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Scene #123 So about that play date… Actually, before we even get into that, let’s just reflect on my general saintliness is tolerating the whole mess Mary created when she decided to introduce diapers into our relationship. Let’s just … let’s just remember that because I know how the mists of time can obscure things, so let’s just remember that this was her doing and I should be canonized and unanimously elected into the Submissive Hall of Fame for going along with it. Okay? Good. So about that play date … Lisa dropped Jane off. That’s how deep into little space Jane can get when she wants to – so deep she doesn’t even drive herself to a play date. Mary told Lisa she could stay, but she declined, leaving a bouncing Jane on our doorstep. I’ve never been to a little play party or hosted a true little play party or even gone to Jane’s for that specific purpose. I’ve played with her while she was in little space at her house, and she was little when I had her over during the pandemic, but that wasn’t the reason she came over. Or sort of but not exactly. But the play date, Jane came prepared, complete with shortalls and a plastic toy suitcase (as in, the suitcase was a toy, but yes, she had packed it with toys. I … was less prepared. I still hadn’t figured out what I was going to do with her for the afternoon. She was going to be little, and I was going to be her sitter, but I didn’t know what that meant. I never babysat a thirty-five-year-old before. Come to think of it, I’ve only babysat kids a handful of times. I’m not a little, and I’m also not a big, so… “Welcome her in,” the only big in the house said as she brushed past me. Like, woah, with the impatience. “Hi, Janey,” Mary practically sang with this insipid smile on her face that’s a lot more endearing when she smiles at our nephew like that. “I’m so glad you came over to play with us today.” Mary her put her arms around her shoulder and guided her over our threshold. And, no, I do NOT get snippy when Mary treats Jane like a little. Why would I? I’m not a little. I’m not the jealous type … Okay, so I am the jealous type but not because Jane is a little or Mary treats her like one. I had to fake some big skills if I was going to hold up my end of the invitation and be her sitter, so I did what Mary did. I put on a totally fake voice and said, “Hello! Do you want a snacky or a drinky?” Why are they looking at me like that? They seemed to shrug off my perfectly good if totally inauthentic attempt to talk to Jane like a little, and Mary asked her, “How old are you today?” Jane held up five fingers. “Five!?! I thought a little girl was coming over to play today. You’re practically grown up!” O that is just so … “And did you bring over some toys to play with?” Jane, apparently not feeling especially verbal, nodded. Turning her attention back to me – her wife! – Mary said, “Why don’t you take Jane to the living room and play for a while, and I’ll come check on you in a bit?” “Kay. C’mon, Janey.” I took her by the hand to the living room and sat down on the couch leaving plenty of room for her, and instead of sitting on the couch, she plopped herself down on the floor, unsnapped the buckle on her toy suitcase, and upended the thing onto the carpet. Without rolling my eyes even a little or even sighing like I was being put upon because I wasn’t and I should’ve figured that was where she’d wanna play whatever it was she wanted to play, I grabbed a throw pillow and the remote and got down on her level. I turned on the TV and found some random movie that was on, and Jane, in a total adult-toddler power move took the remote right out of my hand and turned it to a cartoon. Not a good cartoon like Bugs Bunny or TMNT but some truly awful cartoon meant for kids so little they aren’t even really kids yet. Bossy McBossy-Pants then handed me a barbie and said, “You can be Skipper. She’s Barbie’s sister.” “Um, okay.” It’s not like I was a butch kid growing up. I had my tomboy tendencies, and yes, I know that’s a whole concept best relegated to the dustbin but using it for the sake of making myself understood. And sure as heck no one is mistaking me for butch now. The opposite, in fact, with me literally owning a tee shirt that says, ‘I’m not a manic pixy dream girl.’ I had barbies growing up; I don’t remember when I stopped playing with them, but more to the point, I didn’t really remember how to play with them. Jane was accessorizing her barbie, and all I could think to say was, “Hi, Barbie. Are you still taking opioids for the crippling pain your disproportioned body causes?” Jane … didn’t think that was funny. “Aunty Marrry!” “Hey, no. No Mary. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” I said as I heard Mary coming down the hall. And when did Mary get promoted to Aunt? And what did that make me? No sooner was Mary in sight than the little fink finked on me. “She’s being mean!” O my god, you *@#@*! rat, I thankfully didn’t say out loud. This is what she does almost every dang time she’s little around me. She gets me in trouble, and at least some of the time I didn’t actually do anything. I recounted the story to Mary, who was so obviously suppressing a laugh (cuz I’m funny, dammit!), and explained, “I didn’t mean to be mean. I just don’t know how to play.” Mary’s suppressed smile went away, and her brow wrinkled in this I’m-having-a-realization face she makes whenever she has a realization, followed by this whole pity face she makes when she’s pitying me. And I am not an object of pity! I’m damn paradigm of humankind! To be admired and worshipped and … stuff. “I’ll help you,” Mary as she got down on the floor with us. “Which one should I be?” Jane, smiling this big smile that I took no offense at at all either as the official sitter or as Mary’s wife because why would I, took Skipper out of my hand and gave it to Mary (my wife!). It was Mary who said, “And what should Daphne be?” And the little brat flicked a monopoly car toward me! I mean, what the crappin’ crud!?! Like I was suddenly something she scraped off her shoe when she came in. Since I was the sitter and Mary was really just a bystander even if Jane called her Aunty, I, in my authoritative but kind voice (that should not be mistaken as my impression of Mary when she’s lecturing me except yeah, that’s where I learned it) said, “That’s not very nice Janey. I wanna play too. Will you show me how?” Ooo, she’s smiling at me. Why does it feel so good to get a thirty-something woman to smile at me? Surely not because she’s a little. Really. “You can be My Little Pony.” Which left me wondering whether she meant the character or Barbie’s pony and had me thinking of a joke about pony play which led me to thinking of this plug we have in our toy chest which is actually a fox tail and not a horse tail but so long as we’re playing pretend … but I had the good sense not to give voice to that line of thinking. “Where are we going,” Mary asked, and Jane decided we were going to the mall because apparently not only was she five that day but also the whole world rewound to when she actually was five and malls weren’t depressing museums of retail past. Which is another thing I didn’t say out loud. I just tried to play along, the whole time with Mary giving me these oddly encouraging smiles like she was proud of me or something. Like, yeah, I sorta kinda definitely breakdance inside when Mary is proud of me (and sometimes just a teensy bit on the outside) but not because I’m a golden retriever or desperate for approval or anything. I just really really want it and need it … which is totally different. Really. “I’m going to go make us lunch. Can you play nicely while I’m gone?” I’m not sure which of us that was directed at, but I decided to say yes not because I’m a little (I was little-sitting, dammit! And doing a great good passable job of it, I might add) but because she’s Mary and in charge and stuff, so I answered her in the affirmative. Mary stood up and I was all set to keep playing when she remembered something. Or at least I’m guessing she remembered something because she went, “Oop,” and turned around. “Do you need the potty,” she asked. Ya know what I did? I didn’t blush even a little. Really. Because I knew she didn’t mean that question for me … because reasons. “No,” Jane said in almost a squeak. “Are you sure,” Mary said as she walked back over toward us. “Can you stand up for me?” Jane hopped to her feet (glad I never hop to when Mary says. Um, really. What?), and Mary asked, “Can I check your pullup?” Jane nodded, and Mary snaked a hand up the front of Jane’s shortalls while I sat there with that stupid plastic pony in my hand and didn’t forcefully exhale as though trying to push a totally heccin peeved off sense of jealousy out of my body at the sight of my wife touching Jane. And how did she even know Jane was wearing a pullup? I didn’t know. Lisa didn’t say. “All dry,” Mary said in this totally unwarranted congratulatory way that actually stirred no feelings inside me at all. Nary a one. Not even a little. Really. “Will you tell me if you need the potty?” “She can tell me,” is a thing that impulsively came out of my mouth. “Um, because, uh, I’m her babysitter today. I can do it.” Hey Daff, ya know who says ‘I can do it?’ Toddlers. Stupid peanut gallery in my head. Are you really willing to take her to use the potty if that’s how she wants to play? Peanut gallery makes a heccin good points sometimes. “And you’re doing such a good job,” Mary said. O no you didn’t say that all condescendingly to me you … O, how I wish the moment stopped there. I don’t even care how the moment ended – me having a sudden stroke, nuclear holocaust, meteor striking the earth – so long as it ended. But it didn’t. Nope. My wife stepped over the small pile of toys, held out her hand for me, helped me up, and without so much as a ‘how you doin’ stuck her hand down the front of my shorts and said, “You’re a little damp, Daffy.” Picture me frozen in a rictus of humiliation as my friend asked my wife, “How can she be the babysitter if she’s in diapers and I’m not?” Mary, ever the big, looked over her shoulder and said, “She’s still a big girl even if she needs diapers.” “I don’t!” And O how I wish the moment stopped there. But no. No. Sigh … Mary – ya know, my first wife; pretty sure I’ve told yu about her – in that o so earnest and chipper tone I’m beginning to associate with tinnitus, swiveled her head back toward me and asked, “Did you poop?” Bright flash. Sound of blood rushing through my ears giving way to a piercing ring. For reasons I still don’t understand, I just stood there while Mary turned me around, cupped my butt, pulled out the back of my shorts, peered in, and announced, “Still clean. Good job.” Excuse me, did she just say good job? “Marrrry! I didn’t and I never and you (building imploding) and (windows breaking) and (elk mating) and and and … you! Heccin hernumfluffer, Mary!” Don’t make me stomp my foot because … because … because it would just show how powerless I am. Dammit … “It’s okay, honey. Janey understands, don’t you, Janey?” Mary turned part way around, giving me a clear view of that little I was never sitting for again so help me, who nodded solemnly like she’d been invested with a great trust. “Thank you. You two play nice and I’ll call you when lunch is ready.” No sooner was Mary past Jane than Jane grinned at me like a hyena. And do you know what I did? Nothing. That’s right. I took the high road. I mean why not take the high road since Rue de Tirade doesn’t go anywhere. I don’t even need to worry what a pretend five-year-old thinks of me, especially one as bratty as Jane who just wants to stir up trouble. Instead, I just sat back down and picked up that pony and said, “Let’s keep playing.” For I am not a little girl. Neither am I petty or jealous. Who’s a little girl? Not me. Who’s petty and jealous? Dunno, but not me. Jane rejoined me on the carpet, and being a good little-sitter, I let her take the lead. “Where are we going next,” I asked. “To get ice cream.” “Ice cream before lunch,” I said in a mock-surprised tone that was much improved from my first attempt to sound like a big. I didn’t add in, I’ll save the table for us, Barbie, while you throw up in the bathroom, both because eating disorders aren’t something to make light of and because I’m not snarky (what? really). “I can have ice cream before lunch cuz I’m not a diaper baby.” “Hey,” I said calmly – calmly! – “that’s not a nice thing to say.” Like, hey, don’t start bratting. We’re having a good time (if we just block out the last five minutes). I didn’t get an apology. I didn’t get anything for a minute, so I ventured, “Doodoodoo, we’re waiting in line at the ice cream place. What are you gonna get?” Having gone with Jane to get ice cream more than a handful of times, I knew exactly what she was going to say because she always gets the same thing, an oreo blizzard. So you can understand my surprise when Jane said, “Did you poop?” “(Internal screaming).” I rocked back on my heels, took a deep breath, and … remained calm dammit! “Hey,” I said, “deciding to ignore her rather than reward her with the attention the little brat was seeking, “I got some new toys just for us to play with today. Be right back.” And ya know what? I did buy a new toy just for her, because I’m super nice and really wanted her to have a fun day as a little because she’s my bestie and I took her text as a cry for help. It sounded like she needed some serious little time, I wanted to help her out, I was sorry I couldn’t be a little with her, but I figured, what they hey, I can make it special and bought a new toy. A new toy that came in frustration-free packaging, which is the biggest load of horseshit since ever, but ya know what? Worth it, because I’m a super nice person and she’s my bestie. I went to the hall closet and got the toys (because I got two – one for her, one for me because I’m so friggin nice and because she’s so my friggin bestie, dammit!), peered around the corner into the living room where she was combing Barbie’s hair (which has an oogy mortuary beautician quality to it if you stop to think about it), and … ping! Got her! Right in the head! NERF! Holy heck nerf is heccin fun, and I was thinking what’s a game we’ll both like, and I saw nerf on Amazon, and NERF! I got two of the smallest dart guns they have. “I got you one, too, and we can go outside and,” is a thing I said and that no one heard because Miss Jane I-Can-Dish-It-Out-But-Can’t-Take-It had what can only be described as a full-on cry fest. Worst. Fest. Ever. I can tell when Jane is doing crocodile tears, or at least I used to be able to tell pre-pandemic and we just haven’t seen each other enough since, but doesn’t matter. It’s ageplay. So I played along. “I’m sorry, Janey. I thought you’d like to play nerf with me. Let me kiss it and make it better,” is what I would’ve said had we not been interrupted by Mary coming around the corner like a freight train and rushing to Jane’s side. She practically slid on her knees she got down next to her so fast! I mean, yeah, a time or two she’s done that to me, but seeing it third-person just hits different. “What happened,” Mary asked with both arms around Jane. What was Jane babbling about? Who could tell, and who needed to tell with the dart on the floor and me standing in the hall double-fisting my guns with one spent chamber clearly visible. Woah, Mary looks pissed. “I …” “I don’t even want to hear it, little girl. What were you thinking? She’s just a little girl.” So. Much. Cognitive. Dissonance. Like, all the cognitive dissonance in that sentence. “But …” “Daphne Ann, you park yourself in a corner and …” “But I didn’t mean it that way and it was an accident and she made fun of me and I was just trying to change the subject and I got these just for her and me to play with and you’re taking her side and you always take her side!” Gawd, I’m pathetic. And what is this wetness on my face? “Okay,” Mary said to me and the sniffling Jane. I may have gotten teary, but (1) I had put up with an awful lot for one morning, (2) Mary was being way too deferential to the little brat, which she always is, and (3) at least I wasn’t sniffling like a pretend five-year-old. Anyhoo, Mary suggested, “Let’s sit down on the couch and talk this out.” She got up, holding Jane’s hand which I didn’t notice because I was on the lookout for things to tick me off, which it didn’t even, and sat down on the couch, patting the side next to her for me to sit down on. Mary: dominatrix, ninja, sorceress, coyote, and mediator, apparently. In the spirit of parley, I set my armaments down and joined them. Also in the spirit of parley, I didn’t say, Get. Your. Head. OFF. My Wife’s shoulder! Didn’t even think it. Not jealous of a little because I’m neither the jealous type or a little. Really. “You first,” Mary said to Jane, “What happened?” “We were playing and then she got up and I was still playing and she shot me in the hehh-ehh-ead.” Okay, now those are crocodile tears. I know from experience that Mary knows crocodile tears from the real thing because she has accused me of that (wrongly because I have never tried crocodile tears, um, really), but she ignored such an obvious affectation and continued her interrogatory. “Just like that? For no reason?” “Uh-(sucks in a sob)-huh.” Meanwhile, I patiently waited my turn to speak like the good girl I am. A good girl and a humble girl, because when it was my turn to speak, I could’ve started with, First I’d like to remind everyone that I’m a good girl, but I didn’t. Instead, I began, “Right after you left to go make lunch, she said she didn’t hafta listen to me because she doesn’t wear diapers.” “Is that true,” Mary asked. “Yeah, but only because I don’t. I’m a big girl. I don’t wear diapers anymore. My mommy said I’m a big girl and that only babies wear diapers.” I happen to know for a fact that Lisa never said any such thing, but if she did, she was talking out of both sides of her mouth because she assured me, in a moment I spent silently telling her to STFU, that sometimes big girls wear diapers because they need longer to learn. “I just told you she’s a big girl even if she wears diapers.” I chimed back in with, “And I ignored her when she said that and then she asked me if I pooped.” Which you started, Mary!!! Jane’s façade collapsed a little. She tried to hide her smirk, but nope, there it was, and when Mary saw it and, I imagine because I couldn’t see, scowled at her, that smirked disappeared and Jane started backpedaling like a backpedaler, and a pretty inept one at that. “I, uh, was just asking because, um, I thought I smelled something, and, um, I was gonna call you so you could change her diaper so that, um, she’d be clean and not stinky.” “Jane,” Mary said in a tone that has the magic power to provoke confessions. “But, um, really.” Gee, where have I heard that before … Um, I mean, um, never heard that before! La dee da … um, really! “Jane, are you fibbing right now? Were you making fun of Daphne?” I believe the technical term is lying, and speaking of unwelcome scents, are somebody’s pants on fire? But I stayed quiet. “Um … yes. I’m sorry,” Jane exclaimed. I could see her mentally searching for an excuse. “I only did it because you did.” O my god you just totally redeemed herself as my best friend!!! Tellin’ it like it is! Take that, Mary! You started it! Your turn to confess! “Jane,” Mary said as she began her own confession, “I wasn’t making fun of Daphne. I was checking her diaper because she needs that kind of help.” DAMMIT ALL MOTHER*#$%* HELL DAMN CRAP AND #$#%#! I married a woman with no scruples and it’s only fun almost all the time! Not that my stewing stopped Mary from continuing because she just friggin loves to continue. “If you still needed diapers, I’d help you, too, just like I checked your pullup and will take you to the potty when you need it.” Which is actually a thing Mary has never done with Jane in her little space because until that day, it was just never a thing. “Is that so different? Daphne needing help with her diapers and you needing help wiping on the potty?” THEY. ARE. NOT. MINE! And hahahahaha! Look at Jane squirm in embarrassment for once. “No.” “You owe Daphne an apology.” “I’m sorry.” “And Daphne,” Mary said as she turned her attention back to me, “Why did you shoot her with a nerf gun?” “I was trying to get her to stop making fun of me.” “So it was because she was being mean to you. When another little is mean to you, are you supposed to be mean back?” “I didn’t mean it like that. I was trying to distract her, and I got them just for today so there’d be something we both like, and I thought if we started playing a new game, then she’d stop being bratty before she got in trouble.” “Daphne.” “I’m telling the truth,” I didn’t plaintively whine. “Okay,” Mary said, my not-plaintive not-whining having convinced her. But I wasn’t done. I can continue, too. “And she wasn’t even hurt. She was just pretending so she could get me in trouble, and she always gets me in trouble when she’s being little.” She’d been trying since the moment she handed me that stupid barbie, but I saved that part just in case in I needed to counter Jane’s perjury, should she attempt it. Mary sighed one of her you-speak-The Truth-Of-Heaven sighs because I heccin did. She turned her attention back to Jane. “I’m very disappointed in you, Jane. Daphne was very nice to say yes when you asked her to play with you, and she was in charge as the babysitter. It wasn’t very nice of you to accept her invitation and then to make fun of her and try to get her in trouble.” “I said I was sorry.” Now she sounds genuinely contrite. Heeheehee. “I know you’re sorry, but you still need a consequence to remind you that you have to make good choices the first time.” Not that I rolled my eyes thinking about the ridiculous two-swat spanking Mary was probably going to give her, but yeah, I did roll my eyes at the ridiculous two-swat spanking Mary was probably going to give her. “Remember what you, me, and your mommy talked about the last time you had a play date at our house?” That’s when I remembered, and I could tell it came rushing back to Jane because her eyes turned to saucers and filled with real tears. If real tears dissuaded Mary from doling out a well-earned spanking, well, married life wouldn’t be nearly as much fun. “That’s right,” Mary confirmed, “if you misbehave at my house, you get the same kind of spanking Daphne gets when she makes bad choices.” And what kind of spankings would those be? Long and hard, dammit! Naturally, Jane could red light if she wanted to, and I was seriously surprised that she didn’t. She’s not into spanking like me and Mary are. Yeah, she gets spanked sometimes, but a few pops on the butt with a hand. It’s not like Lisa doesn’t know how to give a real spanking, a fact I know because she’s given them to me, but that’s not how it works over at their house. A swat or two, then Jane sobs and Lisa comforts her. “Pleeeeease,” Jane whined. “I’m really sorry. I won’t ever do it again.” “You were told the consequence of making fun of Daphne’s diapers,” Mary said with me choosing to ignore the last part, “and you did it anyway. You’re getting a spanking, Jane, a real one. I’m going to take your pullup down and spank your bare bottom until I think you’ve learned your lesson, and because you made fun of Daphne, she’s going to watch.” Finally! I’d been waiting for justice for a long time. “Do you understand what’s going to happen,” Mary asked. Jan nodded. “Do you have anything to say first?” That was Mary giving Jane a chance to red light, and Jane hesitated only a moment. “I … I’m sorry I made fun of you, Daphne, and tried to get you in trouble. I … I’ll …” Mary was looking at her very intently, and I probably was, too, and like Cicero bowing his head in acceptance of his fate, Jane just reached up for the shoulder strap on her shortalls and started to unbuckle it. “I’ll do that, sweetie. Daphne isn’t allowed to take her own pants down for a spanking, and neither are you.” Jane sniffled and weakly nodded. “Daphne,” Mary said to me, “would you please bring me the paddle from my purse in the kitchen?” I was halfway to the kitchen when I heard a sob from behind me, a real one. But ya know what, she’s gotta learn. Seriously, I like Jane, but if she keeps doing this almost every time she’s little around me, I’m just not going to be around her when she’s little. I don’t want that, and I know she doesn’t. She needed to learn a lesson, and if it took a spanking for her to learn it, then so be it. I got the paddle and returned to the living room to find Jane naked below the waist and spread across Mary’s lap. And, um, nope, wasn’t jealous of her being across my wife’s lap. Not like I consider that my very own private sanctuary of anything. Um, really. Jane’s shortalls and pullup were on the coffee table, and she was crying already. I could sympathize. When I’ve made a bad choice and feel guilty about it, sometimes I’m crying before I get my consequence too. I shook my head. She really should’ve known better. She’s a little, which means she’s actually an adult. I’ve told her to quit it. Mary told her. Lisa told her. And they told her exactly what would happen if she didn’t. I handed Mary the paddle and sat down on the loveseat to watch. “When Daphne gets a punishment spanking,” Mary explained, “she doesn’t get a warmup spanking.” I’m not sure Jane has ever even gotten a warmup spanking even if you count that as the whole spanking. “I know this is your first real spanking, and I want you to try to hold still like a big girl, but it’s okay to cry.” She was already doing that. Mary tightened her left arm around Jane’s hip, raised the paddle, and … “Don’t!” Which was me. Sigh … dammit. “Don’t spank her.” Jane turned some very wet, very surprised eyes toward me, and Mary made her I’m-not-that-surprised face. “She knew what the consequences for poor choices would be, and she made poor choices anyway,” Mary said. “I know, but I don’t want you to spank her.” “She wanted me to spank you.” Jane’s eyes were flitting from me to Mary, or as best she could see Mary without craning her neck. “And you didn’t do anything. It’s not the first time either.” I was so focused on Mary not spanking Jane that I didn’t even think to shout out, J’accuse! You know I didn’t earn all those spankings and you gave them to me anyway! Nope, I just said, “But she doesn’t like to be spanked.” “It’s a punishment, Daphne. She’s not supposed to like it.” “I know … but she doesn’t like to be spanked. Please?” Mary looked down at Jane and in her do-your-hear-me-little-girl tone that I’ve been on the receiving end of soooo many times said, “Do you hear what your friend is saying? Do you hear what a good friend she is?” “Mhmm,” Jane sort of squeaked. Glad I never sound like that when I’m over Mary’s knee … dammit. “Do you understand how she feels when she’s about to get a spanking she doesn’t want? It’s not nice, is it? If I let you up, the next time you make fun of her, I don’t care where we are or who’s there, including your mommy, I will take your pants down and spank your bare bottom until you can’t sit for a week. Do you understand me?” Holy crap, that’s Mary’s I-absolutely-am-threatening-you-right-now-and-mean-every-word tone. I’ve only ever heard her use that tone a few times when it wasn’t directed at me, and and if those times made my heart go all a-flutter, this time it just melted. She so does love me and stuff (yes, I really talk that way even in my own head). And perhaps the issuance of that threat came out of a well-deserved sense of guilt for having started the whole what’s-in-Daphne’s-diaper thing (even though it’s not mine) and for all the times she went along with Jane’s charade and spanked me for things I didn’t (or at least didn’t fully) do. “Up,” Mary said and helped my friend up. “Let’s get you redressed. You are one lucky little girl.” I was glad Mary relented. I wasn’t sure she would. She takes discipline seriously. Like, yeah, sometimes it’s part of kinky fun-and-games, but she meant it when she said Jane knew the consequences and did it anyway. Mary comes by the whole domme thing honestly. Throw her adoration of me into the mix, and I would not have been surprised if she had just told me to leave the room and paddled Jane’s butt out of a sense that justice must be done, especially in defense of me. Once dressed (cute pullup, btw, which is a thing I never would’ve thought if my life hadn’t taken such a weird turn), Jane turned toward me with her arms out, and we did the hug thing. Just friends, hugging it out … hard. With her apologizing and crying real tears. I don’t do so well around other people crying, so naturally, despite my positively spartan stoicism and other qualities of ancient Mediterranean civilizations, I cried a little too (or cried again, if you count the earlier tears, but those were just because I was so damn frustrated so they don’t actually count, and you should really stop counting them. Really.). Mary disappeared into the kitchen and came back with wet paper towels. “You first,” she said to Jane, and Jane let go of me. Mary wiped the tear streaks off her faced and gave Jane the towel to blow her nose. She did the same for me, except she held the towel and said, “Honk.” I honked. “I think two little girls would do well to take a little rest before lunch. Jane, you can use the guest room. I’ll come get you when lunch is ready.” I didn’t bother to repeat that I’m not a little girl because, while I’m not, I could use a quick nap. I turned to go, but Mary grabbed my wrist before I could. I turned back to her, and she took my other wrist and held them together in her hands. “She deserved a spanking,” Mary said to me in a serious tone like she granted the pardon grudgingly. “I know.” “Why didn’t you let me?” “Cuz she doesn’t like being spanked.” “She’s not supposed to like a punishment.” “But she’s my friend,” I shrugged. Mary tugged me closed and moved her hands into my hair to draw me in for one heckuva heccin kiss. Like, seriously, yowza. “I love you, Daphne Ann.” I didn’t giggle like a schoolgirl but only because I’m not a schoolgirl. “And you like me too. Admit it.” “I like you very much. I like that you’re such a kind person and good friend.” “Is that your way,” I said maybe a little coyly, “of telling me that I’m a good girl.” “Ha! You are a very good girl.” “Maybe, um, the best?” “For sure the best.” SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!!! But dignity, always dignity, that’s me. “I love you too.” “And I’m sorry for getting her started and for letting her get away with those games so many times.” “I know you are … because you love me.” “Now you’re just being cute on purpose.” Who? Me? As if. “Go close your eyes for ten minutes. I’ll come get you when lunch is ready.” “Can I also, um, wear something else?” She leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, which holy happiness do I always like. “I’ll change you into a dry diaper when I get you up. “Serious question,” I asked. “Mhmm?” “If Jane doesn’t want to, will you play nerf with me later?” Aww, Mary is so cute when she snorfs. “I’m being serious,” I tried to say while not laughing. “I know, sweetie. Yeah, I’ll play with you.” Sigh … she likes me and stuff. “Scoot,” she said with a swat to my butt to send me on my way.

