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Chapter 15: Advice It was all going so well. Noelle’s recovery went quicker than expected. Her training was on track and she was more attentive than ever. She was really making progress. But one night, after a day of training and flirting with each other, I lay in bed thinking about her and what I wanted with her. And I felt lost and broken. “Sure, she’s flirty now, she’s got a crush on teacher, but what happens when I open up? What happens when I let her see that side of me in full? She’s had only a taste of what that side of me has to offer.” I stared at Jinx who was fast asleep at the bottom of my bed. “Sure, she’s not scared of that, she seems to have enjoyed it. But what if she’s only doing it to make me happy? What happens when I finally let that side of me out in full and it’s too much for her? She’s going to run! That’s what. And I don’t blame her. It’s not exactly... normal.” “Meow.” “Oh sorry Jinx, did I wake you?” “Meow.” “Oh. Sorry. I thought you were sleeping. Sorry I stopped you from doing that.” “Meow.” “No, I can’t just tell her. She’ll run. And it’ll break my heart.” “Meow.” “No. That room stays shut. She’s not to go in, you hear?” “Meow.” “Oh shut up and sleep. What do you know? You’re just a cat.” “Meow.” “Sorry. I didn’t mean... never mind. I think I’m going to go for a walk." Getting out of bed and throwing on my nightgown and slippers, I walked out of my room, gently closing the door. I should have just gone down the stairs straight away, but my stupid brain decided to check in on Noelle first. As I silently opened the door, I noticed a sleeping Noelle passed out on the guest bed. “Even asleep she’s adorable.” I whispered to myself. She stirred a bit, before settling. I crept along the room, before carefully sitting on the bed next to her. Watching her sleep soundly, I couldn’t help but smile at how cute she looked. Her mousey brown hair getting into her face, I gently lifted the hair from her face and tucked it back behind her ear, making sure not to wake her. ‘You darling little angel. I really don’t know what to do with you. Do I keep leading you on? I know it’s given you motivation for your training, but I can’t keep doing it if you’re just going to turn around and tell me no when I show you that side of me. Or do I back off so both of us are hurt less?’ Her nose twitched a bit and it warmed my heart. What I wasn’t expecting was the thumb that suddenly made its way into her mouth. ‘Oh... my... god...’ I got up quickly but gently and rushed back out of the room, shutting the door behind me very slowly. “I... maybe she’s into this? Her friends said she played tricks with baby items occasionally... maybe she’s into this? Or maybe she’s into it and she doesn’t even know she is? Or maybe... maybe I’m just being an idiot and getting my hopes up for nothing.” “Meow.” “Oh hey Jinx. Keep it down okay? We don’t want to wake her.” “Meow.” “Yeah... that’s a good idea. Maybe I could get her advice. I’ll go see her tomorrow. Thanks Jinx.” “Meow.” “Yeah, let’s try and get some sleep. Forget the walk.” Jinx walked back through into my bedroom and climbed on the bed. I closely followed, getting into bed and resting my head on the pillow. As I drifted off to sleep I couldn’t help but think about Noelle sucking her thumb. ------------------------------------------------- I woke up at the usual time. Normally I’d go and wake up Noelle after getting ready, but I figured I’d let her sleep in today seeing as we wouldn’t be training. “Meow.” “No, I’ll let her sleep in.” “Meow.” “No! She’ll just figure that it’s a day off. She’s a clever girl.” “Meow.” I ignored Jinx at this point. I needed to get ready. I needed to check with Lily that she wasn’t busy and that I could go over. “Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.” I quickly opened a portal and Jinx disappeared. I had had enough of that judgmental cat, so I put him outside. “Much better.” I smiled to myself as I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. Once I was clean and dressed in my finest... casual band tee and worn jeans... I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs. “Meow.” I heard from outside the front door. “Fine. But no more talk of Noelle. I don’t need your help. I’m going to go talk to Lily and get my head sorted. Just... just make sure Noelle doesn’t get herself into trouble whilst I’m gone today, okay?” “Meow.” “Now, let’s get you fed before I go. I’ll make Noelle some food and leave it here for when she wakes up.” I got started cooking and called Lily, who told me it was okay for me to go over. ------------------------------------------------- Placing the food on the table, I heard footsteps coming from the landing. Noelle walked down the stairs, stopping at the doorway. I was a bit sad to see her not in that adorable little nightie and pull-ups she wore to bed, but instead was dressed in her normal casual clothes. But still, she looked adorable in anything she wore. “Hey Rose. Everything okay?” She asked with a concerned look on her face. As I stood there, thinking about how cute she’d look in some of the outfits I’ve got ready upstairs, I realised I was standing there and not answering her so I quickly came to and smiled. “Oh hey sweetie. Yeah. Sleep okay?” “Yeah, not too bad. Umm... are we training today?” “Take the day off Noelle.” I sighed. I needed to get going. This... this was uncomfortable. I couldn’t deal with this until I had talked to Lil about it. She knew me best, she knew what I was going through. I believed that she could help me deal with these emotions and give me advice. “Umm... is everything okay? Is there a reason we’re not training today?” “I need to go see a friend for a bit. I’ll be back around dinner, okay? Take some time for yourself, do some reading, practice some spells. Hell, if you want to you can always do some chores. Just keep yourself occupied for the afternoon. There’s food in the fridge for lunch. Be a good girl. I’ll see you later.” I grabbed my bag and opened a portal, quickly stepping through, trying to avoid any more uncomfortable conversations. “Rose! How are you?” Lily greeted me at her front door and gave me a much needed hug. “I...” “What’s up sweetie?” “I... can we talk? I need some advice.” “Of course hon, let’s get inside. I know you don’t like the city.” She showed me in and closed the front door behind us. I hadn’t been here in a while, but I remembered the way to the living room. I avoid coming into the city, and when I do, I rarely stay long. “You go sit down and I’ll put the kettle on. Get comfortable. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I clutched at my bag as I walked through the hallway, the sleeves on my jacket covering my hands completely. I would do this when I was nervous, I’d withdraw my hands into my sleeves and grip them. Walking into the living room, I saw Ashe sitting on the sofa. “Oh hey Rose! What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming over!” “Sorry... I umm...” “Rose is here because she needs a friend and a bit of advice.” Lily shouted from the kitchen. “Oh are you okay? How’s things going with Noelle?” Ashe asked with a smile on his face. “Umm...” “Ah. So that’s the issue. Come sit down next to me.” He waved me over, so I shuffled forward, resting my bag next to the sofa and sitting down next to him. “Are you sure I’m not intruding? Or is it a cheat day?” I asked nervously. “Our closest friend needs help and advice. So you get adult Ashe for now. I’m sure Lily won’t mind.” “Thanks. I appreciate it.” He hugged me tight and I smiled back at him. Lily entered the living room with 3 cups of tea, setting them down on the coffee table and taking one for herself before sitting down on the recliner across from us. “So... details. What’s up?” Lily asked. Ashe grabbed a cup of tea and slowly sipped his tea in silence, listening. “It’s... Noelle.” I replied. “She’s okay I presume? Healing?” “Yeah she’s good. She’s fully healed. Has been for a week now I think.” “Really? That was quick. She must be strong.” “Yeah. It surprised me too. But that’s not it.” “So what’s up sweetie?” Lily brought out her soft Mummy voice, one I know works perfectly on Ashe. “I... She... Umm...” “Go on...” “I... we’ve been getting close...” “Close? How close?” “Flirting. A lot. I’ve been encouraging her and furthering her training with the promise of kisses.” “Oh that’s a good one! I never even thought of that!” Lily looked impressed. “I promised her if she impresses me in a duel, she can ask me out on date.” “Oof. Poor girl. And has she yet? I can’t think of a witch alive who has beaten you in a fight.” “That’s the thing, she hasn’t even challenged me yet.” “Really? That’s... unexpected. And she enjoys all the flirting and kissing?” Lily took a sip of her tea and sat back. “Yeah. She has a huge crush on me. It’s obvious to everyone.” “So maybe she’s intimidated by you? Or worried she’ll fail and then you won’t let her ask you out.” “Maybe.” “What else?” “She... she has so many little tendencies.” “Like what?” her eyebrow raised. “She has nightly accidents. Once she was fully healed she got out of nappies, but she still wears pull-ups every night.” “You put her in nappies? Oh Rose! Did you change her?” “...Yeah. She seemed okay with it. She made it out to be happy to get out of them once she was healed, but I have a feeling she was just a bit too nervous to admit she liked them.” “How does she act around you?” “Like Ashe a bit. Sometimes. Sometimes she can be a cocky little madam, sometimes she can be a shy timid little thing, but then sometimes, when I’m feeling more maternal, she acts a bit like Ashe. But she doesn’t feel confident or accepting of that part of her, so she tries to act more like an adult to compensate.” “So she is really into you, she wears pull-ups and probably would wear nappies with the right encouragement, she would do anything to please you... what’s the problem? What’s got you so down in the dumps?” “I’m... I’m scared.” “Of?” “Losing her.” “Why would you lose her?” “If I commit to a relationship with her, if I let her duel me and she asks me out on a date... I’m going to have to reveal that part of my life.” “And? Is that a problem?” “I... I really like this woman Lily. She’s... everything I was looking for. And I’m scared I’m going to lose her if I show her that side of myself.” “I know Rosie. But you can’t keep going like this. Both for your sake and hers. You need to open up a bit. If she accepts you, great. If she doesn’t, then you part ways and you find someone better.” “But Lils... she is the one, I can tell.” “Why?” “Everything about her. Just trust me, okay? I know. I knew the moment I saw her face.” “Okay Rose. Just... be careful. Maybe let her win the duel and go on a date with her. Then introduce her slowly to it all?” “Trust me Rose, anyone who gets to be your little will be very lucky!” Ashe ended his silence and joined in the conversation. “Thanks you two. Maybe I could tell her a bit... maybe slowly introduce her more and more into this... Maybe I could up my game when it comes to being maternal.” “See, you got this. Now, why don’t you stay for lunch then get back to Noelle and see how it goes?” “I’d like that... thanks.” “You know we’re both here to support you no matter what. And if you need me to have a word with her about it all...” Ashe offered. “It’s okay, thanks kiddo.” Ashe blushed and went back to sipping his tea. As he turned around on the sofa to face the TV, avoiding looking me in the face, I noticed a bit of swelling on the front of his pyjama pants. “Lily...” I nodded my head in Ashe’s direction. “Is he?” Lily knew instantly what I was hinting at. “I think so.” “Come on then Ashe, let’s go get you changed, shall we?” “Ahhhhhh! This isn’t fair! You’re not allowed to team up on me!” he said, running out of the living room with a slight waddle. “Be right back Rose. Got to go catch him before he falls over.” I smiled back at her, hoping that one day I’d have Noelle in that position. ------------------------------------------------- “Thanks for lunch. And for the advice.” “Anytime sweetie, remember we’re always here. Now go back to her and open up a bit, it’s going to be okay. I promise. Just take care, okay?” “Thanks. See you around!” I opened a portal and walked through, appearing just outside of my house. “Ah, home.” I smiled, the breeze gently brushed across my face. “Better go see what trouble she’s got up to...” Walking into the hallway, the house sounded... empty. I looked in the kitchen... nothing. Living room... nothing. I couldn’t see any sign of Noelle or Jinx. “Maybe they’re upstairs or outside? I’ll check her room first.” I walked up the stairs slowly, not making a noise so that I could playfully surprise Noelle. But as I got to the top of the stairs, I saw the door was open. The door that I usually kept shut. And locked. And invisible. “SHIT!” I said, quickly rushing over to the doorway. Looking in, I saw Noelle standing there, motionless. She didn’t make a sound. She didn’t move. She just... stood there. “Noelle... I...” She turned around, looking confused. “Rose? What is this?” ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! 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Diaper Training Dr. Fells recommends that the RA must be in diapers all the time and have no responsibility or control over the diapering process. The RA should not have any access to the toilet, and they should not be able to acknowledge the condition of their diaper. The care giver is responsible for check and change RA’s diaper, and they should do this just you would with a child who is not yet potty trained. This is the first step in the process and does not change until the RA is ready to resume adult responsibilities. That is always a difficult step to take. Potty training is typically a huge milestone in the development of a child. Most people do not remember being potty trained, nor do they have memories of wearing diapers. The need for diapers is associated with being a baby, and setbacks are seen as failure to fully graduate from the baby stage. I think that is why bedwetting can be so traumatic for children, and there is stigma attached to bladder and bowel issue. . However, it is not uncommon for an RA to have been delayed in potty training and prolonged bedwetting. We don’t have the numbers, but a lot of RAs do remember wearing diapers. Most of them acknowledge wearing diapers to bed, but some have acknowledged that wore diapers during the day past the normal age. That was certainly the case for me. I know that I was wearing diapers during the day when I was five, while Jill, who was three, was potty trained. I wore diapers to bed until I was seven and had to go back to diapers again when I was ten. That was when my sister Ericka was being potty trained. I even started to wet my pants enough that my mom put me in a diaper during the day for a short time. It is also difficult for the caregivers. Most parents celebrate the end of the diaper stage with a sense of joy and relief. They never want to return to that stage, and they definitely do not want to be changing poopy diapers. However, the RA not only wets their diaper, but they will also be pooping in their diaper. And this is not children’s poop, it’s a full-grown adult’s poop. RAs are resistant to wearing diapers and will rebel as much as possible. They go through all the stages, which include begging, crying, tantum, and vandalism. The caregiver has to remain calm, but firm. We will talk about disciplining the RA, but it is important to appropriately discipline the RA for these outbursts. The RA must realize they have no other option and learn to accept the diapers. This is a hard step to take, and a lot of people are not willing to take on this step. This is not a short-term program. It takes at least a year, and that’s a full year of changing diapers. My sister followed the program exactly how Dr. Fells designed it, so I was put in diapers from the beginning. Her friend, Chelsea, was not initially put in diapers. Her parents did not want to deal with the diapers, or the tantrums that she would throw if made to wear diapers. However, two months later, I was a lot more compliant and easier to handle. Chelsea was throwing daily tantrums, sneaking out, and not progressing at all. Her parents took Jill’s recommendation and put Chelsea in diapers. In just a few weeks Chelsea was much calmer and didn’t tantrum nearly as much. And that seems the case with R.A.D.S in general. RAs that are diaper trained do better than non-diapered RAs. After three years, 90% of the diaper trained RAs are self-sufficient and functional adults. Non-diapered RAs rarely complete the program, and they usually abandon the program in a few months. For me, diaper training created a dependence on my sisters, which in turn created a trust in my sisters, and allowed me to mature as an adult. Diaper training is not diaper discipline. It can appear to be punishment, and that’s how I felt when it initially started, but my diapers were not meant to be punishment. Instead, it was more that I was ready to be potty trained. It’s technically the reverse of potty training at child. I was conditioned to use the toilet for my business. My mom had trained me that pee and poop goes in the toilet, and eventually it was instinctive. Jill had to train me to do my business in a diaper, and not to react to a wet, or poopy diaper. It wasn’t easy. Jill was purposely keeping me hydrated and feeding me natural laxatives and diuretics. I had to pee and poop, but I couldn’t got to the point where it hurt and I was begging Jill to let me use the toilet. She refused, put me a empty garbage can and told me to go in my diaper. I did, and she made sure to praise me for using my diaper. She told me to just pee in my diaper before the urge was so bad, and it would be much easier if I just peed a little bit whenever I felt the need. She also tried to get me to try to poop in my diaper, but I couldn’t. She warned me that I would get an enema. The next day I was given an enema, and back in the garbage can. My sister used a combination of positive and negative reinforcement. She always praised and made a big deal when my diaper was wet, or messy. It the same method that she would use when her son was potty trained, except he got the praise for using the potty and I got the praise for using my diaper. Jill would check my diaper and ask, “Is your diaper wet,” and then when it was wet she would praise tell me how proud she was. The first time I pooped in my diaper without the enema, Jill proudly announced to the family (and my sister’s friend), “Guess who just pooped in his diaper!” Everybody followed up with “Good job Scott, we’re proud of you.” The garbage can, enemas, and timeouts were usually enough negative reinforcement to change my behavior. Timeouts were always long. I was never sure how long I would be there, and didn’t a way to know how long I would be there. I would then have to regain some privileges, like sitting at the table instead of the highchair. The difference between potty training and diaper training is that I couldn’t have accidents. I was constantly supervised, and my sisters wouldn’t let me sneak away to use the toilet. I was quickly disciplined whenever I tried, so eventually I just gave up and just used my diaper. After a few weeks, I was wetting my diaper without even noticing. I think I knew that I had peed, but I didn’t care. It took a while longer to easily poop in my diaper. I usually pooped in the morning, and I would crouch in the corner and fill my diaper. My diapers were always changed by whoever was watching, and it was always with a lot of attention and fanfare. In most cases, it was one of my sisters. Ericka watched me most days, and usually changed the poopy diaper in the morning. Jill would put me to bed and change my diaper at night. Ericka’s friend, Monica, would babysit in the afternoon, and she frequently had to change my diaper. My dad only changed me when nobody else was around, but he rarely checked my diaper when he did. My sisters learned to make sure I was dry when my dad had to watch me.

Chapter 33: A New Mourning I woke up again; this time with sunshine streaming into the room and a giant hand patting my butt. Correction: Patting the back of my diaper. Damn thing had swollen up so much over the night that it was practically its own entity. Bitterly, the thought occurred to me that this nighttime diaper was just as much an escape deterrent as a forced incontinence brief. If the crib bars hadn’t stopped me from getting out, there’d have been almost no way I could have gotten far with that much bulk surrounding me. I’d barely been able to roll over. “Did you sleep well?” Janet cooed down at me. “Looks like you did.” She felt the lumps that I had deposited in the back a few hours ago. “It’s not fair,” I reminded myself in a whisper. “It’s just not fair.” Janet hoisted me out of the crib by my armpits. “Oh yeah!” she groaned. “Was definitely a good choice to put you in the nighttime diaper.” A second later, I was laying on the changing table. I’d been left naked save for the diaper. I didn’t need a mirror to know that my hair was a mess. My skin still had that vague pink of a healing sunburn from the bug zapper treatment. Janet meanwhile was already put together. She wore a plain navy blue dress. I’d probably seen her wear it around campus any number of times. Her hair was combed and pulled back into a bun and for some reason, she wore a rubber apron. Her eyes though, they still had the same baby crazy as the night before. This was a madwoman with my friend’s face on it. Something else felt off in that moment. It was a Friday. The sun was up. If not for yesterday I’d be teaching right now. “What time is-?” My mouth snapped shut as Janet ripped the tapes off my diaper and peeled it back. I went numb and mute as Janet broke out the baby wipes and started cleaning my crotch and backside. I don’t think something like this was ever covered when I was a child; but for some reason it didn’t seem right to have a conversation while I was in the middle of having my ass wiped. Apparently, Janet didn’t quite feel the same way. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us, baby boy.” She chirped. “We’re going to the stylist, and the doctor, and then a very very special place. I took the whole day off and left lesson plans for a substitute so we could have today and the whole weekend to get adjusted.” Adjusted? Is that what she was calling it? I just gritted my teeth with each wipe, trying to concentrate even as it felt like I was being probed inside and out. I didn’t bother to ask “where” this special place was. What would be the point? She would’ve told me if I’d been meant to know. She wouldn’t tell me. Knowledge was another form of control that I wasn’t allowed to wield anymore. Not according to her or any other Amazon that had been in my life prior. What I did know was that I had to pee a little bit again. More proof that I wasn’t really a bedwetter or a pants pooper. Proof that I’d only be able to present myself. For half an eyeblink, as Janet threw the last of the wipes in the used diaper and started to ball it up, I considered letting my bladder go. She wanted a baby so badly, let her see the downside with a little target practice. Problem was I wasn’t a baby. And I’m not referring to emotional or mental states, either. I’m not exactly a stud; not even by Little standards. Amazon diapers would more than contain me. But I had gone through puberty all the same and had more than nub. When actual infant boys pee, the only direction it can go is “out”. Barely a nub there. Right then, my pecker was positioned so that if I let go I’d more than likely end up pissing on my chest (if I was lucky). I could hypothetically take aim and fire, but not even Janet- typical Amazon that she had become-would think it innocent or accidental. Not worth the risk. So I was left with the choice of peeing all over myself and forcing janet to wipe me down more while confirming her own biases... or holding it in long enough to at least pee in a diaper...allowing Janet to confirm her own biases. “It’s just not fair,” I whispered again. Janet tossed the used diaper into the pale. “What’d you say, Clark?” “Nothing,” I said. I took a deep breath and braced for another diaper...hopefully one that I could walk in and fantasize escape in. I wasn’t escaping today. I’d already made peace with that. I’d have to see the system before I figured out how to crack it. That meant being “good” for the time being. The fresh diaper didn’t come right away though. Involuntarily I let out a yelp as Janet picked me up and held me against her. “You didn’t get to have a bath yesterday,” she told me. “Let’s fix that.” Janet’s words went in one ear and out the other. I was already freaking out about being naked. I don’t think of myself as a prude. I don’t think there’s anything wrong or immoral with being unclothed in certain circumstances. I just think there’s a level of vulnerability about being naked around people; or even naked just by yourself. Clothes, even ones that would do nothing for you in a fight are a kind of armor in that they conceal some of your most vulnerable parts. Being naked around someone is a sign of power and trust. Either you’re naked and feel powerful enough to expose everything, or you trust the people you’re with to see you at your most physically vulnerable. Cassie and I would be naked around each other all the time in the comfort of our own home; oftentimes doing nothing remotely sexual. We were just two people, doing our own thing and didn’t feel like having any clothes on. Other times one of us would be naked, and the other one was cold or just didn’t feel like going through the effort of shedding clothes. Cassie and I were equals. We knew each other completely. We trusted each other. This was completely different. I was naked in this woman’s arms, her bare hand literally cradling my butt. She was fully clothed; extra even with the rubber splash apron. We were decidedly not equals; after yesterday I felt like I didn’t know Janet at all and neither of us truly trusted each other. What were crib bars and highchair trays but restraints built on lack of trust? Even during all four diaper changes (yes I’d counted) I’d been seen naked but it had been more of a transitory thing. Here? In Janet’s arms? I was completely naked and didn’t like it one bit. I felt vulnerable. Powerless. I actually wanted to go back into a diaper if only for the sliver of protection it provided. Shivering but not from cold, I was carried out of the disgustingly pink nursery and into a pristine white bathroom. The bathtub was already filling up. Janet sat me down on the edge of the tub and I looked at the open bathroom door while she tested the water. Janet might not be trusting for an Amazon, but she was careless. Overconfident. I wouldn’t run. Not yet. But someday...soon maybe… I glanced down at my own hairless body and winced again. Escape or not, this part was permanent. I’d have to get used to having the skin of a toddler. Some Littles- especially in non-Amazon run countries- still have surgeries that leave scars. Closed up gashes on legs and stomachs and chests; wherever the knife sliced them open to get at a defective organ or a shattered bone. The level of medical technology in those countries hasn’t caught up to Amazons in that regard. I’d been scarred, too...it’s just my scars were all over and completely smooth and undetectable. I turned my neck and looked over Janet’s head and arms as she bent down and switched the water around with one hand while adjusting the hot and cold knobs with the other. I peered a large plastic Amazon sized jug that sat on the opposite edge of the tub; it’s label just barely readable at the periphery from where I was sitting. My eyes still slightly blurry with sleep could still make out the sudzy looking logo on it. “Is that…?” I hesitated. “Is that bubble bath?” Janet’s head whipped around as if me speaking to her was some kind of miracle.. “Yes,” she beamed. “Yes it is!” She looked at me, as if trying to get a read. “Would you...would you like some?” There was a strange kind of hope in those eyes. Maybe even a kind of lust. I don’t know how else to describe it. Mentally, I made some calculations. “Yes, please…” I said, and hated myself a bit for adding in that “please”. Janet smiled even brighter and started adding in bubble bath by the cap full; letting the still running water churn it around and mix it. Good. The bubbles would give me a modicum of cover. On a lighter note, the stuff inside the jug was a bright sky blue. No great importance, but it was a small relief after a night being surrounded by pink. “If my Little baby Clark wants some bubble bath,” Janet said as she placed me in the tub, “then he’ll get bubble bath!” Great. She was “spoiling” me. At least I didn’t have to call her “Mommy.” I must’ve made a face when she plunked me in the drink. “Too hot?” she asked. It was just below lobster boiling. I had barely nodded when her hand shot to the cold knob; even going so far as to splash some of the cold water gingerly in my direction. It helped a little. “Thank you,” I mumbled, more out of habit than out of actual gratitude. No need to make waves right now. This was day one of Hell...just make it to day two. My muscles were just barely starting to untense when a rubber yellow terror jumped in my vision. Janet had grabbed a bath toy and was now shoving it in my face. “Ducky?” There is no way to tell an Amazon “no” and get the desired result. Saying yes doesn’t help either. I was out of words. I just kept my mouth shut and glared at her. I was not her baby. Not her doll. Right then I wasn’t even her friend. It did not have quite the desired effect. Janet giggled. Tittered with delight even. “Oh my gawd!” she cooed. She dropped the rubber duck in the foamy water beside me. “Are you giving me your ‘teacher’ look?” I said nothing. Just doubled down. “You are, aren’t you?!” She was blushing, but it was for me, not at me. I started trembling, vibrating even. Anger? Fear? Righteous indignation? All of the above and more? Yes. The stare down was not having the desired effect. I was never quite the terror of campus, but I’d at least been able to make a second grader or two walk away and get back to class. “Cutie,” Janet said, “that wouldn’t have worked on me back when we were co-workers.” Carelessly, whimsically even, she palmed a few suds and rubbed them into my head. I now had a bubble hat... “It’s definitely not going to work now.” To hammer in the point, she grabbed her phone out of her rubber apron and clicked a pic faster than I had time to realize what was going on. “No! Don’t!” I cried out. “Aaaaand post,” Janet said. She slipped her phone back into the rubber apron. “So cute.” She was absolutely giddy. My attempt at a glower just melted to something more of a mope as rage transmogrified into despair. My bath picture, naked save cotton candy scented bubbles in my hair, had just been posted online. It was the first of what would no doubt be many more photos and indignities that I’d have to endure today. I didn’t have to wait long for worse to come my way. Babies didn’t bathe themselves. Janet grabbed a washcloth and dipped it in the soapy water. “Give me your arm,” she said. It was nicely put, but it was still a demand. No choice; no point in resisting. Even though I would have loved to have splashed so much to have made her rubber apron pointless; I wasn’t ready to test those metaphorical waters. Littles that openly rebelled so hard and fast got their minds fucked out of their skull via a hypno screen. So, I gave her my arm and let her rub up and down my arm. “Thank you,” she told me. PING! She reached for my left side. “Other arm.” I obeyed. PING! The washcloth scrubbed me from shoulder to hand. “Now let’s get your ears.” PING! “And your neck!” PING! “And your face!” PING! She was gentle, admittedly. And through the washcloth her fingers danced, making tiny tickling motions. I was in no mood to laugh, though. I even bit my tongue to purposefully suppress anything from getting out. “Next let’s get your arms and chest.” PING! PING! “And your belly button!” PING! Even muffled by the apron, the incessant noise coming from Janet’s phone was distracting. “Are you sure you called out successfully?” I said. “You seem to be getting a lot of texts.” Admittedly, I probably sounded a smug; a bit spiteful, too. A knowing smirk flashed on her lips. “Those are just Facelog notifications. People are responding to the picture I just posted, baby.” What?! Every ping...every annoying little ding had been people...possibly people I knew responding and replying to that picture. Every little ding and ping was somebody seeing me naked and hairless in a bathtub. My mouth hung open. Janet just giggled some more. Her hand plunged beneath the water. “Now let’s wash your toes.” PING! “And your legs.” PING! PING! “And your penis.” PING! PING! PING! I just sat there in shock. Mute and dumb as every last bit of my personal space was violated; most if not for the first time. I was forced to stand up. “Gotta get that hiney too. Wipes won’t do all the work.” PING! PING! PING! PING! I stood there as my ass was washed for me. I jumped and all but cannonballed when I heard the tell-tale camera sound effect from behind me. “Aaaaaand post. I knew you’d love playin’ in the bubbles,” Janet cooed. I didn’t reply. I was only starting to digest the fact that now my naked ass was on Facelog. PING! PING! PING! PING! PING! And Janet’s tiny corner of the internet was having a field day with it, apparently. “Such a good baby!” No. No I wasn’t. I was just being a good doll. But what was I supposed to do? Everyone thinks they’re going to lead the revolution until the monsters are at their door. And even if they do swing; they only get one good punch in before they’re taken away and the neighbors quietly shake their heads. Trapped inside myself, I didn’t notice when Janet came back with a loaded toothbrush and some kind of creme filled mouthguard; Little sized. “We’re not gonna have bathtime like this every morning, Clark.” she said. “Mommy has to get to work early. But we can have baths at night before bed, okay?” No. It wasn’t okay. Nothing about this was okay. But that’s not what “okay?” meant in this circumstance. “I understand,” I replied. “Good,” she said. “Something we will be doing every day is taking care of your teeth!” Instantly, thoughts of gum mouthed and pumpkin grinning Littles flashed across my gray matter. Littles like that one on the bus, eating gum off the floor. I didn’t want my teeth “taken care of”. Not like that! Stupidly, I was about to object. I opened my mouth to ask a question or to just scream. That was all the opening my captor needed. Janet grabbed my jaw with one hand, and forced a toothbrush past my lips. My mouth foamed up as bristles coated with bubblegum flavored toothpaste scraped across my teeth and gums. I hate bubblegum, too. Absolutely horrid stuff. Littles are supposed to like sweet stuff, but bubblegum is my own personal exception. I thrashed, I really did. Thrashing only made Janet reflexively grab onto my jaw and brush that much harder. She was positively gentle on my skin but ready to murder my mouth. Thrashing wasn’t working out. “Okay,” she said after far too long. “Spit.” I did. Right onto the floor. Fuck it. I’d pretend not to know better. It’s not like she gave me a sink or a cup. Janet didn’t even acknowledge it. The mouthguard forced its way inside me and cupped my teeth. “Don’t bite down,” Janet warned. “This will help clean your teeth and make them white and shiny.” Clean them? Or make them fall out? I could only grimace as the foam that had been cradled in the mouth guard tingled on my teeth. At least it wasn’t bubble gum flavored. Giant Amazon fingers pried the mouthpiece out. “All done.” It wasn’t, I told myself. Not by a longshot. It was just the beginning. I was given just enough warning to close my eyes before my hair was rinsed out with a cup of warm water. Amazon cups sometimes seem close to Little sized buckets. Just before Janet pulled the drain plug, I remembered to pee, letting the bubbles and sudz conceal my added stream. Yeah. Kinda gross, I’ll admit. But better down the drain than in my pants. I was still in a kind of denial; still mourning my lost adulthood. Peeing in the shower was something I did occasionally when I was still in charge of my bladder. Peeing in the tub was close enough. Still...not fair. Wrapping me up in a fluffy bath towel, Janet carried me back into the nursery and finished drying me off. “Gotta get my Little boy dressed,” she said. “Can’t let ‘im go out all nakied!” Ironic considering she had no qualms about posting naked pictures online. Typical. Diving deep into my own survival, I started taking notes of my surroundings. Ignore the pings that were still coming from Janet’s phone, I told myself. I had to focus on how to get out; how to free myself now that no one else was going to. Again, Janet just pinned me down on the changing table with her free hand. She didn’t like to use the chest strap. Good. I could use that. Don’t squirm, and she might let that hand go lax. Unlike the changing table in Beouf’s classroom, the diapers were directly above me. Janet didn’t have to bend over or take her eyes off of me to reload supplies. Bad. As Janet unfolded the fresh diaper, I tilted my head to the side and appreciated just how high up I was. The changing table was taller than me. Much taller. I wasn’t roll-off-and-die high up; but any advantage I’d have gained through surprise would be lost in getting my bearings after the fall. Okay. Nix changing table escape plans. I’d probably. “There,” Janet said, giving my belly a quick tickle. “I bet it feels better to have some clothes back on.” I was so deep in thought that it hadn’t registered that I’d been fully re-diapered until the tapes were already done up. Pulling me up into a sitting position, she planted a kiss on my forehead. “I love you,” she said. I didn’t know how to react to that just then. So I just avoided eye contact and looked down at my knees. I caught sight of my diaper. Puffy white, with pictures of rainbow colored monkeys dancing along the landing zone. Why did it look so familiar? I’d seen it before somewhere. It was the same type of diaper that had been planted in my room just before Spring Break. Same brand that Ivy Zoge wore, too, come to think of it. But that’s not what was bugging me. Monkeez! These were Monkeez! The same diaper brand that I’d shopped for my nephew wore. Sitting up there on the changing table, I looked just like he did! “Monkeez is the only major diaper company that sizes for all babies,” my sister-in-law had told me. And to Amazon thinking, she was right. These fit me just fine… Not only did I look like a baby, to Amazon sensibilities, but in a weird perverse sort-of-way way to Little ones too. I was in a scaled up version of something that babies...actual babies wore and used; and knowing that made it kind of worse for some reason. I didn’t have time to ruminate or stare at the diaper decorations any further. A field of white was yanked over my head, my arms disentangling themselves and being guided through armholes. “I was going to use this to complement a dress,” Janet told me, “but I think a plain white onesie will work until we get you some better boy clothes, don’t you?” She didn’t wait for me to reply before laying me back down and sealing me in at the crotch snaps. That’s the best part for Amazons with Little dolls; no consent required. Some assembly perhaps, but zero consent. Back on Janet’s hip I went after she’d checked her phone and removed the apron. Back into the kitchen we went. Great. Another highchair feeding, with a pristine white onesie that might very well be ruined by the end. Then time. Such is life in the dollhouse. “No time for a proper breakfast, hon,” she said, bobbing me to the fridge. She opened the door and dug out one of the last things I’d have expected. Speaking of mundane normal things being scaled up: “Do you want a shake?” It was a breakfast shake. Just like the ones I chugged everyday before hopping onto my scooter. It was a two-liter’s worth; much bigger than anything my weak morning stomach could assume in one sitting, but it was the exact same packaging and logo. Chocolate too. “You drink these?” I asked. Janet took a baby bottle out of the cabinet, cracked the lid of the Amazon sized shake and poured some in. “I mean, it’s not the greatest flavor,” she said. “But it fills me up first thing in the morning and helps keep my weight under control.” She chuckled to herself. “Maybe it’s the flavor that makes it so I don’t eat too much.” I watched as she screwed the cap on the baby bottle and handed it to me. “Drink up.” I did. Immediately. Even through a rubber nipple, the taste was amazing. That got another giggle from Janet. “Yup,” she said to no one in particular. “I think he likes it.” My eyes rolled back in my head as I suckled. I closed them to just shut out the world and enjoy the taste. I didn’t even argue or struggle as she cradled me. It wasn’t the chalky taste of protein mixed with chocolate that I exalted in. It was the taste of familiarity, the taste of routine, the taste of something that wasn’t explicitly made for a “baby”. The taste was Heaven. “My girlfriends were right,” Janet said. “This stuff does make good baby formula in a pinch.” Heaven came crashing back down to purgatory with those words. The taste was good...but not that good. Looking up at her, I watched as she downed the rest of the bottle in just a few gulps, followed by a mighty belch. “Nice one.” I shut my mouth. Stupid, Clark! Stupid! In reply, Janet draped me over her shoulder. “Thanks. Your turn.” Heavy hands patted and pounded my back until my own gas bubble rumbled up out of my belly and shot into the air. “Like Mommy, like baby!” I grimaced as another burp shot out of me. In sharing her food- in talking to me like I was something of an equal- Janet had tricked me into thinking she was decent for just long enough so that I guzzled the stuff down. It had just made burping me all the easier. “Don’t get used to this,” Janet warned. “As soon as we go back to school, you’ll be eating breakfast and lunch with the rest of the Littles.” Whatever good feelings the breakfast shake had given me that hadn’t been already destroyed evaporated with that declaration of my future. “I understand,” I sighed. I wanted to growl...but sighing would have to do for now. She traipsed over to the kitchen table and reached for a certain stuffed animal that had been abandoned. “Don’t forget your lion,” she said, handing it to me. “Wouldn’t want him to get lost.” I took the lion and held it, if only so that Janet would let the matter be. I didn’t hug it or cuddle it close as much as I pretended I was cutting off its air supply. Crush its ribs. Inflict on it all the pain that I wanted to inflict on other, bigger, more deserving people. “What’s his name?” Janet asked as we got to the garage door. I rolled my eyes but hid my face. “It doesn’t have a name. It’s just a dumb stuffed lion.” “Okay, Clark.” she replied. Even though she wasn’t looking right at me, I could still hear the condescending smile in her tone. “Just let me know what Lion’s name is when you think of it.”

