she knew I knew and wanted her to know, and I knew that wouldn’t change her mind. A lot of knowing glances passed between us. “I know you don’t want to go,” she said like I didn’t know what she was really up to. “If I’m wrong, you’re welcome to come.” Mary, or really Mary’s company, had decided it was time for people to glimpse their coworkers in person, so Mary had arranged to meet her team at one of those places that had discovered the remunerative benefits of al fresco dining and was going to treat her team of vaccinated coworkers to dinner. I’m not sure if she has five people on her team or twenty, not that it matters. Mary told me about the outting in that special way of hers that makes it even less appealing to me than work functions always are. “Are people bringing their partners,” I asked. “Some, but you don’t have to go. It’ll just be people talking about tech stuff. I know you hate that.” “I don’t hate it. I just have no idea what anybody’s talking about and get bored and dizzy from smiling and nodding my head to not seem like a total dolt. Besides, you’re the boss now. You probably have to … do boss stuff.” “‘Boss stuff?’” “Host and what not.” Not sure why that word eluded me for a sec. “Yeah, probably, so you can just skip it.” “You’re sure?” “Yeah, it’s no big deal. Stay home. In fact, why not invite Sandy over and have a girl’s night.” That would be the part that I knew she was doing, or rather leading up to, and that I knew she knew that I knew. ‘I have a work thing blah blah blah. You don’t wanna go to my work thing blah blah blah. And o hey, why not invite over the woman who babysits for you except we don’t call it that because pretense is fun blah blah blah.’ To which I say, urgh! But also, I didn’t wanna go. Not that just about anything is more fun than yet more time at home, but I just … don’t want to go to a work function. I didn’t like them before, but now that I’m retired or whatever this is, I just think … I feel like I don’t belong. I get this is probably my own hang up, but I feel people would judge me for not working. I’m still young (though not a little girl!) and it’s not even like I’m staying home watching kids or even that I’m some wealthy lady of leisure who spends her time planning the next debutante ball and raising money for charities that don’t really need to exist. I am, instead, a lady of leisure who decides how to fill her time on a day to day basis. Sorta like a retiree, but instead of paying my dues for forty years and retiring, I got fed up and quit and am letting my partner support us, and hence I’m not comfortable going to a work function where I’ll just be, to everyone else’s eye but Mary’s, the unemployed person or quitter or something. But make no mistake, it’s not like I’m insecure about my life choice or anything. Um, really. “I can stay home alone, ya know,” I told my Mary. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “She’s not a babysitter. It’s just two friends hanging out.” “O yeah? Do any of our other friends spank me when they think I’ve misbehaved?” Hmm. Mary’s ya-wanna-ask-that-again face. “Okay, bad example, but she is too and you guys won’t ever say it. Besides, I’ve barely gotten any alone time in over a year.” “You’ve barely gotten any time with friends in over a year, too. The doctor said you could be with other vaccinated people indoors, and I know Sandy would love to come hang out.” “She’s gonna find some excuse to punish me.” See, Sandy is on Mary’s list of people who can discipline me, and that basically means they have the same rights as Mary and I have the same obligation to obey. I disobeyed one of them once, and when Mary found out … well, they took turns and it hurt and convinced me never to disobey again. “Not if you’re on your best behavior.” “I’m not going to be on my best behavior, though. I’m gonna punch her right in the nose.” Yep. I shall fetch her a very sharp blow upon her nose. “What? Why would you do that?” “Because this is all her fault! The pullups, the diapers - she talked you into it and don’t you make a face like you have no idea what I’m talking about. I saw her give you the thing that one time at Brenna’s and the very next weekend you sprung that darn pullup on me before the winery.” “Ha. Yeah …” Mary’s weren’t-those-good-times-face. “They were not good times!” “Yeah they were, and I think you think so too.” “Do not.” “Do too, and I bet I can get you say it.” Crap! Mary’s-I’m-about-to-pounce-on-you face. “Don’t you eeee! Marrrry! Heeheehee! Stop - heeeheeeee ticking me - hahahaheeeee! Eeeee! F-fine! Heehee! She can come over heeheehee! Stop!” “What’ll ya give me if I stop?” “All the heeeheee all the things!” “Deal.” “Hmmph! One day someone bigger than you is gonna come along and pounce on you and tickle you and I’m not gonna stop ‘em.” “Yes, you will.” “Yeah …” Someone pouncing on my Mary? I’d hit ‘em with the floor. “As long as you’re underneath me and I’m straddling you…” “Yeah?” Ooo! She really does like me! I can tell.

Here is chapter 3 & 4 - in an effort to keep myself motivated and not take too much time, I'm still not proof reading, so excuse the mistakes, once it's all done, I'll probably edit it and get a final version posted. Hope y'all like where its headed. CHAPTER 3: GETTING ON THE ROAD Kyle’s mom was fluttering around his room, straightening things out and getting a backpack ready for him. This all had happened very fast and Kyle was overwhelmed with what was happening. He was unsure of what this was all supposed to accomplish, however it was clear that this was something his mother was determined to do and he wasn’t going to be able to protest. Anyway, she was running around organizing things so quickly for the trip, he doubted she would even comprehend any complaint by him in this moment. His deep thought was interrupted when Karen went to hand the bag to him and said. “Okay cutie – well now that we have you ready, I just want you to take this and relax for a few moments in here. You just take a few deep breaths and think happy thoughts, while I wrap up some chores. We need to get these pee-soaked sheets in the washer, so the housekeeper can dry them when she comes by later! You just play in your room for a little and I’ll call you down for breakfast in 15 minutes. Check out your new toys I put in your pack for you – I hope you like them!” Kyle was speechless, he really didn’t know what to say or do, he just submissively accepted the bag and looked at the floor as his mother sprinted out of the room. He sat down on his bed, feeling the plastic sheet rustle beneath him and slowly began to inspect the backpack. Out of all the new things forced upon him today, at least this one was something he liked. It was a light blue and white backpack with a large graphic of Hilda on it, which was one of Kyle’s favorite shows on Netflix. He got a warm feeling inside; he never figured his mom even knew he liked Hilda and it made him feel special that she’d got this just for him… even it was a little babyish. His excitement was quelled once he started to inspect the contents of the bag. The first thing he noticed was an Amazon Fire HD Kids edition – he suspected this meant that he would be resigned to this one piece of tech during the trip. He flipped through some of the preloaded content which included some of his favorite cartoons, but also some super babyish shows like Sesame Street and Paw Patrol. As he dug through the bag further, he found a super soft stuffed black bear with a name tag that said Bernie, some fruit snacks, beechnut baby food pouches, and probably the most embarrassing - a large Frozen themed Olaf sippie cup with a straw. “Well at least I’m not drinking out of a bottle” Kyle thought to himself. Kyle decided that he’d gathered the courage to take a hard look at himself in the mirror. He slowly got up from the bed, feeling his new padded underwear crinkle underneath his clothes as he moved across the room. He went over to the mirror in front of the closet and couldn’t believe what he saw. His reflection staring back at him was hardly recognizable. He really did look like an overgrown toddler. The short-alls fit snugly across his chest, they came down just past the middle of his thy and the straps supporting shorts pulled up against his diaper making an obvious puffy outline around his crotch. To top things off, smoky bear was staring back him with his nose and eyes just popping over the top of bib. His short haircut with his flurried bangs and button nose didn’t help him look any more mature. Kyle always looked very young for his age – but in this outfit he might be mistaken for a 5-year-old. Suddenly this moment was interrupted when he heard his mom call from the kitchen. “Kids breakfast is ready – come and eat, we need to be ready to go in 30 minutes!” Kyle’s mom shouted from downstairs. It was now or never, Kyle was about to be exposed in his childish get up to his sister and soon would be in a car ride with everyone on the way up to Maine. With immense apprehension, he grabbed his suitcase, put his backpack on and headed downstairs. Trying to make as little noise as possible and dampen the sounds of his rustling diaper, he tip toed down the stairs and placed his things by the door. He walked slowly into the kitchen, blushing hard as he was about to confront his sister. As he rounded the corner he was surprised to see she was the only one in the kitchen, sitting at the table texting on her phone and casually picking at a bowl of oatmeal. “Hi, Hi Kayla” Kyle stuttered, not wanting there to be awkward silence. Kayla looked up from the table with wide eyes “Hey there squirt! she said excitedly. To his surprise she popped up from her seat and walked over to meet Kyle by the island. Kayla was a volleyball player and at 5’10 towered over Kyle, no doubt she took after her mother who had a similar build. With swift speed she came up and embraced Kyle in a big warm hug. “Awww litte bro you look oh sooo cute! I honestly can’t believe Mom is doing this, but Candice knows her stuff. I think it’s going to be a lot fun, kind of like playing house!” “Uh yah – I guess, I think the whole thing is pretty stupid and unnecessary, but I didn’t want to end up in the psyche ward, so I guess I’m gonna play along.” Kyle responded sheepishly. Suddenly Kayla bent down and lifted Kyle up into her arms settling him on her hip. “Hey dude – let’s have a better attitude, we’re all putting forth a lot of effort. Not going to lie – changing your diapers is not exactly how I want to spend my summer vacation but am willing to help you out. So watch the language, I’m not gonna tell on you but you better know Mom is going to be really strict on this stuff, so you gotta play he part” She walked him over to the table, supporting him by his bottom, which was a knew feeling for Kyle, he was so embarrassed to feel the padding further pressed against his crotch. She went to set him down next to his seat. “Alright buddy sit down, eat your oatmeal and toast so we can get going – and don’t spill on yourself! We thought we could pass on the bib for the time being” She said cheerfully. Kyle was speechless and really was not happy about being picked up. His sister always liked to make him feel small, so she’d done this before, but it felt so different under these circumstances. He had nothing to say or do other than sit down “Oh, okay sis – thanks for not teasing me about this and being so positive” he said as quietly as possible. “Of course, sport – anything for my little bro, now eat up”. Kyle noticed that next to his oatmeal was a frozen themed plastic spoon with Elsa on it and a large Cars themed sippie cup. He wasn’t surprised and just obediently began to eat his breakfast, noticing that his mother had given him martinellis apple juice in his cup, which he loved. After a few minutes of awkward silence, his mother swept into the room. “Alright you two – we’ll be ready to go in about 5 minutes, so hurry up. Candice just arrived outside, and we are getting the car packed. Kayla keep an eye on your brother and make sure he finishes his breakfast quickly. If you can help get him cleaned up and get his shoes and socks on when he is done, they are by the door.” she said quickly and in a rush. Kayla responded “Of course mom, I think we’re almost done here. I’ll get him ready to go” “Thanks honey – so excited to get up there, we’re gonna have so much fun!” Karen said cheerfully as she exited the room. Kyle attempted to protest but his mom had already left the room “Hey I’m fully capable of putting on my own shoes!” he said. His sister got up from her seat with a mischievous smile on her face and walked over to her brother grabbing a wet wipe off the counter as she approached him. “Oh is that right? Just like how you said you were going to keep your outfit all clean during your breakfast” she chided him. Reaching down with the wipe to clean off some oatmeal from one of his straps along with some breadcrumbs from his shirt and then wiping down his face which had bits of food in different spots. Kyle was too embarrassed to resist. “Always such a messy little guy, you’re almost done with your oatmeal, can you finish all by yourself or do you need me to feed you?” she said jokingly. “I’ll finish it jeez Kayla!” Kyle said meekly. “Alright then, you do not get from this seat until it’s all gone, I’m gonna be right back.” She disappeared from the room for a brief 30 seconds while Kyle at the last few bits of hist oatmeal as fast as he could and tried his best to drink up the rest of his juice, although the top throttled how much would come out. Kayla returned to his chair holding Kyle’s shoes and socks. “Are well done?” Kayle asked presumptively. “Yes Kayla – I’m finished, just have a little juice left” Kyle said. “That’s okay sweetie, we’ll bring your little drink with us, don’t worry – not let’s get your feets all warm and cozy.” Kayle said in a sing song voice. She grabbed his seat and pulled it out from underneath the table. Methodically she quickly put Kyle’s socks on that came up to the middle of his shin, he was relieve to see they were just plain white. She then went to put his shoes on when he noticed they were Spongebob themed white vans with 3 velcro straps. He’d seen these a few weeks ago at the store. “Oh my god, can I please just at least wear regular shoes?” Kyle pleaded. “Hey cutie I think these are pretty awesome and I found them on sale at the mall yesterday. We have your runners, sandals and hiking boots packed for you too. Mom just wanted to have you drive up there in style” Kayla responded with a wink. Flustered Kyle just let out a sigh and let his sister continue putting his shoes on him. As she was finishing up – Karen came back in the kitchen. “Oh thanks Kayla, looks like you two are ready. Okay I’ll take Kyle now, can you straighten up the kitchen and lock up the house. We’ll be outside ready in about 5 minutes – I just need to get Kyle settled in.” Kayla responded, “Definitely mom - I’ll take care of it! Here take Kyle’s sippie – he still has a lot left” Karen grabbed the cup and then came over to Kyle stretching out her hand “Alright honeybun, come with me, let’s get you set up in the car and you can say hello to Karly and Candice.” “Okay mom, let’s get this over with” Kyle responded apprehensively. “Cheer up cutie – we’re going to have so much fun. Now lets go!” Kyle’s mom responded. She grabbed his hand and led him swiftly out of the room. Kyle was surprised by how comfortable he actually was in his current outfit – the shortalls and sneakers allowed him a lot of mobility. As they were exiting the house, Kyle noticed his mom grabbing a large, padded bag with a shoulder strap from the table by the door. It was light green with little boats and airplanes on it. When she tucked his sippier cup into the side pocket, it suddenly clicked to him what it was… that was HIS diaper bag. He couldn’t believe that she really thought he was going to need to be changed. He was so embarrassed. This was it – they exited the front door and Kyle was exposed to the world. Here he was a 20-year-old boy – walking to his car dressed as a toddler. He kept his head down, mortified by the thought of one of his neighbors seeing him. His mother drove a large 2020 Suburban with bucket seats and an extended back row. Kyle could see Candice waving from the passenger seat as she picked away at her laptop finishing a last minute email before they got out of service. He was pulled around to the door behind her side, as his mother opened the door what Kyle saw in front of him absolutely shocked him. Karly was sitting in her carseat fast asleep behind the drivers side and across from her seat was another slightly larger car seat (well more of a padded booster seat with straps) that was clearly meant for Kyle. “Mom – I’m not sitting in a carseat” Kyle said quietly but in as stern a voice he could muster. Karen responded by bending down and whispering in his ear, “Hey cutie, do really want to make a scene in our driveway and draw attention from all our neighbors right now?” Kyle’s face was blushing red and he just shook his head. “Well okay then, hop up here and we’ll get you buckled in!” Kyle complied and climbed into the car, settling down in the seat the best her could. He was surprised that he fit perfectly in the babysish seat, albeit it lifted him up a bit too high up, so his feet were dangling just a few inches from the floor. His mother pulled the straps together over each of his shoulders clipping them in place and then secured them to the middle strap that came up between his legs. “There we go – all done!” She said clapping her hands, seemingly so satisfied with the situation. Kyle was incredibly embarrassed in his current position and could feel the middle strap pulling his diaper up toward his crotch. He was essentially immobilized but comfortable enough. He could see his back back and diaper back was set on the floor next to him along with Karly’s. His mother went around to the trunk to was organize a few things. Kyle was mortified that she left the door open to his side, he was nervous neighbor would walk by and see him. Luckily only 30 seconds went by before Kayla came around to get in. “Aww look at you – so adorable in your little seat, so cool bro! Okay well I got move your butt up just a smooch little cutie so I can get in the back!” Kyle closed his eyes in embarrassment as his sister proceeded to adjust his seat and climb in the back. Finally, the door was shut and his mother climbed in the drivers seat. Karen turned around to face her kids in the back. “Okay my cuties do I think we have everything and are ready to go – I hope you’re all very excited. This is going to be lots of fun!” Kayla responded “definitely mom! Thanks for doing this, we always love this trip!” Karen looked over to Kyle “Cutie are you okay – I know this a lot but were gonna make it a lot of fun I promise” Kyle not wanted to protest or make an issue just shook his head with somewhat slightly teary eyes. So much had happened so fast. Karen reached over to handle Kyle his sippie cup of juice “here you go little one, in case you get thirsty and finish this there are some snacks in your backpack. If you need anything, you just ask Kayla and she can help you get it from your bag – do you understand?” Kyle nodded his head, his face completely flushed with embarrassment. He was especially concerned with what could be in his diaper bag, it was overfull, and he didn’t expect it was just diapers. The car backed up from there beautiful home and the gang was officially on the road headed to Black Bear Resort and Lodge. CHAPTER 4: ROAD TRIP TROUBLES Kyle was sitting in his Carseat with his headphones on watching Hilda, occasionally looking out the window seeing the scenery change from suburbia to dense woodland. He had embarrassingly had to ask his sister to get his Amazon Fire from his bag along with his headphones. He’d had to endure some chit chat from Candice earlier on in the ride, she seemed determine to ask him questions that a 5-year-old would be asked, but she was nice enough and Kyle entertained her candor as he had always liked her. Karly had woken up for a few minutes as they got going, she seemed to be very excited to be on the road and was somewhat fascinated looking at Kyle in the carseat next to her. Candice had her introduce herself to Kyle and tell him how old she was. The conversation was not exactly stimulating, and Kyle was hopeful he wouldn’t be resigned to talking with babies the entire 3 weeks. Candice ended up giving a bottle of milk to Karly, which caused her to fall asleep a few minutes later. Kyle had finished his juice 30 minutes earlier, so his sister got him his Frozen cup out of his bag for him, which to his surprise contained cold milk. Kyle didn’t think much of it and was thirsty so drank it without complaint. Kyle continued to focus on his show and tried not to think about anything. Naturally with the combination of zoning out on his show, the heavy feeling the milk gave him and the rumbling of the car caused him to nod off into a deep sleep. Kyle suddenly was stirred awake as his sister was climbing over his seat to get out of the car “Oh there’s my sleepy little guy – we are just stopping for a little gas baby you go back to sleep” she said softly. She continued to jump out of the car shutting the door behind her. His mom was nowhere to be found but Candice was upfront working away on her computer again. Karly was now awake zoned into her little show in the car seat next to him. Kyle was a bit drowsy and was surprised he’d fallen asleep so quickly. As he wiggled in his seat slightly, he noticed an odd squishy sensation coming underneath his bottom… “oh my god – I wet myself” he thought to himself. He couldn’t believe this had happened and how right his mother had been earlier when she predicted he’d fall asleep on the ride and wet himself. At this point he was so upset, he felt like he could cry but instead he resigned to pretending to be asleep again hoping that no one would notice his predicament. He hadn’t been in a wet diaper for years, so it was hard to tell how bad it was. He just hoped that he wouldn’t leak and could stay awake the rest of the trip to avoid wetting it again. Suddenly his door opened, and his mom was standing next to him with a big smile holding a little sandwhich and his sippie cup. “Hey there sleepyhead, can you wake up for me – I’ve got some yummy snacks for you” – his mother cooed. Kyle realized at that moment how hungry he was, they must have been on the road for a while. Kyle let his eyes open and looked at his mother with a sad face. “Hi mom – how long was I asleep?” he said trying to engage her like an adult. “Oh, I don’t know sweetheart but we’ve been on the road about 4 hours, just about 2 hours out from the lodge, so we got some gas and go potty. Oh! Speaking of that, do you need to use the potty Kyle? I can take you if you need to go.” His mother asked. This was the exact question Kyle didn’t want to be asked, he didn’t know how to answer, so instead he just shook his head no and looked down at his chest. His mother immediately knew what had happened. “Ohh baby did someone have an accident? It’s alright sweetie that is why mommy put you in a diaper it’s okay. Here let me check to see how wet you are” Kyle was mortified, he couldn’t believe he was being cooed and comforted over his wet diaper. Too top it off, now he was being checked in a gas station by his mom while he is sitting in a carseat. Karen put her hand in the leg hole of Kyle’s shortalls and reached two fingers inside the diaper to gauge for wetness. It was definitely pretty wet, but she figured he could last a bit longer. She had put him in an Extra-Small Northshore megamax, which they advertised as having a 12-hour range for maximum absorbency. “Oh baby – you really did make a big pee pee in your diaper… I think you can hold from leaking but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We can either change you in the restroom here or we can wait until we get to the Resort and do it our room – it is up to you.” She said in an empathetic tone. Kyle responded – “I think I can wait until we get there mom, I really don’t want to do this hear out in the open, especially in a gross gas station bathroom” His mom nodded and said “okay little one, well try to stay dry for the rest of the trip and just let me know if you’re starting to feel uncomfortable. We’re in the final stretch so should make there in no time. Here takes your little sand which and juice.” Kyle nodded his head and took his food saying “Okay mom – thanks for being so nice to me about this” “Of course my little lovebug” she responded. Kyle was surprised when instead of closing the door, his mother leaned over him securing something around his neck. It was then that he realized she had tied a large blue and white bib around his neck that even had a big pocket at the bottom to catch food. “Now this is something we should have had for you a longtime ago, this will keep you from getting all messy” Kyle was so embarrassed but at this point – it wasn’t surprising. There he was, sitting a car seat in a wet diaper, holding a sippy cup and dawning a bib. This was really turning into quite the summer. Shortly after this Kayla was back in the car and they were on the road again. Kyle quietly ate his sandwich and finished his juice as the “adults” in the car started to have a more open conversation about what they were looking forward to up at the lodge. Kyle was trying to not think about what was in store for him, so he wanted to exit from the conversation. “Hey Kayla?” Kyle asked reaching around to wave he needed help. “Yes little one?” she responded. “Ummm can’t help me get my headphones and Fire again – I wanna watch something” Kyle shyly asked. “Of course little bro, coming right up” she responded and quickly got Kyle zoned out watching cartoons. About an hour had gone by since they had left the gas station and Kyle was really looking forward to getting out of the car. He’d been stuck in this seat for hours and was really starting to get uncomfortable. It didn’t help that he had a wet diaper on and the straps were pulling against his chest. Then suddenly a new problem arose – Kyle felt a rumbling sensation in his tummy. It was then that Kyle realized he hadn’t had time to have bowel movement that morning. Now the tuna fish sandwich he’d just eaten, coupled with the oatmeal from the morning breakfast and all the milk was starting to work its way through his system. Why had he not asked to use the bathroom before – that was so stupid, he just didn’t want to be exposed in his diaper – he thought to himself. At this point the need for urgent and he had to do something. He took his headphones off to ask for someone to stop “Hey Mom! Can you stop at the next rest area – I really need to use the bathroom” Kyle asked desperately. “Oh Honey – I’m not sure there is anywhere to stop, we just have woods for the next 30 minutes and then we’ll pass a few other hotels before the lodge. Can you make it a little while longer? Plus your diaper can hold a little bit more sweetie, don’t feel bad you can just go and we’ll get you cleaned up when we get there” Kyle’s mom answered. Kyle responded, “No mom – its number 2 and I really gotta go!” Kayla spoke up – “Yuck that is gross – you sure there is nowhere to stop mom? I don’t want to be back here for that – it’s going to stink so bad!” “I’m definitely sure, Kayla you calm down – everything is going to be fine and we’ll deal with it. Now please be supportive for your brother and let’s not make a big deal of something that hasn’t even happened yet” Kyle’s mom said. Kyle didn’t know what to do – he really had limited options and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself from filling his pants. The urgency was growing and his body started to let go of gas uncontrollably. He let out a few loud wet farts. Kayla leaned over Kyle to roll the window down and said “woosh that is a stinky boy, its okay cutie just sit tight we’ll be there soon.” Kyle just glowed red at her comment and his current situation. As the pressure built up, he started to wimper a bit in his seat. It was then that Candice turned around from her seat to face Kyle. “Baby its okay you just relax.” She said as she reached into his bag to hand his little stuffed bear. She continued “It’s all going to be okay and don’t worry little boys have accidents all the time. We just clean it up and everything is all better. Can you be a brave little guy for me?” She looked at him with the sweetest eyes and it practically brought Kyle to tears. She had such a way of talking to people, it made you feel so loved. All of sudden a short moment after Candice’s calming words, Kyle’s bowels let loose, and he uncontrollably started filling his diaper. The mucky substance filled out all over the front and back of his diaper, as his car seat strap along with his shortall left nowhere else for it go. The sensation was so much different then being wet, it was hot, itchy and immediately he could feel a stinging pain in his butt. The combination, mixed with the pain, the immediate smell and the embarrassment was just too much for Kyle - he started to cry. “Mommy I need my diaper changed!” he wailed at tears filled his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he had just said. His outburst woke Karly who also started to cry, just in reflex to the commotion. Kayla was staying out of this one, letting her mom and Candice take the lead. Karen turned to Candice “I gotta keep my eyes on the road, can you calm this down” she asked. Candice nodded and turned around to face her two crying charges. “Little ones – its gonna be okay were almost there. Hush now, we’re only about ten minutes away.” She went into both there diaper bags and go something out. Kyle watched as Candice stuck a pacifier in Karly’s mouth, which she immediately started to suck and calm down. She then turned to Kyle “Hey there my brave boy – now just sit tight for a little longer, I’m sure that poopy diaper feel super yucky, but its gonna be okay. We’ll get you all cleaned up in no time. Now I want you to suck on this and watch your show and be good for me. Can you do that for Auntie Candice?” He was still crying uncontrollably as she lifted a pacifier to Kyle’s lips. She managed to push it in and her immediately started sucking on it without thinking about it in between little cries. It took about a minute before he stopped hyperventilating and settled into his show again – trying desperately to ignore that the awful smell in the car was coming from him. He was so embarrassed by the entire thing and just wanted the car ride to be over. There they were on the road with all the windows down, as they approached there destination. Kyle looked up from his screen to see the familiar sign for Black Bear Resort and Lodge. He’d been coming her since her was 2 years old and knew the grounds incredibly well. This time was definitely going to be different, but he was still met with the immediate sense of relief when approaching the main lodge. Then he realized what was about to happen… he was going to have to get out of the car and check in – in front of other people wearing a messy diaper… he only hoped he’d be spared the experience and could wait back with Kayla at the car. To Be Continued