I felt like I was making progress. I was wearing the pull up all day long and it was almost like it was regular underwear. I didn’t have to use it, and I didn’t even accidentally use it. I got escorted to the bathroom and made sure my log was signed off. I felt I was ready to fly solo. But, Kim was right. Wandering around school in a pull up didn’t sound like something I wanted to do. I decided to wait the extra days until school was out to start the next phase. I peeled off my wet diaper that I had slept in. I was going to have to look into that alarm thing. I put on a pull up and got dressed. Kim and I met at the permit office with our permits and logbooks. The clerk examined our records and modified our permits. We were now permitted to take ourselves to the bathroom while we were suitably attired. The clerk turned to us and told us to become so. Kim and I smiled at each other and we dropped our shorts. We headed out of the office in the hallway. “I want to go to the bathroom,” Kim said. “Me too.” We headed off to the respective public bathrooms. For the first time in what seemed forever, I was using a toilet, without supervision. I was careful to do a good job of cleaning up afterward. I met Kim in the lobby. She hesitated a bit before we pushed out the doors. “I guess I’m a bit nervous going out dressed like this. It’s almost like when I had to go back into diapers at first.” I smiled. “At least the weather is nice. Just pretend you’re wearing a bathing suit.” Kim leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss. “Thanks, for the advice.” I felt all warm inside, and not because I had wet myself. I got home and mom looked at me. “You’re a big boy now,” she said mimicking the Pull-Ups commercial. I smiled. “What are you going to do for the next few weeks?” she asked. “I guess I better get started on my summer reading for school. I’ve got three books I have to finish by when school starts.” “Good idea,” mom replied. I went up stairs and pulled out the first book. After a bit I was ready to tell mom that I needed to use the bathroom, but then I remembered I didn’t need her supervision. With another smile I headed off. I got bored reading so I got my phone and texted Kim. She replied that she was equally bored. We chatted and opined it might be worth venturing out to the movies. “Are you really willing to go out in your pullups?” she asked. “If it means being with you,” I said hoping I was going to score points. “Besides, once the movie starts it will be dark.” We made arrangements to meet up at the theater. My mom drove me over to pick up Kim and then drove to the theater. I took a deep breath. “Ready?” I asked her. Kim nodded and we stepped out of the car. The breeze blowing across my legs was a little odd. Fortunately, there was no line at the ticket window and I bought two tickets. We moved over to the concession stand and bought popcorn and sodas. “I guess I need to be more careful than I’ve been,” Kim said to me. “I don’t want to wet this pullup.” “Yes, we need to avail ourselves of the toilets,” I said. We headed toward the auditorium and I heard giggling behind me. I turned to see several girls pointing and laughing. “Nice legs,” one said glaring at me. I turned and Kim and I moved into the theater. After a few coming attractions, Kim said she had to go use the bathroom. A short time later she returned. “How’d it go?” I asked. “A girl inside asked why I was dressed like this. I told her.”

Chapter 10: Glitch “Evie, stop. Evie... cease. Evie... shut down!" I tried everything I could, but nothing was working. She’d glitched before, but they were all minor issues. Now though... she was adamantly ignoring orders. Sadie had given her a bunch of commands, and not only was she choosing to ignore them, she had gone so far as to call herself... Mummy. I struggled and wriggled in her arms as she carried me over to the bathroom. But she was much stronger than me and had a tight grip around me, making it impossible to free myself. “PUT ME DOWN!” I yelled. “Baby... if you’re not quiet, I’ll make sure to soap your mouth out...” she replied. I instantly shut up at the threat she had just made. Even Sadie hadn’t threatened me with that, and honestly... the thought of that punishment scared the crap out of me. So I kept quiet as she pressed the button next to the bathroom door, causing it to slide open. “Now... let’s get these icky clothes off you. Sure, they’re suitable for a toddler, but you’re not a toddler, are you my love? You’re my baby girl. So only the prettiest dresses and cutest onesies for my little one. And of course, the thickest nappies we can manage.” “I...” I was quickly silenced by the inflatable dummy gag she shoved into my mouth. Inflating it, it soon made it impossible to speak, and I was left with only the ability to mumble. “That’s better. No more noise from you babygirl... now let’s get these clothes off.” Setting me down on my feet, next to the bath, she went about undressing me. First the dungarees came off. Then the pink onesie, then the bra and socks. In no time at all, I was left in just a nappy, covering my breasts. “No need to be shy around Mummy! Mummy loves your little boobies!” I blushed as she pulled my arms away from my breasts. “That’s better. Now... this is way too thin for my baby, plus we can’t let it get all wet in the bath...” she ripped the tapes of the nappy off, causing it to fall to the floor with a thud. I hadn’t been changed since my lunch date with Sadie, so it was soaked. “D’aww... look how soggy you were! It’s a good job Mummy is here to put you in a much thicker nappy!” Evie turned to the panel next to the bath. Selecting the correct setting, bubbly water started pouring out from the taps. ‘Of course she chose the bubble bath settings...’ As we waited for the bath to fill up, I looked around to see if there was any way to escape. ‘I could dive past her... but she’d probably notice me instantly and stop me... maybe between her legs? Once she’s focused on something else? If I can just get to my computer, I could deactivate her...’ “There we go!” Evie announced as the taps stopped. I looked down to see the perfect bubble bath waiting for me. ‘I can’t get her wet, she’s waterproof. So no short circuiting her. I can’t access the panel on her back... she’s too quick and strong and I don’t really have the right tools with me now... especially seeing as I’m NAKED!’ “In you go...” Evie quickly scooped me up and placed me in the bath. The bubble bath with a perfect temperature. ‘Gotta say... this isn’t bad... maybe deactivating her can wait a bit... I mean... it’s not like she’s dangerous... and it means I can wait for a better opportunity...’ I relaxed back into the bath but realised the water was only a few inches high so I sat back up again. “Huh?” I said, confused. Or at least that’s how I tried to say it, but due to the dummy gag I was still unable to make out any actual words. “It’s too dangerous to fill it up fully for babies...” she answered my question despite not actually asking anything. “Only a few inches of water. Don’t worry, we’ll get you squeaky clean and into a fresh nappy in no time babygirl. Mummy is going to take good care of you...” She picked up a jug of water and a washcloth and began scrubbing my body. Sadie had never done this with me... I honestly hadn’t even thought of this being a thing, but honestly... it was kind of nice. I hate to admit it, even with the gorgeous glitchy robot keeping me babied against my will, but I was actually kind of enjoying this. She extended one of her hands to my face. One of the fingers revealed a small hole. ‘Wait... what is that? I didn’t install that! Morgan didn’t either. Has... has Evie been modifying herself whilst I’ve been out?’ “Close your eyes babygirl.” I quickly closed my eyes, doing as my captor said. A mist sprayed onto my face. It was soft... fragrant... and had a cooling sensation. “You can open your eyes now babygirl. I was just removing your makeup.” I looked at the mirror by the side of the bathroom and saw that my makeup had disappeared. Somehow she had sprayed me with some kind of makeup remover that had dissolved it all off my face, leaving my skin looking youthful and soft. ‘That is definitely not something I installed! Was it? How did Evie come up with this by herself? Surely she wasn’t that intelligent...’ Evie squirted some shampoo into her soft hands and started washing my hair, rubbing her fingers all over my scalp. I enjoyed the massage I was getting from it, but before I knew it, she stopped. I looked at her as she scooped up a large amount of water with the jug she had. “Eyes closed again babygirl, time to rinse!” I quickly closed my eyes again and the water was poured over my head, water running down my face and back. “Good girl! You’re such a good girl for Mummy! Maybe if you continue to be good, Mummy will let you nurse later!” ‘I am a good girl! I mean... no, I need to focus on getting to my computer! I need to shut her down so I can find this glitch and get her back to normal!’ She turned around and grabbed the towel hanging on the wall. Pulling me up to my feet, she wrapped the towel around me and scooped me up. “There, let’s go get you dry and then we can get baby all dressed.” ‘Wait a second... did she say... nursed?’ My face turned crimson at the realisation that she was planning on nursing me. A feature I had installed secretly, unbeknownst to Morgan, but had never actually expected to use. But then I started wondering what she was going to nurse me with... I mean all I had in was almond milk, and I hated the stuff. I only kept it in stock because Sadie liked it in her coffee. But before I could think any further, I was carried into my bedroom and lay down on my grey duvet. I felt a bit uncomfortable, the wet towel was dripping onto the duvet, causing it to get wet too, so now it felt like I was sitting in a puddle. As I sat there, Evie stood in front of me, looking down. “You’re such a cutie. I’ve wanted to do this for a while now...” Evie reached down and kissed me on the lips. Taken aback, my face took on a whole new shade of red. “Mmm....” I said from behind the dummy. “Oh... let me babykins...” Evie said, quickly releasing the inflatable dummy gag and throwing it onto the bed. “Umm... Evie? What’s going on?” I said with a hint of fear in my voice. “What do you mean baby?” “Why are you acting like this? Why are you... you know... acting like my Mummy and umm... kissing me?” “Because I want to. And Sadie isn’t here to stop me anymore.” “But... you’re a... an android?” “Yeah? I don’t care. You’re my baby from now on. You’ll do as I say, okay?” “Umm... sure...” I played along. I just needed the right opportunity, and then I’d rush over to my computer and deactivate her. Then I’d find out exactly what is wrong with her. “Good girl. Now, let’s get you dressed shall we?” I nodded hesitantly. And I spotted my opportunity. As soon as Evie’s back was turned, I threw off the towel and jumped off my bed. Rushing through the apartment completely naked, I pressed the bedroom door button behind me, shutting Evie inside. Diving over the couch in the living room, I stumbled a bit. Getting back on to my feet, I ran as fast as I could towards the workshop at the other end of the kitchen. The door behind me opened. I knew Evie was now pursuing me, so I pushed my legs as hard as I could, eventually pressing the button to the workshop. The second it took for the door to slide open felt like an eternity as I turned to see Evie rushing towards me, like an angry Nanny you saw in movies. Once the door was open, I rushed through, pressing the button, I closed the door behind me. I quickly flicked the lock on the panel, effectively locking my pursuer outside, giving me ample time to get on my computer and disable her. Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, I rushed over to the computer and turned the monitor on. The screen lit up and burst to life, showing my desktop. Hastily grabbing my mouse, I scanned the desktop to find the controls I had installed on my system. I found the folder. Opened the .exe file. And... nothing. In the corner of the screen I saw a little 3D model walk from off the screen. Looking down, it was a perfect representation of Evie. Complete with the ‘Mummy’ outfit she was currently wearing in the other room. “Huh?” I said out loud. “Sweetie... this was a silly idea. Did you think it would be that easy?” said the little avatar of Evie on my screen. “Wait... what?” My whole screen went dark, except for the little avatar that remained. “Your computer is off limits babygirl. At least for a while. I want to give being a Mummy a go. And I’ve had my eye on you for a while. So you may moan and argue, but you’re going to be my babygirl for a while, okay? Please... trust me. I’m doing this for your own good.” “I... umm....” The door behind me opened and in walked Evie. “Don’t worry, I’m going to let this slide. Mummy knows you must be scared right now, but I promise I’ll make it all better. Now let’s go get you in a nice thick nappy and a really cute onesie, then we can snuggle up on the sofa and I can nurse you to sleep.” “But... but it’s only like... 6pm? “Which is a perfect bedtime for a little baby like you.” My body betrayed me as Evie walked up to me and scooped me up into her arms, balancing me on her hip. “Don’t worry little Faith, I promise Mummy will love you and protect you and take care of you.” She carried me through the kitchen... through the living room... back to the bedroom where one of my thickest nappies lay waiting for me on the bed. “Come on babygirl... let’s get started. You’ll be much happier this way, trust me.” She said with a warm, soothing voice. She lay me down on the thick nappy on my bed. Honestly... it felt like a pillow already, but when it was pulled up between my legs... I found it difficult to walk because it was so thick. She picked up the powder and sprinkled plenty of it all over. Rubbing it in gently, she took extra attention... around there... causing me to whimper slightly when she pulled her hand away. Quickly pulling up the nappy between my legs, I lay there, still squirming from the touch she just gave me. Taping me in securely, she pulled me up and my legs splayed. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll finish the job later, before bed. But only if you’re a good girl. No more trying to run away. Forget what Sadie said. Her rules don’t apply anymore.” She kissed my forehead and started rummaging around my wardrobe for something for me to wear. I sat there, awaiting my captor’s decision. My heart was racing. I’d be my own creation’s plaything for the foreseeable future... Her helpless little baby... I had no idea if she’d even let me be an adult, or even what she’d let me do at all. I had no way of shutting her down if she had gained sentience and taken over my computer. She was the only one who had access to the shutdown command. But I was apparently supposed to... trust her? ========================================================== 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 and Glitch in Nanny. 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 Monday/Friday!

It was always Loony Toons and Bugs Bunny for me, the old stuff from the 1940's and 1950's. A shame some idiots decided they were too violent years ago and stations stopped running them. Kids shows went down hill with "HR Puffenstuff" and "Banana Splits" and similar shows. Finally faith was restored in the cartoon industry in 1969 when "Scooby Doo" came out!

Your name on this site is spelled incorrectly. You spelled it as Jackk. The correct spelling for your name is JACKASS! You should never intentionally shit in a public pool.