Funnily enough, this story isn't about a Middle! Sophie-only story, so no colors this time. And no, there's not going to be more chapters. It's just a fun little one-off what-if story for my friend Lyra. --------------------------------- Premise: Lyra takes extra precautions for a long flight home with no bathroom breaks. Will Lyra regret her decision when she is seated between two beautiful women? Disclaimers: diapers, public, teasing, wetting --------------------------------- The Middle By Sophie Starring: @Lyra Silver Lyra looked down at her arm rests, one on each side. They weren’t big enough for two arms, and her flight was booked solid. She would have to share. The window seat gets the window, Lyra rationalized, so surely I can have the arm rest. And the aisle seat can get up to use the bathroom whenever they want without needing to ask. That entitles me to their arm rest as well. In fact, Lyra was so nervous about asking a stranger to move out of the way that she had taken precautions. The flight from Boston to Los Angeles was six hours long, and her bladder was proportionate to the rest of her; that is to say, rather small. She had never worn a diaper outside of the comfort of her own bedroom, but it seemed the practical choice. Practicality was about the only thing that could get past her social anxiety. Nonetheless, a part of Lyra was still regretting not spending the extra eighteen dollars for an aisle seat. Inevitably, the seats beside Lyra were taken in tandem. A pair of beautiful women stood in the aisle and checked their tickets against the tag above the row. One of them had shoulder-length brown hair and wore tight fitted pants with a dressy shirt. The other had long blonde hair and was wearing a sundress that was probably intended for shorter people. They were tall, at least six inches taller than Lyra, and leaned in close to whisper to each other. Lyra caught a glance at their wedding rings in matching styles. “Excuse me,” the brunette said brightly, leaning down to meet Lyra’s eyes. She towered over her just a bit, and Lyra had to work to find her words. “Hi, uh… are these your seats?” Lyra managed to ask. “They are,” the brunette smiled. “My wife and I didn’t expect this plane to be so full, so we got the window and the aisle hoping to have the row to ourselves.” “Oh…” Lyra didn’t think about that. When she booked this seat, the two beside her were already taken. Without thinking, she offered: “Well, I could move over if you’d like to sit together.” “I want the window,” the blonde called from the aisle, a touch of annoyance in her voice. “And we paid for those seats.” “That’s a fair point,” the brunette replied, though it wasn’t clear if she was still talking to Lyra or her spouse. “Let’s keep the arrangement for now.” Then, distinctly to Lyra: “Would you please let us in?” “Oh, yeah. Of course. Sorry.” Lyra quickly stood up and shimmied her way into the aisle. When getting on the plane, she had been so cognizant to take small, careful steps and to keep her hips still. But in her hurry, every step made Lyra’s diaper crinkle. The blonde woman glanced up at her wife and the brunette raised her eyebrows. Lyra didn’t even notice the sound in her bout of social awkwardness, but after the blonde took her seat by the window - and Lyra sat down again on her padded butt - she was reminded what she was wearing. No one heard anything, Lyra thought to herself: another rationalization. All my friends say no one can even tell. They have other things to worry about. Not everyone thinks about a stranger’s underwear. Nonetheless, a part of Lyra wished she had just worn panties like she wanted to. Once again, her efficiency was getting in the way of her comfort. The plane took off without incident. Soon, the three women - with a cabin of other inconsequential characters - were soaring high above the clouds. The brunette took the armrest on Lyra’s right and the blonde took the armrest on Lyra’s left. Lyra sunk further into her seat and sighed, playing with her fingers in her lap. The middle seat is so undignified, she mused. This is middle-seat sub culture at its finest. Every so often, the women would talk over Lyra, sharing a sentence or two, and returning to their own respective forms of entertainment. The blonde watched a video on her phone; she must have been paying for wifi. The brunette was reading a mystery novel, as far as Lyra could tell by the cover. But inevitably, talking over Lyra meant talking to Lyra. “So you live in L.A.?” the brunette asked her. “Or are you visiting someone?” “I live there. I was spending the weekend with some friends.” “Oh, that’s quite a long flight to visit friends. How did you meet?” “Uh… online.” Lyra avoided that answer wherever she could. She had the sneaking suspicion that a majority of people felt online friends were somehow less than real-life friends. If anything, this weekend proved otherwise. But the strangers on the plane didn’t have her experiences. “Lindsay and I met online,” the brunette said, nodding to her wife. “I’m Margo, by the way.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Lyra.” “Lyra. That’s a cute little name, isn’t it?” “I, uh…” Lyra’s face flushed. ‘Cute’ was a diminishing enough adjective without the added ‘little’. “Very cute,” Lindsay interjected, leaning away from the window to join the conversation. “What do you do for work, Lyra?” Margo asked. “I… IT stuff. Computer stuff…” There was a more complicated answer there, but Lyra was halfway between ‘it’s not worth explaining’ and ‘I feel like I’m forgetting half the English language’. “Wow, that’s hard work,” Margo said. “Very grown up stuff,” Lindsay added. “I never would have thought you did stuff like that.” Lyra sunk further into the seat and nodded her head, unsure of what to say. Her face was hot and the way the women were speaking to her didn’t sound very realistic. It sounded like something she would read in a story. All the same, they seemed to have the same effect. “Would you like any drinks?” someone asked from the aisle. A woman was standing there with a cart of soda cans and water bottles. Lyra didn’t even hear her approach. “Yes. A water for me,” Margo said. “Sprite, please,” Lindsay said. And before Lyra could answer, Margo said: “And a water for Lyra, if that’s no trouble.” Lyra blinked in surprise. Had this stranger just ordered for her? But Lyra would have just ordered a water anyway. It didn’t seem like it was worth arguing. “Make sure to drink all of it,” Margo said, passing Lyra the plastic cup. “You don’t want to get dehydrated.” “I… yeah… okay…” Lyra put the cup to her lips and took a long sip. She was thirsty anyway. “So what do you do for fun?” Lindsay asked, sipping her own drink. Lindsay was definitely the more animated of the two, almost childlike in quality. But her height made Lyra feel small, especially when Lindsay would lean in and Lyra had to look up to talk to her. “I, uh… tabletop games. Dance. Rock climbing.” “Rock climbing?” Lindsay seemed surprised. “I bet you are the kind of girl that always got out of her crib.” Lyra stared dumbfounded, like a deer in headlights. “I… what…?” “Your crib,” Lindsay repeated. “You know, like when you’re a baby and you pull yourself over the bars? I bet you did that a lot.” “I… I’m not sure…” Lyra’s cheeks were hot with embarrassment. Lindsay’s questions weren’t even that invasive, but Lyra kept hearing something else. She can’t possibly know, Lyra rationalized yet again. This is just my brain playing tricks on me. Ego-centrism. Not everything is about me. Nonetheless, a part of Lyra couldn’t pull the rest of her together. She was bumbling through words like a toddler, and Lindsay pressed the advantage. “I love your hair.” She raised her hand to the side of Lyra’s head. “You don’t mind, do you?” “N-no, I guess not…” Not many people touched Lyra’s hair on a lark, but it didn’t seem too out of place. Lindsay’s fingers twirled Lyra’s colored tips, pulling just hard enough for Lyra to feel it. Then Lindsay picked new strands to play with, working her way across the many different colors. “Gosh you’re pretty…” Lindsay whispered, just loud enough for Lyra to hear. Lyra felt a cold cup in her hand as Margo passed her the glass of water. “Drink up, cutie,” Margo said with confidence and clarity, issuing a command like a lighthouse through the fog. Without a thought, Lyra took another long sip of the water and the cup was soon empty. Lindsay’s motions through Lyra’s hair went from twirling to running, like a rake through ocean sand. Lyra slid further down in her seat and looked up blearily at the two women. She was so warm, like ice cream melting in summer heat. Margo leaned down and tilted Lyra’s head by the chin, so that they made eye contact. “You like doing what you’re told, hm?” Margo asked. Without thinking, Lyra’s head nodded. In truth, when asked about it later, Lyra wasn’t sure if she nodded herself or if Margo did it for her. “Do you want me to tell you what to do?” Margo queried, much unlike the other question. The other one was a formality. This one was curious. Lindsay’s fingers played with Lyra’s hair and the both of them were so big… If they’re big, then I’m small, Lyra rationalized. If I’m small, then she should tell me what to do. Right? Nonetheless, a part of Lyra wondered if this was right. They were strangers, after all! But so were a few of the people she met over the weekend. If she had learned anything in the past few days, it was to let things happen. Did Lyra feel safe? Yes. Did Lyra like this? Yes. It seemed like ‘yes’ was the right answer. This time when Lyra nodded her head, she knew it was her that did it. “Good girl,” Margo whispered, and kissed Lyra softly on the forehead. “The first thing you’re going to do is put your thumb in your mouth. You’ll suck on it as a reminder that you aren’t to speak. You’re to listen and do what you’re told. Only take it out when you want us to stop.” Her thumb in her mouth? She was in public! There were dozens of people around her! But they are all facing forward, Lyla rationalized. No one will see. And if they did, why does it matter? I will never see anyone on this plane again. Nonetheless, a part of Lyra just wanted to obey the beautiful women. In her floaty, submissive state, that was the part that mattered. So Lyra put her thumb in her mouth and sucked softly on it, glancing up at Margo for approval. “Good little Lyra,” Margo cooed, kissing her once more on the forehead. Lindsay continued to play with her hair and Lyra was overwhelmed by the affection. “Now Lindsay and I are going to tell you what is about to happen. We will give you a list of instructions, but you only need to worry about one at a time. You worry about the first one. When you do that, we move onto the next. Do you understand?” Lyra nodded. She was pretty sure she understood. Worry about the first one, and look forward to the rest. “The first thing you’re going to do is wet your diaper,” Margo whispered into Lyra’s ear, loud enough that only the three of them in that row could hear. But Lyra’s heart rate skyrocketed. “Shhh,” Lindsay cooed, pulling Lyra closer. “We know you’re wearing one. It’s okay. It’s safer for little baby girls to travel in a diaper, don’t you think? It’s better than having an accident and asking a stewardess to clean it up, right?” Lyra knew there was some flaw in Lindsay’s logic, a string left unpulled. But for the life of her, she couldn’t find it. Everything Lindsay said sounded so right… so Lyra nodded again. “Good girl, such a good girl…” Lindsay rubbed her thumb across Lyra’s cheek and Lyra sucked harder on her own thumb. “Now all you gotta do is what all little girls do. One little accident will lead to so much fun. Just like playing with your toys. Getting up and using the potty is so much work.” “Take your time,” Margo said softly. “Your next instruction isn’t until the plane lands, so you have a few hours.” The next instruction… Lyra had forgotten for a brief moment that there would be more to follow. One leads to the next, leads to the next. But Lyra wasn’t kept in suspense. The two women alternated telling her every order she was to follow for the rest of the day. “When the plane lands, you are going to text two friends and give them our address,” Margo said. “You’ll hold our hands - in the middle, just like now - as we lead you down to the baggage claim,” Lindsay said. “You’ll tell us which luggage is yours by pointing, and we will get it.” “We will walk you to the parking lot, and you’ll waddle between us in your soaking wet diaper.” “You’ll get in our car, in the back seat, and we will buckle you in.” “You’ll be allowed to ask three questions on the ride home, if you use a convincing little girl voice.” “We will ask you to choose between Burger King or McDonalds on the way home, but you’ll be getting a kids’ meal.” “When we get back to the house, we will feed you at the kitchen table.” “You’ll raise your arms when we take off your dress.” “You’ll suck your pacifier when we put it in your mouth; I assume there’s one in your bag.” “You’ll lie on the bed and be a very good girl as we strip you of your soggy diaper—” “—and change you into a fresh one with lots of baby powder.” “You’ll cooperate when we dress you in the cutest little baby clothes we find in your suitcase.” “You’ll thank us when we tie your colorful hair in pigtails.” “We’ll take you out into the living room and put on a movie of your choice—” “—age appropriate of course.” “And I will pull you onto my lap,” Margo whispered. “You’ll watch quietly and helplessly as I strip off my shirt and unhook my bra. You’ll latch onto my breast when I put the nipple into your mouth. You’ll nurse like the good baby girl you are.” “And while you do,” Lindsay cooed, “you’ll spread your legs wide, flashing your diaper. You’ll keep your knees apart while I run my hand across the crinkling plastic, pressing and rubbing the padding.” “You’ll show us both how much you love being a baby—” “—and how much you love your diapers.” “And if you do—” “—if you’re a good little baby—” “—if you prove you want nothing more than to be our obedient little girl—” “—then you can lay in bed with us tonight—” “—in the middle—” “—just like right now—” “—with a beautiful woman on each side of you—” “—eager to make you happy—” “—and asking nothing in return but a little obedience.” “It all starts with one little accident,” Lindsay cooed. “Do what you’re told,” Margo whispered. Lyra’s mind was fogged over with thick wisps of smoke, like signals from a campfire. Each one had a message for her: You’re a good girl. You’re just a baby. Babies have accidents. You’re so small. You’re not in charge. They’re in charge. They are so big. Do what they say. Be the best little girl. Do what you’re told. So Lyra did what she was told. Between two gorgeous women, in the middle seat in a row of seats, on an airplane with a hundred people around her, Lyra wet her diaper. She felt the heat flood between her legs, spreading across her bare butt, and then the familiar comfort and safety of her padding soaking it all up. Though she didn’t leak, though she didn’t make a sound, though she didn’t give any indication of what she had done, Margo and Lindsay each kissed her on different cheeks and whispered at the same time in their respective ears: “Good girl, Little Lyra.” Then the rest of Lyra’s day went exactly as described. [End.] ------------- If you enjoy the story, please Like and Comment! Also consider joining our Patreon, where you can 50+ more stories in ePub and PDF formats. ❤️

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Like everyone here I love wearing diapers. Since the age of 20 they made me feel special. I started wearing them for work. Being on my feet and lucky if I had bathroom breaks diapers became my friend. I am also a crossdresser. I have no fantasies of ever being a woman. I am all male, and enjoy my male parts. I married young, and divorced just as fast. I was out in limbo for a good 12 years just looking and searching, and working. I also am bisexual and work as a female bartender at a Latin dance club. I have been at my job for many years, and I meet all kinds of men and women, and in the 12 years I was alone and desperate, I had plenty of one night stands and just meaningless sex. I never divulged to anyone I dated or had sex with that I loved diapers and kept it to myself. I have great friends at work that also wear diapers,, but thats just it we are friends, and not romantically involved. At the age of forty I met a woman, and we fell in love so deeply and so honestly, I think about it and I still cry. She pulled me out of a 12 year slump and showed me what love was all about. She knew of my diapers and she accepted me without ever knowing me. She accepted me as whole. We are married now and our love grows everyday. I watched her come to this site for over a year and help others and how good and happy it made her feel, and she never asked for help. I knew she was very hurt inside from loss. Her first husband had died in action and I felt it everytime I hugged her. I have always been there for her, and if I see her cry and shes alone I know why she is crying and I hug her close and kiss away her tears. She has proven her love for me threefold. I came here to D&D and I came with an open heart to help others that may be in a situation of hurt and ridicule and being shunned. I am bisexual and know what its like being on both sides of the fence. There are many men and women hurting here, We read stories and posts together, and believe me we sit for hours reading to each other, and I know her heart is here to help others and she taught me that I have great qualities as a man, and I too can help. I joined and I wrote and I chatted with many, and like I said I am not here to fool anyone. My profile says it all. I am all male, but I can love as a female and I have given my heart to a woman. There are many men here that hide their crossdressing from their wives or girlfriends or boyfriends, or have been in the closet for maybe their entire lives. I am guilty of that myself. Like I said I am bisexual and I married my first time to cover it up. My wife now taught me how much more I can love and freed me of the closet bisexual I was. So I come here to help guys and gals feel pride and to love yourselves just that little bit more. Nobody here is broken or needs fixing, we just need to get on the path to enjoying our lives. We all need words of encouragement at times in our lives, and I am here to help. Whether you are gay, straight, bi, trans, crossdresser, diaper lover, adult baby, even a carer, you are here for a reason and lets face it society thinks of us as the low of lows, D&D is my society and we are all on top and thats how I want everyone to feel.. D&D has showed me that there are good people, and people that care.. Love you all and I pray we can all help each other and be our own support !!