Unfortunately I don't have any stories as I'm not married. I've actually never been in a relationship.?? Hahaha!?? But I'll just say, it feels great when you have people that support your padded lifestyle!? And I'm glad your husband does too. It's especially nice that you don't have to hide your little side.????????

Let's explore the subject of printed diapers!

I knew that I have a bad track record when it comes to finishing stories, but I think the only way I would be able to write consistently is if I made a patron like everyone else seems to have today. Now, I’m not arrogant enough to think that anyone would pay for my writing (I am my no means calling anyone with a patron arrogant). So, I give you the pre-warning that this story may go dead at any time. Mostly I am wring this for myself, and I apologize if this story gets to real for anyone. Honestly I have no plan for how this story will turn out. I am just going to write and see what happens. Also I can already tell that, at-least the first part of this, is going to be a little depressing. Now, with that all out of the way, let me begin. Chapter 1 Malory didn’t know what to do anymore. She was loosing her friend, and she had no idea what to do. It was his eyes. Within his hazel eyes she saw the dam holding back all that pain, however, unbeknownst to the owner, that dam had broken long ago and that pain was spilling froward, attempting to drown its host. “How was work?” Malory knew full well that Levi’s work day had been shit, even before she had asked, but the words were out of her mouth before she could help it. COVID conditions had caused most of Levi’s co-workers to leave, and as he was one of the most senior staff. Levi’s higher ups kept putting more and more responsibility on him, and the cracks were beginning to show. “Three call outs,” he said dully, as he slumped into the couch beside her, still wearing his work clothes. “How was your day? Did your presentation land with your boss?” In reality, her day had been fantastic. The presentation in question had been the culmination of months of work, and her boss had loved it so much, he had given Malory and pretty sizable raise. However, she knew this information would be salt in the wound. Levi had been shouldering most of the slack at work, but his bosses kept passing over him when it came to handing out promotions. Malory had the sneaking suspicion they didn’t want to promote him because he was so useful where he was at, that promoting him would leave a difficult gap for them to fill. So instead, Levi’s bosses continued to tell him what a good worker he was and how valuable he was to the company, while at the same time giving him nothing to show for pouring his lifeblood into the company. “It went okay,” she said, deciding in that moment to keep her success to herself and focus on trying to cheer him up. “Good news though. We both have tomorrow off. Maybe we can go adventure somewhere fun.” When he didn’t respond, she jabbed her fingers into his side and began to tickle him. “Come on grumpy butt, let’s not focus on work.” He struggled to push her off as he giggled against his will. Eventually he had her subdued with his arms, but Malory was soon free, as the shock of her licking his face had caused Levi to loosen his grip on her. No longer laughing, Levi returned to his sullen state. “I guess we could, I don’t really have any plans.” To be fair, he rarely had plans anymore… ==================================== Levi was alone. All he wanted was someone to share his life with; a person for him to love and that would love him in return. The dating world didn’t make since to him anymore though. At 29, it seemed like the dating market had all but dried up, and all that was left were the numerous dating apps that only seemed to benefit women and the few men that were sly enough to convince said women they were worth chatting with. Even before COVID restrictions drove everyone inside, no one hung out in public anymore. There was nowhere that Levi could go to meet anyone new. Levi’s parents kept telling him that he would meet the right girl eventually, but they didn’t seem to understand that he couldn’t meet “the right girl” if he couldn’t meet anyone at all. To him, he had passed the age of relevancy 6 years ago, and along with that relevancy, his dating prospects had dried up as well “I guess we could…” The words left his mouth but he didn’t really know what he was saying. He wanted to cry. He didn’t want to have to be the strong one anymore. …”I don’t really have any plans.” Levi didn’t want any plans, didn’t want to think or make decisions. He didn’t want to go on anymore; keep telling people that he was okay when he was long past his breaking point. Levi knew what would make his life better, but life didn’t want to oblige and give him what he sought. Levi knew Malory meant well, but he honestly he didn’t have it in him to pretend to be human for her right now. “I’m going to to take a shower…” ===================================== “I’m going to go take a shower.” Before Malory could say anything, Levi had vacated the couch and disappeared into the bathroom. She sighed and wiped the lone tear from her eye. The two had been friends for years and Malory wished she could give Levi what he wanted, but the romantic connection wasn’t there. They had tried dating in the past, but they had both agreed they were better as friends. However, over the years the relationship had become deeper to the point where they were more like family than anything else. So, when the time came that Levi had needed a roommate, Malory had been the first and only option. Malory knew everything about Levi, and she would bet a year’s rent that he knew everything about her as well. Malory looked at the single tear on her finger and contemplated her options. Levi needed her, but her going to pieces in the face of the fathomless black hole of his depression, wouldn’t do him any good. He needed a strong rock to hold on to; something to tie him to the shore so he didn’t drift off into the aether. The idea hit her and she was moving before her thoughts had completely formed. She felt the steam coming from the shower as she passed the bathroom door, passed her own bedroom door, and proceeded to push through into his empty room. Part of her told Malory this was a bad idea, but she ignored this inner voice. The gambit was worth the risk. Levi needed something or he was going to drown in his own sorrow without ever reaching out a hand. Malory pushed back his closet door and opened the lone bin that resided there. She was instantly greeted by the smell of baby powder and she quickly delved inside, looking for a particular prize. ======================================== “I am an ABDL.” Malory stared at him blankly, clearly having no idea what he was talking about. He sighed and continued with the words he now new he had to. “It means I like to wear diapers and act like a baby.” ======================================== The memory was still fresh in her mind. It had taken everything inside of him to reveal this secret about himself. Malory knew, in that instant, that telling her this had been a cry for help that had gone unanswered all his life. She had been understanding and had asked a lot of questions. Even though Malory occasionally caught a whiff of urine and baby powder, Levi never broached the subject again and Malory, knowing it was not her place, never mentioned it either. Levi’s fetish didn’t make her think any differently about him, but at the same time, she didn’t think it was her place to go into that world with him; that was until now. It was clear as day. In his life he had to be the strong one; everyone depended on him, and he was not allowed to show weakness or vulnerability. She shifted aside some pink diapers, adorned with patterns of unicorns, in search of something she knew had to be there. Malory don’t feel totally comfortable with diapering her friend, but she was going to do her part, as she saw it. Finding what she was looking for, she closed the bin and then the closet. ======================================= Five minutes in, Levi had given up on washing himself, and he now sat beneath the falling water, wishing he had decided on a bath instead. When the water began to cool, Levi took that as the queue to get up and shut the water off. After drying himself, he wrapped the towel around his waist and pushed out of the bathroom. Glancing over he saw that Malory was still sitting there on the couch, now watching something or other. Without a word, Levi entered his room, shut his door, let his towel drop to the floor, and fell, still naked, onto his bed face first. ======================================= Malory sat there, object in hand, as she waited for Levi to exit his room, but he didn’t. She had been worried about this. Levi had been going to bed earlier and earlier, and she was sure that he had no intent on exiting his room now. “Well, that’s too damn bad,” she said, standing up and walking over this his closed door. “Get out here you lazy bum! You are going to at least watch one show with me before going to bed at…” she looked up at the clock and sighed, “9 o clock. You have five minutes to get out here or I’m going to poor cold water all over you.” Walking back to the couch, she hoped he wasn’t too far gone to rise to her threat. Her fears were put to rest when his door opened and Levi exited, wearing pjs and a t-shirt. “You are very needy,” he said, sitting down next to her. There was a slight grin on his face, but she didn’t fail to noticed none of that grin touched his eyes. “Yes I am very needy, thank you very much. Now,” she patted her lap, “ your needy friend needs you to lay down in her lap and ask no questions.” “Why do you…” Malory put her finger to his lips, effectively shushing him. “No questions,” she said again, more sharply this time. “Head down.” Cautiously he obeyed and she then rested a hand on his head and began stroking his head. “I don’t want anymore words from you tonight. You had had a hard week and I want you to just relax and let this happen.” “Let…” he began, but at this sight of her flared nostrils, and wide eyes, Levi went silent and nodded. “Now close your eyes and open your mouth.” ====================================== Levi wanted to question her again, but he knew when she got like this, arguing was pointless. So,he just did what he was told; closing his eyes and opening his mouth. The silicone nipple entered his mouth and he was sucking out warm milk before he could even process what was happening. Instantly he open his hazel eyes and was greeted by Malory’s sunset ones. In those eyes he saw love, pure love… and he started to cry. I know I probably have grammar and other editing mistakes that need fixing but I honestly just wanted to post something quickly before I lost my drive. So, please tell me of any mistakes you find and please give me your thoughts on the story material if you have them.

Littles of faith, I'm looking for suggestions on really good contemporary Christian music. I love Casting Crowns and Newsong; and I prefer groups that do original songs (I don't need any more covers of I can only Imagine)

I too enjoy extended wearing of my used diapers. Once one is taken off, I will not reuse it nor will I put on someone else's used diaper if that is what this post is about. I typically stay dry for a very short amount of time.

I wanna get a shirt I saw: "Be the person Mister Rogers knows you are"

You should check out these bands: Citizens, Kings Kaleidoscope, Crowder, Rend Collective, CityAlight

In fact, I'm sure I made myself a little incontinent. One year I started anal training, at what intensity I don't remember exactly (about three times a week). I bought a whole set and started with small sizes, and so increasing and increasing the diameter of the toys. Switching from one toy to a larger one only when you feel that the body is used to it and it's easy for you, it was a fun time. At the end of May, I mastered about 3-3.5 inches. Did I have any effects? Definitely yes. Firstly, I have long noticed how I stopped completely control the gases. Secondly, if I feel the urge to go to the toilet, it is almost difficult for me to keep it, I think I will not be able to keep more than 30 minutes, but I did not have to check it in any way. I thought that this was a temporary effect, but I took a break for this summer, and now, for 3 months nothing has changed. I am at the same time happy, because this is what I am going to, and I have at least some noticeable progress, but at the same time I am excited, because of the same incontinence of gases, yes, I can still, although with difficulty, restrain it, but the fact is that I simply do not feel that it is coming and just do not have time to restrain myself, so I sometimes have to buy tampons when I know that I will be in a public place. If you want, you can ask me questions, I will be glad to answer.

SGT is the Army abbreviation for Sergeant

Good overall story but I was wondering if in the end she would get away.

Yeah, losing Mr Rogers was a huge loss for the world!? it was never the same after that!????⛈️?️?

Terrible time of year for a power outage! Glad you were able to ride most of it out at work!

I got you!

Lol

Just about any color diaper or printed diaper is ok by me. I do like the NS colors and Tye Dye MegaMax diapers though. I think it might be time for Adam to consider a few more colors; how about bright yellow, pastel/baby blue Lites and Supreme diapers?

I Like Printed ones, and I LOVE my Northshore's: So Far, my Favorites are the PINK Ones Brian

@Diseased88 I would also say that your decision should be whether the job you hold NOW is providing for your needs, or if you need to make a change. Simply wanting to wear at work is a DESIRE, and you must weigh that with the idea that if you change jobs SIMPLY because you want to wear at work, this may not be a good decision. If it were me, I would have to take a HARD look at the situation. If you want a "sit down job" then that is one thing, but you have to understand that your choice of underwear is YOUR choice, but that you would be eventually found out about, and sometimes that goes GOOD, while other times it is BAD. I am LUCKY: I am incontinent, so this is something that can happen to those who are disabled, whether from early in life, or later on in life. Having CP, I expected that it would occur at some point, as CP is neurological in nature, so that is a given - Incontinence is a symptom of my condition, so I won't have to worry about it too much, but you also could have something happen, where someone misunderstands, and it can turn into a bad situation. I had been "outed" to all of my co-workers, some of my customers, and all of my volunteers, because I made a MISTAKE: Then, one of my support contractors took it too far, and did not talk to me first, but called me at WORK, and "dressed me down" while I was at my desk: I basically felt like a criminal, and I had been dealing with incontinence for months before August 2019 - I expected that contractor to keep this professional. and I took responsibility for my mistake, but I finally I to NAIL this contractor, because she would NOT stop, and began to threaten me - It took a couple of calls, and I was able to QUASH this: I was in a position where I had a problem, and this contractor made my life hell, until I was able to straighten out this really crazy situation......... Keep in mind, my wearing and using is NOT a desire, it is a NECESSITY: I was devastated because of what happened, and I can tell you that people who misunderstand usually cause the ripple. In my case, it made it harder: Its bad ENOUGH that I had someone not understand, but to then threaten me or chastise me because I have incontinence is RIDICULOUS! In my job, the people who NEED to know of my incontinence KNOW it, and they SUPPORT me: I use a wheelchair, and I can tell you that I carry my supplies with me, and I change when necessary. I do it because I NEED to, and yes, I like diapers, but I NEED them too. When you make a decision on whether to change jobs, it should be made with the understanding of what will happen FINANCIALLY and for other reasons: The least of which would be your ability to wear diapers at work. You CAN do it, because it is your decision, but Remember, that you should place your PRIORITIES for diaper wearing LOWER than your priority for having a job that allows you to sustain yourself. Good Luck! Brian

I like the printed ones, especially pink princess.

Ahh I see. Another way to do that would be "was barely in her 20's" but that to me would be under 25. "barely in her mid 20's" could be referring to she had turned 25 recently. Language can be a funny thing sometimes. Thanks for clarifying. I took a break from reading to get some things done, will give a proper feedback once I can give the story proper attention.

Right now in this COVID economy, McDonalds is paying right around fifteen bucks an hour, so go work there. Why don’t you look at this another way.

Page 7 “Your hair is looking good too, just lucky I guess,” she said. Dakota finished his trash duty then grabbed his supply cart and rolled it into the women’s restroom to clean. He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. She was right, his skin was looking good, less oily, clearer, fuller, smoother. His hair was the same, it looked thicker and more full of life. “Clean living,” Dakota said to himself and smiled. Dakota didn’t drink, smoke, or take drugs, he didn’t have a problem with those things, and in fact he sometimes wished he could, but he couldn’t. Inhibitions were good for someone like him. He walked over to a stall and pulled the front of his jeans down and looked at the diaper he was wearing, a generic white diaper that he knew he couldn’t really use unless he could change and Dakota didn’t want to change at work. Still it gave him pleasure just knowing it was there. He started to pee and realizing where he was he turned and sat down to take a leak. Afterwards he walked back to the sink, washed his hands and lifted his shirt up and examined his sore nipples, they seemed a bit swollen. His phone buzzed, a text from Amy. “Hey going out with the girls tonight, probably be pretty late, so I’ll just see you tomorrow,” Dakota sighed, “Out with the girls,have fun,” Dakota said to himself. The door swung open and Dawn walked into the bathroom, “Oh hey, sorry, I got a pee.” “Oh no problem, I’m leaving,” Dakota said. Dawn walked past him and into a stall, Dakota heard her pants unzip, “How’s Amy?” she asked. “Umm, good, I’ll just go now.” Dakota answered. “Well you know, girl like to party, I mean that’s what I hear,” Dawn said. “Yeah,” Dakota said. “I’m sorry, it’s just, when I see her out you’re never with her,” Dawn said. “I don’t drink, or smoke, or go to bars,” Dakota giggled when he heard tinkles, “geeze dawn,” “Relax, everyone pees, some of us just do it sitting down,” Dawn said. Dakota laughed out loud. “Hey, my Sister wanted me to tell you she’s starting a new D&D game tonight, she wanted me to invite you.” Dakota had played D&D all throughout high school but had taken a break from it for the last year, Amy thought it was lame. He scratched his head. Hmm, a night at home alone or a night with Alexa playing D&D. It was a tough choice. “I’ll think about it.”

Here's hoping your curiosity is at least partially sated. But not totally... 3 Penny was beyond nervous as she stood there, waiting. Nearly all of her savings was in an envelope, in the hands of some bum down the street in the middle of the worst part of town. The phone call that led her here was so creepy, she almost backed out, but this was her last chance of keeping her independence, after another week and a half of fruitless searching for work. She shuddered as her mind replayed that call. Who is this? “I… uh… ‘T’ told me you…“ Shit. Okay, so you want to make an omelet? Six hundred. “Wait, what?! Omelet?! I…” It’s six hundred. You want them or not? “I don’t even know what you…” Idiot. How do you make a fuckin’ omelet?! “You… oh… okay… but is that?” All three. You keep talking, I hang up the phone. Yes or no? “I mean… Yes! But…” Good. Tonight at 9, you go down to 56th and Tatus. You give it to the bum in the doorway, in an envelope. I’ll text you after. “But I can’t…” You can’t what? You ain’t got the money? Fuck off, I’m hanging up. “No wait! I can… 56th and where?” 56th and Tatus. Six hundred. You late, you get nothing. Capiche? “I… yeah… thank you?” Wear a skirt. I promise, you’ll wish you did. She spent a good hour staring at her phone after that, second-guessing herself, remembering what Dee told her. But she couldn’t just sponge off her friend the rest of her life, and besides, as much as she was loyal to Dee for all she’d done for Penny, moving in with her would mean being submissive to her, for sure, and Penny wasn’t sure she wanted that life. Dee was a beautiful person, but Dee liked sharing her toys too much, and Penny didn’t want to be part of that sharing thing. So, she stood there, her eyes darting in every direction, waiting. The raggedy old guy on the corner took her envelope and walked away, and the longer she stood there, the more sure she was that she’d been ripped off. Until her phone vibrated. She read the text. Row of mailboxes further down the alley. She looked - there they were, half a dozen old tin mailboxes bolted to the brick. She walked toward them, and her phone buzzed again. Middle one She looked around, then lifted the lid. There was a crumpled envelope. She reached in, her hands trembling, and took it, doing her best to try and hide it from anyone’s view. Of course, there was no one. She opened it, and there was a single syringe inside. Furious, she pulled her phone out, but before she could text her anger at being shorted, another text came back. Stick yourself, and you’ll get the other two. You’re probably an idiot, so you probably don’t know to put it under your belly button. Why the hell do you want me to do it here?! She texted back furiously. Cop ain’t shooting shit. Neither is a snitch. You want the other two, you shoot right here, right now, while I’m watching. And I’m watching, don’t worry. Her hand shook, holding the syringe. The alley may be deserted, but that didn’t stop her from being terrified of someone seeing her, especially since this nameless weirdo said he could see her. But she was in now, there was no choice. If she didn’t do this, she’d have to go to clinic on Monday anyway, but she’d be nearly broke and still no closer to the freedom she so desperately craved. Penny steeled her nerves; she could do this! She pulled the cap off the syringe and stared at the fierce point for a moment before lifting her shirt. She looked at her flat tummy, looking again at the syringe. There wouldn’t be poison in this thing, would there? Her phone vibrated again. She knew it was him, bugging her to do it. No need to look. She closed her eyes and stuck it in, just below her navel, as he instructed. With her other, trembling hand, she pushed the plunger. It hurt like hell, but the more shocking part was her bladder voiding into her jeans. Her phone vibrated again as the shock of pissing all over herself sank in. Idiot. Told you to wear a skirt. The other two are in the box at the end. Take them 4 weeks apart. Good luck. Wait, what do I… she started to type back, but she stopped when she saw a phone hit the pavement maybe twenty feet away and smash to pieces. She looked up, but all she saw was a fourth-floor window closing. Nothing left to do now but go forward. She looked in the other box; another envelope greeted her. She pulled it out and peeked inside; two more syringes. Nothing left to do now but walk home, wet crotch or not. She surveyed the damage on her jeans; the wet spot was huge, covering the inner half of her thighs. The alley was still deserted, thankfully. She stuffed the envelope into her purse and did her best to act natural, as natural as she could with soaking wet pants anyway, as she walked back out toward the street. She stared at the ground ahead the whole way, feeling the eyes of passers-by on her and struggling not to blush. It was a long, humiliating, and miserable walk home. And her shower was never before such a welcome sight when she got there.