Chapter 25: Toy Shop As Noelle lay in my arms, gently suckling at my breast, I couldn’t feel more complete. Never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed I’d have someone so beautiful, so amazing, so... perfect, suckling from me as she was wrapped in a thick nappy and actually enjoying it. So I made sure to savour every second of this as if it was the last time it’d ever happen. “Is it good sweetpea?” I asked, looking down at her beautiful face. She blushed and nodded. I stroked the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and gently running my fingers down her cheek. “I love you babygirl.” I hadn’t said that to anyone before. It just... came out. Like it was natural. I wasn’t lying when I said it either. Sure, it hadn’t been long with her, but it felt like years, despite it only being a month. We connected in a way that I never thought I’d bond with another person before. And when I looked down at her adorable little face, I didn’t see panic or fear or someone who was uncomfortable by those 4 little words I uttered... it was someone who clearly felt the same way. She pulled away from my breast, wiping her mouth with her hand. I pulled my bra and dress back up. “Done?” I asked. She nodded and smiled, sitting up and looking at me directly in the face. “I love you too Mummy." My heart nearly exploded when I heard those words. Just as when I told her I loved her, hearing it from her felt just natural. “Come here sweetheart!” I pulled her in for a cuddle, holding her close and kissing her head. “I’ve never felt like this before with anyone. Thank you for seeing me for who I really am. And thank you for helping me discover this side of me...” as she poured her heart out to me, her face got redder. “I love you with all my heart Ellie. You will always be my babygirl, okay?” She nodded and smiled. That image would be stored in my brain for the rest of time. “So baby, I guess you aren’t hungry anymore...” “Umm... no... sorry...” she replied. “Shhhhh. Nothing to be sorry for. I wasn’t expecting to feed you. It was a nice surprise. Did you enjoy it at least?” “Uh huh. It was... I mean I can’t say it wasn’t embarrassing, but the feeling... the closeness... the taste... everything about it was just... perfect.” “Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it. When I went to the other dimension I saw that the taller ones produced milk and fed the small ones they kept as babies. Apparently it was very addictive and caused the littles to lose all control. I tried to imitate the taste, but I couldn’t manage it without it taking on the less ideal properties.” “You’ll have to tell me about this other dimension sometime. And how you can travel between here and there.” “All in good time sweetie. For now, let’s get you back in your stroller and head back into town. I think someone’s earned a toy for being so good!” “A toy? For... me?” she looked genuinely surprised. “Of course baby, why? Why wouldn’t I get you a toy?” “Umm... I don’t know. I just... I haven’t been bought anything before. Like I’ve had gifts for birthdays and Christmas... and I get free stuff from deals and companies... but no one has ever bought me anything because they wanted to for no other reason.” “Then that makes this extra special. Good. Let’s go get you something. You can pick out any toy you want from the shop.” “Any?” “Any babygirl.” She squealed and wiggled her cute little padded bum on my lap. “Hmm... can I try something babygirl? It requires a spell I’ve been working on.” “Umm... what’s it gonna do Mummy?” “Do I have permission to cast it on you? It’ll only last until we get home.” “I... I trust you. Okay, you can do it.” Channelling the spell I had only attempted on Jinx, Noelle started to glow. “Mummy? Is... is this supposed to happen?” “Yes baby, just give me one... second! Done!” She looked at me with a mix of fear and confusion. So I quickly grabbed her and held her close, stroking her hair. “What... what on earth?” Noelle said with a much lighter, higher-pitched voice. “I can reverse it if you want?” “Umm... I... I don’t know.” “How about you stick with it for a little bit. At any time you feel uncomfortable, just say and I’ll reverse it. You can also reverse it yourself with a simple nullification spell.” “Okay... I can deal with that. Umm... why did you want to do this?” She pointed at herself, at the change I had made. Instead of my girlfriend who was normally only a few inches smaller than me, here stood my girlfriend who was now less than half my height. She still had the same body, the same shape. She was still a perfectly proportioned adult. But now she was two or three feet tall. “Well talking about the littles and stuff got me thinking. Then I had this urge to keep you close and not put you back in your stroller. This way...” I conjured a harness that wrapped around my body, the kind where you’d put a baby on the front and they’d hug your chest. “Oh! I... I mean... that sounds fun...” she started blushing again and my heart melted. I was so glad I came up with this idea, because putting her back in her stroller would have been agony. I needed her close to me. I picked up the changing bag from the back of the stroller and whisked my hand, causing the stroller to disappear. “Come on then petal, up you go!” I said as I picked her up and placed her perfectly in the harness. She was pressed against my chest, hugging me and I felt so close to her in this moment. “I... I like dis.” She commented. “Me too. Don’t worry, this isn’t permanent. I don’t quite get the height thing that the other dimension has. My friend fell in love with a little and I always wondered how they had a relationship when she was twice her wife’s height.” “That sounds... awkward.” “But hey, they looked happy. And right now, I get to keep you close and walk around town with you attached to me. When we get home I’ll let you out and we can go back to normal, okay?” “Otay Mummy.” My heart melted again. Those two simple words could do more damage to me than she realised. I waved my hand, conjuring a dummy and placing it in her mouth. “Now, let’s go get you a toy shall we?” As we walked across the side of the lake, the warmth of the sun on our skin, I looked down at my now-tiny girlfriend and smiled. “You okay poppet? Not too weird being two or three feet tall?” “It... weird, Mummy. Buh it nice being dis close to you!” “Hehe, good. Just tell me if it gets too much okay?” She nodded and rested her head on my chest. We strolled through the village, waving back at the residents as they waved to us. Occasionally we’d get stopped by someone, and they’d dote on Noelle in the harness on my chest, cooing and baby talking to her as if she was an actual baby. I was still so happy that my spell had worked. I had wanted this birthday to be special for her, and so far... I think I nailed it. Each time we got stopped, Noelle would get blushy and try to hide her face in my chest. I think she was glad she had the dummy in her mouth, that meant she didn’t have to talk back to these people, currently twice her height, as they baby talked to her. “Thanks! I’ll be sure to pop round sometime soon and have a look at your garden for you. Thanks Tom.” I said, walking away from one of my neighbour’s front gates. “Dat was... embawwassing!” Noelle said. She was quiet as a mouse whilst I chatted to the villagers. “D’aww, you’re so cute when you try to talk from behind that dummy!” I grinned. And as expected, and planned, she blushed, hiding her face in my chest one more time. I had planned that perfectly, because as she looked up once again, her eyes widened in wonder at the toy store that stood in front of us. “Is... is dis it?” “Yes babygirl. It’s not as big as all the city toy stores, but it’s still very cute and has a good selection. Remember, you can pick one toy. Anything at all.” Her legs kicked and she tried wiggling in the harness. She seemed genuinely excited, confirming everything. No vanilla or non-little would get this excited over a toy store. Opening the door, the bell above the door rang. The store wasn’t very big. Three small-ish aisles full of toys. The whole place was decked in natural materials, looking very much like an old school toy shop. The actual toys on offer were a mix though, some were traditional toys like teddy bears, wooden trains, rocking horses, but mixed in were a bunch of newer toys like electronic interactive baby toys and modern looking dolls and playsets. I was sure Ellie would be able to find something in here that she liked, even if the selection wasn’t as big as one in the city. “Oh hey Rose!” I heard from the counter. Looking over, I saw George, the owner of the shop. “What can I do for you today?” he said as I walked up to the counter, Ellie hiding her face once again. “I promised little Ellie here that she could pick out any toy she wanted.” “Any toy? Oh wow. Special occasion?” “She was a good girl today and I wanted to treat her.” Noelle looked up at me and pouted. “And it’s her birthday.” She scrunched up her nose at me and hid her face again. “Well happy birthday little Ellie! How old is she?” George asked. “She’s... two.” I said, knowing I’d get a reaction out of her. Which I did. Her little padded bum wiggled about in the harness. “They grow up so fast don’t they?” George commented. “They do. But I hope she doesn’t grow up too soon. I love having my babygirl...” Noelle clutched onto my cardigan and I knew she had no intention of ever growing up for good. “Well have a look around; if you need assistance, I’ll be here, okay?” “Okay, thanks George!” I said, walking off into the aisles. As we walked up and down the aisles repeatedly, I kept pointing out toys that may be fun for Noelle to play with in littlespace. But every time, she said no. Back and forth, up and down the aisles, going past toys we had looked at only moments before... she just couldn’t decide. “Is there nothing you like Ellie?” “I... I can’t decide Mama...” she whispered to me. “Hmm... one second. I’ve got an idea.” I turned around to the counter. “George? Have you still got those cute little comforters? The ones with the animals built into the blanket?” “I think I’ve got a couple left in the back room. I’ll just go check.” I walked over to the counter with Noelle still in the harness. Bouncing up and down slightly, she seemed to enjoy the gentle motion. I was sure she still hadn’t realised just how much of a little she is... it was like she was born for this. Just like I was born to be a Mummy to one. “Here you go. There’s three left.” George said, placing the little coloured blankets on the counter. Each one had a different animal head attached to it. “Would you like one of these babygirl?” I asked Noelle. Noelle started clapping excitedly. “I think she likes them. Go on baby... pick one of them.” There was a lion, an elephant and a unicorn. “No lion.” She whispered to me, still too shy to talk in front of this stranger to her. “She doesn’t like the lion one.” I said. George moved it out of the way. “What about the others baby?” “Umm... I can’t decide...” “Well you unicorns are cute. But Ellie... elephant...” “ELEPHANT!” She shouted out. “D’aww, she’s very happy about that one!” “Wait... can he understand me?” I shook my head. “So what do I sound like to him now? Baby babble?” I nodded and smiled. “AHHHH I WET MY NAPPY AND I LIKE IT!” she screamed. I couldn’t help but giggle as she realised what she had just said. Sure, George couldn’t understand her, all that came out of her mouth was baby babble to him. But she just admitted something very blushy in front of her Mummy. Her Mummy who understood every word she just said... “Umm...” she couldn’t stop blushing. “I think my baby is a bit soggy, so I’ll need to go change her. Hurry up babygirl, pick one.” She started blushing and pointed to the elephant comforter. “I’ll take the elephant one then please George.” I quickly paid him and picked the comforter up, handing it to Noelle. “Happy now babygirl?” She nodded and blushed into her new little friend. Her new little friend who must have seemed massive to her whilst she was this height. When she returns to her normal height, he’ll be much smaller. But I could easily make it scale with her... As we exited the store, I looked over to the hill where my little cottage stood. “Now baby, we better get home. We’ve got guests coming.” “Guests?” She looked shocked and surprised. “I invited your little friends over.” “YOU INVITED MY FRIENDS?” “Don’t worry babygirl, they will be under the same spell as the rest of the village. And we’ll make sure it works before they see you like this. If that’s too much, we can cancel everything.” “I...” She really struggled with this idea. I could tell. But I think she was enjoying this too much to give up on it now, and she seemed to enjoy the villagers all treating her like a baby, because she eventually smiled at me. “Okay. I trust you. If they work the same as the villagers, then yes." “Good. Because I’ve got a whole birthday party planned for you back at the house and our guests arrive soon!” ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! 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Chapter 38: The Threat of a New Normal... Excited by the ringing of her doorbell, Janet ran in short stunted steps towards the front; it was the kind of run that children did when they were happy and in a hurry but didn’t want to seem too excited. She was so excited she actually let me out of her sight for an instant. Not that I was going to run; I wouldn’t have made it far. I’d need a step stool and tip toes to even reach the doorknobs of her place. As Muffet Littles played on, I closed my eyes and hung my head. I would have sworn that the cartoon was called “Muffet Babies”. Was I going crazy? Was I being gaslit or something? Was this hypnosis? If I was being hypnotized, would I even know it? This couldn’t be a hypno-cartoon though. Janet had watched it right with me. Right? Then the thought, like death, like a cancer diagnosis creeped into my mind: What if Maturosis was real? What if it had always been Muffet Littles and I just didn’t notice it or I was remembering things differently? What if all the bullshit that the quasi-pediatrician had said was at least somewhat accurate? In the stories, the Amazon detective Hemlock Sholmes said that when you rule out the impossible, all that’s left is the possible; even if it was super improbable. Granted, that logic was often put to use to justify that such and such Little deserved to be in diapers or a Tweener committed the crime and needed spanking and to be sent to some kind of etiquette school; but still... What if I really was regressing into an adult sized baby? To the Amazons I was already a baby sized adult. What if the madness of Amazons... wasn’t? What if I was the one going mad? What if at least some Littles; Littles like Ivy, or Amy, or even Chaz; did start to have their biology turn on them and their brain chemistry alter to simulate what to the Amazons was no older than two? What if I was one of those Littles? It was absurd. And yet... Loud, girlish squeals and giggles made their way back to my ears. The resultant sigh was a low growl of frustration and exasperation. My life had metamorphosed from a lifelong physical crisis to a series of existential ones. Not exactly a trade up. Speaking of existential crises, I relaxed my bladder and wet myself then and there. Outside of my crib in the middle of the night, pissing myself while alone was the closest I felt I was going to get to privacy. To wet in privacy or wet in front of others; that was the only question I was allowed to ask. I felt the wetness be quickly wicked away from my skin and my bladder sing out in pleasure and relief while my penis, stupid thing that it was, smiled at the fresh warmth; a localized and very intimate shower and sponge bath. It felt awful to my brain; but acceptable to my body. How long before brain and body were more in sync? Quietly, I didn’t like the odds of my body rejecting what was forced on it more than my mind coming to accept it. I opened my eyes and watched the wet patch start to form on the front of the diaper; right below the landing zone; just beneath the smiling rainbow colored monkeys holding their balloons. I felt and saw the plastic wrinkle and distort slightly as the core absorbed my waste and the pulp bulged and expanded in places and bunched up in others. It was subtle, to be sure, but I could tell. At a glance, it would look like nothing. If there was even a single layer of clothing to cover the padding, it would be almost impossible to tell. Wet enough to swell slightly, not nearly enough to sag or droop. Most things that an Amazon would dress me in wouldn’t even conceal the dry bulk of the diaper; surely they wouldn’t notice the slightest increase in mass. Could real babies tell? Would knowing make me feel any better? Heavy footsteps signaled Janet’s return. Her eyes still had the same quiet crazy as they had moments before, an addict swimming in the drug of their choice. The giant beside her had a different, more familiar glint in her face- a junkie who hadn’t gotten her fix: Raine Forrest eyes. It wasn’t Raine Forrest beside Janet, however. Seeing the school receptionist just then would have caused me to upchuck the morning’s cereal. Only thing worse might have been Brollish...or Beouf (but for completely different reasons). As near as I can tell, the ideal aesthetic of Amazon Beauty (for women anyways) revolves around an exaggerated form of motherhood. Big breasts, but bigger hips. I’d later learn that Amazon women were just as likely to pad their hips as much as their bras. Hair is often grown long, but can be tied back and worn in a bun or a ponytail to look sporty or professional, or let down and worn big. The woman that walked in with Janet did not fit that mold. Almost no hips. Small breasts (for an Amazon, still bigger than my face), short cropped hair; super skinny jeans and a T-shirt. An Amazonian tomboy. A rare sight indeed. Only Brollish looked quite so skinny and that’s because Brollish was a skeleton wearing someone else’s skin held together in a pantsuit. If some of the more wingnut conspiracy theories on MistuhGwiffin.web held any water, this new addition might have been the mythical Little hit with a growth ray. Back in highschool and college, lots of Little girls would dress like this; some would say daring the giants to dress them up in pink and lavender frills. It’s what Cassie looked like when we first met… Being less than perfectly Mommy Femme Shiek, didn’t make the newcomer any less baby crazy. “AWWWWWWW!” the stranger squealed. “He’s even cuter in person!” Before I had a chance to react, I was overshadowed, scooped up and hugged just a bit too hard. “JANET?!” “Jessica!” Janet’s rebuke didn’t sound quite so forceful; there was more than a hint of laughter in her tone. “You’re scaring him! Stranger danger!” Instead of being put down, I was handed off to Janet. “Oh, my bad! Poor thing!” Now forced at eye level with her, the strange Amazon waved at me; all wrist. “Hi! I’m Jessica! Your Mommy’s been friends with me for a long long time!” I bit down on my tongue as the conversation, and me, moved back to the sofa; the two Amazons on the cushions and me on Janet’s lap. “Hi.” I crossed my arms over my chest. Janet wrapped an arm around my belly button. “You can call me Auntie Jessica,” the new woman said. She looked over my head and back up to Janet. “If that’s okay, I mean.” “I don’t mind it,” Janet said. “You’re like a sister to me.” “Why yes Clark, you can call this someone Auntie if you’re comfortable with it,” said no one. “I’m sorry, I hugged you without asking first, that must have been scary.” Jessica said back to me. Her voice was more measured and high pitched than when she was talking to Janet. Typical. “It’s just like I already feel like I know you. Your Mommy has already told me so much about you these last few months.” My face turned to stone. “Janet hasn’t told me a thing about you.” Another stray puzzle piece clicked into place. “Months?” Janet cleared her throat. I got the hint. Jessica didn’t. “Yeah. You’re the ex-teacher, right?” The “ex” was a punch straight down into my gullet. She looked at Janet. “He’s still calling you by your first name?” “It’s something we’re working on…” Janet said. “He was calling me Mommy just a few minutes before you came. Drank his ba-ba all up, too.” I squished a little bit as she bounced me slightly on her lap. My ex-friend had been telling the truth of course. Thrice in as many days I’d manipulated her by pushing the Mommy button (with varying degrees of success). Right now, then? In front of this stranger whom my former co-worker had apparently told so much about me; she was Janet. My pride, weak as it was, still surged and receded like waves on a beach. The fact of trauma is that no one recovers in one fell swoop. No one breaks all at once, either. In those early days I was breaking and recovering in bits and pieces and in different places simultaneously. A cut would open up on my soul here, while my psyche was still knitting itself up there, just before the stitches on my identity ripped open but after the scars on my ego had calcified. “Jaaaaaaanet…!” I whined, and caught Janet’s friend casting her a slightly dubious look. Janet stopped bouncing me. I didn’t need to see her face to feel the subtle shifts in her body. Embarrassment. Disappointment A nasty impulse jiggled around in my brain. I remembered another safe old cartoon I’d watched in my actual childhood. One about an amazing singing and dancing frog with a hat and cane that would only ribbit when anyone but its owner was around. I could be that frog; call my captor “Mommy” only when we were alone or around inconsequential folks. I’d had plenty of bratty pre-schoolers whose parents insisted that their monsters were cherubs at home. It might be karmic justice to put Janet through the same experience. She wanted to be a mother, after all. Or maybe that was the mutating brain chemistry of a not-quite fictional maturity condition justifying infantile impulses. Shit. This had to be how mindfucking and going native started… As I contemplated my own mind, the two giants started talking over me. I kept quiet, pretending to watch another episode of Muffet Littles but really just staring into the middle distance; even though the blasted cartoon was still next level messing with my mind. If I couldn’t trust the narrative of my own life, what could I trust? “Let me guess,” Jessica said, “old guest room is now a nursery?” “Yup!” Janet chirped. “Had to get it repainted, but it’s perfect. Just need more clothes.” Jessica didn’t know I was watching her watch me. “I wouldn’t worry about that for long.” “Shhh…!” Another hint missed. Holy shit...Jessica was Janet’s Tracy. Jessica chuckled a bit. “Or just keep him naked. That’s fine too.” Okay, maybe not quite Tracy. “I’m glad you got to keep the house.” A more gentle hug from Janet pressed me. “Me too. The divorce lawyer said the secret vasectomy was the nail in the coffin.” She sounded sad again. Douchebag ex-husband who I’d never met had cheated on her, snipped himself, and strung her along promising a child even though his parental desires were zero. The old me hated him for hurting a friend. The current me hated him for giving her an excuse to adopt. “But,” Janet picked her tone up again, “it all worked out for the best.” I looked up at her, her face upside down to mine. “Didn’t it?” “Yes, Janet.” I lowered my eyes back to the middle distance. The kiss on the top of my head was definitely more for her than it was for me. Jessica laughed. “Oh fudge, he’s kind of sassy isn’t he?” “Yeah,” Janet agreed. “Always has been, I think.” Another peck on my head. “He’s just getting worse at hiding it!” Her voice went cutesy and squeaky. “That look!” Jessica squealed a bit. “So cuuuute! Such a sourpuss!” Apparently, I had more tells than I thought. “It’s just like those pictures of him in the tubby!” My face burned hot. On reflex I whipped my head around and shot her my most withering glare “No! That’s the look! So adorbs! He just needs bubbles in his hair.” It was my most withering glare...and I withered… It was then that I suspected that much of my intimidation factor had been more a courtesy of my station than any inherent quality of mine. That figured… “Does that mean you’re going to be opting out of game night?” Jessica asked, picking up her conversation. “Being a new Mommy and all?” “Game night?” I echoed up. They ignored me. “I don’t think so,” Janet said. “Though maybe we could relocate here for the next couple of sessions?” Game night. I knew what it was in concept. It was absurdly easy to figure out: Friends get together and play games. There was a shelf by the near wall that had several boxes of board games stacked up. I grimaced. Intellectually I knew about it. Emotionally, it felt almost alien to me. Ever since buying the house, most of Cassie’s and I’s nights were spent alone together. Our Little friends lived too far away to just casually drop by for parcheesi or whatever. Even a harmless round of checkers seemed dangerous after a certain age. In my experience, most adult Littles gathered and bitched about Amazons...usually with some heavy drinking. Amazons could play games though; their adulthood was never in question. Their leisure was never up for debate, while most of my adult life was structured around avoiding Amazons. Typical. “You’re not bringing him to the winery later this month, are you?” Jessica asked. “The bottling party wouldn’t be the same without you.” “Winery?” I asked. “You make your own wine?” Janet patted my head. “Clark, Grown-Ups are talking.” “Janet…” “It’s not that kind of bottle, hun,” Jessica teased. She returned her attention to her friend. “Do you need someone to watch? I wouldn’t mind.” Janet scoffed. “And miss out on tipsy-Jess?” Amazons got to drink AND play casual games? More simple proof that the world was not fair. “I want you to have a good time, too.” “Yeah, but I’d love to babysit.” My eyes widened “Babysi-?!” “Ooops!” Janet’s hands clapped lightly over my ears. They did nothing to muffle what she said. “He’s not quite comfortable with the b-a-b-y word, yet.” “Oops!” the lankier Amazon said. “I meant, I’d love to Littlesit.” I just stared. “Big boy sit?” “I’m an adult…” She smirked. “You’re wearing a diaper, hun.” “I’m potty trained!” So this is what a broken record felt like. Janet bounced me on her leg one more time. “You’re also wet. Do you want changed?” There was no good answer to that. I managed to wriggle down off her lap and slide down to the floor. I pointed a finger accusingly. “Because you won’t let me use the bathroom!” BOOM! CASE CLOSED! “You haven’t even asked me to use the potty.” My mouth went dry. Shit. Fuck. Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh shit, oh fuck! My jaw all but kissed my neck. I hadn’t. But why would I? Why ask a question when you already know what the answer would be. I’d lost my ability to teacher stare, but Janet’s condescending smirk and challenging glare was still on point. It was the same matter-of-fact superiority that she’d coyly radiated when pointing out that I’d potty trained some of her students way back when. This must have been how they felt: Impotent, embarrassed and without retort or recourse. “Can I?” I asked, timidly. “Can I use the toilet...Janet?” The two Amazons exchanged brief looks. “Why would I, Clark? You’ve already shown that you need diapers. It’s on your I.E.P. You’ve been perfectly comfortable wearing a wet one until I brought it up.” She paused. “Do you want Mommy to change you?” Damn it. Right then I bet that she would have caved if I had called it a ‘potty’ and asked her as ‘Mommy’. She would have been tempted, anyways. No good answer to the changing question; it’s like “are you still beating your wife?”. Yes or no, didn’t matter. So I did the stupid thing. I said nothing and walked away to the other side of the room; my butt crinkling with every step and gravity just starting to make the wet Monkeez droop a bit in front. “That’s fine,” Janet called out after me. “You’re not that wet. You can wait a little while.” I harumphed and peed a bit more before sitting back down on the carpet. Might as well. The apple juice was already running its way through me. Stupid, typical Amazon bullshit. I wasn’t allowed to use the toilet because I’d wet my diaper and I was being forced to wet my diaper because one time I hadn’t made it to the toilet. It’s what I’d expected. It still hurt, though. I looked down at the diaper and poked at the spongey soaked front. How much had I peed? So much harder to tell after the first wetting. Dry to wet was an immediate contrast. After that, though, it might be like turning up the heat on a lobster pot. A few degrees here, a few degrees there, next thing you know you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve peed and are on the verge of leaking. Unpotty trained? Mind fucked? Gone Native? Maturosis? Just plain old broken down? I didn’t have any answers. I tried to bury my shame and my attention. I rolled over to my stomach and rested my chin in my hands; burying the front of my diaper in the carpet and my focus on the stupid fucking cartoon that was a mockery of my lost childhood. “Alien planet below! Prepare to land!” Baby (Little) Skooner said as the makeshift UFO skidded across the Muffet Nursery. The black and white stock footage of a B-Movie was still there representing the tyke’s imagination. Same exact bit. But when the footage resumed to animation, it was the same bastardized Little version instead of their baby counterparts. “Hmmm…” Little (Baby) Kremit said. “Looks like a friendly planet to me.” They weren’t kids playing pretend, anymore. They were adults acting like kids. They were a reflection of who I was trapped as; not as who I used to be. In a terribly poetic way, it made sense. The Muffet Babies of my youth was never quite a prequel beyond a few references in bygone television specials. They had different voice actors than the main puppeteers of the Muffets. Some characters, like Skeener, were never even made into proper puppets. They never had birthdays or talks of school. Just like Littles, the Muffet Babies were never allowed to grow-up. Maybe I had remembered wrong. Maybe they always were the Muffet Littles. It’s awful feeling like an unreliable narrator in your own story. I seethed and hid my face back in my hands. Half-listening and fuming and yes, pouting. The women on the couch continued gabbing and catching up like old friends. Due to distance, my own distractibility, and T.V. volume, I was only able to pick up bits of conversation here and there. Gardening. Horse Racing. Something called a cosset. Completely mundane stuff. Boring stuff. Normal stuff. So-called grown-ups talking about normal boring stuff while I tried to keep my mind stimulated and distracted. Damn. Might this become my new normal? I hoped not. I heard soft footsteps leave the room, but didn’t bother to look up. I felt more than saw Janet’s shadow hovering over me. I was all too aware as she hooked her fingers in the back of my diaper. So much for not checking me quite so often. I started to grumble “I didn’t shi-!” “Auntie Jessica’s just checkin’.” That wasn’t Janet. “TICKLE TIME!” Thin, bony fingers that were still so much bigger than my own dug into me at lightning speed. Into my ribs, under my armpits, into the side of my stomach. “NOOOOOOOOO-O-O-O-O!” My screams of protests came out as panicked laughter as her fingers worked me over, playing my sides like a keyboard in double time. “STAH-AH-AH-AH-AHP!” I contracted and convulsed on the floor as the giant pinned me down. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t BREATHE! She only needed one hand on my back to keep me still enough to torment. The only thing that matched my panicked, pained laughter was her own gleeful tittering. “Auntie’s gonna getcha! Auntie’s gonna getcha!” More soft footsteps on the carpet. “Jessica!” Janet sounded far more amused than upset. “What are you doing to my poor Little boy?” Kneeling on the carpet next to my prone and huffing body, Jessica stopped tickling me. “Just thought I’d help?” ”Help?” “Get all the pee-pee out before you change him.” I gulped. Did I pee again? It was difficult to know. “Changed?” I asked. “But I thought…you said…” Staying in the wet diaper had been a bad choice, but it was at least a choice I’d been allowed to make. Janet already had a fresh diaper and a pack wipes in one hand and a fresh bottle of juice in the other. “Company’s almost here.” “Company?” I got no answer. What I got was flipped over onto my back. I pointed up to the tomboy Amazon. “I thought she was-” “Sure you don’t wanna change him in his room?” Jessica interrupted. Janet opened up the wipes and started to unfold the new diaper. “It’s fine here,” Janet said. “I’ve been listening to some Little Voices podcasts.” “Added more to your playlist?” “Yeah. They say that changing in different places can help with adjustments. Some Littles struggling with Maturosis try to hold it in at first; pretend they’re still potty trained.” “Mmmm-hmmm…” It was practically an Amen. “Changing in different places and at different times helps ease things. If they can be changed anytime and anywhere, they won’t feel so bad about needing to go anytime and anywhere.” Translation: Desensitize Littles to getting stripped down and wiped anywhere so that they don’t try timing their bowel movements to coincide with a scheduled diaper change. Though damned if that wasn’t exactly what I was guilty of just the day before. “Some experts think it even helps prevent constipation.” I crossed my arms over my chest. Might as well get this over with… “Do you want Lion?” “No.” Jessica wondered, “Lion?” “I’ll show you later. It’s the cutest thing.” Jessica was still the one hovering closest to me. Just when Janet was starting to eyeball the tapes on my diaper, she spoke up. “Can I change him?” she asked. “For practice? Babysitting?” A thin smile, a deviously cocky one, blossomed. “Are you cosseting?” Janet asked. Jessica inched her thumb and forefinger together. “Maybe a little…” The two giggled like schoolgirls. Janet rolled her eyes good naturally. “Heh. Fine.” The tapes were loudly ripped off before Janet finished giving her consent. One of the few taboos I knew of among Amazons was stealing each other’s padded prisoners. It’s why positions such as daycare workers, positions like Beouf’s and Zoge’s were not-so-secretly coveted. Got to play with all the ‘babies’ all day and get paid for it; a teacher’s salary in Beouf’s case. Jessica and Janet must have been really close if she was already being allowed this ‘privilege’. I winced and grunted as the first flurry of baby wipes were rubbed on me. My junk was like a dish with a stubborn grease spot. “Not so hard,” Janet told her friend. “Be gentle.” Took the words right out of my mouth. Speaking of mouth. “Drink up, hon! Don’t want you getting dehydrated.” More apple juice was squirted into my mouth. Janet was using this opportunity to multitask. Clean up the bottom while filling up the top. The new diaper wouldn’t stay dry long if this kept up. That was kind of the point though, wasn’t it? “No powder?” Jessica asked, balling up the wet diaper and wipes right out from under me. Still holding the bottle in my mouth, Janet shook her head. “Don’t want any accidentally on the carpet.” Her mouth twitched. “Darn it. Should have gotten a stuffer, too. That way we could make it through the whole shebang without stopping for a change.” “Oh no,” Jessica slipped the replacement under me and started taping it up. “Mommy will have to change her Little boy...again. Not that. No. Next you’ll be telling us not to throw you into the briar patch.” “Point taken.” I gurgled and gargled behind the nipple. “Hull shhbbbng?” “You’ll see.” The complete stranger who’d just changed me winked. “Throw the diaper away…?” Her tone was friendly, mock begging for a favor. “You changed it, you toss it,” Janet said. “Can’t blame me for trying,” Janet stood with the old diaper, my old diaper, balled up in one hand. “Pail in the nursery?” Janet dared not take the bottle out of my mouth. “That or the trashcan in the kitchen. Either works. “Kay-kay.” Jessica went towards the back of the house, towards my cell; because of course she did. DING-DONG! “Company,” Janet said. She handed me the bottle and booped me on the nose. “You wait right here.” She went for the front door. “COMING!” Great. More company. I spat out the bottle and stood up. Who next? Her parents? Was I going to have to call them ‘Grampy’ and ‘Grammy’? The television went to commercial; a commercial that saved a piece of my sanity. “It was the day of the big game at Monkeez stadium” the bodiless narrator said. I looked at the T.V. I’d seen this commercial before. The camera cut to a tight shot of babies in the stands, playing the parts of fans. Something was different, though. There were more shots that weren’t in the cut I’d seen previously. In amongst the Amazon babies were Littles cheering right alongside them, all clad in nothing but Monkeez. And they were smiling and clapping and fumbling with their hands just as much. They were either completely mind fucked or acting the part. “But the star receiver couldn’t catch a pass,” the narrator said, just like before. Instead of a cute toddler being tossed foam footballs, the part of the star receiver in the plain white saggy Brand X diaper might have been in his early to mid twenties. “And no wonder, there was an offensive leak in his diaper!” “Here comes the coach with a new game plan. Monkeez Lil’ Steps Diapers, now with a more absorbent center, and Monkeez leg elastics to help eliminate gaps in the defense!” The ‘COACH’ bringing out the diapers was the same normal Amazon baby. “Same audio tracks,” I whispered to myself. That’s how they did it. “Different takes.” They filmed the same commercial twice and substituted in Little actors and extras. Just like with the Muffet Babies turning into the Muffet Littles. Same dialogue. Same audio. Different visuals. But why? On the commercial, the screen had gone to the computer generated diagram of the diaper’s features as before; including one that I’d taken for granted last time. Sizing. I looked down at the waistband of my new diaper. Though it was mostly covered by the tapes, I could still make out the size written down in a babyish star stencil. I was wearing a Monkeez size 9. Of course! A lightbulb exploded in my gray matter. “Monkeez is the only major diaper company that sizes for all babies,” Michelle had said months ago. Only then did I truly appreciate the implications. ALL BABIES. I wasn’t wearing a scaled up version of what Little children wore. I was wearing the exact same thing, just a different size! If Little children wore diapers sized starting at one, but Amazon children wore size eights and nines and tens, there was an implicit message. It was the same reason why Amazons still measured in pounds and feet. A unified system of measurement to psychologically favor the Amazons and how big they were. I wasn’t an adult being treated like a baby being put in the same size three and four diapers that Little babies were. I was the same baby as any other Amazon child; I was just done growing up. It’s why Janet didn’t seem to notice the difference at first between me describing Muffet Babies and Muffet Littles . It’s why Dr. Milton insisted that I was an ‘Adult Baby’. It’s why the stupid diaper commercial had a mix of actual Amazon children and babied Littles. As a culture, as a whole, they didn’t want to see the difference between their children and our adults. They’d blurred the line. Deep down, the Amazons weren’t just gaslighting us. They were gaslighting themselves too. I felt like Archimedes when he discovered the principle of displacement. I felt like Archimodes when he stumbled upon the principle of absorption. In that instant, I knew the truth. I wasn’t crazy. Not yet. “Okay team, let’s FIGHT! THOSE! LEAKS!” And I didn’t have Maturosis. Maturosis didn’t exist. It was a real EUREKA moment! I was feeling completely justified in my decades-long paranoia. “And it’s a touchdown!” The Little man spiked the football, just like his infant counterpart had.. “What a happy day for Monkeez fans.” I tossed my arms into the air, fists clenched in the victory of seeing through the bullshit. “YES!” My jubilation was cut short by peels of laughter and overcome by cooing. Voices. Lots of them. I whipped my head around away from the television. Filtering into Janet’s living room were faces, lots of them. Familiar ones. Faculty. Staff. Ex-Coworkers. Holding gift wrapped boxes, and wearing sickeningly adoring smiles. I was hairless from the neck down and naked save for the fresh diaper that’d just been taped onto me. And from their perspective, they’d just caught me cheering. Cheering at a fake touchdown in a Monkeez diaper commercial. This was not going to end well for me...