Major thanks to PrincessPottyPants for creating this world, and to BabySofia, BbyKimmy, and LittleFallenPrincess for writing the stories that got me hooked. Here are the first two chapters. I have 6 written and envision 4 more to get the novella to completion. Little Shield and Sword A Story from the Diaper Dimension Chapter 1: The Checkpoint As much as I hate getting stuffed into car seats, I’ve decided that I’d rather be in one than crammed under a hollow back seat. I don’t know where “Mommy” and “Daddy” got this car, and I don’t know what it’s lined with, so I don’t know if it’ll get past the Antifascist Protection Barrier. But here I am, in a ridiculous white frilly nightdress like the church would make babies wear just to take off them at the first opportunity, back before the liberation. Oh yeah, and the diaper between my legs is inconvenient, too, as is the locking pacifier gag. They’d said I needed to be quiet to get over the border (shudder), and they inflated it. Quite frustrating really- trying to make any noise quickly made me retch as my soft palate was tickled by the bulb. At least I’m awake- I didn’t swallow much milk from the bottle but it was enough to put me out. Oh, and to make me wet while I was sleeping. Damn, I really am a lightweight. Probably have the least tolerance of anyone in all Berlin. Or Leipzig, where we got in the car. Come to think of it, I don’t know how long I was out. We might be close to the border, and then… West Berlin. Ok, think. Is there anything I can do? This trunk is about 6 feet wide so I fit easily- small car to be driven by an Amazon though. In a world where the average person is over 10 feet tall, I’m used to looking up at everything, including the massive cars the Amazon westerners always seem to drive. BUMP That really hurt, rather a bit. Hmmm- arms can’t reach the top of the seat-trunk, so I try to brace myself on the upholstered sides. That seems to work better the next time we hit a bump. At my level, a minor pothole feels like taking a speed bump at 60 kph. My heart quickens, reaching a painful rate. This is it. This ride will determine if I’d be kept in captivity for the rest of my life, or if I walk free. My entire future depends on the question- can I be seen? Can I be heard? Probably not; the seats seem extra thick. There isn’t anything I can do; I just have to wait and see if the plan works. And hope the blasted diaper doesn’t squish too much. I feel the car stop. I hear voices, “Passport… Vehicle… Safe Journey…” I tense, this is clearly the moment of truth and this could go very badly, very very badly, and i can’t bear the waiting. “Mommy” and “Daddy” promised that when I woke up I’d be in the “Golden West”. If this trunk wasn’t pitchblack, as dark as my curls, I could see something, even seeing outside, that would be a huge relief, right? I’d see the Amazons of the Border Troops, or at least their boots. Wouldn’t it be better to know where they were? Whether I’d see them now, or never again? I hear a creaking and the top of my trunk is thrown open, light streaming in, and I blink, blinded. The first thing I see is a round, green-brimmed hat I knew well, as a 4 meter-high amazon Grenzer leans into the car, and pointed down at me. Captain Konrad Wolff! “It seems, my western friends, that you’ve forgotten to mention your daughter. Of course you’d have her papers, wouldn’t you? Or maybe she’s got them- you know, our schools are first rate, and littles learn to be very responsible here.” “We don’t want any trouble, Captain.” I heard “Daddy” say. “We can make this go away, with some western currency, no problem at all, really she’s a very special girl and we need to get her home to her new friends.” Captain Wolff nods, grinning as he looks at me. “She’s a special girl, all right. But she’s not yours.” And he springs into the car and unlocks my pacifier gag with a practiced, fluid motion. “Alles ok, Melanie?” And he holds out his hand. I reach out my little-sized hands, taking his big, callused amazon hand in both, as he pulls me up and out of my prison. I see the “Mommy” and “Daddy” who had tried to steal me sweating. I don’t feel ridiculous anymore. “Everything’s under control and we’re all fine, Captain. Except their idea of freedom. Apparently they think freedom means the right to kidnap littles.” “THAT’S OUTRAGEOUS” my self-appointed “Mommy” shrieks. “This little has maturosis and needs to be adopted and regressed immediately! I wouldn’t expect this commie hell-hole to understand what a little really needs! She needs her mother’s milk, and to be kept out of trouble!” Wolff leans into the front seat of the car. “Things here are very different than in the west. In the west, a policeman may have taken the bribe. In America, he may even have caught the little for you. In the west you may treat littles as pets to be traded, stolen, bred and mocked. Here, on socialist soil, they are our fellow workers. Little Melanie is one of our best Unofficial Collaborators. Really, you should be more discerning. Can’t you see she’s a good Little Pioneer, and won’t be taken without a fight?” Grinning ear to ear, I speak up. “The Stasi KNEW you were the ones stealing littles. Just had to show you one you couldn’t resist so they’d catch you in the act. I hope dressing me like this was worth it, because you won’t find many outfits like this in Siberia”- I bat my eyes. “Captain, can I say it with you this time, please?” Wolff scowls at my captors and scoops me up- wow! Getting picked up by an amazon always seems to pop my ears. “Sie sind…” He begins, meaning “You are…” “VERHAFTET!- Arrested” we finish together. Wolff kisses my cheek as other grenzers swarm over the car, cuffing my kidnappers and dragging them away. He puts me down gently and we walk (or waddle in my case) towards a guard house. “‘Everything under control?’ So, you being bound, diapered, gagged and oh, also, DRUGGED inside their backseat was your idea? In that case, mazel tov!” “Ok, MOSTLY under control. We just got really unlucky with the guard in Magdeburg, he didn’t check the car. Believe me I’m going to talk to the chief about that. I was out for most of the car ride, but I definitely got bumped about a bit. Imagine if this was the west! If we had THEIR speed limits I’d probably have broken a bone in there, they’re such irresponsible drivers. But I wasn’t worried.”- I smile up at his blue eyes behind those sharp glasses, his dark hair cropped short and his improbably blond mustache, and how he pushes the brim of his hat back. If I ever wanted to be adopted by anyone, Captain Wolff would be my choice. Unfortunately, he knew this and teases me about it plenty, but this comes in handy at times. I fling myself around his tall boot, legs and arms clasped behind his leg. “I knew the border troops would search the car and save me!” Konrad shakes his head and looks down at me. “I don’t like using our littles as bait, least of all you. You just got lucky they went to a checkpoint that has one of the new gamma scanners. That trunk looks like it wouldn’t let infrared through.” I giggle and shake my head. “Wasn’t lucky. Was confident. Who wouldn’t be, with you as their friend? And we’ve done this for five years, ever since I turned 18. We know how to beat them, and we do it again and again!” “You were lucky, and this”- he points to my clothes- “should show you how close you were to going over there. Note you can’t take either that dress nor your diaper off without an Amazon. They’re getting a lot more creative, and our boys are getting sloppy.” Tugging at my dress, I find he’s right. “Oh, ja, there is that I suppose…” I yawn. “Can I get this damned thing off yet?”. Captain Wolff grins down at me. “Oh, I don’t know- I think you might need a reminder of how dangerous this line of work is for littles, besides, the capitalists do have a point: you’re super cute in that.” “Ah, well, I certainly hope you don’t agree with those kulaks over there on anything else.” I pout. “But there is a positive to this.” Wolff looks down at his leg, and at the little wrapped around it. “And that would be?” “Well, if I’m not getting to change into clothes more befitting a free socialist woman, there’s no reason I have to let go. Might just have a little nap here, all snuggled into my big strong soldier daddy. Sleep while clinging. Like sloth. Zzzzzzz.” I close my eyes. Wolff sighs, and starts limping towards the guardhouse. “Your grip is going to weaken at some point, little Melanie, and I have smugglers, saboteurs, and worse to catch.” “My grip might weaken at any moment that I hear I’m getting changed. Really it could be quite sudden.” “I’ve got a lot to do...”- he begins to shake his leg, but i clng on tightly. “Ok, how’s this? Get me some clean clothes and I’ll buy the pickles for the next three football games?” “All right, fine. I’ll help you change out of that if you bring the pickles. Then you’ll go debrief and then you will go home. Are you still coming for dinner?” I spring up and hug him around the thigh. “For Captain Wolff’s famous puffer? I’d never miss it!” “I’m Jewish, so they’re called latkes when I make them.” “Mmmmmm. I’m German, so they’re called Puffer when i eat them.” “Latkes.” “Puffer. Puffer and pickles?” I bat my eyes upward from my perch on his boot. “Weren’t you letting go of my leg as part of this deal?” Chapter 2: The Broadcast I’m glad to be out of the clothes the kidnappers had put me in, and even gladder that Konrad had had one of my Little Pioneer uniforms handy. After a cursory debrief at the Treptow office I’m able to catch the S-Bahn home while looking every inch a respectable, socialist little. Stopping at my station, I scurry off the train and head to the Konsum cooperative. I hop atop the empty cabbage crate next to the doorway, and pul the handle. I skip down, and enter Konsum. “Hallo, Melanie!” Simone, the clerk waves down at me from her 3 metre height. “Guten Tag. Any Spreewalds today?” “Spreewalds… Hmmm. I guess that depends. Will you be bringing in any pumpkin pies this week?” “Oh, yes, of course! Does six on Friday sound all right?” “I think we can arrange that. And today I think I can part with two jars of Spreewalds.” Simone has a mischievous look in her eye as she passed me the precious gherkins. “Are you sure they’re the right size for little hands, though? Wouldn’t want you to drop something so good, break the jar or worse.” “I’ll manage. I have a foolproof system for opening them.” “Is it asking Captain Wolf to open the jar for you?” “Like I said, it’s foolproof.” I pay for the pickles, bid goodbye to Simone, and walk home. I reach for the door and enter my apartment building. Thoughts of this morning’s narrow escape remind me that this sort of independent living wouldn’t be possible in the west; Here, after the war, the German workers had constructed prefabbed buildings in a variety of sizes, including some that were little size! Sure, an elevator would have been nice (I lived on the 4th floor), but there weren’t many buildings constructed with doorknobs I could reach. This was a building made by and for little workers. Why couldn’t the western amazons see that we could live just fine without them controlling us? I find myself shaking as I remembered their hands on me. I really came rather close to being taken west and turned into just another mindless little doll. I’d never have seen Konrad again, never have lived on my own again, never read Christa Wolf again… And probably never have been allowed to even use the toilet or bathe myself. All in the name of “freedom”, of course. We’ve all seen the disruptive broadcasts- they reached pretty much everywhere in the DDR except for Dresden. Western media shows all these weird movies about happy families with smiling littles getting passed around like American footballs, just lying there, drooling while the Amazons laughed at them. They’ll cut to a scene of littles, some restrained, others looking completely dazed being baptized in the Köln Dom or some other church, saying that they’d saved however many children of god that year. Then some grim narrator will drone on about how many littles were still in the DDR, unadopted, toddling about, starving, and desperate to make it to the west. I suppose they were half right- at least after seeing this nauseous shit, I usually avoid food for the rest of the day! That’s what their freedom does- freedom for who? Certainly not for me- not for Konrad either. Propaganda like that is probably meant more for our amazons than for us. Most of them don’t seem to think one way or the other on the question of whether we needed to be adopted or not. Fortunately the Party does. We’ve always been a part of it, back in the KPD days, and the Socialist Unity Party had lost no time in restoring and expanding our rights which had been curtailed by the fascist regime. Now, 37 years after liberation, East German littles are the freest in the world. I don’t know of any little who voluntarily committed Republic-flight. Amazons sometimes do- the tempting promise of 4 years’ salary paid right up front, all for a few tv appearances denouncing their former friends and neighbors has certainly lured more than a few into betraying our democracy. I’m glad to be home in any case. I shower, dry off, then head to the record player. Amiga has put out some little-sized records lately; they’re about the size of a western EP, and couldn’t fit much, but I was thrilled to finally be able to purchase (and easily handle) some Puhdys songs. Of course, the Puhdys’ pieces Amiga chose for the Little-sized album “Puhdys: Lieder für Unsere Kleinen” are mostly lullabies and children’s songs. “Children” and “Charlotte the Yodeling Cow” are just silly, and “Bouquets for all the Mommies” is almost better-suited to a western littles’ show. At least this collection has “On the Shores of the Night”- a ballad from their newest record, and like most of their best work, with lyrics by the gay poet Burkhard Lasch. “As the evening leans to silence, and the day completes itself, I set down the burdens that almost burned me out…” Goosebumps fly up my arm as Quaster’s solo begins, plinking like the last few drops of rain hitting a window as a storm passes. Great as this song is, I could probably have done without the kids’ songs on the disc. Even in the DDR, we still had a ways to go. But that isn’t the Puhdys’ fault, and I need to hear Maschine and Quaster’s voices to relax after this morning. And Klaus’ drumming. Hard to imagine that the nation’s top rock band includes a little- at least until you saw them in concert, watching Klaus thinking 5 steps ahead of everyone else so he could reach everywhere he had to, the sticks looking like fenceposts in his hands. It really is a good metaphor for what we were trying to build in the DDR. It might be awkward at times, but here, you can do anything you wanted, even if you were a little. And I’m lucky enough to live here, as one of the freest littles in the world. This morning had been close. Looking at the clock, I see I’ll be due at Konrad’s apartment soon. I put on a soft, flowy white blouse, a blue skirt, shook my curls out, and headed out. Konrad lives in the next Khrushchevka to mine; his just happens to be amazon-sized of course. I climb the stairs with some difficulty and knock on his door- it was easy to find by following the copious clouds of smoke billowing out. Frying Puffers is always a difficult process, emitting so much smoke that Konrad might as well have been burning lignite instead of cooking oil! I look up as he opens the door, and makes a great show of looking left, right, and even up before looking down, at which point I’ve already scampered between his legs. “What? How did she get there?!” he feigns astonishment as I clamber up and pry his windows open. “Nice to see you, too, Captain! I brought the pickles, as agreed! Now, could you pretty please help me open them?” Eyelashes flutter and lips hang slightly open, halfway between a smile, a pout and a kiss. “Of course. Stand aside, Little Citizen, and prepare to witness the triumph of socialist labor. ‘Left, left, keep the pace. We are Always Prepared”! Konrad began singing the Song of the People’s Police as he resolutely grasps the first jar of precious Spreewald gherkins, and unscrews the lid. I clap and bounce on the balls of my feet. “Bravo! Now let’s eat. And maybe you can tell me about the worst parts of your day, and I can give you a footrub. Gotta soften the blow. Club Dynamo hasn’t got a chance tonight. Go, Hansa!” Konrad groans, and switches on the TV. We tuck into the perfectly crisped latkes, and seldom pause except to drink. Vita cola for me, and some impounded Hofbräuhaus for him. The outcome was never in serious doubt- as much as I love my team, they’ve got nothing on Dynamo. At one of the few points where Hansa got the ball, with Hauschild passing to Jarohs, the picture fades out. I curse- this was one of the disruptive broadcasts from the west. Since the Berlin TV tower had been completed over a decade ago, our signals are usually strong enough to block them out, but not always. “Hello, future millionaires of the so-called German Democratic Republic!” a smarmy, wrinkled b-movie actor oozes. If you are tired of living under the oppressive yoke of Communism, if you want to live the good life, if you need freedom, and fresh bananas too, the time has never been better to come to the Golden West!” Lights turn on, revealing two other chairs on either side of the host- one looked to be a smooth-faced American cleric who’d been in the news a lot lately, Falstaff or something, and the other I don’t recognize. “In the west, we work side by side with the church to ensure total freedom for each person to head his own family and become wealthy. And everyone has always had a fair chance to become rich. All you need to do is come to the west, and we’ll give you one hundred thousand Deutschmarks just for telling your story! But, of course, money isn’t the most important thing, so you shouldn’t care too much that only a handful of families own most of it.” “That’s right, Dutch” intones the minister in the sort of buzzard-like drawl endemic to the American south. German subtitles flash along the bottom of the screen. As God commands the church, so does the western, free man command his family. And we know that German women are the most in need of rescue- they work outside the home, they have access to birth control, and they have a childcare system wrongly striking off their shackles of piety. We also know that the family is under constant siege in East Germany. Honecker’s regime allows perverts to walk free, and to even have mock families of their own. This is sin and whoredom! There is another way! Come to the west, and become free, pious, and rich! But the worst thing that happens behind the iron curtain is how they let their littles play at living the lives and making the decisions that should be reserved for men! The Bible tells us to obey our fathers, and every amazon is a father or mother to all the littles of the world! Today we’ve got a very exciting announcement for the downtrodden amazon men of East Germany.” “That’s right, Rev. Falstaff!” beams Dutch, as slimy as Santa Barbara beaches under capitalist oil spills. “We’re helping those brave souls who come to the land of freedom and opportunity start their very own families with the littles they deserve! Thanks to groundbreaking little development research done right there, in the Federal Republic, by the patriots at Green Valley Inc., we’ve developed foolproof ways of detecting and treating maturosis in even the most coy of littles! And we are giving an ideal little to every defector from Communism alongside 100,000 DM!” Konrad and I were speechless. Offering littles as payment? “You only need to cross the border, then you’ll get to live the good life, the American way, and the Real German way!” the three men hoist limp, docile, obviously drugged, and heavily-diapered littles onto their knees, and pinch their cheeks as amazon women dressed in dirndls come up from behind them, carrying bottles for the vacant, drooling littles. “We know the German woman doesn’t want to be a whore. Come, embrace your new life in the west!” The screen derezzes, and Konrad and I sit in silence as we caught the final few minutes of our game. Jarohs had managed to score, against all odds, but Dynamo was still holding onto a comfortable lead when the buzzer rang. Konrad gives a half-hearted cheer, and turns the tv off. I find that I’ve been sucking on the same pickle so long that it’s lost its flavor, and I gulp it down. He looks at me. “It’s… Such a disgusting thing to do, but for them to broadcast it in here, bragging about how they treat people like you… Not to mention what they’d like to do to me… Melanie, I’m sorry. What we just saw was horrific. I don’t think they’ll win many converts, not here.” I sniff, tears welling in my eyes. “P-people keep trying to get to the west, even as they see what we’re building here. How m-many more will go with a ch-chaance to own a little?” “Melanie, I promise you, I’ll stop them. We all will. No one gets to turn their backs on democracy- we’ve sacrificed too much to allow it. I and all the other Grenzers will make sure everyone, amazon and little alike, stays here, where it’s safe. Is it ok to pick you up now?” He reaches down and I nodded. He scoops me into his arms and I cling to his chest. “And you’ll help us catch them, like you always do. You’re my brave little friend, and I love you.” He hugs me, but pats me awkwardly on the back, the way men do when they don’t know what to do with their hands during a hug. “No pat. Only hold.” I murmur, and he obliges. His hands really are so comforting and strong. My hand reaches up, and I notice myself playing with his mustache. Smiling, he sits me on his lap and strokes my head. I feel sorry to disturb what was becoming a much-needed moment of healing, but I have a horrible thought I just have to ask Da… Konrad about. “Where are they getting the littles they’re giving away? Even in the west, they can’t just grab us off the streets, they have to go through their ridiculous spiel to show that we’re immature, and no little ever consents. Sure the courts are all run by the church, but it takes time. They can’t get that many. And no drug will keep a little grinning like that.” “Who knows” Konrad sighs. “Maybe Ceausescu is selling them a few thousand. I wish the Russians would crack down on him- even Romania doesn’t deserve to be ruled by a monster like that.” “Maybe,” I agree. “But then why would they have the scientists at Green Valley involved? What’s the ‘groundbreaking research’? And what do they mean “ideal” littles?” Green Valley is infamous for inventing and selling Thalidomide, and for employing former Nazis. “Why even go to them, unless you’re trying to murder someone with a sausage...” mutters Captain Wolf. “They don’t have anything to do with adoption policy. Or do they?” His eyes flash. “Melanie, tomorrow you and I are going to talk to the Colonel about this. We need to investigate this.” I see his spine stiffen in steely resolve, and realize he’s back in Grenzer mode. This, actually, is just as calming as him cuddling me, and I can’t help but smile. He really is Always Ready to defend us. “I’m glad.” I pat his thigh, and yawn. Honestly, I’m still shaken up. It is time to employ my wiles. “About time I should be getting home. But you never know, there may be a Class Enemy lurking in the shadows somewhere… Could I stay here tonight?” I flash my cutest little smile, and almost feel it. “I get you’re scared, but you really are safe here in Berlin. Also, your toothbrush is at your apartment, and you don’t have any clean clothes here.” “Nobody in the whole building has any clean clothes after you fry latkes, but I did pack a set for tomorrow. And my toothbrush.” “Fine. You can stay.” I grin at this, and felt it this time. “Are you telling me you didn’t think of this too?” I bat my eyes again. His mustache sparkles in the dim light as he picks me up. “That really was scary, huh? But you have my word as a socialist, and a German Officer that I will never let that kind of… Mutilation, happen to any of our citizens. Those Americans will have to go through me, every other Grenzer, and the entire blasted Berlin Wall before they get a single one of our citizens to do that to another.” “Just… Could you just hold me close tonight? I’m still scared.” “Always Ready, little Melanie!”

R.A.D.S (Regressive Adult Development System) By Spark I was a twenty-five-year-old guy who had dropped out of college and bounced from job to job. I never found any kind of career, and I didn’t have any prospects for one any time soon. I was still living at my dad’s house, and certainly couldn’t support myself without his help. More importantly, I wasn’t doing anything to change my situation. I hadn’t worked in over six months, and that job only lasted a few weeks. I was supposed to pay rent, but I hadn’t paid in many months, and didn’t do anything to help around the house. My younger sisters also lived at home, but Erica, my eighteen-year-old sister had just graduated from high school and was enrolled at the local community college. She still wasn’t sure what she would do but seemed to be taking her classes seriously. My other sister, Jill, was twenty-three and had just finished her master’s degree in psychology and was working on her PHD with a renown Psychologist, Dr. Kimberly Felds. Dr. Felds was an expert on young adults, particularly those who hadn’t developed any sense of adult responsibility. She developed a program called R.A.D.S, which stands for Regressive Adult Development System. My sister talked with my dad and felt I would be a good candidate for this program. What is R.A.D.S Dr. Felds started R.A.D.S as a method to take aimless adults and help them develop responsibility to function as typical adults. According to Dr. Felds, regressive adults (RAs) , were really just small children, more like a pre-k child than an actual adult. However, since adults have full autonomy over their lives, it is difficult for the RA to process that freedom. They just aren’t ready for that level of autonomy, and they need to have that autonomy taken away, much like you do with a small child. It starts of with the RA being regressed to a small child. The RA has a very strict routine of bedtimes, naps and eating schedule. You would never allow a three-year-old child to be unsupervised, and the RA is also under constant adult supervision. There is always a caregiver who is fully responsible for the RA. Dr. Felds strongly encourages regressive to devices to encourage the regression of the RA, particularly cribs and diapers. Since diapers and forced regression is a significant part of the program, there are similarities to diaper and regression punishment. However, diaper punishment is meant as a short-term discipline that is meant to change that behavior immediately. “If you act like a baby, I’m going to treat you like a baby.” R.A.D.S is meant to be therapeutic. The RA is not ready to handle the responsibility, so that responsibility is taken away. Eventually those responsibilities are meant to be reintroduced, but that’s a long-term process. Instead of days, it’s months, or even years. The first part is the regression, and it isn’t until the RA is completely complaint and not resistant to caregivers’ guidance that they are ready to begin the second stage, which is the gradual reintroduction of responsibility and maturity. However, that is meant to be slow, and can be fluid. The key is the relationship between the RA and primary caregiver. In most cases, that is a parent, or somebody who has been in a parental role. However, in some cases it has been a spouse. But, that usually becomes more parental relationship in the long-run. In my case, my sister Jill was my primary caregiver. Which was interesting, since Jill is two years younger than me. However, since the RA’s status is not hidden, the entire household must be actively participating in the program. In my case, that included my dad, and my sister, who is seven years younger than me.

Rather than tell my partner about my diaper I showed them. Many would say I have a fairytale romance and in all honesty I prayed for many years and went out searching for many years. I am not a religious person, but someone was looking out for me that fateful night May. 23, 2016.. I went to a dance club to let off steam. I have always loved dancing. I saw this beautiful woman sitting by herself and just fidgeting with her drink (I thought it was a woman).. I walked up and asked for a dance. He grabbed my hand and we danced for a few songs, sat and talked and danced some more. I was always the brave one and while dancing I put my hand on his ass. Now I know all of you reading know what "Deja Vous" is. When my hand touched his diaper covered ass my mind just left me and went blank and all I could think of was "this is not real, someone is playing a cruel joke" We went and sat back down and had a drink. The thought of feeling that diaper refused to leave my mind. I asked him to come with me to the bathroom. The look on his face was blank. We went in the bathroom and I looked him right in the eyes and helped him raise his skirt. I didnt know whether to cry or get on my knees and pray. I stood there and couldnt speak. I raised my skirt and showed him my diaper. The part that gets me to this day is that we were both wearing pullups. In a matter of about fifteen seconds I grabbed his face and I just kissed him, like someone was pushing me to kiss him, and he kissed me back. We kissed for what felt like hours. After our first kiss we went and sat and talked for hours. We told each other everything, and when I say everything the kitchen sink was included. I have loved this wonderful man and crossdresser for five years now. I sit here holding his hand sitting in bed. both of us crying and just reminiscing of that wonderful, fateful, beautiful night, even remembering the songs we danced too. He a diaper lover of 23 years and me a diaper lover of 43 years. Life has been wonderful and very inspiring to me. This is how we both shared our love of diapers. Like I said I love reading stories and posts here, and it hurts my heart when I read stories with negative reactions. I cant see rejecting somebody because they wear diapers. We love from our hearts.. I truly hope this encourages people to never give up on hope, and love. Thanks to you all... Never lose that love !! Cherish that woman and make her as happy as you can

I agree, there wasn't a lot of "action" in this chapter, but this chapter shows you don't need action to move the story along. Getting to know Clark's thought process on how to play the game and eventually escape is great, I'm really enjoying it. I think he tries to make his escape at school, assuming he's put into a littles class at hia old school. He has a lot more knowledge about the behind the scenes happenings than any other little would, so he'll be able to take advantage of any slip-ups in "security" much better than any other little could. I wonder if his scooter is still at the school, or did Janet or someone else get rid of it? I also wonder if he'll try to get Tracy to help him escape and how she'll react to that.

Well, being such a “grown up”, let’s see how Clara gets along on her own for a bit. Having a toddler- I mean 18 year old at home can be hard work, I think she deserves a nice cruise. Plus, she may have had a hard night but it seems like she’s really starting to appreciate Stacy. Sometimes anyway. Chapter 8: Clara slept a dreamless sleep, and what felt far too soon, was awakened by hands gently patting her bottom and shaking her shoulder. “Mmm ten mooooooore minutes, mooom”. She yawned and stretched, turning onto her other side. The crinkle and bulk between her thighs that accompanied the movement and the chipper voice that answered were enough to wake her brain, however. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” Stacy’s chirp broke through Clara’s sleep fog and she jolted up, remembering the events of the previous night. Unfortunately for her, Stacy had already lowered the side of the crib, and she flailed as she felt herself rolling and falling before- “Ooof”, Clara rubbed her butt through the padding, feeling the sore point on her tailbone throb for a second. She didn’t want to admit it, but that had really hurt and she didn’t want to know what it would have felt like without the protection of her… protection. “Oh Clara! Are you okay?! Are you hurt!?”, Stacy practically yanked her to her feet as she ran her fingers over her back, her legs, searching for injuries. “I’m -hhhhhmmm- I’m fine” Clara croaked, clearing her throat. “Seriously Stacy, I’m fine”. She batted Stacy’s fluttering hands away from her waist, extremely conscious of the fact that she wasn’t wearing any pants. She tugged at the hem of her shirt to very little effect. “Oh I’m so glad. I guess I shouldn’t have put the side down until you were all the way awake, huh? I’ll have to remember that.” Satisfied that Clara was okay, Stacy stepped back and turned towards the dresser. Clara’s stomach fell, but Stacy only picked up the pink cased phone there and walked back to Clara holding it out. “Here, I’ll give you a minute to check your emails and messages but you should brush your teeth so we can get you dressed and to the bathroom. True to her word, Stacy turned and walked towards the closet and started rummaging around, leaving Clara to her phone. She started to sit on the edge of the bed, but nearly fell again when Stacy suddenly shot towards her saying, “No, Clara! You have to be careful!” “What? I wasn’t doing anything!” Clara said, looking down at herself. Other than the ridiculous garment around her waist, nothing seemed amiss. She chose not to make a snarky comment about that, knowing that it would be coming off any moment so she could go to the bathroom. “Oh Clara, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice, you just scared me. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to sit on the bed without the rails up. You’ve already fallen out or almost fallen a few times. You can sit on the carpet or in one of the chairs”, she said, walking towards the bed and starting to pull the blankets into place. “Fine”. Clara huffed, moving to sit at her desk and scrolling through her phone. She didn’t especially want to sit on that prison any more than necessary. Hopefully she would be able to catch her mom today and they could get her out of the crib tonight. Not to mention the other stuff that she didn’t want to mention. A few minutes later she heard a click and turned to see Stacy sliding the railing back up on the now perfectly made crib-bed damnit. Daybed. With an extra side. With the rail up it really was much harder to sell that line, even to herself. Looking past the rails, she could see Arthur in pride of place, perched right in front of the pillows she had so carefully selected and mismatched together thinking of tossing them aside in her haste to- “All done sweetie? Let’s get those teeth brushed, then so we can get you to the bathroom”. Stacy held out her hand and Clara hesitated before rolling her eyes and putting the phone into the taller woman’s waiting palm. She half stomped to the sink and looked into the small mirror to see Stacy smiling and shaking her head ruefully behind her. She realized what she must look like suddenly to the older woman, glancing down at her exposed belly, diaper painfully obvious as she picked up the toothbrush. The toothbrush that was apparently waiting for her, perched on the side of the sink with a small bead of toothpaste at the ready. When had Stacy done that? While she was asleep? The thought was a little bit off-putting. She was a deep sleeper, but she didn’t like the idea of Stacy puttering around her room like that while she slept. She was about to say something about it when she heard Stacy’s no nonsense tone saying, “brush, Clara”. Letting out a quiet huff, Clara went about her routine then turned to Stacy, squeezing her legs together with a crinkle. Her morning need to pee making itself known. She noted the clothing now perched on the ottoman, and while she hated the fact that Stacy had laid out her clothes like she was a little girl, she honestly didn’t mind the ones she had picked. Not wanting to give Stacy the win, however, she picked up the high waisted green skirt and grey striped shirt, returning the latter to the drawer and pulling out a black and white striped shirt instead. Stacy only shrugged. But when Clara bent to open her underwear drawer, she found it full of jeans instead. She shifted around, opening another drawer, her need to pee intensifying along with her frustration at Stacy. She had thought it stupid to keep her underwear there, but it wasn’t Stacy’s right to move her panties! What an invasion of privac- “What are you looking for, kiddo? We need to get you to the bathroom, you must have to go pretty badly by now!” Stacy said, reaching out to pull Clara’s tank top off over her head, causing her to let out a squeal of protest covering her breasts with the clothes in her hands as she stood there completely naked but for a diaper, watching Stacy toss the lilac tank into the now mysteriously empty hamper. Where were her clothes and the sheets from her accid- from last night? She thought, interrupted as she felt Stacy pull the shirt out of her hands and stuff it over her head. The room was dark for a moment before she re-emerged and said, “Stacy, I can do it myself!”, batting the woman’s hands aside and pulling the shirt back off, turning to find a bra. “Clara, you need to put your clothes on so you can go to the bathroom, I’m not taking you there in nothing but your diaper”. Stacy said, though she didn’t move to put the shirt back on. “God, I’m just getting a bra, and obviously I’ll get dressed and take this stupid thing off before I go to the bathroom. You can go get some coffee or something, I don’t need a babysitter”, Clara snapped as she turned her back to Stacy and pulled a bralette on then the shirt, reaching down to pull the first tab off the diaper when- “No.” Stacy was quick as lightning, left hand grabbing Clara’s wrist, and right landing a smack on her exposed thigh. “Ow! What the f*ck was that for!?” Clara shouted, and instantly regretted it. Stacy lifted her up under the armpits and while Clara kicked, trying to escape the spanking she knew was coming, Stacy easily walked her over to the sink, not stopping at the ottoman. Clara stopped thrashing, confused, as she was deposited in the corner. “Clara, you are acting like a brat. This is ridiculous. I have never had to deal with this level of naughtiness or immaturity from a student in this program before. You are NOT to use language like that and you know it!”. Stacy punctuated her words with another couple of swats to the same place on Clara’s thigh, then she turned the small girl around and looked her in the eyes. “Now Clara, since your spanking from last night didn’t seem to sink in, we are going to try to wash those naughty words away with some soap”. Stacy reached past Clara and held up the damp bar of Dove that Clara had used to wash with earlier. “you are going to keep this in your mouth for five minutes while you stand in time-out and think about your language, and then we can talk about the rules like adults”. And Stacy held the bar out to towards Clara, waiting. Clara clenched her jaw and breathed in then out through her nose. She stared back at her nemesis, the bane of her existence, feeling her strength waning as she stood there barefoot on the cold tile, rubbing her bare leg, shirt barely coming to the top of her diaper, and taking in Stacy’s perfectly styled waves, her mascara and the crisp collar of her blue blazer, the elegant romper beneath running down her long legs to stop above stylish wedges. If she was tall next to Clara on an even playing field, she simply towered over her right now. She looked the part of a stern adult and it made Clara feel more like a naughty toddler than she had felt waking up in a crib or having her clothes picked out or her toothbrush prepped. The willful side of her wanted to unleash every curse she knew upon this giantess, then storm away, but another part of her knew that would only end up with her diapered rear over the woman’s knee like last night. How bad could five minutes really be? She had handled far worse when her mom got a call from her guidance counselor about her flippant response about where the woman could shove her opinions about the SATs… “Clara, you can take your time out now or we can start with a spanking and make it a half an hour. Your choice”. Stacy made a pretty good case after all, Clara thought, flaring her nostrils, but opening her mouth enough for the witch to ease the soap bar in. It was still slick from being used and tasted far worse than Clara remembered. Stacy rubbed it back and forth over Clara’s tongue before pushing it further in, resting it between Clara’s teeth. “Good girl. Now,” Stacy swiveled Clara back to the wall, pushing her nose-first into the corner, and saying firmly, “you are going to stand here for five minutes while you think about your choices and how you are going to start using your big girl words to talk things out instead of cussing and throwing a fit. If you want to behave like a child, you are going to be punished like a child.” With that, Stacy’s shoes clacked across the tile and Clara was left to fume and drool as the perfumed lather worked its way to every taste bud in her mouth. She didn’t want to give Stacy the satisfaction of moving, but by the time she was released and the soap removed, her eyes were watering, her nose running, and her chin and chest drenched in soapy drool. Stacy let her rinse her mouth and clean up returning with the same grey shirt from before and replacing Clara’s sodden choice. “Okay Clara, your time out is over, and you’re forgiven for cursing, but I don’t want to hear any more naughty words out of you, got it?” Stacy said, bending to look Clara in the eyes. Clara looked down at her toes, seeing a spot of drool that had dropped between the third and fourth toe of her right foot, and wiggling them a little. “I need to hear you say it, sweetie. Are you ready to be a big girl and listen? I want to see the good girl from last night who used her words so nicely”. Stacy’s words came out like both warning and compliment, and suddenly Clara wanted to deserve the latter. She would show Stacy that she was a big girl. A good girl. “Yes, Stacy”, she said, keeping her eyes on her toes. “Good, then you are forgiven, let’s talk for a minute about what happened before your little outburst and what happened last night”. She took Clara’s hand and led her over to the ottoman, Clara wincing momentarily before she was pulled down to sit there, Stacy seating herself on the edge of the rocker like last night and reaching out to hold the girl’s hand. “Sweetie, I’m not going to spank you, you had your time out and you were a very good girl for it,” at this, Clara fought off a small smile. “Y are totally forgiven, and I trust that you are going to try your best to remember your big girl words. We just need to talk about your diapers”. Oh god, they were not her diapers, they were clearly not. She didn’t need them, didn’t want them, and certainly wasn’t going to use them, so why would they be her’s. But she wasn’t going to say that now… it seemed like a big girl wouldn’t need to make that distinction. Clara was a big girl. She would show Stacy that she could swallow her pride and play her game by her rules, ridiculous or not. She had been a good girl for her time out, hadn’t she? And Stacy had complimented her on it too. She had noticed. Clara would show her that she was a good big girl, not just when she was in time out, but also when- Clara’s thought trailed off as she realized Stacy was looking at her for some kind of answer. Crap, she hadn’t been listening. What was Stacy saying?! Something about her diapers. No not her diapers, the diapers. “Okay Clara?” Stacy prompted again, waiting for an answer. “Uhh… um.. I don’t… I don’t know… can-can you…” she stammered, not sure what to say. She wanted to ask Stacy to repeat herself, but she didn’t want to admit that she hadn’t been listening. She trailed off and looked down, unsure of what to do. “Oh sweetie, don’t look so sad, it’s just for now. I think we can both agree that taking your own diaper off last night didn’t turn out so well, hmm?” Stacy asked, eyebrows raised, but gently patting Clara’s knee. “I… I didn’t… I just… it was an accident… I just… you jus-“ Clara said, eyes back on her toes, cheeks blazing. Stacy reached out and lifted Clara’s chin to look her in the eye, then pulled her up short by hugging her gently. “Oh Honey, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I’m not upset that you had an accident, I just think it’s better if I handle taking your diapers off from now on, okay? Once we get you into a routine we can talk about letting you take them off yourself… IF you can behave yourself and follow the rules. And no more climbing out of bed in the middle of the night”. Clara wasn’t sure what to say. She had a lot of problems with these rules, but she also really had to pee by now. Her shock last night had led to a most uncharacteristic loss of control, but she definitely hadn’t completely emptied her bladder and all of that soda had turned her usual morning call into a more urgent need. She could swallow her pride on this one for now if it would mean getting out of this clammy diaper and off to the bathroom. “Okay, Stacy. Can I- I mean, can you take it off now so I can go to the bathroom? Please?” Clara asked, looking back towards the dresser and adding, “and do you know where all of my underwear is?” Stacy stood up and opened the top left dresser drawer, pulling out a pair of pink boy shorts, picking up the skirt on the way and holding them both out to Clara, who took them gratefully with a quiet, “thanks”. But when Stacy didn’t move to take Clara’s diaper off, Clara looked confusedly up at her. She had a pack of wipes in her left hand and was looking expectantly at Clara, saying, “well, are you gonna put that skirt on or should I?”. Stacy chuckled at Clara’s confused look and tucked the wipes between her arm and ribs, taking the skirt and shaking it open, pulling it up and then tucking the loose sections of Clara’s shirt under the top. Then she took Clara’s hand and tried to pull the dumbfounded girl towards the door. “W-wait!” Clara nearly shouted, pulling back against her so hard that she almost fell backwards. “Why do you need those wipes? I don’t need a new diaper! I only wear them at night! I mean I don’t even wear them at night, I wear underwear, I don’t need them at all, but you said I only needed to wear them at night. I don’t need them, you can take it off I swear I don’t need them!” She did her best to keep the panic out of her voice, hoping that she sounded earnest rather than whiney. Stacy looked back surprised, and smiled patiently at Clara. “I know that honey, I’m not bringing the wipes to change you, I just figured you would want to clean up a bit after sleeping in that hot diaper last night. It’s important to keep your privates clean.” Clara knew that, she was perfectly capable of doing that, thank you very much. She couldn’t hide her relief, though she was still confused as Stacy bent down, slipping flip flops onto Clara’s feet- “Wait, wait!” She said again, rushing forward as Stacy turned towards the door and feeling her skirt flare out. She still had the underwear clenched in her fist, and she held them up like a reminder. “You forgot to take the diaper off. I need to put these on”, she rushed out, smiling at how close they had come to making such a ridiculous mistake. “No honey, I didn’t forget” Stacy said, looking at Clara like she wasn’t making sense. “But-but you said I could wear my underwear! I don’t need diapers!” Clara felt her voice rising in a whine despite her attempts to keep it even. F*ck even, This wasn’t fair! She felt frustrated tears threatening to spill over and both of her fists were balled, crumpling the underwear. “Calm down, Clara, I know what I said, I’m not going to put you back into a diaper, you need to cool it with the whining though. I just want you to wear it until we get to the potty so you don’t have an accident on the way. It’s been a while since you went last night and I know you have to go”. Stacy said calmly like she was explaining to a little kid why they had to wear shoes outside. “But I only have accidents when I’m aslee- I mean I don’t even have accidents when I’m sleeping, I usually don’t, last night was just a fluke. But I’m always fine in the daytime. I swear. You said it was okay, it was just an accident! You can take it off and I’ll just go and-“ “Clara, we talked about this, I’m not mad about your accident, I’ll never be mad at you for having an accident, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. I’ll take it off as soon as we get there. Let’s go, it’s already 9:30 and we don’t want to end up in a huge breakfast line, we have a lot to do”. Stacy turned again to the door, but Clara didn’t move. The bathroom was sure to be full of her peers at this time of day, and how could she explain her aid following her into the stall… and the wipes. And the sound, she realized, thinking back to how loud the tapes had been last night. Not to mention, she would have to leave the stall to dispose of the diaper. Everyone would know, even if she managed to keep the skirt down and walk quietly. She couldn’t do that. But maybe if she could persuade Stacy that she didn’t need to pee that much, maybe if she could convince her that she had gone a bit last night, while she was sleeping… the idea was unthinkable, but standing there in that moment, it seemed like the lesser of many evils. Her brain was going a mile a minute, but she knew she needed to act now. She pushed, trying to let some urine out, but just as it had at the park, her aching bladder refused to release even a drop. Stacy had turned the lock, but right then her phone rang, and she stopped, looking down at the screen. “Shoot, I have to take this. Are you okay to wait for a minute?” Stacy asked, and when Clara nodded, she slid her index finger across the bottom of the screen and held the phone up to her ear, easing the door open and stepping out into the hall, letting it fall closed behind her. Clara let out a nervous sigh and focused on her bladder. She pushed more but nothing was coming out. She could hear Stacy’s chipper voice muffled through the door and she doubted she had very long. She closed her eyes and thought about waterfalls, about rivers and pouring water… nothing. She tried her best to relax, but nothing was working- until… she felt it! A tiny spurt escaped into the padding, and in her excitement it stopped, but Clara managed to get it going again, and twice more before deciding that she could stop. Only despite how hard it had been to start and keep it going at first, stopping the flow felt harder. At the end of the day, did I really matter if she was a little wet versus very wet though? She was supposed to have done it in her sleep, so it wouldn’t make sense for her to have only wet a bit anyway. She relaxed and let her overtaxed bladder soak once more into the padding. “Alrighty, sorry about that, Clara, thanks for being so patient!” Stacy beamed, re-emerging a minute later. “Ready?” “Um Stacy? I just realized, I think I might have… I must have had… I think I wet the bed last night. While you were on the phone I realized I don’t have to go like I usually do in the morning, and I noticed that the diaper is a little bit squishy. So… I must have gone already. So I can take the diaper off now, right?” Clara blushed and hated admitting to wetting her diaper, though she figured once her mom clarified things she would be able to stop wearing them at night and chalk this one time up to first day jitters. It would be worth it in the end not to have to do this part in the bathroom. “Oh honey, let me check,” Stacy said, sympathetically, and she quickly lifted Stacy’s skirt and reached out to squeeze the front of her diaper, then moved her hand to the seat. “Oh no, that’s more than a little squishy, honey, you’re soaked. I’m so sorry, sweetie, I wouldn’t have made you wait if I had known you had to go that badly. Let’s get that yucky diaper off”. “Yeah, Thanks!” Clara smiled, then realized what Stacy had said and clarified, “n-no, I… I didn’t have to go, I didn’t go, it’s, it’s from when I was sleeping. It must have been because it was my first night here in an unfamiliar place. It really never happens, I’ll be fine tonight, it was definitely just a one time thing”. Stacy smiled sadly at Clara and said, “oh honey, it’s okay, you don’t have to fib. I’m not going to get upset because you had an accident. It’s my fault, I knew a time out might be tough for you in the morning and then the phone call…. But it’s a good thing we kept your diaper on, right?” “N-no, I’m not fibbi-lying. I’m not! It happened when I was asleep, seriously. I don’t have accidents!” Clara needed this point to be perfectly clear. Stacy looked genuinely confused at that. She put the wipes on the changing pad and bent down to look at Clara, placing her hands on both of her shoulders, gently holding her in place. “Honey, your diaper was dry when I woke you up. It was dry when you had your time out, and it was dry when I pulled your skirt up. Feel”. She took Clara’s left hand in her own, as her right was still clutching the underwear, and placed it to the front of the diaper where she pushed it into the squishy padding. “This is warm, it isn’t from when you were sleeping, honey. You really didn’t feel it happen?” She looked at Clara like she was a little kid and Clara couldn’t take it. Crap, she hadn’t counted on Stacy being a forensic diaper detective or anything! She didn’t really have anything more to do but to double down on her story. It was her diaper after all, how dare Stacy try to act like she knew more about Clara’s own diaper than Clara! “It isn’t”, Clara insisted, pulling her hand out of the woman’s gentle hold and stomping her foot. “It’s from when I was sleeping, it’s just warm because-because I must have gone right before you woke me up!” Stacy looked into Clara’s insistent face and seemed to be deciding something. She didn’t look angry, she looked like she was trying to see if Clara was lying or not. Clara stood firm and knew she had won when Stacy smiled gently and nodded, standing back up and taking the crumpled underwear out of Clara’s hand. “Th-thanks, Stacy, but I can put them on myself, I just need you to… to take this off me, or I can even do it, yeah, I’ll do it and then I can just get cleaned up and I’ll meet you-“ Clara said, smiling as she saw Stacy reach for the wipes, stretching out her hand, palm up. But Stacy didn’t place the wipes into her waiting hand, instead moving them to the side of the changing pad and reaching out to take Clara’s waiting hand, pulling her forward and then lifting her onto the crinkly surface with an “up we go”. Clara’s flip flops fell off as her diaper squished against the firm changing pad and she squirmed. “Stacy, no! I can do it standing up, I don’t need you to clean me, it’s fine”. Clara covered her face as Stacy shushed her and pushed her back gently onto the pad, pushing her skirt up and untaping the tabs one at a time. Whatever, let Stacy clean her up this one time, she would be free from the stupid diaper at least. And she didn’t really want to have to see and handle proof of what had just happened. It wasn’t like Stacy hadn’t already seen everything last night. Twice. The air felt cold after the warm dampness of the diaper, and she jumped a little when the first wipe made contact with her skin, but she managed to stay still for the next ones, keeping her arm draped across her eyes. If she didn’t see Stacy, Stacy couldn’t see her, right? Is that not how that works? Whatever. At least this was almost over. She felt her ankles being gathered and let Stacy bend her legs and lift her bottom, wiping everywhere, then dusting her with sweet scented powder- wait, why was she putting powder on her. It did feel nice, but… “uh Stacy? Why are you putting powder on me?” She asked, taking her arm off her eyes and trying to sit up. She couldn’t sit up with her legs bent and her butt in the air, held so easily in place by Stacy’s left hand, but Stacy stopped and looked around her legs at the smaller girl and smiled. “Because it’s important to keep your diaper area dry, especially after being so wet!” She chirped, then sprinkled a bit more powder onto Clara’s bottom. Oh. That made sense. She couldn’t pretend it didn’t feel nice after peeing on herself, and lots of perfumes smelled like baby powder. Right? Finally she felt Stacy lower her bottom onto the soft pad and she waited for the underwear to be pulled up when- wait, why did the mat feel so soft and thick, and what was Stacy pulling up between her thighs?! “Noooo! No diaper! No no no! I don’t need a diaper, Stacy! You said I didn’t need to wear a diaper, I only need them at night time! You promised! I don’t even need them, I want my underwear, stop! No diaper!!!” She kicked her legs and beat her fists on the pad, wriggling and trying to keep Stacy from securing the tabs. “Clara, stop it. Clara!” Stacy pulled the diaper out from between her legs and let it fall and Clara stopped kicking, realizing that there were tears in her eyes and reaching up to wipe them with the back of her fist. “N-no diaper! I don’t need d-diapers, I wear underwear! I want my u-underwear! You said I can wear my underwear!” Clara whined, hitting the mat with her fists again. “Clara, I know I said that before, but you had two accidents already, and you didn’t even know you were going. I can’t let you wear underwear today, I’m sorry, sweetie”. Stacy said, reaching out and gently massaging Clara’s balled up fist. And then to clara’s absolute horror and disbelief, she pulled the front of the diaper up and secured it one tape after another.