This was such a relaxing chapter. I find it exciting that her friends have allowed Rose to continue to care for Elli, is there some magic in the game which should make her positive? I am curious how the council will react to Rose's letter. And yes I have also sung the song, it was at the time when I worked as a kindergarten teacher one of the favorite songs what I should sing to my children. I look forward to more chapters and more stories from you.

Chapter 2 When the crying began Malory started humming a tune from her childhood. She felt Levi’s muscles un-tense and she smiled. Mission accomplished. Malory continued to hum and stroke Levi’s head, and Levi’s tears eventually stopped. Though-out the whole ordeal, Malory could feel his continuous nursing as more and more of the warm milk disappeared. His eyes had closed long ago, and it seemed to Malory his nursing was becoming slower and less consistent. Is he… Malory removed the, now, empty bottle from his lips but his mouth continued to suckle at empty space. Malory almost teared back up right there, but she resisted the urge and slowly, but carefully shimmied out from under Levi’s head. ===================================== Ashlie looked down at him and smiled. “Who’s mommy’s little baby?” Levi wanted to respond but the nipple in his mouth caused it to come out as a mumble. “That’s right you were.” Levi snuggled in closer but the warmth was no longer there. “I was there for you like no one will ever be again.” His vision turned red and he could no longer move his limbs. “Do you still trust me?” A fist came out of nowhere and the red world turned pitch black. He couldn’t see the fist but he could feel it falling on his head over and over again. “I never loved you, and why would I, you freak?” Levi whimpered but his body was locked in place. The world was shrinking more with every echo of the word. “Freak,” his legs started to cramp up, “freak,” his head was pounding, “freak,” the tears had returned. ==================================== “Freak!” Malory dropped the pacifier she had been holding. The blue and green pacifier, adorned with an elephant, bounced as it hit the ground. The shout couldn’t have belonged to anyone else. It was only her and Levi in the house. Malory quickly picked up the pacifier, pocketed it, and rushed back into the living room. The sight made her want to die. Levi was pulled into the fetal position and rocking back and forth. Tears and snot streamed onto his shirt as the single word continued to tumble from his mouth. “Freak, freak, freak….” There was no change as Malory entered his peripheral vision, and she had the sneaking suspicion he wasn’t aware she was even there. She resisted the urge to start crying herself and she hurriedly wrapped her arms around the shaking man. There was a sudden intake of breath and Levi’s eyes went wide. ==================================== The light of the tv was blinding as the world popped back into place around him. Levi didn’t know where he was and the arms around him didn't feel like hers. The next second Levi knew where he was and the shame nearly drowned him. “I’m sorry.” Despite wanting to melt into the couch cushions, he instead sunk into Malory’s embrace. “I’m sorry…” He wanted to say more but something was pushed into his open mouth, and he began sucking without even thinking. ==================================== Malory was the one that wanted to apologize. She had triggered this by trying to go into a world she didn’t understand. She wanted to apologize for doing what she did, but she knew what that would do. Resisting her instincts, she began speaking. “Don’t. I know what you are going to say, and just don’t. Wait right here,” she stood up and headed toward the bathroom. Before she reached the bathroom, she turned around and added, “leave your pacifier in.” When she came back, she begin to wipe down his face with a warm washcloth. Levi whimpered and tried to pull away, but all this did was cause Malory to grab his head with her other hand. As he could no longer pull away, Levi’s face was soon snot free , and Malory was satisfied “Now,” Malory looked into Levi’s eyes and put a finger on his pacifier to be sure he knew to keep it in, “you are not a freak.” She could tell he wanted to say something but thankfully the pacifier was doing it’s job. “I did this because I wanted to, not because I felt I had to.” This was partially a lie, but that information would do nothing but harm Levi’s fragile state right now. “You need to learn to relax.” She kissed him on the cheek then stood and pulled him to his feet. “I was going to let you sleep here but I think you had better sleep with me tonight.” Once again she was grateful for the pacifier. It wasn’t until she was opening her bedroom door that she realized how her words may have been misinterpreted. Malory looked back and saw Levi was still standing in the same position, right next to the couch. “I didn’t mean like that,” she said rolling her eyes. Exasperated, she walked back to the couch, grabbed Levi’s hand, and pulled him into her room. The room in question looked like a holistic medicine shop: numerous crystals hung from the walls, half burnt incense sticks littered her bedside table, replicas of the sky’s constellations danced across her ceiling. She took him by the shoulders and made him face her. “I want to look after you tonight okay? Will you let me do that?” His eyes stared back into hers, and after a moment of silence, he ever so slightly, nodded his head. Malory responded by pulling him into a hug. ================================ “I’m just wrapping my head around making you my baby.” Levi couldn’t believe his ears. “Are you sure you really mean that?” She giggled, “it sounds like someone really likes that idea.” She picked up one of the diapers and examined it. “I think your bottom belongs in this.” “You’re jealous of a two year old? What the fuck is wrong with you?” She was right. What was wrong with him? “Stop acting like a baby.” His eyes shot open but the world was covered in a fuzzy filter. It took him a minute to realize he was crying again and he pushed the liquid out of his eyes. It was then that he saw the arms wrapped around him, and he felt the warmth of Malory laying behind him. The pacifier had fallen out of him mouth and a pool of drool had formed beneath his head. Blushing, he picked up the pacifier and put it on the bedside table before closing his eyes and drifting back off to sleep. ================================= “You are going to make a great mother.” She knew it was true. How couldn’t it not be? That’s what they taught in church and if she had faith, she knew she could be a mother and nothing else. Nothing else… nothing… The morning sun peeked though the blinds and she stretched, or she would have if something wasn’t laying on her right arm. Malory looked down and saw Levi playing little spoon to her big spoon. She smiled rubbed his back, causing him to shift and open his eyes as well. “Good morning,” she said yawning. It was then that she noticed the pacifier, not in his mouth, but sitting on the bedside table. Had she pushed things too far with that one? “Morning Malory,” he said with a yawn to match. The two lay in bed for the next half hour, not saying much, but Levi finally took it on himself to get up and jump in the shower. Malory knew he couldn’t start the day without a shower and she took it upon herself to make breakfast. However, before she left her room, she did not fail to notice that Levi had left his pacifier in her room. Malory almost left it there, but thought better of it, at the last minute, and pocketed it.

Thanks for reading, we're rounding the final twists and turns at end of the race, and I hope you guys had fun with this zany story about a sleepover, alien body snatchers, and diapers. There are 30 chapters and an Epilogue. I hoped to be finished by August 1st, but that didn't happen, I'm taking my time when it comes to wrapping up 'Without Merit'. I'm aiming for Chapter 28 next week, and I plan on releasing Chapter 29, 30, and Epilogue at the same time on a later date. This is mostly a 'setup' chapter, preparing for a final showdown at the lake house. 27 Light and dark worked differently now that he was fully under its spell, the world lacked color, meaning, purpose. It was him and his mommies, and his delightful diaper. Marisa was right, it didn’t hurt, because it didn’t feel like anything at all. This was the good life. A worry free existence that came with the sacrifice of his soul, his reason for being, and his daily illusion of free will. They were back at the lake house, in the pink room, his room. However, he would’ve preferred the walls to be more of a robin's egg blue, maybe with yellowish dandelion accents, and he needed his Pokémon posters to be on the walls. “Adam, wake up. Come on, come on — wake up. It’s not too late.” Who was this black haired girl? Is she a mommy, too? Through the grayish haze she certainly looked like one. Adam managed to fully open his eyes but that was a bad idea. All he saw was color, oversaturated, way too bright, a blinding kaleidoscope of rainbow. He hated it. He also hated how this mommy kept jostling him around, he wanted to go back to his nap. Maybe not feel alive for a few more hours, maybe a few more days. But this mommy, she didn’t want him to take a nap. Why? He was so sleepy from going shopping, the oldest mommy told him that he was so good, that they had such a big day. The blonde mommy wanted him to take a nap, she whispered how tonight was going to be a big night, too. Adam had no idea what she wanted, but she certainly wanted it. The pretty mommy with honey-colored hair, the one who saved him from his old life, the one who pushed the pain away, she didn’t say anything at all to him. Did he do something wrong? Now, back to this little mommy, she was having a frowny face day. She looked scared, confused, and kept pulling him around and snapping her fingers in his ears. Maybe this little mommy needed a mommy of her own, he had three, he was willing to share, maybe give her the older, cranky mommy, or the blonde one who kept kissing his neck and rubbing his diaper. No, he kind of liked that mommy for some reason. However, the honey haired mommy belonged to him. “Adam, you’re strong, you can break free of this, I know you can do it.” Katie yanked the pacifier out from his mouth. “Wha—“ His mouth felt raw, loose like jelly, slick and wet with saliva. Katie had a pacifier between her fingers, held away like it still had cooties on it, a long string of drool dripped from the bulb. “Earth to Adam, anyone home?” Katie frantically waved a hand in front of his face, trying to get any semblance of attention. “Come on, I need you to snap out of it because we’re running out of time.” “Ti-me?” Adam stuttered, still dumbfounded by actual existence. “Alright, can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Katie sighed. She took a hand and slid it against his cheek before bringing it back with a vengeance. Slap! “Owie!” Adam cried out and held his cheek while kicking his legs. AKA Toddler death throes. He didn’t like this mommy at all, she was now the mean mommy. Write it down, M-E-A-N, that’s how she was going down in history. Katie brought the back of her hand against his other cheek. Adam saw stars, brightly colored and mesmerizing, his vision blurred from the pain, but his mind was one slap closer to normal. His thoughts became clearer, especially after she started shaking him. His brain rattling about his skull was quite the wake up call. Smack. Mean mommy wasn’t even a real mommy, she was a Katie. A girl who stayed at home to come up with a plan. A plan to do what? Smack. Ouch. The world sprang back into color, connections reformed between his senses and brain, and the personality that made him Adam awoke from a long nap. Katie pulled another hand back, she looked focused and concerned, and a lot better rested than she did that morning. She must have taken a little nap herself. Another hand came his way, and he softly grabbed it from the air. “Stop! Stop! I’m awake, just stop hitting me!” Adam whined. “Finally! You were starting to scare me.” Katie shifted back on her haunches, leaving Adam sitting on the pink bed. Her entire posture changed, from rigid to relaxed, the crease in her brow disappeared, and most importantly, she stopped slapping him. Adam rubbed his cheek and glowered. “Did you even think about using a mirror before beating me up? You know, like we talked about.” “It must have slipped my mind,” Katie answered, it looked like she found the whole slapping thing mildly entertaining. “You’ve been totally out of it ever since you got home over an hour ago. The way you just sat and drooling on yourself, I thought you were gone for good.” “I guess I’m back now.” Adam smacked his lips together a couple of times. “Why does my mouth taste like bananas?” “We chopped some up, and I fed you with a spoon.” “Was there a bib involved?” Adam felt around the back of his neck for a lingering sensation of velcro. “What do you think, Adam?” Katie snapped. “You were nothing but a baby zombie when they pulled you out of the car. And this paci? I almost needed the freaking jaws of life to get it out of your mouth.” “Well, you see how you do when you’re abandoned like I was in a baby store,” Adam pouted. Katie protested, “I’m just saying —“ Adam held up his hands. “Look, do you have a plan or what? I freaking lost to this thing out there. This wasn’t like before, I was totally gone, and it felt like dying. Are you going to help me or just get out of my way?” “You talk mighty tough for a guy with Elmo on his ass,” Katie fired back. “What?” Adam looked down and saw he was wearing a Pamper. There was a lovely smiling Elmo on his crotch, but he’d have to take her word for the one on his bottom. He looked back up at her with a confused look on his face, then hastily covered up his diaper with frantic hands. “What happened to my shorts?” Katie just laughed. “There’s nothing funny about any of this,” Adam complained. “I hate being someone else’s joke.” “Adam, if you could only see the way you look when you’re angry in a diaper, it’s hilarious.” Adam pointed a finger at her. “That sounds like something the Entity would say, I’m not so sure about you anymore.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Katie asked. “Are you questioning my allegiance or something?” “That’s exactly what I’m doing,” huffed Adam. “Fine, fine. I totally understand why you’re paranoid, but this should make you trust me.” Katie fished around her jean pocket and pulled out a small make-up mirror, similar to one his mom carried in her purse. It made him wonder if his mom was still his mom, or was she already something else. He shuddered. Things were serious now, much more so than this morning. His rapid descent into babyhood was similar to a playground slide, steeper at the bottom and almost impossible to climb back up again. She shifted closer to him on the pink bed, and held the mirror open and facing the both of them. It was like they were taking a selfie. The reflection would tell them everything, Adam looked at the mirror and into Katie’s normal looking eyes. There wasn’t a hint of red anywhere, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was stupid to think that she’d change teams, but that business with Charity scared him into paranoid territory. The cheerleader jumped ship in a matter of seconds. The mirror slowly rotated onto Adam. His eyes glowed blue, but this time, it wasn’t going away. The effects of this thing were becoming permanent, did that mean he was still under control? Adam wished there was a guidebook for all of this: ‘Your Entity and you’. Despite the rough day, the thought made him grin, so did the ridiculous nature of the entire weekend. He had to assume the strange things that happened were more real than the normal things that happened. In the real world there was a well-orchestrated charade meant to humiliate him, this supernatural side dish only wanted to reveal a vast town wide conspiracy. He still wanted to fight back, so he wasn’t totally under It’s control. However, to do that, he needed a plan; but that’s why Katie was here, because she had a good plan. “So, what do we do next?” Adam asked. Katie looked trepidatious again; why was she so concerned? She was the one chilling all morning coming up with a plan, he was the one suffering behind enemy lines. “Alright, I came up with somewhat of a plan, but you may not like it.” Adam already didn’t like it. “Okay, give it to me.” Adam sat down on the crumpled oversized unicorn he rode the night before. His thicker diaper buoyed him a bit before he could finally get comfortable and settle. Katie used her hands to talk when she was excited. However, she wasn’t frantically snapping her fingers like this morning during her brainstorm. This time her hands were flattened and knife-like, like she was about to karate chop the air with her rhetoric. “I figured the best way to pull the others out of their trance is to expose them all at the same time. I believe that they’re like a virus, and contagious, and they will reinfect one another if they’re given any chance. I don’t want to play ‘whack-a-mole’ with this unseen force that we’re against.” Adam nodded. This was good stuff, he had tried the ‘divide and conquer’ technique at Webber’s to disastrous results. He would need to tell Katie all about what happened there, after she told him their new strategy. “So I thought, what’s the best way to capture all of their madness at the same time?” Katie waited a moment to let it sink in, her ‘karate hands’ finally came to a stop. “A picture, or photograph, like your weird dream girl told you. However, I don’t think I can convince the ‘It’ to stand in front of the mirror and look at themselves, especially all at the same time. Even one by one would make ‘It’ suspicious of us — if it isn’t already.” “Oh, it’s onto us,” Adam muttered, “and ‘It’ doesn’t care if we know or not.” The Entity was in the bragging stage of the game, spiking the football, running up the score and rubbing their faces in it. It knew it was winning, so did Adam, but he didn’t want to ruin her good mood with the truth. Still, he had to tell her what happened at the store. “You’re going to have to tell me more,” Katie said. Adam took the time to explain Diane, which could have taken all day, because that bitch was crazy. He told her the important stuff, so it wouldn’t throw off whatever she cooked up. He may have left out the parts about the pair of wet diapers and the changing table handjob. Katie didn’t need to know ALL the details. “I figured this would eventually come into the equation,” Katie surmised. “I’m not surprised by what happened, we should’ve figured that something this strange couldn’t be kept to the confines of the lake house.” “But how far does it go?” Adam looked grim. “That doesn’t matter, at least not to us. The most beautiful part of this plan is how quick we can turn the tables.” “Hear me out. I spent a lot of time thinking about your dream, I think it’s the most important part of your, let’s say, ‘experience’. Are you following me?” Adam nodded, he was mostly distracted by her active hands, but he was hearing bits and pieces. “This guru-girl told you two very important things. The first is that ‘it didn’t matter for her’, which means that this has happened before. The second wasn’t so direct, but I picked it up after kicking it around in my head a bit. The reason she called pictures ‘photographs’ and she hummed weird songs that you didn’t recognize — she’s from a different time, Adam.” “And?” Adam didn’t want to be rude, but if this was the best she could do, he was in deep doo-doo. “Don’t you get it? That girl was from a time where photographs and mirrors were the only way to see yourself for who you really are.” “Yeah, I picked that up myself,” Adam snapped, he was getting mildly impatient. “Just explain how this is supposed to help me?” Katie grinned a wicked grin, pulled her smartphone free from her pocket and held it up for Adam to see. Oh! This girl was smart. “The Entity has never dealt with one of these before,” Katie proclaimed with a smile. “Tell me, what’s better than a picture that says ‘a thousand words’? A video which shows a thousand pictures. We are going to nuke them with so much revelation, in so little time, that It won’t be able to fight back.” “This might just work,” Adam muttered as he stood up from the bed. He started excitedly pacing the pink room, Pamper rustling with every step, but that did little to hamper his improving mood. He stopped and turned back to Katie, who was already awaiting his questions with a twinkle in her eye. “What if the revelation makes things worse?” Adam asked. “How can it get much worse for you, Adam?” Katie confidently answered. “You’re hanging on your last rung, you can’t get much lower than you are now. Like dying, remember? We are going to strike fast and strike hard, that’s our only chance to undo this thing.” “And if this doesn’t work, what happens then?” The room got quiet real fast as the conversation was sucked from the air between them, creating a space where they could cringe together without a single word. They didn’t want to think about it not working, Adam couldn’t bear the thought, he’d lost already, and he had no idea how he was able to break free from It’s final grasp. Katie stood up and hugged him, held him tightly in her arms. “It’s going to work, Adam. Something just tells me that this is going to work. You’ve got to have faith in yourself, you are stronger than you think. I have no idea how you’ve pulled through this weekend, but I need you to do one final thing, then you can be free.” Still, it sounded easy enough. A simple plan to follow like a path away from diaper dependency and mind control, an actual path to freedom. “Alright, I’m game,” Adam conceded. “What do I need to do?” Katie took a painful swallow, so Adam did the same. “Now, this is the part you might not like as much.” Katie let the anticipation reach its peak before telling him the rest. “The only way we can be sure that they’re glowing is by putting a baby in the room. You’re going to have to pretend that you’re that baby, and go into complete baby mode.” Complete baby mode. Adam didn’t like the sound of that at all, the plan started losing its shine real quick. He unconsciously ran a pair of fingers across the Pamper at his waist, he didn’t know how much more like a baby he could become; thanks to the Entity, he’d picked up nasty habits like sucking his thumb, wetting his pants, and actually doing the poopy dance. Adam asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re going to have to act like the cutest baby in the world to draw them all out. If you play your part, the Entity won’t be able to contain itself, it will come for you, but first we have to complete the look.” “Complete the look?” Adam trailed off. Katie motioned towards the Pikachu footie pajamas, an adult sized footie with snaps at the crotch for quicker diaper changes. This was undoubtedly worse than the sailor suit he’d worn for that play, easily the most embarrassing thing he’d ever been asked to wear. “I don’t think I need to tell you how I feel about this.” Adam began to feel ill, and he hoped his face showed it. “There are too many variables, too many things that could go wrong. You know martial arts, can’t you just kick them or something?” “It’s not just about you, Adam. Even if we were able to break out and escape, we’d be leaving our friends under It’s control. I know you think they deserve it, but the right thing to do is give them a chance to get away. If this doesn’t work, I’ll kick them — Charity first.” Adam pointed to a small purple box gently laying upon the footie pajamas. Tiny and sinister, like a little clown with a butcher knife. “What’s that?” “That’s a laxative,” Katie answered, “it’s like a diuretic but for your, you know —“ She pointed to her butt. “Oh, jeez!” Adam groaned. When Katie mentioned ‘complete baby mode’, she meant everything she said. Adam began to feel trepidation himself; it was one thing to mess yourself because the Entity tricked you into doing it. Something all together different to do it to yourself, like homicide vs suicide. Oh jeez, that was awfully morbid. “Just to be clear, I’m going to be um.. pooping myself on purpose?” “You’re correct,” clarified Katie. “Would you like to see my eyes again?” “No, no. I trust you.” Adam barely trusted her, but he was out of allies. Her plan had faults but it was better than anything he could come up with on his own. There was a baby bottle filled with milk next to the laxative, it was most likely something to help him stomach the medicine. That’s what he had to do, stomach the medicine. ‘Going with the flow’ meant executing the best plan to the fullest, and if that meant dirtying a diaper, that’s what he would have to do. They were on a time limit, he’d have to go undercover and hope for the best. Katie had his back. “Let me help you get dressed, Adam.” He went into the footsie feet first, then he laid on his back as Katie sealed his crotch with the snaps, one at a time. He felt snug as a bug as she zipped him into the suit. Flipped over the hood so it looked like he had little yellow ears. Life was pain. “They’re not going to be able to hide their true nature from you, Adam.” Katie struggled to stifle a smile, covering her mouth with her hand as if this was as serious as a funeral. Adam wished it was his funeral. The oversized footie was uncomfortably hot, and how would he put it? Mortifying. Still, if this was what it would take to win, he’d gladly do it. That resolve bubbled up again. The last dagger hidden in his boot was a small bottle of purple stuff, it had recommended dosage measurements on the side of the box, but those could be ignored in emergency situations like this. He twisted off the cap, and held it up for Katie to see. “Bottoms up.” And Adam chugged down the laxative without a care for its oncoming consequence. Of course, it tasted nasty. Adam quickly picked up the bottle of milk and put the plastic nipple between his lips and began to suck. The muscle memory was similar to a pacifier, a familiar movement like riding a bike. Katie grinned. “What?” Adam pulled the bottle free from his mouth. “It’s nothing,” Katie placated. “It’s obviously something, you wouldn’t be all sheepish if it was nothing.” “I just like seeing a plan come together, I know I’m weird.” “It’s got to be something more than that,” Adam prodded. “Alright, fine. When we first picked you up in the SUV, I thought you were the biggest wussy weakling in the world. But now, I can’t imagine how tough this weekend was, but you’re so brave that you keep on kicking.” Adam smirked. “So you’re saying that I’m changing, to avoid needing changing.” “I wouldn’t say that much, especially after you just downed a whole sample-sized bottle of laxative.” Katie bit her lip to keep in a laugh, then let it out anyways. “You’re going to need changing before it’s all said and done.” Adam and Katie shared a moment of gallows humor, laughing together too hard, until their ribs ached and both fell back onto the mattress. When it’s all over the best you can do is laugh at how it ends. “Why are you laughing, Katie? I’m not the one having to change this diaper.” Adam crossed his arms, and glared at her, a move he’d picked up from the girls this weekend. “I’m not dealing with this disaster,” Katie corrected him. “I’m the one holding the camera, but rumor has it, that Marisa is on diaper duty.” Oh, jeez. Adam laughed along with her, it was pretty funny loading a diaper for ‘perfection personified’ Marisa. She’s going to need a lot of wipes for the first diaper that she’d have to change. He gave Katie a sly grin. “Then, let’s go out with a bang, but hopefully not a blow out.”