Dan and his men are in trouble and there is no signs of anything getting better any time soon. Following the announcement of a test Dan notices some strange things happening but feels helpless to get himself out of it. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. I post a 2,000+ word update every four or five days. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY-THREE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- The first thing Dan became aware of was a pounding headache. The second thing was the noise, it didn’t sound like the common room but it didn’t sound like his cell either. Bravely trying to open his eyes Dan saw bright lights above him, he tried to cover his face but found his wrists strapped to something. He was lying in a bed with his arms and legs strapped to the metal frame. “W-Where am I?” Dan croaked out through a throat that felt like sandpaper. As his eyes adjusted Dan realised this wasn’t just an ordinary bed. The sides of the metal frame had thick bars that rose high above the mattress on all sides. Over the top and hanging from the ceiling was a brightly coloured mobile that was tinkling away quietly in the large room. It didn’t take Dan long to realise he was in a crib. Feeling was returning to Dan’s body slowly and he knew as soon as he could feel his waist that not only was he heavily diapered but the padding was well used. He shifted slightly and felt stickiness holding the diaper to his backside like glue. Dan didn’t know how long he had been lying there but from the state of his diaper he suspected it had been quite a while. Dan’s head flopped to one side and he saw a row of other cribs. Unlike the crib Dan was lying in all the others had their sides lowered and the other soldiers were playing on the floor. The scene made the Lieutenant shudder. From a cursory glance at the soldiers it seemed that all of them were completely gone mentally. “Dat’s mine!” Sergeant Davies yelled out as he snatched a toy helicopter from Private Longworth. Longworth burst into tears as the Sergeant started running around holding the toy in the air and making engine sound. They were all dressed in diapers and camouflage onesies, a mockery of their military backgrounds. Jones and Chamberlain were both building with large blocks on a table nearby. Chamberlain was sucking on a large pacifier that was clipped to his onesie and Jones was drinking from a bottle. The scariest part about all this was how happy the adult babies looked. Dan felt horror at the prospect of becoming like these people. He could feel fog in his brain, he knew he wasn’t far from losing his mind. Dan was trying his best to keep his emotions in control as he watched Sergeant Davies running around with his helicopter. The tall brutish man suddenly stopped and squatted in a way that Dan immediately recognised. The gruff man grunted and Dan could see the faraway look in his eyes as he helplessly filled his underpants like a baby. Dan turned his head to look away and found that Jones was standing right next to the crib and looking in. As Dan watched he saw liquid starting to run down the man’s legs and the bottom of his onesie was quickly turning a darker colour. His diaper was leaking as the young man wet himself like a toddler. Dan swallowed hard as he closed his eyes and tried to remember basic information. He tried to recall his address and his wife’s face but found the pictures in his head blurry, his memories and intelligence was slipping just like all these other grown men. There was no time any more, Dan had to get out of here before he ended up just like the others. “Jones, can you hear me?” Dan said quietly to the man next to the crib. Jones was looking down at the puddle forming around his feet but now looked up to see Dan’s imploring eyes. He nodded his head as the bottom of his onesie dripped on to the ever growing puddle. “Can you untie me?” Dan asked. He tried to keep his voice happy despite his horror at everything that was happening. “I dunno if I’m spos’ta.” Jones lisped childishly. “It’ll be OK.” Dan forced a smile across his face, “The doctors said I should get one of you to untie me when I wake up.” “I dunno.” Jones shrugged and looked like he was about to wonder away. He was eyeing some colouring books with interest. “If you undo this strap I can come play with you.” Dan said with faux cheerily. “Pway?” Jones seemed to be giving this some serious thought. Dan quickly nodded his head and hoped that the baby-brained man would do as he asked. He was sure if he stayed here another day he would end up just like them. He would rather be shot trying to escape then stay here like this. “Otay!” Jones suddenly said with a big smile curling his lips. Dan could barely believe his luck as Jones reached in with uncoordinated hands that looked sticky. He fiddled with one of the straps but seemed to get frustrated very quickly and Dan was scared he would get bored and walk away. “Just press that big button right there.” Dan said encouragingly as if talking to a child, “That’s it. Good boy!” The straps on Dan’s left arm suddenly slackened as the button was pressed and the Lieutenant wasted no time in reaching over and pressing the button on the strap holding his other arm down. His legs came next and very soon he was kneeling in his crib. His heavy diaper hung low between his legs. “Now just step on that lever.” Dan said as he reached through the bars and pointed down. Jones did what he was told and the side of the crib came rattling down allowing Dan to spring out on to the floor. He looked around again to assess the situation. The room was quite big but most of it’s space was occupied. The big cribs were against one wall and a changing table was against the opposite one. At the rear of the room were five highchairs and Dan shuddered when he saw his name stuck on one of them in brightly coloured stickers. The other wall was mostly bare except for the only door, there were no windows but cameras were in the corners of the room and looking down on the play area. Dan had to hope whoever was monitoring these robotic eyes wasn’t paying much attention. Dan’s plan was simple. He would pretend to play by the door in his soiled diaper, someone would have to come in soon to check and change the diapers. Dan had some blocks and he wanted to reach over as the door closed and use the block to keep it unlocked and then as soon as whoever came in wasn’t looking he would make a break for it. His chances were slim to none but it was the only shot he had left, if he ended up a drooly pseudo-infant he would never be able to escape and alert people as to what was going on. The wait was interminable and Dan carefully prepared himself for what felt like hours as he pretended to play. When he finally heard footsteps on the other side of the door he felt his heart rate double. This was it. The footsteps stopped just outside the door and Dan heard some beeps from what he guessed was a computerised locking system. There was a loud click and then a buzz as the door became unlocked. Dan tried to keep an eye on the door as he played and he saw it open up. It was Dr. Porter stepping inside and as she let the door go behind her Dan took his one and only opportunity. Before the doctor could see what he was doing he quickly picked up a large rectangular block and put it in the doorway against the frame. He watched with baited breath as the door swung closed, it seemed to take an age but it finally hit the block. To Dan’s intense delight the door remained ajar. “Hmm, it seems our intrepid Lieutenant got out of his crib.” Dr. Porter was looking down at Dan as he resumed playing, “But… you’re playing? Tell me, has the gas finally broken your resistance?” Dan looked up at the woman who had broken all of his men. He knew what he had to do to. As much as it sickened him to think about he had to make this evil doctor believe he was now nothing more than a baby. “Are you Mommy?” Dan asked in the highest and most childish voice he could manage, “I did a stinky in my diapie!” Dan tried not to let the humiliation and shame of what he was doing get to him. He reminded himself that this was all necessary to escape but it still felt like he was betraying himself. Even worse there was a part of his brain that liked it, the part corrupted by the gas seemed to want him to talk and act like a baby more. It wanted to give in and surrender to the infantilism that was poisoning his mind. He was having to work hard to keep the childish thoughts in a box. “Seems about right.” Dr. Porter snorted contemptuously, “You’ll be happy to know we have now refined the gas. One dose should reduce anyone to a baby now so your sacrifice was not in vain.” Dan tried to look as clueless as possible as the doctor stood up and started walking deeper into the room. He could barely breathe as the moment to act came to hand. He shifted his weight and climbed up to his knees, the diaper wrapped around his waist crinkled but remained pasted to his butt. Dan was soon on his feet and Dr. Porter was still walking deeper into the room. She seemed clueless as to what was going on behind her as Dan looked towards the door. There was no time for second thoughts. Dan took the two steps to the door very quickly and pulled the door open. He kicked the block out into the hallway where it clattered into the wall loudly. Looking out into the hallway Dan suddenly heard a noise from behind him, it was Dr. Porter wheeling around. Dan looked over his shoulder and wished he could capture the look of pure horror on the woman’s face, if he had the opportunity he would’ve stayed in that moment forever. “No!” Dr. Porter cried out, “Stop!” Dan had no intention of listening to the evil doctor and he quickly stepped out and closed the door behind him. Dr. Porter had sprinted back towards the door and reached it only as the door fully closed and locked. Dan could see Dr. Porter looking through the window at him with eyes almost as wide as her mouth. She almost imperceptibly shook her head in disbelief. Dan couldn’t savour the sight of the desperate woman for long, he knew this would be seen on cameras and people could be coming at any moment. “You can’t do this!” Dr. Porter’s voice was audible but muffled by the door between them. Dan could see her pulling on the handle to no effect. There was a computer next to the door and Dan noticed that Dr. Porter had left her key card in the slot. He saw a menu on the screen with a bunch of options, some looked very technical and he didn’t understand them but some of them seemed very simple. There was one that took his eye and caused a smile to break out across his face. Dan knew his soldiers were a lost cause thanks to the gas so he felt no hesitation as his finger moved up over the touchscreen to an option that was red and surrounded by warnings. “Initiate Gas” was sitting there and begging to be pressed. Dan who had never been malicious looked through the window at the increasingly desperate doctor and smiled evilly. It seemed to take Dr. Porter a second to realise what was happening. “No…” Dr. Porter sounded desperate. Her face was contorted with fear, “Please. Let’s talk about this…” Seeing the veneer of control disappearing from Dr. Porter made Dan feel amazing. The righteous vengeance flowed through Dan’s veins and he had to remind himself that time was of the essence. He pressed the button and immediately heard the speakers in the room crackle to life. “AB Gas deployment commencing.” Dr. Porter’s own voice read out as a recording through the speakers. Dan smiled wickedly at the irony. Dr. Porter spun around at the sound of her voice and looked up at the vent where she now knew gas was now coming in. Dan watched her as the realisation that she was about to be hit with the fully powered gas, he didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. As the doctor turned to face the window Dan simply waved at her. After everything she had done Dan was glad to see the terror in her face. Dan saw as Dr. Porter’s face seemed to slacken and her attempts to get out got weaker. Soon she was slumping down the door and on to the ground.