Chapter Two Ai's escape from delirium was not quick or poignant. She didn't come out of it like a hypnotist snapping their fingers. She played happily with seven blocks on the floor, each of a different color and decorated in a different symbol. She would stack them and rearrange them and giggle and smile. Then, after a while, she wondered why she was doing this at all. But she didn't stop, not for another ten minutes. Ai set down the blue block and looked at her hands. Then she looked around the room. She was alone, and she didn't have the pacifier in her mouth. "What... what happened?" In her confusion, it took a few moments for Ai to take stock of the room. It was like she knew everything about every crevice and cranny of the room that held her, and also as though she was seeing it for the very first time. There was a bed centered to one wall, and above the bed on that wall there were paintings that looked like children’s finger paintings, hung in proud frames. She turned her head to the strange oversized armchair where she remembered sitting in Nana’s lap. Once? Just today, right? But it looked so familiar... The floor was white, soft, like foam rubber. She had blocks around her. Her blocks. She knew they were her blocks because if she thought about someone else taking them she'd frown just a little bit. Room. Bedroom. Her bedroom. Toys. Her toys. Cute pretty top. Diaper. Alone. Ai fumbled to her feet. She was standing in the center of the room, but her knees didn't wobble. Whatever that food had done to her, it also gave her a bit of energy. Maybe enough to escape. There was no door, but there was a window. Sunlight streamed through. She hurried over to it, maybe to figure out where she was being held captive, but there was nothing on the other side of the window. It was just white, like the window was nothing more than a light box. Ai touched the glass with her hands and looked around the room. She grabbed one of the blocks from the ground and threw it as hard as she could at the window. It hit with a loud crack and bounced off the glass. Had it cracked? Had it dented? It was so hard to tell when the whole window was made of light. Emboldened, maybe, by the hope of making progress, Ai toddled over to the rest of the blocks where she'd left them, and scooped them up one by one. Either she'd break her way out, or she'd force someone to come into the room and chastise her. Either way, she needed hope. But after throwing all seven blocks, the window didn't seem to sustain any damage. It wasn't working. Ai needed a new approach. "I got in here somehow," she muttered to herself. "So there has to be a door..." Ai started near the window and looked for cracks in the walls, anything that might signify an openable panel. On the side of the room opposite her bed, she found one. Two, actually. It was very clearly a door, but no handle. Using her fingers to try and pry into the very small crack, Ai noticed something she had overlooked until now - her fingernails were painted. Soft pastel pink, like cupcake frosting. This shouldn't have stood out too much to her, but she had never painted her nails even once in her life. More than that, they were slightly chipped, and grown out from the end of the nail bed; like they'd been painted weeks ago. Ai shook her head in a panic and took a few steps away from the door. This isn't happening, she thought. It’s some stupid... stupid prank or something, right? But Ai's friends weren't really pranksters, and they would never take anything this far. She looked down at her outfit and shook her head. Without thinking too much about it, she started to undress, starting with her shirt. She didn't care if she was naked - Ai wasn't about to play into this awful baby fantasy bullshit! She tore the diaper off and threw it to the floor, then— The diaper wasn't there. The shirt wasn't there. Ai looked around the room - exactly as she left it, with the blocks haphazardly strewn across the room in whatever positions they landed after crashing against the window. But the diaper and the shirt were once again on Ai's body. Was it a glitch? Ai wondered. Is this a simulation or something? No, that was stupid! This wasn't a sci-fi movie! Ai's anger built in her chest. In a flurry, she tore the shirt off again and ripped it from the neckline all the way to the hem. But when she turned her attention to the diaper, she froze. Ai stood there blankly, looking at the diaper around her hips. The same diaper as before, probably. But for the life of her, she couldn't remember how to take it off. Riding a bike. Tying her shoes. Driving a stick shift. Using a computer mouse. They were all things that Ai had to learn how to do. Taking off a diaper... her brain blanked. There was no way to take it off. It was like handcuffs. Or a straight jacket. "This is... this is stupid, I..." Nobody was listening, but someone have been. Someone came in there without her seeing, and put the diaper back on her! But if she couldn't take it off, then that wasn't true. Had she just imagined taking it off? Ai's bottom lip trembled and tears filled her eyes. She was a crybaby at the best of times, and this was definitely not the best of times. Her fiancé always teased her about it. She missed him so much... "Please... someone has to be out there. Please, if you're listening, let me go home! I have a family! I'm getting married in April, and... I... I have to go home. Please..." Tears slid down her cheeks. If anybody heard her, nobody said anything. Her fingers found their way to the diaper, to the plastic that crinkled with every movement. But her brain kept telling her the same thing each and every time she touched it: you don't take your diapers off. You can't. "Please..." Ai had tears down her cheeks as she looked at each of the upper corners of the room, like maybe she could see a camera or something - no such luck - and she shook her head. "Please..." The begging was getting her nowhere. Her chest hurt to admit it. "Please... I'll be good." That concession made her sink internally, that level of submission of giving up. And it still got no reaction. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she sobbed. Nobody came. Ai curled up on her bed and cried. She didn't know what else to do. Would her fiancé come for her? Would her parents call the police? Someone had to save her, right? These crazy people couldn't keep her here, locked in a tiny room and treat her like a baby. But the more she hoped, the more nervous she became. What if they didn't save her? No, she couldn't think like that. If she gave up hope, then she'd never find a way out. But the grumbling in her stomach started to chip away at what little hope she had. She felt queasy, and she knew deep down that her captors weren't about to let her use the toilet. Ai paced the length of the room, at first to keep herself distracted, but quickly she realized that the movements were only hastening the cramping in her guts. So the pacing became sitting on the bed, and hoping for the best. But then the lack of distraction meant all she could think about was the discomfort, the gurgling unhappiness! And so it was irony, maybe, that she wound up back on the floor and playing with her blocks again. Her blocks. She knew they were hers. And she wasn't playing with them because she was drugged, or forced, or coerced. The distraction was good. It was nice. It was comforting. Playing with her blocks made her happy. And happiness was in such short supply right now. She sat on her knees, looking at the diaper around her hips. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead and she was staring down at the diaper with desperation. Tear it? That wouldn't work. Just shimmy it down, like panties. That wouldn't work. The tapes on the front, fastened over the baby blocks, definitely meant something. But she couldn't figure out what. Ai knew someone would come in. Someone had to come in, if only to humiliate her and tease her and call her stupid lies. Like a baby. She wasn't a baby! She was twenty-five years old! She was an adult! But no one came. Ai bent forward on her elbows and knees. She groaned loudly. The cramps were too much, and her body was through listening to her pride. She pushed, and tears of shame dripped down her cheeks onto the carpet. There was a part of her that knew she was going to break, a twig in her own psyche that would snap and leave her completely and utterly different. The first push had been so hard, and the second wasn't much easier. But as Ai figured out that she could rock and lean and push in unison, lifting her diaper up in the air, it became easier. Push. Easier. Easier to poop herself. Easier to use her diaper. Easier to do what it was meant for. She couldn't escape it. She couldn't blame them. She was doing this. She was wearing a diaper. Her diaper, she reminded herself. Why did she remind herself? Ai could feel it. Ai could smell it. Ai couldn't escape it. She pushed again, like a baby. Ai sat up on her knees, so the heavy mass in her diaper sagged between her legs. Tears spilled down her burning red cheeks. She couldn't believe she did that. She was supposed to be an adult, but she had filled her diaper like an infant. Ai reached down to undo the diaper, to free herself of the mess she made, but she couldn't remember how. She stared at the sagging diaper and fresh tears filled her eyes. She couldn't stop crying. Ai shifted a little too far back, and her diaper pressed its sagging mushy seat against her heels. She squealed and bawled and shot back up. She tried to stand, but the diaper was unavoidable. Her mess was unavoidable. Eventually, Ai found, if she laid on her stomach, on her bed, she could almost pretend she hadn't done it. If not for the smell.

There are sites, that sell adult plastic training pants too. They are usually either flannel, or terry cloth inside, and you can get different thicknesses, and they have plastic exteriors. These type of pants, can go over a disposable, and help absorb a leak, and not let it pass to the bed. You can find them at several on line vendors, like https://www.babykins.com/collections/adult-terry-lined-plastic-pants/ https://www.llmedico.com/gary-pull-on-flannel-lined-plastic-pants/ https://plastic-pants.com/products/terry_lined.html Those are a few to start. Kins, the first link, has nice ones. The terry pants inside, are connected only at the waist, so you can pull them inside out, for easier washing. Maybe they can help you?

I am curious have you ever been told you are lazy for wanting to wear diapers full time. Before I started wearing to work and having to wear diapers more often. My mom used to say that I was lazy because I wanted to wear diapers. She new since the early 2000s that I liked wearing diapers. She never new that I wanted to unpotty train myself though she new about the diapers and she used to call me lazy for wearing them as adults should not wear diapers as they can access the bathroom just fine. She used to say there is nothing wrong with me using the bathroom. I used to tell her that it is not laziness as it takes more effort and a lot more work to clean up after one self. Instead of using the bathroom got to take the diaper off then got to clean the area then got to powder up or put lotion on the area. Then got to put a clean diaper back on and so forth so I asked her how is that laziness. She never could give me a answer to that question. For punishment for her picking on me she now gets to wear diapers. She wears the Walmart brand pullups for medical needs there are days she can not make it to the bathroom. I know my mom loves me and all but after all these years of picking on me it backfired on her. What are your thoughts on wearing diapers full time and laziness? I am tagging a few people to see there thoughts on this. @DailyDi @BabySpiderBoy @~Brian~ @Evelyn Dellcerro @Transfusionelle @Enthusi @oznl @joey52 @Glennie @Luvs24

I assumed this MUST have been posted in the past, but if not then here it is! lolllll

What's your poison? I rarely drink, but when I do I like a nice Screwdriver or some Apple Pie Moonshine.

ok, will do!

Since you've posted it here for criticism, I'm going to give you some. "It's set in the early 1980s in the Diaper Dimension, at a time when some of the technology that underpins more modern stories is just being developed. It is set in East Germany- many countries and places are named the same in the Diadem as in our world, and I wanted to write a diadem story drawing on my special interest in DDR culture. That said, I am considering changing the name to "Teutonia" much as France became "Gaul". In any case, some of the characters are real historical figures ported into this fictional continuity, and if something here inspires you to check out the real-life music, places or people, then part of my job is done." Get rid of this part. Explain the setting and the world you're showing us WITHIN the story itself. Make it part of the narrative and world building. Use storytelling devices other than explaining to us out of character beforehand to get the concept across. If you want to plug your inspiration as far as real world events and setting, that's doable, but do so AFTER we've read your story. It's not a peek behind the curtain if you come on stage and tells everyone before the show starts.

I don't drink buddy.????????????☺️???? The only drinks I'm having is water, soda, lemonade, milk and orange juice!??????❤️?