sorry again for the long delay. Finished mass effect a while ago but had some health issues with family that needed priority. If you haven't played the mass effect trilogy, i recommend it, great engaging story! Here is the brand new chapter! Long as hell as usual. I wanted to go longer but I thought the cliff-hanger was good enough. I also did some revision because I wanted to really establish the slow regression and hopefully that is presented in this chapter. Please forgive any typos. I didn't do much proof-reading after finishing! Chapter 19 .Sean could feel the warmth of the sunlight coming through the nearby window and no matter how much he tried, he could not remain asleep. The first thing he did after waking up, was to let out a loud yawn while opening his eyes. There was a small sense of confusion as Sean realized was no longer laying on top of Zoe's body, but rather was laying directly on the mattress itself. “Zoe really is a morning person...The complete opposite of me...Huh?” Sean noticed that he was gripping something with his arms. He then pulled the covers to see that he was holding onto Linky, the stuffed animal that Zoe provided for him, yesterday. “Are you a morning person as well, Linky?” Sean chuckled to himself as he awaited for a response that he knew would not come. After all, it was only a stuffed animal. But if it could somehow respond, Sean felt like he would not be surprised, given with all that's already happened since arriving in this amazonian dimension. Sean took a moment to glance over at the diaper that he was wearing and the only article of clothing that he had on. He couldn't tell or feel if he actually had used it or not. After pressing his hand on the front of the disposable undergarment, Sean didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. For him, that was either a blessing or a prelude to something far worse. Sean didn't want his body to get at the point where having accidents would become as natural as breathing. “Jesus.. Everything that happened yesterday, including last night...What a shit show... Sean blushed and sighed while remembering all the events that transpired yesterday. “That god damn mental regression is no joke. I wasn't behaving anywhere close to my usual self. I'm sure that Zoe understands that as well. Hell, I bet she feels the same way. We will simply put this behind us and move forward. We both understand where to draw the line... I hope this is the last time I have to wear a diaper.” Sean did his best to carefully lower himself off of the bed, but he still ended up falling on his padded butt. The soft cushioning kept the impact on the floor to a minimum. “The sooner that I can be out of this thing, the better.” While Sean was happy that the padded undergarment protected his body from the fall, he felt like it had finally overstayed it's welcome. After helping himself back onto his feet, he tried to rip the tapes off, but the tapes wouldn't budge whatsoever. “Of course they won't come off. If they did, that would actually be a convenience for me. This dimension really loves to screw with me.” Every step Sean took, resulted in loud crinkling noises coming from the diaper. Sean really didn't care since he wasn't outside, where anyone could see him. “Wait...I can walk alright? Seriously!” Sean was pleasantly surprised to find himself still standing on both of his feet while carefully walking towards the bedroom door. Sean assumed that it was a combination of his body adapting to the thickness of the undergarment and that he was no longer under the influence of the mental regression. He was in no mood to be crawling on all fours. “That adoption center was creepy as hell. I can't believe how badly I was regressed. I never even noticed the difference. That's a story that I'm never telling anyone when I get back to my dimension.” Sean was determined to keep himself level-headed and not blindly rush into situations like he did at the park. And while it was a negative learning experience, Sean was grateful that he was able to recover from it. “I've been here only a week and I'm expected to hold this job for six months...That feels like a impossible task at this point.” While dwelling on his job situation while slowly walking his way through the hallways, Sean started to sniff the air and was welcomed by a wonderful aroma of syrup. “Yum. Zoe's gotta be making pancakes or something similar to it.” The allure of the possible upcoming breakfast was something Sean enjoyed thoroughly back when he was in elementary school. It brought back memories of when his mom made him and his sister a meal before dropping them off at school. Sean reflected on how oddly simplistic his life was back then. Given his predicament right now, he felt like he had taken his family life for granted. He so desperately sought independence but this was not exactly the type of adult freedom he was looking for. But before Sean could continue to think about his family, he was interrupted by Zoe. “Good morning, Sean! How's my wittle bunny wunny, today?” Zoe easily heard the crinkling noises coming from the living room, since she had kept the television off, so there was no noise coming from that specific direction. Sean watched as Zoe walked out of the kitchen, to greet her partner in the living room. “Ugh...I'm doing much better, I really feel like my normal normal self again. Yesterday was... Different.” Sean didn't really want to bring up the specifics from last night, including the point where he was nearly breast-fed by his work partner. He wasn't sure as to what Zoe thought about it personally, but he was ashamed for how it got to that point. Even if he was partially regressed, it still didn't change the fact that he made a fool of himself, especially when when he tried to keep Zoe from leaving. “That's so good to hear! I'm happy that you were able to get a restful night of sleep. We both really needed it. I'll have breakfast ready for you in just a bit. So you can go ahead and use the television while I'm finishing up. I'm sure that you and Linky have some fun fun cartoons to catch up on!” After patting Sean on the head and then kissing him on the cheek, Zoe walked back into the kitchen to resume her morning duties. Sean noticed that Zoe seemed a bit more lively this morning, as if she had won the lottery. Her physical affection also was also more evident. “Huh... Linky?! I thought I left you on the bed... I guess you are in need of some company...Very well.” Sean didn't realize that he had been holding onto Linky with his right hand, all this time. Sean knew that he had something to say to Zoe, but the allure of cartoons seemed to be more enticing at the moment. Sean pulled Linky into a hug and started to walk towards the television without a moments notice. Sean grabbed the remote off of the coffee table and sat down on his butt while clinging onto Linky. After turning on the television, Sean took a few minutes to browse the stations. He found a sports station and decided to keep it on there for a few minutes, interested in seeing how different amazonian basketball was from the one in his dimension. Sean did his best to keep himself focused on the sports event but for whatever reason, he started to lose interest and needed something flashier to stimulate his mind. “This is boring, let's try something else.” Sean kept changing the channels until he found a cartoon that had a dragon as a school teacher. It was wearing a graduation cap and a pair of glasses. Sean immediately became immersed and dropped the remote, feeling that he had finally found something to keep him engaged. Roughly ten minutes later, Zoe entered the living room, holding a bowl filled with small chopped up pieces of pancakes that was also drizzled with syrup. She noticed that Sean was enjoying himself by laying on his stomach and sucking on his thumb rather contently. Zoe smiled at the sight, but “Honestly, I can't leave you alone for even one minute before you try to get yourself into trouble.. I don't mind if you prefer to watch these type of shows, but I need you to take your anti-regression pill before hand, otherwise you could end up losing your ability to talk like with what happened yesterday. Thankfully this channel is not one of the more aggressive type of regression stations.” Zoe noticed that Sean was watching a show that allowed for hypnosis under the level three regression state. It was nowhere as bad as the level five state that Sean went through the prior day, but Zoe knew that Sean had to be more cautious. It also motivated her to take on a more controlling role with her partner. “What are you talking about? I feel just fine.” Sean explained as he continued to suckle on his thumb, not even aware of his infantile tendency. Zoe couldn't hide the fact that she found Sean to be utterly adorable while sitting on his diapered butt, while holding onto the stuffed animal she gave him. “Alrighty, cartoony time is over. Now it's, nom nom time!” Zoe turned off the television and picked her partner up from the floor and brought him over to the couch, while holding his food with her other hand. “But Zoe, the show was just getting good!” Sean whined before he felt a very light slap on his wrist. Sean was confused as he looked at her in the eyes. “Baby, if there is something that you want of me, you first have to call me by my proper name now. Don't you remember the deal we made, last night?” Zoe asked as she placed the bowl of food on the couch and then she started to slowing pat Sean on his diapered rear-end. “Deal...What deal could...”Sean's face began to flush as he remembered his conversation with Zoe from the prior night. “You remember now? I'll continue to look after you on your day's off, but in return, you have to call me mommy and act as my baby when we are not working for Diamond Tours. This will continue until we find a safe way to get you back to your dimension.” Zoe noticed the look of disbelief on Sean's face, she expected it and planned to make sure that it would continue. “But Zoe, I was under some of the effects of the mental regression, I wasn't in the right state of mind!” Sean tried his best to explain himself while preparing himself to be slapped on the wrist again but nothing came of it. “It's okay sweetie. Mommy knows that this is all new to you. Just relax and we will continue to have a great time together. It's not all that different than how we have been as of late. After all, haven't you been enjoying yourself while I've been changing your wittle diapys for the past couple days?” Zoe asked as she pulled Sean in for a hug. Sean felt powerless and surprisingly a bit conflicted. “But...But...It wasn't like this...Diapers, bottle feedings...This only happened after I started having these sudden freak accidents! This has never happened before I came here! My bladder issues must have been caused by Alexa. Don't you remember?” Sean could feel his body getting warmer as his head was now resting on Zoe's chest. It felt so surreal and comforting at the same time. “I know...I know...Alexa is a meanie and not a good person. I know that for a fact, but the truth remains that we don't know the definitive reason as to why you started having your accidents. But consider this a fortunate opportunity. This will allow us to bond even closer and rely on each other while we are working together.” Zoe knew very well that she was part of the reason as to why Sean's bladder control had weakened. And while she had stopped taking orders from Alexa by giving Sean the special pills that caused his bladder to weaken, she was secretly satisfied with the current results. Sean did his best to try and think of something to get himself out of this situation but the overwhelming warmth and security coming from his amazonian partner seemed to be fogging up his mind.. “Besides, it doesn't make up for the fact that you have been forgetting to take your anti-regression pills. That has also been a huge contributing factor in your accidents. If I'm around to take care of you, I'll make sure that you don't forget to take one when it's required.” “But that doesn't explain the whole babying thing. We can do without that, right?” Sean asked as he kept staying right into Zoe's eyes. It was almost hypnotic, he couldn't blink as she looked down at him with a blissful reaction. “Listen Sean, in this dimension, it's routine for a amazonian like me to take care of all of your needs. It's actually out of the ordinary for a amazonian to look at a little as a adult. I know that we first started out that way, but that was when we were getting to know each other...Don't you think that this will work out for the best? It's not like your actually being adopted. We will continue to work for Diamond tours in a professional manner but on our days off, we will be able to improve our quality of life together.” Zoe knew that she had Sean were she wanted, now she just needed to make sure that he accepted his new role. “Bu...But!” Before Sean get another word in, Zoe carefully placed Sean so he was sitting on her lap, she then started to playfully pinch and squeeze his cheeks in a playful manner. Sean could see that he wasn't gaining any ground with his arugment. “How about this. If you don't become fully comfortable with the way I take care of you, within a week, I'll consider rolling everything back, how does that sound?” Zoe had no intentions of doing so, but she wanted Sean to slowly accept and embrace his new role in their friendship. When she first met Sean, she originally never had any intentions of babying him, but after getting to know him for some time, her maternal instincts were just too much to ignore. She wanted this and would not accept a different answer. “How can I let this happen...But is it really all that different from the past couple of days?” Sean tried to convince himself that this was all temporary. He started to feel a bit better after Zoe stopped messing with his cheeks. However, she didn't waste in anytime, as she began to pat his head, gently. Sean looked down at the floor as he took a deep breathe. He had never expected things to get this far, or perhaps it was his foolish sense of naivety that made him think that way. Sean knew that he probably had several chances at leaving this dimension before having his first accident but he wanted to stay optimistic and see this dimension in all it's worth. Now he was paying the price for it, even if it was only temporary. He managed to find some solace with that very fact. “Okay Zoe...I will put up with this for a week...But only if it's with you.” Sean couldn't object anymore as he had nothing else to say at the moment. He also felt abnormally close to her and wanted to believe that she was looking after his best interest, even if it was in the way that only a amazonian can. Sean knew that he was also at fault for putting certain expectations on this job and expecting everything to go according to his plan. He needed to adapt to his new environment, that way he could last long enough to see this job through. “I'm so proud of you, my baby. I promise that all your needs will be fulfilled while under my care. The important fact is that you know that you can count on me. We don't want anything to happen that could jeopardize your job with Diamond Tours. Without it, I doubt you will be given the option to return to your dimension. But by relying on me, I'll make sure that nothing like that ever happens. I want you to fulfill your agreement with the company and not have to deal with any type of drama.” Zoe knew that the only obstacle was Alexa, but even she didn't have the complete authority to fire Sean from his position as a special consultant. The problem was that she had nowhere near the connections and influence like Alexa had with the company. She had to be determined and focused if she wanted her words to actually have meaning. “Stupid question, but can I not go back to my dimension at this very moment?” Sean asked, curious if he could simply walk into the company's headquarters and use the same machine he arrived in. “It's no that easy, baby. If you are caught trying to leave before your contract with the company is up, you could face certain forms of discipline. I don't think it would lead you to being fired, but it's not something I would take a chance on. Your best bet is to rely on me and for you to do your job like you have been doing. Your type of work and feedback is important to Diamond Tours and how our government establishes a good rapport with your dimension as well.” Sean felt oddly at ease when he looked back up at Zoe, her eyes were filled with confidence as if she knew exactly what she was saying. Even though she was a amazonian, he saw her as someone that could be relied upon. But at the same time, Sean felt like he was losing something about himself and that the longer that this went on, he would never be the same again. “Even if everything goes well, I will still be stuck in diapers for over five months. Then again, Rebecca has been doing this for the past few years now. I guess I could put up with it. I just don't want the end result to be the same as hers.” Sean knew that the last three individuals that held the same position as he did, which included Rebecca, eventually ended up being adopted. Sean kept wondering as to his chances of actually surviving this whole ordeal. “I'm pretty sure that I'm fucked, given the choices in front of me, but still, I gotta persevere. I have to continue to think postive” Sean said quietly to himself. “Now is my baby, hungy wungy?” Zoe asked as she started to talk to Sean in baby chatter. “Ugh, yes Zoe. Sean replied as he looked up at the amazonian. There was a moment of silence as Zoe raised a eyebrow and gave Sean a slight smirk. “Did I do something?” Sean asked as Zoe moved her face closer to his. His heart was racing incredibly fast. “Sean, remember what you are supposed to call me, going forward?” Zoe began to rub her nose with his, causing the boy to blush slightly. It took a minute, but Sean was finally able to figure out what Zoe wanted from him. Sean lowered his head again and began to blush even even more so. There was no point in trying to delay the inevitable at this time. “Sorry...Mommy.” Unlike yesterday when he was slightly mentally regressed, it took Sean some time to muster the strength to call his work partner by a title that he had not commonly said. “It's okay baby, it will take some time before it becomes second nature. As for your reward for remembering, open up and say aww!” Zoe grabbed the fork that was inside the bowl of cut-up pancakes and started to feed her partner a single piece. “Ugh...Mommy, is it okay if I feed myself? This is really a lot to take in.” Sean stated after taking in yet another bite. “Baby, I'm responsible for taking care of all your needs during our time off of work, so that includes, bathing, diapering, clothing, and of course, feeding you. The only thing I have to refrain from doing, is breastfeeding you. That would...Complicate things.” Zoe giggled to herself as she continued to feed Sean more several more pieces of the chopped up pancakes. As embarrassing as it was, Sean did enjoy the taste and texture of the pancakes. Sean thought back to last night and how close he was from nursing on actual amazonian milk. If that occurred, Sean knew he wouldn't be all that self-aware. But even still, he knew that his predicament wouldn't be all that different from right now. “After we are done here, I'm going to give you your anti-regression pill. It will be needed if you want to continue to watch the majority of your cartoons shows. It's my responsibility to make sure that you are not mentally regressed after all. And as your new mommy, I want you to experience all the wonders of this dimension while you are in the right state of mind. We have a lot to cover today, hehe.” Sean was happy that Zoe seemed to be a bit more like her normal self and wasn't struggling with her maternal instincts but that also meant that he would have to subjugate himself to this new form of relationship. It could possibly be shorter, depending on how things go tomorrow with his meeting with the lawyer, Kairi, but as of now, that was a unknown wild-card. And Sean was still uncertain if he should talk to Zoe about it. Right now, he needed to focus on what today was about to bring. Zoe thoroughly enjoyed feeding Sean his breakfast, she even purposefully missed his mouth a few times, so some of the syrup would land on his cheeks. And while Zoe found it very wholesome, Sean found it rather annoying, but he decided to let Zoe have her fun. He wasn't in a place where he needed to present himself. “That's my baby, now finish up that last bite and I'll get you cleaned up.” Zoe watched as Sean chewed and swallowed the last piece of the pancake in the bowl. She rewarding Sean with a couple small kisses on both sides of his cheek. Sean could only blush as she grabbed a wet-wipe and started to clean his face with it. “Can I feed myself next time, Zo....Mommy?” Sean asked with hesitation. He didn't want to be completely submissive to Zoe, despite what has transpired. He still still a eighteen year-old boy. “We will see baby. Much of it will depend on how you behave today. I'm taking you out to see a annual fair that is held outside the city. We are going to have lot's of super duper fun fun times!” Sean could see that Zoe was far more enthusiastic about going outside than he was. Right now, he wasn't anywhere prepared to be social, after what occurred at the park, yesterday. Zoe casually grabbed a anti-regression pill that she had set on top of the coffee table and gently put it into Sean's mouth. Before he could request for something to wash it down with, a baby bottle was inserted into his mouth. “All already bottle-feeding me...She really is going to take this all the way...” Sean whimpered as he was being cradled in the amazonians arms. It was both comforting and humiliating at the same time. “It's okay baby. This is perfectly normal, just how it should be. Just let your mamma take good care of you.” Sean knew that he had no recourse but to suckle down on the bottle and make sure that pill went fully down his throat, which he successfully did. For the next ten minutes, Sean continued to suckle down on the bottle. Thankfully it was filled orange juice and nothing nefarious in it. Zoe was humming a lullaby quietly, which was causing Sean's eyes to get heavier. “Crap...I'm falling asleep...” Sean wasn't in the mood a quick nap, but his body had a different idea. Fortunately, Zoe noticed what was going on. “Is my bunny wunny all sleepy again? I know exactly how to cure that!” Zoe started blowing raspberries on his stomach, which caught Sean off guard. He could also start to feel his diaper, becoming warmer but he didn't care since he couldn't contain his laughter, Zoe knew exactly how sensitive Sean's body was, based on her prior experience. Zoe looked thrilled by seeing Sean's sluggish smile, after finishing her tickle attack. Sean unknowingly put his thumb into his mouth, exhausted from what just occurred, but no longer sleepy “That reminds me, I'll have to go and buy you a high chair later today, it will make feeding you, all that much easier.” Zoe explained as she picked Sean up and placed the boy over her shoulder. Her intentions were crystal clear, bring him back into his bedroom and get him changed for the day. Sean was about to say something until he caught wind that he was sucking on his thumb. He quickly pulled it out, confused as to how and why he was doing that, unknowingly. “I'm not regressed...So why?” Sean was confused and a bit concerned as Zoe slowly placed him down onto the mattress. Sean knew what was coming and felt rather rather causal about it. “If I'm in diapers for over five months, won't I completely lose the ability to use the bathroom? Just what will happen to my body if I this becomes the norm...I don't want to still be in diapers when I'm reunited with my family, that would be the definition of awkward.” Sean kept quiet but was concerned about the possible long term effects of being diaper dependent. After placing a changing mat under Sean, Zoe began the process of removing the tapes from his diaper. “We are definitely going get you some proper clothes to fit over your diapers. I have a few ideas, but I would also like your input on it, would you be interested, Sean?” Zoe asked as she removed tapes and revealed a very soiled diaper. “Ugh...Maybe.” Sean wasn't really in the mood for a conversation, at least while he was in such a vulnerable position. It didn't help that he already assumed that he kept his diaper dry, but now, that wasn't the case, which was another blow to his already shattered pride. “These diapers are really reliable. I'll have to purchase more of these or something of similar value. I doubt they are cheap though. Well in any case, only the best for my baby!” Sean could easily see that Zoe was having the time of her life. Unlike for him, it was almost the complete opposite. There was no point in asking for boxers, he knew that he had screwed any chance of wearing them ever again, after what happened yesterday. And pull-ups seemed like a after-thought on Zoe's mind, as she began to wipe him down. “Am I really making the right decision?...Is there really a better option at this point.. I don't know.” Sean continued to lay quietly on the bed, as Zoe continued her due diligence in cleaning his lower half. As Zoe lifted Sean's legs in the air and started to work on wiping his rectum, it brought back memories of when he actually defecated himself for the very first time, while at the adoption center. Sean didn't want to have a repeat performance, especially if he was well aware of it. “Zo...Mommy. If I feel the need to go number two, can I be allowed to use the toilet? I would really appreciate it.” Sean asked kindly, hoping that she would offer some sort of leverage while under her unique from of care. “It's okay baby, you are welcome to go poo poo anytime you want, I'll gladly change you when you done. That's what mommy is here for!” Zoe's words came across as both kind and aggravating at the same time. Sean dreaded such a response and also the aspect of using a diaper for something other than soiling himself. He needed to voice his concern. “...Mommy, can you please think about it?” Sean cringed at saying such a childish word, it felt even more embarrassing since he was was fully aware and no longer mentally regressed, unlike with yesterday's events. And while he was happy for Zoe, he was slightly concerned about the sudden change in his living conditions and was wondering if the Zoe that he knew up until now was long gone...Or perhaps that side of her was all a mirage and he was now finally see the amazonian for her true self. Sean hated the thought, he didn't want to start second guessing the only amazonian that he had put any trust in. It wasn't healthy to continuously think about it. “ Okay baby, I'll consider it. I'm not expecting you to be completely comfortable with using your diapers right away, but I do expect to see you in them on a permanent basis.” I want you to adapt to them so you won't even realize that you are actually wearing them. It will help, trust me.” Sean watched silently as Zoe lowered her head and then rubbed her cheek onto his. Sean knew that he needed to come up with a contingency plan if Zoe couldn't keep her amazonian instincts in check. And while he knew that he had been growing more accustomed to wearing diapers for the past couple of days, he didn't want to be totally reliant on them. They were only suppose to be a means to protect himself from any unforeseen accidents. “Do I have to wear them even on the days I'm working as well?” Sean asked as Zoe started to apply the baby powder to his privates. He kept his face to the side, not wanting to look at her directly as she continued on. “Of course, you will remain in them until your job with the company is over. We wouldn't want you to soil or mess yourself while your interviewing another amazonian family. They would just end up diapering you as well. At least with me, you will be wearing diapers that you are familiar with. Plus they look so adorable on you!” Zoe explained as she placed the canister of powder at the side, and began the finishing touches of securing the diaper over Sean's powdered manhood. “Adorable isn't the word I would use.” Sean stated in his mind, as he pulled his head up a bit and took a glance at his new diaper. The tapes were colored pink while the rest of the disposable undergarment had a normal white tone to it. It also had very girlish cartoon animal designs on the front of the diaper. “I love you so much! I promise that we will get through this and we will both become better individuals because of it!” Zoe stated as she finished applying the tapes to both sides, completing the change.. To Sean, the word love was a very meaningful word and should not be said so lightly. For example, he loved his parents and sister because they were his legitimate family. He didn't love anyone else in the same way. Nor had he found someone that he loved on a more lustful or romantic way, though being with Rebecca for just a day, did make him feel a bit excited and eager to hang out with her again, even if diapers were ultimately involved. Sean still had mixed feelings about Zoe after everything that had occurred between the two of them. His mental regressive state caused him to see her a actual parental figure, but the feelings were artificial and not genuine. Right now, he felt cautious but also a sense of security as well. It was a far cry of what their relationship was like when they first met. And while it was subtle, Sean felt that he was fighting a part of himself that wasn't normal. As if he was slowly being assimilated into this culture. “Does my wittle Seanie wove is diapies? Yes he does! Yes he does!” Sean cringed at the way she was speaking down to him. The only thing that could make it worse, is if she spoke that way to him while in public. Sean looked up at Zoe and could see that she waiting for a response, obviously she wasn't going to stop until she was provided a acceptable answer. Sean bit his lip as he spoke up. “They are...Fine...” Sean just wanted to get dressed and hopefully put this all behind him. “Such a bashful tyke. I know my wittle one woves being cweany cwean.” Zoe picked Sean up from the mattress and kissed him yet again on the forehead. Sean couldn't remember the last time that someone had been so physically intimate with him. It was a strange feeling that he wasn't really able to comprehend. Amazonians seem to value physical intimacy and didn't seem to see any of it as inappropriate. “I guess the bright side to all of this, is that there is basically one that I personally know, that can see just how pathetic I am, right now. When I get back to my dimension, this will all be a distant memory...A weird one, but still a memory.” Sean could easily smell the baby powder and it was wondering if he would get used to the smell if he actually managed to stay for his entire duration while working for Diamond Tours. “That would be quite scary. To actually believe that this is all considered normal. I don't want that!” Sean began to whimper as he put his thumb into his mouth, unknowingly. “Aww...It's gonna be alright, Momma rabbit won't let anything happen to her baby bun bun.” Sean was pulled in for a quick hug. Zoe did notice the sudden change in Sean's behavior and wanted to rectify that as she pulled something out of her pocket. “I've got something much more suitable for you than that icky wicky thumb. Now open wide, bun bun...” Sean was startled to see Zoe holding the same pacifier that he had used the prior night. A gift from Rebecca's amazonian adopted mother. “The fuck!?” Sean slowly took his thumb out of his mouth as he grow more concerned over what just occured. He knew that he wasn't regressed, yet he was unaware of his most recent actions. Was the stress causing him to revert to such infantile tendencies? Sean didn't have much time to think as Zoe quickly shoved the soother into his mouth. The rubber teat felt both familiar and unusually welcoming. “I think it's best that you keep that paci with you at all times. I'll get a necklace to attach to it, so you can use it at all times, especially when you are feeling stressed out. I also recommend to use it in public at all times, that way you don't have to worry about any of the meanie adult amazonians trying to get you into trouble, while on your day off. My sisters little made a mistake of saying some rather bad words while out in the open and was forced to go to a etiquette school because of it. As you are aware, that type facility was only created so that littles would become far more docile and accepting of their babyhood. My sisters little was not all that easy to get along with, especially after when she first adopted him. But after spending two weeks at the school, he became the most obedient little that I've ever seen, he was almost like a different person. It also doesn't help that my parents will not allow a little inside the house unless they have been mentally regressed on a permanent basis or have been educated at a etiquette school. That is why I haven't brought you to my parents home for a visit...It would not end up going well for either of us if they saw and heard that you could speak properly.” Sean felt some relief that Zoe still was looking out for his well-being. Sean noticed that the pacifier seemed to be helping him feel more relaxed, even though the soother didn't have any regressive properties to it. “This isn't all that bad. Perhaps pacifiers are not as bad as I thought. But still... I'm not going to use one when I get back to my dimension, that would would be too awkard. Sean continued to listen in on Zoe's conversation and her perspective on things. “Personally, I'm not a fan of using a etiquette schools to force littles to adjust to the natural infancy lifestyle. I'm a believer that love and respect is all that you need in order to bring out the best in a little. I promise that no matter what, I'll make sure that you never end up at a school like that or even worse, a medical facility where they could wipe your your entire memory.” Zoe pulled Sean in for another hug, which was now causing him to feel a bit drowsy. “So, how about it, Sean. Are you ready to get dressy dressed” Zoe asked as she patted the front of his diaper. Sean was startled as Zoe lifted Sean off of her chest and was placed over her shoulder. He tried to speak up but only the sucking sounds from his pacifier were coming out. Sean had already forgotten that he had a pacifier in his mouth as he continued to act perplexed. “Alrighty then, now onto the really fun part! It's so perfect that I actually have the ideal outfit for you, my wittle bun bun. I can't wait for you to try this on!” It felt like time had slowed down for Sean, as he watched Zoe grab a article of clothing that was laying underneath the mattress. Sean felt a dreaded sense of nostalgia. It was a outfit that he was somewhat familiar with. Sean remembered the outfit vividly, since it was of the most unusual pieces of clothing he had ever seen. It was a bright pink onesie that was able to cover the majority of his body, from head to toe. It also had a pair of bunny ears and a white poofy tail at the lower back end of it. Sean never thought he would see that awful looking outfit again, after keeping it inside his closet all this time. It was a gift from his apartment manager along with a package of diapers and a pacifier, when he first arrived in the amazonian dimension. He originally thought it was some sort of honest mistake, as if it were meant for a actual baby or someone of the opposite sex. But now, here it was again, in Zoe's hands and Sean immediately knew what her intentions were. He had to make a stand, he could not allow himself to be submit to such a girlish outfit. “Zoe, what are you thinking? Please throw that away or even better, burn it! I have no intentions wearing that horrid thing!” Sean tried again to speak up but nothing was coming out of his mouth. He was alarmed and frustrated at the same over his inability to speak. “What the hell!? Why can't I speak! This doesn't make sense. I should....WAIT!” Sean soon realized that he was still sucking on the soother, he quickly placed his hand onto his mouth and tried to remove it, but for whatever reason, he was having trouble accomplishing that. “Why? Is this thing somehow glued to my mouth!?” Sean was unaware that he was holding the pacifier in his mouth as his teeth clinched onto the rubber teat. Zoe noticed Sean's distress and was able to easily remove the soother from his mouth, so she could better understand him. “Something wrong, bun bun? Are you still thirty or hungry?” Zoe asked while brushing his hair with her hand. “Thank you, Zoe. What I was trying to say is that I have absolutely no intention of wearing that thing!” Sean hoped that his words would get through but Zoe continued to look at him with a loving expression. “Why not try it on? I think it will look just adorable on you.” Zoe measured the onesie and knew that it would easily fit someone of Sean's small stature. However Sean didn't feel the same way. He wanted to retain some form of dignity. “Zoe... It's bad enough that I agreed to put up with these diapers but there is no way in hell, that I can actually accept this. I'm a fucking guy! That onesie was made specifically for girls. I'm not about to parade myself in the public, looking like that!” Sean thought back to when he had spent the day with his apartment manager and was forced to wear a sailor uniform. And while it was demeaning, it was at least designated for males. This however was something completely different. “As you very well know, that type of language is not allowed bun bun, just a warning. Also, this will only be for today. We are going to a lovely fair, outside of the city. It's a special occasion, after all.” Zoe tried to force the pacifier back into his mouth, but Sean managed to cover it with his right hand. “In that case, let me wear a pair of my normal pants and a shirt over this damn diaper!” For a moment, Sean felt like he had won the argument as there was a moment of silence. Zoe took a deep breathe and soon the atmosphere changed Sean could tell that his body was letting him that he was about to be in big trouble. “We are not going to argue over this Sean. I'm your mommy and I have the final say on what is truly appropriate for you to wear. Do you want a spanking to remind you of our deal?” Sean was stunned by Zoe's sudden change of behavior. One moment, she was a kind and caring person and now she was a menacing and scary amazonian. Sean knew that he had no chance of changing the outcome but he still didn't want to accept this. Tears started coming down his eyes. He desperately wanted to his stuffed animal, Linky to provide himself some comfort. “But...But ZO....Mommy...Please?” Sean begged, hoping to that she would see to reason. He had already admitted defeat and was somewhat ready to spend the next week as Zoe's baby, but he didn't want to be mistaken for a girl. “You have the count of three to put that pacifier back into your mouth, There will not be a four.” Zoe explained as she took a seat on the bed and placed Sean over her knee. He couldn't believe it, he was on the verge of being punished. “You can't possibly!” “ONE!” “Please Zoe, I'm not...”Sean couldn't continue to speak as he began to whimper. And while he was of sound mind, his body had a different idea. “TWO” “Before Zoe could finish her count, Sean began to bawl like a actual baby. It was almost like a out of body experience. He didn't feel emotionally broken, but his body had literately regressed on the spot. “This isn't right. I''m literally crying my ass off. I can't control my emotions, damn it, this is the worst.” Sean didn't dare to try and look up at Zoe, he could only wonder what she was thinking as he continued to sob. Zoe didn't count to three, instead she grabbed the pacifier and carefully placed it back into Sean's mouth. Sean immediately started to suck on it without a moments notice as his bawling began to end. Zoe felt kind of guilty, she even started to figure out as to what was happening to Sean but wasn't entirely sure if he was suffering some of the side effects from the mental regression that he had been through. “Sean I'm only doing what is best for the two of us. We need to rely on each other for this to actually work. In our dimension, no one is going to judge you for what you are. And the fact remains is that you are my baby, so you don't need to overthink things. Your momma will take care of everything, okay?” Zoe's words felt so soft and comforting. Sean was quickly pulled into a firm hug which he responded with his own. “Your life will be so much better and simpler while under my care. Don't worry about what anyone thinks of you. All you need is your mommy.” Zoe's words continued to echo deep into Sean's subconscious. Her words could not be ignored. Sean felt like he was in a trance as he stared right into Zoe's eyes. He could no longer see her as a partner or friend, at this time, she was his amazonian mother. “Is mommy right? Am I overthinking things? I just don't know...” Sean's mind was at a fog. Sean continued to struggle to come up with any answers. The only thing that was certain, was that he greatly enjoyed his pacifier. “Does Sean want to be a good baby for his mommy?” Zoe asked she placed her forehead onto his. Sean's face began to flush, he couldn't say no, not anymore. Zoe was his world and he didn't want to think of life without it. Sean slowly nodded his head. He couldn't think of anything but of Zoe at that moment. His job, his life prior to Diamond Tours, everything was irrelevant right now. “That's a my baby boy. Mommy is so proud of you. You are being very mature about this.” Zoe grabbed the pink bunny onesie and began the process of changing him into it. Sean did the only thing he could physically do at the moment, he closed his eyes as he felt his legs being enclosed in the warm and soft fabric of the onesie. Sean opened his left eye for a moment to take a quick glimpse of his feet, only to see that they were fully covered in a warm fur type of fabric. The feeling was odd as every part of his body was being enclosed by it. It was so unreal to not be able to see his own bare feet. It was also oddly comforting. His feet no longer resembled a humans, they looked like a bunny's. Zoe was simply humming to herself as she easily slid his arms into the onesie and quickly zipped up the back of it..Sean soon felt a playful tug on the puffy tail that connected to the onesie, Zoe then spoke up, indicating that she was finished. “Oh my goodness! It should be illegal to be this cute! Zoe explained as she looked over her work before applying the hoodie over Sean's head, so the bunny ears could stick up. Sean took a moment to look over his outfit, and while it was comfortable and clean, it was far from what he preferred. And while his diapers were covered from view, they were still noticeable as his butt was much puffier than usual. ”I wanna watch my cartoons!” Sean felt so unease and felt that some colorful cartoons would raise his moral. But his words could not be heard, with the soother in his mouth. There was a small part of his mind that was telling him to run, but he couldn't move a muscle after seeing the warm smile coming from his amazonian caretaker. “All right, let's get this last part buttoned up, that way we can head out the door soon!” Zoe put the finishing touches as she applied the snaps to the onesie. Sean instantly knew that he would have a hard time walking on his feet with this abhorrent outfit on. It also made his diaper feeling even more refined. “This will definitely give me some ideas on what type of clothing I should buy for you later today. The fair should have some really interesting sets!” Zoe then kissed Sean on the cheek before picking him up and escorting him to the bathroom. “Take a look! It's the far opposite of bad, in fact the pink fabric really blends in well with the color of your eyes.” Sean thought his heart had stopped beating for a moment as he gazed into his refection in the mirror. He didn't see a eighteen year old boy that was on the verge of adult-hood, instead there was a unknown baby girl in front of him, that hadn't even graduated kindergarten yet. “Dear god...”Sean kept his words to himself as he continued to stare at the complete stranger in the mirror. It didn't feel real, like it was some sort of dream and it was one that he couldn't wake up from. Having no facial hair didn't help any matters as well. The only solace was that no one would recognize him. But being mistaken for a girl wasn't really much of a positive in the grand scheme of things. The bunny ears and poofy white tail, only added fuel to the fire. Sean would have normally started to freak out but his body seemed perfectly fine, and he continued to slowly suck on the pacifier. He had everything to remain calm. “I'm going to take out take out your paci, so you can brush your teeth before we go. I need to write a few things down, just in case I forget about them later on today. Can you behave while I'm away for a moment?” Sean was caught off guard by Zoe's request. He nodded his head, as she took out the pacifier and placed it in slowly in Sean's left hand. After being allowed back onto the floor, Zoe gave a playful tap to Sean' padded rear-end before exiting the bathroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Sean looked over the pacifier for a moment, his body was telling him to put it back into his mouth and that it would solve all his problems. But for whatever reason, he kept staring at it, as if he was zoned out. Immersed in not just the object, but was it represented for him and his future. Sean then used his right hand to slap himself on the face. Knocking some sense back into him. “Look at me, I'm a diapered baby. I'm no longer a big boy, I need too...Damn it” Sean felt frustrated as he tried to fight his internal thoughts. Part of himself seemed to accept that being a baby was normal as breathing. “My only hope now is the lawyer...I...I can't put my trust in momm...Zoe anymore...Not after this...” As Sean started to brush his teeth, he started to reflect on his own decisions since arriving in this dimension. Sean knew he could have done much more than simply being careful and observant. He felt things were going just fine until he had his first accident and now it was all down hill from here. What's worse is that he was starting to feel a sense of revelation and that this was all meant to be. And he wasn't sure if this was something he truly felt or if it was his ongoing assimilation into this amazonian society. “This freaking outfit...Why couldn't at least be blue or green.” Sean could see that the hoodie covered the majority of his hair. The bunny ears remained standing even afer Sean tried to force them to stay down, but somehow they would always go back to there original position, as if the onesie had a mind of it's own. The puffy white tail on his rear end made his butt stick out even further. Almost every part of the onesie was a bright tone of pink, which did nothing but make him standout even more. The only part of his body that wasn't covered by the onesie, was only his face. “I ignored all the warning signs...Running away would amount to nothing right now...Even if I were to somehow to make it back to Diamond Headquarters and try to sneak back into that machine that transported me here, I'm sure that I would be reprehended before I could even come within a hundred feet of it. ” After brushing his teeth and placing his tooth brush on the counter, Sean slowly walked around, trying to get a better feel of what he would be wearing for the rest of the day. Sean knew that tomorrow had to be the turning point for his time in this dimension. It had to be. Sean noticed that he was able to stay on both of his feet as he walked around and then slowly exited the bathroom. His balance seemed to be more coordinated than expected, he wasn't sure if it was due to his mind not being mentally regressed or if his body was adapting to wearing diapers. The crinkling of his padded undergarment didn't do him any favors. Sean knew that this was not a part of his job description but yet, here he was, being treated like the all the native littles in this dimension. “I forget, wasn't it illegal for me to be babied? I don't know, maybe I'll ask mommy.” Sean sighed as he put the pacifier back into his mouth, wondering what type of fair he would be going too. He was hoping there would be some carnival type of games and animals that are native to this dimension. “I wonder if mommy will allow me to walk while we are the fair?” Sean suckled on the pacifier contently as he felt more at peace with himself. Everything else on his mind and what seemed important, now was a mere afterthought. “Thanks for waiting, bun bun. Shall we get going?” Zoe asked as she grabbed her purse and looked down at her baby and gently pulled out the pacifier. “Mommy, why do you keep calling me, Bun Bun?” Sean asked as he looked at Zoe with confusion. “It's my nickname for you. Your a baby bunny, and I think the name Bun Bun, suits you quite well.” “Okay...But after today, I won't have to wear this again, right?” Sean asked and awaited for a answer. “That's right bun bun, we are going to buy you so many cute alternate forms of clothing, I cannot wait!” Zoe gently placed the pacifier back into his mouth. Sean started to suckle on the soother, as if everything was normal, but he couldn't shake the small sense of dread he was having. “Your going to learn a lot about some of the culture from outside the city and perhaps you can make some new playmates as well!” Zoe grabbed Sean by the hips and hoisted him over her shoulder. “Playmates? Do I really want to have playmates? Wasn't I in this dimension for something else?” Sean kept questioning himself as he laid his head on Zoe's shoulder as she carried him to her car. “We will have to make a few stops for gas and to also stretch our legs, it's going to be quite the drive, but I made sure to pack some extra diapers and bottles for you. Perhaps I'll buy you a nice toy, that is if you behave properly.” Sean wasn't paying attention as he remained oblivious to everything around him and kept spacing out.. “Weather is kinda chilly, but I feel super warm in this!” Sean stated to himself after exiting the apartment, Zoe assisted in putting Sean into his booster seat but before he could be locked into it, a amazonian woman that lived within the apartment complex came over to get a closer look at the two of them. “Oh my, what a adorable baby girl you have there. How long as she been adopted for?” The older looking amazonian asked as she looked directly at Sean, whom still wasn't even paying attention, he kept staring at his feet as he stretched out his hands to try and touch them. “I just recently acquired her this past week, it's taken some time for her to adjust but she is a really good mannered little.” Zoe stated as she tried to hold herself back from chuckling a bit. She was somewhat amused that Sean was being