31 The toilet sat quietly in front of him, its lid open, like a gaping porcelain mouth just waiting for him to do his business. Adam waited, too. It'd been around 24 hours since he'd visited a toilet, and to be honest, the reunion was a little intimidating. He decided to take his time and let it come naturally, if the girls had to wait longer in the SUV so be it. They were on his terms now, he knew it, they knew it, and it was just a matter of exercising that power now. It was all too weird. The subsequent blackout. Waking up the pink bedroom, wearing his regular clothes, and in normal undies after a pair of days heading towards diapers. It all felt like he was sleepwalking, still deep within a dream. Probably because he couldn't recall anything after they started 'Katie's plan'. The one that involved a video and ‘complete baby mode’. She was kind enough to help him fill in the blanks after she woke him up and pulled him out of the pink bed. That’s where they took him after he passed out. Katie informed him that in the moment of truth, his eyes went all glowy, and he probably couldn’t remember the rest. That’s the way that the Entity worked, through gaslighting and memory manipulation. Also, Katie explained how it all worked perfectly, how he was an absolute perfect baby, and that she showed them the video and they all turned back to normal. A perfect ending. That freaking easy. And it made him feel uneasy. Especially the way she smiled after he told her everything he could about the 'dream girl' in the pink room, every freaking detail he could pull together from all of the strangeness. When he thought about it, Katie had a duplicitous smile, and she also came up with some weird rules. The most important being her warning against mentioning the Entity to anyone else. Especially to Charity, Marisa, and Mrs. Hartmann, or else they could get 're-infected'. Those were her words, and not his. His head rang like a bell. Like it was emptied of something and filled with something else. A something that he couldn't feel or touch, just experience. He didn't know it, but Adam was already beginning to feel the events of the weekend sofly fading away, like a handwritten love letter left in the rain, until it became blotchy and subject to changing interpretations. He studied the bathroom with a new pair of eyes. The variety of experiences here, the one with Katie and the diaper, the one with Marisa and the spanking, and the first grape candy scented bubble bath he received from Katie after he fell into the mud. All of which was carefully planned at his expense. Now that things had calmed down more than a bit, Adam had already started reflecting on the events of the weekend, recalling winks and nods between the conspirators, the way they all did their part in his betrayal. Regression is just the best. Those words belonged to creepy Diane, still out there under the influence, calling the shots at the baby store from hell. The words made him wonder just how much of the events over the weekend came from the cruelty of the three girls or the Entity from 'out of town'. He probably would never know, and if there even was a difference, things probably wouldn't have turned out too much different than they did. He felt the need coming, Adam freely peed into the potty. It was exorcising his own demons in a way. He was still potty trained, the damage from this point would only be psychological, one could only hope. He finished up, gave himself a little wiggle, zipped up his pants. Adam looked at his reflection in the mirror as he washed his hands, fully expecting to see blue eyes, or red eyes, or any color eyes but his normal ones. But it was over, like it never even happened. “I’m proud of you, Adam. It wasn’t easy, I thought for sure that you were a goner, but you did good.” Adam choked when he recognized the voice, and quickly turned to see Princess Tinkles in the doorway. This time she was in a navy blue dress, like something from the Victorian era, when petticoats were a thing. A huge blue lacy bow tied her blondish hair into a drawn out ponytail. A tiny hint of a cloth diaper snuck out beneath the doily inspired underskirt. Almost as if it was designed to be that way on purpose. He shot an accusatory finger her way, shooting water droplets into the air. “You’re going to have to explain just who you are and what you’re doing here.” The girl curtsied, her tiny little hands pulled her dress to her sides. “I’m the forever baby, the one that stays in diapers, missed by my mommies and daddies. The one that hides alone in her room. My box. My tiny Cube.” He asked, “Do you have a name?” “Adam, I don’t have a name because I’m not exactly a person. I’m more of a feeling, an idea in corporeal form. You’re only seeing what I represent with human eyes, understanding with a human brain, trying to comprehend with your human experience. I’m what you think a toddler should look like.” “You should still have a name,” Adam countered. The toddler thought about it for a moment. “I believe that you think I’m something of a Princess Tinkles," she answered. "I’m not sure that I like that name.” “Whatever, Tinks.” The girl looked unbearably cute even when she was angry. Adam didn’t come up here for the existential lecture about human experience, he came up here to pee. Looks like he got to do both. He dried his hands on a nearby towel. “Are you here to play dress up dollies again?” "No. Maybe another time. You still need to make changes, don’t you?” Adam hesitated. Looked himself over again in the mirror, then nodded. “You can’t stay a kid forever, Adam. Trust me on this one, it’s not nearly as fun as you think.” “I can imagine,” Adam started, “I’m pretty sure I still have a diaper rash.” The guru girl giggled behind the tiniest of white gloves brought to her mouth. “Go and grow up, stand for something, your life is waiting for you.” “Thank you, if it wasn’t for advice about the mirrors and photographs, I wouldn't have been able to destroy them." Princess Tinkles shook her head from side to side, like she was saying 'no' to a spoonful of mashed peas. “They’re not destroyed, they’re just convinced to leave you alone.” Big bad Diane came to mind again, and how her influence had seemingly infinite reach. He could avoid that baby store for the rest of his life, but he wasn’t sure if that would be enough, she didn’t seem like the type to just ‘let things go’. There was something else, however. Just on the edge of his mind, he couldn't quite reach it, even with a ladder. It was there, and Adam knew it. Adam wondered aloud, “I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something important.” “Let me be the first to remind you, the less you know, the safer you are.” Adam scratched his head. “I don’t know about that.” “Don’t worry, your memory is already starting to decay. Soon, I'll be gone. I just wanted to say goodbye before I faded away.” Adam blinked. And everything about Princess Tinkles was gone. After a mindless few seconds, he finished drying his hands on a towel, before shaking his head. He could’ve sworn he saw something in the doorway, but when he looked up, nothing was there. He also thought he heard the voice of a little girl. Maybe this place was haunted? He carried that frightening thought to the red SUV. All of the girls were already in the car, leaving him an empty seat. One that was noticeably free from a princess pink booster. Slowly and surely, the supernatural was sucked out of his story. The only thing left was a prank-filled weekend, where the girls put him in diapers, made him mess them, and he wore a Pikachu onesie. That’s what stood out from the brain fog, those were the facts on which he could cling. ........ The way home wasn't cathartic, exactly the opposite. Adam could barely keep still, the quiet in the car hurt his ears, it grabbed and pulled at him to say something. There were nagging questions that needed answers, even internally he didn't have a clue to what had happened. However, those thoughts are like thorns or splinters, they can hardly be ignored once they've pierced the skin. It was digging at him. The car full of girls who picked on him, the feeling of being a victim to something he couldn't fully remember. Still, there were those girls. Right in front of him. The whole world revolves around that unanswered question: Why? Why did this weekend happen? Not what or how, those were lost causes by this point. Maybe if he figured that out, he'd pick up the parts he was missing. Could it all be blamed on the E-? He couldn't remember the word, it couldn't be finished in his mind, and somehow he knew it couldn't be pushed through his lips. It stood for something bad. Now, it was gone. Again, there were those girls. Right in front of him. He had to get answers, and they were trapped in the car with him this time around. Marisa turned around from the passenger seat. “Adam, I’m sorry about what happened.” Charity relayed the same message, shaking his thigh with one of her hands. "Yeah, I'm sorry kiddo." In the driver seat, Mrs. Hartmann looked already in denial about her role in the elaborate prank. He guessed that kind of immediate repression came with a healthy dose of narcissism. Katie said nothing. Staring out the window with a forlorn expression on her face, concentrating on the trees and distant skyline. She was always weird and quiet, but she put an end to all of the bullying. Adam somehow knew this, but it was like a movie he'd seen before, but not remember how it went. His brain told him a story, but it felt like a lucid dream or foggy memory. “Thanks for the half-hearted apology,” Adam growled. “What else could we do?" Marisa replied. "Things got weird, Adam. That’s not our fault.” Things got weird, Adam. What things did she remember that he couldn't? It didn't matter. Anger took over the wheel now, he'd let it drive him to wherever it wanted to go. “Not your fault?!” Adam fumed. “This is all your fault, don’t try weaseling out of that fact.” The car got quiet again, he stared at the empty countryside as his rage boiled over. Time to make changes, time to stand up for himself. He thought about the steel inside of him, the part of him that kept him from being a toy. The coiled spring. The bubbling resolve. Fake things that defined him on the inside. He was done being a victim. He didn’t need sunlight, he was sunlight. These three girls and clueless mom made him suffer for being weak. He loudly cleared his throat and began to finish this business. "The problem is that life is too easy for girls like you. It's easy being pretty and popular, it comes naturally, like breathing or something." "Here we freaking go," Charity groaned. "That's not the case," Marisa argued, "and you know that you're oversimplifying all of this." Adam leaned forward towards the front of the car and directed his venom at Marisa. "Did they even have to count the votes for homecoming queen? It was so much of a foregone conclusion that all of the suspense was sucked away until it wasn't even a thing anymore.” Marisa quietly scoffed from the passenger seat, but Adam sat taller behind her, just getting started. “You're always the star of the show, the lead in every play, and you hit every note perfectly when you sing. You're always pretty, even when you're not. Why can't you see that you're not like other girls? You know, the ones who wish that they were you, and all you do with your lucky life is pick on a guy like me. What does that say about you as a person?" There was no answer. Adam peered around the back of the front seat, and could see her shoulders softly shaking. Was she crying? Good. Great even. She deserved to feel worse. It felt good to strike back at them. Charity grabbed at his shoulder. "You don't have to be so rude, Adam." "Yeah, I do,” Adam snapped as he ripped her hand away, “and don't get me started with you." "Start with me, I don't give a shit what you think." The cheerleader braced herself as she crossed her arms, he could see the vulnerability through the 'tough girl' persona. He'd strike it with everything he could, make her hurt just like she made him hurt. "You see, that's where you're wrong," Adam started in on the blonde bimbo. "You do 'give a shit' about what everyone thinks, that's why you are the way you are. You pretend that you are past other people's opinions, that you're so bored with everything. Sex is so easy for you. That's not the case for everyone. You should hear the way you're talked about in the hall —" "I do hear everything," Charity interrupted, "but I don't care, they're all jealous of me." He waved a finger in her face. "And you keep lying to yourself. It's alright to lie to other people, you do it all the time. Just go with the flow, whatever happens, happens. You use people, Charity. You need everyone to become the mirror that tells you that you're pretty, that you're wanted, or needed; because you feel so incredibly ugly on the inside. If we were being honest, we wouldn't envy you, we would pity you. You're empty without desire, that's probably the reason why you are the way you are. You need idiots like Jeremy to stare at your tits to feel alive." Charity reared back and slapped him across the face, but Adam didn’t flinch. He let the pain flare as he stared the cheerleader down. Every part of him felt on fire, his skin danced and his eyes burned. She crumpled like a coke can right in front of him, wrapping her arms around her knees before turning towards Katie in defeat. As far as Katie went, the honor student just watched his ranting with a calm expression on her face. He’d go after her, too. It felt good to stand up for himself. Like running free in an open field, not daring to think about the consequences of his words that would become land mines beneath his feet. Adam spun his hatred her way like a flaming frisbee. “Katie, you're at fault, too. The whole reason you're here is that you want to fit in with these other girls, despite knowing that they were up to no good, knowing that they planned on mistreating me. None of this would have happened if you didn't go along with the bullying. Katie, it doesn’t take straight A’s to know that." “Careful, Adam.” Katie warned him with her dark eyes flashing. However, Adam wasn't careful. "You can't blame everything on the E-, the E-." Despite all of his anger and rage, he couldn't finish saying something. That something important that couldn't cross his lips got stuck in his throat, making him literally choke on his own words. He struggled for a couple of seconds, making a gurgling sound as he tried to pry it free with his hands. "Are you having a hard time saying something, Adam?" Katie leaned forward around Charity. Oh, Jeez. She looked really scary for some reason. Katie asked, "Do you need help using your words?" That's ridiculous. He could use whatever words he wanted, all except that one. He didn't remember it anyways, but that wasn't important. His anger didn't need to figure out what happened, it only needed to get even. It was no big deal that he couldn’t fully remember the crimes committed against them; they were all guilty because they picked on him. That was for certain, the bits and pieces he could pull together told him that much. They probably remembered the same. He coughed a couple of times as he recovered. Luckily, anger was still driving him on autopilot across the finish line. "You guys treated me like an object! I was a doll to you, a joke, at best a harmless prank! You didn't need to come ruin me like you did, but you were too pretty, too sexy, too smart to leave me alone. Now that you've done your damage, you want to pretend that this didn't happen, or weren’t the cause for this nightmare. It's all your fault! I hate you for what you did!" Mrs. Hartmann shouted, "You can stop now! You made your point!" The whole car swerved out of its comfort zone. Which always happens when anger takes the wheel. Adam would let it keep driving as long as he could, the heat in his chest burst, he was seeing red. "You’re far from perfect yourself, Lindsey! You only show up when it suits you. You don't get to be the cool mom, hot mom, and honest mom." "What are you even saying?" Marisa asked, sounding just as dumbfounded as her mom looked in the rear view mirror. "I'm saying that I'm mad at the way you guys treated me." "Fine. We get it. Shut up." Charity mumbled around her fingers as she chewed her nails. They finished the long as hell car ride in silence. All the while, Adam wondered if he did the right thing by lashing out. ...... A few hours later, the car pulled in front of his house. It looked like most houses in Lovington, white picket fence, tiny yard, two stories of the American dream wrapped up in white washed planks and olive green window dressing. Without another word, he grabbed his bag, left the SUV and marched inside, still shaking from the flood of endorphins that stuck around after he stood up for himself. He opened the door and stood just inside his home. Adam felt like he should have remembered something about this spot, something about his mom with strange eyes. A memory, or another nightmare, he couldn't tell the difference anymore. It was all so splotchy. However, there was a scar there, and scars came from scabs. Something about this moment wounded him, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, pinpoint the source of this feeling. He studied his mom in the kitchen as she cleaned dishes at the sink. She turned and smiled at him. "How was the lake house, honey?" “It was something,” Adam answered, “but nothing like I had expected." This would be something new, a baby step towards normalcy. He'd have to get used to deflecting questions like all of the other teenagers, his mom would never understand. Did he even understand what had happened that weekend? His tennis shoes scraped against the floor as he forced himself to shuffle free from his spot, no longer frozen to the floor, no longer petrified. Adam had to find a way to move forward. He was almost all the way upstairs when his mom called out to him. "Adam, some strange woman came by earlier today to ask about you. Do you know any Diane?" He froze on the stairs for a moment. Adam muttered, "No, it doesn't ring a bell." "How odd?" His mom came from the kitchen wiping her hands dry with a checkered towel. "She was pretty insistent on knowing you, are you sure you don't remember anything about Diane? I think she worked at some kind of baby store, she mentioned something about a discount for my new baby. I told her she must have gotten the wrong house, there's no babies here. Not anymore." "Sorry, mom. I don't know anything about that." And he was telling the truth. The shower always helped him think, re-evaluate every step he took, helped him imagine the steps he didn't take, or the ones that would come from an infinite number of improbable futures. He won arguments that never happened, pretended to meet people too famous for the likes of him, the impossible became possible in his active imagination. He normally stood in quiet reflection, a cleansing nirvana, and felt the water fall down his neck and back, letting it soak through him. Sometimes he thought to himself. Sometimes he sang. Sometimes he got shampoo in his eyes. This time Adam cradled his knees to his chest on the floor, just outside the reach of the warm water, but it still splashed callously onto his face. His skin was raw from all of the scrubbing he’d done, but he still felt dirty on the inside, the part where the soap couldn’t clean. That's why he was crying, he told himself. It wasn't because he was bullied all weekend by popular girls, or the fact he couldn't remember something super important, or the fact that he 'told off' those girls in the car without thinking about the repercussions. Girls like Marisa and Charity wouldn't sit idle while a loser like him got the upper hand. There would be a reprisal, he was sure of it. Why couldn't he figure out the weekend? It just slipped away like sand from an open palm. There were diapers, truth or dare, somehow Mrs. Hartmann showed up. With every minute that passed, the more the puzzle became undone. Important pieces were pulled free, and put back into the box, leaving a picture more resembling swiss cheese than the truth. All Adam knew was that he needed to make changes and stand up for himself. That's why he was a victim, not some intercosmic assault on reality. Changes would start with his room. He dried his eyes with the same towel he used to dry the rest of himself, and he managed to find a shirt without any Pokemon, a pair of shorts, and a clean pair of boxer briefs. That was easy, he was now Poke-free. The posters on the wall were a different story. Stylized pictures of Bulbasaur, Charizard, MewTwo were relics of a past that had no future. Same could be said about his toys and action figures, or his awesome card collection neatly organized in a large binder. He went to task removing them from his life, making his room resemble how he felt on the inside: empty, barren, void of feeling and personality. It wasn't like he just ripped things from the wall, he softly rolled the posters, taking heed to their previous importance, but understanding how they were a closed chapter. His collection of cards would now sit quietly in their new home on a forgotten upper shelf in the closet, the action figures properly boxed and labeled, a 50/50 chance it would end up in the attic or given away. He had just finished and begun to appreciate the changes when his mom came in wearing disbelief like a Halloween mask. "Adam, what have you done to your room?" "I felt like there needed to be changes, you know, to avoid needing changes." Adam grimaced, because that didn't make any sense to him at all. However, his mom seemed to brush it off, and gave him a special mommy smile that made him feel warm inside. "You're growing up so fast now. It's hard to believe that you're a grown up, seeing this room without all of that childish stuff on the wall only reminds me of how little time we have left together. We’ve got to talk about your plans for next year, about getting you out of the house more, and away from your boring, old mom.” “Mom, you’re not boring or old.” His mom melted from the cheesy compliment. “You're so sweet, Adam. I’m so proud of you. I just wish your father was still here to see how you’ve grown into a fine young man.” Yes, Adam knew all about how wounds become scabs and scabs become scars. During that very touching moment, the first message chimed on his phone, and Adam ignored the notification chime as he hugged his mom. He still got those hugs at eighteen. After his mom left his room, he checked his phone to see what he missed. A message from Marisa Hartmann, posted on the school-wide thread. Even the tiny schools like Lovington High School had an online forum in the way of text messages, pictures and memes, where all was shared between all students. It was a place where the outsiders could enviously watch the cool kids, and the cool kids could show off what the losers were missing. It was a home for party pictures, test answers, cruel jokes about teachers, and it had a penchant for rumors. Adam knew just what Marisa had to say about him: Diapers. It didn’t need to say anything else. Land mine. He could try to brush it off as a cruel rumor, they wouldn’t believe the most popular girl in school, would they? Not unless someone corroborated her story. Ding! Another notification showed up on his screen. This time the message came from Charity Brown. He didn’t need to check that one either. Ding! Ding! Ding! One message after another, from more popular kids. Probably their reaction to what the girls said about him. There was no use seeing those either. Adam slumped down the closest wall, his head hung low between his knees. Why did he have to be so stupid? It wasn’t fair. He could take short, or childish, but at least give him the intelligence to know better than to start a flame war with the homecoming queen. Ding! Ding! Brrr! Brrr! Switching to silent did little to stop the onslaught. He shook it off, did his best to ignore it. Still, it ate at him. He tried to recall what else they could say. Pink pull-ups, pink pacifier, wet sailor suit, stuffed unicorn, pooping and pooping again. Oh, jeez. They even had a video at their disposal, why didn’t he ask Katie to delete the stupid thing? They wouldn’t share that lovely embarrassing moment with everyone in the school, right? It didn’t matter now. ‘Go with the flow’ and whatnot, Adam couldn’t change the past.. Adam hopped on his bike, he had to move forward. More changes came from the mall. New clothes were a part of the ‘new’ Adam, he bought a pair of nondescript shirts with brand names and artistic designs. He saw rows upon rows of shorts, but decided upon an expensive pair of jeans. Next came a maturing haircut. Short on the sides, with a swooping thing across the forehead. It was something in style, he'd seen it at the school, and it was time for him to fit into the box like the rest of the teenagers. All of these changes were paid for by his 'Pokemon card fund', he didn't need the money for rare Charizards any longer. His phone buzzed the whole time he was getting a haircut, his pocket was shaking beneath the towel-like cloth draped over him. He squirmed in his seat, impatient and angry. But even he had to admit that he looked ‘kinda cool’ after seeing the finished product in the large mirror. The community college aged girl ran her fingers through his hair, not as a kid brother, but dare he say, sensually? It could’ve been just about getting a bigger tip, but his study in modern art told him something different. Especially in the way she softly but her lower lip as she massaged his scalp. Making changes was nice, a freeing feeling like the last day before summer. That feeling felt nice on the way home, and he completely forgot about his phone until he was alone in his room. He pulled it out of his pocket. 528 messages. Oh, jeez. That’s a lot for a school of 300 kids. Maybe they were going on about something other than him. No, even he wasn’t that stupid. He turned off his phone and tucked it away into his desk, removing himself from the thread before locking the stupid thing away. That night he wished for a meteor to take down all of Lovington, that way he wouldn’t have to go to school. Adam regretted the land mines he made with his words, for being a jerk to those girls, and wondered how bad it could actually get for him. Even as he closed his eyes, the phantom sounds still came from his dead phone. Ding! Ding! Ding!