Episode Two Four contestants were already back at the lodge when the time ran out. Their game of hide and go tag had gotten out of hand, but now they were starting to catch their breath. Art had grown a little nervous about his position, once he found out he’d been the second to get tagged. Still, he had a healthy nine points over the next contestant. Miranda and Benji were commiserating off to the side. As the third and fourth to be tagged, they were in a pretty healthy spot and both knew it - it was more the embarrassment of how they’d both lost that was getting to them. Sam, though, was pissed. “Are you kidding me?” she complained, to a completely unconcerned Liam. She’d spat out her pacifier and just had gotten a hand removing the mittens and booties, leaving her just in her tank top and diaper. … Sam: “This is completely unfair! I got screwed over in the egg hunt, and then I got screwed over in hide and seek - What the f[BEEP] do they expect me to do?” Putting a hand to her belly, she added, “Ugh, and whatever was in those stupid candies…” … While they all stood around, a distant honking gave away Greg’s approach. “Woo!” he cheered, jogging up from the back. He’d gotten the hang of moving quickly despite his various impediments, and he showed it off as he ran up to the waiting area. Liam waited for him to get back, and then, noting that they were still one contestant short, signalled to a crew member to go get her while Greg removed the most awkward elements of his outfit, leaving on the shortalls, tanktop, and slightly soggy diaper but removing everything else. A few moments passed, while the players commiserated over how sideways things had gone, and how none of them had expected the games to be like this. Eventually, though, they all spotted Katie waddling up from the back of the playground. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her face was burning red as she steadfastly avoided eye contact with anyone, the bunny ears of her footie PJs flopping from side to side. “What’s her deal?” Art asked. Then, as she came within smelling distance, he wrinkled up his nose and took a step back. “Oh. Oh.” “Shut up!” Katie snapped. “I didn’t say anything!” Art said, holding up his hands defensively. Liam stepped in, flashing his charming announcer grin at a camera. “That was an exciting round of action! Katie, as the only contestant not to get caught, how do you feel right now?” “I hate this, I hate you, I hate this stupid show,” Katie fumed. “Man, her attitude about winning stinks,” Liam quipped, winking right at the camera. “Or, at least, something does!” “UGH!” Katie stormed off to the side, fuming as she waited for the results to be announced. Looking around, Liam walked up to Sam next. “Disappointing performance, you’ve got to admit.” “I did everything I could,” Sam said, holding a hand to her stomach. “It was all just- ugh, it was the worst luck. If I make it past this round, I’m going to kill Greg.” “We had a contestant write in on social media,” Liam added, pausing to read the message being held up on a behind-the-camera cue card. “‘What happened was some crap luck, I hope you don’t get eliminated. You’ve got my vote!’ Sounds like some people are really pulling for you!” “Yeah, well, we’ll see.” “Well, let’s go to the scoring,” Liam said. “Contestants, line up!” They did, all of them giving Katie just a little more space than anyone else. She noticed, and gave everyone a lethal glare. “Now, here’s your scores after the first round,” Liam said, waving a hand off to the side. Katie: 38 points Greg: 27 points Miranda: 24 points Benji: 16 points Art: 8 points Sam: -1 point … Sam: “Bullshit. Bull. Shit. Ugh… And whatever was in those ‘candies’ they had us eat is making me feel sick.” … Art: “Well, I’m safe, as long as the fans don’t hate me.” … Greg: “Don’t hate the player, hate the game, baby!” Glancing down, he added, “Uh. Maybe not ‘Baby’, but you know what I mean.” … “Now, there were nearly a hundred votes cast in total,” Liam continued. “So, let’s go down the list. Katie, you received a total of twenty two votes! I guess you made quite a splash - or should I say, quite a squish!” Katie buried her face in her hands, burning bright read as the score display changed. Katie: 60 “Greg, you’ve got some real fans, too - eight votes!” Greg: 35 “Miranda received the most votes of any contestant, with a whopping twenty three!” … Miranda: “Huh? I mean… thank you, thank you so much, but…” She bit her lip, a bit of her braces showing as she looked off to the side. “I’m just me. Why am I so popular?” … Miranda: 47 “Benji, you were looking alright on score, but you’re looking very safe with an extra eight votes!” Benji: 24 Benji beamed, happy to be in a comfortable position. The only way Sam would overtake them was with twenty five votes, and Liam had already made it clear that nobody had gotten more than Miranda’s twenty three. That just left two contestants. Art eyed Sam nervously, and Sam glared at the back of Greg’s head. … Art: I don’t know, man. I did my best, but Sam could take this from me if I’m not lucky. … Sam: I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve it at all. I did my best and got screwed over at every turn. … “Art,” Liam said. “Several voters commended your sportsmanship, but it didn’t do very much to help your popularity - with only seven votes, you were the least popular contestant for this round.” Art: 15 Sam held her breath. Art waited, crossing both his fingers. “Sam, I’m sorry,” Liam said, waiting for a long pause. “I lied to you, when I said that Miranda got the most votes - That honor actually goes to you with an incredible twenty six votes! Congratulations, you’re making it to the next episode of Escape From Baby Island!” Sam pumped her fist in the air in excitement. “YES! WOO!” There were high fives all around - with Liam, with Miranda, with Benji. Even Art stepped up, giving her a high five and a congratulatory nod. “I’m very sorry, Art, but that means you have been eliminated,” Liam said. “Yeah,” Art shrugged. “I figured. It was fun while it lasted, and hey - at least I don’t gotta actually use this thing.” “That’s an optimistic way of looking at things,” Liam agreed. “Now, there’s just one more thing - You still have a chance to win some cash.” That got everyone’s attention, especially Art’s. … Art: “What’s this about some money? I’d take some money.” … “If you keep your current clothes on until you get home, as well as just a couple additions chosen to celebrate your astounding performance as first to be eliminated, you’ll get a check for one thousand dollars,” Liam said. Art did the math in his head, looking down at his outfit - a diaper and a tank top, and nothing else. “All the way home? Like, walking through the front door of my house.” “We’d give you flip flops so you’re not barefoot,” Liam assured him. Nodding, Art thought about it. “Let’s see… that’s like ten hours away. I’m pretty sure I can hold it that long, and I definitely won’t end up like Katie over there.” He sniggered, and Katie’s face turned even redder. “Alright, I’ll do it!” “Great!” Liam said. “Now, just a couple extra things for you to wear - we’ve got a hat, and to celebrate your lack of victory…” From off screen, a crew member walked up with the blue flip-flops, a large cone-shaped “hat” that read “#1 LOSER” in big letters, and… well, Art wasn’t sure to make of it. It had the plastic guard of a pacifier, but instead of a plastic ring, it looked like a party horn was stuck to the front of it. “Keep this in your mouth for the whole way home, and you’ll get your prize,” Liam said, winking as he added, “And don’t take off the hat on purpose.” Art blinked a couple times, then shrugged and took the proffered accessories. “Hey, when in Baby Island, do like a Baby.” Popping in the party horn pacifier, he turned and raised his middle and index fingers on both hands, making a wheezing “Fweeee” sound as he blew into the horn, lisping around the guard. “Peath, babieth!” … “Everyone else - You’ve earned a day of relaxation. You’re free to relax in your rooms, visit the beach on the north side of the island, and generally do whatever you’d like, so long as you’re in a diaper at all times. Diaper changes will be offered before every meal and just before bed, so I’d advise using your potty training and avoiding having too many accidents if you know you won’t get a clean diaper for a while.” Winking at Katie, he added, “Of course, not all of you can help it.” Sam and Greg exchanged wary glances. They hadn’t been dosed up with laxatives like Katie had, but they had both taken something that was making their tummies rather upset, and dinner time was still a long, long ways away. Benji was the first to return to the lodge, and they quickly noticed something. “Hey! Where the heck are our clothes?” That got everyone’s attention - their clothes, which had been hastily discarded during the rush to get dressed in the last event, were nowhere to be seen. “Oh, you won’t be needing those,” Liam clarified, to the confused contestants looking back at him. “When you need different clothes for the challenges tomorrow, you’ll get them!” That left everyone wearing… whatever they were wearing. Greg and Katie at least had something covering their diapers - juvenile shortalls and a bunny romper, respectively - but everyone else didn’t even have something to cover up their padding. Once they had accidents, and it was inevitable that they would, there wouldn’t be any hiding it from each other… or from the camera crew. The awkwardness was palpable as everyone tried to relax. Katie refused to sit down, preferring to stand over in the corner away from everyone else and brood. Sam was pacing as she held a hand over her stomach. Her belly was loudly gurgling as the ‘candy’ she’d taken did its work, but she fought it for an admirably long time. Finally, the athlete announced to the room, “I’m going for a walk.” Heading to the door, she passed by Benji, and spoke quietly enough that nobody else could hear - though the microphones still picked it up. “Meet me outside in five minutes. Don’t tell anyone.” Benji blinked but didn’t otherwise react as Sam left. Greg was chatting with Miranda about what to expect from tomorrow’s games, and Katie was off on her own. Nobody had noticed. After five minutes had passed, they said, “I guess I’ll go check out the beach,” wandering off to go find Sam. Sam hadn’t gone far. She was just sitting on the sand a few hundred yards north of the lodge, far enough away from the tide that water wouldn’t wash up on her and soak into her diaper. “You wanted to talk?” Benji asked, sitting cross-legged next to her. “Yeah, I- ugh,” Sam said. “You and I need to be on a team.” Benji raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “You saw how the voting went,” Sam said. “Miranda and Katie are obviously going to win this if we don’t do something. The two of them got a ton of votes and we can’t compete.” “You got a ton of votes, too,” Benji pointed out, crossing their arms. “It’s really me and Greg who should be working together, by that logic.” “Yeah, but…” Sam groaned. “But, I only got votes because of sympathy points. Miranda’s got some sort of cute-nerd-schtick going on, and Katie shit her pants on camera, scored more points than any of us, and still got a ton of votes.” “Yeah, I noticed that,” Benji said, frowning. “It’s that ‘hot cheerleader’ look she’s got, it has to be. And do you really trust Greg to watch your back?” Sam continued. “He’ll betray you the instant he thinks it’ll give him an edge.” “We don’t even know what the next challenge will be,” Benji said. “How do you propose we ‘team up’?” “We’ll have to play it by- by ear, but I want to watch each other’s backs,” Sam said, stumbling as she fought off another cramp. “Help each other out, wherever we can. If possible, we should try and undercut the others, too - Greg sucks, but he’ll be watching for me to hurt him, and he’s not as dangerous in the long run. If we go after Miranda first, then Katie, then Greg, it’ll just be the two of us in the finals.” Benji made a face. “And what if I don’t want to face you in the finals?” Sam shrugged. “Who would you rather be up against? Greg’s at as athletic… urg…” She blushed, putting a hand over her mouth, and the microphone on her tank top distinctly picked up a gurgling, mucky sound coming from her diaper. A second later, a hiss joined the noises, and she looked away from the camera. “Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” Benji conceded, wrinkling their nose and scooting a couple feet further away. “I can either go up against an athlete like you or Greg, or one of the popular girls.” “Uh… yeah,” Sam said. “Do we have a deal?” Benji nodded. “Deal. Are you going to, uh… use the golden egg you got?” Sam looked down at her diaper, which had visibly yellowed around the crotch, and would no doubt be sagging heavily around the back if she stood. She could get a change immediately if she used the egg she won, but… that would mean giving up an advantage that could come in handy later. “I’m saving it,” Sam said. ... Back inside, Greg wasn’t doing much better in his fight against the drugs, but he was playing it cool, talking right into the nearest camera. “I just want to be totally clear, this is ‘cause of that crap I took after the egg hunt, I…” … Greg: “Ladies, look away.” … Leaning against the counter, he blushed and gave up trying to fight the laxatives that were swimming around in his system. His diaper was already wet, but even through the denim shortalls, the seat clearly bulged out a little. Miranda giggled, putting a hand to her mouth as Greg made a face and stuck out his tongue. “Yee-uck,” Greg said, loudly, still smirking. “Man, I’ve done Mud Runs, but this is ridiculous.” He winked at the camera, playing it cool as he called across the room. “Katie, this is what had you all worked up? Afraid to get your butt dirty?” Katie just blushed deeper. … Diaper changes were, at least, private. By the time dinner rolled around, three stinky butts - and two soggy ones - were all lined up, waiting for their turn to get changed in the private changing room. “I’m going first,” Katie insisted, shoving her way to the front, her bunny ears flopping on her head as she got right up to the door. “Why are you still wearing that?” Greg asked. “They… didn’t give back my tank top,” Katie admitted. “And I’m not going topless for you!” “Yeah, please don’t,” Skip said. “You don’t need more fan appeal,” Sam muttered. Miranda smirked. “I bet she just doesn’t want us to see her diaper.” “UGH!” Katie groaned. “Shut up, twerp!” A light above the door beeped, signalling that the changing station was available for the pre-dinner diaper changes. Katie practically pulled the door off its hinges in her haste to get started. ... Miranda played things tactically. She waited until just before bedtime, loitering out in front of the changing booth. She didn’t exactly have privacy, but... … Miranda: “Of course I don’t like doing this, and I could hold it longer, but… y’know. It’s gonna happen eventually.” Blushing, she bit her lip and looked away from the camera. “I guess this is the best way to do it? Time it so I can get clean right away?” … Walking around the corner so that the other contestants - who were all merely soggy - wouldn’t see, Miranda squatted down and scrunched up her face. “Mm-mph,” she grunted, blushing bright red as her diaper began to sag. After several long moments of effort, her face showed relief, and then her nose scrunched up and she grimaced. Getting up, she waddled sheepishly to the back of the line for a diaper change. … BWAAAAP! An air horn roused the five remaining contestants from their beds, all of whom stumbled, startled, and scrambled to respond to what was happening. Greg, who was enjoying his room to himself now that Art was out of the competition, took a moment to stretch and scratch his butt. His diaper was wet. … Greg: “I mean… was I expected to hold it until morning so I could pee my pants later? I’m thinking strategically.” Tapping his forehead, he said, “Think. Gotta get a full night’s rest if you want to compete, can’t do that with a full night’s bladder.” … Katie had taken off her bunny sleeper to go to bed, citing that it was too warm and denying claims that she was just trying to get topless to be on TV. Despite her best to refute those allegations, though, she wandered out of her shared bedroom without getting dressed first, investigating the airhorn blast topless. Daylight was streaming through the windows, with the earliest light of the morning still suffused with reds and purples of sunrise. Sam shuffled out a moment later, in her tank top. Benji was the next to come out, looking around blearily. Miranda was last, yawning and rubbing her eyes sleepily, her braces glinting slightly in the early morning light. There was a sign propped up by the back door, reading, “Challenge starts at 6:45.” The clock on the wall read 6:40, leaving only a few minutes for everyone to get dressed and ready themselves for whatever challenge came next. Greg had a glass of water and ate a banana in two bites, readying himself for the day. … Greg: “Ideally I’d like some protein, but there’s no time to fry an egg, so I’m making do with what’s on hand.” … Katie eventually got dressed in her bunny pajamas again, and as 6:45 rolled around, they all shuffled out to see what they’d be doing that morning. “Good morning, contestants!” Liam Trickle said, standing in front of a table covered by a sheet. “I hope you’re all well rested and ready for breakfast!” … Greg: “Oh, well. If I’d known that I wouldn’t have eaten.” … Miranda: Yawning, she said, “If you want me to be well rested you can’t wake me up this early. Sometimes I don’t even go to bed this early.” … Liam beamed at the camera. “I’m sure by now, you’re all thinking that you’re too big to be back in diapers - and now’s your chance to prove it. The winner of this preliminary challenge will not only get a major advantage in the main event today, you’ll also be granted access to the crew bathroom for the remainder of the day! That’s right - you don’t have to wear diapers.” … Katie: “You bet your ass I’m going to win this. I am not going to- never mind. I’m winning this.” … “What’s the challenge?” Benji asked, raising their hand. “You said we had to ‘prove it’?” “That’s right,” Liam said. “I’ve got a change of clothes for everyone - very adult clothes, in fact! You all get to put on grown up underwear, pants, and a shirt, and then you’ll be directed to a private booth. All you have to do to prove you’re the most adult contestant on the show is to not pee your pants.” “That’s it?” Katie asked. “Easy!” Greg added. “For how long?” Miranda inquired. Everyone paused, waiting for the response. “You have to avoid peeing your pants longer than anyone else,” Liam said. “The first contestant to go potty in their pants will be penalized in the main event today, but if you hold out the longest before wetting yourself, you get an advantage and your toilet privileges. But if you want to just admit you’re a baby, well, that’s fine too. If you ask to be put back in diapers at any point before losing control, you won’t be penalized, you won’t get any disadvantages, aaaand you won’t get to change that diaper until voting ends for the day. Think hard about this - the second challenge won’t be until the afternoon, so if you give up, you’ll be safe, but you’ll have a soggy butt for a good long while.” Everyone shuffled uncomfortably. It sounded like only one person was going to be having a good outcome from this, no matter how things went. Liam beamed. “And, one more thing - you’ll be having a liquid breakfast.” Pulling back the sheet from the table, he revealed five two-liter baby bottles, all full of a milky white fluid, stacked next to clean, white pants, shirts, and underwear in everyone’s respective sizes. “Milk, to be specific! You’ve got fifteen minutes to get dressed and drink these. After that, you’ll start getting penalized on time - and trust me, you don’t want that.” Before any questions could be asked, another airhorn blasted. BWAAAP! The contestants scrambled into action. Or, well… most of them did. … Benji: “I… already know I’m not going to win this. I had to pee when I woke up, and I was already holding it, so… y’know. If I tried, I’d lose way before anyone else even got close.” … Walking up to Liam, Benji sheepishly tapped him on the shoulder. “I, um. I’d like to concede?” “Admitting you’re a baby so soon?” Liam chuckled. “Alright then, get on over to the changing booth.” “Do I still have to drink the bottle?” Benji asked. Liam nodded. “Self-confessed babies especially need their bottles.” They took the bottle and waddled off to the changing station, avoiding the glances of the other contestants. Greg, meanwhile, looked indecisive. … Greg: “Yeah, so I already drank some. I’m gonna be at a disadvantage. Who cares? Even if I don’t do great I think I can outlast at least one of these chumps, so what’s the worry?” … Walking up, he grabbed his bottle and clothes, rushing off to get changed. Miranda and Katie went next, and Katie shot Miranda a glare as they got up to the table. … Katie: “I’m winning this. It’s not even a question. They’ll let me wear normal panties? I. Am. Winning. This.” … They walked off, Miranda already suckling on her bottle, leaving just Sam, who had a raised eyebrow and was thinking. After a second of hesitation, she ran up, grabbed her bottle and clothes, and shuffled off to get changed. Once all the contestants were dressed in their matching white clothes - all the better for accidents to show up on - they were directed by crew members to a series of half-enclosed booths dotted around the island. Really they were little more than three-walled barriers with cameras set up in front of them and chairs to sit down in. The point was to make sure that the contestants couldn’t see each other, everything else was pretty secondary. Katie sat down in her booth, with a great view of the ocean and nothing to do except finishing her bottle. Greg, Miranda, and Sam all found their own seats and resumed drinking their milk, breakfast of baby champions. Minutes passed. An hour, even - they were all adults, after all, with healthy, functioning bladders. But no amount of potty training could hold things back forever, and before long, the squirming started. Greg was the first to show signs of discomfort, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He’d been given a spot near the runway, and was watching the clouds go by. “Uh, how long has it been?” he asked, glancing at the camera. He didn’t get an answer. … Greg: “It’s been a while, right?” He rubbed at the back of his neck, uncertainly. “Like, it has to have been a couple hours at this point.” … Miranda shifted back and forth in her seat, both hands on her crotch, squeezing down in a desperate attempt to hold everything in. She was whispering to herself, but the mic on her shirt picked it up clearly. “Come on, you can do this, just a little longer…” … Katie sat back, relaxed, seemingly unconcerned. … Sam had stood up, and was pacing in the tiny booth. There wasn’t much room to walk around in, but she took advantage of what room she had, moving around to give herself something to think about. … In the end, it was Miranda who gave in first. Her face turned bright red and she looked at the camera, as though she was hoping it would have suddenly stopped rolling. Pulling her hands away, she looked down, a dot of bright yellow spurting up around the top of her pants’ waistband and trickling down between her legs. Once the floodgates were open, there was no stopping them, and she just had to bury her face in her hands and try to ignore the embarrassment that came with completely soaking her pants on camera, a dark, wet stain visibly running all the way down the legs of the pants. Her eyes watered a little as it stopped, and she glanced back up at the camera. “Um… did… did I win?” … Sam: “Okay, y’know what, I start thinking about this and I realize it’s a bad idea. I can’t risk losing and being screwed over by Greg again, I need to play it safe. I’m fine being in the middle of the pack.” … Waving at the camera, Sam said, “I concede. Give me a diaper already, I’m giving up.” … Greg was next to properly lose. While he was shifting his weight back and forth in his seat, he lost control, and the pattern of pee trickling in his pants formed the same bright yellow stain as Miranda’s. “That had to be, what, four hours?” he said, having been sitting there for about eighty minutes. “I had to have outlasted someone, right?” … Liam went to give Katie the good news. When she saw him approach, she grinned broadly. “Hah!” she laughed, getting to her feet. “I knew it! I outlasted all the others?” “Congratulations!” Liam assured her. “Everyone else either gave up, or had an accident in their pants - Once you pee your pants, you’ll get access to a toilet for the rest of the day, and an advantage in round two!” Katie blinked. “What?” “An advantage in round two,” Liam repeated. “No, you said, ‘once I pee my pants,’” Katie said. “Well, of course.” Liam chuckled. “The objective of the game is to be the last contestant to have an accident. If you never have an accident, you can’t be the last one to do it!” … Katie: “UGH! Are you kidding me?” … Cheeks turning pink, Katie said, “What if I don’t?” “You can always ask for a diaper and concede first place to the next person,” Liam shrugged. “But you can’t hold it forever. One way or another, you’ll lose control at some point.” Katie balled her hands into fists and held her arms straight at her side. “This game is so stupid!” she exclaimed, as she stopped trying to hold it. Pee began to puddle between her legs, forming a wet stain that spread up her pants a little as it grew, all of which was caught very obviously on camera. She didn’t completely give up control, just peeing enough to officially ‘lose’, then cutting it off with a grimace of effort. “There! Fine! Can I go use the toilet now?” “Absolutely,” Liam said. All five remaining contestants ended up back at the lodge. Benji and Sam were both back in a shirt-diaper combo, with redundant wetness indicators showing that they’d both used their padding thoroughly - as though the obvious yellowing wasn’t enough to tell this. Miranda and Greg were a little worse off, with soaked yellow pants that showed off their accidents. Katie was strutting through the room, in a fresh, clean pair of white pants. “Uh-huh. I bet you babies are pretty jealous right about now, right?” Nobody gave her the satisfaction of more than a slight glare. “Well, I’m going to go use the bathroom - have fun peeing your pants!” Katie added, reinforcing her victory as she strutted away. “Blech,” Benji said, once she was gone. “I know, right?” Miranda mumbled. “What a jerk.” “No, I… It’s unrelated,” Benji said, glancing at the nearest camera and blushing. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t think about the fact that I wouldn’t get a diaper change at lunch, when I gave up and conceded.” “What’s wrong?” Benji hesitated, then shook their head. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Sam eyed the two of them from across the room and shook her head, instead waddling over to say something to Greg. … “It’s been a few hours since Katie won the potty training challenge,” Liam said, addressing the five contestants out in front of the playground. As had become standard, there was a table with a sheet behind him, covering up whatever it was that they’d be using for the next contest. “Now, it’s time for you to fight to stick around in today’s main event - A squirt gun fight!” The five of them stared, incredulous. Benji had their hands over their belly, looking a little sick, but the rest of them were just surprised at the main challenge. “You’ll be given eight minutes to squirt each other as much as possible - Scoring will be done by tallying the amount you’ve been hit. If you’re completely clean you’ll get thirty five points, but if you’re completely covered, you’ll get none! Plus, if you don’t land at least one squirt on every other player, you’ll be penalized five points for each of them. Questions?” Miranda held up her hand, waiting until Liam pointed at her before answering. “Um… how will we know who squirted who?” “That’s a great question!” Liam said. “And the answer is simple - your squirt guns won’t be filled with water, they’ll be filled with paint! Your squirt guns are color coded, so we’ll know who hit who by the different colors of paint on you. As long as your paint gets on them, it counts - so feel free to lay traps, spray the ground, handles on ladders, whatever you can think of to get your paint on everyone else.” “I get an advantage, right? ‘Cause you said I’d get an advantage,” Katie sneered. “Then again, beating all these babies should be easy.” “That’s right,” Liam confirmed. “Contestants, come get your weapons!” He pulled back the sheet, revealing the squirt guns that everyone would be using. Katie’s advantage was obvious - There were three classic super-soaker guns with green, orange, and pink paint for Greg, Benji, and Sam, but at the end of the table, filled up with purple paint, was a simply massive gun with ‘Hydro Blaster’ written on the side. And on the other side of the table, with just a little bit of yellow paint inside, was the squirt gun for Miranda - a tiny little squeeze pistol that would barely spurt out a little bit of paint at a few feet. There were also five color-coded sets of goggles, one in each player’s color, next to their gun. Miranda swallowed, and Sam stepped over to Katie, whispering something in her ear. Katie grinned, broadly. “If you need to reload, you can come back here and refill your guns once,” Liam said. “Remember, you have to squirt everyone!” Katie strolled up to take her gun, grinning broadly. … Katie: “Oh yeah. This is already going way better than yesterday.” … Miranda: “Um… so I’m worried.” … Benji: “I don’t really care about the contest, but… um…” Blushing, they looked away from the camera. “I’m so stupid, I shouldn’t have given up in the morning!” … “Ahh, come on,” Benji whispered, as they slowly shuffled up to the table, reaching out for their gun and goggles. “N-no, not now, not…” “You okay?” Miranda asked, stepping up and putting a hand on their back. Leaning forward, Benji shook their head, finally losing control and making a mess in their diaper for the first time. Holding it since yesterday had not worked out in their favor, and now they were losing control at the worst possible time, right at the start of a challenge. They whimpered, pushing away from Miranda and snatching their squirt gun off the table. Running off into the playground wasn’t really an option while they were actively pushing a mess into their diaper, but they tried to waddle away for a bit of privacy. “Uh, gross,” Katie said. “You really couldn’t hold it? I guess I am on an island of babies.” Benji whimpered and their eyes watered a bit with shame and embarrassment, but Miranda stepped between them and Katie. “Hey, you’re one to talk, I could smell you from across the playground yesterday. Jerk.” “Oh, yeah? I had drugs, what’s their excuse?” Katie asked. “And also, you know what else?” “What?” Miranda asked, glaring eye-to-eye with the model. Katie smirked, eyeing the timer that had just started to count down over the playground. “Game just started, bitch.” Lifting her Hydro Blaster, she squeezed the trigger, aiming the nozzle squarely at Miranda’s clean, white shirt. Nothing happened. Miranda laughed. “You’ve got to pump it up, dumbass!” Sticking her own little squirt gun down, she pulled the trigger, spraying yellow paint all over the crotch of Katie’s pants. Then, while Katie hurriedly tried to pump up her own gun in retaliation, Miranda turned, hurrying to- FSSS-FSSS! Two super-soakers kicked off at the same time as Greg and Sam both hosed Miranda down immediately, slathering her in paint all over her shirt. She stopped, surprised at the ambush, and the fact that nobody was targeting anyone else. Before she could put together what was happening, Katie finally got her own gun pumped up and sprayed Miranda from the back, splattering her horribly from the neck down. She even grabbed the waist of Miranda’s diaper and pulled it out, spraying even more paint down the back of her soggy padding just to make sure she was as paint-covered as possible. Miranda stood there, shocked. Nobody else was shooting each other. “B-but… That’s not…” The three of them turned and ran off together, not giving Miranda a chance to retaliate. Benji was standing a few feet back, looking down at their toes, still letting out the occasional grunt as their diaper sagged, more and more heavily between their legs. “Um… I’m sorry,” they said, lifting their own gun and squirting Miranda until the pressure ran out. Miranda stood there, shocked. “But… it’s… we’re supposed to shoot each other and stuff!” “I… I’m sorry,” Benji repeated. “The lowest score gets knocked out. It makes more sense to focus on one person and keep the rest of us safe, but… um. Yeah. It was Sam’s idea.” “Liam?” Miranda turned around, her eyes watering. “That’s cheating, right?” Liam shrugged, not getting involved in the interpersonal drama. “It’s not against the rules.” “But… then…” Tears started running down Miranda’s face. “That’s not fair!” … Benji: “I… couldn’t just watch her cry like that. I know I told Sam I’d go with her plan, but… yeah. It’s just not fair.” … Squirming, Benji stepped up to Miranda, passing over their own gun. “Here.” “What… what’s this?” Miranda asked. “Use my squirt gun,” Benji said, “And go target someone really hard. Spray them with all of my paint and all of your paint. I’ll go hide.” Miranda’s eyes widened as she got it. “If they don’t spray you, they get penalized.” “It might be enough for you to get points,” Benji confirmed. “And I, um… I really don’t want to run around a lot right now.” They looked back over their shoulder at their diaper. Wrinkling her nose, Miranda said, “Um, yeah. Thanks.” “Wait,” Benji said, before she could run off. “Squirt me, just a little. So you don’t get penalized for missing me.” “Right.” Miranda gave Benji the tiniest spritz of paint, then nodded, turning to run off into the playground. She left behind very painty footprints, splotches of color from what she’d been sprayed with. … “That was priceless,” Katie said, laughing with her two coconspirators, as they lightly tagged each other with paint to avoid the penalties. “Did you see the look on her face? I said I’d get her back from yesterday, and I got her back.” Greg smirked. “Getting her in the diaper was funny.” “And now we’re safe for another day,” Sam added. “That’s the important thing.” Greg frowned. “Should we still get each other?” “We should definitely go after Benji,” Katie said. “It’s not like they can run very fast with a poopy diaper on, and we’ll be able to find them super easily. Great target.” “Good call,” Greg said. Sam hesitated, but then nodded. “Yeah. We can hose them down and then we’re going to be super safe.” “Wait.” Greg frowned. “Do you hear something?” None of them had noticed Miranda, fifteen feet above their group, crawling forward to get a good vantage point. She readied, took aim, and then unleashed her two-gun salvo on the unsuspecting trio. Paint splattered down, yellow and orange, droplets hitting everyone in the group. Then, Miranda crouched forward and jumped while they were all still startled- … Miranda: “Yeah, bad idea. I know. I was stupid. You don’t have to bring it up again.” … She landed, but instead of coming down like an athletic predator, she hit her leg weird and came down sideways, screaming in sudden alarm and pain. “Aaah!” she cried. “OW! Ow ow ow!” Everyone hesitated. She was covered in paint so it was hard to see what her injury looked like. “P-please!” Miranda said. Greg crouched next to her, trying to see if her ankle was twisted or sprained beneath all the paint. “Where does it hurt?” “Do- do we need to call a medic or something?” Sam asked, looking at her co-conspirators. “Call help!” Miranda pleaded. … Miranda: Flashing a wicked grin, Miranda said, “Or was it?” … “But not for me!” Miranda grinned, raising her squirt guns and shooting the nearest target, and the one who’d have the hardest time getting up and running away - Greg. With two squirt guns, even if one of them was just a little peashooter, she was able to get him with a ton of paint while Katie fled. Sam, though, stayed put. “Ah!” Greg said, stumbling back and landing on his butt with a ‘crinkle’. There was paint all over his goggles “F[BEEP]! It’s in my mouth, gross! And I can’t see!” “Hey Greg,” Sam said. “Remember what you did with my eggs?” Greg turned around, wiping paint off his goggles just in time to get another facefull of paint from Sam. Miranda didn’t let up either, and between the two of them, they quickly managed to hose him down. Miranda gave Sam a thumbs up, and the athlete turned and ran off into the playground while Greg staggered to his feet, wiping paint away from his goggles for the second time. “You- I’m gonna-” “You’re gonna what?” Miranda asked, sitting on the ground, feeling very satisfied. “I’m already coated in paint. I can’t really get any worse.” “Augh!” ... Katie sniffed, her hydro pump held to her shoulder, emulating the pose of cool, badass hunters from a thousand movies. “They’re close,” she told herself. Especially since Miranda had got the drop on them, Katie wanted to get another target. Plus… Miranda had two guns. That meant Benji was helpless. Benji was hiding in another slide. She knew it. It was the best way to get out of sight, but it wasn’t perfect. In an enclosed space, fumes could travel, and Benji had a very distinct smell giving them away at the moment. Stalking up to a trio of slides, Katie sniffed each one, one at a time. Plastic and static. Plastic and static again. And, on the third sniff - a dirty diaper. “Gotcha,” Katie said, grinning as she raised her squirt gun and just fired it down the slide. She didn’t need to hose Benji down. The paint was pretty thin, and it washed down the slide quickly, running like a river straight towards its target. “Aaugh!” Benji yelped a moment later from deep within the slide, as paint ran down their back. “Hey!” “You deserve it!” Katie called down the slide, before running off to find her own hiding spot. Even if Benji wanted to retaliate, though, they’d given up their squirt gun. All they could do was wait and run out the clock. … BWAAAAP! An air horn sounded, and Liam Trickle stepped forward, raising a bullhorn to speak towards the playground. “Time is up, contestants! Come back and we’ll count up the paint, see who did okay, and find out who’s in serious danger of elimination! If you didn’t get enough paint on your opponents, well, may the voters help you!” TO BE CONTINUED… ... That’s the end of episode two! I had originally planned on doing a thing where the ‘wrapup’ and then Episode 2 were separate parts, but then I realized there was no good reason to do this - I’d just put the voting and wrapup at the start of Part 2. As with the last episode, YOU CAN VOTE on who wins and who stays! Subscribers of my Patreon, Subscribestar, or JuiceBox’s Patreon can vote on their favorite contestants, and hopefully get them enough points to stick around until next episode! - Each vote is one point, and last episode saw some major shakeups from the voting, as this story shows! Watch for Episode Three, coming next month! And here's the fantastic illustration by JuiceBox, of Art's departure! It's Art art!

As always, a very nice chapter. I like that her friends stand by her so well. Looking forward to Wednesday.

I'm going through a Gin and Tonic phase at the moment

I think your going at this the wrong way, leaks happen and even sometimes I miss judge how wet my diaper is and now long it will last. If your wife is willing to get involved diaper checks from her seem more appropriate. In my experience it’s better to get your diaper checked by someone else who can see the entire diaper, including the back to judge how wet it is then to do it your self. Many times I’ve thought I wasn’t that wet only to be told there’s basically no dry padding left, and I’ve also thought I needed to change when I didn’t Until your more skilled in telling when you need to change that is.

I'm sitting here with my partner, and after we read all the responses, I have to admit my response would be "Where Is The Lazy" ? People think it is lazy for us to wear diapers. Now if you actually sit and think about this seriously. We put on a diaper. we dirty the diaper (pee, poop, cum), now we play in the diaper. Still in one swipe here, we have to take off the diaper, clean ourselves, dispose of the diaper, physically wrap it up so we get no excess smell that permeates the air or house. Now imagine the lot of us that wear cloth diapers and plastic pants.. Those of us that actually have to clean the poop out of the diaper, wash the diaper, disinfect the diaper, then dry the diaper... Please explain to me where is the lazy ? I see it as triple the work here. We could have easily been a toilet slave and used the porcelain king. I know many people that love to throw that word (lazy) around like it means something. Many people think diapers is the lazy way I know this, also many people (society) love to judge and bitch and moan and put AB & DL alike in horrible groups. I am lazy,,I could have regular sex, wham, bam and done, but NO !! I want to have diaper sex, me and my partner have to cover the bed with a tarp so we dont stain or ruin our 2,000 dollar mattress, We have diaper sex (very enjoyable), Now there is diaper gel, poop, pee, female ejaculate, sperm, all over the tarp. We cant just get off the bed and run around leaving a mess on the floor. We use towels to wipe our bodies and our feet, and to protect the parkay floors. We have to throw towels in a bag and seperate them from regular laundry. We hose off and bathe. We must remove the tarp and clean it or toss it (I buy tarps wholesale)... Think about it, This is lazy ? In my entire life I have never been called lazy. From the age of seven I cooked, cleaned, went food shopping, cut the grass, did laundry and cleaned and vacuumed the entire house for my parents and I praise my fellow ABDL friends that wear cloth diapers and plastic pants everyday. Those are the diehard people, I cant even write out a list here, because it is way too long. I use disposable, for very special occasions and anniversaries I love cloth diapers and believe me they are still as soft and as fluffy as the day I bought them. I have loved diapers from a young age. I have cleaned all my messes from junior high school, high school, and college. I love you guys and please excuse me for being brutally honest and blunt. I dont come here to hide behind a keyboard, I come here to tell it like it is. So next time someone says diapers are lazy,, LAUGH AT THEM !!! SOCIETY IS WARPED !!!!

Don't be forgetting the "Starchair Enterpoop" from Bloom County!

I second that 100%!???

A rather odd dream from the night before: I was changing my nappy. This wasn’t unusual except that I was about to decommission a Rearz “Alpaca”: a nappy I’ve neither owned nor even sighted close up. I’ve only read about them and seen pictures online. I was trying to make sure my bladder was completely empty before untaping it in order to minimise the chances of dripping on the bathroom floor (this sometimes happens these days) but it seemed I only had a small amount of pee I could void. I waited for the dripping to taper off before removing the Alpaca. I remember feeling that this nappy really didn’t need changing and I might be wasting it. In stark contrast to my usual diet of vanilla, white nappies, the Rearz Alpaca was resplendent in full AB regalia: suitably cartoon-alpaca-themed visual motifs that in real life, would have my beloved phoning the police. Capacious and comfortable (despite never having worn one outside of a dream), upon removing it I was indeed annoyed to see that it indeed really wasn’t very wet (just a smallish yellow patch at the crotch) and could have easily been left in place. I recalled this dream when I awoke the next morning having yet again, drenched my BetterDry in my sleep. Logically I must have been at least damp when I went to bed but after that I could recall nothing further apart from my dream. Perhaps this is a temporary phase but I’m bedwetting nearly every night at the moment which leads to my next weekly update. I think I found our bedroom to be smelling faintly of pee yesterday and I don’t know why. I could hazard a guess I suppose. Although it seems that the bedwetting-fairy is paying a protracted visit, I’ve this week been relatively free from nocturnal nappy leaks (warmer weather = less pee) so it’s a mystery as to why the room should smell. Compounding this mystery is that my beloved passed no comment. Perhaps I was having an olfactory hallucination. The cue to this discovery was warmer weather. We went out for a dinner party on Saturday night. It seems that winter is over here in Queensland even it is only mid-August, it had been 28C that day and by departure evening was still 22C. We’d closed the bedroom door before departing This was to stop our notoriously unhygienic, geriatric cat from indulging her favourite pastime when left in the house unsupervised, sleeping on our pillow, perchance even to regurgitate a semi-digested gecko (they clearly don’t agree with her so why she persists in eating them is another unsolved feline mystery). For some reason, all the bedroom windows were also closed. We returned around midnight. Having changed into a BetterDry at around 6:30pm before departing and in consequence to a day of yard work and warmer weather, I was hardly wet at all upon on my return (despite beer) so I’d decided I didn’t need a nappy change and could deal with it in the morning. Flinging open the bedroom door, our failure to open the windows rewarded us with an overly-warm bedroom with what was (to me at least) a faint but obvious smell of wet nappy. Not strong, just the merest hint of a toddler-in-need-of-maintenance. Swiftly I deployed window opening and the ceiling fan however my beloved (a suitable quantity of champagne having been imbibed), made a bee-line directly for the ensuite, allowing me to change remove my outerwear, compression and plastic pants to replace them with my lined waterproofs and pyjamas over my Better-NotQuiteDry. Within a minute or two, fresh air had apparently erased any evidence but I was left wondering. Was it our bed that smells? Perhaps it was just some inadequately-rinsed plastic pants in my nappy-hamper? Re-investigating the bedroom in the morning yielded no further evidence, even though it seems I had, yet again, wet myself whilst asleep. I had zero recollection of peeing overnight and yet I found myself empty-bladdered with soggy, saggy bum-wear upon arising to make the Sunday morning coffee.

