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Sorry for the delay on this update. I had surgery on my right arm, which put me out of commission for a good while, and it took some effort to get back into the rhythm, but here we go! --------------------------------------- 5 Penny stayed blissfully in the fog all the way through being fingerprinted, uncuffed, and unceremoniously deposited in a room at the police department with a mirror on one wall, two chairs, and a table. And the fog was still with her a while later, when someone in a suit came in. He sat down at the chair opposite Penny, opened a suitcase, and started talking as he pulled file folders out, shuffling through papers in them. “Miss Russo, I’m going to tell you this very simply. We have everything we need to convict you of trafficking and possession. That’s a felony and a misdemeanor, good for 30 years in a labor camp. You want that?” Penny remembered the nurse’s words. “Lawyer.” “Look, kid, I don’t give a fuck what happens to you. I’m here to save me some time, but if you want to play hard, I’ll play hard with you. Now, you want to hear my offer?” She wasn’t so confident in the nurse’s advice anymore, but she tried to hold firm… “Lawyer…” “You want a lawyer, huh? Okay, here’s what happens if you get a lawyer. I walk out of here, and tomorrow at your arraignment, I’m going to ask for bail. Unless you got fifty grand laying around, you’re going to be staying in jail until your trial, probably about three months or so. And you’re going to lose at trial, because I have your confession from the nine-one-one call, and I have the other two sticks you bought, which are currently at our lab being analyzed. So I don’t need to negotiate with your lawyer. I’ll have you shoveling garbage on Fresh Kills until you’re grey-haired and half dead of skin cancer. Now, you still want a lawyer, or you want to play ball?” Panic cut right through Penny’s little fog, and her resolve broke. “Okay, okay, so what happens if I talk?” “Smart, kid. You give me the guy who sold it to you, and you walk out of here on probation.” “But… I never saw him! I don’t even know his name!” “Alright, then you tell me what you do know, and maybe we can still work something out.” “All I have is a phone number! And… I saw him throw his phone out a fourth-floor window!” “Where was the window?” “Fifty-sixth… and Tatus… Down the alley… He put the sticks in the mailboxes right there… he made me shoot the first one before he’d show me the other two… the window was on the opposite side of the street, third one from the corner of the building…” “That all you got?” “Yes… Well… I gave my money to this homeless-looking dude at the corner when I got there, just like the guy told me… He was old, like 50 or 60 or something, with a beard. Smelled like booze, and his clothes were dirty.” “Alright. I’ll tell you what. You plead guilty to the possession charge, I’ll drop the trafficking charge, and I’ll ask the judge for a suspended sentence contingent on you completing rehab.” “Wait, rehab? I’ve never done drugs before in my life!” As scared as Penny was of the labor camps, the idea of going to drug rehab and losing her apartment anyway wasn’t much of an improvement. “Rehab or thirty years. Your choice.” “How long do I have to stay in jail?” “Like I said, your arraignment is tomorrow. I’ll submit the plea deal during that hearing. If he approves it, you’ll be on your way to rehab straight after the hearing. You do the program, you get out of there in three months, and your record gets expunged. Like it never even happened.” “Alright. I’ll take it.” It wasn’t hard for Penny to understand that having a conviction on her record would make it even worse trying to find work. But at this point, even being Dee’s live-in maid was preferable to working a garbage dump. He stood up, gathering his files and stuffing them into his suitcase. “Good. I’ll have the paperwork ready at court tomorrow.” Without another word, he strode over to the door and pounded on it. It opened, and he stepped out, passing a cop coming in. “Alright kid, are you going to behave, or do I need to cuff you?” He was tall and imposing, his frame muscular, not fat like the cop that stood guard at the hospital. Against her petite, barely five-foot frame, this guy was a monster. “I’m okay,” she offered nervously. “On your feet. Let’s go.” She stood, and he grabbed onto her arm, leading her out of the room and down the hall, through a door made entirely of bars, and stopping in front of a female guard at a counter, not much taller than Penny, but very fat, and looking not particularly happy. “All yours, Mildred,” the big man said, handing her a file folder, then leaving and slamming the barred door behind him. “Strip, kid.” Mildred boomed, pulling a pair of latex gloves over her hands, one at a time. Penny was shocked. “What?!” “You stupid or somethin’? I said, ‘Take your clothes off’.” “I… uh… all of them? Why?” “Look, kid. I ain’t askin’ again. Either you take them off, or I’ll take them off, and I promise you will NOT enjoy that.” Mildred dropped a pile of orange fabric on the counter and came out from behind via a locked half-door. She pulled what looked like a riding crop out of it’s holster on her belt and began tapping it on her open palm. That got Penny moving. “I’m… I’m sorry!” she said, the fog from that morning’s shot having worn completely off. Her hands trembled as she pulled the scrubs down her legs, pulled the gown off, and nearly fell over trying to pull her socks off, tossing them aside like they were covered with the plague or something. “Stand straight and do not move!” Penny stiffened while the woman walked around behind her. THWACK! Penny yelped in pain as the crop bit into her tender backside. “That’s for not doing what I tell you the first damn time! Now bend your ass over, spread your legs, and grab your ankles!” The searing pain in her buttocks was plenty enough motivation for Penny to comply with the terrifying request. Trembling with fear, she struggled to maintain her balance in the awkward position as she endured the first and what she prayed would be the only cavity search of her life. Now clothed in an orange pullover dress and feeling very much violated, Penny found herself led to a cell. “Lucky you, kid. You get to be the only resident of Hotel Bitch today, at least for the time being. The door slammed behind her, and Mildred grinned at her from outside the bars. “Dinner’s in three hours. Enjoy your stay.” The woman walked away as Penny scanned her new surroundings. A bed chained to the wall with one pillow on it. A toilet with no lid. A TV in the corner of the ceiling, which was on, some televangelist preaching a sermon squawking away. She sat down on the bed and yelped as the sting from the crop refreshed itself. The mattress was hard as a brick! Stretching out on her side, Penny lay there and tried to go to sleep, tried to forget where she was, why she was there, where she was going. It didn’t work.

Chapter 22: Finding my littlespace I woke up somewhere I wasn’t accustomed to. I rolled over and Rose’s arm slowly slid off my body, onto her bed. Carefully rolling off the side of the bed, making sure not to wake my girlfriend, I threw on a dressing gown and snuck out of her bedroom. As I closed the bedroom door silently, a figure crept up behind me. “Meow!” “Ahh! Jinx! Be quiet!” I whispered. “Meow.” “I was going to go make her breakfast for when she wakes up. But if you keep meowing, you’re going to ruin the surprise!” Jinx started purring and brushing against my leg, wrapping his tail around it. “I guess that’s your way of telling me it’s a good idea. Now lets go! I need to go make Mummy breakfast!” I swear I heard a giggle coming from Jinx. Or at least I guess the sound a cat makes if they could giggle. “Wait... did I just call her? Umm... Oh wow. I wasn’t expecting to get in this deep. I’m even calling her Mummy when she’s not here.” I shrugged and skipped off downstairs into the kitchen. “Good morning Babygirl... I see you’ve been busy!” “Umm... hi...” I blushed. “Look at the mess you’ve made! Have you ever made breakfast without magic before?” “Umm... no Mummy.” “Well you get an ‘A’ for effort. But you’re a mucky little pup.” She conjured a little mirror and showed me just what a mess I had made of myself. I already knew the mess I had made in the kitchen. I was covered in flour and chocolate and eggs and milk. I wasn’t even sure what I was trying to make, I just knew I wanted to impress her and do it her way, without magic. “How about I take over, and you go get that padded little bum sat on a chair?” I blushed and nodded, walking over to the dining table and sitting down. ‘I can’t believe I forgot I was still padded. After snuggling with her in bed last night, I fell asleep straight away... wait... am I wet? It feels squishy...’ “I’ll change you after breakfast little girl.” Rose said, using her magic to clean away all the mess I had made. I guess it would have taken a lot longer to clean all that manually... As I sat there, I noticed my perspective changing. ‘Is it me, or is the room getting lower and lower?’ I looked down to see the chair getting taller and thicker, slowly transforming into something much larger, taller, and more... infantile. “Thought this was more appropriate...” Rose giggled, turning around and smiling at me, waving her hand and making my dressing gown disappear, leaving me in just my onesie and thick nappy. As I sat there in the oversized highchair, I couldn’t help but feel littlespace returning as I sat there, my legs dangling off the edge. “Now, Mummy is going to get breakfast sorted and baby is going to sit there. How about you colour me something for my fridge?” Rose said, waving her hand. A colouring page of a nursery that looked just like the nursery upstairs had appeared on the tray in front of me, along with a pack of crayons. “Yay! Crayons!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands. Part of me still couldn’t believe how quickly all this baby stuff progressed and how okay I was with it all. But then a larger part of me felt like it was... natural, like this is who I was all along, just a part of me hidden and locked away inside, waiting to be brought out by the right person. As I sat there, colouring in what looked like Jinx on the colouring page, I looked up to see Rose smiling at me, holding two plates of food in her hand. “You’re so precious, you know that sweetpea?” she said. I scrunched up my face and blushed, trying to hide my expression. “That just makes you even cuter, you know?” “HMPH!” I pouted. “Now, is baby ready for her breakfast?” Nodding excitedly, I kicked my feet and she placed a bowl of goop in front of me. I scrunched up my face for a different reason this time. “Now now babygirl. I want to spoon feed you. Don’t worry, it’s still got the taste of blueberry pancakes, but it’s just a bit... mushed up. Rose sat down next to the highchair and picked up the spoon from my bowl, scooping up a big spoonful and drawing it ever closer to my mouth. I kept my mouth shut as the spoon got closer and closer. “Open up babygirl... here comes the aeroplane!” As if by magic, I opened my mouth and the mush landed on my tongue. It wasn’t magic though, it was my little side getting excited by the prospect of Rose feeding me like this. It made me... happy. And the taste was surprisingly good! “MMMMM!” I exclaimed. “Yummy?” Rose asked. “Uh huh!” I said, opening my mouth for the next spoonful. The more she spoon fed me, the more and more I fell into littlespace. Just as I finished the last spoonful, she reached over to the table, picking something up and placing it down in front of me. “Here you babygirl. A bottle of milk. Make sure you drink it all up, okay? Then when you’re done, we need to have a talk about something...” I didn’t like the serious tone of her voice, so I picked up the bottle and started suckling at it whilst holding it with both hands. As I put the bottle down on the tray, Rose looked at me and smiled. “Now babygirl... I know that it’s someone’s birthday very very soon...” ‘Ah crap. I was hoping she would have forgotten. I hate my birthday. I hate doing anything for it. It’s always so depressing.’ “So I need you to tell me exactly when it is...” “Umm... six days.” I mumbled. “SIX? Oh damn. I better get started.” “Started?” “On your birthday surprise, silly!” “Umm... surprise? You... you don’t have to do anything Mummy...” “Shush you.” She waved her hand and my dummy appeared in my mouth. I tried to take it out, but it wouldn’t budge so I just sat there and pouted. “Right. So if I talk to them tomorrow... work on that the day after, make that the day after... then the day after that I can make that... then cast the spell then...” “Speww?” I tried to talk around the large dummy in my mouth, but it came out even more babyish. “Shhhh babygirl. Let Mummy do this. I promise you, you’ll enjoy it. But it’s a surprise until your birthday. I don’t have to get started until tomorrow, so how about we just relax today?” I could sense the magic disappear from the dummy, so I pulled out it to speak normally. “I’d wike dat Mummy... WHA?” I jumped back in my seat, surprised at my sudden babyish vocabulary. “Do you like babygirl? I came up with a new spell for your dummy...” “Buh... why? Wha deh purpothe?” I blushed at the slight babyish lisp in my voice. “Because it’s cute, that’s why. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and dressed. Do you want to do some gardening today babygirl?” “Umm... wes pwease. Umm... do I hafta stay as a baby doh?” She waved her hand. “No baby, but you are to stay padded today, okay? I think some dungarees with your onesie will look adorable!” “O... okay Mummy. Oh hey! My voice!” “You get your adult voice back for now sweetpea. But I can’t promise I won’t take it back later...” I started blushing as she lifted me up and placed me on her hip. There was a sudden knock at the front door. Quickly putting me down on the floor, Rose waved her hand and all the babyish stuff I was wearing just... disappeared. “You go into the living room and wait there babygirl. I’ll go see who it is.” I rushed off into the living room and jumped onto one of the sofas, hiding behind a large cushion. I could hear Rose talking to someone, but I had no idea who it was. That’s when someone entered the living room. Someone who wasn’t Rose. “Oh hello little dear. You must be Rose’s friend.” The person in front of me was old. Like oooooold. Like retirement home old. She looked like a typical granny, in a floral dress and stockings, her white hair all curled. “Umm... hi?” Thankfully that’s when Rose entered, making her way around the old woman who stood in the middle of the living room. “Noelle, this is the woman you met when you first visited. She’s got a house down in the village. This is Mrs Timpson.” “Umm... nice... nice to meet you Mrs Timpson.” “Oh she’s very well mannered!” the old woman said to Rose. “Only around me.” Rose winked at me and I hid my face behind the cushion. “So Mrs Timpson, what can I do for you?” “Well we saw that you had company, so the village has let you be for a while. But it’s my back... it’s acting up again.” “Again? Oh dear. Let me have a look at it in the kitchen. We’ll leave poor Noelle alone. She’s not used to new people.” “Oh sorry dearie!” The old woman smiled at me, which helped calm me a down a bit. I never knew my grandparents, but I figured this is what it felt like to have a grandma. Rose and Mrs Timpson walked out of the living room. ‘I forgot that Rose helps out the village, she’s not done any of that in the whole month I’ve been here! They were nice enough to let her spend time looking after me and spending time with me. I know I shouldn’t be jealous... but... but I... and I know this is silly... but I want my Mummy!’ Deciding that I wanted some attention, even if I had to do it as a big girl, I crept out to the kitchen, hovering around the corner, waiting to see if either of them would notice me. Rose was examining Mrs Timpson’s back, checking the flow of energy, I assumed. “I can’t see the problem, I’m sorry Mrs Timpson... my tea should have fixed it completely.” “It worked wonders for a few weeks, but it was only this past week or so that it started acting up again.” I had a knack for sensing magic. It wasn’t an affinity, but I had a talent for it. So whilst Rose kept examining her back, I silently watched, looking for any potential problem. “I could make you another cup of tea, but if we don’t find the root of the problem, you’ll have to come back for regular treatment.” That’s when I noticed it. It was just a tiny fracture in her aura. It was seeping energy, which probably caused the pain in her back. “Umm...” I muttered. “Oh Ellie... I didn’t see you there. Are you okay sweetpea?” Rose said as she turned around to face me. “Oh hello dearie. Coming to see a Witch in action, are you?” Mrs Timpson said, smiling. “I think you’ll find Ellie is a talented Witch herself, Mrs Timpson. She’s an up and coming star in the city, she’s all over the magazines.” “Oh she is? That’s lovely! I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you dear, I don’t read all the gossipy stuff. I’m not up to date on current affairs. So... what’s a young Witch like you doing in a little village like this?” I was about to answer, when Rose spoke over me, making me slightly frustrated, but also very little in the process. “Ellie is staying with me for a while whilst I tutor her.” “Oh that’s lovely. You’ll learn a lot from young Rose here, she’s a fantastic Witch.” “She’s also my girlfriend.” “Oh is she now? Oh I’m so happy for you Rose! I knew you’d find someone eventually!” It was Rose’s turn to blush. “Umm... Rose?” I asked, shyly. “Yes sweetpea?” she continued looking for the problem, but she still didn’t see the fracture. “Umm... I think I spotted the problem.” “You have? Show me.” She moved aside and I crept up to Mrs Timpson, pointing at the spot where I noticed the problem. “There’s a hairline fracture just there. In her aura.” “Let me see... oh well look at that! She’s right!” “Umm... I was thinking... maybe if you infused that tea you made for her the first time with a bit of light magic... like I did against you... maybe it would repair it?” “See what I meant, Mrs Timpson? A very talented Witch!” I wiggled a bit on the spot. She hadn’t called me a good girl exactly, but I figured that was only because of granny here. But I knew she meant it. Rose prepared the tea, calling me over to channel a bit of light magic into the bud. I felt like I was her little helper, which made me feel even smaller. But I figured that I had to learn how to keep my little side hidden around others. It was all still very new to me. “Not many people would have noticed that, well done babygirl!” Rose whispered to me as she poured the tea. Offering a cup to Mrs Timpson, the old woman proceeded to drink it. “Oh that’s much better! Thank you, both of you!” “Well it’s mostly thanks to my little Ellie here. I don’t think I would have noticed it without her help. You’ll find the problem shouldn’t return. I have no idea what caused it, but it’s repaired now.” “Well thank you Ellie. I’m really glad Rose found someone, especially someone so beautiful and talented as you!” “Fa... Thank you Mrs Timpson.” ‘Good save Noelle...’ “Now Ellie, I have something private to talk to Mrs Timpson about. Why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me to finish. I’ll be up shortly then we can get to work on the garden.” “Umm... okay?” I didn’t want to intrude, so I shut my mouth and wandered upstairs. As I walked along the landing, I felt tingles around me and suddenly my outfit changed back to the onesie and thick nappy I was wearing before, although for some reason it was much thicker than before, causing me to fall to my knees, unable to walk due to the thickness of the nappy. I looked up and in front of me was a purple, shimmering illusion of Rose, looking down at me with a grin on her face. “Be a good little baby and go wait on my bed for me... I won’t be long little Ellie..." So I did as I was told, crawling into her bedroom and climbing onto her bed, excited at what she had planned for me. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next 4 chapters are available on my Patreon, which can be found here if you go for the second tier. You get two weeks early access to chapters of Witch in Training. The first tier is purely for supporting my writing. Access to my Discord server is included with both tiers, where people can discuss early access chapters, although it seems most of them use it just to tease me ? New chapters every Wednesday/Sunday! Don't forget to check out my third story, Glitch in Nanny!