mistaken for a girl, and she had hoped that Sean wouldn't take their conversation in a negative light. “In that case, congratulations on your recent adoption. She is a keeper, but don't let your guard down, most newly acquired littles have a tendency to misbehave and try to run away from their parents. It usually takes a few months before they can actually accept there proper role in life. It's always easier to send them to a etiquette school so they can adapt faster, but that's just my personal opinion.” The older amazonian woman then pinched Sean on his cheek as she nodded her head, before nodding her head and going her separate way. Sean quickly was snapped out of his trance as after being pinched on the cheek. He then started to scratch his eyes while he gathered himself. “What the hell? When did I get put into the booster seat? Why am I sucking on this pacifier again!?” Sean was perplexed as he took the soother out of his mouth, he looked over at Zoe but decided to remain quiet until they were about to leave. He had some questions that seriously needed to be answered. “Thank you for your kind words!...” Zoe replied as she finished up and strapped Sean tightly into his booster seat and then shut the passenger door. “Something doesn't feel right...” Sean thought he was having some sort of hallucination and he quickly bit his lip to make sure that everything around him was actually real and not some strange mirage. He was coming to the realization that his body and part of his mind seemed to be acting on it's own. As if there was a alternate version of himself. “I'm so sorry Sean...I just couldn't help myself. It was so amusing that elderly woman had mistaken you for a girl, hehe.” Zoe giggled to herself while starting her car, obviously not bothered by what had transpired. “This is exactly why I didn't want to wear this!” Sean yelled out as he threw his pacifier on the floor, slightly surprising Zoe. Sean wanted to feel upset but his body for whatever strange reason, wasn't allowing him to do so. His ongoing feelings of comfort and warmth felt way too unnatural. Sean knew that something was definitely wrong with his mental state, but he wasn't sure if it had anything to do with mental regression. He was well aware that he had already taken his anti-regression pill. This type of change felt way to spontaneous. “Understandable...Here, perhaps this will help brighten your mood.” Zoe handed over the stuffed animal bear, Linky. Sean's eyes widened up and his face sparkled with glee. “AWW! Linky!” Sean grabbed hold of the bear and held it tightly in his arms, some drool was coming down his mouth, as he embraced the stuffed animal with both his arms. “I knew that you would grow to like him. He was my favorite stuffed animal when I was still a toddler myself.” Zoe reached over and grabbed the pacifier on the floor. She quickly removed any dust and dirt on it. “Now Bun Bun, remember, I want you to be on your best behavior. Can you do that for mommy?” Zoe asked as she was about to force the soother back into his mouth. “I will mommy!” Sean happily accepted the pacifier without question. Zoe took a moment to adore the sight she was seeing. It was everything that she had hoped for and then some. It also confirmed her suspicions on what Sean was going through. It was a effect that almost all littles go through at some point. And it wasn't very well known to their kind. “I wonder if Sean is suffering the physical side effects from his previous exposure to mental regression. I don't think I ever told him about it when I discussed the mental regression system and how it worked. Physical indoctrination isn't as bad as going to a etiquette school...But still.” Zoe took a deep breathe as she exited the parking lot and headed towards the road. She felt a sense of guilt but her maternal instincts were telling her that this was for the best. Zoe put on some soothing instrumental music as she headed toward the highway. The weather was decent enough, slightly overcast but not menacing enough to produce any rain. She looked over at Sean for a second and so desperately wanted to keep him happy and care-free. But Zoe kept wondering if she was crossing a line that she wasn't suppose to do. She didn't want to end up like her folks and sister and see a little as nothing more than a baby that needed to be taken care of. “If I were to convince Sean to quit Diamond Tours, I would still need to get approval from human resources to make it finalized. I would also have to make sure that Alexa doesn't find out as well... NO! I promised Sean that I would help him and that adoption is out of the question!. He's got a family and...” Zoe changed the channel to a local talk-show radio station, hoping that it could keep her inner thoughts at bay. She had already forced Sean to temporary live as her baby, she thought it would be enough to satisfy her ever growing maternal instincts. But, she wanted more and that scared her. Sean continued to play with Linky for the next half hour, until he started to feel a bit agitated, he realized what the issue was and then allowed himself to soil his diaper, which caused his body to relax. He closed his eyes while embracing the warmth inside his disposable undergarment. Just a moment later, Sean opened his eyes and then looked around the car and came to the realization of what he had just did to himself. A look of disgust was evident as he dropped the stuffed animal on the floor. “What the fuck! I just pissed myself!...But this time, I wanted too... This is too much!” Something is seriously going on! I have to talk to Zoe right here and now!” Sean quickly removed the pacifier and placed it right onto his lap. He was ready to get some answers from Zoe and hoped she would comply. “Do you have something to say, Sean?” Zoe asked as she noticed Sean taking the pacifier out of his mouth. “Mommy, I went pee pee!” Sean quickly placed both of his hands on his mouth, horrified by the words that came out. It was like someone else was speaking for him. “It will be alright, bun bun. In about another half hour, we will make a pit-stop at a gas station, I'll gladly change your diapey right there. Please be patient for me, okay?” Zoe asked politely as she kept her attention on the road. Sean nodded his head and grabbed the pacifier and placed it back into his mouth, feeling that her answer was sufficient enough and that all was well in the world. Roughly twenty minutes later, Sean felt the car come to a stop, he wanted to get a better look and see where they currently were, but he was unable since the windows were far beyond his eye level. “I think it's about time we took a nice break and filled up the tank It will also do us good to stretch our legs and get the blood flowing.” Zoe exited the vehicle and then opened the passenger door, so she could help little out. Zoe removed the pacifier from Sean's mouth which caused him to whine slightly. “It's okay bun bun, I'll give you your paci back after we get you changed, okay?” Sean nodded slightly, he kept wondering as to why he felt so upset with himself. He decided to speak up, hoping that it would help balance himself out. “Just...Where are we?” Sean looked around and noticed that they were no longer in the city, it almost looked like they were in the middle of a nowhere, surrounded by mountains and barren fields. He could tell that they were close to the highways exit, since he could hear several cars going by at a rapid pace. “We are on highway twenty two. It's the fastest route to the town where the fair is held at. It's called Las Argos. The fair is right right at the first exit to the town.” Zoe stated as she picked Sean up and carried him towards the gas station's, store entrance. “Las Argos?” Sean knew that there other smaller towns that surrounded the city of New Haven. It was both exciting and scary at the same time. Sean was about to explore a new area that he had not bothered to previously research. Sean wanted to take some pictures but he didn't have his work phone on him and his personal phone was all but lost. Once again, he would need to rely on Zoe for almost all of his needs. “It's fairly desolate town with a rich history. As of now, it's more suited for older folks as a retirement community. So you won't find any flashy stores, malls, and or any sports stadiums like New Haven does. Most of the outlets are small mom and pop shops. It's a great place for hiking, mountain climbing, and just good ol fashion sight seeing.” Sean's eyes brightened up at the thought of hiking through a vast and unexplored landscape in the amazonian dimension, Zoe also took notice of his sudden interest. “Does my bun bun want to go hikey wikey with me sometime?” Zoe asked as she playfully patted his rear-end. “I would love that! Can we do that today?” Sean asked with glee. “Not today, unfortunately, the hiking trails are even farther off from the fair. Besides, I don't think you are properly dressed for something like that, hehe. Plus I would need to order a specially made stroller for you. Normal strollers wouldn't be able to cut it while on such harsh trails. ” Sean felt immeasurably disappointed and Zoe could hear the disappointment in his voice. As the two entered the gast station, Zoe giggled to herself as she grabbed a small basket and started to look around for some snacks and other various items that she had saved on a list. “Oh...Ya...That's right, I'm wearing...This god forsaken bunny costume.” Sean was quickly reminded of what he was wearing as he looked at his hands and how they were completely covered. Sean noticed that he was feeling a bit more alert as they passed by several amazonians in the store. A couple of them smiled and cooed at his direction. He noticed that there was a little strapped into a harness on the chest of a male amazonian. She had a glazed look in her eyes. Sean could tell that she was completely regressed. A fate that he wanted to avoid at all costs. “That's right! I need to get your diapey changed before we head out. Might as well use the restroom and get it done with, before we fill up the tank!” Zoe placed the small basket on the floo near the restroom door. Sean noticed that they were entering the female public restroom, he was about to complain until Zoe reassured him that it was all perfectly fine. After helping Sean onto the changing table, the boy looked over and noticed that if anyone entered the restroom, they would be able to get a good look at him, while his diaper was being changed. Sean hoped that the restroom would remain desolate until Zoe finished her work. Zoe began to hum to herself she opened the flap to Sean's onesie and ripped the tapes off of his diaper. “Hmm, it looks like your diapey could handle a bit more. Are you sure that you want a new one now?” “Please mommy, I don't want to wear a wet diapey!” Sean asked as he looked a bit apprehensive. Zoe smiled as she laid a kiss on Sean's nose, while she removed the soiled diaper. She began to wipe him down with a delicate touch.. As his butt was being wiped, Sean took the time to scan the restroom, wondering if there was anything noticeably different about it compared to all the ones in his dimension. Just a moment later, another amazonian woman came in with a little sitting in a stroller. She then plopped the diapered female little on a changing table right next to Sean's. “Oh my, that's such a cute baby...Boy!? I wouldn't have guessed.” The unknown amazonian explained as she looked over at Sean before focusing on her baby. Sean kept his focus on the female little that was about to be changed as well. Wondering if she felt as embarrassed as he did. “Why thank you. I just recently adopted him. He is a portal little and all I could ever ask for.” Zoe stated as she grabbed a bottle of baby powder and began to sprinkle it over the boy's lower half. “Congrats, that is such a amazing accomplishment. Especially since it's almost impossible to find any portal littles as of late. I kinda feel sorry for all the native littles, they are not as widely sought after, since the tourist program came into effect . As for me, I'm perfectly fine with my Isabel. I purchased her at a auction house around twelve years ago. She was eighteen at the time. She just turned thirty not too long ago. She is still as adorable as when I first laid eyes on her.” The amazonian began to remove Isabel's diaper, while the female little just watched quietly while sucking on her pacifier and holding a rattle in her left hand. Sean watched, curious if the little was able to speak or if her mental state had deteriorated. Sean wasn't sure, the girl peaked over at him, she seemed aware but something in her eyes told Sean that she had given up any hope of being free, long ago. “She's definitely older than me. Did I hear that right? Twelve years? This older girl next to me, has been living as a baby for twelve years straight!? I'll never let that happen...I'm a big boy!” Sean then turned his attention back to Zoe as she placed the new fresh diaper under his butt. Sean couldn't help but smile as he felt the fresh padding hit his bare bottom. He instantly forgot what he was thinking as he focused his attention onto Zoe. “After applying the tapes, Zoe quickly buttoned up his onesie and then helped Sean off of the changing table. “I'm so proud of you. You were very well behaved. Mommy knows her bun bun loves a fresh new diapey! Yes you do!” Zoe rubbed her cheek against Sean's, which caused him to giggle a bit. After exiting the restroom, Sean began to remember his unusual actions and behavior. “My body keeps acting on autopilot at times. Every time I want to say something, I keep gettign distracted and forget” Sean remained silent while Zoe took a few minutes to grab a few more items for the road. Zoe then walked over to the register to pay for the items while Sean rested his head on her shoulder. “I'll also get forty dollars worth of gas on pump number eight.” Zoe handed her credit card to the cashier whom started to ring her up. “Awe...Such an adorable baby girl, she reminds me of my little that currently in daycare. What's her name?” The cashier asked as she gently patted Sean on his head, she also tugged at the bunny ears in a playful manner. “ His name is Sean. He is my pride and joy.” Zoe lowered the boy onto the cashiers table so she could get a better look at him. “OH...I'm so sorry. I mistook him for a girl. That cute onesie is really had me fooled.” The cashier stated as she pinched Sean's right cheek while chuckling to herself. “Not at all. He really blends in quite well with it. I'm bringing him to the fair so he we can get him some other unique clothing.” Sean kept his head lowered, hoping that there conversation would end as soon as possible. “If you don't mind me asking, how many times do you breast-fed your baby per day? I personally believe that is the only way that a little should be fed. Based on statistics, they receive all the proper nutrients from it. Any other form of liquid is nowhere as adequate.” Zoe blushed as the personal question, as much as she wanted too, it was out of the question, it would cause for more problems than answers. “Ugh...A...A couple times. I'm kinda new at this, hehe.” Zoe hesitated as speaking, as she started to remember what happened the prior night. Sean didn't like where this conversation was going and decided to speak up, hoping to put a end to it. “Zo...Mommy...Can't we get going? I'm getting kinda tired!” Sean wasn't actually tired, but rather didn't want to be the main attraction while other amazonians were waiting in line. “My goodness! Your little can speak coherently! Don't you find that to be a tad dangerous and irresponsible?” The cashier asked as she gave Sean a disgusted look. Sean was alarmed by the sudden change in her tone and expression. Zoe looked rather offended and decided to speak on behalf of her little. “What I do with my baby, is my own prerogative. And yes Sean, I think we should get going.” Zoe was noticeably upset with the cashier and quickly picked him up and carried him out of the gas station. “I'm sorry about that Sean. I didn't think that woman would be so god damn shallow. I need to remember that there are amazonian's that believe all littles should be permanently regressed. It's so god damn stupid.” Sean felt a bit relieved that Zoe was looking after him, even if it wasn't in a ideal way. It was a reminder of why he found Zoe to be so charming. Though the past twenty four hours has been somewhat different on that aspect. After arriving back at the car, Zoe lowered Sean to his feet, right near the vehicle. “Does my bun bun want to go walky walky. while I fill the tank?” “Ugh...Sure.” Sean wasn't sure on how to reply, but he reluctantly agreed, feeling he was getting to comfortable with being carried by Zoe. It was also a chance to gather himself. “Just don't wonder off, your still too young to be on your own.” Zoe explained as she started to fill the tank. Sean wondered if Zoe was just joking around or if she was actually serious. It wasn't long ago, that he was living on his own while in this strange dimension, and ever since he started to have accidents, it's been a downward effect on both his physical and mental state. “I need to say something to Zoe know about the way I'm behaving. No more delaying this!” Sean walked back over to wear Zoe was standing and prepared to ask her the question that was on his mind. “Zoe I have a serious question, can you please answer this for me?” Sean asked as he awaited for the much needed response. “Sean! You forgot , it's mommy or momma.” Zoe playfully tapped Sean on his nose before playfully pushing his pacifier back into his mouth. Sean once again forgot what he was thinking about, as his mind went blank again while he suckled on the soother rather contently. “I'm sure that this is for the best....” Zoe bit her lip as she helped Sean back into his booster seat and buckled him in. She knew what was going on, but decided to stay quiet about it. Sean wasn't being regressed through the normal means but was rather experiencing a very common side-effect that happens if a little grows emotionally attached to a amazonian if they are regressed on several occasions. Zoe then took out a couple things in a bag that she purchased at the gas station. “It's going to be a long trip, so I got these from the toy section. You can have some playtime while we are on the road.” Sean was handed two action figures, one was of a soldier wearing camo pants and the other was a green musclebound alien with larger than normal hands. “This looks interesting.” Sean began to play with the figures while holding onto his stuffed animal, Linky. “I could probably convince Sean at this point to quit his job, and then I could legally adopt him. But then I would have to find us a new place to live. I would never let him stay at my parents house, given their shallow viewpoints on littles.” After finishing filling up her tank, Zoe wondered if she could seriously keep her maternal instincts in check, even after everything that has taken place. She had Sean under her complete control but not to the point that it could be end up being long term. “Life is such a game of chances.” Zoe sighed as she started her car and continued onward to the fair. For the next half hour, the trip to the fair seemed to be going rather smoothly. Zoe took a few quick glimpses and noticed that Sean seemed a bit distracted as he was grabbing his pacifier. Zoe reached over and pulled it out for him. “Is there something on your mind, bun bun?” Zoe asked as she kept her attention on the road. “Umm...Momma. I have a couple of questions.” Sean asked after placing the toys on the floor. “What is it baby? Are you thirsty?” Zoe asked as she continued to focus on the road. “Actually, that was my second question. My mouth was feeling kinda dry.” “In that case, let me get this for you. I got this when we were at the gas station a while ago.” Zoe handed Sean a plastic baby bottle filled with strawberry milk. Sean looked at the bottle and sighed. “Moo Moo milk. Why am I not surprised.” Sean continued to look at the bottle and then noticed a label near the bottom. It said, level four. Sean immediately knew what that meant. It also coincided with his main question. “Mommy, this milk says level four. I can't drink this stuff, or I'll be mentally regressed.” Sean replied as he showed the bottle to her. “I know bun bun, but you have taken your anti-regression pill, so it will be alright. I'll have to remind myself to give you another, right when we arrive at the fair.” Sean took a deep breathe. Now was the time to ask Zoe about her intentions. He had be clear with her and understand what she was truly wanting. “Mommy...Please be truthful with me...Do you seriously want to adopt and keep me as your baby?” Zoe's eyes started to widen, she then pulled the car over to the side of the road. It was a question that she wasn't expecting. Especially with how causal he asked. Zoe was secretly hoping that Sean would convince himself that this was a ideal life but only if he was of a sound mind. After putting her vehicle in park, Zoe took a deep breathe herself. She wanted to be as truthful as possible and not omit anything. “Yes...” Sean was not surprised by Zoe's response. Especially with how the whole day had been going so far. He had been basically living the life of a adopted little, the only difference was that it wasn't legally bound due to his employment with Diamond Tours. “Are you purposefully manipulating me by doing all of this, mommy? Please tell me... I feel funny” Sean stated as he looked at his hands and then at Zoe. “Of course not, but I really wanted our relationship to grow and for a amazonian like me, this is the most natural route to go . I hope you are not feeling mislead. Also what do you mean by that you feel funny?” Zoe was a bit worried that she had pushed things a bit too far by adapting Sean to the lifestyle of a native little. “Lately, my body feels like it's acting on it's own. I'm not even aware of it at times. I went pee pee on purpose and I didn't like that. I'm a big boy and I don't want to lose my big boy privileges. It's just...” Sean immediately slapped himself on the forehead, which caught Zoe by surprise. There was moment of silence as Sean took a few deep breathes and then looked up at Zoe with concern. “Zoe, I think this dimension is seriously warping my sense on reality. I feel like I'm slowly losing my adult mind...Saying all these weird childish things. I'm not sure how much longer I can last like this.” Sean stated with a teary eyed look. Zoe responded by unbuckling Sean and firmly holding the distraught little in her arms, hoping to calm him down before he would start bawling his eyes out again. “It will be alright. As your momma, it's my job to make sure that you are kept safe and that you make it back to your dimension when your job is done here.” Zoe explained as gently patted Sean on his back, she never gave Sean a direct answer, but still wanted to reassure him in this delicate moment. “As much as I want to adopt you....I know...Deep down, that I cannot or rather...Will not adopt you. You have a family back in your dimension and because of that...Despite all the the maternal love I want give... It has kept growing inside me, right after we first met. I didn't actually think it would get to this point with my amazonian instincts. My older sister told me once, that it was the most precious feeling in the world, to have a little to care for...And now I finally understand what she means...I'm sorry for not being more clear with you. I just wanted to experience this, even if it's temporary.” Sean noticed a tear in Zoe's eyes, he could feel the weight of her words and decided it wasn't just a shallow excuse. “Do you really need to treat me like a baby? It's so weird and it seems to be messing with my head, the more that time passes.” Sean wanted to get angry for his lack of resistance and being so complacent but his feelings for Zoe seemed to be more prevalent. “Like I said, it's only temporary. It's not permanent like with all littles. I won't be like most amazonian mommy's and take away your right to speak and ability to walk... I'm not sure if you remember, but I specifically said that if you still want me to be to be around you on our day's off, there has to be a trade off. I'll continue to provide you company and also keep you safe at the same-time...But...” Zoe stopped speaking as she looked over at Sean, hoping he would remember last nights conversation. “Ya... I remember our conversation” Sean blushed as he remembered at how desperate he sounded last night. He knew that it wasn't the real him speaking but in the end, he still verbally said it. “You do know, that I was still partly mentally regressed, right? I wasn't talking or thinking coherently like I am today.” Sean explained. “I can see that...But don't you find any of this fulfilling? Do you not feel at ease, having your every need taken care of?” Zoe asked as she patted his head. Sean slightly blushed, he did find some comfort with the way she physically held him, but not at the cost of limiting his own self-reliance. “I liked how things were previously, when you only had to carry me, while I was still wearing my normal big boy clothes...This whole situation with these diapers and this ridiculous outfit. It's too much.” Sean explained as he looked at the babyish onesie he was wearing. “Keep in mind, the reason you are current in diapers is because of your wittle accidents. I don't want to chance anything by having you in your boxers. Even pull-ups can only go so far. Your quite the heavy wetter, aferr all” Zoe playfully pinched Sean on his cheek as she kept him on her lap. She could see that her words were having a effect on Sean. There were specifics that she wanted to discuss but not now. All she wanted, was for Sean to behave and enjoy himself. Tomorrow they both would be back working on behalf of Diamond Tours. Sean remained quiet for a moment, trying to come up with a valid response but he kept drawing a blank. He wanted to suck on his his thumb so badly as he kept his attention onto it. He just wanted things to go his way but Zoe always seemed to find a way to counter his arguments. Perhaps he was trying to hard, and maybe he should just relax and let himself go. He wasn't being adopted, and that was the most important factor. “But what about Alexa!? I almost positive that she did something to me. You know how shady she is...!” Sean stopped speaking as Zoe ignored Sean's words as she grabbed the plastic baby bottle filled with strawberry milk and playfully held it around his mouth. Sean was memorized by it, as if he was instinctively wanting it. “Does my wittle bun bun want his drinky winky?I can tell that your thirsty. And I can easily fix that!And keep in mind, this is all perfectly acceptable in this dimension.” Zoe kept teasing the bottle around his head. Sounds of whining as he tried to reach for the rubber teat with his mouth. Zoe slowly lowered the bottle into Sean's mouth and was pleased that he had accepted it without any issue. “Your just a baby, my baby...This is what you really want, isn't it? We maybe co-workers but this how we should have started out after we met. But at least we can continue this for the next several months. As long as you are not mentally regressed through the standard means, this is perfectly legal.” Zoe knew that she was partially responsible for Sean's bladder issues but had no intention of explaining that to Sean just yet. She wanted to wait for the right time and place to explain everything. She also wanted to be in the right state of mind when that time came. Sean closed his eyes as he continued to suckle on the bottle, feeling his thirst was being quenched. “What's going on? I don't know. But I do know that stuff is really tasty!” Zoe noticed that Sean was trying his best to keep his eyes open but was failing quite easily. She decided that now was a good time for him to take a nap while they continued their road trip to the fair. Zoe grabbed his pacifier and slowly placed it back into his mouth. Sean instantly fell back asleep while laying in her arms. Zoe took a moment to exhale, feeling quite pleased with how she handled things. She had Sean right where she wanted him, even though his mind was in some ways, being effected, but not to the point that it could cause any issues with Sean doing his job for Diamond Tours. “I'm so Sorry Sean...Someday I will confess about what actually happened to your bladder...Including the side effects that you are feeling from the previous day's mental regression. I hope you will forgive me, when that day comes around.” Zoe carefully placed Sean back into his booster seat and buckled him in. She then grabbed Linky and placed the stuffed animal in Sean's arms, while he slept. “In the end, I am a amazonian. My maternal instincts are absolute. I just hope this doesn't have a bad ending for the two of us” Zoe started her car again and continued onward to the fair, hoping that they would arrive before Sean would wake up again, hoping to surprise him. * * * * * * * * “I appreciate you taking the time to schedule my appointment, Dr. Conrad. This is all sudden, but I felt that I needed to get this done, given the set of circumstances that are changing around me.” Alexa explained as she walked around her office, she was completely prepared for tomorrows arrival of the president of New Haven to visit the headquarters of Diamond Tours. It would be a turning point for the company and hopefully herself. She was tired of relying on other individuals, she was now ready to personally take matters into her own hand. “No problem, Ms. Alexander, you are a valued client, if there is a little that you personally want to be permanently regressed, it will be done.” Dr. Conrad stated as he replied on his work phone. “You have always been reliable, unlike some of the people that work within this building of mine. Plus, I expect things to get far busier in the next week, once we get the approval to continue the tours. We need to make-up for the lack of portal littles for the past month. This temporary hold that the government put on our company has really screwed with our share-holders and my personal stock portfolio.” Alexa looked over her calendar. It was to be a very busy week, though it was all for personal reasons, not company related. “Just let me know when you get your hands on the little that you are seeking and I'll make sure to be available for when you want to go ahead with the procedure.” “Thanks Doc, I'll be getting back to you on that later this upcoming week.” Alexa put her phone down as she went to her computer and opened a e-mail personally sent to her by of her underlings. “My My...How cute. Looks like Sean has a very adorable family. I bet they would adapt very nicely to this dimension. Then again, all portal littles should end up regressed. It's the natural order of things.” Alexa had a profile and some pictures of Sean's family on the email she was sent. She wanted to be prepared for anything and to take advantage of the situation presented itself. “All according to plan...As for you Zoe, I'm definitely not happy that you are playing with my toy. Sean is my personal property and there are repercussions for not doing the job I assigned to you. Firing you would be to nice. I've got something more special for you..” Alexa seemed happy with herself, although she did feel a bit annoyed for not taking action earlier in the week as she wanted to play things safely, given the legal issues that surround a portal little special consultant within the company. Not even someone of her power and influence could do as she wished, though she could greatly influence the situation. * * * * * * * * * “Ugh...Huh?” Sean slowly started to wake himself up. He immediately noticed he was sitting on something that was moving, but it didn't feel anything like a car, he quickly noticed that he was residing in a stroller. He was about to panic until Zoe appeared in his field of vision. “Good afternoon Sean, did you enjoy your wittle nappy?” Zoe asked as she knelt down and smiled. Sean tried to speak, but a pacifier was inside his mouth and blocking him from doing so. He felt a immense amount of relief, realizing that he wasn't kidnapped by a random amazonian. “Here, lemme get that for you!” Zoe removed the pacifier, allowing Sean to speak freely. “Where are we, why am I in this thing?” Sean asked as he shifted his body around the stroller. He noticed that there was a canopy attached to it, so it gave him some privacy from the outside world. “We have been at the fair for roughly twenty minutes. I thought the noise from the crowds of people would have waken you up, but it looks like you are quite the deep sleeper. As for the stroller, I decided to end up purchasing one. There is so much I want to show you, but there are several items that I really wanted to get, while here but I wouldn't be able to hold onto them, if I'm carrying you all day. So I decided to get this and make it easier for the both of us. The stroller was a tad expensive, but in the long run, it will be worth it! I hope you find it to be comfortable, the fabric is very soft and delicate to a little's body.” Zoe asked as she used her finger and playfully poked Sean on his stomach, causing him to blush. “Ugh, it's nice I guess. Though I can barely see anything.” “Don't worry about that. Here, let me help you out, so you can get a better view of the scenery.” Zoe grabbed Sean by his hips and helped him out of the stroller. He was quickly placed near her chest as he got a better view of the area. “Wow, it's so crowded. I've never seen so many amazonians in a single area.” Sean was amazed to see a abundance of amazonians at the fair. The fair looked very similar to the type of fairs in his dimension, it was mainly outside with many exhibits to see surrounding the area. It also had a very spaghetti western theme to it, as there were many folks wearing cowboy looking hats and apparel. Many of the amazonian children playing with the local wild-life while in secure locations. Sean noticed that some of the animals were actually quite different from the ones in his world. “So now that you are awake, what would you like to do first, Sean. Do you want to go pway pway or perhaps you are hungry for something. In a hour, there will be a concert at the outdoor theater exhibit. I really want us to see that but before then, let's enjoy ourselves!” Zoe seemed far more enthusiastic than Sean was, mainly since he wasn't too thrilled to be paraded out in the open. “Honestly, I'm not too sure, but do you think you could put me back into the stroller? It was rather nice in there” Sean asked, he wanted to remain hidden from the public and didn't want any amazonians to mistake him for a girl. “I understand, my precious bun bun. How about we go to the local clothing shop nearby. There are some outfits that I want to check out for you. While we are doing so, you can think of something fun to do.” Zoe slowly helped Sean back into the stroller, and while he wasn't excited to be around so many people, a part of him was interested in seeing the local culture. “Here, I brought Linky to keep you company. I know you have become best of friends!” Zoe stated as she grabbed the stuffed bear from a basket, underneath the stroller. Sean smiled brightly as he grabbed hold of Linky and quickly put his pacifier back into his mouth. He continued to suck on the soother while holding onto the bear with both his arms. “I don't know why, but something feels off....Whatever!... Mommy and Linky will keep me safe.” For the next few minutes, Sean could see that they were passing by many different amazonians. Occasionally, Sean would see a few littles much like himself. They were either in a stroller or were being carried by their amazonian caretakers. Everything looked and almost felt normal as if they was how life truly worked. After a few minutes, Sean noticed that they were entering a local store. The sounds of the crowds came to a halt, after entering the shop, which was a welcome to his ears. “Welcome to Buckaroo baby, how can I help?” A employee asked as she walked up to Zoe. “Nothing much, but I would like to find some nice overalls and onesies for my baby.” Zoe explained as she grabbed Sean and took him out of the stroller. Sean began to whimper, not wanting to be scene by another amazonian in his current state. “Oh, isn't she just the darling. I'm sure that I can find some pretty dresses and proper nighttime clothing for her. “I knew it! This is getting old...” Sean knew that there wasn't much he could do, he just needed to keep himself from acting out and making things worse. “Oh, my bun bun is actually a boy. I think he would look better in some cute overalls than a dress.” Zoe explained as she removed the top of Sean's onesie, revealing his short brown hair “Oh, I do apologize about that. That onesie does a fabulous job at making him look like a darling.” The employee pinched Sean on the cheek as the two amazonians joked around a bit before looking around for some clothing specific to him. “Everything here looks so juvenile. Is mommy really expecting me to where stuff like this going forward?” Sean watched as Zoe excitedly scanned for several articles of clothing for him. She looked like a kid at the candy store while reviewing on what was available to her. Sean kept wondering as to why he was going along with this and kept wondering if he was doing the right thing? He didn't want to cause a stir, but with the way things were going, he didn't have much a say on anything. For the next few minutes, Zoe picked out around a half dozen pairs of clothing, most were either overalls or onesies, she did also pick up some socks, shoes and a necklace to attach the pacifier too. And while Sean wasn't happy about it, he was still grateful that Zoe didn't choose any frilly dresses or anything like the onesie he was currently wearing. “Is there anything you would like Sean? I feel like I'm doing all the fun work myself. I would like to get your opinion and perhaps there is something that you would like to try on yourself.” “There is nothing here that I would remotely li....!” Sean instantly stopped speaking as he noticed a onesie near the corner of the store. Sean knew that it was obviously infantile looking, but for some strange reason, he was really immersed with it and wanted to get a closer look to make sure that it was to his liking. So Sean pointed in the direction where the onesie was located at and Zoe escorted him over to it. “Oh? My bun bun has found something interesting? Let's take a look!” Sean's eyes widened as he looked over the onesie, it was so fascinating, he couldn't keep his eyes off of it. “Oh? Does my bun bun wanna be a foxy woxy?” Zoe asked as she grabbed the onesie in question off of the shelf and handed it to Sean. “It looks so cool! Can we get it?” Sean's heart was racing as he looked over the onesie. It was kind of similar to his current outfit as it was themed after a animal, but it was obviously geared towards a boy's perspective as the material had a more dark tan look to it. “I'm so glad that you are getting engaged with this. This is what I wanted for the both of us!” Zoe stated as she prepared to pay for the items at the checkout stand. Sean kept to himself as he was gently placed back into the stroller. After paying for the necklace, Zoe attached Sean's pacifier to it, so he would have easy access to it. He then grabbed Linky and held it tightly in his arms “I guess this is okay. But now that I start to think about it...Why did I come to this dimension in the first place? I know that I didn't come just to do this... I know that I wanted to find some work, but wasn't there something more to it? Is this a part of my job? My dumb dumb brainy can't think right! Stupid brain!” Sean placed the pacifier back into his mouth in frustration, perplexed by his own thoughts and his lack of awareness. For the next ten minutes, Sean casually kept playing with Linky while in the secure confines of his stroller, he almost forgot that he was at the fair, until Zoe plucked him out of the stroller again. “So bun bun, have you thought of something that you would personally like to do? There are plenty of fun exciting games for littles. Would you like to check any of them out? Zoe asked as she showed Sean the area that their were currently in. Sean was amazed to see so many littles around him. Some were playing at a jungle gym, while others were being entertained by a amazonian that was dressed as a clown. But no matter what any little was doing, they all had one thing in common, they were all properly diapered and under complete supervision of their amazonian folks. “There there! That looks rather fun!” Sean pointed out to the ball pit, near the exit to the fair. “Bun bun wants to get lost in a sea of colorful bally balls? Why not. Let's get you inside and have some fun with the other littles!” After escorting Sean to the ball pit, Zoe allowed Sean to walk on his own two feet. “Go ahead and jump in, bun bun!” I won't be too far off, I'll go take a seat at one of the benches nearby. I'll probably be on my phone, just let me know when you are done!” Zoe smiled as she waited for Sean to immerse himself. “What am I doing? This is all wrong? I didn't come here to play around? Sean took a moment to look at his hands and then his very noticeable padded butt with the poofy tail sticking out. Sean then turned his attention to the ball pit and noticed several littles having the time of their life as they jumped up and down and disappeared in the endless sea of colored balls. It looked so inviting and interesting that he stopped thinking for the time being. As Sean jumped in the pit, he felt himself sink, to the point he thought that his entire body would sink , thankfully, he managed to keep his head afloat, but had to stand on his tippy toes to do so. A couple minutes later, Sean noticed that one of the littles seemed rather distant, as if he was not even remotely interested in playing, though he was paying almost all of his attention to something outside the ball pit. His curiosity got the best of him and Sean slowly walked over to talk with the boy. “Hello? Is it okay if I can talk with you?” Sean asked as he took out his pacifier and got within a few feet of the other little. “Holy shit! Someone that can actually still speak? That's a surprise. Though from the looks of things, you are not fairing any better than me. If you want to talk, I guess I'm fine with it. Misery loves company, after all.” The unknown boy stated as he diverted his attention for a moment to look at Sean. “My name is Jake, and your?” The boy asked with a slightly distracted look. “Sean.” “Something wrong?” Sean asked. “Something wrong, are you serious? Or have you been regressed to the point that this is all just normal to you? This...ALL of this is fucking wrong. But there is nothing I can do about it, for now.” Jake explained with frustration. “Hmm, do you mean the diapers?” Sean asked, hoping to get a better idea of his predicament. “Heh, diapers...If that were the only issue, I really wouldn't be complaining. It's everything related to it. But I'm sure that you know, unless you are so mentally forgone that you think that shitting yourself is actually acceptable.” Sean was surprised by the tone in Jake's voice, it seemed like he was very aware of his situation and was curious as to how he got to this point. “I understand. I didn't' come here with the expectation of wearing diapers myself, but here I am.” Sean responded while trying to keep a positive mood. “Let me guess, you came here on one of the tourist buses as well. And I bet that your tourist guide just so happened to vanish off while you were distracted by something, am I right?” Jake asked as he turned his attention back back to a amazonian that was sitting on a bench nearby. “Wait! Are you a portal little? Sean asked with amazement. “That's the term that these giant fucks call us. I wish I could beat the shit out of every last one of them, but unfortunately, they are all so much physically stronger than me. But I won't give up. I won't let my sister end up as some brain dead baby that is forced to suck on that bitches tits every single day.” Jake pointed out to a amazonian that was nursing a girl in her arms. It looked rather normal with the exception that the girl being nursed looked to be a bit older than Sean. “I'm guessing that's your sister? Sean asked as he turned his attention back to Jake. “Yep. She along with my parents and little brother were invited by a close friend to go on this tourist program that was paid by a scam company called Diamond Tours. At first, I thought it was amazing, being able to travel to a different dimension and see things that are far different from our world, but that soon turned into a complete utter disaster.” “Just what happened, that lead you to all this?” Sean asked with a worried tone. “It was around three months ago, after we boarded our tourist buses, we spent the first two days enjoying all the sights and scenery of the amazonian city, but soon we realized that it was all a ploy to lower our guard. One day when me and my family were visiting a nearby bakery, our tourist bus left without us. No warning, they just us stranded in a part of the city that we were not familiar with. It didn't' take long for a nearby police officer to escort us to a facility where we would be in what he called, good hands. What a load of crap that was! It turned out that facility we were sent to was a adoption center. Me and my sister were placed together with a couple other naive portal littles, while my little brother and parents were locked up in a separate area. The first few days were pure hell, imagine having to be forced to wear something that you haven't used since your infancy. Me and my sister didn't take kindly to it and because of it, we were forcefully regressed against our will. Are you familiar with the regression system in this crazy ass dimension?” Jake asked. “Ya...I'm kinda familiar with it.” Sean stated as he thought back to the several incidents where he was regressed. “In that case, I'll skip all the awful details. Me and my sister where regressed on the level four stage for most of our time there. We could barely talk and walk, much like the other portal littles that were there with us. And while we were still aware of our surroundings, our bodies would not listen to our minds. One day, we both managed to fool of the employee's by making her believe that we legitimately enjoying ourselves while playing with some blocks, we somehow managed to escape our room, only to realize something even more horrible.” Jake was clinching his fists as he looked like he was about to cry. “It's okay if you don't want to tell me. I know that this place can really get to a person.” Sean explained. “No...It's okay, at this point, I'm just venting. It's just that no one should have to go through the fucking shit we had to...It's just not right! I watched as my little brother...He was only thirteen! Being taken away by a fucking amazonian couple. They lead him off while he was sucking on a pacifier and wearing nothing but a god damn diaper! He was taken away from our family without a fight...And I have never seen him since then. These fucking monsters!...Not only to top that off, but a few minutes after witnessing that, I saw both my mom and dad sitting in a playroom, wearing the most ridiculous outfits, and they were both watching a dumb ass cartoon show. They hadn't even noticed that their youngest son had been taken away from them. My folks, parents that I was proud of, they were reduced to mindless husks. I don't know what the amazonians did to them to make it that bad, but me and my sister knew that if we didn't get out, we would eventually end up like that. We spent the next two nights at the facility as we both schemed to find a way to escape, unfortunately that amazonian woman over their came in one day and requested to adopt both of us. “That's awful, at this point, it's basically kidnapping. This is so messed up!” Sean felt sick his stomach. While he was aware of the way the amazonians worked, it was for the first time that he had heard a story so vile that it made him regret working for a company that promoted this type of behavior. “Yep, but according to our so called new mommy, since we were separated from our tourist guide, it was all perfectly legal to do. Apparently we didn't read the small print on the contract when coming to this dimension, so we have no recourse on this. Even if we did, we wouldn't be given the chance to defend ourselves.” Jake explained. “I'm going to have to look into that. Perhaps there is some sort of loop-hole in the whole process.” Sean said. “Good luck with that. Not much can be accomplished when you are officially adopted. Me and my sister thought we would have more luck when we were adopted by that giant. It turned out far worse than I expected.” Jake sighed as he looked over at his sister whom was still being breast-fed by their amazonian caretaker. “While I always hated being around that bitch that calls herself my mommy, my sister thought it would be a brilliant idea to get on the good side of that amazonian, so she decided to play nice and hopefully win her over. It worked for a while until I started to notice a change in her behavior.” “How so?” Sean asked. “She started to showing a more submissive side to her, it even got to the point that she didn't mind wearing diapers and being bottle fed. That is as long our mommy is the one doing it. The original plan was to use mommy and manipulate her into helping us find and retrieve our family, but like with everything else in this cursed dimension, it didn't turn out that way. I did some research and found out that she was suffering a side-effect from prior mental regression, it's called indoctrination.” “What the heck is indoctrination?” Sean felt a cold shiver go down his spine as he spoke up about it. “It's a special and slightly secret form of regression that amazonians can use on littles. For example, if a little grows to be comfortable and enjoy the company of a amazonian when they are in their normal state of mind. It's possible that they will start to grow more infantile feelings for them when they are regressed and the feelings will remain even after they have reverted back to their normal mindset. My sister has gotten to the point where she no longer has any desire to find our parents and brother. She is perfectly content with being mommy's baby at this point. It was pretty much sealed when she was breast-fed on a daily basis. That's usually the endgame for most littles, based on the info I've gathered about the regression system. Even though I've been breast-fed, I don't share the same feelings that my sister did...I still can't believe it...She is twenty two. She should be in college right now...Not pissing in some damn diapers!” Jake sighed before focusing on Sean. “What about you? What's your story? Jake asked, as he looked over at Sean. However Sean wasn't paying attention as he stared over at Zoe with concern. “Am I suffering indoctrination? Does momm...Zoe know about this!?” Sean never felt so confused and scared as he began to see Zoe in a different light.