@Enthusi I have found the diapers are a good thing to use especially at night. There are some of us who do not have nighttime continence and therefore would be better off wearing are using diapers as a way to control this. In my case, I have a disability, and as I age it is harder and harder for me to be able to get up and around as easily as I did 20 years ago. I am of the opinion that if a diaper is helpful to an individual, then they should be allowed to wear them and use them as necessary. This way you don’t have to worry about having an accident, You don’t have to run to the bathroom, you don’t have to worry about pulling your pants down or up or whatever you just use the diaper and you’re done and then you change when you get a chance to. Also a diaper will allow you to not worry about that. If you have trouble sleeping like I do sometimes, the problem is that you spend more time in the bathroom trying to go then you do actually sleeping, so you lose a lot of sleep at night. In 2019 I made the decision that I needed some help due to circumstances that I could not control. I was spending more time in the bathroom every night first five or 10 minutes then 30 to 35 minutes then an hour to an hour and a half. Diaper save me: I don’t have to worry anymore colon because the diaper is there and is able to be used. Some people just have trouble trying to stay dry at night. That happens. The problem with today’s society is, that people look down on or try to shame those who have decided to use diapers as a way to deal with their bathroom usage habits. There is nothing wrong with using a diaper whether it is at night or during the day or whatever. If someone wants to wear a diaper to deal with this problem then they are going to be purring fully aware of what they must do every time they have to change, or every time they have to go into the bathroom And change. I wish some of the experts that supposedly discourage the use of good nights are diapers we’re in the shoes of the people who need them because they cannot stay dry. Most of these people have very high college degrees and a lot of experience, but there are kids who cannot stay dry regardless of what they do. This could be caused because of medical reasons or psychological reasons or emotional reasons: how can a doctor Or a professional make blanket decisions based on their belief that someone is not staying dry because they are wearing diapers. I can assure you that if these people had no control at all either number one or number two, they would understand what it means to be incontinent. Professionals are professionals in their fields, but unless you live with The problem, you do not understand what it is or how to deal with it. in my opinion: far too many times people are worried about what others will say believe or think about their use of incontinence products. My thought is, if someone needs to wear incontinence products, or use incontinence products, then they should be using those products if it gives a person a shot at a better life or makes it easier for them to live their life. You only live once: so the most important thing Is to live your life to the fullest. So what if you’re incontinent? There are probably thousands upon thousands of individuals who are in this condition. Iin my estimation, incontinence products do not prolong incontinence: they help you to deal with it. I cannot tell you how many times having a diaper on has made the difference for me. I have lost so much sleep over the last two years because I’ve had to jump up and down up and down all night long because I have to use the bathroom. Once I’m in there, it takes me a half an hour to be able to deal with what I have to deal with, and I lose A lot of sleep. Because I have a mega max on, I can sleep through the night, and if I have to use the diaper I use it. Just because you have a diaper on does not mean that you have lost continence, or that you will continue to lose it. It is simply a way to deal with it. If you have this issue, you understand what that entails and what that means. In my mind I feel better about things because I decided to use diapers. I want to be able to live my life to the fullest, to be able to sleep nights, do not have to worry about that anymore: ever since 2020 began, I have not had to worry about this, because I have made the final decision 24/7 Use. It is far easier do use the diaper and then change it when wet or soiled then it is to worry that you will have an accident in your bed that you have to clean up later. I will say again: diapers do not cause incontinence: they do not prolong incontinence, and they do not discourage anyone. A diaper is a form of underwear nothing more nothing less the difference is that this type of underwear can be used to release number one or number two. Diapers do not discourage anyone from anything. Sometimes I think that these professionals have varying points of view, and some of them may disagree that the use of a diaper is appropriate. Therefore, we should challenge these individuals to try to live their life if they have no to little control over their bladder or bowel’s. If they understand what it means not to have any control at all, then they will understand why people decide that they want to wear diapers to be able to control that. There are other people who wear diapers for other reasons, and I will not debate why someone may or may not want to do this, because we know why we all do it. A diaper is a tool to help you: somebody may think it is a device that is used by a lazy individual but it is not. I am glad I use diapers now because I can sleep and I can also say with unequivocal assuredness that because of that decision my stress level has gone down considerably, because I don’t have to worry if and when I have to use it, because it just happens. Brian

Kelli hummed and cooed as James drank his bottle. When he finished she took the bottle and set it aside. Kelli sat James up and leaned him against her chest. She started patting his chest. ” Does sissy baby have gas?” Kelli cooed.

While Wendy brought everything in, Becky picked up a couple of baby toys and started trying to play with Kayla. ” Look what I have baby girl.” Becky cooed, waving the toys in front of Kayla.

Page 17 “Fine you’re just a cross dresser, but maybe whatever the hell is going on with you is a blessing.” “Maybe it’s a curse?” Dakota said. “Look, we were friends once, I’d like to think we still are friends and I’d like to help you. If you decide not to see a doctor then I’ll run a test again for you in a month or so and see how you are doing, and if you need someone to talk to about it I’m here for you,” Dakota stood up and hugged Alex, “Thank you.” “Wow, the old you never hugged me,” “I’m sorry, I…,” Dakota stammered. “The old you didn’t apologize either, or cry, or really have any feelings.” Dakota laughed and they hugged again. Later that night back at her house Alex sat down at her computer and opened up a file called diary and began to type. I went by Dakota’s and gave him the test results I ran. He swears he is not taking mtf HRT, despite having perfect female hormones. He gave me some bizarre story about having his gender switched in a dream, which sounds like some lame Hentai game or something. I’m honestly worried about him, he’s in some deep denial. I’m going to help him as much as I can. Page 18 Chapter 4 Wednesday May 23rd 2013 Dakota used his key and opened up Amy’s door. “Ohhhh God, ohhhh!,” he heard Amy scream. “Amy are you alright, I’ve tried to call,” Dakota said and took a few more steps into the house. He looked left down the short hall into the open bedroom door and saw Amy bent over the bed, he could barely make out a naked man behind her. “Fuck Dakota, what the fuck are you doing here!” Amy yelled. The guy leaned forward and turned his head, he was muscled and tattooed, “Sup bro,” he said with a smile. Dakota stood there in shock, his chin began to quiver and he knew he was about to burst out in tears. He quickly turned and made for the door. “Wait Dakota,” Amy said. “You think he’d like to get in with us?” the tattooed guy asked. “Shut the fuck up Brad,” Amy shouted as she rolled off the bed and quickly yanked some shorts up her legs. She was pulling a T-shirt over head as she blew through the front door. Dakota was sitting in his car trying to calm his quivering chin and control his emotions.. “Dakota baby, open up.” “Leave me alone,” Dakota said between sobs. “I can’t do that, I’m so sorry,” Amy said, feeling tears on her face. “Why didn’t you just answer the phone, tell you were busy or something,” Dakota said. “I dropped my phone and broke it last night, and, oh I’ve fucked up, I’m so sorry,” “You know… I knew you were fucking around, I mean, you spend so much time going out, and stuff, I really knew, I just thought maybe you weren’t. “It’s just, I really love you, your…” Amy stopped. “I’m like your brother,” Dakota said. “Or sister maybe…” Amy said. Dakota looked up at her and wiped some tears from his eyes. He smiled and said, “I lied, I’m taking hormones, I’m getting a boob job, I might even get my dick snipped off,” he said.

I must say I don’t want to see people wondering around in just big peoples undies and a t-shirt so I’m sure they don’t want to see me in just my diaper and a t-shirt.

Tykables is the only onesie I use, mainly cause the snaps are in the front. Easier to put on, and the snaps don't dig into my thighs. The problem is that they are often sold out, and doesn't really sell them in Europe anymore.

I'm happy you are making onesies that are not all AB. Many of us are just DL and some not even associated with sites like this might be interested, like people with incontinence or special needs who need a shirt that can help support a diaper. My feedback would be to have the snaps forward facing and not in the center of the crotch. They don't have to be around the waist, but it's hard for some people to snap if they are down in the crotch. My Tykables onesie has snaps that are more forward facing and easy for me to snap. The ones I got from Padded Bums are low and much harder for me to snap. I like plain colored onesies, they don't have to have a pattern but having a collar like a golf shirt would be nice instead of just a t-shirt style collar with buttons down the front. Sizes small through XXX Large would be nice for some of us overweight people.

Thank you guys for your kind words. They mean a lot. I am actually the happiest I have been in a long time. I’m glad you liked the story. I probobly will write more on this later but I wanted to have a sort of ending just in case I didn’t and left you guys hanging. I really love this girl (in real life) and I would enjoy writing more on this when my life slows down a bit. Thank you all again for your kind words.

Training with her? You graduating from diapers to training pants?

Agreed. I love my diapers and wear and wet my diapers in public all the time, but under appropriate adult clothing so that I am discreet. I think wearing only a diaper and tee-shirt with no outer clothing crosses the line for exposing the general public to your diapers. If someone were walking around in just underpants or panties I suspect the police would eventually be called. I would advise against this and hope you reconsider both for your own safety and for sensitivity and courteousness to others. I suspect in addition to diapers, you may be or have tendencies for exhibitionism. Be careful, my thoughts and concerns here are being offered to help you avoid problems and are not meant to shame you.

Wow poor Clara now how she gonna convince anyone that she’s not a little baby girl !

@DiaperboyEddie12 No, I have never been told that I am “lazy”. I believe this term is subjective. The reason is because most people believe that adults should not wear diapers. However we all know that there are literally thousands of us or even more worldwide that wear them. We wear them for medical reasons, emotional reasons, the fun, or because we like them. I believe this term was coined when we were younger and a parent would say “How old is she/he?” And then that discussion would probably begin. I don’t believe there’s any laziness involved in any of this. As young children, some of us are able to mature faster and be able to get out of diapers younger than others. Some people however, have trouble with this and remain in diapers longer, and sometimes they are not ready, because of emotional or other types of issues. Some children like my brother Richard, had no choice: he was severely disabled and unable to do anything for himself, so my mom had to take care of him just like he would take care of a baby. He wore diapers because he had to. There is no laziness in this either. As I grow older and wiser I realize that there is no problem with wearing diapers, there is no problem with using diapers, and there is no problem in liking diapers. Yesterday, watched.a video that @zombiegposted about this subject and how she and Mia ling talked about this subject. The video was very compelling and very interesting. After watching this video, I now have more of an understanding of the why, and she does make really good videos with good explanations I would check it out on her Posting under links and announcements. You will gain further insight into their thoughts. Because of this I have learned even more! in my case I was having trouble with accidents, IBS, diverticulitis and other things. Because of my disability, it makes it hard sometimes to be able to get up quickly to go to the bathroom and on several occasions I have almost fallen to the floor. My choice to wear diapers is not based on laziness it is based on being practical, sensible, safe, comfortable and deals with this issue very well. Those that believe wearing diapers or using diapers is being lazy need to take it look at themselves. People wear diapers for whatever reason and the video that I watched yesterday talks a lot about that. NO, wearing diapers does not make you lazy. Sometimes I think that some people believe that you’re lazy because they don’t understand what you go through on a daily basis. They don’t understand that you have to deal with something that is very inconvenient or that you may have feelings about it or whatever: or you have other issues going on. The only one that really knows what is going on and for the reason you wear or use or like is you. If you as an individual decide to tell someone about your need of diapers are use of diapers or liking of diapers, then it will be up to you to decide who to tell and what to tell him how much to tell. It all depends on the individual and how much you trust them. I am glad that I made the choice to go 24/7: It allows me to live my life more fully and then allows me also to not worry about something that happens naturally. I am sure if Eddie were to ask any of the ones he mentions, each of us will tell him a different story, or have differing views. However one of the things that I have learned, is that even if you have to wear diapers or use them or like them life does not end, it continues and you can have fun with diapers you just have to except that you may have to wear them or use them as @Evelyn Dellcerro or @Transfusionelle have taught me, you can live a full life and enjoy yourself and have diapers a part of it so there is no laziness involved in it unless someone believes that you are lazy. These two ladies are not lazy in the least: they are hard-working individuals who work very hard and are successful individuals. Because of their counsel and others on this system. I have grown fond of them and others and understand what and why I feel good or like what I am wearing. Just because you have a diaper on does not mean that you were lazy: just because you have a diaper on and you use it, it does not make you lazy. As they say, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder: laziness is based on what somebody else believes: if you believe that you were lazy, then it may be true but remember that if someone is telling you you are lazy, you are not simply because you are wearing are using a different type of underwear. I mean look at this: eve and Elle Love each other very much and diapers are a part of their life and they are living their life the way they want to: nobody calls them lazy! They are New York tough in New York smart, and they are awesome people they are an example to look up to: don’t let anyone saying that you are lazy because you’re wearing a diaper put you down: the only person who knows the truth is yourself because you live the life every day and know what you were capable of. Good post! Brian

Scene #116 I think Mary’s plan is to keep me always a little miffed and always a lot in love with her. She likes it when I’m twitterpated and conflicted and all squirmy. How weird. She’s weird. That’s what she is. I couldn’t help but notice as she was getting dressed for her work gathering that she was gradually getting hotter in a way that’s different from her everyday hotness. She was wearing a going-out dress. The last time she wore a dress for going out was New Year’s Eve, when we stayed in and just got fancy for the sake of feeling fancy. I was surprised because she was going to go sit on patio and have a dinner with her direct reports, not exactly the office holiday party calling for semi-formal attire. And also maybe not appropriate for the weather even if it was this sleeveless number … and even if it did have that slot doing up her thigh … “Hey Mary,” I said like the innocent lamb I am. “Yeah, Daffy,” she said like the temptress she is, putting on these earnings I bought her once. “Do you think maybe if you sat down on the bed I put my head under that dress of yours for a bit?” See? Innocent as a lamb. That’s me. “That’s a very nice thought, but I gotta get going soon.” “Yeah, but like, until then.” A persistent lamb. “I think we can do something fun when I get home, if you’re still awake.” “You’ll be home by nine. I think I’ll still be up,” I said while rolling my eyes very subtly, not at all like someone who was (1) tired of being talked about like a little girl and (2) was kinda horny, which as you should know by now if a rarity for me. I have a very low sex drive. Um, really. “Then how come when I leave you with Sandy you’re usually asleep when I walk in the door?” “Because she does stuff to me, Mary. Mean things. It’s safer to be asleep.” “Fibber. I know you’re looking forward to seeing her. Should we review the rules for when you’re with someone else?” “See, that’s the type of thing that makes me refer to these little visits as babysitting even when you deny it.” And ‘leave you with Sandy’, like leaving me with a sitter? I notice these things. She thinks she’s so tricky, but I know what she’s up to a good twenty - no, twenty-two percent of the time. “She’s just a friend. You guys can do anything you want.” “Anything I want or anything she wants?” “Anything you want, but remember she has permission to spank.” How could I forget. “And see, I have a lot of friends, Mary, and until you came along none of them had permission to spank me.” “You’re welcome.” Well, yeah. “And,” Mary said with this wolffish grin on her face, “if you do get up to any hijinks, it’s okay if you have an accident.” I could’ve sworn we didn’t live near train tracks but I hear this loud whooshing noise passing from one ear, through my brain and out the other. Did she really just give me permission to pee pants? Because let’s deconstruct that. Firstly, I’m a grown up. If I wanted to pee my pants, I don’t need anyone’s permission. Twosies, I don’t like peeing my pants. I don’t want anyone’s permission. Threesies, I don’t pee my pants. Worst case scenario, I pee in one of Mary’s diapers, which is Very Different In A Way That’s So Important It Deserves To Be Capitalized. Moreover, “(Grumble), I don’t have accidents, and you know it.” “Who made a number three in her panties last week while I was lecturing her about bedtime?” “But you were … You know exactly what you were doing, with your hands in the places doing the things. If anyone had an accident, it was you.” If you shake up your soda and it explodes when you take the cap off, it’s not the soda’s fault! Hmmph! And also, could we please not call that a ‘number three?’ Besides, she gets very proud of herself when that happens, just more proof that it’s her doing and I’m just the soda bottle … or something cooler but I didn’t have time to come up with metaphors in the moment because I was busy fending off assaults against my honor. “I’m just saying that if she needs to take you to task or you two decide to play any of your little games and you can’t hold it, it’s okay.” Don’t think I didn’t notice her choice of phraseology in that twisted sentence, but I knew she meant well (in her keep-Daphne-slightly-off-kilter sorta way). Gone was the wolffish grin and present was the reassuring smile and hand on my shoulder. We’ve had a rule for a very long time that if I’m playing with any of the women Mary has given me permission to play with, which suspiciously mirrors the list of people who are allowed o spank me, I can’t cum. That’s the line we’ve drawn between kinky people have kinky fun and infidelity. This has resulted in a lot of almosts. Some people, like, o, say Sandy as a random for instance, take a certain delight in making me almost. As does Mary. That’s one of her fetishes, though she can never deny me for long. Either she’s too nice or I’m too … skilled. Yep, we’re calling that skilled. “But I don’t wanna do that with anyone but you.” “And you don’t have to. I’m just saying it’s been a long time since one of our friends came over, and if you get a little too excited, it’s okay.” “Well … I won’t. Besides, we’re just going to watch a movie probably and catch up. Sandy isn’t coming over here expecting a play session, is she?” “No, but I know things escalate with you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Ha! That a certain someone’s brattitiude gets her into trouble and things spiral from there.” O, like that ever happens (many, many times that has happened). “Don’t you have a dinner to go to?” “Careful. A case of the grumps isn’t a good way to start out an evening with Sandy.” “I’ll be downstairs looking for a new place to live.” “Hold on a sec.” “What? Mmmm!” Ha! With the kissing and the tongue and the hoyven! She likes me. “Heehee.” “I’ll be down in a sec. I want to talk to Sandy before I leave.” “So you can tell her to be nice to me, right?” “Yep.” “…right?” The doorbell rang, and Mary was closest to the door, which is just as well as I could tell I’d have to wait my turn to get a word in. I managed to get in a, “Hi,” and got a mini wave from Sandy before Mary jumped in. There was a hug and an “It’s been so long yada yada,” before Mary got down to business. “I left a note on the fridge. There’s money for pizza, and you know how to reach me if there’s an emergency.” O yeah, tell me again she’s not a babysitter. And also that it’s not 1998. And can we rewind a moment? “What note?” She thinks I don’t hear things, but I do hear them and just can’t do anything about them. Also, sometimes I don’t hear them, which is very different from not listening and I think more people named Mary need to think hard about that before taking off anyone else’s pants. “I’m sure we’ll have a good time. I’ll see you when you get back,” Sandy, my jailer, said. “And you,” Mary said while giving me a hug hug like she was going away for the weekend, “you be good, and I’ll see you in the morning if you’re asleep when I get home.” Why does she keep saying that? “I’ll still be up. Have fun. You look pretty.” And a kiss! I got a kiss! Never gets old. What I should’ve done is dashed into the kitchen and grabbed that note. I should’ve eaten the darn thing without even reading it. That would’ve been the wise thing to do, but call me sentimental. I stood there and listened to my wife give our friend instructions on how to hang out with me. Yep, definitely not a babysitter. I should’ve said I’d go hang out with Nana for the evening. At least the pseudo-babysitting she does doesn’t include me getting my butt beat, and Sandy, she loves to beat butts at least as much as Mary does. That I enjoy getting my butt beat is only mostly a consolation. “Just the two of us,” Sandy said as she set her backpack down. Of all the times not to have x-ray vision. “Yep, just me and my babysitter.” “I’m not your babysitter. Just a couple friends hanging out.” “That’s what 16-year-old babysitters say to 14-year-olds when their mom doesn’t want to fight over whether she can stay home alone and conveniently arranged a play date, which she’s also too old for.” “Buh-ha! I missed you, kiddo.” The thing about Sandy is she’s an expert at getting my goat. (I wish I were around to see the origin of that phrase.) Let’s start with her being nine years younger than me and calling me kiddo. Let’s move on to it being her idea for Mary to start making me wear pullups. She even gave her the first one! Let’s keep going and discuss the fact that she never spends anytime alone with me, at least in private, but she invents some ridiculous reason to spank me. And it hurts! She’s spanks hard. Mary and I found her at a play party making a man the size of an icebox cry. Not to mention that she scolds like a puritan! Even when she makes up the lamest excuse for me being in trouble, she can make me teary before I’m even over her knee. And also, she’s still in her twenties, and that just pisses me off lately. On the other hand, “I missed you, too. Hug?” “Yes please.” “Oof!” And strong. She’s strong. And apparently starved for affection. “Sandy?” “I really missed you.” “I’m not so special.” “Yes you are. And Mary. Not the same talking to you on Zoom.” “No, it’s really not. Why don’t you go freshen up?” She seemed confused, but only for a moment. “Why? Is there something on that note you don’t want me to see?” Also, she’s strong, like when she’s finished hugging me and holds my wrists in a we’re-friends-but-also-you’re-not-going-anywhere way. “I dunno. I haven’t seen it. But whatever it says is merely a suggestion.” “Let’s go and see what it says then.” “Could we talk about what’s in your bag first,” I asked as she led me to our kitchen. Like, what instruments of degradation did you bring, cuz I’d like to avoid them … probably. Maybe … Depends on what they are. “Later. When did you paint your kitchen?” “Last week. It was Tuesday and I got bored.” I shrugged. True story. The kitchen was blue before Mary even left her office. She was surprised in a good way, which was a relief. If you get in trouble for drawing on the walls (I only did it cuz she thinks it’s cute, dammit!), imagine the possible penalty for painting the whole room. “How industrious of you. You’re welcome to come be bored at my apartment.” “By the way,” I said because it’s a good way to say the thing you’re going say next like it’s casual and not a big deal, “I need to punch you in the nose.” I mean, I don’t wanna be mean about it, so I might as well be honest and let her know it’s coming, and if I’m going to end up in trouble anyway, I may as well earn it. “You ‘need’ to punch me in the nose?” “Yes. But just the once. It would be best if you hold still for it. Maybe we can do it on the couch with you sitting on your hands. I think you’ll flinch. I’d flinch.” “What did I do to deserve being punched on the nose?” I don’t think she was taking me seriously. Story of my life, people not taking me seriously when I’m being serious. “There goes Daphne,” people say, “she seems serious, but she’s not.” Yep, that’s a thing people say. “What did you … what did … you (sound of a steam whistle) and it all started because (cattle stampede) because you just can’t (all the buddle wrap in the world popping at the same time) and in my pants! In my pants (shriek of a bald eagle)! In public with the (caterwauling of alley cats) and (old mall being imploded) and you started it! Your fault!” (sound of the vacuum of space) Wow – I don’t think I ever got sweaty from a rant before. “Feel better to get that off your chest,” she asked me. She was nonplussed. Or at least minimally plussed. Frustrating as heck because when you’re super plussed, the least people around you can do is be somewhat plussed. That’s why technology pisses us off so much – no matter how pissed you are, it is indifferent. Sandy stood there like a 404 error. “Sorta.” “Good, because this note says to help you get into your nighttime diaper.” “(Tornado siren) (rending of steel) (wounded triceratops)!” “Hey,” she said like the T-rex that wounded it, “what happened ‘nice to see you?’ Can that Daffy come back out, because I really wanted to hang out with her tonight.” “ … What else does the note say?” “It says, ‘Appreciate friendship.’” “And what else?” “That’s it.” “Help Daphne into her nighttime diaper and appreciate friendship?” “Mhmm.” “Well, what if I don’t?” I am an agent! I can refuse. What if I don’t want to appreciate friendship? What if I want to disdain friendship and the whole darn institution? What if I don’t want a babysitter? What if I reject Mary’s little aphorism and embrace bitterness and misanthropy? Those are valid choices because they’re my choices! “Then … you don’t.” “I just don’t? You won’t spank me? You won’t go into that bag and come up with some pre-medieval torture device?” Color me skeptical. “Nope. It’s okay if you don’t want to. In fact, if you really don’t want me here, I can go home.” “No … It’s just … Those things seriously complicated my life.” “They’re just a thing. Did they complicate your life, or was it something that was there all the time?” “You … I don’t want to do that either. I have plenty of alone time to think deep dive into my own head.” And by the way, I hate it that she’s so insightful and only twenty-three. It’s just rude. She should respect her elders … or something. Not that I’m an elder. I’m wise, don’t get me wrong, but I’m more of a sage than an elder. “What do you want to do then?” Aww crap. I have to say it. Dammit dammit dammit and crap. It’s easier when they force you, and don’t even start on how that’s contradicting yourself because you already knew that and just have to live with it. “I wanna … If you smile, I really will give you such a punch in the nose … (possum squeaks).” “What?” “I wanna … obey Mary.” “What does Mary want you to do?” “The note.” She didn’t smile at me. She didn’t smirk either. I don’t think we have a word for it when someone tightens their lips and makes a poor-you face, but not in a condescending way. More of an aren’t-you-a-trooper way. “You want help?” “Yes, but only because I refuse to put them on myself.” “Are they in your bedroom?” “There’s some in the living room.” I walked (trudged) into the living room (dank pit) with my friend (instigator of so much stuff) on my heels (the back of my feet). I was halfway into my passive this-is-just-a-thing-happens-to-me mood by the time we got there and I pointed at the basket Mary keeps under the side table. I never see her restock it, and I sure as heccin’ heck don’t do it. It’s either some kind of elf or Mary does it when I’m not around. Or maybe even when I’m asleep, and if that’s the case, it really just proves that she’s the weird one in the relationship. “Huh,” Sandy said as she got down on her knees and got the basket out. I sat down on the floor. “Mary really does treat you like a princess.” “Why? Are the other princesses made to pee in their pants?” “Daffy,” she said like I’m crazy and had been missing the point, “peeing in a diaper is not peeing your pants. It’s peeing in a diaper.” “I don’t even want to hear you justify that.” “If you’re still grumpy, Mary has a pacifier right here.” “And you’re suggesting it would cheer me up to see you use it?” “There’s my bratty little friend. Do you want me to turn around while you get it situated?” “I’m not a little, and how would that work?” “You get it on you, and I’ll tape it up.” “Ew. No thank you. I refuse to put the things on myself. I could be mistaken for acceptance.” Or worse, liking it. Sandy started getting things ready. “Mary does take certain things for granted, doesn’t she?” Well, yeah! But also no, she never takes me for granted. “Like what?” “That she can invite me over and expect that neither of us will have a problem with you being naked. Does this pad go under you?” “Yeah, but I think that’s just for Mary’s benefit. And yeah, I guess she does do that, but she then, I guess she knows us. It’s been a while, but we are still friends and playmates.” Playmates in the kink sense, for clarity. “And she’s so into being a big that she probably didn’t think twice about asking my babysitter to do this.” “I’m not your babysitter.” “O yeah, I forgot that you were just my friend who came over to hang out with me because Mary asked her to and left a note on the fridge and money for pizza. Do you think you’ll stay in town for college or follow your boyfriend to Football State, friend?” “You are this close to the line.” “See, that’s a thing babysitters say.” “And on the other side of that line is a good girl spanking.” “And that’s another … ‘good girl?’” “Mhmm. I can see the only way to adjust your attitude is to be extra special nice to you. Besides, Mary said we should appreciate friendship, and you’re my friend, and I’ve always appreciated your butt.” “Heh. It is kinda nice.” If I do say so myself, which I just did. “Ready? Lift up.” “Cooperation does not imply that I like this,” I reminded her as I lifted my hips up and let her slide down my shorts. I’ll spare you the rest because I know you’re not into that kinda thing. “Comfy,” she asked me. I opted to nod. Once upon a time, this would’ve been mortifying, but it being Sandy and Mary having warped my mind to make this seem almost like normal was interfering with my brain function. “Do you let Mary know if you need to be changed,” she asked me as she handed me my shorts, “or would that also imply that you like this?” I thought that was a smartass thing to say until I sat up and saw that she didn’t mean it that way. “I’ll let you know,” I said. I stood up and put my shorts back on before plopping back onto the couch. “You wanna order dinner and pick out a movie?” “That’s what you wanna do tonight?” “Mhmm. I wanna talk to my friend … and later for that other thing.” “I wanna do that too.” She sat down next to me, and we leaned on each other the way friends do. Friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time. It’s hard to stay mad at friends for very long. “Can I tell you something if you don’t tell Mary I told you,” she asked me. “Mhmm. Promise.” “She likes the diaper stuff because really likes you being her little girl.” “I know.” “And can I tell you something and you promise not to hit me in face?” “You can try.” “I think it’s made the two of you even closer.” “ … Yeah … But I still don’t like them … But I like that they make Mary happy. That’s why I keep doing it.” “Okay.” “Stop sounding skeptical.” “Okay.” “I said quit it.” “Okay.” “Knock it off.” “If you say so … It’s hard being a submissive. You don’t get enough credit for that.” “Darn right. What do you want to order for dinner?”

I have a minority opinion on this topic. my position is that the United States involvement should end when Afghanistan becomes an independent, democratic government which is capable of defending itself. I find it unjust that the US military evacuated so abruptly. This has left our allies with larger targets on their backs: mainly India and Israel. China and Russia are racing to fill the power vacuum which could allow either country to secure a trillion dollars in rare earth metals and in china’s case, expand to belt and road initiative to Kabul. Afghan women will now be forced to serve under sharia law which excludes them from having basic human rights, an inability to access literature or a basic education, and an excluded right to divorce their husbands. In under a week, the United States has given up the fight for peace, justice, and democracy. I’m deeply saddened and mourn the world for what will become of it. I merely want to offer my perspective, not debate until my face turns red.