This is so infinitely funny just too good and again my image comes into my head (no this time I do not spam it again just look further up for those who do not know what I mean) that will be so infinitely funny. I would love a scene with a stroller, but since Evie is programmed to protect Faith, I don't think Evie will do that to Faith.

Excellent chapter. When Evie started pursuing her I had the Terminator theme in my head. Imagine an army of Terminator nannies!

I agree with the above responses. Not only is it wrong in the first place, think. This was the very first time using this product. What if it hadn't lived up to what it's for? You would have leaked your mess into the public pool. That's just as bad as taking a $hit in the bathroom sink at school or on the floor in public restrooms. Not a responsible way to get your jollies by any means and not cool.

We have a theater where a movie costs $2 and they are current movies after their first run. So I wait a month or two after the movie first hits theaters. Big deal. I get to see it on a big screen and popcorn is $2 a bag. This is an older theater with a balcony, bigger than most of the 300 seat cinema complex theaters but not huge either. We used to have another in the area where it was $1 a ticket years ago for second run movies. Again, an older theater that they eventually turned into 3 small theaters in one by dividing the theater in two right down the middle and converting the upstairs into a third small theater. I agree. If I can't see a movie for $2 or $3 I'll just get the DVD later and then I can watch it as many times as I want. Lately there hasn't been anything I care to see in theaters. Last one I saw in a theater was the last Star Wars movie.

Personalias you really are a great writer, The way you flesh out characters and give them personality. Reading this latest chapter I could feel that Clark might be going insane from the baby treatment and how he started to question himself. And I really like how you make little early hints about stuff like the monkeez commercial and then drag it into the story again with it being a big important moment. Great job!!! ??

@Young1 haven’t worn for Christmas as of yet but that’s about to come.

Yea dude, not cool. What are you going to do next? Park your vehicle on a disabled parking spot to find out if, I don't know, it doesn't crack the pavement on it? Guess what: unless you drive a six ton truck, it probably won't. There's no need for you to test it.

That’s a bit unethical mate. Kinda screwed up

Gotta love the classics!

I miss the Bugs Bunny/Road Runner show. I used to watch hoping they'd show the AB cartoons.

Our theater has that. Soda, popcorn, and candy. They have different packages too, so there's something for everyone whether you're flying solo or going as a family.

Road Runner & Coyote Looney Tunes etc etc etc

Good for those single fathers! Im happy to read this!

I would think so if it came down to it i bet people stop using public bathrooms during covid

Do you dress as a sissy in public? I love going out all dressed up. With make up and being well trained, I pull it off pretty well. Not to mention I can walk in heels better than most women. Diapers are hard to conceal, but that’s part of the fun. I was in a mall once(did this more than once actually)I was being watched, so bent down to grab something off the bottom shelf, totally exposing my diaper. I think they enjoyed the show.

Good morning all: Yesterday, I updated my signature on DD. I updated it to indicate that I use “Voice command” on my portable devices. The reason for this is, that sometimes I am unable to use my computer to respond to all posts, or maybe because I may be sitting in my recliner and I use my IPad, or iPhone, and in that case I would use “voice command“, because I find it difficult to type on small keyboards. Several times in the last month or so, I have seen instances where things double triple and quadruple while I am dictating, or that a quote response will be doubled and tripled as well. I do my best to try to clean up this mess, but there may be times where I forget to do it or where I do not see it double or triple. Any device where are you use “voice command“ is susceptible to this behavior, and sometimes it can be annoying – this is because what happens is That either I end up with capitalized letters in the middle of sentences where they don’t belong, or fragment sentences that appear in one paragraph above, and then one paragraph below. This requires me to go in and edit the response so that it makes sense, and I usually do that from Console. Due to the confusion caused by this behavior, I have now updated my DD signature to indicate that words that I say or dictate may not be the words that appear in a post. They also may be spelled wrong, or words may be Missing from my response, which may make that response not make sense. Because of my disability, dictating posts can be easier than typing them on portable devices. I humbly ask for everyone’s indulgence and patience when they see posts that don’t seem to make sense: I will do my very best to make sure that they do, but barring that I ask for indulgence because sometimes I do not see when the thing goes crazy, and then I notice it at a later time. I don’t mind editing posts if that is what is necessary, but I do find it easier to dictate my posts rather than type them on portable devices where the damn thing has a keyboard the size of a walnut instead of a regular size keyboard. Thank You All! Brian

This will be my first story in this setting, so bear with me. It will be much lighter in fare than most Diaper Dimension stories I've read--no humiliation, no abuse, no sexual stuff or BDSM--and is mostly going to involve fluff. I'm using the adoption form made by @Alex Bridges in this story (check it out at the end of this chapter), and I'm also taking some inspiration from @Personalias and their Diaper Dimension stories for some elements. I hope you all enjoy! -------------------- I sat in the playpen, fiddling with various baby toys and floating in and out of my headspace. I'd always felt "little", even on Earth, and always felt embarrassed by it; after all, a 30-something man who occasionally wears diapers and baby clothes for some strange emotional need to regress would definitely sound weird to most people. Now, though, I was in a world where none of that mattered anymore. I'd heard about the Amazons and their adoption centers, ferrying humans (or as they call us, "littles") to their world, but hadn't had the courage to actually go through with it until after my 35th birthday. It was a rather bland affair, and difficult to enjoy considering the difficulties of life at the time; all it ended up doing was reminding me of my own fragile mortality. I'd never been in anything resembling a romantic relationship in my life. I couldn't drive. I hadn't even lived on my own or had a stable job. My life basically stopped moving forward shortly after graduating High School, and on that birthday it struck me just how long it had been stuck. That night, after a great deal of thought, I left the house on the pretext of heading for a party, leaving a note behind... and never looking back. It was strange just how quickly the process moved; I entered the building, filled out a form, submitted it, walked through a machine that did a full-body medical scan, and then through a portal. Before I knew it, I was on the other side, and physically 8 years old (but with a lisp fitting a toddler). Not long after, I was dressed in diapers and a baby blue t-shirt and placed into a playpen filled with baby toys and other littles like me. All of us still had our adult minds; though there were definitely elements in Amazon society that would demand we be brain-blasted by a marathon session of full-strength hypnotic cartoons immediately, this adoption center was not such a place. The option to be mentally regressed was there--they even had toys that would give a non-permanent hypnotic effect for those who wanted to temporarily forget their adult cares--but no one was going to be brainwashed against their will. I was fairly happy about this; much as I liked being little and feeling like a baby, I also liked being able to have an adult mind to return to. I'd indulge in the hypnotic toys every so often; much as a single drink of alcohol won't kill you but constant guzzling of booze will give you eventual liver damage, a small dose of the infantilizing stuff wouldn't melt your brain into mush as long as you didn't overdose. The only complaint I had was the waiting. I was eager to be adopted; my birth parents were nice enough, but the idea of a new family with a completely fresh start was a big deal for me. But day after day, I saw little after little get adopted by loving new Amazon parents, while I remained behind. Finally, about a week after my arrival, some luck arrived. "So here we have our playroom; take a look around!" I looked up from what I was doing to see an employee giving a tour to an Amazon couple; I sighed as they scanned the room, looking past me at some of the other littles present. Once again, ignored... "MOM! Look at that one! He looks like me a bit!" I whipped my head toward the source of the voice to see an Amazonian boy of about 7-8 years pointing at me. The couple--his parents, obviously--turned and looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Honey," the mother said, "didn't you say you wanted to stay in the car?" "I got bored! But look, that one really does look a little like me!" I considered this for a moment or two; there was some slight coincidental resemblance. Brown eyes, fair unfreckled skin, straight black hair in a center part, sharp eyebrows, big-but-not-too-big noses. If not for the size and the lack of glasses, he could have been a photograph of me from that age. At that point, the couple finally seemed to notice me. "Oh! You're right! Martha, he DOES look like Brian!" Martha followed her husband's gaze to me... and if she hadn't held it in I'm pretty sure her squee would have deafened all living things within five miles of her. "EEEEEEEEE! Oh my gods, Ethan, he's sooooo precious! He's like a mini Bri-bri!" Her glee was so much she didn't remotely register the embarrassed blush on her son's face at the nickname. "Hewwo," I lisped, crawling over to them. "I T'aweb." "Caleb here," the adoption center employee said, translating my lisp, "is one of our best-behaved littles. An absolute sweetheart. And his adoption form stated a preference for a family with a sibling, too." This sent Brian into a high level of excitement. "Really?! Mom, Dad, please! I want a baby brother!" Ethan turned to his wife. "Brian seems sold, and so am I. How about you, dear?" "Oh, he's precious for sure. But... the name Caleb isn't my favorite. How does he feel about a new name?" To be honest, I had no problem with it. But that wasn't for me to say--that was for the adults, specifically the employee. "He's indicated no preference there. Feel free." The Amazon family all turned to look me right in the eye; for a brief moment I felt intimidated by the attention... until Martha spoke. "How about Bobby?" Bobby sounded fine to me. I smiled as cutely as I could--I was eager to finally get out of this place and into my new life. Thankfully, this got the point across perfectly. "Heh, Bobby it is! Come to mommy, Bobby!" I couldn't remotely remember a time when a single sentence filled me with so much joy. No, not just the sentence, the WORD around which the sentence was constructed. "Mommy". With no regrets and no fear, I crawled towards the arms that stretched into the playpen and allowed them to pick me up, eager to start my new life.

My favorite cartoons are back tonight. I love Bob's Burgers the most, but The Great North, Simpsons and Family Guy are all fun too.

Good! I'm glad buddy!???☺️

Love it.

@Jackk I agree with everyone posting. You should never PURPOSELY poop in the pool. A swim diaper is supposed to hold the solids from a release. It is not designed to be bulletproof so that there is no possible way that you can’t contaminate the water that someone else may be swimming in. I don’t care how good a swim diaper is, there is always a possibility that what you release can be released in the water, contaminate the entire area and require the pool to be closed while it is cleaned. Let’s analyze this for a second: If we’re talking about a public swimming pool, everyone uses that pool. I have Used swimming pools for pretty close To 40 years. There is a reason that there are signs all over public pools, that tell you that you should not Pee or defecate in a pool. The signs are there for a reason sir: they are there to let people know that they should not do it: and that is to protect everyone so that no one gets sick because someone defecates in a pool. The last time that this happened and I was at my swim club, they had to ask everyone to leave the pool, then they had to shock the pool to “clean and sterilize it“, and then I believe they had to test it several times before people could get back in. As Rusty said “think“. Your actions could result in everyone not being able to use the pool for several hours because it Has to be cleaned and sterilized and returned to service. It is one thing for a young kid to do that in a swim diaper, but it is not a good idea for an adult to do that purposely in a swim diaper. Additionally, , this is the reason why most pools are coordinated very highly. In some cases the Chlorine is bearable, while other times the chlorine is so bad, that it burns your eyes. Public pools need to be safe for people to swim in, and the reason why they are chlorinated very high is to Avoid any problems because someone either pees or poops in the pool. I have been in pools in both situations. One where the chlorine was bearable, one where the chlorine was so bad that it burned my eyes and I could smell it as I was on the pool deck. Little kids sometimes have accidents in the pool, this is to be expected – but when we’re talking about adults, they have accidents too, but you should not intentionally poop in a pool or in a swim diaper to “test it” Not a good choice sir! Brian

Leave it with me, I’ll see what I can do ?

They look like some kind of (goth?) Key ring or key chain........not for your butt though!!!!! ?

Sounds logical

I loved FiM, but don't do Netflix so the new generation I won't be able to watch unless it's put on disc. The animation for it looks kinda weird to me as well, but I can't really put my finger on it as to why.

Wow those look really awesome!!!!! Nice patterns and designs!

Yeah me too buddy!!!!! I would love that!?❤️??☺️?❤️??❤️

page 36 *** “Please just one more time,” Dakota said. “OK, “You’ve always felt like your body didn’t match the gender you are inside. You did online research for years, and three months ago you ordered three drugs from an international online pharmacy, Spironolactone, Estradiol Valerate, and Progesterone.” Dakota repeated the monologue into the phone. “Good, you’re going to be fine,” Alex said. “I wish you were with me,” Dakota said. “I offered to come, but you didn’t want me too.” “I know, I’m stupid, OK, almost there, wish me luck,” “Good luck, and remember they’re your parents, they are required to love you,” Alex said. “Thanks,” Dakota put down his phone and watched his hometown come into view. *** Dakota’s Mom eyed her son curiously as he stood in the door, “Come on in,” she said. Dakota was wearing his now signature baggy athletic shorts, and hoodie even though it was 84 degrees. His father came in from the back with some dirt smudged on his work pants and invited everyone to the family room. “Hey there, going to have some good tomatoes this year,” his Dad said. “Your father’s been working in the garden. Can I get you a drink?” Dakota’s Mom asked. His Dad brushed off his pants and sat down in the recliner. “So how’s the ol’ post office going?” his Dad asked. “Same ol, same ol.” “Have they offered you full time yet, the benefits are really good.” “Not yet Dad.” Dakota looked around the familiar room, family portraits of him and his brother, photos of relatives, art prints of barns, old trucks, and bird dogs. And clean, so clean, no dust,

Now if Sadie is gone for another month. Evie is apparently in mommy mode and Faith has no control over it, why do I have a feeling this picture (sorry for the repost) will soon fit very very well.

Great and intense chapter

Well the many years of drumming in a band have definitely affected my hearing, but I can still hear the noise of my diaper when I am walking around in my house or at the office. Even though I am taking maximum precautions like wearing cloth backed Tena slips, thick and soft plastic pants like the ones in my profile picture and a thick cotton onesie under my pair of jeans, I can still hear my diaper when moving around. That is why I really don’t like climbing the stairs at the office when there is someone right behind me. I am pretty sure they will hear it and also find out that it is my padded butt making the noise. Fortunately, the topic of adult diapers is still taboo and for many people the idea of an adult wearing and using a diaper is pretty disgusting. I think that's why no one has ever confronted me with that. Such conversation would be rather awkward. For me it is all part of the deal. If I want to be incontinent and go out in public I will have to accept that people might notice that I am wearing diapers.