Hey guys, it's been awhile. Sorry about that. I was planning on releasing the rest of the story all in one piece; but since the ending is giving me problems, I decided to buy a little more time, and separate chapters differently, which leads to today. Thanks for your patience. You guys make it fun to write, and I appreciate it. As always, thanks for reading. 29 For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. It’s a law of physics. All at once, the energy generated by his attention-grabbing efforts, his 'complete baby mode', turned against him. Equally countered by the enthralled women now in ‘complete mommy mode’, as evidenced by the shining eyes, flushed cheeks, and freaking darling smiles. They aww’ed and coo’ed, gushed and giggled, taking delight in the way he squirmed as their voices rose a collective octave. Mrs. Hartmann was the first, and loudest. “Now, there’s our little bundle of joy!” “Yeah, a bundle full of poop,” Charity joked. “He’s still super cute,” Marisa clarified, “even if he is stinky.” They were transformed, alright. Turned into something between mommy and monster, and they were on him in an instant, invading his personal space and preparing to pounce. However, Marisa's quick change of perspective shouldn't have come as a surprise. Moments before, she wanted nothing to do with him, but now she thought he was ‘super cute’. The image of Adam in a footie with pooped pants became somewhat of a Rorschach's test, where her addled mind registered 'cute baby' rather than 'ewww disgusting'. The Entity had that effect. Adam knew it was there, but he doubted that a casual observer could work past the baby talk, see behind their false faces, or recognize the malice in the way they held their hands. Their fingers were fully outstretched, whether they were ready to coddle him or throttle him, it was anyone's best guess. "I just love the way he looks in his baby clothes, don't you?" Mrs Hartmann said to the two girls. "You're going to appreciate those little snappies when you change him, Marisa." "I can't wait," Marisa happily replied. Well, what else should he have expected? He pranced, primped and preened in his Pamper, riling them up. However, this wasn’t all on him. Katie added fuel to this fire, circling the scene, pushing and pulling their mood swings as the moon controls the tides. Her betrayal was still fresh on his mind as he did that statue thing again; his feet firmly rooted into the floor, unable to move away. Even if could, where would he go? Marisa instructed him. “Adam, we need you to stay still while we clean you up." "You don't need to- " Adam couldn't finish, because there was nothing to say anymore. No way to properly convey his thoughts, or defend his actions. He messed a diaper in front of them. So he stood still as he was told, and not just because he wanted to play the part of a good baby. There was something primal in the way he felt after pooping. A vulnerable sentiment carried over from the early days of cavemen. One that made him just want to hide away, to curl up into a ball and disappear into the nether, and become void and formless like the Entity before coming through the door. “You’re just the most precious little pooper we know,” Mrs. Hartmann interrupted his inner nihilistic fantasy with more crazy baby talk. "He's such a little shnoopkins, with a poopsie-woopsie, and I just can't get enough of those bouncy baby bumpies.” Great, the MILF was making up words now. Unfortunately, Charity wasn't faring much better. The blonde cheerleader was heavily panting and pulling at her shirt, especially the areas around her breasts. Somehow, she was terribly turned on by the spectacle of him in a messed diaper. The new star of the show, Marisa, just beamed like a lighthouse in the dark, practically emitting in measurable wattage. She had that ‘spotlight look’ about her, like it triggered an innate sense of being alive. Her very own form of artificial sunlight, radiating in the warm afternoon rays that filtered through the large windows. She shimmered as she slid so uncomfortably close to him, so close he could almost taste her strawberry shampoo. So close that she could smell him, but he doubted that his essence was just as fruity. She leaned and lowered herself until she was his height, hands on her knees, a wicked smile stretched across her face. A few strands of her hair fell free over her green eyes, she took a curly lock and slid it behind her ear. Every tension-ratcheting second of intimate silence made it unbearable to be in front of her. Adam felt so ashamed of what he had done. He wished he was an extinct caveman, hidden under hundreds of sedimentary layers of stone, down with the dead dinosaur bones. Marisa finally broke the ice. “It looks like we’ve caught ourselves a poopy Pikachu.” The Entity would destroy his love of Pokémon as it destroyed him. His hobby, and his personality built upon it, was now collateral damage. “This little guy can’t go play with his Pokémon friends if he’s got a messy bottom,” Marisa cooed. “Can he?” Then she repeated with a darker tone, “Can he?” Adam found himself nodding in agreement. A natural defense. He had fully entered toddler territory, where the fear becomes larger than the mistake, and the complying body just wishes for it to end. His inner Entity was nowhere to be found. Adam had expected old ‘blue eyes’ to take over his body at any moment. However, the icy feeling never came, it was like it finally relinquished control over him. “He's our little stinker!" Mrs. Hartmann continued to gush like a fountain. "And that's a fully loaded diaper, which means we've got work to do." Charity picked up the blue baby elephant rattle and the tiger-striped tambourine, and re-evaluated her role in this charade. “I’ll distract him with his wittle toys, while Mars does the dirty work.” They each positioned themselves in preparation for whatever came next. Mrs. Hartmann shifted herself to his left, and Charity slowly moved around behind him, while Marisa remained right smack in the middle. That slow ratcheting tension was reaching its peak, it became excruciating to turn the wrench any longer, because it was all about to burst. It was coming, that final fight. That bubbling resolve proved to be stronger than the desire to be a complying toddler. It woke him from a standing sleep. Adam replaced the thumb in his mouth with the yellow pacifier, he wanted both hands available to fend them off, and he doubted any last second sassy quip was going to change anything. Every tiny sound was painstakingly loud, including his own heart, beating as fast as a trapped rabbit. “You know." Marisa drummed a finger against her chin. "I think I know just what you need.” He needed to get out of there, but Katie was his only plan B, and she was behind this entire nightmare. Now that he messed himself into a corner, he had nowhere else to turn. The perfect execution of a perfect trap. Adam began to softly cry. It wasn’t fair. “Oh, don’t get so upset,” Marisa mocked him with a fresh dose of exaggerated pouty lips. “Let’s get you into a nice, fresh Pamper, and you’ll be back to ‘playing with your toys’.” Pure animal instinct took over — Fight or flight. Adam feigned a step to his right, then bolted left, but it wasn’t nearly enough. They had him. In seconds, Charity somehow pinned his arms behind his back, and Mrs. Hartmann lifted him by his ankles before his feet could hit the floor. At first, he was able to kick free, but that was a temporary condition. He bounced around like a drunk bunny, sodden diaper sagged and bobbed as he fought against the empowered grip of the blonde cheerleader behind him. “Quit squirming, kiddo.” Charity grunted into his ear. “You need to be changed and you know it.” Adam put up a good fight, he twisted in their grip, his feet peddled the empty air in a final, futile temper tantrum. Mrs. Hartmann regained her firm grip on his ankles, this time with hands too strong to break. That’s when his legs became a pair of pistons, pressing against the older woman, which was just as useless as the kicking. He cussed through his pacifier, arched his back, and put all he had into this last fit. Then all at once, the fight left him. It took everything he had to breathe, he was forced to soak it all in as the tears began to stream down his scarlet cheeks. Despite all of his fury, he was in their hands. Adam had a better chance to make a stand against a moving vehicle, or an oncoming tide. It was no use, he was going to end up hurting himself, working himself into a frenzy wasn't going to slow or stop this diaper change. A diaper change he needed. “Looks like he tuckered himself out, they always do,” Mrs. Hartman observed gleefully as she began to playfully swing him from side to side as Charity followed suit. The cheerleader added, “Maybe after he’s changed he can take a little nap, a crap then a nap.” “Yeah, he’s literally pooped out,” Marisa chuckled. They all laughed at his attempt to fight back, thinking it was the world's biggest baby joke. And Adam hated being a joke. Still, it was useless to resist, to stand up anymore. A calmness came with yet another re-understanding: the Entity was far more clever, smarter and stronger; it was going to win the entire time, and he had to respect that, especially now that he was suspended in the air like London Bridge. This weekend wasn't worth trying to figure out. The teenage girls, unrequited love, psycho aliens, red eyes and blue eyes, weird dreams, overly aggressive retailers, last second massive betrayals. Nothing he learned meant anything, it was only about survival. He should've taken the deal offered by Diane. The colorless world wasn't an injustice, it was an act of mercy. Now, they all saw him as a baby. He would never be free from this nightmare, nothing would push away the bad dream. 'Acceptance' revealed itself again in plain old Times New Roman. The gang remained in place for a bit, gently swinging Adam to and fro, while he contemplated his meager existence. Katie joined them from the kitchen, and he could tell that she enjoyed the show. This was what she really wanted to catch on camera. Probably to get an extra chance to savor his delicious helplessness at a later time, like his pain made for good leftovers. However, she didn’t just pop in empty handed. She brought along a fully packed butterfly diaper bag, bulging with supplies, with a crisp white line of fresh Pampers poking free from a side pouch. Katie smoothly slid the strap off and into Marisa’s hands where it belonged while filming the entire thing. Marisa adjusted the bag over her shoulder until it looked natural on her; she then booped his nose. "Now let's get you out of that stinky diaper." The pink changing mat was pulled free from the butterfly diaper bag, unfolded and upon the floor next to the nice rug. Adam could only watch as he was lowered onto the changing mat, his back firmly against the padding, his mushy bottom pressed firmly against his skin. A revolting feeling only made worse by the fact that he did it to himself. It didn’t appear that they’d go easy on him even in unconditional surrender. Charity yanked his arms over his head, then spread them out as she rested her knees over his elbows. It wasn’t cruel or painful, but he wasn't moving anywhere with his arms pinned that way. Adam violently shook his head from side to side, but he was trapped between the cheerleader’s wonderous thighs, catching an eyeful of her dress code violating short shorts. Mrs. Hartmann removed herself for Marisa to get into prime changing position and gave her daughter an understanding 'nod'. The honey-haired girl pried his knees apart, and dropped down between his open legs. She softly placed the diaper bag next to her, then ran her fingers up and down his footie covered thighs. A gentle tickling, scratching sensation. Then she jestly clawed at his baby belly elicited a babyish sound from mouth, almost like a laugh. Almost. Adam didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he giggled, releasing all of the ratcheting pressure built up in his chest. Marisa began to slowly undress him. Starting with gradually and delicately pulling down the zipper over his chest, inch by precious inch, until it was all the way down to his waist. Just above where the Pamper poked free from the costume, the only thing between her and his used diaper was a long line of snaps along his inner thighs. She smiled as she lifted his shirt, revealing his stomach, spreading her palms across his chest, slowly sliding his shirt up more and more until she revealed his belly button. A cheeky grin returned. Marisa quickly brought her mouth to his belly before blowing an unbelievably loud raspberry against his bare tummy. Adam squirmed, then giggled again. She raised her head with an even bigger smile on her face. How could she be so happy to be close to his dirty diaper? He couldn't believe how much the Entity changed her most basic instincts. However, there was little time to dwell on it because she was back to blowing on his stomach again. During his darkest hour, Adam would have liked to think he didn't giggle like a real baby, but that's not what happened. Her soft fluttering lips on his ticklish skin, and his infantile response, had a disarming effect for the entire group. “I just love their sweet little laughs,” Mrs. Hartmann commented. He could barely make out Mrs. Hartmann beyond Marisa, but he could feel with a sixth sense that she was enjoying herself. Charity didn't say anything, but she was hardly quiet. Her heavy breathing was hard to ignore now, especially as she slowly adjusted her crotch over his face, dry humping the air, and occasionally lowering herself onto his nose on the upswing or backswing of her pelvis. The others didn’t matter, it was all about Marisa between his legs. She was fun and playful, tickling and jostling his belly from side to side from a grip on his skinny hips. Marisa’s calming presence filled the room with metaphorical sunlight. His world revolved around her now. Just basking in her orbit melted the shame from the accident, pulled apart all of the misconstrued wires that made up his inner feelings, as she masterfully took all of his unease into her soft hands, her kind heart, and gave him the empty feeling of a baby lost in the embrace of a caring mommy. But mommy had work to do when it came to his dirty tushie. "It’s best to have all of your supplies ready before you open his diaper," Mrs. Hartmann coached her daughter. "He's already proven to be a squirmy little guy, be ready for anything before you undo those tapes." "Thanks for the help, mom." Oh, Jeez. Marisa sounded so sincere, but it wasn't acting. Adam made the mistake of ignoring the aspect of the Entity that made it so potent to the human condition: the totality of agreement shared between those infected. They were all of the same kind with the same vision and the same ambition. In a sick way, maybe alien takeover was an actual path to world peace, albeit a heavily diapered world peace. "Also, remember to use the butt paste, didn't you say that he had a little rash on his bottom?" Katie didn't answer. At least she didn't outloud. "That's right," Mrs. Hartmann replied to the silence. Telepathy confirmed. The supplies came out of the diaper bag, an already opened container of Huggies wet wipes, a new paste that came in a tube, and their recurring companions, baby oil and baby powder. All carefully placed and prepared in a row. Marisa had her sights on the quiet canister of baby powder, she popped it open, and sniffed the can. Most likely to the same effect as before in the upstairs bathroom, she even licked her lips. Maybe baby powder did make her horny. Her mom asked, “Marisa, are you going to change him or what?” “I just love the smell of baby powder,” responded Marisa. Adam didn't know how many snaps there were, he didn't take the time to count them when Katie put him into the Pikachu footie. It had to have an even number of snaps, since he had two legs, and they ran down his inner thighs. So he kept his legs spread like a good baby. He also found that the diaper naturally forced his legs apart, or was it a natural disposition to avoid the mess against his bottom. Charity did her own leg spreading, and Adam could now see a glimmer of black and white striped panties peeking out from under her shorts. Marisa wiggled her fingers before approaching the snaps of the footsie, starting with ones closer to his knees before moving to the center where his crotch lay. Pop then a pull, pop then a pull. The air chilled him. He’d managed to lather himself up with a lot of sweat during all of the chaos. Also, Adam could feel the calming balm of inevitability, it made his hairs stand up, and was equally cooling as his freshly bared skin. She simultaneously freed both legs from their snaps, slowly, assuredly, making sure that his diaper held up before advancing. Until her fingers were neared his heavily diapered crotch. Marisa nimbly opened the last snap, exposing his dirty diaper for the first time, but she barely flinched from it. She did stop and think, however. Unsure of where to go next. Mrs. Hartmann chirped from behind her daughter. “Marissa, it might help to tuck that onesie behind his back while you change him. Our little Adam may get ants in his pants again, and I don’t want to ruin his only outfit.” “Good idea, mom.” Adam helped her guide his feet free from the footie, he didn’t know why he was suddenly so docile and helpful. Probably because he wanted out of the diaper, but there was also a part of him that just wanted to comply. Just like the day before when they cuddled, Marisa was acting so kind and caring. Way back when the world he lived in made some sort of sense. That world was dead now, and it didn’t even get bagpipes at its funeral. The new world was something awful, but he could cling to the way Marisa treated him like he was the important person in the room. He couldn’t get enough of that freaking sunlight, and how she shared it with an insignificant wallflower like himself. When it came time, he lifted his back to help her roll the bottom half of the footie to safer ground behind him, further away from his messy butt. This fully exposed him to her in a way he would have never predicted before this weekend. It made sense Marisa would be the final dagger. Hers would be the one that cut the deepest, one that would strike his heart. Adam was stupid enough to believe that they could have possibly been together as boyfriend and girlfriend. In that way he was still a child, still thinking that the improbable was possible. Now, he knew better than to believe. “Uh oh, it looks like Elmo fell in the mud,” Marisa joked as she poked near the waistline of his diaper, one of the few parts still pristine. It crinkled around her finger. “That’s okay,” she added as she started pulling out wipes. “We’ll have you nice and clean in no time.” Adam swallowed. Fully mesmerized and paralyzed from head to toe. Rip-rip. Marisa finally opened her present, and Adam prepared for the worst. He felt the oncoming dread as her hands approached the tapes of his diaper. “No need to feel so bad, kiddo. You’re just a baby, pooping yourself is what you do.” Charity must have sensed his anxiety, because she started shaking the rattle over his face, like right next to his ear, and she let out a string of baby talk rivaling the nonsense noise that usually came from Mrs. Hartmann, babbling out gibberish to the tune of the tiger tambourine. “Oh sweetie baby with a messy-wessy diaper. You don’t need to be scared kiddo-widdo. Mommy Marisa will shiny your heiney, and you’ll be back to precious and smelling so sweet sweet. I can’t wait to play with our fresh baby-waby.” Mrs. Hartmann continued to guide Marisa through each step of the change, freely giving advice as soon as the tapes were ripped free from his diaper. “For big messes like this one, you might want to use the cleaner parts of the diaper to wipe away whatever you can, just cup and softly scrape before digging into the wipes." Marisa gave an affirmative nod then proceeded to peel down the front of the diaper, the plastic disposable brushed across his penis, which felt weird. Marisa wiped around his manhood, sometimes moving it out of the way as she gently cleaned her way through his no-no zone. “Let me help you spread him out.” Mrs. Hartmann pulled both of his ankles towards the sky, his back remained flat on the ground as his feet flew airborne, like a Flying V. All of which added to his shame. The unnecessary exposure, and the fact he could feel his mess caked to his skin. His bottom was now the star of the show, the main attraction, and he couldn’t do a thing about it anymore. The best he could do would be to lie down and get cleaned, he'd have to figure the rest from there, if there even was a way to move forward. He tried not to think about anything besides the change, there were too many variables to give him more than enough anxiety, and he already had his fill. Comfortably out of sight, Katie caught this all on camera. Marisa carefully wiping away his mess, Mrs. Hartmann giving her sage advice, while Charity worked herself into a frenzy to the music of the baby toys, rocking back and forth, her raunchy dips drifting lower and lower above him. The cheerleader could barely contain herself, so turned on that she wanted to ride his face like he rode that poor unicorn pillow, regardless of the audience. She growled as she briefly planted herself onto his mouth. “Adam, you’re such a dirty little baby boy.” Surprisingly, Marisa was calm and precise for her first diaper change. He couldn’t tell whether it was Entity or natural maternal intuition kicking into gear. As the wipes moved up and down in a scrubbing motion, a pile formed from the dirty discarded ones as Marisa de-pooped his bottom. Her mom shifted his legs back and forth to help with angles, unseen nooks and crannies, Marisa worked her way through his diaper disaster one wipe at a time, maybe she was decent mom material after all. Marisa asked, “Am I done?” Mrs. Hartmann curtly answered. “Not yet, you might want to spread his bottom a little bit. There are probably some spots between his cheeks. Here, let me help again.” Suddenly, Adam’s legs flew even further over his head, he was now in a position he would have previously thought impossible. An instant reversal of body, his legs formed a wide angle towards the ceiling, his back as curled as a question mark. Adam peered up into his previously powdered penis, not messy anymore but not fully cleaned from talcum either. “This is so fucking hot.” Charity whispered uncomfortably loud as she got a close up of his crotch, her gyrating hips now had a mind of their own. The new position gave Marisa full access, and she took advantage, digging deeper into his crack with a wet wipe until she was satisfied with the clean. They were careful about shifting him out of 'pretzel form' and returning him to the floor. The discarded diaper was already sealed in a plastic bag, along with the graveyard of spent wipes, and Mrs. Hartmann was heading to the trash can. Adam readied himself for a fresh, new diaper. "Oh look," Marisa squealed, "your friends Ernie and Bert are on your diaper." Goodbye Elmo, Hello Ernie and Bert. She held it up for him to see like he cared. But, in some way, he kinda did care. There was just so much sunlight within the way she looked at him. A powerful feeling that he didn’t want to shake. Marisa was all he wanted to see, her touch was all he could feel, and the love deep within those kind green eyes was where he always wanted to be. Adam knew better than to think that this wasn’t the Entity. He’d never get that loving, longing smile from her without the alien intervention. He craved that look, it made him want to poop his Pamper again and again. It made him suckle harder on his pacifier, he hungrily stared at her breasts revealed by her low cut shirt as she leaned over him. Marisa was an incredible mommy, he was so lucky to have her. "You're such a sweet baby, Adam." Marisa smiled as he spread himself out in front of her, she continued to radiate joy and happiness. "You're the best baby a mommy could ask for, a precious sweet bundle of joy, and you're quite the cutie. Isn't that right, Chars?" Charity was still midthrust over his head, panting. "Yeah, that's right." “That's right, Adam. Let me slide this diaper right underneath that clean tushie of yours.” As promised, Marisa smoothly slid the new diaper under that clean bottom of his before folding it over his crotch. She was about to tape him up when Mrs. Hartmann cleared her throat behind them. "You're forgetting to powder, lotion, and treat that bit of diaper rash." Marisa turned to her mother. "Thanks for reminding me, mom. I don't know what I'd do without you." The cool baby powder showered upon his crotch like a refreshing talcum waterfall. The baby lotion came over like a warm summer wave, while the butt paste felt like butt paste, and her probing finger was a little too invasive for comfort. No penetration, but there was definitely a threat, an enemy at the gate. Charity gasped as Marisa drove it home between his cheeks. Too turned on to hide anymore, openly convulsing in front of everyone. Was her hand in her shorts? The commotion earned a raised eyebrow from Mrs. Hartmann, turns out public masturbation is where she draws the line. The hot mom asked, "Charity, do you need a cold shower?" "Yeah, I got to — um, you guys got the kiddo?" The cheerleader finally removed her crotch from his face and her knees from his arms, but not before giving a final parting kiss on the cheek. But that kiss came with a lascivious whisper of a filthy promise. "Adam, next time when we're alone," she whispered, "I'm going to take two oiled covered fingers, really lube them up, and stick them into your ..." He clenched his butt as his eyes went wide. The cheerleader rushed upstairs, but probably not for a cold shower, more like to take care of unfinished business. The guest bedroom lacked the facilities. Adam remained on the floor, halfway into a diaper and halfway out of his trance. "You can leave if you want, mom." Marisa wiped her fingers clean of powder, lotion, and paste with a multipurpose Huggies wipe. "I appreciate your help, but I can take it from here." Mrs. Hartmann gave her daughter a literal pat on the back, plus a soft shoulder rub for a job well done, and she too disappeared out the front door. Where and why would remain a mystery. That left him alone with Marisa, and camerawoman Katie, but the betrayer became easier and easier to ignore. The shining spotlight had a tendency to hide everything else in darkness. Adam didn’t want to have anything to do with her now that he had Marisa. “You’re fresh now, baby.” Marisa taped him into his padded Pamper. “Now let’s get you out of this ridiculous costume.” Adam became the human banana as she peeled him free from the footie, he was now naked except for his T-shirt and diaper. She pulled his T-shirt off next, leaving him bare chested, and only in his Pampers. She pulled him into a tight hug, and he didn’t fight her away. Adam was desperately lost in her care, her knowing smirk, radiant eyes, soft lips. Her skin felt warm next to his, as they breathed in unison, the rising and falling of their chests in tandem. She was so close to him. Man, he wished he could just stay like this forever, remain in her arms. He’d learn to put up with the diapers, or had he already come to appreciate their nature? It was okay to be helpless, because it was free from responsibility. Also, the diapers gave him Marisa. She never looked at him like this when he pretended to be a big kid. He could be her baby, she his mommy, and life would go on in Lovington as intended. No one would know any better, he’d fade into the floral wallpaper, and become one of the forgotten lost to its weird ways. He would give them what they wanted, he had finally learned to love ‘Big Mother’. Dystopian feelings aside, he sometimes wondered whether it would be easier to be happy if he became someone else, becoming more like what others wanted from him. That way his deviancy from normalcy, and lack of backbone, would become more a character trait instead of a fatal flaw. If he was more naturally inclined to be a baby, then maybe the Entity was right about him, or right about everything. However, he still hated Diane. Enough thoughts, just focus on Marisa. Her presence was music, a symphony to his senses. She was beautiful in the soft glow, she smelled of strawberries and candy, she felt like a warm blanket on the coldest day. All of the harmonies, melodies, the rise and fall of culminating movements, the sound of a masterpiece that flowed from instrument to instrument. She shushed him without a word as he pulled at the pacifier with his lips. They looked into one another, lovingly and longingly. She cradled him in her arms, he was fresh and free, padded in comfort, his diaper crinkled as he rubbed his thighs together. A reaction started in his diaper, a hardening appreciation for this intimate moment. Marisa was everything perfect, so freaking perfect that it hurt. A good hurt, but hurt just the same. Marisa nuzzled his cheek with her nose before planting a soft kiss. She whispered, “Adam, I love you.” That’s when it all went cold. This was fake. Manipulated. Entity-stuff — gone too far.