@WetDad @zombieg i’m not really worried about stigma related to use in a wheelchair. This is because I believe most individuals understand that if you are in a wheelchair that you may have to use diapers. Most of the people I know are quite understanding and would not think any differently of a person who he has to use a wheelchair or may have to use a diaper. when you are disabled, they make accessible bathrooms apartment and other accommodations available to you. The last time I was in the hospital for example, the bathroom I used prior to surgery was fully handicapped accessible which means it had both bars and a handicap accessible toilet. Whenever I use the bath room in the hospital, I know which one to use and it has all of the grab bars necessary for me to be able to use it without falling on my head. Handicap toilets are usually higher so that you will be able to get on and off safely. for example my bathroom is fully accessible with a roll in shower which means that I can take my wheelchair roll into the bathroom over a small bump and I can transfer from my chair to a shower bench and activate the water I have a full handicap toilet handicap sink and lighting at the proper level so that I can activate it. These amenities help me to be more independent because I can do it for myself. When I was a kid, I would not be able to do it myself because someone would have to be in the room with me while I was taking a shower. However because of the way things have changed over the years it is easier to be able to use handicapped accessible amenities because the laws have changed. No longer are we just retrofitting bathrooms to make them accessible, but when we are making new construction they are required to be handicap accessible so bathrooms have to be made to that level when I moved here in 2007 after coming home the bathroom was bigger because of the fact that there is construction allowed for this to happen. Because of this it is easier for me to get in and out of the bathroom and in and out of the shower however sometimes, using the safety rails can be a pain in the butt because they are built a little different, meaning that they are possibly longer on one side and they are on the other. Most of the time this does not bother me because at least I have a way to grab onto the bar to make a transfer to the toilet however there have been times when my left knee gives out and instead of me being able to transfer I end up falling on the floor in a heap locally if I am strong enough I can hold myself up before that happens to make the transfer. being disabled does have its advantages but it can also have its disadvantages for all the advantages I have, there are disadvantages including some people who may not understand what it is like to be disabled. I am lucky however, that because I am disabled and have been for many years, that I can use my experiences and my knowledge to educate people so that they do not get the wrong idea about the disabled or peopleWho are disabled. Being disabled does not necessarily mean that you are, it simply means that you have something that you must overcome and with the right supports you can overcome it. as I have stayed in another posts, If I had the chance to make it so that I was not disabled the way I am now I would not want to do that. The reason for this is because if I change anything about the wife I live now I would not be in the position I am now I would not have the experience as I have now or have dealt with the issues I have dealt with over the years. What I try to do is to live my life to the best that I possibly can while trying to help others to understand that being disabled does not mean that you are disabled it just means that you have to work harder to do something that somebody else can you find easy for them to do. I always say that you should never give up, that you should try your best and give it 110% if you do that, life means more because you are in control rather than letting someone else or something else be in control of your life. I’ve always been taught that you are in control of what happens to you and the only thing that you have to make sure that you do is to live the best life that you can. This means that the things that you can control you deal with the things that you cannot control don’t worry about because you won’t be able to control them anyway. I have always been a staunch advocate for those who are disabled because sometimes they need someone to speak on their behalf or to stick up for them when no one can do that. All I have ever asked of my family my friends and my associates is that for the most part, to let me do as much for myself as I can and if I need help I know how to ask for it. being disabled does not mean the end of the world. It just means that you have to try harder and work harder to get to someplace where somebody else can get there easier than you can. Someone told me along time ago that I would not be able to complete school or go to college or to succeed. I told that person and no one certain terms that they were silly and that I could persevere and I have my associates my bachelors hi school diploma and the drive to be the best that I can be if it hadn’t been for my college experiences I would not be as strong as I am today. In some cases I may be down, but I try not to let that mean that I am out because if I do that then I automatically allow myself to think that I have given up and I will not do that in any way shape or form. If I need help, I always seem to be able to find it and someone will support me if I really try my hardest which is what I try to do. at one point my custom read Semper Paratus this means always ready I am always ready to help those in need and I’m always ready to listen to those who may need help. Always remember not to give up on yourself because if you try your best you will know whether or not you succeed or not that you have given it your best shot. Sometimes you are unable to do things no matter how hard you try but as long as you give the attempt That means that you want to try to succeed. Success or failure does not necessarily mean whether or not you complete a task successfully: it means regardless exercise or failure that you had given your best attempt. Brian