Chapter 6: Journey to the Cabin Kyle took his mother’s hand as she led him out of the restroom back into the main room of the daycare, she was carrying his colorful baby bag on one shoulder and was carrying his dirty diaper in her other hand. He noticed the strong smell of baby powder and was embarrassed to realize he was contributing to the scent in the air. All things considered he figured it was a much better alternative to the smell he was giving off before. As they entered the main room of Daycare to join Candice and Karly, Karen asked “Hey Candice, did you manage to find the diaper pail? I felt bad tossing this in the regular trash can?” “Oh yah that’s a good call – you could have stunk up that restroom for days. Its right over there next to the changing tables” Candice answered. “Perfect” Karen responded letting go of Kyle’s hand walking swiftly over to the side of the changing tables to dispose of Kyle’s embarrassing mess. It sort of hit Kyle in that moment what he’d done and how childish it made him feel with all the fuss around cleaning him up. Yet without any alternative, he decided to let it go for now and try not to worry too much. I mean that was a fluke accident, he’d wouldn’t find himself in a poopy diaper again – he thought to himself. He noticed Karly was on her knees over by the window looking through the cubbies full of toys. “Mommy look at all this stuffs, I want to play with the dollies! They haves so many!” She pleaded glancing up to Candice with puppy dog eyes. Candice walked over to her and picked her up, “Aww I’m sorry sweetheart you heard Darlene – no playing right now we need to get into our rooms. Don’t worry you’ll be able to come back tomorrow for lots of fun!” She walked Karly over to her stroller to get her settled in her seat as the girl looked over her mother’s shoulder longingly staring at all the toys. Kyle was wandering timidly through the middle of the room, observing the surroundings, and grappling with the fact he may be spending time in this room during their stay at Black Bear this summer. He hoped he wouldn’t be forced to spend his summer playing with dolls – he thought to himself. His eyes began to scan the toys along the window line, he did notice some large lego blocks that at least looked somewhat interesting, Kyle had always loved to build things and models were a hobby of his. As Candice got Karly buckled in and then turned her attention to Karen who’d finished disposing of Kyle’s diaper and was looking at some of the rules titled “POTTY POLICY” which was printed in colorful lettering above the changing table. “How’s your first messy diaper change go Karen? I’m sure that was one serious clean up!” She said in a chuckle. Karen broke her attention from reading to respond “Oh you know it wasn’t so bad, Kyle was extra good for me holding still and listening. It’s not my first, but it’s been a while! You know just like riding a bike!” She laughed. “You’re a trooper!” Candice said in response. She began wheeling Karly toward the exit with Karen following behind her. She noticed Kyle standing by the cubbies looking through the toys and approached him from behind Suddenly Kyle felt a swift pat on his bottom as Candice chimed “Ooo did you find something fun baby? Like a told Karly, its not playtime now – we’re just in here to get you two cleaned up. Don’t worry they’ll be here tomorrow.” She said sweetly. Kyle looked at her and blushed, “I wasn’t really looking, just kind of zoning out” he responded to her nervously. “Aww its okay she said, you don’t have to be embarrassed about wanting to play with toys” she said cheerfully. “I bet you feel a lot better being in a clean diaper now huh?” She added as she patted him again on his diaper. “Uh yah, its ummm a lot better I guess” Kyle said sheepishly. “Aww I’m so glad you’re all fresh and comfy – you don’t want to get a rash” Candice said. Karen chimed in from behind “And you smell a whole lot better too!” Karen said as she approached Kyle and taking his hand. “Now its time we go get our keys, I’m sure our rooms are ready! Let’s go!” Kyle complied and walked holding his mother hand as the 4 of them exited the room. They made their way back to the main lodge area. As the entered, Kyle could see through the glass double doors to the lounge area on the left of the main cabin, it had a sign on it saying, “adults only”. He imagined his sister was having fun socializing in there, probably talking to boys in an attempt to start sizing out her potential for a summer fling. They continued into the grand lobby area by the front desk. The woman behind the counter waived at them “Did we get these two all freshened up? I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding things and enjoyed the facility. We’re very proud of Little Cubs Den – it’s a special place and I hope it met your expectations!” She said cheerfully. Karen responded “Absolutely! Thank you so much for offering to let us in, it was exactly what we needed!” “Well I’m so glad I could help, it seemed the children were definitely in need of new pampers. Your timing is perfect by the way, we just got word your rooms are ready. Darlene has already segmented the luggage and left a few minutes ago to store in your rooms. She’ll be back with the golf cart shortly to take you over to the cabins!” the lady responded. “Oh wonderful! We are really excited to get settled in so we can come back to the dining room for dinner, its still at 5 PM correct?” Karen said. “You are correct tonight is one of my favorites, fresh made chicken pot pies, summer salad, and grilled vegetables. And of course we always have the fun junk food for the kiddies, Chicken fingers, mac n cheese and the like. Just sit tight and don’t wander far. She will come and get y’all soon!” “Alrighty that sounds wonderful! I’ll go grab Kayla from the lounge.” Karen said I response. She turned to Kyle, “Okay honey – I’m going to go get your big sister. Now I want you to wait here patiently and be good for Candice, I’ll be back in a quick minute.” Kyle nodded and blushed “Okay mom, jeez you know I’m not actually a toddler right?” Kyle said in protest of the way she was speaking to him. Karen swiftly shot down his response, speaking in a quiet stern voice “Baby I’ll speak to you how I feel is appropriate, pretty sure I just changed your messy diaper, so I suggest you just go with the flow here okay and you know the rules – you need to listen. Next time there is back talking, we’ll be assessing punishments, okay?” Kyle looked at the floor and nodded his head. “That’s a good boy” Karen said “now I want you to hold onto the stroller so you don’t wander off, Candice will keep an eye on you, I’ll be back” she added as she walked away toward the lounge. Kyle shifted awkwardly back and forth as he waited in the room – feeling his fresh padding between his legs. He was more aware of his current state of appearance as he did his best to be invisible. No doubt he caught a couple glances from guests as they walked through the lobby, but no unusual stares – it seemed people may have been mistaking him for a larger child, however he couldn’t be sure. All of sudden his train of thought was broken as heard Darlene’s voice in the distance. “Well there is my favorite little family! Y’all ready to go!” she said as she approached them in the middle of the lobby. Candice responded as Kyle tried desperately to not make eye contact. “Oh yes! Karen will be back in a few seconds with Kayla, they’re in the lounge. Thank you again for helping us earlier – these two were in desperate need.” She said cheerfully. “Oh no problem at all! We can’t have kidos hanging out in messy diapers all day, I’m always happy to help out a little one in need!” she said playfully. Darlene then turned to Kyle who was still looking at the floor. She crouched down to say hello “Aww you’re a shy one isn’t you.” She said to him in a sing song voice. “Well cheer up – you’re gonna have the best summer ever! I promise you’re going to love kids camp and little cubs” she said sweetly. Kyle forced a smile, wanting to appease the girl “I, I’m just sleepy is all” he said to excuse his sluggish demeanor. “aww that’s okay buddy, I’m sure you had a long day. Don’t worry you’ll be all cozy in your room here soon.” She added as she stood back up ruffled Kyle’s hair. It was then that she noticed Kyle had two wristbands on – a blue teen band and the familiar little cubs rainbow band. She obviously knew all of the 5 wrist bands at the park. There was: - The rainbow band, which signaled they guest was required to be under adult supervision while on the grounds at all times and were restricted to little cubs activities, but more specifically that band meant the camper wasn’t potty trained. - The orange band was for campers 2 to 7, which meant they needed to be supervised and were restricted to Little Cubs activities but they were fully potty trained. - The yellow band was for campers 8-12 , which essentially meant they were allowed at the sports courts and on the general grounds on their own but still needed adult supervision at the pools and for water sports. - The blue band, which meant the camper was between the ages of 13 and 20 – which qualified them for sleepover camping, horseback riding, water sports, team sports and all the various activites they had on the grounds for teenagers. They were not required to be under supervision outside of water sports and stable games. - And lastly the Green Band which was for 21+ adults. She was a bit confused by this and her initial confusion with Kyle was somewhat explained. She’d thought the boy might have been 5 or 6 based on his outfit but thought he was more the size of an 8- or 9-year-old. She couldn’t believe this boy was a teenager and was even further flabbergasted by the fact that he still was not potty trained. She wasn’t one to judge and, in her experience, knew all kids grew up at a different pace, but this seemed very unusual. In that moment though – she was extremely sympathetic for the boy and was determined to make sure he was protected from any ridicule or any uncomfortable situations. She had some ideas and thought she bring them up to Karen when time permitted. Kayla and Karen approached the group from behind. “Okay - we’re here and ready to go, I think we’re all excited to see the inside of our rooms and unpack!” She said excitedly. “Oh yah that is for sure, we’ve got a lot of work to do before dinner - two littles one always require a whole lot of luggage!” Candice said echoing Karen’s sentiment. “I’ll say - it took me quite a while to get all your bags settled, hard part is done though - y”all just need to put everything away and get these tykes ready for dinner.” Darlene chimed in. “Now if you will please follow me, your chariot awaits. Miss - you can just leave this ones stroller here in the lobby over by the side of the door, I’ll swing back and get it with my luggage cart”. she said as she then waived them along to follow her out to the golf cart. As they began to follow Darlene out to the golf cart, Kayla came up behind Kyle, “heya little bro - feeling better?” She said positively. Kyle looked up at his sister with a half smile, “ummm yah definitely, just want to get in the room now so I can relax, all this public exposure has… has all been a lot” he answered sincerely. “Awww I”m that’s alright little dude, well here hold my hand and we can sit in the cart together, I”ll protect you” she said to encourage him. He hesitantly took his sister’s hand, not enthused by her insistence in talking to him like he was a 4-year-old. Still, as much as Kyle resented some of his sister’s success, she still was one of his favorite people and he was relieved that she was going to be there with him through this strange and somewhat torturous experiment his mother and Candice were putting him through. He continued to be lead by his sister through the lobby toward the large 3 row golf cart at the main lodge entrance. “Middle seat!” Kayla called out as she darted toward the cart dragging Kyle behind her, he struggled to keep up, due to his forced waddle caused his extra padding, which is was still getting used to. They all piled into the cart, with Karen taking the front seat and Candice in the back row settling Karly into her arms on her lap. Darlene turned on the engine announcing, “okay team, we all settled!” The three women all answered back “you bet!” “Well alrighty then, hold on tight, here we go!” She said as she took off away from the main lodge. They meandered down the main road for a few seconds and then veered left off onto the cart path which lead to the family cabins. Kyle was surprised since they were usually in a different location, this was a lot closer to the sport courts and water. As they went down the tree lined road, Kyle was preoccupied trying to take account of his surroundings. While he was familiar with Black Bear, he hadn’t stayed on this side of the compound since he was a baby; typically his parents get a junior cabin, which is just 2 beds, where he would share a room with Kayla. As they were moving along they hit a clearance in the tree line, exposing a large grassy field, about half the size of a football field that lead all the way to the shoreline. Kyle now had some familiarity with where they were. He saw a few people playing volleyball by the water and a couple of older kids playing soccer. Then he noticed a large colorful tarp waving up in the air with small children running around and probably 5 staff members accompanying the roughly 15 or 20 kids. Kyle was unsure of what it was so, he thought to make some conversation he’d ask Darlene. “Hey Darlene, what’s that?” Kyle asked cautiously pointing with his free hand to the children playing. “Oh they’re playing parachute buddy! It’s soooo fun. We do it every other day. Does it look fun?” Kyle responded timidly ‘uh I don’t know, just wasn’t sure what it was.” “Awww well everyone loves that one, we’ll be sure to show you how to play. It’s typically a Little Cubs activity - we’ll make sure you get to try it out!” Darlene said assuredly. Darlene was still a bit unsure what Kyle’s situation was and she had some thoughts she wanted to make sure she shared with Karen later on. Kyle blushed, as realized how silly he must of sounded, being excited for the game reserved for the babies. He was also hit with the realization, that he was in fact not only going to be enrolled at kids camp, but he was actually going to be… at least partially… forced to be a part of little cubs, a glorified daycare. He just hoped he’d be spared from being teased albeit he didn’t see how that would be possible. They kept going along the cart path for a little while longer until the began to slow down approaching a beautiful cherrywood log cottage. “Alrighty gang, here we are at Cabin number 23 – this is the deluxe one which I believe is for the Connors. Oh and don’t worry Candice, you and Karly are in number 25 – its just around the corner!” Darlene said as the pulled up to the front of the cabin. “Oh its just splendid. Can’t wait to get inside and look around!” Karen said excitedly as she started to exit the golf cart. She then turned to Darlene and slipped her a $20 tip saying, “thank you so much for taking such good care of us Darlene, you’re a real pro.” Darlene thanked her and responded, “no problem mam, its my pleasure.” She then added “Hey after I drop off Candice and take care of a few other guests, would you mind if I swung by here in 20 minutes to chat with you about Kids Camp?” she said quietly so Kyle wouldn’t here. Karen was a bit surprised but welcomed the discussion “No problem! Just knock on the door and we can catch up” Kayla and Kyle hopped out of the golf cart as there mother was tipping Darlene, both excited to see their new home for the next three weeks. “Alrighty you little stinker – I’ll race you to the front door!” Kayla said to Kyle. Kyle was happy to be challenged to something for first time this trip, responding quickly “You’re on!” as he sprinted (or waddled) as fast as he could toward the front steps of the cabin. Kayla with her long stride and being a natural athlete, quickly ran after him, pacing in front of him after a few quick steps. Kyle stumbled as he began up the steps, his stride throttled by the thickness of his diaper, he miscalculated the height of the last step catching the top of his shoe on the lip and falling hard forward tumbling down hitting the floor of the patio with a large thud. His sister stopped and turned around after she reached the locked door, to see her brother on the floor. She quickly bent down to pick him up and assess if he was hurt “Oh little bro, are you okay!” she said worriedly. Kyle was beyond embarrassed to have fallen so hard. He’d luckily broken his fall with his hands and elbows. As he began to try to get up he felt the stinging abrasions on the inside of his palms and could see his elbow was a bit scratched. “Owwwwweeeee ugh” he murmured as he let his sister help him to his feet. Karen has heard the commotion and was swiftly walking toward her children “Kayla you need to be more careful with your brother! He could of gotten really hurt!” Karen said to her daughter, not all pleased. “Honey are you okay? Do you have a booboo?” She said as she turned to Kyle. He responded, “its okay mom, we were just having fun, I think I’m okay just a little scratched.” “Well I’m glad it wasn’t too bad but let’s go put some Neosporin on it to be safe, I have some in your diaper bag.” Karen said as she took Kyle by the hand and with her other went to go unlock the front door to the cabin. Kyle winced once again at the word diaper bag and was curious to find out what other embarrassing situations awaited him. Chapter 7: Deluxe Family Cabin They entered the cabin quickly, with Karen dragging Kyle to the bathroom to the common bathroom to attend to his injury. As she was taking care of Kyle, Kayla took the opportunity to glance around the cabin. It was a large main room with a couch table, chairs and big fireplace. Beyond this was a wet bar, mini fridge, and a high-top dining table. She noticed around the table were 4 high top chairs with tall arm rests. As she went around the wet bar to check out the mini fridge, she noticed a large plastic U shaped tray. She picked it up to examine it and then only realized after that behind it was a booster seat. She realized that this was an attachment to transform one of the dining chairs into a highchair. Playing around, she grabbed it, walked over the dining table and fitted it onto the chair. No doubt this would easily accommodate Kyle. She left it on to see if him or his mother would notice. “Alrighty now you’re all okay baby, let’s get unpacked!” Kayle heard his mom say as she washed her hands exiting the bathroom. “Hey guys! Look what I found!” Kayla said as she presented the high chair to her mom and brother! Karen was delighted and a bit surprised by the site “Oh wow I didn’t know it came with one of those, well that will make breakfast time a bit more fun!” she said gleefully. Kyle was not at all enthused by this and quickly protested “Mom I don’t actually have to sit in that do I? I’m not a real baby!” he said frustratedly. “Well let’s see how the first few days go, but I think in the beginning it’ll be fun to try it out. Can you do that for me baby?” she said sweetly. “whatever I guess, just as long as its not for the whole time.” He said begrudgingly. “that’s my sweet boy” she said. “Now let’s get everyone in there rooms. Kayla I trust you can unpack yourself – your room is over by the door on the right. I’m over here in the back right and your brother is right over here in the back left. “Definitely mom! You take care of Kyle and I’ll get all situated” Kayla responded while grabbing her bag from the large pile of luggage on the floor and heading to her room. “Okie dokie, well now Kyle let’s go explore your little room” she said excitedly. She went to grab his large mickey mouse luggage, along with his Hilda bag and lead him by the hand to the back of the room. He noticed on the outside of his door was a picture of a sleeping baby bear, tucked into bed with a half crescent moon above its head, it screamed nursery and he was now very nervous to see what awaited him on the other side of the door. His mother opened the room leading him inside, saying “Okie dokie cutie, this is your special room for the next few weeks.” Kyle was taken back by what he saw. There was no doubt that this was in fact a nursery. The first thing he noticed was the twin sized toddler daybed in the left corner of the room. The bed was painted white with large sides across the head, foot and side closest to the wall. It was about 3 ft off the ground and the bottom was covered by a dressing, he suspected there was perhaps a trundle underneath. To top things off, hung from the ceiling was a forest themed mobile, with little trees, stars and a moon that seemed to be spinning freely above the bed. As he walked deeper into the room toward the back, he saw he had his own bathroom in the far right hand corner toward the back of the room. It was then that he noticed, on the wall opposite to the bed toward the door was a long dresser with a flush padded top. Then his eyes glanced to the open cubbies underneath the top where he saw diapers, powder and baby wipes. It was then he realized this was a changing table. He then noticed how babyish the décor was. The walls were a pastel blue with cartoon forest animals lining the moldings. There was a large white rocking chair in the right hand corner of the room by the door. The large centerpiece carpet patterned with little roads in the forest, that was clearly a playmat for children. Even the art on the walls was all baby themed, one dawning a sleeping baby bear cub, another of a baby deer with her mother and one of a stork holding a baby which was above the changing table. He was speechless in that moment, but his mother broker his silence “This is so amazing, even better than how they described it. I hope you like it baby, I know it’s going to take some getting used to but it’s for the best.” Karen said to Kyle encouragingly. Kyle in an effort to be a good sport and not create any tension, just responded saying “uh yah mom, its pretty nice a bit much but seems comfortable enough” he said with a smile. “Aww I’m glad you like it sweetie! We’re going to have lots of fun in here. Now speaking of fun – let’s get you something out of your bag to play with while I get everything unpacked, you just take a little seat on the floor for me!” Kyle without thinking of anything else, sat down on the floor. He felt so small in that moment as his Mother was racing around his room beginning to organize and unpack his bag. “Well here we are, this will be fun for you. Why don’t you check this out!” Karen said as she went to hand him a cloth bag that sounded like something plastic was shaking around on the inside. “Uh okay, thanks mom” Kyle said taking the bag. He realized the side of the bag said toys on it. As he opened it up he was disappointed to see that he was provided with an assortment of plastic trucks, large hot wheel cars, some mega blocks, and a few small stuffed animals. Not wanting to just sit there in that moment, he took out all of toys and began to organize them in a formation on the floor. He quickly found himself moving the truck around, trying to find the right spot for it. The floor mat in his room, was actually designed for this type of play and Kyle began to get distracted, organizing his little city out on the play mat losing track of the time as his mother continued to run around organizing the house. After zoning out for a moment, he suddenly heard his mother come back from being in the kitchen a moment “Awww is someone having fun?” she asked candidly. “Uhhh yah kinda I guess, I’m just trying to place these in the right areas.” Kyle said abashedly. “Aww well I’m sure there will be more time for that soon. I’ve got you all put away, now I need to do a few of my things and get ready for dinner. You’ve had a very long day, so I want you to lay down for a little while okay.” Kyle’s mother said with her hands on her hips staring down at Kyle with a smiling face. “Doesn’t a little rest sound good honey” She asked “Ummm I’m not that sleepy mom, can I just watch my Amazon Fire for a little while you organize.” Kyle pleaded. “You’ve watched that all day cutie, I want you to get up in bed here and close your eyes for me. Its just a quick 30-minute nap before dinner okay. Kayla is in the shower and there is no one to watch you right now.” “Alright I guess I could use a bit of rest.” Kyle finally agreed. “That’s my boy” Karen said as she grabbed both of Kyle’s hands helping him off the ground and leaded him over the side of his new bed. She sat him down, removed his shoes and then undid the straps of his short-alls. “We’ll just let you nap in your diaper and your t-shirt right now.” She said in a sing song voice as she removed his short-alls and gave him a little tap on his nose. She then guided him to lay down on the bed and then moved across the room to grab something from the table across the room. She returned holding his bear, a blanket and something else in her hand “Okay my sweetheart, its naptime – so you be a good boy and go sleepy for me.” She fluffed out the blanket over Kyle and then handed him his little bear which he accepted as she tucked it into his arms. Then to Kyle’s dismay, she sat down on the side of the bed and presented him with a baby bottle of milk, “Now honey we’ve still got some rules we need to go over, one of them that is supposed to be a big part of this is routine. You will be taking a bottle whenever you go sleepy. I wanted to get you used to this. I only filled this one about halfway, but I want you to finish this for me okay?” Karen said to him in a sweet but serious tone. “aww mom do I have to?” Kyle said pleading with his mother as if this was a step to far. “Yes darling you have to, now I better see this all gone when I come get you up in a half hour – am I clear cutie?” “Yes mom” Kyle said. “That a good boy” Karen responded as she took the bottle and guided it into Kyle’s mouth. “There you go baby, now drink up.” Karen waited for a moment holding the bottle in his mouth waiting for him to begin sucking at the sweet milk. Kyle reluctantly complied with his mother and started to nurse at the bottle, with his face getting flush at the thought of his embarrassing situation. “Alrighty baby you hold on to this tight okay and don’t stop sucking on it until you finish it all up for mommy.” Karen said as she guided his hand to the bottle and gave him a kiss on the check. As she stood up, she reached down to the side of the bed, flipped over a cover, and then lifted up a side rail that Kyle hadn’t seen before. It went up about three feet and transformed the already childish bed into essentially a crib. Kyle was not pleased but didn’t dare take the bottle out of his mouth to protect, he know it would result in a major punishment. Kyle’s mother leaned over the side of the rail looking down at her baby “Now there is two-way monitor from this room to my room, if you need me, you just say so and I’ll be in here before you know it okay sweetheart.” Kyle just nodded at his mother, absolutely paralyzed by embarrassment, and sat there bewildered by how he ended up in this situation. His mother left the room and flipped on the nursery chime which began to hum gentle lullaby music, she then turned off the lights and left the room saying, “rest well little one, I’ll come get you in just a little bit”. as she shut the door. Kyle was left to his own devices, staring at the mobile spinning above and sucking his bottle obediently. To his surprise, the rhythm of everything and the long day got the best of him, causing him to drift off to sleep. Karen was very satisfied with how things were going. Kyle seemed to be taking to his treatment rather well and everyone had been so supportive so far. They’d basically made it up to the resort with only one extreme mishap, which although a big one – she figured it was a part of the whole experience of being and his treatment, so she was not actually surprised. She figured the laxative in his breakfast was a bit of an extreme step, but she was trusting Candice and knew it was a part of getting Kyle to understand, he was not in control in this moment and that was okay. That messing up was okay and sometimes you just can’t help it. She continued to ponder her thoughts and layout some different outfits as she heard a knock on their front door. She quickly went out to greet her visitor and saw that it was Darlene, she totally forgot she was going to come by to talk. She opened the door to welcome her. “Hey there Darlene! I totally spaced that you were coming by, what was it you wanted to talk about?” Karen asked as she greeted her. “Oh you know I just wanted to go over a few things about kids camp, would you mind if we talked outside for a few minutes?” Darlene said a bit timidly but in her usual cheerful tone. “No problem.” Karen said. She was a bit nervous but relieved in the same way, she didn’t know exactly what to expect for Kyle and wanted him to have the best experience possible. They went outside and sat on the front patio bench. Darlene began “So Mrs. Connors just to explain - myself, a lovely girl named Candy and then Mrs. Butterfeld are the main leaders for Little Cubs, which is the under 7 category of kids camp, I run the inside time with Mrs. Butterfeld most days, except today since they had extended outdoor hours.” Karen nodded as she let Darlene continue. “So anyway – I’m pretty experienced with the whole thing and I wanted to chat with you about Kyle to make sure we can get him the best experience possible. You see I saw he had the blue wrist band and the rainbow wristband on today. Honestly, I didn’t even need to see the rainbow wristband, as his diaper was rather obvious when you arrived, and I could tell he had a messy accident earlier…” Karen nodded and was a bit perturbed by her comment but not at all surprised. Darlene went on “I totally am probably stepping outside the lines here but I just want to help make this work. Is it okay if I ask - is Kyle in diapers 24/7?” she asked nervously. Karen nodded her head and responded with a smile, “well you know he has just been having a tough time with the potty lately. Honestly, I don’t know where it came from but the past few weeks we’ve had so many accidents, it was time we did something about it. So I had to put him on a potty training regiment. He is doing okay but as you could see today – he had a pretty serious accident on the way up here.” she said calmly and then continued. “In fact his current program isn’t too far off from what I saw y’all do at Little Cubs. Outside of sleepy time and long trips – he is going to be wearing pull ups. He needs to tell someone when he needs to go and they’ll take him to mark his progress. If he has an accident, he has to go back to diapers for the rest of the day. He’s been on it for a few weeks and I wish I could say he was making more progress.” Karen said. She knew she was fibbing a little about the length of his issues but she didn’t want it to seem like this all happened today. Darlene looked at her with attention nodding her head saying “I see – well bless your heart for your patience. So from what I’m hearing he has been having a lot of accidents? Is he good about letting you know when he needs a new diaper or pull up? Does he ever change his own pull ups or diaper? I just want to understand better…” Darlene said nervously. At this moment, Karen felt she needed to give Darlene a bit more to work with, so she spun the situation the best she could “Well to go further, mentally Kyle is a 100% with it, he is a very smart boy when he puts his mind to things but he has a knack for losing attention. Emotionally, socially and in many ways physically however – he has been a very very late bloomer. In recent months, along with the potty problems. He’s been, well to put it bluntly – showing numerous signs of regression.” Darlene listened attentively as Karen continued “to answer your question, he is not the best at owning up to his accidents and we’ve found that if he is left to his own devices with his padding, we end up with wet and messy pants. That is why I ended up going with a program that was more suited for… well a toddler than a teenager. As things have gone on, Kyle has seemed to become attached to some other regressive behavior and unfortunately yes – he has been having more accidents and been in diapers more frequently the past week or so.” Karen said as she continued to go on. “My friend Candice is a renowned children’s psychologist and my colleague at Dartmouth. She’s been working on a study recently and experimental therapy that she felt would be positive for Kyle. Both from a practical standpoint since he was having potty issues and also from psychological standpoint.” Karen then went on to explain to Darlene the theory behind the treatment and how Kyle’s been responding positively to things the past few days. She didn’t want to divulge that they had just launched this plan. Darlene seemed to grasp her thoughts and was actually really engaged by the discussion and the idea in general. “I know it may all seem a bit odd, but we think it is really the best thing for Kyle” Karen added as she waited for Darlene to respond. “You know Mrs. Connors, I’m really impressed and just touched by how dedicated of a parent you are. Not every mom is willing to go the distance like this and show so much love. Well I’ll tell you what – I’m 100% with you guys on this and will do everything I can to make sure Kyle has the absolute best little baby summer ever!” Darlene said. “aww Darlene that really makes me feel good, I’m so happy somone at Kids Camp is going to be there to look out for Kyle.” Karen said appreciatively. Darlene then said, “So okay, now that we’ve talked and I understand - here is my suggestion. Look I just don’t want Kyle to get teased any more than he might already. I’ll put a stop to any of it the best I can but you know how kids are. To further avoid this, I really don’t think he should be jumping between groups. At least for the first week, I think we should just keep him in little cubs where he is going to be safe. If he is doing good with the potty, then perhaps we can give him a blue wristband and get him in the other activity groups. From everything you told me, it just seems like Little Cubs makes the most sense and we should be able to accommodate him better there. I just don’t want to see him crying on the soccer field with wet pants is all.” Karen nodded her head saying “Darlene that does make a lot of sense. Let me talk to Kyle about it tomorrow. I think you’re right but I need to think about it and let Kyle make a choice on this as well. We’ll see how things evolve tomorrow and go from there. I just feel so much better that you’re aware of my little boys issues and are willing to help take care of him. Thank you so much for coming by to talk.” “Oh of course and that sounds like an awesome plan. Well we look forward to seeing the kidos tomorrow! Feel free to come by the center in the morning if you want to chat before and get him all situated! See you soon!” Darlene answered as she gave Karen a quick hug and skipped off toward her golf cart. Karen walked slowly back in the cabin. She felt a little bad about bending the truth in different direction during their discussion, but she decided she was more honest than not with her. She was so happy that Darlene was on board. Now she just needed to figure out if Kyle was going to be willing to give up all his big boy privileges – that would be a big step and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to convince him on day one. She decided she chat with him about it during bath time but right now she needed to get her little boy up and ready for din din. To Be Continued.

I love a great poogasm ! And many people will not understand how the pleasure a good solid poop feels to me. From the age of 13 pooping in a diaper has been an orgasm to me. If I pooped in my panties, if I pooped in my diaper, even if I pooped on a toilet the poop exiting my anus is what makes me orgasm. I dont even have to touch myself unless I want a multi orgasm. Like this friday, I left work and pooped my diaper as I was looking into my trunk. While holding on th the edge of the trunk I orgasmed. I waited a minute to get my bearings and then sat down and squished the poop and drove home. I got home and my partner was in the basement waiting for me. My partner hugged me and grabbed me and squished my diaper more and we made love right on the basement floor under three showerheads pounding our bodies. My partner hosed me off and cleaned me up and wrapped a towel around me and we went upstairs. My partner had made lunch and we relaxed with a good lunch and went to bed for a 3 hour nap all cuddled up. I have never, ever lost interest in pooping my diaper, and I dont ever think I will. It has been a very long journey for me. There are still many that dont have partners or have never told their their partner about their diapers. I cant help but love my partner more and more. My partner poops a diaper and we will have a good few hours of fun together. There is never a time we dont enjoy our diapers. Many times we poop our diapers together and sleep and cuddle for hours on the weekend together enjoying our diapers. I dont think a climax stops me from having a good time at all. We can climax and still have more diaper fun.

Chickie nuggies and I'm absolutely going to play with the toy first.