Hello everyone on DD! My name is Becca and I'm an avid little baby girl! Been reading/browsing always lurking Dailydiapers since I was in my teens. Crazy how time can fly by like that.. I've been wearing diapers on and off through most of my life for fun, usually in a few day to a week stint. Always had those little inner desires and daydreams of being a cute little for another, and moving towards wearing 24/7 forever. Daydreams and fantasy aside the 24/7 desire is something that's never left since I was a kiddo. Still wonder if in my early childhood something happened because I turned out to be the goofball girl. Well this goofball girl decided to start wearing diapers to bed in March 2020 last year, and it's been a full year and a half now of bedwetting. My little journey into bedwetting started with drinking two big glasses of water before bed and waking up constantly to practice letting go.. It took lots of practice and patience, and now I can fully say I'm a bedwetter again! I no longer have to drink anything heavily, and wake up soaked.. Something I don't regret at all, even when I visit family or friends. Just pack a diaper in my go bag and keep a few in my car for emergencies.. For me something inside felt satisfied, I could be myself and enjoy this unique but weird new quirk. Work has been fully remote since the start of the pandemic, and now with my job fully transitioned to permanent work from home my desire to be 24/7 feels like the best time to actually start and see how it goes. Will my body slowly start to change just like it did with the bedwetting? Or will it be impossible for me to actually lose more control during the day? Only one real way to find out but I'm super excited about it.. Yeah weird goofball girl thing.. I now have a closet full of diapers, a stash bigger than I've ever bought before. And while I have not yet tossed out my big girl underwear, they have been put far back in the closet not to see daylight again.. I started wearing 24/7 on Sept 9th and its nearly been a full week of wearing 24/7! Fun and cute little space feelings aside, its actually hard to just relax and let go as easily as I imagined. And peeing while standing feels super weird, same with trying to walk.. I really wonder how long it will take to get used to it and just relax more down there.. Being a bedwetter actually helps me I feel, as I don't hold anything at night and my body doesn't try to fight me at night time Anyway thanks for reading! I wanted to say Hello, and start a forums thread where I can share my journey for the years to come. Hello new friends!

Chapter 11: Clara’s phone buzzed as they made their way back to the hallway and into room 113, and thankfully distracted her from her anxious thoughts of the woman in the blazer seeing her diaper in the trash, seemingly used. She looked down as she unlocked the screen, and saw a message from Jay there. “Hey Clara, just woke up, remind me never to drink coffee after 7:30, yeah? I slept like sh*t, how about you?” Clara quickly typed back a laughing emoji, then a sleepy emoji before more dots appeared on the screen “You still up for breakfast?” More dots “Or I guess brunch now? … Beth is clinically insane … she already went out for a six mile run, … showered, ate, … and is heading to get her text books” … Crazy, right?” Clara didn’t see any more dots, so despite Stacy talking away behind her about the classroom and her schedule, she quickly typed out, “Damn, better watch out for that one … Wish I could, but I have a bunch of errands to run” … Jay wrote back quickly, saying, “Bummer, but as long as those errands don’t include a mini marathon, I guess we are still cool” And Clara chuckled as Jay typed something else and Stacy said her name. … “tomorrow? I have Art history at the same time you and ‘Forest Gump’ have Bio. We could grab breakfast in the student center first” Clara bit her bottom lip. She wanted to hang out with Jay, and despite their joking, Beth seemed cool too, but what if her plan didn’t work and she was still wearing her-or rather these- uh-oh whatever, the diapers? She looked up at Stacy’s unimpressed frown and made a decision. She quickly sent a thumbs up before clicking off her screen and smiling innocently at Stacy. “Clara, have you been listening to a word I have said?” Stacy asked, hands on hips. “Uhhh… Y-ye-no, ma’am. I’m sorry”, she finished honestly, hanging her head and hoping for pity points. Stacy just shook her head and reached forward, gently tugging the cellphone out of Clara’s hand and dropping it into her purse. Clara started to complain, but thought better of it, and just followed obediently, this time nodding and commenting as Stacy talked her through the course objectives and then led them across campus to the student center where the bookstore was located. Before they checked out the books, Stacy popped off to the bathroom by the cafe, leaving Clara to her own devices for a few minutes, not before asking multiple times if Clara would be okay on her own and musing that it might be a good idea for Clara to try to go potty too. Clara honestly did feel a bit of an urge for the bathroom, but it wasn’t just to pee, and she wasn’t going to do that here in such a public bathroom if she didn’t need to. She certainly wasn’t going to let Stacy follow her into the stall and take off the diaper in such a crowded restroom, even if the noise would be muffled a bit by the chatter. It was way too public. She remembered holding her used diaper as she exited the stall this morning, and shivered at the thought of doing that here, where no less than six women were chatting as they washed their hands or fixed their hair and makeup in the mirrors, stall doors opening and closing as people streamed in and out. So Clara shook her head and said, “I’ll be fine, I don’t have to go. No really”, and Stacy had told her to wait right there and disappeared through the door as three laughing women emerged. Clara looked around, yawning and decided that a bit of sucking up couldn’t be a bad thing, so she walked a few yards to the coffee counter and ordered two venti cappucinos from the bored looking forty-something in a dark green apron. She rubbed her eyes, feeling exhausted from the morning of silently stressing over her skirt and the sound of her diaper, exploring campus, and trying to remember routes to her classes all while being on her best, sweetest, most compliant behavior to show Stacy she was mature. She wanted nothing more than to head back to the dorm for a nap, but that didn’t feel especially mature. So she found herself sipping the hot beverage, and holding onto Stacy’s when someone tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to jump and, choking, spill coffee all over her shirt and arms, dripping onto the grey speckled carpet beneath her shoes. “Ooh, Clara, I’m so sorry!” Came Beth’s high voice as she quickly turned to the counter and grabbed a bunch of brown napkins, dabbing at Clara’s arms and collar. She started to bend down towards the floor, and Clara realized what she would see if she looked up. Without thinking, she bent down herself, thinking of grabbing the napkins from Beth and hastily blotting the spill, but stopping at the two coffees in her hands. She heard giggles from behind her and, eyes widening in horror, stashed one of the cups between her arm and chest, and reached back to feel the bottom of her diaper. She couldn’t be positive, but it felt like it was sticking out beneath the hem, her skirt having ridden up her thighs as she bent. She stood up abruptly, spilling more coffee, but pulling Beth along with her, face glowing red. “-didn’t mean to scare you, I was just grabbing my books when I saw you. I’m so so sorry, Clara. Here, let me get you another coffee?” Beth smiled apologetically down at the smaller girl, gesturing towards the coffee counter. Clara chanced a quick glance behind her, but didn’t see anyone looking her way. She told herself that the laughter must have been unrelated, and that her diaper must have remained hidden despite her slip up. She reached back to adjust her skirt before pulling the somewhat crushed cup out from between her arm and chest, setting it down on the counter along with her own, and replacing the top. “N-no, it’s okay, it isn’t your fault, I’m just clumsy sometimes, no harm done” Clara squeaked as she dabbed at the drips on the side of the two cups and on her shirt. Beth insisted on getting her a cookie to apologize, however, and so as Stacy emerged and found them, graciously taking the coffee Clara held out, she found herself being handed a large, warm, chocolate chip and m&m monstrosity. “Um, thanks, Beth, you really didn’t have to do that”, Clara said, but Beth just smiled back, saying “yes, I really did. Sorry I scared you so badly, I just wanted to see if you wanted to pick up your books with me and maybe hang out for a bit” Clara looked up at Stacy, biting her lip. Was she allowed to go off on her own? Would she even want to, dressed as she was beneath her skirt? Wouldn’t it be better to avoid a potential friend while she was in such a compromising situation, and meet up tomorrow when she was back in underwear? “Uh, sorry, we have a bunch of things we need to get do-“ but Stacy’s cheery voice cut her off. “Oh are you making friends already!? Of course you can hang out!” Stacy practically squealed, before Beth looked up at her quizzically. “Oh, yeah, Beth, this is Stacy, my- uh- with the scholarship program I told you about. We have to run a bunch of errands, but maybe we can hang out tomorrow?” Clara asked, blushing as Beth awkwardly greeted the older woman. “Nonsense, Clara, you and your friend can go get your books and I’ll wait at the tutoring center for you,” Stacy trilled, then leaned in so only Clara could hear, “do you need a change first?” Blushing, but glad to rid herself of the embarrassing babysitter, she shook her head subtly and quickly said her goodbyes, retrieving her phone and promising to meet back at the tutoring center in 45 minutes. Things went well at the bookstore. She actually really liked Beth, the girl was quieter than Jay, but funny, willing to be silly and seemingly not embarrassed by much. She jokingly held up a bib with the university logo, and said she was ready for her own nanny it it meant a scholarship, but quickly backtracked when she saw Clara blush. “I’m joking, seriously, girl, we all put up with crap to get those ‘ships, I went to prom in a dress made entirely of duct tape for one myself”, Beth quipped, then held up a roll of cheetah print duct tape, making Clara giggle. “But seriously, she’s kind of a lot. You don’t have to deal with her all the time, do you?” She asked, as they walked back towards the course books section, pulling out their book lists. “Um, I mean yeah, she is kind of…” Clara started, and she wasn’t sure what to say. Stacy did treat her like a little kid sometimes, and she didn’t like her rules, but she had also really helped to look out for Clara when she needed someone. “A lot”, Beth finished, sympathetically, relieving Clara of the need to sort through her own feelings about the woman who had not just sparked and diapered her, but also wiped her tears and rubbed her back while she cried. After splitting up with Beth, Clara found herself in a bit of a pickle. She now really had to go to the bathroom, she thought, shifting carefully, books weighing the two blue plastic bags on her arm down, digging into the skin there near her elbow. And she didn’t have to worry about Stacy coming in with her, but she still knew that the tapes would be too loud to hide and she wasn’t sure, after this morning and last night, that she could get the diaper back on. She couldn’t risk it falling off as she walked across campus to the tutoring center, and on top of that, she didn’t want to face another spanking or time out if Stacy found out she had taken it off. Especially not when she was so close to proving that she was a good girl and could follow the rules and use the potty. No, she reasoned, she would have to get to Stacy and ask for the potty, and hopefully it wouldn’t be too crowded either. Maybe if she explained that she had to-you know- Stacy would even give her some privacy and permission to go into the stall herself. But just as she came to this decision, the cramps, which had been getting more frequent and stronger as she finished her coffee and searched for used copies of her text books with Beth, hit with a new force and Clara was forced to stand still, clenching her anal sphincter, butt, and thigh muscles as she held on. Her bladder aching, she released the muscles as soon as the wave passed and started walking towards the nearest door. Put in the sun, she had to stop a few more times, pretending to text as she fought the worsening cramps. She always got a weird stomach when she traveled and she hadn’t pooped in a few days. The coffees, soda, candy, juice, massive institutional breakfast, and cookie seemed to have worked their way through by now and she could feel a cold sweat forming on her temples and across the back of her neck as she stopped again just outside of the tutoring center. It felt like the cramps were coming closer and closer together, and her heart dropped when she pulled open the door to see a huge crowd inside the lobby, chattering crowds talking animatedly at tables. She took in the smell of fresh coffee, and looked up to see a Starbucks logo above a much larger counter than she had just visited in the student center. Of course, she thought, the only place with bathrooms more crowded than the stud would be here. As another cramp hit her, she pretended to be waiting to hold the door open for a group of what seemed to be professors, dress shoes tapping across the floor, but for one pair of sneakers. She looked up at the sound of a familiar female voice, cheeks red, trying not to be seen as she fought to hold back her bowels. But the professor from earlier smiled at her and waved her colleagues ahead, calling after a tall brunette man with a goatee, “can you order mine with oat milk if they have it, John?”, before turning back to Clara, who was looking around for Stacy as the wave died down. “You coming through, or is this a new work study post that I’m not aware of?” The woman chuckled, gently pulling Clara away from the door, and leading her into the air conditioned room with one arm over her shoulder. Clara had not been ready for that, had needed just one more second to hold onto her sphincter, and the sudden movement allowed a long fart to escape, bringing with it the scent of feces. She wasn’t worried about having an actual accident, but that was pretty mortifying in and of itself. The other woman didn’t seem to notice, releasing the small girl and reaching out to shake her hand as soon as they had cleared the entryway. “I thought you looked familiar, we met this morning in Frazier? You nearly scared me to death. My name is professor Yeats, I’m so sorry, I don’t believe I caught your name, hun?” Clara bit her lip, looking up into the kind face. “Cl-Clara, ma’am. Er-professor”. “oh Clara, I love that name! I always used to name my baby dolls Clara as a little girl. How funny”, Professor Yeats smiled down at her. “uh-“ Clara didn’t really know what kind of response the woman was looking for here, but thankfully neither did the professor. “I believe you said you’ll be taking early childhood courses this semester, right?” She practically beamed down at Clara, this time waiting for a response. “Hmm-mmm” Clara couldn’t seem to find her voice, and just nodded meekly as another cramp hit her and she shifted her weight to look like she was just restless. She felt herself grunt softly in her effort to hold back her bowels, cheeks reddening with the strain and embarrassment, but tried to play it off by pretending to have a coughing fit. Though she thought it had worked as a cover, she quickly found this to be a mistake, as the force of the coughing forced more air out, causing the rear of her diaper to puff up for just a second. She quickly tensed up, feeling something other than air trying to escape this time. She felt sure that the smell would hit the professor, but she just smiled kindly down at the girl, and gave no indication that anything was amiss, actually looking away at the busy room long enough for Clara to regain her composure. “Are you here alone, dear?” The professor asked, scanning the room for something, then looking back at Clara. “uh-um- I’m supposed to meet my- um- my-uh-“ Clara started to say, shifting the bags containing her books to her other arm, trying to decide on the least embarrassing word to describe Stacy, when the professor interjected, “oh good, your aid, I remember now, she was with you in the restroom today. Oh dear, please let me take those, I’ll help you find her, it’s always quite busy in here, she’s probably upstairs anyway, away from the name brand coffee fiends”. With that, Professor Yeats chuckled, then hoisted the blue bags off of Clara’s arm, tutting at the welts left behind by their weight. She turned and started walking just as Clara froze and clenched to resist another cramp. A second later she turned quizzically back to find Clara frozen in place, legs nearly crossed in her effort to hold back now both her bladder and bowels. Yeats just closed the distance and took the small girl’s hand, and starting again. When Clara didn’t follow this time, she spoke quietly as if to a child, and squeezed her hand gently, saying, “don’t be shy, sweetie, I’ll help you find her, I know it can be a little new and scary to be in such a busy place, but I promise I’ll be right here,” and she gently squeezed again, “with you until we get you where you need to go”. Clara bit the nail of her free thumb, willing this wave of cramps to pass, and just nodded at the woman to get her to turn away again. But she didn’t. She reached out and took Clara’s left hand away from her mouth by her wrist and said, “uh oh, no fingers in your mouth, Clara, honey”. Freed from the cramps temporarily, Clara tried to remove her wrist from the woman’s grip, smiling indulgently, but was surprised to meet resistance and a “no no, sweetie, I can’t let you suck on your thumb here, there are too many germs”. “bu-but I-I wasn-I don’t-“ Clara started, before Stacy’s voice cut in, saying “there you are, Clara! I was starting to get worried!”.