Chapter Five: The First Diaper of the Rest of Your Life The bet didn’t start for a week. After a bit of research, everyone had decided that the diapers from the local pharmacy wouldn’t cut it - Grace agreed because of quality, and Pierce agreed because they just weren’t embarrassing enough. After some negotiations, they’d found an adult diaper with teddy prints on it, which had a sufficient capacity for the bet. It’d take a week to arrive, so that became the deadline to start. In addition, Pierce had some other shopping to do. He wouldn’t tell Grace what, but she spotted him smirking at his phone while he was shopping, occasionally pausing to ask what her measurements were. It was… a bit unsettling, but Grace would power through. If he got her even a week’s worth of different outfits, it’d be a waste of money, because he wasn’t going to last a week. The day, finally, came. A box the size of an old tube TV showed up on their porch, and when Skip brought it in and opened it up, they found it full of diapers. (No more putting it off, then…) First things first. Brains insisted on calling another house meeting. “The time is one PM, Saturday,” he said, checking his smart watch. “Grace, if you want to use the toilet or anything, now’s your last chance.” “I’m good,” Grace said. “Pierce, are you ready?” “Yeah, duh,” he said. “Okay then. Then I guess… Get started.” Melody was on the couch, but she wasn’t even paying attention. She’d been texting some girl for the past two days, but Grace suspected that her friend wasn’t distracted by a girl - she just didn’t want to contribute to the meeting. “Sorry, Mels,” Grace said, stretching out as though she were getting ready to do something physically demanding. After a moment, she realized she was psyching herself up to do something challenging, and stopped. (This won’t be challenging. I just need to outlast Pierce. Freakin’ Pierce.) Pierce left the living room, ran upstairs, and came back down a second later with a large rectangular bag. It was decorated with a print of baby blocks, and its purpose was unmistakable - it was going to be Grace’s diaper bag. From inside, he produced a roll-up changing mat, which he threw out on the floor, grinning. “Get on the mat, baby!” he said. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” Skip commented from the couch. “I just can’t wait to see Grace squirm when she can’t micromanage everything,” Pierce replied. Grace didn’t have much of a retort to that, she’d just have to prove him wrong by not squirming. Kicking off her sandals, she laid down on the mat. Of course, Pierce took his sweet time. He could put care into something if he wanted to, he just usually lacked the stamina to actually want to. By tomorrow, he’d already be bored of the pageantry. For now, though… He carefully laid out a diaper, powder, wipes, and a tube of rash cream, alongside a few folded fabric somethings in pastel colors. “Now, I don’t think the clothes you’re wearing are appropriate at all,” he said, making a loud ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue. “We’d better get the baby into something more ‘age appropriate’.” “If you think this is going to get under my skin, you’re dead wrong,” Grace replied, slipping out of her jeans and folding them neatly, then doing the same with her top, before laying back and crossing her arms. Pierce did the honors with her panties, slipping them off her legs. “Say goodbye to these!” “For, what, an hour? Two?” Grace snorted. “See if I care.” “I think the lady does too much protesting,” Pierce said. Grace furrowed her brow and leaned up a bit. “The quote is-” “I know what the quote is.” He beamed at her. “But I also knew you couldn’t resist correcting me. Lay back down, baby butt.” She laid back down, groaning as he opened the box of wipes. Melody sat up. “Yeah, we don’t need to be here for this. I’m peacing out.” “Me too,” Skip said, getting up off the couch. “Uh… yeah…” Brains added. They were left alone as Pearce took out a wipe, reaching down to start the process. . “Y’know, I showered like three hours ago,” Grace said. “This is- JEEZ! How is that so cold?” “I kept them in my minifridge,” Pearce snickered. “Gotta make sure it’s nice and refreshing!” Grace shivered and crossed her arms, putting up with the frigid baby wipes as Pearce ‘cleaned her’, one wipe at a time. “This feels like cheating,” Grace complained. “It’s one thing to- Oh come on!” “What?” Pearce asked, innocently, as he squirted a glob of rash cream into his hands. “I get penalized if you get a rash, and this stuff prevents it. I’m not taking that risk!” He started massaging the chalky cream into her skin, working with painful slowness to ensure it was worked into her thighs and butt. He didn’t get fresh with her, at least - that would have been a bridge too far for their relationship - but everything else he could do to make the process last an uncomfortably long period of time, he did. By the time he wiped off his hands and reached for the baby powder, Grace was regretting things. Sure, he’d be bored of this soon, but even just a couple diaper changes like this would be excruciating. “Bottoms up!” he said, after sprinkling baby powder in the general area that would be covered by her diaper. She lifted up off the ground so he could slide the diaper into place, fussing and straightening it too many times to be reasonable. “Hmm,” he said. “I don’t know about this.” “About what?” Grace asked. “Well it just seems like you’re having a bad time already,” Pierce said, smirking. “I don’t want to put you through something awful. Are you sure you don’t want to just back out now?” “Just put the diaper on me, asshole,” Grace said, lying back in frustration. He did, pulling the four sticky tapes snugly onto the landing strip. “Now, time to get you dressed!” he said. “I know you’ve got stuff to do around the house today, so I picked something nice and practical. Sit up, and raise your arms.” “No,” Grace said. “No?” Pierce raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to get Brains in here to go over the rules?” “You get to ‘ensure’ I’m clothed properly,” Grace said. “You don’t get to dress me. I can do that myself, thank you very much.” Reaching for the clothes, Grace unfolded the first article. It was a baby blue onesie, nothing too awful or embarrassing - it was really just a blue T shirt with crotch snaps. She started to pull it over her head, ignoring Pierce’s insinuations that he would get to dress her. “I don’t know about that,” Pierce said. “What if you dress yourself wrong? It doesn’t seem like I can ensure that you’re dressed right unless I’m the one who puts the clothes on you.” Pausing, Grace smirked. “Okay, you want to dress me?” “Yes,” Pierce said. “Fine. Dress me,” Grace said, letting her body go completely limp with the onesie halfway on. She flopped back on the changing mat, and didn’t even help a little bit when Pierce grabbed her arms and pulled her back up into a sitting position. He grunted, trying to get her arm through the sleeve. If he let her go, she would flop right back down, so it was an awkward effort to try and grab her arm to put it through the sleeve while holding her upright. “How- are you- so- heavy?” “Hey!” Grace objected, delighted at how much he was struggling. “That’s a hell of a thing to say!” “Then stop being dead weight!” Pierce groaned. “Nope! You wanted to dress me,” Grace said. He finally had a good idea and reached through her sleeve from the outside, grabbed her wrist, and pulled it through. With the arm in place, it wasn’t that hard to reach under her diaper and grab the bottom flap of the onesie so it could be buttoned in place, though Grace deliberately shifted her weight partway through so she was sitting on his arm and he had to lift her off him. “Okay…” he panted. “Fine. You’re dressed.” “Uh, no,” Grace said. “You picked out a whole outfit for me. If you thought this is ‘appropriately dressed’, you wouldn’t have gotten all that other stuff out.” His face fell as he looked down at the other clothes he’d piled up. “Not so much fun anymore, is it?” she asked, sticking out her tongue at him. He rolled his eyes. “Okay, so you’re a brat of a baby. I don’t care. Kids are brats.” Grabbing the next article of clothing, he unfolded it. (Oh. There’s the awful embarrassing thing.) It was a pair of pink shortalls, with the word ‘BABY’ emblazoned on the front. On the one hand… (Ugh). On the other… that was going to be a pain in the ass to dress her in. Pierce, at least, had worked out a system. Reaching through the bottom of a leg hole, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg through, one at a time, then flopped her body forward to get the straps over her shoulders. This is going to be fun, after all, she thought, as he got the buckles done up. “There,” he said. “Ah, I see a pair of socks right there,” Grace said. “Uggghh…” Pierce said, rolling the socks onto her feet. “There. Done. You’re on your own ‘till you need a change.” “I haven’t had lunch yet,” Grace said.” “But it’s after-” Pierce threw up his arms. “Fine. Give me a minute to prepare it and stuff.” Grace grinned. (Okay, I am loving this. He is SO mad.) “Now, question for you- would you rather have the mashed turkey dinner, or the strained peas today?” Pearce asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes again. (Wait, what.) Feedback is always appreciated! Hey, if you like my writing, maybe consider subscribing to my newsletter? You'll get my writing emailed to you every week when it comes out, plus you'll also get a free download link for a 10,000 word novella, "Delta Lambda's Little Stinker", a story featuring magic, college hazing, and very, very messy diapers.