Hello there, readers! I am so excited to bring to you chapter 3! This story is just so much fun to think up and build on! Once again, I gotta thank IronTiger for their contributions! And, of course, I gotta thank you, the readers, for taking the time to give my story a read. I hope you enjoy it! A Mother's Love (Chapter 3) by Panther Cub "Breaking news out of Chicago," said the snow leopardess news anchor, Tabitha Tundra, sitting behind the news desk just before the live video footage was shown. "A number of high ranking officials have recently been indicted in the disappearance of Chief of Police, Dante Christoph, and the assault and disappearance of Detective Rebecca Alvarez. While charges will also include racketeering, this breaking story of corruption and conspiracy gets even stranger, as all those involved apparently were involved with a cult. Before her sudden disappearance, Detective Alvarez obtained a number of incriminating documents and even video depicting the ritualistic sacrifice of the Chief of Police, and emailed all of it to the press." The live video feed was showing many different people, human and anthro alike, being led out of City Hall in cuffs. Some looked nervous and outright terrified, while others appeared to be calm and collected, a few even sporting confident smirks. "Stacy Miller is on the scene." The image briefly switched to a red panda woman in a red pantsuit, before the camera swung back to the nearby marching line of arrested individuals. "You have no idea what you're doing," Judge Hawthorne said, a rotund old caucasian human man in a navy blue suit with matching tie said to the officers leading him down the steps. "We are protected." "Please tell me that you got that on camera!" the voice of Stacy was barely audible, but it was there, as well as her clear tone of excitement. "We have Mother's favor!" This was screamed by the Assistant District Attorney, a twenty-something eagle-lady, thrashing against her captors. "And she shall make you all pay!" The camera then started shaking and there were shouting voices and a few screams, before the camera swung onto the street. Standing there stood Mother, three times as tall as the tallest person nearby. Some of the prisoners started to blubber, while others cheered, a few falling to their knees. "Mother!" Judge Hawthorne confidently strode forward. "We ask that you punish these heathens for daring to defy us and, therefore, YOUR will!" The pink entity, that appeared as a different anthro species to different individuals, glared down at the disgraced judge, whose smirk began to falter. "You dare ask ME for a favor after what you have done?!" she said, her voice, while loud enough to carry, was composed and sounded stern and very displeased. "And you dare to call others heathens after you have perverted my message and my love?! I am VERY displeased with you, Terrance! In ALL of you who participated in harming my children!" Hawthorne, now bereft of any of his previous swagger, stood looking at the giant pink rat (in his eyes at least) in the soft white sweater and jeans, who stood there with her arms crossed. "B-but, we were following the ritual!" "You followed a LIE! At no point is ANYONE to be ritualistically sacrificed in my name! And now, having shown yourselves for what you truly are, the time for your punishment has come!" Hawthorne, and more than a few of his fellow arrested cultists, looked around at the officers, some of whom were still staring in awe at the appearance of a literal goddess, while a few had their guns drawn. Hawthorne opened his mouth to speak, but instead let out a squeak. He doubled over in apparent pain, as his fellow cultists also did the same, some letting out shrieks. They all began to shrink, their clothes quickly pooling around them, growing younger, while the human ones started also growing fur or feathers or scales. Soon, there were around fifteen screaming and crying infants, none old enough to walk or, seemingly, capable of talking. "For the love of all that is holy, tell me you got all that on camera!" The picture swung to Stacy, who was looking a combination of terrified and excited. "C'mon, Larry!!" The picture jiggled as the cameraperson followed the red panda down the steps and approached, with hesitation, Mother. Stacy looked up at the giant pink red panda, who was looking forlorn as she cupped her fluffy cheeks in her darker pink paws. "Excuse me, uhm, Mother?" Stacy asked, catching the entity's attention. "Oh? Hello there, sweetie. Do you need a hand with something?" she asked, kneeling down a little to be closer to Stacy's level. The sternness was gone from her voice, instead sounding like her usual caring and chipper. Back the way Stacy had come, officials were scrambling to pick up the squaling babies and make sense of what had happened. "Uh... are you... are you the entity known as 'Mother' that the cultists worshipped and sacrificed to?" Stacy, while terrified, forced the question out, holding out her mic for Mother to speak into. Mother looked at her sadly and nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. However, I never asked anyone to harm anybody. I was so disappointed when Dante and Rebecca told me what happened to them." "Wait... do you mean the former Chief of Police, Dante Christoph and Detective Rebecca Alvarez? Their bodies were never found, with camera footage and witness testimony claiming that they disappeared in a pink ball of light! Are you saying that they are still alive?!" Stacy was practically salivating over all the different journalism awards she was going to win. "Well, when someone comes to my realm, it's not exactly death. More like their body is reformed. I'm not really sure how else to explain it so that you mortals can understand," Mother said, looking down at the microphone and poking it. She then looked up at Stacy with a warm smile. "Is this your favorite toy, sweetie?" "U-uh, it's a tool of my job," Stacy said, blushing a little. She was about to ask another question when Mother, noticing the camera, leaned forward and began to examine it closely, giving viewers a close up of different giant pink anthro faces. Mother backed away and giggled. "My goodness! All the interesting little toys you've all been making..." Mother tried, and failed, to hold in an excited SQUEA. "They're all so cute! And inventive! I can't tell you all how proud I am of you for how far you've come since I was last here!" "U-uh, on behalf of us mortals... thank you... but are you saying that you've been here before?" Stacy asked, nervous about how sideways this interview was starting to go, and trying to get it back on track. "Absolutely. Not sure how long ago it was, but once I'm fully reconnected to your world, I'll have a much better idea!" Mother then paused and looked to her wrist, where a pink watch appeared. "Oh goodness! I need to get back home! Dante and Rebecca should be waking up from their nap soon, and I'd hate for them to wake up without me there!" "B-but!" Stacy sputtered, before receiving a pat on her head. "Don't worry, honey, I'll be back, I promise. How about in a week I'll come back and you and your friends can ask me some more questions, okay?" Mother asked, leaning over the now slightly intimidated reporter. "O-oh, well, I suppose that that could work, as I'm sure you can guess, a lot of our viewers have a lot of questions--" Stacy was silenced by something being pushed between her lips. Mother then pulled her into a hug and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Alright, one week it is! I'll send my envoy in a few days to help iron out some of the details. Now, you be a good girl while I'm gone, and I'll bring you back a present, okay, hun?" Stacy, now blushing bright red on camera, a yellow binky in her muzzle, nodded. Mother hugged her one more time, before letting go, standing up, and waving bye. She then disappeared in a shower of sparks, all pink, just as some of the formerly frozen police officers ran up, some having been shouting for Mother to put her hands up, all of them ignored. Stacy then turned to the camera and, still blushing, unaware of the binky still in her mouth, addressed it. "I am Stacy Miller," she lisped, before realizing what was in her mouth and spitting it out. "Uh... thank you, Stacy," Tabitha said as the news feed cut back to the studio. "Folks, I'm not entirely sure of what we just witnessed... but it appears that some... powerful entity has made contact with our world... and will be sitting down with us for an interview here in the studio..." The TV blared in the cheap motel room, the occupant oblivious to what was being broadcast, the shower running while a male voice drifted out, singing bits and pieces to the new song he was working on. After a few minutes, the water cut off, and out stepped Eric Simmimura. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist, and was using a second one to dry his short black hair, with the bright blue tips. He was just starting to notice the TV showing a giant pink skunk lady on it, when there was a knock at his door. Snapping his attention to the door, he walked over and peered through the peephole, and smiled. He unlatched the door and opened it. "Carl!" he said to his friend and the bass player of their punk-rock band Dyer Wulf. "Hey man, what's happening?" Eric asked, letting the shorter, leaner man inside. Once the door was shut, Carl seemed to find his voice. "Uhm... you said that we would use MY song tonight?" Carl brushed aside his long blonde locks out of his eyes and frowned at Eric, who simply sheepishly shrugged and held up his hands. "Sorry, man, we just got caught up in the moment. Plus, I've been really wanting to bust out that other song I wrote, y'know?" Eric said, not sounding truly sorry. "Kinda like how I've been feeling about MY songs?" Carl huffed, slipping both of his arms behind his back, his expression becoming a glare. Eric rolled his eyes and casually brushed past. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Look, Carl, next time, okay?" Eric placated as he started to walk past the TV towards the bathroom. "Yeah... next time, just like you said last time, and the time before that, and the time before that," Carl said, turning and following Eric, who stopped, rolled his eyes, and just looked up to the ceiling, shaking his head. "Point taken. So next gig for sure. Cross my heart and hope to die and all that, okay?" Eric offered, without even turning around. "Yeah... my sentiments exactly, dude," Carl said, a coldness creeping into his voice. Eric was about to turn and ask what Cal meant, when he felt an impact to his back, all the air being punched out of his lungs. He let out a gasping, wet breath, as his knees started to buckle. Falling to the floor, he looked up at a grim, sallow-face Carl, who was holding some kind of stone knife that was glowing with a pink light from some etchings down the side, slick with a dark red liquid. "You disappear, and become an indie-punk burnout as far as everyone else is concerned. And I take over. It's my time to shine, Eric," Carl said, his face breaking out into a wide grin as, when Eric reached for him, wetly coughing, the young man on the floor became surrounded in a ball of pink light that immediately vanished without a sound. Carl went to the bathroom and grabbed a fistful of toilet paper to clean the blade, flushing the used paper when finished. It was as he was briskly walking towards the door he saw an image on the TV that made him freeze. "Uncle Terry?" Carl Hawthorne asked, a note of worry creeping into his voice, and a coldness tickling its way down his spine. The news was replaying the footage over and again, explaining the events that had happened minutes ago. Carl began to breathe heavily as he watched the giant pink weasel lady punishing his fellow followers. "Th-that's... not right..." he let out in a breath laced with despair and sheer terror. Looking around the room, as though looking for Eric to reappear, or for the pink weasel to, Carl ran to the door, threw it open, and then bolted out the room and down the stairs. * * * Eric lost all sense of time. After the pink flash, all was darkness for him. He felt his entire body become warm, and then be compressed and expanded, stretched and pulled and smooshed. This happened repeatedly, over and over, before it stopped, and Eric, now feeling better, took some unsteady breaths. He felt itchy all over and started to scratch himself, tentatively getting to his feet. "Carl?! You b... you b... you BIG MEANIE-HEAD!" he yelled out, taking some wobbly steps forward. Looking around, there seemed to be some trees off in the distance... but they seemed odd. Strangely... flat. And instead of grass, the green beneath his feet was a soft carpet. "So this is some kind of... okay those are toys, so some kind of playroom." Eric stated, spotting a door away in the distance. It was as he looked at his feet again that Eric froze. His feet, before pale and hairless and definitely human, were now more... paw-like, and covered in a dark black fur. Looking himself over, he realized he had a big bushy tail, also black... but with a large white stripe going up the middle. The white matched his belly. His hands were paws as well, and he used them to feel his face. His ears, now flatter and pointed, rested atop his head. Spying a mirror, Eric rushed to it and confirmed his fears. He was now a skunk, with an extra tuft of white fur atop his head, and a bright pink tiny nose. Not being an expert judge of anthros, Eric still figured that the skunk looking back at them in the mirror was in their late teens. And, most distressing to him in the moment was something else. "I'm... a girl? B-but... no, I'm a boy!" Eric wiped away some angry indignant tears from his bright green eyes. "CARL! YOU PIECE OF POOPY!" Wiping their eyes, the skunkette froze at the sound of the doorknob being turned. Without thinking, Eric spotted a pile of plushies, some as big as they were. Just before the door opened, Eric leapt into the pile and froze, peeking out. Coming through the door was a large brown bear woman wearing a pink t-shirt, jean shorts, and a white apron. "Hello?" Sarah called out, looking around confused. "Ariel, is that you? Now that the Realm has reconnected to the Mortal Realm, I had figured that you would still be out in the playground?" Not seeing this Ariel, the bear looked around, still confused, entering proper and shutting the door behind herself. "I know I heard a voice in here? Honey, it's okay to come out, you've got a new brother and sister to meet after all... unless... OH! Is there maybe a new, possibly scared, little one here, maybe playing hide and seek?" Sarah asked, now sounding playful. Eric stayed perfectly still as the bear moved about the room, looking around. Sarah stopped and examined one of the walls, reaching out and touching it. "Goodness! Already the playroom is almost back to its full operation! Oh, I just can't wait for little Dante and 'Becca to have so much fun playing in here... hmm, if there's any more babies abound, perhaps I should see about constructing a little play town, huh?" Sarah said, spinning on her heel and stopping, staring straight at the plush pile Eric was in. His stomach was a hard ball of ice inside as Sarah walked towards it. "Now, if I was a scared little one in a new place, and I decided to hide in the playroom, what's one place that would make for an excellent hiding spot? Why, in a pile of stuffed new friends!" Without warning, she bent over the pile and her arms shot forward inside. Eric let out a surprise squeak as they wrapped around them, pulling the scared skunk out of the pile and hugging them close to her chest. "There you are! Oh, look, you even found yourself a little friend!" Sarah excitedly said, giving Eric a nuzzle. "Huh?" Eric wondered, realizing that while they were being securely cradled in the bear's arms, there was a grey plush bunny with a white chin, tummy, and cottontail, securely cradled in their own arms. "Uhm... h-hi... I think that there's been a mistake." "I'll say, cutiepie!" Sarah said, giving Eric a nuzzle. "We can't have a pretty little girl like you running around naked!" Sarah then turned and headed towards a wardrobe and some kind of padded table that Eric could have sworn hadn't been there before. "W-wait! I'm not a little kit! I'm not even a skunk! I'm a human! And I'm a boy!" Eric protested as they were laid on the changing table, the belt snugly being brought across their tummy. They struggled, weakly, against it, unable to open the buckle. They opened their mouth to protest, but found some kind of rubber bulb shoved in. It was a pacifier with a purple shield. Eric frowned, intending to spit it out and curse out the bear... but instead instantly relaxed, their mouth starting to automatically suckle the binky. "There we go, all nice and relaxed," Sarah said, starting to hum as she reached under the table, pulling up a diaper with purple around the waistband and leg gathers, and a purple butterfly on the front and back. Next came a canister of baby powder, and a tub of baby wipes. Eric was powerless to resist as Sarah set about wiping down their diaper area, before lifting up their legs and sliding the unfolded diaper underneath them. "Now, I know that this must be all so confusing and scary, honey, but please don't worry. Your body has changed to match your innermost self! Hence the change in species, age, and even that little extra." Sarah said this with a wink as she started to apply powder to Eric's front, and then bottom. Undoing the strap, Sarah taped up the diaper, and rolled the skunkette over to do the tape above the hole for Eric's tail. "There! All nice and secure! Now, let's get you a pretty new outfit, and then you can meet your new brother and sister!" Sarah scooped the still relaxed Eric, who whined and hugged their bunny closer, into her arms and turned to the opened wardrobe. With a free hand, Sarah rummaged around in it for a second, before pulling out an outfit that, despite the binky, made Eric tense up. Eric was looking at a bright lavender skirt-all with a yellow shirt on it underneath. Despite Eric's clumsy attempts at struggling, the yellow shirt with a daisy on the front was slipped over their head and arms, followed by the skirt-all. Eric tried to undo the buttons and when that failed, tried to pull it all off... also finding that quite impossible. With a huff, they gave up, suckled their binky, pouted, while hugging their new bunny. "Perfect! Oh your mommy is just going to gush over how precious you are when she returns! But first, let's go get your brother and sister up from their nap! I'll bet that they'll be so excited to have a new sister to play with!" Sarah said, snapping her fingers, making the wardrobe and changing table disappear in a puff of smoke, and then head out the door to the brightly-lit halls, which were well maintained and freshly painted in murals. The walls just outside the playroom had a pirate theme. Eric briefly noticed this before they entered another door to a large white room, with a blue crib in the center. Inside were two sleeping figures... that Eric quickly realized were as big as him. One was an arctic vixen, and the other a grey and white bunny, not noticing that the bunny boy looked just like their new plush friend. Before Sarah could walk them any closer, another door just appeared, and in stepped the largest... and pinkest skunk Eric had ever seen. Sarah smiled and gave a quick one-handed curtsey. "Hello, Ma'am!" she said quietly. "I take it that your smiting was most successful? You'll be pleased to know that while you were away, Dante and Rebecca have been sleeping soundly, with no further glitches from Fluffy. Also, we have another new arrival!" Eric grumbled around their binky as they were presented like a gift. The skunk had been nodding along, smiling, staring at the crib in excitement, her ears perking up and turning in their direction when Sarah had mentioned the 'new arrival'. Mother turned her head, her paws flying to her cheeks, and she let out a quiet coo. "Oh my goodness! She's just adorable!" Eric was quickly swept up into her arms and bounced, hugged, and cuddled. "Welcome home, sweet pea!" Eric struggled and tried to kick, but only found themselves nuzzled and showered in kisses. "Notta baybee!" They lisped out. Mother chuckled and rested the skunkette's head on her shoulder. "Another baby so soon," she said, making Eric grumble in protest. "Do you think that this one was a convert?" She asked Sarah. "It's hard to say, Ma'am," the large brown bear said with a shrug. "She seemed scared when I found her. But it is logical to assume that being disconnected from us for so long, that even a recent convert would be unsure and terrified to find that your Realm is real." "True," Mother said, gently patting Eric's padded bottom. She pulled them away a bit, still cradled in her arms, gently rocking and humming. "How about it, sweetie? Have you heard of me before?" Eric looked up at her puzzled, and whined, shaking their head no. Mother frowned, a single tear running down the side of her muzzle. "Then... I take it that... someone... hurt you to send you here?" Eric nodded, feeling a pain in their chest at the sight of tears in Mother's eyes. Silently, out of instinct, they leaned forward and wrapped their smaller arms around her neck in a hug. Mother sniffed and smiled, returning the hug. "Oh, honey. What's been done cannot be undone, but please know that you will be loved and cared for, always. I'll personally make sure that this becomes your home, as much as it will be for your siblings." Mother wiped her eyes, and kissed Eric on their forehead. She removed the binky, letting it fall, since it was clipped onto the skirt-all by a lavender ribbon. "Now, what's your name, honey-skunky?" "Jessica," Eric said, their eyes growing wide. "Huh? That's not my name! It's Jessica! NO! I'm not a girl! I'm a boy, and my name is Jessica!" Eric/Jessica, now the one with tears in her eyes, looked up in confusion at Mother. "Oh, honey," Mother said, hugging the skunkette, "when you come to the realm, you become your truest self. Maybe there was a part of you that you were not entirely aware of? Or just not willing to acknowledge?" "N-no! That's not possible!" She cried, leaning into Mother's shoulder and sobbing. Mother looked to Sarah who nodded and checked on the two sleeping babies in the crib, while Mother resumed humming and rocking the newly minted Jessica. After a few minutes of crying, which turned into sniffles, Jessica looked up at Mother and pouted. "I'm s'posed to be a rock star! Not a big baby girl!" "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie. But maybe we can work something out? As the connection between our Realm and the Mortal Realm grows stronger, maybe we can take little vacations there from time to time? Then you can bring all of your pretty star-rocks back here and take them back over to show off to everyone? How does that sound?" Jessica looked up at Mother with a half-lidded stare. "You don't know what a rock star is, do you?" Mother looked a little flustered at that and blushed. "W-well... do you collect rocks from space?" A pair of giggles drew their attention to the crib. Sitting up and rubbing their eyes was Dante and Rebecca. Rebecca let out a yawn, still hugging Fluffy to her chest, and smiled, half of her fur mussed up with bed-fur. Dante was sucking on a bottle of juice that he pulled out, with a small burp, and chuckled a little. "She doesn't know a whole lot about our modern world," he said, before the nipple of the bottle found its way back between his lips, and he resumed nursing the liquid inside. "Apparently," Jessica said. Mother, still blushing a little, puffed out her cheeks a bit and tried to look stern. "Hey now, I've been away for... I think maybe ten thousand years! I'll have to double-check!" Rebecca and Dante were outright laughing and, despite their misgivings about the situation, so did Jessica. Mother let out a breath and rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine, I'll admit that I may be a little behind the times. But I'll learn more as I reconnect! For now though, I think I smell quite the ripey diapey." That silenced the three, except for Jessica who was looking at the two in the crib. "Wow, no wonder you guys are in diapers," she snickered, before letting out an EEP! Mother had lifted up the back of her skirt and pulled out the waistband of her diaper. "Well, it's not our little skunk-butt just yet," she said, then checking for wetness, much to Jessica's further embarrassment. Now it was Dante and Rebecca's turn to snicker. "And you're a little wet, but this diaper can handle much more, so you're good for right now, cutie," she said, giving a beet-red Jessica one more kiss on the forehead, before passing her off to an awaiting Sarah. Mother then knelt over the crib and scooped up the two, three if Fluffy, still being hugged by Rebecca, counted. Expertly, she checked both the fox and the vixen. "Well goodness, two fully loaded diapers! Aww, that must've been from the solid foods I fed you as a special treat. Well, don't worry, we'll switch you two to babyfood and formula for a while." "Aww, come on!" Rebecca whimpered, hating the mushy feeling at the back of her diaper and wanting it fixed as soon as possible. "Hehe, served you two babies right!" Jessica said as Sarah carried her out of the room. Jessica stuck her tongue out at them before the door closed, making Dante and Rebecca roll their eyes. "Oh great, so we're gunna be stuck with someone THAT childish?" Dante lamented after he had finished his bottle, right before Mother burped him. He was set down with a squish at the end of the changing table while Mother saw to Rebecca first. "Like we're ones to talk," she said, the tapes to her diaper ripped open. "Now, now," Mother softly chided, reaching for the changing supplies as she lifted up 'Becca's legs. "Be nice to your new sister. She just arrived, after all." Dante pouted. "Maybe... but she doesn't have to be mean about it, especially since she's in diapers too." His thumb found its way into his mouth, and the bunny boy sat there, suckling, forgetting all about his messy diaper while Rebecca was wiped. "You're not really gunna make us eat babyfood, right?" the arctic vixen queried. The deity simply nodded, grabbing the fox's pacifier and holding it to her mouth. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but grown up food can upset your tummies. That’s why both of you are so messy." Rebecca whined... but accepted the binky, feeling soothed instantly. She couldn't resist a giggle as the baby powder wafted up to her nose, tickling it, and making her sneeze. "It's not fair. We're adults, not babies," Dante lisped around his thumb. An idea striking him, he turned and looked up at Mother, making the saddest puppy eyes he could make. "Can we pwease eat solid foods?" He felt ashamed of himself for trying it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. "Awwwww!" Mother couldn't help herself but let out a coo. Taping up Rebecca's pawper, she set the vixen down, and proceeded to pick up her bunny boy, holding him close. "How about this, honey? Every now and again you can choose to have some grown up food as a snack. Some dinner on occasion if you've been a good boy. How does that sound, hmm?" Dante, blushing, especially as he felt the seat of his diaper once again and was reminded of its current state, thought it over. "And include any special occasions and you got a deal." He said with a blush. "Deal," The goddess said with a kind smile, placing her baby on the table, outstretching her pinky finger not a foot away from him. Rolling his eyes, Dante used his free paw to complete the pinky promise. He was then laid onto the changing table, his diaper opened. As Dante received his diaper change, Mother began to softly hum a nursery rhyme. The sound of her voice alone as she did so helped Dante relax, not fidgeting in the slightest as she wiped up his mess, even giggling as his sister had when the powder came drizzling down on his waist. Dante, sucking his thumb, looked up at Mother. He still had a little blush on his face, but he smiled up at her. Okay... she doesn't seem to be some kind of evil ancient goddess... I'll give her that... he thought, letting out a squeal he had no idea he was capable of when she leaned down to blow raspberries on his exposed tummy. Mother smiled at that sound. The adorable, happy squeals like what Dante gave off warmed her heart. Giving a giggle of her own, she relented and pulled away as she taped up Dante's diaper. She picked both of the babies up and cradled them in her arms. "There we go, nice and clean. Ready to get to know your new sister?" Dante rolled his eyes and nodded, finding his head resting on Mother's shoulder, while Rebecca was doing the same. At some point, Fluffy had gotten away, and appeared to be straightening his plush fur out before walking away. The two found themselves in the TV room where Jessica sat in the playpen, watching some Limping Deceased. The skunk in question was in a beanbag chair, eyes glued to the surprisingly massive flat screen with a smile. Just from a quick glance, you would see a group of animals on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs, a large wolf clad in a leather jacket and red scarf holding a bat towering over all of them. Rebecca and Dante, freshly changed and deposited into the giant, to them, playpen, looked at one another, before receiving gentle pats to their padded bottoms. With noticeable waddles, they made their way over to the skunkette, who was sucking on her yellow binky. "H-hey," the bunny boy said, suddenly feeling inexplicably shy, trying to tug his shirt down over his diaper more. "I'm Dante." "And I'm Rebecca," the vixen said, pulling out her own binky, unknowingly smiling a little at the sight of the green ribbon it was attached to clipped to her own shirt, before letting it drop and looking back at the diapered teenaged skunk before her. The skunk looked over to the pair. And gave a smirk. "Oh, hey. You babies got a diaper change after all. I guess that's better than you two stinkin' up the joint." "Yeah, as you will too, in the near future," Dante said with a frown. "And we're not babies. Mother and Sarah just treat us, you included in that 'us' statement, like babies." The punky-skunky pouted, crossing her arms. "Yeah, right. Unless you can actually prove it, I'm not buying it." She shifted in place, the plush bunny that she hid right behind her sliding down the bean bag chair. "... I'm Jes-" She started, silently fuming for a minute before letting out a huff. "I’m... Jessica." "Well, Jessica, welcome to our new home for the time being. Where we will all be babied and coddled and all that wonderful stuff," Rebecca snarkily said, taking a crinkly seat next to the beanbag chair. "Yeah, and if it's proof you want, how about that damp padding wrapped around your waist?" Dante said with a shrug, taking a seat on Jessica's other side. "So, how old were you before you became a teenager?" The skunk shot the rabbit a look, crossing her legs with a blush as she replied. "...25. Turning 26 in a couple weeks." "Well, you look like you're goin' on nineteen in a couple weeks now... I know the feeling. I was fifty seven," Dante said, thumb inserting itself back in his mouth. Jessica stared wide eyed. "... Oh yeah? And how about her?" She pointed a thumb at the fox. "Thirty-six," Rebecca said, playing with her tail. "I was a detective with the Chicago Police Department... Dante there was the Chief of Police." "That was until I got ritualistically sacrificed by a cult," Dante said, with a grumpy grumble. "And I got killed when I found out the truth," chimed in a forlorn-sounding Rebecca. "... Hold on a minute," Jessica said. She looked back and forth between the two. "Were you guys stabbed by a weird looking knife?" Dante and Rebecca both froze. "Made of stone?" Dante asked. "With runes on the side that glowed with a pink light?" Rebecca questioned. Jessie said nothing, just slowly nodding with a look of growing horror. "I take it that that's how someone punched your clock?" Dante asked, unaware of how silly a scrawny teen bunny boy in a sailor shirt and blue ducky diaper asking that sounded. Matter of fact, if not for the reality of the situation, Jessica probably would have burst out laughing. "... Yeah… Carl…" she quietly said. "... My band mate... my... friend..." Dante frowned. "I'm sorry... it was a whole group of them for me... and there were more than a few faces I recognized... some I even trusted..." "... I'm ... I'm sorry," The skunk genuinely apologized. At some point she grabbed the plush rabbit, holding it close. "Me too..." Dante said, wiping at his eyes and letting out a sniff, collecting himself. "But... yeah... so now we're stuck here... in this strange Realm... being treated like babies or toddlers..." Jessie almost shrunk as a realization popped into her head. "... You two got off lucky compared to me." "How so?" Rebecca asked, her ears perked up. Jessie blushed, curling up a bit. The only sound being from the television, but it did nothing to distract any of the three. "... I'm supposed to be a boy..." "... Makes about as much sense as anything else that's happened, like how I used to be a human." Dante reached out a paw and gently placed it on Jessica's shoulder. "... We gotta bust outta here," Jessica stated, firmly, leaning forward. "About that," Dante started, taking a moment to look around and ensure that Mother, Sarah, nor Fluffy were anywhere nearby. Not seeing them, Dante looked over and spotted a plush dragon with blue scales. There was a pouch with a button on its tummy, which Dante quickly opened. He pulled something out of it and set the plush back down. He waddled back over to the two girls and held up the golden key, now as long as his middle finger. It had a soft glow to it. "I found this when I first arrived here. I found it in a desk in reception before Nanny Sarah found me and took me to meet Mommy," he said, blushing as he referred to Mother as Mommy. He shot Jessica a sour look as she snickered at him, but continued. "Anyway, it was really tiny, like maybe one inch in size when I first found it, but it's been getting bigger. I'm not entirely certain how to get out of this place, but I think that this key is... well... the key." "Okay, so we escape and return to the realm of the living or whatever, and maybe regain our old bodies and everything... how do we keep her from coming for us and dragging us all back here?" Jessica asked. "I don't know yet, that's why we gotta keep our wits about us and learn as much as we can," Dante said. Jessica rolled her eyes at that. "Wow... so in other words, you don't have a plan," she said, sounding irritated. "It's a work in progress!" Dante said, defensively. "Sounds like the best that your baby brain could come up with," Jessica snarkily said. Dante blushed at that. "I said, it's a work in progress! And I don't have a baby brain, you do!" Jessica stood up and looked Dante in the eyes. "No, you have a baby brain, because you're a baby!" "Nu-uh! YOU'RE a baby!" Dante said. Rebecca rolled her eyes as she watched the two devolve into a shoving match. Spying an opportunity, she claimed the beanbag chair for herself. She recalled back when Dante was her chief, how he would often, with much more articulate wording, get into verbal shoving matches whenever he had to play city politics. As the bunny boy and the skunkette were now rolling around trying to pin one another, she spotted the plush bunny and a bottle of chocolate milk. Smiling, the arctic vixen grabbed both, cuddling the cute bunny in one arm, and using the other to hold the bottle as she started to nurse on it, watching the show. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw Jessica, proudly sitting on Dante's head as Dante struggled underneath her padded rear, while she was holding and inspecting the key. Once more, Rebecca rolled her eyes, and continued to nurse her bottle, enjoying the chocolate goodness. Oh boy, she thought to herself, this is gunna be interesting. As she sat there, Rebecca reflected on how in the time she and Dante had been here, however long that had been already, they had both seemed to lapse into childish habits from time to time, without realizing it. They never seemed to lose any of their memories, as far as they could tell. They would just obsess over a toy or maybe get sad and cry whenever Mother or Sarah would leave the room. As Rebecca pondered this, whilst Dante now had Jessica in a headlock, all three were unaware of a pair of eyes watching them from a darkened hallway. The eyes were glowing a bright green, before the figure in the shadows darted back down the dark hall at the sounds of soft footsteps. The footsteps approaching belonged to Fluffy, who rubbed his little plush chin as he stared down the hall. He could have sworn he had heard someone jogging, but wasn't detecting any lifeforms like the babies. After a few seconds, the animated teddy bear shrugged, and started to head off towards the playpen, spying Mother approaching the babies. And there you have it, folks! Please consider leaving a comment or review, as they really are quite the pick-me-up for writers and artists alike. Seriously, they just make my day!

With lock-down ending, I have been invited to my Godson's second wedding (to his boy-fiend). I have found a local B&B, and in an email last night I asked if I would be an acceptable guest because I am a bedwetter and explained that I would bring bed protection. I received the reply "So am I, there will be a rubber sheet on your bed. Don't worry"

Sounds like a plan Jack, have fun sweetie and enjoy !!

I have my partner Elle and my friend Phil of over 20 years and his loving girlfriend. I have a very close college friend of over 30 years that is a quadriplegic. My loving nephew and his boyfriend. We have diaper parties and play diaper games. I dont ever force my fetish on others and I see many of you dont indulge with others whether its a choice or you guys are very much still in the closet. I have always said I will always have two sets of friends. My diaper lover friends which I keep near and dear to my heart, and I have friends I know from work, and the neighborhood and associates. I never mix the two. I know how hard it has been for me in a 44 year stretch of my love of diapers. My loving partner that is also a lover of over 23 years and my good friend Phil that I love like a brother and part of my family he has been a diaper lover well over 40 years also, I miss his wife so much. She was such a wonderful friend to me and my husband, and its just so sad that her life was cut so short. I also count many of the people here as friends and family and I am very happy to share my love with. I am having a great weekend with a few diaper lover friends and just enjoying the great weather we are blessed with, and having a cookout just loving the joy and attatchment and enjoyment we all share. Bless you all and I do hope you can find friends and enjoy this fetish. I know its not easy but thats why we come here to be accepted and loved. Hugs and kisses to you all. Have a great weekend. There are so many friends I want to mention here and I would prolly run out of room !!

No, I fear I do not have such real life diaper friends, but I can dream. In an ideal world, there would be ABDL clubs or bars, something akin to fetish clubs or gay bars. I’d call mine “The Powdered Heinie”...

Well babykeiff, we most be talking about different things, what i am talking about is basicly a foam cup that will work like a plug, but will not be absorbant, just replaces the job the anal muscles used to do. They can be bought free here; http://www.airoliver.de/save/index.php?cat=899&product=4207672 ; and from reading the other questions in this thread it looks like it could be very usefull when going out and not wanting a smelly diaper. Ofcours if u would leave it in for days i could c problems happening, but not more then being constipated and not all those horror things u r refering too. But ofcours i started this thread to get input from people who use it so as to get an answer as how usefull they r . Hope it can be helpfull for others out there. An