It's worth pointing out here. If a "Mommy" or anyone else expresses a sudden interest in you without talking beforehand they are likely looking to get money out of you. If they message you out of the blue and seem very forward and rushing thiongs they are not real. If they say they have a nursery waiting but need you to send them some money to buy diapers for you they are scamming you. If in doubt about someone message an admin, we don't judge people and understand anyone can be a victim of scamming no matter how careful you are.

Welcome and hello . It seems that we both started to wear nappies to bed at night near the same time, and like you, I progressed into being a bedwetter over the course of a few months. It's now very normal and satisfying to wake up soaked every morning. It's also very normal to sleep in my onesie, with my stuffie and a paci. I went 24/7 proper in March of this year, although was close to this in the months preceding. The last frontier was work, and given the type of work I do (around people and on my feet all day), it took time to become comfortable with wearing nappies. Slowly, using my nappies at work became easier and easier, and now I don't really give it any thought. To reduce leaks, I tend to wear a higher capacity nappy, although they still happen on occasion. Fast forward 6 months, I'm a little incontinent now due to a weak pelvic floor, and hoping to develop that into profound incontinence eventually. Otherwise, I'm very happy with 24/7, and never going back. I hope it works for you too :).

Citing Talibans, “females are there just to make kids and not to use their brains or to use their aspect to distract men from the important stuff.”?

I've got lotsa plushies (almost all rescues from thrift stores), but Humphrey is the leader of the pile

Page 31 “Boring,” “OK, here’s a nice floral top with a wide gathered neck and poofy short sleeves.,” Alex pushed the blouse up against Dakota, he kind of glanced around the store. “Relax, no one cares.” “I like it,” Dakota said. “Yeah, see the elastic and how it flares out. One of the issues is that you’re still kind of rectangular, so you need clothes that kind of fix that, give you a waist.” “Wow, where’d you learn all this?” Dakota asked. “It’s like girl 101, while you were playing Goldeneye we were reading fashion magazines.” Alex agreed that Dakota would feel more comfortable shopping in boy mode, though she tried to talk him into wearing Dawn’s clothes and some makeup. Instead Dakota was wearing a pair of plain athletic shorts, and a T-shirt he’d got from a 5K last summer, after consideration he’d opted for his bra, his boobs needed it and it kind of helped with the tenderness and swelling. It was too warm for his hoodie and he was very self conscious. The truth was he looked androgynous now, his hair and skin screamed girl, his face and body shape were more boy, but Alex was certain his body was changing in ways that seemed extreme for hormones. Dakota went to another row and kept looking, and his eyes went wide, he lifted up a shirt with Disney Princesses arranged in a heart, underneath it said, “Follow Your Dreams.” “You like that?” Alex asked. “It’s cute, and girly right?” Dakota said. He tossed it in his basket. “This is the Juniors section, but yeah it’s very girly,” Alex laughed. Dakota took his basket to the checkout, he had two tops, a pair of jeans and a pair of shorts. He wanted more but money was an issue. Alex bought a single plain top, and then the woman at the register rang up Dakota. “Aww, this is so cute, what a great deal,” she said holding up the Disney shirt. “OK Mam, that will be $58.64.” the cashier said. Dakota felt his cheeks grow warm and scanned his credit card, “Thanks,” he said in a soft girly voice as he took the bag. “First time mam’d?” Alex asked as they sat in his car. “Yeah, do I really look like a girl?” “Well, the way you’re dressed you could kind of go either way. So if you bought boys clothes she probably would have said sir,” Alex explained. Page 32 Dakota stared out the windshield for several seconds, “I’m going to go tell my parents tomorrow,” he said quietly. “That’s a good idea, do you want me to go with you?” she asked. “No, I think it will be best alone.” “OK, we need to make another shopping stop, and this one will be on me,” Alex said and directed Dakota to the Goodwill. Dakota went straight to the restroom, which was fortunately lockable from the inside and pulled down his athletic shorts and panties. His Goodnite had one little wet spot, he’d had a small accident at Ross, but his strategy of not drinking much and using the bathroom frequently was more or less working. He used the urinal and went back to shopping. Dakota was able to pick out alot more clothes with Goodwill’s prices, a couple dresses, some workout clothes, and even a lacey top with long bell sleeves. He tried stuff on in the fitting rooms since the ones at Goodwill didn’t have an attendant. He quickly realized that to everyone in the store he was seen as a girl and he just went with it, even using the soft and higher girl voice he was working on. They left the store with a big bag of clothes and headed back to Dakota’s apartment. “Thank you so much for today,” Dakota said as they walked up to his door. “No problem, hey looks like you’ve got some packages,” Alex said. Two big boxes with green lettering that said Medium, 3 packs of 12 were sitting in front of his door. Alex had spent some time drawing blood in long term care facilities and knew exactly what was in those boxes. Dakota went rigid, and stammered out a few un-intelligible words. “Dakota, are you all right.” “Yeah, umm, what are these boxes,” he said. Alex saw that handles on either side of the box were pushed in allowing the shiny plastic of the diaper packages on the inside to show. “These are cases of adult diapers, and according to the shipping label they are for you,” Alex said matter of factly. “Umm, yeah,” Dakota quickly opened the door and pulled the cases inside. “Look Dakota this is totally your personal business but if you want to talk about it I’m here,” Alex said.

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@Kif Happy to share and compare girl! For the wardrobe changes, i'm just wearing blouses, skirts, and dresses more so than my usual tights. Going to take a long while to figure out what works best If you have any suggestions I'll definitely try them out. One thing I want to find are very tighter onesies that can hold my padding and keep my dips from showing under skirts/dresses but fit well over my bras and hidden under my outfits. I've not yet read her blog, but I will definitely check it out to see if anything can find anything to learn from. Thanks for sharing With the bedwetting thing, really I didn't focus on much. I would wear thick padding, drink two big glasses of water and wake up constantly overnight needing to pee. Kept on focusing on relaxing and just going. After a while (maybe 6 months?) I would just drink one cup of tea or one glass of water instead. My body would still need to pee but I'd often be waking up quickly to feel the need and just go, then go back to bed it wasn't something hard to focus on and I would easily fall asleep a second later. Maybe like on the 10th month or so I started noticing soaked diapers every few mornings without remembering waking up at all. It would happen intermittently through the months where some nights I'd wake up and others I'd stay asleep. Fast forward to now and I'm soaked every morning, and never woken up by the need to pee. I don't have to drink anything at all at night, though I usually do just drink whatever to keep my throat from not being dry and then off to bed. I've never tried sleeping without a diaper, and even on work trips / family visits I bring protection. No idea what would happen if I decided to test and find out but I definitely don't want to ruin my nice mattress and I love the comfort knowing i'm a bedwetter brings me.. Yeah weird goofball girl here ---- I realized I never mentioned in the first post i'm going 24/7 w/ both ahem #1s and #2s.. Though with the #2s I'm super quick to clean it up I don't want infection or anything where it doesn't belong. It's really easy to wet when i'm sitting but standing & walking are going to take lots and lots of time to practice I feel. It's And I wonder if i'll ever experience going without noticing like at night time. Will find out @Stroller 18 months is impressive! Have you noticed any sort of lack of control? Or do you still have to just let go every time? Does it become easier to not focus on letting go? It's such a struggle in my first week..