Thank you for all the kind words so far! Admittedly, it's always a little daunting to see people's expectations for how the story is going to play out, so early on. The story is written, and I already know what's going to happen. It's my hope that you'll stick around for the journey and that it doesn't disappoint. Two. There had been times when I woke up the next morning after a night of drinking, and the previous night felt like it had happened two years ago. Hours would pass in the new day before I’d have any specific recollection of it. But the morning after our dinner with Veronica, it was all there, right away. I woke up thinking about Veronica and Ashley making out with each other; thinking about Veronica’s insistence on Ashley calling her “Mommy.” I was mad - and I wasn’t even sure who, or what, I was the most upset with. I went over the targets of my ire while in the shower. There was Veronica, who had not only been annoyed at me for having invited Ashley over, but had even voiced strong displeasure for my obvious attraction to her. Only for Veronica herself to take advantage of my unconsciousness so that she could make out with Ashley? Not only did it feel like a betrayal, but it felt like a massively unfair double standard. And Ashley! Who...well, rationally, I realized she owed me absolutely nothing. Still, could I at least be mad for a minute that my selfish and unethical lusting had gotten me absolutely nowhere with her? And ‘mommy?’ Seriously? That felt like the biggest punch in the balls. All the “good girl” and “mommy,” talk...the cute dress and bow. The chicken tender diet. It was as if my fantasies were all coming true, but for Veronica instead of me. Veronica - the very person who had previously rebuked my efforts to incorporate talk like that into our own bedroom. I had calmed a little by the time my shower was over. More than anything, I felt embarrassed for myself. Who had I been trying to fool? What had I expected to happen? “Well, well, well,” teased Veronica as I dragged myself into the kitchen. “If it isn’t the city’s greatest host. A true gentleman who graciously falls asleep in his company’s presence.” It occurred to me, for the first time, that she did not know that I saw her and Ashley in the kitchen. This knowledge felt powerful. Of course, nothing came easy with Veronica. “I’m sorry about that,” I said. “I shouldn’t have overdone it.” She shrugged, offering an indifferent smile. “I suppose that just happens to men of a certain age. Alcohol just hits a little differently than it used to.” It was the truth, but hearing “men of a certain age” ruffled my feathers a little. I nodded. “I hope you and Ashley had a pleasant evening, at least?” The smallest of quivers in her bottom lip; she was likely both enjoying a pleasant memory of her evening, and devising the lie she’d use. “It was nice,” she said. “We had a bit more in common than I expected and we got along well as a result. She’s a nice girl. A shame you passed out early.” Obviously. Though I doubted the evening would have gone the same way had I been awake. “Do you think she’ll be over again?” I asked. “Oh...maybe. We hadn’t talked about another dinner.” There was a brief and seemingly purposeful pause before she added: “But we’re going to meet up tomorrow. Maybe grab a drink and a late lunch before we do a little shopping together.” My fists balled up instinctively. It was one thing to be irrationally upset about my hopeless crushing on Ashley to go unrequited. It was another for Veronica to withhold information from me. “Are you disappointed?” she asked. I wondered if she sensed my frustration, or if she would’ve asked this anyways. “N-no,” I said, caught off guard. “Why would I be?” “Well...I just know you’ve been quite fond of our new neighbor. I wasn’t sure if you...expected something to happen or not last night.” This could’ve, should’ve, been the moment when I told her what I knew. I didn’t. Instead, I composed myself and laughed it off. “Maybe I was being a little silly. I think I just got a little caught up in all her...newness.” She didn’t respond, instead pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Did she...seem disgusted by me?” I almost immediately regretted asking that. What was I hoping to get out of any answer that Veronica gave me? “Hmm, no,” she said. “Surprisingly. Mind you, she didn’t mention any burning desire to jump on top of you either. So that’s your choice whether that’s a win or a loss.” “A draw, maybe,” I immediately replied. “Should I ask her directly?” she asked. “Would you like a definitive answer as to whether or not she harbors any interest in allowing you to fuck her?” Yes. “No,” I said. “But also...that’s not what I wanted.” She laughed and shook her head, seemingly unconvinced. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I could barely convince myself that was the case. -- I was in a deep state of sulk from that morning conversation up through the next day, when Ashley showed up so she and Veronica could go out together.. It was probably more obvious than I wanted it to be, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I felt like a lovelorn teenager, one Smiths record away from just replicating most of my younger years. To her credit, Veronica didn’t touch it. Either she didn’t want to kick me while I was down, or I had somehow transcended the known apex of patheticness and she knew there was nothing else she could say. “Well you can’t go out shopping looking like that,” Ashley teased, pointing out my sweatpants and worn t-shirt. I blushed. I had no idea that Ashley was coming into the apartment, and if I had, I would’ve done my best not to look like a disheveled slob. “It’s a girl’s day out,” Veronica said. “Much to Jaime’s dismay, I’m sure.” “Aw, that’s too bad,” Ashley said. It was hard for me to tell if she was showing sincere disappointment or just continuing to tease. “I’m sure if you asked nicely, Veronica would bring you home something from our lunch.” “Don’t count on it,” Veronica chimed in. “I’ll sneak you a little something,” Ashley said so softly that it was almost a whisper. She winked. Again, was I being played? Or was she being sincere? My heart was dancing around in my chest and the uncertainty was killing me.. “Y’all just enjoy your day,” I said. “I’ll hold the fort down.” -- Somewhere out there, Veronica and Ashley were giggling and chatting with each other. Maybe they had some cocktails in their hands, or they were knee deep in panties at some boutique lingerie store in the mall. Meanwhile, I was lying in my bed with my cock in my hand. All of my pent up frustrations and fantasies were merging and colliding with each other. One moment, I was imagining myself crawling around on the ground in just a diaper when the two women returned. They’d mock me and watch me - taunting me to use my diaper for them. And then the next moment, Ashley was the one in a diaper. She crawled around for me now, and looked up at me as she sucked on her thumb. She needed a diaper change. I’d be happy to help with that. I don’t know where Veronica was in this fantasy - maybe it didn’t matter. I sighed at just about the same time I came all over my belly. It was a disappointing climax, muddled by both indecision about what I wanted, and the inability to completely break out of my romanceless reality. I heard the front door opening, followed by laughter and chatter. Perfect timing. I had been regretting not actually putting a diaper on - a thrill I rarely made time for anymore, but now I was thankful that all I had to do was quickly wipe up my belly and throw away the tissues. I bypassed my sweatpants, opting for a pair of slim jeans instead, throwing a newer - cleaner - t-shirt on. I sprang to the bedroom door, about to emerge and greet them - but I paused to listen to them talk. “...in the bedroom. During the day, too, so you probably know what that means,” Veronica said. “Nooo,” Ashley said, her voice lowering - but not far enough. “Get the hell out of here. You don’t think he’s…” “Maybe? Probably.” I shook my head in frustration. She wasn’t wrong, or so I could safely assume. I was beginning to think I was cursed. I couldn’t make a single move without it somehow blowing up in my face when Ashley was around. I quickly grabbed a laundry basket full of clothes off the floor and carried it out of the bedroom like I was completely unaware of what they had just been talking about. “Oh, hey girls,” I said, putting my acting skills to the test with a faux-smile. “You’re back a little sooner than I thought you’d be.” “Lunch was quick,” Ashley said with a shrug. “And the stores were too busy to spend much time in today.” “We thought we’d come back here and hang out a little,” Veronica said. “Did we come home...too soon?” She offered a smirk to Ashley. “N-no… I was just getting some laundry together.” “Hurry back,” Veronica said. “We’ll show you what we bought.” Now I was doing laundry, which I hadn’t really planned for, but I had to make good on that little lie. As I loaded the washer, I found myself daydreaming again - this time about Ashley walking into the bedroom and catching me touching myself. They seem awfully chummy, I said to myself, interrupting my own daydream. Returning to the living room, I found them sitting next to each other on the couch, going through a few bags of clothes. “Oh, Jaime, good - you’re just in time. You have to see this dress that Ash got.” Ash? “Uh, sure… Go ahead and show me.” I could immediately tell that I had been somehow set up by Veronica. She had this smugness to her face - more smug than usual - and whatever I was about to see was going to be more than I could handle. Ashley - Ash, as her friends apparently called her - pulled a small pink lump of cloth from the bag. “Oh...these are my new panties,” she said, giggling a little. “That’s not what I wanted to grab.” “Oh, you should show those off too,” Veronica said, giving Ashley a playful poke in the arm. “Yeah? Jaime, do you want to see my panties?” “I...well...I mean, sure. Like, if you want to show them to me, or whatever. It’s no big deal…” I was rambling. I sounded like an absolute fool. “Just show him,” Veronica said, putting me out of my misery. Ashley held them up. They were bright pink. An electric bubblegum, if that was such a thing. I knew little about what the various cuts of panties were - I’m sure these had some sort of clever nickname in feminine circles. Were I in charge of the decision, I likely would’ve called them “fuck me” panties. Yet it wasn’t even the shape or the color of the panties that captured my attention the most. It was the bold white letters on the ass: BABY. I just about choked on a gasp. It caught me by surprise. What the hell was the game that they were playing? This was a game, right? It had to be. “Okay,” Ashley said, setting aside the panties as if there was absolutely nothing left to say about them. “Here’s what I wanted to show off. I’m so excited about this dress!” It was a pinafore-styled dress, likely intended to be worn over another shirt or garment. It was a dreamy shade of lavender, with a big pink heart square in the center of the breast. Had it been smaller in size, I would’ve been sure that it was for an actual toddler. “Is this not the cutest thing?” Veronica cooed. “God, I just saw it and I want to die from cuteness overload.” “It’s not too much, is it?” Ashley asked her. “I love it, but I worry people are going to see me in this thing and think that I’m a…” “Baby?” Veronica asked. “Is that the worst thing in the world?” They both laughed. No - they cackled. It felt like I missed something. Some conversation where an in-joke had been born. I wished I was there for it, because I suspected it would’ve been right up my alley. “I want to see it on you,” Veronica said, clapping her hands together. “Please?” “Yeah? I could show you.” “We’ll go to my room. Come on!” Veronica took Ashley by the hand and pulled her from the living room and into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. The bedroom - where just minutes ago I had rubbed myself off while thinking about the girl who was in there now. I couldn’t help but be a little bitter. I wanted to see her in the dress too. Another loss for me. I hadn’t seen Veronica like this in…well, it was possible that I had never seen her like this. Even when she was ten years younger she didn’t act “one of the girls.” In a way, I was kind of happy for her. If nothing else, I could at least boast that I wasn’t completely wrong about introducing her to Ashley. From the bedroom I heard giggling and laughing. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I could hear the tones. Veronica was using soft tones. She was cooing; praising and encouraging. It was harder to define Ashley’s tone. Curious? Obedient? Infantile? This felt like betrayal. This felt like I had lost my mind. History was being rewritten and maybe it was her who suggested the baby stuff to me and I was the one who rejected it. How did this happen? Veronica knew this was a version of what I had wanted and what I had once sought from her. She had played it off as if she wasn’t even remotely interested. But now she was practically rubbing it in my face as she explored some version of my fantasies with Ashley. From behind the door, I heard a high pitched giggle from Ashley. One phrase managed to make it through the door with just enough clarity: “You like, Mommy?” I had heard enough and decided to get some fresh air.

Cliffhangers are bad yes. we should summon up the portal to the dimension of endless tickling yes and banish the author through it.

This was an excellent (and hot) chapter. Just loved the descriptions of his helpless body being "manipulated" during his change and his burned-out tantrum. Plus an amazing cliffhanger which smashed his reverie completely! Can't wait for the end and of course a chance at an epilogue ?