Chapter 27: Choices I was walking down a hallway. A hallway I had never been in before. It was long and dark and had creepy paintings of littles being kidnapped and regressed on the walls. In the distance I could see two doorways, both slightly ajar, letting the light from each of them lightly illuminate the otherwise pitch black hallway. Looking backwards, I noticed nothing but darkness. So I walked towards the doorways. They were both Amazon height, both white, and side by side. As I got closer, I noticed the paintings on the hallway walls got less traumatic, less scary. They went from littles being fully regressed to littles being happy or free. Upon reaching the doors I figured I had to make a choice. Whilst identical, they both had different signs. The one on the left read ‘Baby Livie’, whereas the one on the right read ‘Olivia Clarke’. I couldn’t decide. I was frozen directly between the two doors. I took so long deciding I didn’t notice the darkness from behind was slowly creeping up on me, and before I knew it... everything went dark. ------------------------------------------------- I woke up in bed, my head resting on my girlfriend’s arm. I rolled over so I was snuggled against her and that’s when I realised I still had my dummy in my mouth. My dummy. It was still weird to think that it was mine now. I felt the thick padding between my legs, enjoying the slight crinkle and the plastic texture on my fingers. It felt... soft and... safe. It felt like the nappy I was wearing was dry, but I definitely felt the need to pee. I started to squirm a bit. I really didn’t want to get up, but I didn’t want to go in this nappy, I still wasn’t used to willingly wetting. And messing was the last thing I wanted to do any time soon, that would probably take a while for me to get used to, at least willingly, if I can ever get used to something like that. Charlie’s warmth radiated and soothed me so much I was drained of all energy to get up to go use the bathroom. So I snuggled closer, telling myself ‘five more minutes’. I snuggled right into her arms and she rolled over, grabbing me and squeezing me like a stuffie. ‘Well I guess I’m not going anywhere now, I’m pretty much stuck.’ I suckled gently on the pink dummy in my mouth which, thanks to that hypnosis I was subjected to, made me feel safe and happy and complete. A small part of me was worried that I shouldn’t enjoy any of this at all, that I should tell Charlie to stop all this baby treatment and never touch it again. Any normal little would agree with that. But I felt happy and safe, which I was not used to in my life of paranoia and fear. Maybe the logical part of my brain says run, and maybe that part is right and I should, but this arrangement we had come up with satisfied both my adult side and my... well the side that had been neglected due to a life of running. Sure, my parents were loving and caring, and they love me more than anything, but I never got to go out or do anything as a kid. I grew up so fast because I had to, ‘the sooner you become mature, the safer you are from adoption’ my Dad always used to tell me. And now, with Charlie, I feel loved and safe enough to trust her, and here she is, giving me the opportunity to explore my ‘baby side’ or whatever it would be called. I trust her that if either of us decide this thing isn’t actually the right thing for us, we can just stop and we’ll find another solution. Maybe I could learn to love it. I’m certainly not adverse to some of it. As I lay there, thinking about the whole situation and trying to figure out if I was maybe similar to Alice, I felt Charlie’s hand wander close to my nappy, sliding a finger in the leg band. “Awww, shame. But I can tell you need to pee baby, you’re squirming like that time I used that toy on you...” I blushed and buried my face into Charlie’s side. “Morning pumpkin. How’d you sleep?” she asked, smiling. “Not too bad, you?” I responded, blushing. “Like a baby. But you’d know all about that wouldn’t you little crinklepants...” “Hey! Dat’s not fair!” “Oh I think it’s plenty fair. Now, I’m not letting you get up, you’re too good at snuggling and I need extra doses of snuggles this morning. So if you need to pee, you better use that nappy...” “Buh...” “No buts. Except that cute padded butt of yours. You’re my baby, so use your nappies sweetpea.” “Not always your baby...” I said, taking out my dummy. “But today you are! Remember, we’re going shopping.” Charlie rolled onto her back, grabbing me and lifting me onto her tummy. I was now sat on her, looking at her gorgeous face and body from above. “How could I forget, you want to buy baby things...” “Hey, you’re the one who suggested this whole baby plan. You’re the one who may be into this kinda thing. I love you and support you and I... want to spoil you rotten and give you all the best baby things you can get.” She pulled me in quickly and kissed my face before lifting me back to my original position. “Ugh. Fine. But what if this isn’t for me? What if I decide I don’t want to go along with this whole baby side thing?” “Then we’ll give it away or donate it or sell it or return it. Babe, you know how well off I am now, it’s no big loss. Not if it gives you the full baby experience you need to make this decision.” The feeling of love swelled up in my chest. “Did I ever tell you I love you?” I quietly teased. “I think once or twice? Or maybe multiple times a day since that first time you said it. But I’ll never object to you saying it even more.” “Then I love... Luna!” “Luna? Oh no! Betrayal! I mean a little girl’s best friend is her stuffie, and you’ve known Luna for longer. And she’s slept with you more than I have.” “Shush! I’m not a little girl!” “We still don’t know that yet! That’s what the playdate with Alice will help you with.” “...and Luna doesn’t let me do naughty things to her...” I teased. “Of course she doesn’t, she’s a respectable upstanding member of society and would never ever sink to those levels of depravity!” she said in a very fake, posh accent, before pulling me closer so that my face was close to hers. Completely dropping the accent, bringing out the seductress I was especially weak to, she looked at me with pure lust. “Not like Mummy anyway...” she growled. “That’s why... I secretly loved you more...” I whispered in her ear. Completely dropping character, she lifted me back up on to her tummy. “You do? Well don’t let Miss Luna hear that! She’ll be devastated. But don’t worry my gorgeous girl, you are always number one to me. And I’ll be here whenever you need naughty things, snuggles or... a nappy change.” It was at that point my face started burning up. I could feel the pee fill the nappy I was wearing, making it warmer and swell up. Relief washed over me whilst the blushing intensified. “D’aww as if right on cue! Good girl!” I quickly kissed Charlie then sat back up, my warm wet nappy squishing against her tummy. “Now... baby. I have a very serious thing to ask you. All seriousness now. I need your big girl brain back just for a minute.” “Yes Mu...Charlie?” “We’ve been dating for a while now. And we trust each other completely. And we’re trying this whole thing with the fake adoption and figuring out if you like being a baby and all that...” “Yeah...?” “I was wondering... you spend most of your time here anyway, as it’s awkward whenever we go to your apartment... “What are you getting at Charlie?” “Well... I was wondering if you wanted to make the move over here properly. Like officially. Like... for good.” I was taken aback. I mean she wasn’t wrong, I did spend most nights here, and it would be easier. “You don’t have to decide right now, I was just thinking it would be awkward if you still lived at your apartment but you were fake-adopted by me. It would be a lot more believable if you lived here.” “Yes.” “Sorry, what? Was that a yes to moving in, or a yes it would be awkward or what?” Charlie said. I loved her confused face. It was so cute. It never gets old. “Yes.” I replied. “Yes?” “Yes I’ll move in with you silly butt!” Charlie squealed and pulled me in for the biggest hug ever, kissing me all over my face before sitting me back on her tummy. “I...just... I don’t want to lose my old apartment though.” “Don’t worry about that baby, I can afford the rent for your place, I’ve got you covered. You can keep that place as a backup if anything should happen or should you need it for any reason. But you can move all your personal stuff over here!” “Thank you Charlie. Seriously. How did I manage to find the one Amazon not out to turn me into a baby or to destroy my life? The one Amazon who loves me and is always looking out for me?” “I don’t know baby. I mean I am pretty special. So special I deserve at least another kiss...” “No.” “No?” “You deserve at least THREE more kisses!” I said as I kissed both her cheeks then her lips. “Oh wow, I must be even more special than I thought!” “So when should we grab my stuff? We could probably make it in one trip with your car. My stuff doesn’t take up much space, being all little stuff.” “How about we go get everything before we go to the mall?” We had a relaxing bath together, followed by breakfast. Charlie wanted to dress me in the dress that I had been wearing quite a bit lately, but I convinced her not to. Sadly, because of the lack of baby clothes, that we were going out today for, I didn’t really have many options to choose from. In the end she picked out a normal dress but complimented it with baby accessories. Putting my hair in pigtails, little sockies on my feet, and a very thick nappy on, there was no way my normal adult dress looked anything more than like a more formal baby dress. Somehow she managed to turn something I’d normally wear to work into something I’d probably wear to a daycare... “What about shoes? Are you still not letting me have any shoes?” “Your feet are so small and cute with little sockies on them! And more importantly, we don’t have any suitable baby shoes for you yet. As soon as we get some I can start putting them on you!” “I suppose you have a point.” “Mummy is always right! Now keep this in all day, okay? No risking our little experiment by making it known how much of a big girl you really are!” she said as she clipped my dummy to my dress and popped it in my mouth. “Yeth Mummy.” I said teasingly, putting on my best ‘good girl’ smile. “Good girl!” I squealed inside. Two words shouldn’t have so much power over me... We got into Charlie’s car and she strapped me into the car seat. Just before closing the door, she pulled Luna out from behind her back and handed her to me. “Eeeee Luna!” I cried out. “I thought we’d need another pair of hands with getting your stuff, and Luna is the best bunny for the job!” I giggled and kicked my feet. I didn’t even mean to do that, it was just... natural. Pulling out of her driveway, we drove all the way across town to my apartment. Pulling up outside, she got out and walked around the car. Lifting me out of the car seat and putting me on her hip, she made sure that I wasn’t going to drop Luna and shut the car door, locking it as we walked into the entrance of the apartment building. I noticed the construction next door had finished, advertising some grand opening of something, but I didn’t get to see exactly what it was before we entered the building. We were stopped by a security guard. “Miss, I must ask you to leave. This is a private building and no Amazons are to be permitted on the premise without the permission of one of the tenants.” I brushed the hair away from my face. “Mikey, it’s me. Liv.” “Miss Olivia? Are you okay? Can I help at all? Miss, please let go of the little Lady.” “Mikey, we both know you don’t have the authority to take me from her if I’m already adopted. And don’t worry, everything is peachy keen.” “Miss... you’ve been... adopted?” he looked at me with genuine concern. “Yes...” Michael’s face dropped. “...And no.” Michael’s face did a double take. Honestly... if I wasn’t careful his face would probably crash and fall off. I giggled internally at the thought of that. “Mikey, you’ve met Charlie here.” “Oh of course, Miss Charlotte, sorry I didn’t recognise you. We’ve barely met since that first time I saw you. But still... I don’t understand. Has she adopted you or not?” “No, she hasn’t.” “Then why are you dressed like... well... this?” “She’s... umm...” Charlie looked down at me and nodded. “Baby, you’ve known him a long time, you trust him, right?” I nodded at her. I had known him for years, and he always had my best interests in mind. “Then you can tell him.” “Tell me what ladies? I’m a bit confused. Some explanation would be nice before I let either of you through.” “Charlie... she’s my girlfriend.” The shocked face on Michael’s tough guy exterior surprised even me. I explained the situation, that I was dating Charlie, we wanted to try this whole baby thing (although I left out the part about me actually slightly enjoying it), that she had asked me to move in with her, and that we would continue to rent the apartment whilst I lived at Charlie’s house. “I know someone else could rent the apartment, providing a safe space for littles, but... I can’t let go of this place.” “I understand Miss, and don’t worry, you’re not taking an apartment from another little, the owner is currently renovating lots of buildings around the city and plans to turn them into places like this.” “He is? Oh that would be perfect. I’ve been so fortunate to have this place, and I’ve been happy to know you!” A tear formed in Michael’s eye. “Don’t think you’re going to go and live with lovely Miss Charlotte here and forget about poor Mikey!” “I wouldn’t dream of it! I’ll try and pop round to the apartment as often as possible. It’s a bit difficult with the distance, but if I can come up with something that I can use the space for, I’d love to come back often.” “Well don’t let me hold you any longer, I’ll miss you Miss Olivia.” “Mikey, I’ve tried a million times, call me Liv.” “Okay... Liv. Have a wonderful day, and Miss Charlotte?” “Yes Michael?” “Please take care of her. I don’t know what I’d do if she was taken or anything happened to her. She was a perfect little lady and it was a pleasure to get to know her.” “Don’t worry, I’ll take the best care I can with her.” Michael waved as we walked towards my apartment. It didn’t take long to get all my personal objects that I wanted to take with me to Charlie’s house into a box and into her car. Honestly other than some adult clothes, some personal keepsakes, and some decorations, there wasn’t much that I needed to take, most of it could just stay in the apartment. “Right. We’ll just dump your stuff back at mine, then we’ll get straight to the mall and get that over and done with, we’ll unpack your stuff tonight. Ready baby?” “Ready Mummy.” I was dreading the mall. I hadn’t been since that first time I went with Charlie. I hadn’t spoke to Dorothy or seen all the changes she had made. But I had Charlie this time, she was now my Mummy, at least in public, and she would keep me safe. At least I hoped she would. It wasn’t long before I was strapped back into the car seat, waving goodbye to Mikey as we drove back to Charlie’s. ========================================================== Thanks for reading, and I hope everyone enjoyed it. Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I really love reading everyone's comments and feedback and theories! Another cute chapter, just before a return to the mall. I've written a lot the past few days, but the day off from writing yesterday was helpful and gave me the energy I needed to write two more today (may even try and fit another in, provided my energy doesn't crash). Honestly, I've only got 20+ chapters to write now, then I'm finished, which makes me a bit sad. But don't worry, it's not even close to ending for you lot, you're not even half way yet! Next chapter Saturday!