Chapter Six Ai's head swirled with conflicting thoughts as her bottom swirled with unidentified liquid. If her Nana had been lying, wouldn't it feel wrong? Wouldn't it feel unfamiliar? Wouldn't she be panicking, instead of dutifully bending over? Was this normal for her; had they done it to her before? Twice? A dozen times? A hundred? How could Ai wage war on an enemy that rewrote her own memories like they were nothing but writing on a chalkboard? "You're doing so well, dear. You've gotten so good at this and I'm so proud of you. There are so many in the Academy who could do well to learn from you. Recite your obedience mantra for Nana, won't you? I'd be so proud." "I... I don't remember it..." Another warm surge of liquid filled Ai's stomach and she whimpered into her bedsheets. The sensation wasn't altogether unpleasant. It made her insides tingle in an unusual way, like she was bubbling inside. But as the flow continued, every minute became more and more uncomfortable. "Repeat after me," Nana said. "I will obey." "I will obey." Ai repeated, in a tone of voice that felt far too familiar with the words. "I need my diapers." Nana prompted, gently increasing the flow of the enema to be a little more aggressive with each sentence. "I need my diapers." My diapers. Ai didn't know why those words felt truer than the others, but they rang in her ears. "I’m a little baby." Nana continued. "I’m a little baby." Why was Ai short of breath? The enema, right? Of course. The enema. It was the enema. Her enema. "I'm helpless" The caregiver continued, and waited for Ai to comply. "I'm..." She didn't want to. She wasn't helpless! But if she didn't say it, would she get in trouble again? Would they take something from her? Could she even stop them? Maybe she was more helpless than she thought. "I'm... helpless." Ai's stomach gurgled and she felt nauseous. Maybe it was the liquid filling her up, or maybe she was angry at herself for saying that. Nana rubbed her back and said the last phrase for Ai to repeat: "I'm happy." She wouldn't say it; she wouldn't give Nana the satisfaction! She wasn't like this before, was she? So docile. So compliant. So obedient. Her Nana rubbed her back, and used gentle movements, gentle motions. She was so kind to Ai, like she wanted Ai to succeed here. Like she was so proud when Ai was a good girl and did what she was told. Was this really so bad...? Was saying it such a lie...? Maybe she just needed to try it on. Just this once... "I'm happy." "Good girl," Nana said proudly, before clicking off a button on the enema hose. Then she slid the little nozzle out of Ai's behind, which caused the girl to yelp in surprise. Ai thought that maybe the awful feelings in her stomach would go away when the hose was gone, but they didn't. If anything, they felt worse. "Up on the bed, lie on your back." "I... I really gotta go to the bathroom," Ai muttered, slowly getting up on her feet. She was warm all over, but goosebumps raised on her arms in anticipation. "Can I please—" Just like before, the thought disappeared before her eyes. Ai stared blankly at the wall, then up at Nana. What was she saying? "You're such a clever girl, Ai. You know how your routine works. You know how important your diapers are." "Um..." "Lie on your back, on the bed, Ai. There's my good girl." All the liquid that Nana had filled her with had to go somewhere, and Ai was sure a diaper wouldn't do the job. But contrary to her belief, Nana produced a thick square of plastic, covered with the familiar print of teddy bears and baby blocks. Ai shook her head and tears filled her eyes. "Please, don't... please, let me use the toilet. I swear I'll be good. I've been good, haven’t—" Nana watched the blank stare spread across Ai's face and unfolded the diaper in front of her. She didn't have time to argue with her charge. Nana gently pushed Ai backward so she was lying flat on her back, then lifted her legs like they weighed nothing at all. Gently, she set her butt back down on the soft padding. The smell of baby powder, the sound of tapes, and a snug tightness enveloped Ai. She felt drunk. "Um…" What had she been saying? Her stomach groaned and churned. "You were reciting your mantra." Ai shook her head. She knew she hasn't been doing that, but she kept losing her train of thought. Why was that happening? Something they did, no doubt. But how could she avoid something she didn't understand? Nana patted the front of Ai's diaper and pulled her up into a seated position. With little effort, she dressed Ai in a onesie, decorated with little cartoon bees, and laid her back down. Four little metal snaps were fastened between her legs and another ache filled Ai's stomach. "I'll be back in a little bit," Nana said brightly and headed toward the door. Ai sat up a little too slowly and winced at the pressure. "Wait, please. I need..." But the door shut behind Nana, leaving Ai alone in her bedroom. When her Nana was around - when she had her attention, her affection, her praise - Ai felt like she could be okay. She felt like no matter how tough things got, her Nana wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. That warmth left the room with the taller woman, and left Ai with a feeling of cold chill and building pressure in her guts. "Please..." She knew that diapers didn't come off. She knew that Nana would be proud of her for using it. But neither of those things helped take away the growling groans inside of her. She didn't want to do this! She remembered filling her diaper in this very room earlier that day, and her brain chased ideas that it must have happened before. Right? She wouldn't have done it so voluntarily if it wasn't a regular occurrence. She did it all the time. That’s why she hadn't fought back more. Right? Ai stumbled to the wall where the door was supposed to be. She pulled at the little crack and waved her hand in front of it like Nana would do. Nothing happened. An ache in her stomach made her catch herself on the wall. After a moment to center her thoughts, she went over to the mirror, but she barely recognized the girl looking back. Her long, dark hair had been cut, pulled up into small pigtails. The yellow onesie that hugged her body showed off her small breasts, lacking the quality padding of her push up bra. The puffiness around her hips, over her butt, and between her legs was almost expected, but the plump belly came as a surprise. She was so full... Another sharp pain twisted up her spine and she collapsed to her knees, with her hands against the mirror. Sweat stuck her bangs to her forehead and the edges of her vision blurred. With a few sharp swings, she banged on the glass. If she could break off a shard, maybe she could use it as a weapon... but it didn't even crack. Worse still, her gambit had raised her heartbeat, hastening the inevitable. And she'd placed herself in front of the mirror where she couldn't help but see. Ai tried to look away, but something drew her to watch, something drew her to behold her own reflection. Why? She met her own eyes in the mirror, those same eyes watching her back. And she realized, with abject horror, that in the absence of an audience to watch her, to praise her, to give her attention... Ai was coveting her own gaze. "Please..." Was she asking herself? Was she begging her own body not to do it? Or was she asking the aether, where maybe a quiet hidden camera would relay her plea to a lone person at a computer screen. Maybe that person would feel pity and save her. But if that was their plan, it wasn't quick enough. She didn't have to push, not like last time. She just had to stop trying to hold it. The liquid spilled out of her behind and soaked into the seat of her diaper. She tried to stop herself, clenching with all her might, but the torrent didn't cease. It quickly became too much for the padding to absorb, spilling between her legs and splashing against her shaven crotch. "Please stop," Ai cried, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. "Please stop..." But it didn't stop. The diaper grew and grew, soaking up more and more of the liquid. The room began to smell, like it had the last time she filled her diaper, but with a faint hint of sweetness to it. And when the liquid was gone, when the girl in the mirror had a normal tummy again, the diaper was so full from front to back that it bulged out more like a pillow than a pair of underwear. And Ai was sobbing. "Oh, darling of mine, look what a good job you did!" As was usual, Ai didn't hear Nana approach or even enter the room, but she was sobbing very loudly at the time. She was leaning against the mirror, chest heaving, legs tired, and she dared not drop to the floor out of fear that the diaper would leak. She felt so utterly exhausted and distraught. And yet. What a good job you did rang in her ears. Ai looked up at Nana with anxiety. She didn't want this! She knew this whole place was terrible, and it was doing terrible things to her. She didn't even know why! But on the other hand... Ai spent most of her childhood with parents who never showed her much affection. Nothing was ever good enough for her mom, and her dad was never around enough to care. Ai had been a straight A student all through high school, and her mom would tell her that she needed to focus if she wanted to keep it up. AP classes, Braille and American Sign Language, after-school volunteer activities. Years later, Ai got into the best college in the state. It was three hours from home, and Ai had to move. Suddenly, she didn't have the constant pressure from her parents to be perfect. When she got a B- in Chemistry, she forged the PDF on her computer before sending it home. In her second year, she dropped out completely. A few years later, she told her parents she got her Bachelors in Engineering. She never told them the truth. And now, this stranger... this awful, terrible stranger was giving Ai more attention and love than she had ever had in her life. And for what? Shitting her diaper? "Please... change me..." Ai begged through her tears. "Change what, sweetheart?" Nana asked sweetly. Ai didn't even hesitate. "Please change my messy diaper, Nana…" Nana was not oblivious to the choice of words. My diaper. My messy diaper. She broke out in a large, gleeful smile when Ai begged so helplessly through her snotty-nosed tears. "Yes, dear, Nana will change your messy diaper, my happy little obedient, helpless, baby girl." It was one smooth motion to pick her up off the ground and smoosh her swollen padding as she set the girl against her hip. Then she gave her one kiss on her forehead as a reward. Ai didn't fight as Nana carried her through the hall to the other room. She wasn't that small by Asian standards, but she was small next to caregiver. The squish of her diaper sent shivers of disgust up her spine. Ai didn't fight as Nana laid her down on the changing table, in the third of the five rooms off the washroom. She let the screen above her lull her into a dissociative state, until her dirty diaper was disposed of and a clean diaper replaced it. Ai didn't fight as Nana snapped up the crotch of her onesie once more and led her by the hand into the washroom. As Nana washed her hands, Ai stood blankly, looking at her feet. Ai didn't fight as Nana led the way back to the bedroom. She didn't try to run or scream for help. She followed diligently until Nana helped her into bed. She didn't argue when Nana called her a baby. She didn't stop her from kissing her forehead. Ai didn't fight sleep. She let it come and take her away from this awful place. It was her first night at Academy I and already so much had changed. Or rather, it was the first night she could remember.

Chapter Seven: Social Dilemmas “Yup. All dry.” Pearce finished giving the front of the diaper a squeeze, leaning back. Grace crossed her arms. “What did you expect? It’s only been an hour.” Wagging a finger at her, Pearce said, “I half expected you to pull a fast one on me to try and get me a penalty. Y’know, wait until I leave the room, crap your pants, start a one-hour timer in hopes that I’ll stop paying attention.” Glancing away, Grace tried to look innocent. She had considered it, but… well, that was a bit of an extreme measure, and she was hoping to avoid using her diapers for that before the bet was up. Pearce didn’t need extra encouragement from her to be hypervigilant - or, well, he did, but not for the purposes of a bet intended to prove he was lazy and inattentive. “Well, I’ll come check on you later then,” Pearce said. “Yeah. Sure.” Grace turned her attention away from Pearce and went back to her computer, designing some templates for a client. She only got a few minutes of real, solid work done before another interruption came in the form of a knock on her door. Leaning back, she tabbed Control-S to save her work before she said, “Come on in.” It was Brains, this time, holding his phone in both hands. “Hey, Grace. Are you busy?” “Nothing I can’t take a break from,” she said, scooting her chair back so she could turn and face him. Her bedroom/office wasn’t huge, but there was enough room for two people to have a conversation comfortably. “What do you need?” He glanced down at his phone, then back up at her. “It’s a social thing? I don’t know if I’m reading this conversation right and I wanted your advice.” “Sure, lemme see.” Grace held out her hand, taking his phone and scrolling through a series of chat messages. “What’s the question, exactly?” “So it’s this guy I’ve been chatting with,” Brains explained, stepping around so he could see the screen over her shoulder. “We met online, we’ve been talking for a couple weeks, and he just asked if I want to go catch dinner and see that new Marvel movie with him tonight.” Grace skimmed the conversation, quickly getting the gist of things. “And? Do you not know if you want to go?” “Well…” Brains shrugged. “Is it a date?” “Oh.” Grace smirked. “Hold on, I’m catching up on stuff.” “Okay,” he said, looking away and giving her a moment to read. After about two seconds of impatient waiting, he started tapping his foot on the ground, not so much in a ‘You’re taking too long’ way as an ‘I’m anxious and want to be moving’ way. “What’s this thing he’s talking about?” Grace asked, pointing to a message. “‘I had a great time last night, we should do it again.’ He sent it a few days ago.” “Oh, we went out to a bar for karaoke,” Brains explained. “With friends?” “Just us.” “Hmm.” “What?” Grace kept scrolling up, until she could skim some of the oldest messages. After another couple minutes, she said, “Brains, as best I can figure, he’s asking you on a third date.” He blinked, and his foot stopped tapping. “What?” “You asked him out for coffee, and then he took you out for karaoke. What did you think, that you were just hanging out as platonic friends, together, alone, and just happening to do date activities?” Grace raised an eyebrow up at her friend. Brains stared back, wide-eyed. “Oh my god,” Grace said, handing his phone back. “You tell that man that yes, you would love to, and for the love of god, be sure you dress up nice for the occasion.” “Thanks,” Brain said, looking down at his phone. “I mean, are you sure? Because I don’t want to misread-” “Brains, look at the selfie that you took together while you were at Karaoke night,” Grace said. “What about it?” “You’re holding hands.” “Oh, well I mean. Maybe he’s just like a touchy person who likes-” “Brains.” Grace ran a hand through her hair in exasperation. “It’s a date. He’s probably going to try and kiss you tonight. Don’t panic and ruin it, okay?” He didn’t seem totally convinced, but he nodded. “Sure. Yeah. Thanks.” “You’re welcome,” Grace replied. “Let me know how it goes, he seems like a nice guy.” Brains nodded, gesturing to the door with his thumb. “Want me to close this?” Grace paused, then got up from her chair. “Eh, I’m going to get something to drink.” “Cool.” He turned his attention to his phone, typing a response to his theoretical beau and ignoring her. Waddling out of her room, Grace couldn’t help but smile. For as smart as Brains could be about some stuff, he was an absolute dunce at others. She couldn’t fathom how he had stayed oblivious to the romantic tension going on, given everything that had happened between him and the other guy. Some people just can’t see what’s right in front of them, she thought, as she rapped on the second door down from her own. “Hey, Pearce. I need you.” He didn’t answer right away, so she knocked harder. “Pearce!” Still no response. She put her ear to the door, and could faintly hear music. Goddammit. Opening the door, she loudly called, “Pearce!” He had on headphones and was sitting at his desk, surrounded by a hoard of empty cans and mugs. The music was blasting in his ears so loudly that Grace could hear it from across the room, and if he wasn’t totally nose-blind to the smell of stale drinks and dirty dishes, he didn’t seem to care. Finally noticing Grace, he sat back and pulled off his headphones. “Hey, what’s-” He smirked, looking her up and down. “What?” Grace demanded. “You just look really cute,” Pearce said, adding quickly, “Like a baby dolly. Just ridiculous.” Grace rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’m thirsty. Can I have some coffee?” “Coffee’s not going to make you less thirsty,” he pointed out. “Coffee and water, then,” she said. “Sure. Let me get to a stopping point here, then I’ll go get it,” Pearce said, gesturing to his screen. “Sure. Don’t forget,” Grace said, closing the door and returning to work. A twinge of suspicion convinced her to keep her own door open, though, watching the hallway. Almost an hour later, she was still thirsty, and Pearce’s door hadn’t moved. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she grumbled. Getting up, she stormed back down the hallway - or, at least, she tried to. It was hard to work up a storm when her bottom was puffy and crinkled with every step. Pounding on Pearce’s door, she waited only a second before throwing it open again. “PEARCE!” He was exactly where she’d left him, sitting at his own desk, music blasting away, utterly oblivious to the passage of time. (What a fucking asshole.) Waddling over, she ripped the headphones off his head, and he started backward. “What the hell?” “You said you’d get me something to drink!” Grace exclaimed, throwing up her hands. “That’s literally one of, like, four things that you have to do, and you already forgot.” He frowned. “Yeah, I was going to do that once I got to a stopping point. It’s only been, like, fifteen-” “An hour. Pearce, it’s been an hour.” Eyes widening, he glanced back at his computer. “Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t-” “Bullshit,” she fumed. “Trying to make me quit because I’m dying of thirst is low, Pearce. Do we need to break out the rule book and add a line specifying that you can’t just deny me water?” He got to his feet, quickly, shaking his head. “No, I- No. I’m sorry. I’ll go get that right now.” “Uh-huh.” Grace crossed her arms. “I’ll wait.” Pearce hurried out of the room, and true to her word, Grace waited stubbornly for him to return. She was half tempted to follow him down and make sure he didn’t get distracted by something else, but even Pearce couldn’t screw this up. (Could he?) After that thought crossed her mind, Grace walked downstairs anyways, glowering at the whole debacle. If Pearce wasn’t actually getting her water, she was going to kill- She blinked. Someone was on the couch who she hadn’t expected. Specifically, a stranger. “Um…” she said, looking down at herself for a moment and back up at the stranger, who was chatting with Melody. Melody looked over, and the stranger finally took notice, staring in surprise. “Uh, hi, Grace,” Melody said. “I didn’t think you’d be done working for a while or I’d have said something. Er... this is BB, the girl I’ve been talking to.” “Which-” Grace shut her mouth before she could say, ‘Which one?’. “Which… um… which way did you see Pearce go?” “He’s in the kitchen,” Melody said. “Thanks. Um, nice to meet you, BB?” BB looked at her. “You, uh. Nice outfit?” She turned pink. “It’s… a long story. There’s a whole bet, and-” Winking, BB said, “I get it, you don’t need to make excuses.” “... sure,” Grace said, unconvinced, as she waddled out of the living room over to the kitchen. Pearce, at least, had stayed on task and had two baby bottles for her, one with water, one with coffee the way she liked it. She took them both. “You’re welcome,” Pearce said. Grace ignored him, her face red, storming back up to her room. She ended up draining the water bottle in a few minutes. The rubber nipple made it slower to drink from than just a regular cup, but she was thirsty, and consistent suckling got the liquid out as fast as she could have expected. The coffee she took her time on, taking occasional sips as she focused on work, blocking out her other grievances with the day. If Pearce forgot about her again, she was going to make damned sure that they added a rule about that. Or maybe she’d just kill him. Grace ignored the other reason why she was grumpy. It was more pressing, but there was less for her to worry about. While, logically, she had known this moment might come eventually, she’d really been hoping that Pearce would chicken out and concede before it came up. That wasn’t going to happen, though. All he had to do until dinner time was check her diaper and forget to bring her water, both things that didn’t take much effort. And she wasn’t going to last until dinner time. Grace really, really needed to pee. Support is never required, but always appreciated! Plus you get bonus content and exclusive stories. https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

I dont care what anybody says. Finding that perfect plush to cuddle with is amazing! Im talking about that plushie you go to when you sleep or are scared or upset or whatever. Then add a comfy diaper and that perfect spot to sleep in. And it doesnt get better than that. My plushie is a true friend.

Hey babies! So after a lot of thought, consideration, and talking with my partner, I have decided to go full on 24/7 for the foreseeable future! I am just finishing my first full week of nothing but diapers, and I honestly feel great. Some background/thoughts/questions are below if you’re interested! I am not *actively* trying to untrain, but I am also not holding my pee at all. If some of my bladder capacity goes away, well there wasn’t much there anyways (long history of overactive bladder). I thought after a full week, I would be burnt out on diapers, but I am weirdly the opposite. I already feel like I can’t imagine going back to underwear/Depends. After saying the above, I also am aware that I have not had to do anything like go into my office (yay remote work!), see friends or family, or spend a large period of time away from home. Once I have a leak out and about or need to change in public, I may hate diapers for 24/7 use haha. I currently wear Megamaxes and can get through a day with just 2 changes (I told you I got a small bladder!). I got a case coming in soon and have turned on auto-shipment so I won’t need to worry. As my partner who is not involved in ABDL stuff (just really accepting) said, “It will be like you have a big making sure you always have your diapies.” I am super open to suggestions for diapers for stuff like going to the office, going to the gym (mainly cardio and I sweat a LOT), or hanging out in situations that might be close with people I know. I used to wear Depends pullups anytime I left the house, but I’d like something a little thicker so I don’t feel like I am diaperless and won’t be instantly leaking if I have an accident. Depends also always broke apart if I had to do any kind of activity and sweat. I prefer pullups for work since pulling up and down a diaper is kind of a hassle in a stall (what with the noise, and then the diaper getting deformed sometimes), but not sure if there are any good pullups? My biggest struggle by far is wanting to take off my diaper after ehm…adult time? I am so proud that I haven’t yet. I just deal with the feeling of shame for a minute and then I am back to normal! Anyways, thanks for reading! I just am excited and strangely proud of myself for setting this goal of not taking off my diapers and sticking with it and I just wanted to share it ?

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Warpiper banned her, not me...but believe me, I agree with the decision We don't have a problem with age-play, and people looking for mommy-types, nor do we "automatically" have issues with mommy-types. But we do try to police the site to weed out the scammers. And Sir Elfy summarized the matter quite well

Avery peered across the room to make sure Hannah was still asleep, before her and Chris made love. Hannah was forced to listen from her playpen a few feet away, all the same. She was only pretending to still be asleep - an attempt to avoid the embarrassing exhibition of asking her ‘friends’ to change her messy diaper... fruitlessly so. “PEWWW...!” Avery scrunched her face as she moved past Hannah’s playpen on her way to the bathroom. “I think somebody made a stinky...” “I’ll get her up.” Chris grunted from the bed. “Grab a fresh diaper on your way out.” “Don’t bother.” Avery yelled from the bathroom. “She’s probably going to have to go again as soon as she gets up. Go start breakfast. I’ll Change her after she eats.” Hannah pouted meekly to herself. She sunk her face deeper into the pillow. This was worse than just asking them to change her an hour ago. When she first woke up. She had already finished messing herself shortly after that. There was no way Avery was going to believe her now though. She hated when Avery talked about her like this. Hannah’s mom used to say the same kind of stuff about her sister’s baby when she was growing up - not to mention, she was going to have to sit through breakfast in a soiled diaper now. a little while later... Hannah was sitting at the table with Chris and Avery. Only... she was sitting in a pile of her own make, squeezed ever so tightly into her high-chair. Eating scrambled eggs, and drinking orange juice from a sippy cup. Avery and Chris were sipping on Mimosas, and eating gravlax cream cheese bagels and caviar. Her blood started to boil. This shit had been going on for weeks. Every passing day she felt more and more like she was actually a baby. See... Hannah wasn’t a baby. In fact she was 22 years old. She was only being treated like a baby by her ‘friends’. It was a slippery slope from too many shots of tequila and peeing her pants - to eating scrambled eggs, with no mimosa, in a messy diaper. She glared across the table, working up the courage to end this pageant of ridicule. “I swear... I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She’s being such a brat. You’d think she would try to act a little more mature if she didn’t want to be treated like a baby.” Avery declared. Talking as if Hannah wasn’t right next to her. Perfectly capable of following the conversation. “Mmmm... You really outdid yourself this time.” Avery had just taken a drink of her mimosa. “Anyway. I was thinking about heading to the store today for a few things. I was going to bring her with me. Maybe she just needs to get out of the house.” That was it... “I’M NOT A BABY!” Hannah bashed her fists on the tray of her highchair. Before shaking it violently to a means of escape. She managed to free herself. She was furious. She stood over Avery, and let her have it. “JUST BECAUSE THIS IS YOUR PARENTS BEACH HOUSE DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I’M A GROWN WOMAN! NOT A BABY!” She screamed. Pointing her finger at Avery over and over. Aggressively. “I DON’T NEED TO SIT IN A HIGHCHAIR... OR SLEEP IN A CRIB!” Tears started to run down her face. “AND... I’M OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK!” She grabbed Avery’s mimosa of the table and drank it with a vengeance. “AND... AND... I DON’T NEED TO WEAR DIAPERS!!!” “Are you done?” Avery reached across the table and took hold of Chris’s Mimosa. “Good.” She took a generous sip before continuing. “First of all... This IS my parent’s lake house. I can’t have you running around making little messes everywhere. It isn’t my fault you can’t hold your pee pee and poo poo like a big girl anymore.” She paused for another strong sip. “Which brings me to my second point... you are in fact a part of the small demographic that does need to wear diapers. Can you guess what that group is?” Avery quizzically teased. She didn’t leave much time for Hannah to respond. “THAT’S RIGHT... people who pee and poop in their pants, like little babies.” One more sip. “AND... I WOULDN’T HAVE TREATED YOU SO MUCH MORE LIKE A BABY IF YOU DIDN’T ACT LIKE ONE!!! YOU’VE ALWAYS ACTED LIKE ONE! IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE RULES... THERE’S THE DOOR!” Avery motioned rapaciously to the front door of the lake house. “Good luck out there in the city, with this covid shit... and you still owe me these last two months of rent here.” She pulled her phone out before Hannah could get in a word. “And good luck with your instagram career... after all your followers see these!” Avery shoved her phone in Hannah’s face, and started swiping through dozens of pictures - a complete compendium of Hannah’s regression. “GO ON THEN... GO!!! I haven’t even got to the videos yet!” “I... I... I Just...” Hannah couldn’t make words through her desperate sobbs. “IM SORRY!!! I’M SO... SO... SORRY AVERY!!!” She wheezed and wailed hysterically. “Please... Please don’t show anybody those... those pictures.” Her face was drenched in tears. Snot was running from her nose. “That’s what I thought.” Avery set her phone down on the table. “Now get these dishes cleaned up, and meet me in the bedroom to get cleaned up.” Avery made stern eye contact with hannah. “Rinse them. Don’t just throw them in the sink.” “Can we... I just thought...” Hannah struggled to find a coherent sting of words that wouldn’t piss Avery off again. “Can we what?” Avery scoffed, purposefully to the contestant. “I Just... I...” Hannah’s body shivered, before going rigid, behind an arched back, and she picked herself up onto her tippy toes. “You just what!?! Spit it out.” Avery said shortly. “UH OH... I know that face.” Chris announced. Finally throwing his two cents into this morning’s invariably festive breakfast conversation. Hannah looked at Chris through wide desperate eyes. She couldn’t stand to look at Avery. Tears started to roll down her cheeks again. She bent her knees awkwardly in towards one another, and lurched forward - favoring a hunchback. she remained almost motionless for a generous amount of seconds. Bar the occasional shiver, and leg spasm. Hannah couldn’t believe this was happening right after that argument. “Someones making a little mess...” Chris continued. “See I told you she would have to go again as soon as she ate something. Never fails.” Avery shook her head hollowly. “Okay... well... get these dishes cleaned up, and then I’ll get you cleaned up, and then... we’re gonna go to the store.” Avery moved towards the door. She turned around right before she pulled it open.” Hannah thought for a split second that Avery was going to tell her to come get her diaper changed before she cleaned up breakfast. A fast burnt fire. “Chris. Don’t forget to mow the lawn, and start cleaning out the garage when we’re gone today.” Avery left the dining room with that, and made her way towards the bedroom. Shouting the whole way until neither Chris or Hannah could hear what she was saying. “Y'ALL DON’T JUST GET TO LIVE HERE FOR FREE... THIS IS MY...” Hannah looked at Chris as soon as Avery’s voice trailed off into the aether. “Please help me Chris!” She whispered manically. Trying to hold back more tears. “You know this isn’t right Chris... We’re friends!”

What are those diapers in the background of your profile pic?? I'm really curious buddy!?☺️? Also, do they come scented and are they super comfy? They look like they are!? Also where did you get them from?!????❤️??????

I concur with the above - Northshore makes some fantastic products. When it comes to situations requiring discretion, I prefer a diaper (something with tabs, either tape or Velcro-like) over a pullup, because there is nothing more indiscrete than a leak, and a pullup is compromised by its one-size-fits-many design. A diaper allows the wearer to adjust the snugness of the leg gathers and the waistband to better suit their specific body type. Moving from a pullup to a diaper can be a psychological hurdle, though, but practically speaking, they are the same thing, so attaching stigma to a tabbed product that is absent from a pull-on product doesn't make much logical sense. Real diapers are generally superior, in terms of range, leak protection, and fit. There are diapers on the market with stretchy wings that look and feel like a pullup once they are on, but that allow for the user to adjust the attachment points on either side, like a diaper. The Prevail Perfit 360 comes to mind - it's built like a pull-up but with tabs that can be repositioned. They're quiet and slim, although they don't offer a great deal of capacity, depending on how long your husband intends to be in one between changes. Rearz' InControl sub-brand has recently introduced a cloth-backed diaper with Velcro-like fasters, called the Active Air. I've been testing them out for the last week or so, and I really like them - they are quiet, reasonably slim, they offer good capacity and leak control, and the fasteners are tenacious and infinitely adjustable. I have worn them everywhere - work, social events, around the house, under shorts, jeans, khakis, or just by themselves, and they are a good medium-range product. To get any more range than these, you have to go to a plastic-backed diaper. Which is most of what I wear - in my opinion, plastic diapers are the best, and can be worn anywhere and everywhere, if you plan your wardrobe a bit. But for people looking for silent underpants with a reasonably slim profile, the InControl Active Air diapers are among the best.

Thanks! For what it’s worth I always look forward to reading your replies.

Weird is just part of life! I think the whole planet is weird.

Greetings @tigercub59 Welcome to Dailydiapers. My Condolences to you. Do not be afraid here we are a friendly group of people who enjoy wearing diapers and also enjoy good company. Feel free to come to the chatroom as there are many people in the chat who love to talk. Explore the forum as there is a lot of content on the forum.

?‍♀️?‍♀️?‍♀️?‍♀️?‍♀️?‍♀️?‍♀️?‍♀️?‍♀️ This is a story, not real life, you still know what the difference is? good luck to you from the bad mad snowwhite ?

First of all, best wish to you. Take time and move not so much as you must. But I think that you heared it, from Hospital too. ? The story really meets my taste so far. That she still wore the hospital clothes speaks for the "advising nurse" ... big smile ? Oh dear Iam so bad mad .... I love my self for that. No honestly, I like your work! But hey, I'm really only intoxicated in fetishism, normally I'm very nice, no honestly, yes really ... belt come out ... ? I happily wait for the poisonous apple, that will undoubtedly came too. If women who can get pregnant are so rare, you don't lock them away for 30 years! Rather, they is used for something completely different, but for that you need specialist staff or very strict foster parents, who look and want after real baby´s and who are not grown women as baby! I think I should scream, one more time for the girl ... lawyer Oh god no ... then the story is too simple, I cant help her ... sadistic smile ... 2 x 3 makes 4 Widdewiddewitt and 3 makes 9e! Really nice work, I will longer follow you both. That’s how long there’s one more trophy from me! They have truly earned selves, especially you WBDaddy for your writing style! ?

@Enthusi you have some of the most interesting post I’ve read on this forum! Thank you

Oh yeah for sure! When I was younger I didn't really like Disney movies, but now I appreciate them for what they are.? They're actually very entertaining!?☺️????❤️

Yeah, that's more difficult than CVS. At CVS, they just text your number, no need to create an account or install an app or anything like that. I hope the app has some use for you apart from the notifications, otherwise it seems like a huge waste of phone space.

Chapter XXVII: Merry Meetings Danny double-checked the address number as he pulled up in front of the house on Cheswick Street. It was by all outward appearances a normal suburban house; a one storey rancher with a two-car attached garage, very much like many other houses in this neighborhood. Somehow his imagination had pictured something less ordinary, an abode more fitting the extraordinary people who lived there. Thinking about it, it occurred to him that the unusual lifestyle of this house’s residents was not the sort of thing that they were likely to want all the world to know about; indeed, it would be quite foolish, as it seemed were his expectations. In a way, it was hiding in plain sight, much like his own deniably toddler-ish attire. He reminded himself that, whatever else it was, it certainly was quite a bit nicer than his dingy little apartment in the city. He recognized Janey’s car parked in the driveway beside a large mini-van with tinted windows that must be Daddy’s transportation. It crossed his mind that such a vehicle would be awfully convenient for diaper changes on the go. Other private activities, as well. Clever. He was indeed, he decided, in the right place. His heartbeat hammering in his ears and his mouth dry, he stepped out of his truck into the warm spring air. Closing the door, he walked up the paved driveway, noticing as he approached the house that there was a 6 foot privacy fence around the backyard. Glancing up and down the street, he saw that such a tall fence was a bit of an oddity in this neighborhood, and, with one-storey houses on either side and behind, that yard would be private, indeed. Interesting. He turned onto the stepping stone path that led from the driveway to the front door. Stepping up onto the stoop and preparing to press the doorbell button, he noticed the large brass knocker in the middle of the door; it was in the form of a teddy bear. Subtle, and yet definitively childish. And, for him, oh so inviting. Silently, he took a moment there at the door, steeling his courage and attempting to calm his nerves. The whimsical knocker called to him, and so he reached up and lifted the little brass bear and brought it down, one, two, three times. Time seemed to stand still as he waited for an answer, and something about these surroundings and his keyed up nerves made the scene seem somehow surreal. All of a sudden, a clacking sound of the lock being worked broke the spell, followed by the rapidly opening door and an exclamation of joy. “Danny!” shouted Janey with glee, rushing out to wrap herself around him in a full-body hug. “Look Daddy! Danny’s here!” “Yes, I see that,” came an amused male voice from inside the house. “Why don’t you let him come inside, sweetheart? It’s rude to leave people standing at the door, and besides, we’re not having dinner on the porch…” Reluctantly, she loosed her grip on Danny, and, still all smiles, took his hand and led him inside. She was cuteness personified this evening, dressed in a pink satin babydoll dress with puffed sleeves, white lace trim, and a wide white sash tied it a large bow in the back. Her hair was in her usual pigtails, though quite a bit neater than when last he had seen her, Though the ties were now white ribbons to match her outfit. On her feet were a pair of cute black maryjanes over little folded-over white socks. Her shapely legs were bare and on full display, the dress barely long enough to cover her diaper. Danny felt a bit under-dressed by comparison, but this did not keep him from appreciating her finery. In all the emotional turmoil of the past day he had almost forgotten how beautiful she was, and seeing her dolled up like this left him speechless. Following Janey’s lead, Danny stepped into the house, where his eyes met those of the owner of that voice he had heard. He was indeed the man from the photo, and, though he was now fully dressed in boot-cut jeans and an untucked button-down shirt, his agreeable facial features were currently displaying a similar not-so-innocent amused expression. His blue eyes had a piercing quality the camera hadn’t quite captured, but there was also a pleasing softness to them, and they appeared to be looking him up and down as he walked in something of an appraisal. What he saw seemed to add to his pleased expression. In her obvious excitement, Janey wasted no time in leading him right up to present him to her Daddy, and before he knew it they were face to face. He had to look up of course, Daddy had about 6 inches of height advantage on him, but was significantly leaner in build and trimmer in physique. Danny’s heartbeat pounded in his ears, his anticipation having loaded much upon this moment, and yet not really having prepared him for it. Shy as always and unsure what to expect, he was surprised when Daddy extended his right hand for a handshake. “This Danny, Daddy!” Janey exclaimed. “Yes, honey, you mentioned that,” Daddy replied with a chuckle.“How are you Danny? Janey has told me a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” “Umm…hi…er,” stammered Danny in response. If Janey had indeed told him ‘all about’ him, then this man knew his deepest secrets, and had even seen photographic evidence! Danny took the proffered handshake, but found himself having real difficulty keeping eye-contact. The hand that clasped his own was long-fingered and somewhat more delicate than his own meaty paw. It met his with a grip that was both firm and strong, but without being unpleasant or overly aggressive. This first physical contact felt good, he felt strangely reluctant to end it. He wondered after their hands separated whether his own grip had been too soft. He wondered something similar about the eye contact; he was very anxious about not being rude, but he was nervous as hell and not sure he could avoid it. These were odd circumstances and he was new to them, but he also felt at something of a general disadvantage with this man. Strangely, he made him feel little, and it seemed to him that he was behaving like a little boy in response… “Janey… uh… well, she’s told me a lot about you, too…uh…,” Danny continued shakily. “I… I’m not sure what to call you…” “Ah! Well,” Daddy replied, laughing at the understandable mix-up. “I’m David, or Dave if you prefer. Sorry, I should have introduced myself properly. I know Janey rarely calls me by my name!” “Nice to meet you… David...,” responded Danny, still finding it difficult to look this man in the eyes, though at the same time finding those eyes somehow mesmerizing when he did glance up into them. “I… I wanted to… to thank you for the invitation…” “No, it is we who should thank you for coming!” replied Daddy magnanimously, again laughing merrily. “I’ve wanted to meet you since Janey first mentioned you, but I wasn’t sure you would want to! A pleasant surprise, and even moreso that you agreed to come so soon! Welcome!” “I… uh… well, I… I’m not sure…,” stammered Danny, taken aback by the warmth of Daddy’s response. “Of course you’re not sure!” Daddy responded with a laugh. “That is why I introduced myself as David, and shook hands with you man to man instead of giving you a hug. Janey told me you’re shy, no shame in that here, my friend! In fact, it’s more than a little endearing! That you don’t want to dive into our little family with both feet is more than a little understandable. Indeed, I’d say it would be the smart way to go for anyone…” “Well… uh… that’s…um… good to hear…,” was Danny’s halting response, though it truly did make him feel at least a little better. “Yes, yes! One step at a time, surely!” Daddy said, beaming. “Tonight, we have dinner and get to know each other. Although… well, I see from your attire that you are in your toddler mode, as it were, and if my eyes do not deceive me, that extends to your underwear…” “Uh… um… yeah...,” replied Danny, his face turning bright red. “Is… is it that obvious?” “Not too obvious, no,” responded Daddy. “One might say I know what to look for more than your average fellow! I take it as a good sign, actually, that you trust us enough to be yourself. I hope you will always feel that you can be yourself here. Why don’t you pull out your pacifier, if you have it with you, clip the tether it to your shirt? I can lend you one if you forgot yours…” “Well I… I…,” came Danny’s halting reply as, still blushing, he fished into his pocket and produced his binky. “I… er… I figured you already knew, so…” “Quite right!” said Daddy, again chuckling. “May I?” With that, he reached out his hand toward the pacifier Danny had just pulled from his pocket. Hesitating for a brief moment, Danny placed it in his hand. Daddy opened the clasp, and then ceremoniously clipped it onto the collar of Danny’s shirt. It kind of reminded Danny of a military medal award ceremony; he had never served himself, but he had seen them in movies. Finally, Daddy picked up the actual binky and offered it to Danny, who, not without a nervous pause, nonetheless opened his mouth to accept it. Danny found it to be a somewhat intimate gesture, and surely a parental one. And it felt good, as far as it went. Daddy also enjoyed it, reflecting as he did it that Janey was right: this “little” fellow was damn cute! “There ya go, tiger! Much better!” said Daddy, sporting a broad grin. “As I was going to say about your attire, while I am usually the one who handles diaper changes around here, I’m sure Janey would be happy to do the honors when you need, if you’re not comfortable with me doing it. I can make myself scarce for that, too, if you prefer. I’m pretty sure she’d like to play with that big dingy of yours again …” Daddy’s grin morphed into a full on naughty smile with his last comment. Janey giggled, and both hers and Danny’s faces became a glowing crimson. His eyes seemed to be intent upon the details of the rug that dominated their living room floor, and he found himself greatly appreciating the comfort provided by the suggested pacifier. “Janey, sweetie,” said Daddy, turning to his little girl who had been raptly observing their conversation. “Why don’t you show Danny your room while Daddy finishes getting dinner ready?” “Okay, Daddy!” she said cheerfully, grabbing Danny by the hand and dragging him toward the bedrooms…

There was another episode when they're waiting in line for something and Raj discloses he's got the Stadium Pal on.

@DailyDi when I get the next payment for my business. I will send you some money to offset the cost for the range. If anyone else wants to help @DailyDi with his range send him a pm so he can direct you to where you can send him some money.

She claims she wants to touch your peepee for money

There was also the episode where Amy said she was distracted because Sheldon had put on extra baby powder. And another episode where Bernadette and Raj were comparing Howard to a baby and Raj left saying Howard needed a diaper change

Hi @Nancy2 Being incontinent both ways, I recommend Northshore Products: Northshore GoSupreme Pull On Underwear These things appear to be great products, and I say that, because they are designed for those that need the ability to USE them for what they are meant to be used for. They are NOT something that you would wet or flood through, but they are cloth backed, comfortable, and breathable and low profile. I was lucky enough to get a sample of the Pull On Underwear, which I will be happy to test and report back on, if you would like me to. and Northshore Supreme Tab-Style Diapers If you need a discreet daytime diaper, I recommend the Northshore Supreme and Go Supreme diapers. This is the diaper I have used PRIOR to the Megamax. It is plastic backed, and has smaller tapes, and can pretty much handle daily use. I have some in my supply in case I need them, but I order the Megamax monthly, as needed. These things say they can last 8 Hours If you need a diaper that can deal with anything you can throw at it: that can handle containment and absorption of pee/poop/odor, that can last 12+ hours, I recommend the Northshore Megamax. Northshore Megamax Being fully and totally incontinent, this is the diaper i use EVERY day, and I wear and use 24/7. This is the diaper you would probably want if you wanted the top of the line product, as it is designed for those who have total incontinence, and these are NOT just cloth backed junk, designed for dribblers, THESE are for those of us who have SEVERE incontinence, and they are plastic backed as well. I recommend these, and have my supplier order megamaxs when I need them. If you have any other questions, please don't hesitate to ask Brian

Welcome, and good luck! I started my journey only a month ago--I'm not a bedwetter, but I'm a bit spiral-prone so it might be interesting to compare notes/progress. Have been reworking my wardrobe too (also going thicker) by going a bit more fem; I used to be a jeans casual kind of gal, now trying out different styles of skirts etc since they cover better. Your starting point reminds me of where Serah started too, with being a bedwetter before starting their untraining and going thicker right away in the beginning. Her blog is documented on serah-in-diapers on Tumblr, if you sort by text and ask entries, maybe you'll find some useful or relatable information there too (if you haven't already, haha)? She focused more on the emotional aspects/impacts to herself, which I found interesting. I'm curious about how you attained bedwetting, if you don't mind me asking. I've been drinking a glass before bed (might need to up it) but haven't been practicing waking up deliberately like I do during the day (with a timer/alarm)...honestly, just hadn't occurred to me, but it makes sense. So, I'm assuming you were using an alarm to wake during the night; if so, (1) how often did you wake, and (2) how long did you keep at it? I can't imagine more than a few months of that, due to sleep loss, but it'd make sense. Would be going with a silent/vibrate wristwatch or similar so I don't wake my hubby.

Diappy. I don't want to be a big boy yet.

Thank you I'm excited to see what happens! @sparklezBear That's really awesome news for me, I'm excited to get to where you are It's a lot harder than I imagined in the first week, but will see what happens in 6 months as well! I'm wearing thicker nappies - Northshore Care air supreme 8 hour capacity ones.. Felt I needed to get used to being thickly padded early on. Though i do have some slimmer styles as well just incase I need a small window and wearing clothes which work better with it. Slowly having to work a new wardrobe and outfit styles to fit this new lifestyle decision. Exciting but lots of work.

Welcome Becca! It’s so nice to have you! I’m excited to hear about your journey.

Today I was reminded of this as I accidentally wet my pull up, my Mommy thinks it might be time to wear diapers to work too which is the only time I’m in pull ups currently but being 24/7 since January has definitely changed me and apparently it’s time to live it even at work. It also makes things like the Renaissance festival and vacations much different but I’m still happy with the progress I’ve made and overall happy with my 24/7 decision!

I love snuggling a plushie while cuddling on my Daddy's chest and listening to his heartbeat. If ever I drop my plushie my Daddy plops them back into my arms ? plushies are great, especially when Daddy makes them talk. That said, as much as I love my plushies if I had to pick stuffy or Daddy it is Daddy 110% of the time.

I dont know what started it, but my blog has been blowing up the past few days, its pretty exciting

Haha, thanks! Can say the same, been following along for a while haha. Must say that peeing between changes (whether deliberate/practice or not) is why I switched from standing to laying-down changes regularly. And made a waterproof pillow to lay on. And reworked my diaper bag. Etc. All these things I wouldn't have thought of under regular circumstances! XD

It is for me, but it's not even like a humilation thing, just being in diapers with a paci feels nice and cummies feel nice too

I can't wait to see why candies have to obey and be submisve

And not get eaten by the Potty monster.

Chapter Five After a moment of quiet contemplation, Ai got to her feet. She looked at the room of overgrown infants and then at the open door. With weary steps, she approached the hallway, looking one way and then the other. Empty. These walls were different; they had wooden trim and high ceilings. The floor was marble. Expensive. Ai picked a direction and started to walk. If she could only find an exit... But instead she found a big, open room with a hallway on the other side. A chandelier hung high above her, and a set of grand stairs led up to the next floor. Above the stairs, in large, fancy lettering, was an inscription: ACADEMY I One, Ai thought. Were there others? How many could there be? But with such a thing inscribed above the stairs... it reminded Ai of a foyer. Foyers were always near the front door. Ai hurried to the far wall - opposite the stairs - and started to examine it. No door, no doorknob. But if she looked close enough, she could see little lines between the wood panels, deeper than the others. It had to be a door, right? "Please open, please..." Ai tried to get her fingertips in again, doing her best not to think about her nails, the chipped polish, to not think about what Baby said about missing blocks of time. Is that what was going to happen to her? Was that happening to Baby right now? Would they take something from her? How could she not remember how to take off a diaper? How could they be that powerful? Academy I. She'd seen more than a dozen like her in this building, and Baby mentioned another class. Another dozen. How many Academies? How deep did this go? The door wouldn't open. "Fuck.." "Disobedience in class and swearing." Nana's voice almost caused Ai to jump out of her skin. She turned around to see her caregiver standing between her and the stairs. "Clearly your classes aren't helping. And we had such high hopes for you, Ai." "Please," Ai whispered. "I can't stay here. I have to get back to my—" Ai paused. She felt like the words were stolen from her throat. She looked at Nana with worry. What was she saying? "You were telling me why you had to leave the Academy," Nana reminded her. "R-right," Ai muttered under her breath. "I have to get... I have something to do! I have to go somewhere!" "Where?" Ai stared blankly for a moment and the realization began to dawn on her. They took it. Whatever it was she needed to get back to, wherever it was she needed to go. They took it from her! Tears filled her eyes. "Why did I want to leave?!" Ai shouted at Nana. "Tell me what you took from me!" "I'm not sure what you're talking about, dear. And from the sounds of it, neither are you. If you lost something, and you can't remember what it is, that's just one more space in your pretty little head to fill with lessons. To fill with obedience." Nana stood, dispassionately, with her arms loosely crossed about her chest. She didn't look happy. She knew that Baby's Nana wasn't happy either, not with such a disappointing outcome. The report from Miss Melamine was likewise disheartening. Baby would be dealt with, but the damage she'd done, the paranoia she'd put into Ai... well, no matter. "I'm not staying here!" Ai balled her hands at her sides and tears slid down her cheeks. "I'm not doing any lessons and I'm not listening to you and I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!" "Ai, darling. You're working yourself up. Miss Melamine says you had anxiety problems in class as well, that you were afraid to speak up in front of the others?" "I wasn't afraid! I wasn't... I'm not saying those stupid lines! I'm an adult! I'm twenty-five, and I... I won't let you treat me like a baby!" "You don't need my help in acting like a baby," Nana said plainly. Ai was standing before her in a wet diaper and a party dress, stomping her feet and sobbing and screaming so loudly that anyone in the halls could hear her. "That's... that's not..." "You’re wearing baby clothes, a diaper around your hips, and throwing a temper tantrum. You can argue and fret and fuss and be a baby. Or you can be a good girl. You can grow and be rewarded and you'll become the Candy you've been chosen to be. Baby wants to be a Candy. Kitten wanted to be a Baby. Figure out who you want to be more like, Ai." Nana was always a fan of giving her Candies enough rope to hang themselves, so to speak. "I'm not... I..." Ai was sure she didn't have to choose. She could escape! She had places to go, didn't she? She had someone waiting for her, probably? Or was she making it all up? Was she blaming Nana because she was honestly alone until she got here? Was anyone even missing her? If they missed her so much, how come they hadn't found her? Without thinking, Ai slipped her thumb into her mouth and started to suck on it. Immediately her anxiety began to fade. Nana took that cue to step forward and pull Ai against her chest, rubbing the back of her hair, squeezing her tight into her bosom. A reassuring, comforting gesture. She held her for a short while before playing on the very insecurity she knew she fighting. "The truth is, Ai, nobody is waiting for you. Nobody is looking for you. You had nobody. You were so alone in the world, as a person. Once you join the Candies, and embrace who you can be through obedience... you never need to be alone again." Ai shook her head in disbelief and Nana continued. "You remember your job, before this? Did you enjoy it?" Ai worked as an assistant manager at a grocery store. She didn't enjoy it. It was a thankless job with exhausting hours. She shook her head. "You'll never have to work again. What about your future? Were you ever stressed about that? What you had to become?" Ai dropped out of college in her second year. She wanted to go back, but it was too stressful. So many things caused her anxiety, it was hard to do much of anything. She nodded her head. "You'll never have to worry again. We'll decide for you. Isn't that nice?" Ai reluctantly nodded. It sure sounded nice... but... "I'm not—" She paused and took her thumb out of her mouth. She hadn't even realized she was sucking on it. With less confidence, she finished her sentence. "I'm not a baby..." "You're going to be so much more than just a baby, Ai; you’re going to be a Candy and it's going to be one of the best experiences of your life. You only need to be obedient. All this feels wrong to you because it's new, but this has always been the best path for you. Obedience. Submission. Being trained to be something so much greater than you could have hoped to be. You've worn so many diapers now, is it even that big a deal? You've wet yourself so many times, do you even care? You struggled to poop your padding, but you did it, and you walked around like that - can you ever go back to who you were before that? Is it worth being obsessed over these ideals when you've already changed so much?” Nana could see the struggle in her eyes; she could see the logic overwhelming her, washing over her, drowning her. "I... I've never wet..." But she had been here longer than a day. How could she have gone so long without peeing? And she had to pee earlier, in class, and now she didn't. Her cheeks grew pink and she took a step backward. Instinctively, her thumb returned to her mouth. Nana stepped to match her pace, and she took the girl by her free hand, and guided it down to her diaper. Fingers touched plastic. Padding. Soft. Warm. Squishy. Clearly wet. Clearly wet recently. "You didn't even notice, did you?" "I..." Ai couldn't move her hand. She couldn't because she was paralyzed with the fear that Nana was telling the truth. When had she...? She didn't, but... With a sigh, Nana reached up to Ai's face and took her thumb from her mouth. "And you've been sucking your thumb for days. I keep trying to get you to stop, and you won't. Why not? Because you're a big girl?" "I... I am a big girl..." Big girl. Not adult. Ai shook her head and felt a heavy blush on her cheeks. What was going on? Why was she acting like this? It had to be them, right? It had to be. "You're not a big girl, and you don't even want to be a big girl. You don't want to change your own diapers, you don't want to pick out your own dresses, you don't want to have to give yourself your own baths and enemas. You're a Candy; you want someone to take care of that for you." Ai felt... crushed by those words. Like waves. "Come now, let's get you in a dry diaper. That one is soaked, and I don't want you to leak." Nana took Ai by the hand and led her up the set of stairs, under the huge letters of ACADEMY I, and down the white plaster halls. Ai followed along without an ounce of struggle, her thumb in her mouth, as she tried to figure out everything that was going on. Nana brought her into another bathroom with five doors. Another diaper change, of course. But this time, she took the door on the far right - the final door - and led Ai into a room with a tub. Ai felt small. It was a feeling she hadn't been able to identify or name until that very moment, because that was the moment when Nana lifted her up like she was a child and sat her down on a countertop so she wouldn't wander off. She felt small. Helpless. But...not scared. Nana would keep her safe, right? Nana didn't even punish her for earlier. Ai watched as the woman in her uniform began to get the tub filling. Bright and colorful bubbles in pinks and purples began to flourish on the surface of the water, blooming like flowers. Nana stripped Ai of her diaper and Ai did her best to pay attention. But after it was over, Ai couldn't remember anything about it. She reached for the front of it, and everything went blank. Once Ai was completely naked, Nana helped her into the tub. Ai knew - logically - that Nana had to have seen her naked before, but she couldn't shake the embarrassment. She also noted that her pubic hair was completely gone. Actually, so was the hair on her legs! Once Ai's nudity was hidden by the colorful bubbles, she ventured the question: "Did... did you shave me? Who shaved me?" "Candies don't have body hair - that's a problem for People to worry about, Ai. Obedience is an all-encompassing way of living; you don't have time to dedicate to simple, menial things like that." Nana was pulling a plastic apron on over her dress, which sent a very clear message that she was planning on kneeling next to the tub and cleaning Ai. "I... I still don't understand this place," Ai said as confidently as she could, which was not at all. "What are Candies? Why was I chosen? What's the point of all this? There has to be a point..." "You can have the world at your feet, Ai. All you need to do is obey. When you feel questions like that coming up, I want you to try something for me, will you do that? A little exercise to help? When you have a question to ask, instead say: 'I will obey', and see if you still feel like asking it afterward." Nana knelt down next to Ai, next to the bath tub, and she began to gently clean her charge with a cloth. "I... I know that I'm supposed to obey, but why? I just..." Ai tried to pull away, but Nana held her firmly in her grip. "I can do this myself, you know..." "I just told you: Candies don't have time to dedicate to simple, menial tasks." "But I seem to have a lot of time! I don't do anything but go to these stupid classes, right? I can wash myself." "And you're struggling with the fundamentals of obedience. If you have the free time, you should be using it to remind yourself to obey. You learned your mantra in class today, do you remember it? I bet you remember, don't you?" Ai looked down at the bubbles and put her soapy thumb back in her mouth, frowning at the taste. "I don't remember it..." Ai confessed, only half truthfully. "Then let's go through it together." "I don't want to..." Ai pouted and looked at Nana with an ounce of irritation. "Why won't you tell me? Do you even know? Are they keeping you in the dark about this, too? You just kidnap people off the street and turn them into babies, because someone said we're Candies?" "It's faith, dear. There's a very good reason that you were chosen to be a Candy, but you can only know that reason once you've fully embraced being a Candy. You have to give up any notion of returning to your empty, hollow, lonely shell of a life." With a delicate touch, Nana began to massage shampoo through Ai's hair. "That's stupid! Why can't you tell me now? If I understood this whole thing, then maybe—" Ai sat on the edge of her bed, completely naked. Her hair was still damp, but her body had been towel-dried. She looked around her room in bewilderment, trying to get her bearings. They had time-skipped her. Why? Because she was asking too many questions? She felt an ache of anxiety fill her chest and instantly her thumb went into her mouth. Just then, the door opened and Nana walked in, pulling along what looked like an IV drip. But the bag hanging from the hook was opaque and the hose it was attached to seemed too big to fit in a vein. "You're such a good girl, staying put for me." Ai sucked on her thumb and tried to focus on the situation at hand. "That's..." "Your enema, dear." Enema. Ai knew what an enema was, because she had one at the hospital once a few years ago. It was remarkably unpleasant. Her face soured and she pulled the thumb out of her mouth. "I don't want that. I don't need that. Tell me what's going on around here! Why..." As Ai's train of thought began to build steam, it disappeared off the rails. It was like a magic trick. Why what? She shook her head and stood up off the bed, naked as the day she was born. "You've had a bath, now it's time for your enema. This is always the way it's been, as long as you've been here." The uncertainty, the gaps in her memory, and the painted beds of her nails showed an inexorable passage of time she couldn't pinpoint. Her thumb went back in her mouth. Her enema. She felt warm hearing those words. It was stupid! Saying it was hers didn't make it any less stupid. But it sure did make her warm. "I don't want it..." "Yes you do, dear." "What makes you..." Again, her words seemed to lose steam. Derail. Ugh! Nana parked the IV rod beside the bed and Ai looked up at the milky liquid in the bag. Whatever it was, it wasn't water. Then Ai looked forlornly at the wall - where a door used to be - and sucked harder on her thumb. There was no running. There was no convincing Nana that she didn't belong here. Even Ai wasn't sure she didn't belong here anymore. There were only two possibilities left. Accept it, and let Nana fill her bottom. Or fight. But the Academy had already taken so much from Ai. Couldn't they take more? Ai thought about everything Baby told her, and sucked harder on her thumb for comfort. She couldn't win by force... "Bend over your bed for me," Nana told her, and Ai obeyed.

Hi I'm in Manchester please get back to I have the same problem

@Evelyn Dellcerro I'm sorry that you had to experience that. I'm fairly certain I know who that was, and I know why he was banned, it's not the first time he was banned (and yes I know his last sock puppet was female-presenting), and you are not alone in taking that kind of abuse from him. But I'm definitely sorry it happened. Meanwhile, I would like to emphasize that "slice of life" type stories are welcomed here, along with diaper sex and a whole lot of other things. Me personally? Not into graphic poop stuff. No judgment, lots of people are. But I've written on a great many topics on this forum, and never has anyone told me I "shouldn't write that because people don't want to hear it". I've touched on the topics of aging and dying. I've written about all manner of relationships, including poly. The only truly verboten topic is pedophilia. They will ban you for that. Write what inspires you. If you tell the story well, you'll have an audience here.

Yes I am reposting due to enough people saying they missed the story. I have no idea why the story was removed a third time nor my older stories (which I checked had all their content) were removed as well. This will be the last time I repost this. I plan on finishing this story regardless if anyone reads the story or not. Note I have typed this entire story on my phone. And this has a different first and third person perspective that will switch. To make it easy there will be a set of "*" to signify the switch. Enjoy part 1 Cheryl was a hard working business Amazonian woman who had felt like something was missing from her life. She lived in a nice neighborhood, a great job and could get whatever she wanted, yet that one thing she seemed to lack, ached at her for years now. She was visiting her neighbors and good friends, Alecia and Mary, who always were there for her. Even their little, James. Even if he wasn't able to properly respond anymore after he had regressed she still found him good at making her feel a lot better. "Cheryl. Cheryl!" Alecia, attempted to snap her friend out of a trance. She seems to be in them more and more often nowadays. Cheryl sighed. "Sorry. I didn't realize I zoned out there." "I can tell. I've called your name at least a hundred times." Alecia had exaggerated jokingly to trying to get her friends mind off of whatever was bothering her. She changed her tone when she noticed that Cheryl wasn't even phased to try to respond to the comment. "Hey you look tired. Why don't you go home and try to get some rest. That work you do seems like it's catching up to you." She was referring to the number crunching accounting job she did almost every day of the week. Cheryl picked up on the hint that she needed to try to figure out what it was that had been bothering her. She yawned as she stood up and stretched her arms in the air. "Yeah I guess you are right." She smiled at James, then looked over at the clock hanging on the wall. "I think its just about nap time for James and I." Cheryl and Alecia chuckled when James turned around at the sound of his name being said. He was happily playing with the toys set out to keep him occupied while the adults talked to eachother. Cheryl picked up James and handed him to Alecia but not before she tickled his tummy causing him to giggle uncontrollably. "Alright. Well I'll see you later then. And tell Mary I said hi." Soon enough was on her way out the door when she saw two amazonian young boys sprinting full force down the street. "That was odd." She said. Just as she was heading back to her own house, the same way the two boys were headed, she saw them running towards her own house and a little attempting to get away. "Hey! Knock it off you two!" Cheryl picked up her own pace, now seeing a car going past, it was Mary's. She was oblivious to the scene. The little that was being chased, made a quick turn while keeping an eye on the pursuers without noticing Mary's car until it was too late. "Look out!" Cheryl cried just as the little had hit the drivers door head first. She sprinted over to the scene, and Mary now saw what was going on and stopped dead in her tracks. She saw the look of guilt on the two young amazonian boys, who now froze like a statue, unable to comprehend what just happened. Cheryl took opportunity to snatched the two delinquents to make sure they didn't get away. Mary, still was afraid she had killed the little. "Oh my god. What have I done?" She began to panic as she picked up the all but limp little in her arms. A slight mumble came from the little, much to Mary's relief. Feeling confident enough that the little wouldn't run away, she set him down in the back of her car with the door wide open. Cheryl had called 911 and the authorities showed up quickly to take away the two delinquent amazonian children. When the ambulance arrived to look at the little that was supposed to be in the backseat, was now completely gone from view. After everything was settled down, Mary had calmed down enough, everyone went back to business. Cheryl was still puzzled about where the little had went. Just as she was about to head inside is when she noticed a certain smell around her door. "It can't be." She whispered quietly to herself when she looked to the right and saw the little from earlier, unconscious in her bushes. Cheryl managed to get the little out from behind her pushes, and she checked him for a pulse. "My god. What happened to you." She whispered as she noticed that it was a boy, with his shirt torn and holes in it. His face and arms were cut up a bit and a portion of his forehead was bruised. He had pants and underwear on as well. The pants were full of holes and cuts too like his shirt, but both his underwear and pants were soaked in urine. Once she found his pulse still strong, she picked the limp little up and held him with his head over her shoulder, a hand on his bottom and another on his back. Something clicked. She didn't have that feeling she had before. Something about this helpless little boy made her want to take care of him and keep this from happening again. As she went back to Alecia and Mary's house, she couldn't help herself from smiling at the feeling. Cheryl knocked at her neighbors door and Alecia opened the door. "Oh. My. God. What happened to him?" Was all she could say as she let her closest friend into the door. James had not yet been put down over all the commotion and attempting to help calm down his mommy, Mary, who now was in a state of shock sitting on the couch in the family room by hugging her. "Alecia, I have a favor to ask." Cheryl said in the most seriously tone she could. "What do you need?" She replied without hesitation. ***************** An hour had gone by and no sound was to be heard in the room. It was still dead quiet until suddenly I let out a long whimper. I was happily warm and almost smiled until I realized how much pain I was in suddenly. All of it caught up with me at once. "Ahhhh!" I screamed and shot up straight from my spot. I suddenly realize what has happened now. Everything caught up to me in a flash. Except one thing. I had a diaper on now and in a crib. Before I could react to that the door opened slowly. The room was dark and when the light from the outside shone in on me, I froze like a deer in headlights. I saw that it was daylight still from how the light was coming from the doorway and I saw her. She came slowly towards me and I couldn't handle this. 'No! I was adopted wasn't I?! Oh no! What's going to happen to me now!' I thought to myself until the amazonian drew close. My heart began racing when I heard the water start to run in the background. It snapped me out of the trance and I went to go and move away but it was too late. I was already in the arms of my captor. Suddenly I felt an ache flow across my body from the cuts and bruises all over me. "Let me go!" I whined at her. The Amazonian just seemed not to care, only taking a seat in a rocking chair. Struggling didn't seem to do much except cause me more pain, especially when I had accidentally pressed the bruise on my head against her. I screamed on the top of my lungs and began to cry my heart out. Suddenly I heard a faint humming sound that slowly grew louder the more I calmed down. I focused on it. It wasn't just some random humming, it was a nursery tune used to calm down children. I finally stopped crying and now was beet red from the neck up and I gave into the hypnotic feeling I had and rested a few minutes. "Are you okay now?" I heard break the almost endless moment. Her voice was full of patience and honesty with that question, but I was too unsure about my situation but I knew it was better to answer this one. I nodded a bit in response. "Can you tell me your name please? My name is Cheryl." Her voice was soothing and caring. I offered up no response to that question, fearing it was a trick. She patiently waited for an answer, not trying to throw me into a new panic mode so quickly. "I need you to drink something okay? My friends little doesn't use sippy cups so I need you to drink out of a bottle. Alright?" 'What game is she playing? Why is she like this to me and not just forcing it on me?' I had thought to myself as I felt the nipple of a bottle being pushed against my lips. A squirt of juice touched my tongue and I gave in so quickly. I had the side of my head resting on her chest and I was pressed against her torso gently. I drank as much as I could from the bottle. The door was still opened and Mary came to the doorway quietly. Cheryl looked at her before anything could be said and it was clear that Cheryl didn't want the moment to be interrupted. Once the little boy was almost done with the bottle, she removed it gently from his mouth. She stood up from the chair, Cheryl began her trip to the bathroom. Alecia heard all of the commotion from over the monitor along with the rest of the party before Cheryl went into the room and was already on the phone again with 911. Meanwhile, Mary went to work at trying teaching Cheryl how to wash any little in the tub. But the cooperation of the little was necessary but it didn't matter. The police showed up just as the ambulance did as they were supposed to, and escorted me out of the building. **************** "Thanks for finding him. I'm going on a limb here and saying that he has been adopted now by one of you." The officer said to the three adults present while the little was off being tended to by the paramedics. Cheryl nodded in agreement. "Yes in fact he now is. I'm his new mother." She said proudly. "Well go be with him. And congrats on the find. He seems to be the type, if you can get him to open up, he will be adorable and happy. But right now he seems scared and confused. You should come with us to the hospital to finalize adoption and then to the station to get the little guy's fingerprints to check the system to see who he is. Along with the little's previous belongings to hold for evidence." She said. "Alright. Alecia and Mary, do you mind picking me up since you have a car seat already. He does seem about James's size." Cheryl asked almost begging. "Yeah. We can even help pick out a car seat and everything you'll need for tonight." Mary chimed in. With that Cheryl hugged her friends and thanked them before rushing to the ambulance to be with her little on the ride after grabbing the clothes the little was found in. ***************** "Come on here little guy. We just want to make sure your head is ok. Okay?" One of the paramedics said. I shook my head at them as I saw Cheryl enter the back of the vehicle. I was wrapped in a blanket the paramedics gave me. Just had shaggy brown hair that was long enough to come just to my eyes. Seeing how I probably hadn't gotten properly bathed or anything of the sort since it rained last, I wasn't too pleasant to try to smell. Most of the dirt on my face and body was cleaned off while I was unconscious. I though allowed the paramedics look me over and even give me the IV to keep me hydrated, I didn't want to them to go near me since they touched my forehead. I kept my gaze on Cheryl, thinking she had already declared me her baby, so I assumed she was going to scold or grab me herself and then spank me but she didn't. While my focus was on her, the paramedic snatched me up and scooped me into their lap, lying me on my back. I squirmed and tried to fend off the paramedic's arm from touching my head but suddenly he had my arms pinned as he reached for my head. "Relax there buddy. I'm just looking now." He said as he held my chin and I began to start to breathe heavily in frustration. Upon brushing a finger over the mark on my head, I screamed in pain and struggled against them and began kicking my legs even in protest. Unluckily for me Cheryl saw this and piped up as soon as the paramedic let go of head and arms although kept me pinned to his lap. "You better behave young man. If you weren't injured, I'd spank you right here and now. I've been patient with you so far and I expect you to do as your told." She said as if a scolding mother. I settled down, too afraid to fight her knowing she would if I did. "Thank you ma'am." The paramedic thanked as we came to a stop and I was set down on my back in the stretcher. The blanket was pulled over me and we all exited the ambulance and headed inside. None of us were in a rush so we were arrested to take our time. But before we could get to the room, the motions of stop and going, turning and changing directions in the halls put me to sleep. ***************** Cheryl followed her little around each corridor of the hospital until they reached an X-ray room to make sure nothing was damaged broken. "Please Miss Rhien stay out here. We are going to take a few X-rays to make sure. It will only take a few minutes." The nurse said as they all disappeared behind a door. Ten minutes later the door opens up and out came everyone that entered. "Alright Miss Rhien follow us to the room please. One of the nurses said. "Did he behave in the room?" Cheryl asked as she began to follow. "He stayed asleep almost the entire time. He woke up slightly as we were finishing but. He settled down quickly again once we moved him back here to the hospital bed." The nurse replied. "What happened to him if you don't mind me asking Ma'am." She asked Cheryl who only knew of the bruise on the little's forehead. "The bruise was from running into a car. The scratches I don't know." She replied to nurse just as they entered the room. "The doctor will be here shortly. The nurses left the room and Cheryl and her little were alone. She came over to the side of the bed and began to brush his hair. Just as she did, there was a knock at the door and she looked to see who was about to enter. It was the doctor. "Hello I am Doctor Faulner. I am assuming you are Miss Rhien if I am not mistaken?" The female doctor said. "I am indeed. So what is the news? Is he alright?" Cheryl asked almost as soon as she could. Afraid of her little would be very injured as the Amazonian doctor looked over the asleep boy. "Aside from this bruise, and in need of something food wise, he is fine. Don't worry. This cutie is okay to go home. The cuts just appear to be from bushes and such which will clear up before tomorrow morning." Dr. Faulner explained much to Cheryl's relief with a sigh. "However, the bruise will be there for a few days, but luckily doesn't seem to have been anything worse than that. And I'd like him to eat something before he leaves here so he doesn't starve. The best to give him now would not to be anything solid. I'll have someone bring some food for the two of you up here, seeing how it is 4:00 Pm and around dinner. You'll want full attention when out shopping for your new tyke." The Amazonian hinted. "I just need you to sign here Miss Rhien that you adopted him officially." "Sure thing!" Cheryl exclaimed excited to finalize the paperwork for her little, who she still had known nothing about. 'I'll have to wait another day or two to tell me his name. Or I just might make up a name for him.' Cheryl thought to herself as she signed and dated the paperwork with her back turned to the bed. ***************** I began to stir suddenly feeling myself become wet. But only in one spot. I realized what I was doing and forced myself to become aware and fully awake to only know my situation was worse than I could imagine. I was wetting myself. 'I need to get out of here before they notice.' I thought to myself before realizing I was hooked up to the IV still. I started to move and both of the Amazonian didn't hear me crinkle my diaper, but when I went to the far side of the bed and turned around, the IV attached to my arm made a rattling sound and it got the attention of both women. I gulped as I stared at them both like a deer in headlights. "Oh no you dont." Cheryl said as she came over to pick me up. It was then I realized I was done for. She took me to the other side of the bed to lay me across her lap. "I warned you to behave." Cheryl had me pinned and began to spank me. The diaper I was wearing did offer some protection from the blows, but I don't think I could have handled the situation regardless. "St-AH-p! No pleasE." I begged. But it continued. "I've been doing all of this for you! I'm making sure you are safe and nursing you back to health and this is the thanks? I've never...." I heard Cheryl speaking to me but as I continued to cry, the more her voice seemed to fade. All I could sense was hearing myself crying and feeling my bottom being spanked sending the shock and unfamiliar sensation throughout my body. The moment seemed to last an eternity until there was a knock at the door only minutes after starting the ordeal. My pride had been severely damaged, my face covered in snot and tears. My neck up was a ruby red while my cheeks were rose. The IV was removed from my arm, and replaced by a bandaid when the scene was over and I was being held now upright with my face being pressed into the boosum of my captor. I felt ashamed of myself for allowing that to happen. I felt a hand barely brush against my back and I flinched and tensed up my muscles as I squealed in fear that it was going to hit me. I had no sense of the world around me. My head and neck were cradled with one hand as it was forcefully pressed into the Amazonian's shirt so I had no hope of escaping to begin with, but I tried pushing myself off of her anyway. In the process of feeling my head being pressed, I had turned my head to make sure I could breathe and as I did I noticed a soft kiss on the top of my head. I didn't flinch this time. I felt goosebumps go across my body when a blanket touched my cold back. I stopped struggling. I slouched my back and tried to cling onto Cheryl as tightly as I could as I continued to cry. I had given in to my captor once again. ***************** "Oh it's alright there little guy. Just relax. Just relax. Mommy is right here." Cheryl Cooed at the now crying little. She didn't expect to have to spank her little as soon as she made everything final. Just then a nurse walked in with a onesie and a bowl. "Perfect timing." Said Dr. Faulner to the nurse. "I'll take that, thank you. Take the paperwork to the front desk." She said and opened a cabinet. The cabinet was full of plain diapers that were thick. And then others that were thicker. All just plain no print at all, but Dr. Faulner picks out a pair of the thicker ones. "Miss Rhien, would you mind allowing me to get him dressed and changed?" She had asked Cheryl. Cheryl thought it would be a perfect time to call Mary to pick her and her... she still didn't know his name, but oh well. That wasn't as important at the moment. "Sure. I need to get a ride back home anyhow. Now you behave young man. Or else." Cheryl instructed her still unnamed little as she left the room. A quick phone call later and The doctor walked out of the room. "I'll let you feed him. I got him changed into a onesie that you get to keep. Just check at the front desk before you go." Dr. Faulner said as Cheryl was walking into the room. ***************** When Cheryl had originally left the room I found myself with the doctor still. She had waited until the door was closed. "Now, now. It's alright. I'm just going to change you and get you dressed into something. Does that sound better?" Dr. Faulner cooed at me while I was still sniffling. 'What does she mean by dress me?' I was sitting up in the bed and as I was about to ask is when I felt my feet being pulled up and down to the middle of the bed and I slid down the bed further. I curled my legs to my chest and was facing up into the lights, now wanting to just get away from here. I squinted, blinded by the rows of florescent lights on the ceiling. I felt a hand gently pull at my legs to remove them from my chest and I willingly allowed the hand to. I dropped my head to lay it across the bed and the lights weren't as bright as before. I could see the room again and a set of changing supplies. A crackle of the tapes being removed from the face of the diaper caused me to jump at the unfamiliar sound and curl my legs up part way, only to realize what the sound was. I lowered my legs down and the doctor finished removing the tapes. I knew I was going to be stuck like this forever now.