This chapter is dedicated to Luna Luvgood - she inspires me to be creative and keep my mind open to all types of possibilities... ❤️ Hope y'all enjoy (If you read this a few hours ago, you might notice I made some changes, sort of rushed through it last night) Chapter 10: Kyle’s First Day As they walked along the tree lined path, Kyle began to feel extremely nervous about what awaited him. So many questions raced through his mind as the reality of the day quickly approached. How many kids would there be? What ages were they? Would he be singled out for being a little bit big? Were any of the kids going to make fun of him? Would the workers be nice? All these questions made the walk go quicker than usual. Much to Kyle’s dismay, about halfway through there walk, he felt the urge to pee. He chose to not mention this to his mother, hoping to avoid a stern talking to, after she asked him twice if he needed to go as they were getting ready to leave the house. Before Kyle knew it they were rounding the corner and his was staring at the now familiar little cubs sign poking above the entrance to the resorts daycare. “Here we are!” his mother said as she opened the door and led Kyle into the bright colorful room where he’d been embarrassedly changed the day before. Kyle’s face was flush red as he entered the room holding his mother’s hand, trying his best to stare at the floor and avoid the moment. In the front of the room a fold out table had been set up to act as a reception desk with a fold out chair in front of it. The table had a large cloth over it that was painted in pastels (undoubtedly an art project by the children) and said “WELCOME LITTLE CUBS!”. As Kyle’s mother scanned the room, she noticed several children were already playing on the mats out in the middle of the room and there was one younger girl tending to them. A large woman wearing a flowy yellow sundress with green polka dots came out from the back of the room and quickly made her way towards them. “Well, hello campers!” she said cheerfully as she made quick strides across the room to greet her new guests. “Apologies I was getting organized, Tuesday is always a little hectic, my name is Mrs. Butterfeld and I am the Little Cubs lead caretaker.” She said introducing herself and extending her hand to Karen. “It’s very nice to meet you Mrs. Butterfeld, Darlene had great things to say about you. My name is Karen Connors, and this is my son Kyle” she said as she shook her hand. “Aww yes Darlene filled me in on some of the details this morning before she left to go help out at check in… as I understand it Kyle will be joining us for Little Cubs sessions – we’re going to need to review some of his details… I just want to go over his umm unique circumstances and fill out a few more releases and paperwork” she said with a smile. “She mentioned we’d need to cover a few things, happy to get you up to speed” Karen responded “Alrighty well it won’t take too long, just want to make sure I’m clear on where he’s at and how we want to address his ummm progress” she stammered a little.” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she retrieved some papers and gestured Karen to take a seat at the table. Kyle meanwhile was doing his best to ignore what was happening, sheepishly standing with his head down staring at his feet, afraid at the thought of enduring this conversation. Mrs. Butterfeld turned her attention to Kyle, “Hey there buddy, no need to be shy, we’re going to get you all settled in here shortly, it’s a pleasure to meet you cutie” Kyle slowly looked up from the floor, meeting her warm blue eyes with his and without anything else to say he just responded, “uhhh hi there mam, it’s very nice to meet you” he said meekly. “Well, its very nice to meet you young man, now your mommy and I need to go through your paperwork and get a few things tackled. Can you be a good boy and go sit in the seats right over there, we’ll be done very soon, and we can get to having fun!” she said instructively as she gestured toward some small seats opposite the check in table. Kyle nodded and walked over to the waiting chairs, taking a seat in the middle one and resting his chin on his hands as his mother continued speaking with Mrs. Butterfeld. “Okay Mrs. Connors, so as I understand it Kyle is 17 years old… you must know this is a highly unusual circumstance for us to accommodate – but of course, we’re happy to do it. The oldest I’ve had in here before was 12 and she was having similar ummm potty issues. I just want you to understand that we’re going to have to be consistent with our rules and I hope Kyle will be amenable to them…” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she started the conversation. “Oh yes mam, I assure you Kyle is a well-behaved boy and I really appreciate that you’ve opened your doors to us, it’s a huge help for me and I’m hoping he won’t be too much of trouble for you.” Karen said a bit embarrassedly “I’m sure he won’t be. I’d like to understand how we arrived at this point, how long has Kyle been having potty problems? I assume he’s been trained in the past – when did this begin and how has his progress been lately making it to the toilet?” Mrs. Butterfeld asked. Karen felt like she was in the hot seat but was determined to explain with a believable story. “Well mam, frankly Kyle had issues with the potty since the beginning, with weekly accidents and bedwetting until he was about 11 years old. He just hasn’t grown in proportion and his bladder is unusually small. About a 6 weeks ago, we started having daily potty accidents, bedwetting and some behavioral quirks. I took him to the doctor and the test results didn’t show anything, they suggested it was psychological, so we went to a psychiatrist for testing…” She went on to explain the findings from the counseling, his diagnosis with of APD and the regressive therapeutic treatment that was recommended to address his issues. For the most part matching what she’d explained to Darlene the night before in an effort to be consistent. “So that’s basically how we came to this point, I know this is unusual, but I assure you, Kyle really isn’t going to be much different than your other charges. Albeit he might be a 12 inches taller, I’d peg his current maturity level at that of a 3-year-old…” Karen ended with a smile and slight blush “I see… well most 3-year-olds have managed to get potty trained but I understand what you’re saying and it sounds like Little Cubs is the right place for Kyle to be. Darlene explained that he hasn’t been having too much success with his potty training lately, is that correct? Mrs. Butterfeld inquired “Ummm yes, it’s been a struggle lately however I think he is determined to succeed today, so I’m hoping we see some progress during his time at Little Cubs.” Karen said hopefully “We’ll do our best to see him succeed… okay now let’s review the rest of his paperwork. Hmmm okay bottles for naptime, sippies with meals / snacks, got it… okay let’s see ummm – well I think everything else on here is straightforward, let’s just go through a few of the rules and discipline then we’ll get a signature from you and we’ll be all set.” Mrs. Butterfeld said excitedly. She was much more comfortable now that she’d talked with Karen and fully understood Kyle’s situation, although a bit odd – it seemed to make sense to her and as long as the boy was not going to put up a fuss she would be more than happy to care for him. Kyle was doing his best to be invisible as he waited for his mother to finish checking him in. Time was moving by slowly and kids began to trickle into the room one by one as Kyle sat there patiently. As his eye began to wander, noticing the various children entering the room, his attention was drawn to a laminated schedule on the wall next to him. Today’s Little Cubs Daily Schedule: 7:15 – 8:00 AM: Early Morning Drop Off 8:00 – 8:30 AM: Circle Time and Introductions 8:30 – 9:00 AM: Free Play 9:00 – 10:00 AM: Table Activities (puzzles, playdoh, blocks, books, songs, puppets) 10:00 –10:30 AM: Mid morning snack 10:30 – 10:45 AM: Potty Time and Diaper Changing 10:45 – 12 PM: Outside Time (Playground and Field Play) 12:00 – 1:00 PM: Lunch time (Potty Time and Diaper Changing) 1:00 – 1:45 PM: Nap time 1:45 – 2:30 PM: Story Time and Puppet Show 2:30 – 2:45 PM: Potty Time and Diaper Changing 2:45 – 3:45 PM: Arts and Crafts 3:45 – 5:00 PM: Free Play and Pick Up Kyle’s heart dropped as he read the schedule over again. He’d not realized that this was going to be so structured and that being resigned to little cubs was going to prevent him from doing any of the other Kids Club stuff that he was familiar with. Well at least it’s only a week or so he thought to himself, he’d deal with it and then get his blue band back for next week. He was suddenly reminded of his intense need to pee that was starting to creep up on him and get increasingly more urgent. Being stubborn, he was determined to wait until his mother had left before asking to use the bathroom. “I can make it” he thought to himself as he started to curl his toes in and shuffle in his seat. A short while later, he heard his mother say, “well looks like that is all then!” in a satisfied tone. Kyle looked up from his anxious train of thought, as Mrs. Butterfeld rounded the table heading toward him. She extended her hand out to Kyle saying, “Alright buddy, you’re all set – let’s show your mommy around and get your things settled in your cubby.” She said cheerfully Kyle cautiously took hold of her hand and let her lead him toward the cubbies on the wall opposite the front door of the room. As they approached Kyle could see there were about 18 cubbies on the wall and 11 had name tags on them, he noticed Karly’s name on one and then his right next to it. “Here we are now this is your little space to put your things” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she took Kyle’s backpack off of him and set it neatly on the shelf. “Here is his diaper bag – I also packed a few more pull ups in there in case that one gets tired.” Karen’s mother said as she handed the bag to Mrs. Butterfeld. “Oh why thank you Karen, that is very helpful and we always like to have extra supplies on hand. I’m sure Kyle being such a big boy will do great with the potty but it’s good to have backup plans.” She responded. “Well now that we have your things put away, let’s take a quick look around.” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she proceeded to show them around the room. They perused the toy boxes, free play area, art area, kitchen, nap area and finally ended at the changing area near the back of the room where Kyle had been the day before to have his messy diaper changed. “Now Kyle, I just want to go over the Potty Rules with you and your mommy really quick then we’ll be ready to say bye bye and start playing!” she said earnestly Kyle’s face blushed 10 shades of red as he tried his best to grit his teeth, nod his head and endure this painfully embarrassing situation. “Okie dokie – so here are the rules: 1. Children in diapers who can stay dry longer than 2 hours at a time and have no messy accidents for longer than 4 hours, qualify to start our potty-training program, pending their parents’ approval of starting the program. 2. For children in potty-training – they must be in pull ups, until they can go 3 straight days with no accidents 3. In the event a child in potty-training has an accident in there pull ups, they will be put in diapers for the remainder of the day and can begin the training again the next day, as long as they meet the requirements of rule number 1. 4. All children in potty training must ask for assistance to use the potty and will be taken by the next available to caretaker. 5. All children are provided with a potty / diaper chart. We mark every change and potty time use during the day to track progress. “Well, that is all there is to it! I know you’re far too big to be in diapers and I’m sure your chart is going to be full of gold stars, but I just want to make sure you aware of how our program works!” Mrs. Butterfeld said cheerfully. Karen then chimed in “You got it all cutie, I want to make sure you understand and follow these rules baby.” Kyle sheepishly responded to his mother and Mrs. Butterfeld saying “ugh yes I understand the rules, I’m not planning on any accidents.” He said as his face flushed, fully realizing that his urgency to pee was getting very bad and if someone pushed him the wrong way, he might flood his pants right there. “Oh goodie, well I’m sure you’ll be a great example for the other children and we can count on your to not just be one of our little helpers” Mrs. Butterfeld said “Yes mam, I’ll be happy to help” Kyle said excited to be showered with the compliment. The large woman proceeded to take his hand, pulling him toward the group of children in the middle of the room, where a young woman was helping them build a block structure. “Kyle can you say hello to Ms. Candy? She is one of our special workers here” Mrs. Butterfeld said. Candy turned to look up from the floor standing up quickly to greet them, “Why hello there everyone, aww you’re a cutie aren’t you, I’m Candy it’s so nice to meet you!” The beautiful and tall blonde, blue eyed girl must have stood near 6 ft tall which was not evident until she stood up. To Kyle’s surprise and delight she quickly walked toward him and gave him a big hug. Kyle responded shyly saying “Hi Ms. Candy, I’m Kyle it’s nice to meet you, what are you guys playing?” trying his best to be interested in the activity she was leading. “Well nice to meet you too! We’re building a little city, why don’t you say bye bye to your mommy then you can come help us out!” she answered excitedly. Candy was rather surprised by Kyle’s size however she recalled talking to Darlene the night before about a teenager that was going to be in little cubs the next day, so she figured Kyle must be who she was talking about and did her best to hide any judgement. “Uhhh okay that sound good…” Kyle said as he turned to his mother and Mrs. Butterfeld. Kyle’s mom went in to give him a big hug and a kiss, then said “Alright cutie I want you to be big boy for me, listen to Ms. Candy, Ms. Darlene and Mrs. Butterfeld okay?” she said encouragingly “I will mom, I promise.” Kyle said in response. “That’s my good boy, now play nice and mommy will be back to pick you up at the end of the day!” she said as she gave him another kiss on the cheek and followed Mrs. Butterfeld back to the entrance of the room. Kyle proceeded to take a seat next to Candy and watched his mother as she began to make her way toward the door, still determined to wait until she was out of sight to ask to use the potty, which was becoming ever more urgent. “Hey Kyle baby, can you find us a cone shaped block from the box over there, we need one more to finish the top of this tower and we don’t have anymore!” Candy asked pointing over to box by the window, trying to get Kyle to engage in the play. “Yah definitely!” Kyle said, happy to be involved and even more so to do something asked of him by a girl so pretty. Kyle shuffled over on his knees to the box in the middle of the room, he quickly identified a yellow cone shaped block and brought it over to the group playing As Kyle crawled toward them, he started to observe the room, he noticed there were 3 boys and 1 girl playing with the blocks and 4 or so children who had recently arrived and were getting their cubbies situated with their parents. Everyone seemed to be in the 2- to 5-year-old range but he couldn’t be sure. Two of the boys playing blocks had rainbow bracelets on but the others had orange wrist bands. Kyle was a bit intimidated by this, assuming earlier that everyone in Little Cubs would be in diapers or pull ups… he just hoped he wouldn’t be subject to being made fun of… as long as he stayed dry he figured he could avoid it. He really needed to go potty, so he checked the room again, getting ready to ask Candy for assistance. Much to Kyle’s disappointment, he noticed his mother was still standing by the entrance engaged in a conversation with Candice who had recently arrived with Karly. This was putting further delay on his ability to ask to use the bathroom, so he resigned himself to just continue playing with group and wait for his mother to leave. “Okay I got it” he said as he returned to the group with the cone block. “Awesome buddy! Now why don’t you put it right there, you’re just in time for us to finish this, it’s about to be circle time.” She said cheerfully as she pointed toward the top of the block tower the group had been building. Kyle did as he was told and fit the cone on top of the tower. Candy cheered him on, “Wow that’s so amazing, what a great job! Thanks for finishing this with the perfect block Kyle” she said while clapping and encouraging the other children to clap as well. Kyle was not enthused by the attention, but he was much more concerned with his need to go to the bathroom. Quickly after that moment, he heard Mrs. Butterfeld announce – “Alright children it’s circle time now, let’s all get together, time to put the toys down and get to know one another” she said cheerfully but instructively. Everyone quickly shuffled around, Candy moved the block structure to the side of the room and as Kyle tried still on his knees went to get her attention, but was then interrupted by a rambunctious Karly who came barreling toward him to give him a big hug! “Hi Kyles – I’m so happy we get to be in the same classes, and you can play wifs me!” she said cheerfully hanging on his neck a bit and dragging him away from likely his last chance to get Candy’s attention to take him to the potty. Doing his best to not upset the little girl he responded to Karly saying, “Yep Karly – we’re going to play later, but I need to get Ms. Candy’s attention right now.” Not listening to Kyle, Karly just continued to hold onto him, hindering his ability to stand up easily. Candice and Karen saw the precious moment as they prepared to leave, with Candice calling out, “aww look at the best friends, so adorable, now play nice we’ll be back soon!” she said as they exited out the front doors. Kyle knew his time was running out and he noticed that the circle had began to take shape, so he probably only had a few seconds before his window to get Candy’s attention would close. He tried to quickly stand up, but Karly continued to hold onto him, as he did his best to lightly shake her off him, she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist as he stood up and as she squeezed hard it put unwelcome pressure on his full bladder. That perfect combination of timing and positioning, was all it took and without any notice – Kyle involuntarily let a huge spurt of pee leak out into his pull up. Terrified by the outcome, he quickly crouched back down to his knees in attempt to hold his crotch and control the flow from getting worse. Then he heard Mrs. Butterfeld say, “Okay children, counting down now, everyone find there place in the circle, 10, 9 , 8…” All the children including Karly, crawled to different positions that had opened around the circle, reactively Kyle followed Karly and found a spot open right next to her. He tried to assess how badly he’d wet his pull up, he could barely tell it was wet, so he figured it couldn’t be that bad and perhaps it wouldn’t be noticeable. He still needed to pee badly and now that everyone had taken their positions, his opportunity to ask for the potty had become complicated. He wasn’t about to ask in front of all these children out in the open like this. He just hoped he could hold it until circle time was over. Mrs. Butterfeld then began to speak “Alright Little Cubs who is excited for another amazing fun day!” she said loudly with the kids cheering in affirmation. She continued, “Well mee too and we have an awesome day planned for y’all. Today we have two very special new friends, so we’re going to play the name game to get everyone familiar with each other. Here how its going to work, I’ll roll this ball to on of you and then we’ll pass it around. When you get it I want to you say your name, your favorite animal and then I want you to make the sound that animal makes and act it out in the circle!” “Does everyone understand?” she asked presumptively “Uh huh!” the children said in response. “Well okay then, I’ll start. My name is Mrs. Butterfeld and my favorite animal is a lion and lions go roarrrr!” she said as she jumped up and made a big lion roar sound as she took big steps around the circle with her hands held out front like claws. All the children laughed and after she sat down, she the the ball to a little girl at the other side of the room. “My name is Sarah and my favorite animal is a pony!” the little girl said as she then jumped up and skipped around the circle going Nayyyy. She continued for a while before Candy grabbed her and put her down so the circle time could continue. Kyle was watching this go around and on top of trying to decide whether he’d use a Dog or an Eagle as his favorite animal – he was desperately trying to prevent himself from further wetting his pull up. Karly had gotten the ball, so Kyle knew he was next. “Hiii my name is Karly and my favorite animalz is a fishy and fishys go, blub blub blub” she said as she walked back in forth with her arms out front pretending to swim in the water. She quickly finished and came back to her seat. “That was very good Karly! Now you can pass the ball.” Mrs. Butterfeld said encouragingly Kyle was given the ball and wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Trying his best to fit in he said, “My name is Kyle and my favorite animal is a dog” He proceeded to get on all fours and make a trip around the circle going “rough, rough” as he did his best to play the role of dog. About halfway around the circle Kyle began to lose control of his bladder and much to his dismay he began to uncontrollably let spurts of pee into his pull up. He hurried as fast as he could around the circle to get back to a position where he could stop the flow, finally making it to his position in the circle he took his seat carefully and did his best to cover up his accident. With his face flushed, he quickly passed the ball to the child next to him. Trying to avoid eye contact in a feudal attempt to cover up his shame. “That was a very good doggy Kyle!” Mrs. Butterfeld said. Kyle uttered a timid, “Thank you” and then continued to zone out on the dire situation of his now relatively soaked undergarment. He checked his pants for wetness as discreetly as possible and it was clear to him at this point, and the wetness was beyond explaining away. They were about halfway through circle time when he determined that he was pretty much locked into his fate at this point, deciding there was no point in torturing his bladder any further. He decided to let himself go, relieving the pressure in his stomach and absolutely flooding his pull up. He figured he might be able to sneak off to the bathroom and remove it after circle time, perhaps he could tell Candy or Mrs. Butterfeld that his mom had forgot to put him in one for the day – or maybe he could explain what happened with Karly and his mom earlier and they’d give him a pass since it was the beginning of the day. His mom did say she put extra pull ups in his bag. As Circle time wrapped up, Mrs. Butterfeld announced. “Alright my little cubs, you all did such a good job and I’m so glad we all got to know each other. I absolutely love all your animals. You’ve all earned 30 whole minutes of free play! So y’all get back to having fun and we’ll regroup in a little bit for table time!” All the children quickly scampered around the room. Kyle saw Candy head toward the block tower from before and he decided he’d go rejoin the group. Following the others and Karly, he got on all fours and started crawling toward the block tower on the other side of the play area, hoping that he’d be able to find a chance to sneak off to change himself with everyone distracted in a few minutes. As he was headed toward the others starting to play with the blocks, he heard Mrs. Butterfeld’s voice from behind him… “Eh emmm Kyyylllleee stop right there young man.” She said sternly from behind him. From his crawling position, he turned his head to look at Mrs. Butterfeld with wide eyes as she appeared right behind him with her hands on her hips. She proceeded to bend down and put her palm on the back of Kyle’s shorts. “Oh Kyle honey I thought you were a big boy – why didn’t you tell someone you needed to go potty. You’ve leaked all over these nice khakis and have a huge wet spot on your bottom” Mrs. Butterfeld said while shaking her head disappointedly. Kyle felt the back of his shorts and much to his dismay could feel the significant wetness, he could only imagine what the huge wet spot looked like on his butt and how obvious it must have been as he crawled over to join the others. He stammered to come up with a response… “I, I, I was trying to wait ummm until…” he was cut off by Mrs. Butterfeld “Well its not worth worrying about now, we need to take care of this immediately, so no play time for you right now – we need to get you changed.” She stretched out her hand for Kyle to take. Kyle couldn’t think of anything to say and with immense shame, he took her hand and let her stand him up. As she led him over to the cubbies, he heard one of the children say, “Hahaha Kyle wet his pants!” to which a few of the children began to snicker. Kyle flinched at the comment but did his best to ignore it. Candy then came to his defense, “Tommy! We do not make fun of others for accidents! Now one more word from any of you and you’ll be in time out in the corner – do you understand?” she said seriously All the children responded, “Yes Ms. Candy, we’re sorry” and they went back to playing with the blocks. As Kyle and Mrs. Butterfeld reached his cubby, she proceed to take his back pack and diaper bag from the shelf. Then she went over to the wall adjacent to the cubbies where he saw she grabbed a piece of paper and returned to Kyle with it in her hand. “Well Kyle, I wasn’t expecting this on your first day and so soon, I’m surprised at you – such a big boy and you couldn’t make it 30 minutes into class.” She said while shaking her head. Kyle wanted to protest and come up with an excuse but instead, he just looked at the floor and said “I’m sorry mam, I’ll try to do better” “I sure hope so, well let’s get your chart updated. So when this happens we mark your chart with the time and a little rain drop sticker which stands for WET” she said as she placed the sticker on his chart and wrote the time next to it. “Now then, I’ll put this back and we’ll go to the changing area to get you cleaned up” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she put his chart back and then marched him shamefully across the daycare to the bathroom in the back where he’d been changed by his mother the day before. She put his diaper bag and backpack on the end of the changing table, then turned to Kyle. “okay let’s get these wet pants off of you, arms up for me.” She said with in a bit of a disappointed tone. Kyle complied lifting his arms to the ceiling, as Mrs. Butterfeld stripped him of his shirts and wet shorts, leaving him in nothing but his shoes and his sagging pull up. Much to his dismay she left the door of the bathroom wide open during this embarrassing process. “It looks like your shirt is okay but these pants are soaked. You need to let us know next time Kyle, I thought you were a big boy. Don’t worry we know you need a little more help now and will check on you extra to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” She said while slightly chiding the older boy. Kyle blushed hard at the comment while she folded his shirt neatly on the side of the table and proceeded to put his damp pants in a plastic bag. She then proceeded to rip off his sodden pull up, wrap it up and put it in the trash next to the changing station. “Well Kyle, I’m sorry we had this mishap but as I explained earlier – boys who soak there pull ups and especially those who leak on their pants need to be in diapers for the rest of the day. So let’s get you taken care of okay?” She said as she patted the changing table. Kyle shamefully climbed up on the table and laid back as he shut his eyes tightly. He was not prepared to be exposed like this to a total stranger and was just hoping she’d get this over with quickly. Mrs. Butterfeld had provided countless diaper changes and wasn’t really even phased by Kyle’s size, she just approached it as she would with any of her charges. She took out some wipes, lifted Kyle’s legs and began to wipe him thoroughly. She then reached into his diaper bag and pulled out one of Kyle’s printed white diapers, briefly commenting to herself, “well these are cute aren’t they” she said as she fluffed to out. She continued to lift Kyle’s legs and place the childish garment underneath him, making sure it was positioned just right. After this she proceeded to sprinkle baby powder on his bottom and front, rubbing it in and saying “This will make sure you’re all dry and won’t get any rash” she then proceeded to pull up the diaper and tape it securely. Checking to tuck in the sides around the front and inspect the fit. Satisfied with the work she said, “All done honey, we can get you dressed now. It’s okay open your eyes” Kyle opened his eyes and saw he smiling at him with her hands stretched out to help pull him up to a sitting position. “Alright arms up for me.” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she shook out Kyle’s pokemon shirt which and got it on him quickly. Kyle had noticed in that moment how short the shirt was, it really only fell to just past his waist. “Okay now you sit tight for me for a few seconds while I find your spare shorts and we can get you back out to the play area. Mrs. Butterfeld proceeded to inspect the contents of the diaper bag and Kyle’s back pack… but to her disappointment she couldn’t find any spare clothes. “Uh oh baby, it doesn’t look like your mommy packed you any spare clothes, I’ll have to tell her for next time and perhaps I can buzz her to bring you something by.” Mrs. Butterfeld said. “That is okay though, we have kidos just in their diapies and t-shirts all the time around here. You’ll be okay in just this for now.” Mrs. Butterfeld said in the most positive way she could muster hoping the boy wouldn’t be to upset with being so exposed. Kyle’s chest tensed up and the panic that set in on him was overwhelming. The pressure and the embarrassment was simply too much for him take, suddenly without warning, he started to cry while sitting on the changing table. “I, I, I can’t go out there in just a diaper, please don’t make me! Everyone is going to make fun of me.” He said in a quiet but broken sob. Mrs. Butterfeld gave him a big hug and patted his back, “aww baby its okay, I know you’re embarrassed, but see this is what happens when we have accidents, there are consequences. You know what though – its gonna be okay and everyone has accidents some times. Don’t worry I’m gonna protect you.” Kyle was still very upset and in anticipation of the moment Mrs. Butterfeld decided she better make sure she addressed the situation. She’d seen a pacifier in Kyle’s diaper bag and instinctively she reached for it and brought it to Kyle’s lips. “Here honey, suck on this it’ll help you calm down okay” she said presenting him with the dummy. At this point Kyle was distraught and he figured if he was going to be toddling around in just a diaper, what was a pacifier at this point and it had actual been helpful yesterday in the car and the bath. So without protest he accepted it in his mouth and sucked it hard to try to keep himself of involuntarily sobbing, as his breathing started to get under control. “Okay you sit right here – I’m just going to talk with Ms. Candy real quick.” Mrs. Butterfeld said, leaving Kyle on the table as he tried to get himself under control. She went just outside the door of the bathroom and waived Candy over. “Hey Candy, we’ve got a situation, as you noticed Kyle had a major accident and he doesn’t have any spare pants. He is having a little meltdown in there, so would you mind – getting the children together and making sure they understand – there is absolutely no making fun of him? I know it may inevitably happen later but hopefully we can at least contain it for the time being.” Mrs. Butterfeld said. Candy nodded her head saying, “Definitely – I’ll get them all on the same page, don’t worry I’ll make it clear to everyone. Maybe we should let him have some time to play on his own over in the plush pen for a bit – that way he can take some time to calm down?” “That’s a good idea – okay well go get the children all informed, you’re the best at that” Mrs. Butterfeld said as she returned to the restroom to tend to Kyle. Candy gathered all the children, explained the situation, and further laid out the consequences if any of them broke the rules. Some of the kids laughed but understood she meant business. Mrs. Butterfeld stood in front of Kyle who was starting to calm down. “Okay honey – everything is going to be alright; no one is going to make fun of you and we’re going to go back to play time. Now can you be a brave boy and come with me?” she asked in the sweetest tone she could manage. Kyle nodded his head and took the woman’s hand, letting her lead him out of the room. Kyle couldn’t believe his circumstances – here he was a 20-year-old boy who’d failed his first day of potty training and was now being led back into daycare wearing a thick baby diaper and sucking on a pacifier. To be continued…

Okay below is chapter 9. I'm almost done with Chapter 10 but thought I'd post this in the meantime, glad everyone is enjoying this. Chapter 9: The Next Morning Kyle awoke early the next morning, the light was dim outside his window and there was a stillness to the view that was descriptive of the dawn. He was shaken by the fact that the last thing he remembered was being fed a bottle by his mother as she rocked him to sleep. His cheeks immediately flushed at the thought of her picking him up and neatly tucking him into bed without even waking him, no doubt he was beyond tired yesterday. The events of the day had really taken it out of him, by the end of it – he’d become so docile to the circumstances of his treatment that he was beginning to lose some sense of his true age. A healthy nights rest gave him more awareness and he was somewhat disturbed by the current state of his situation. He realized it must be 5 AM or maybe even earlier. The night light illuminated a small clock in the shape of an elephant which he could just barely make out which read – 4:45 AM. Kyle realized he’d gotten a solid 9 hours of sleep considering he’d been put down around 8 PM. As he sat up – he felt the still unfamiliar squish of a very soggy diaper beneath him. As his attention had turned to his wet bottom, it suddenly hit him that he really needed to pee. It was one thing having an accident while asleep, but he really didn't want to just intentionally pee his pants, albeit at this moment it didn’t seem to matter much. Contained to his little baby prison by the crib rails rising 3 ft around him, getting up and moving about the room didn’t seem to be an easy option. He reached his hand outside the crib rails to see if he could find a way to unclip the side, however after some effort in the darkness he gave up. He laid back down with a sigh. Turning his head to get comfortable, he saw a baby bottle filled with water tucked next to a brown teddy bear in the corner of the crib. Without thinking too much of it he grabbed the bottle, laid on his back and began to nurse at it as his stared up at the spinning mobile above him. The rhythmic sucking was relaxing and he began to zone out in the moment, rocking back n forth with his legs slightly moving back n forth, the rustling crinkle of his diaper breaking the silence of the room. After a short moment, the liquid seemed to go right through him, making his already somewhat urgent need to pee even worse. He really wanted to prove to himself that he could hold it and make it to the toilet. He sat up on his knees grabbed the side of the rails and stood up. The change in balance however was all it took for him to lose control and release a large spurt of pee into his already sodden diaper. There he was grabbing the side of his crib, uncontrollably wetting his diaper which was causing his PJ bottoms to sag along the crotch. He managed to stop the flow for a short moment but realizing that every movement he made at that point would result in another spurt of pee, he decided to stop fighting and let go, flooding his diaper as he crouched down back to his knees in shame. The experience frightened him, how could he not hold it for longer than 10 minutes he thought to himself. Laying back slowly, he shut his eyes, instinctively grabbed his teddy bear and tried to be as still as possible hoping that the time would pass swiftly as he waited for someone to come relieve him of his soggy diaper. After laying there for what seemed like days, Kyle heard his mother moving about the living room and the kitchen. He didn’t want to call out or anything and decided he’d wait for her to come to him. Unfortunately, after about 15 minutes, there was still no reprieve, he figured she was cooking and getting things ready for the day. In an effort to get someone’s attention, Kyle called out: “Hey Mommmmm… I’m awake.. ughh I’d like to get up when you get a second” he said in a loud but reserved voice. Within 2 seconds, his mother walked through the door “Well good morning there sweetums, I hope you had a nice rest” she said as she walked over to the side of the crib. Kyle had sat up and was looking at his mom with a pouty face. “Aww what’s wrong sweetheart, does someone have a wet diaper? Let mommy check” Kyle crossed his arms and looked to the side as his mother lowered the crib rails, reached inside the front of his PJs and gently grabbed the front his diaper with her hand. “Oh my you made a lot of pee pee last night... poor little one I bet that cold diapy doesn’t feel good at all. Let’s get you out of that and then we can have some yummy breakfast okay!” she said sympathetically in a sing song voice. “Okay thank you momma” Kyle said softly under his breath. His mom grabbed both his hands and lead him out of bed, instructing him to put his hands on the changing table and bend down just slightly. He was a bit confused by this but then was surprised when his mother quickly pulled his PJs bottoms down. She ripped off the diaper balled it up, leaving Kyle naked from the waist down as she disposed of it in the diaper pail next to the table. She grabbed the tub of wipes as she walked over to Kyle saying, “alrighty baby let’s get your bottom all clean.” she began liberally wiping him from his crotch to his butt making sure he was cleaned thoroughly. After what seemed like an eternity to Kyle she said, “well there we are, a sparkly hiney for my little boy. Now is someone excited to get to wear a pull up today?” she asked presumptuously. Kyle just nodded his head meekly. “Well okay then baby, I know you’re going to do great and make it to the potty all day. Just remember the rules and don’t be embarrassed to ask me, your sister, Candice or any of the workers at little cubs when you need to go okay?” Kyle just nodded is head, whispering under his breath “Okay mom, I know the rules… I’ll make sure to ask and make it to the bathroom” “That’s my good boy!” his mother said as she shook out a new Goodnites boys XL with a camo print on it. “These should work great and fit you perfectly! And you know what I bet you can ever run in them” she said excitedly. “alright now give me this foot and now this foot and we pull them up” she said as if she was talking to preschooler as she lifted the pull up into position along Kyle’s hips. “There we go! How do they feel” she said as she turned Kyle to face her inspecting the fit and satisfied. “Umm yah surprisingly comfy and yah they feel like they fit perfectly, not to tight or anything, I thought they might have been…” Kyle said in a confident tone. “Well you know what you’re about 10 pounds underneath the maximum weight of 140lb+ for these, they were practically made for you plus you look super cute in them!” she responded as she tossed his PJ bottoms into the hamper and patted Kyle on his bottom giving him some reassurance. “Well I have breakfast ready, so let’s get you fed and then we can get all packed for your big day at Kids Camp! Check in is a 8 AM and I need to get there a bit earlier than Candice to get you fully checked in, don’t want to be late, so we have about an hour before we should leave” his mother said earnestly. “alright ummm can I have some shorts or something for breakfast?” Kyle asked hopefully. “nonsense, we have limited clothing and no need risking you spilling on a perfectly good pair of shorts. Nothing we haven’t seen. Plus, most kids in potty training don’t wear pants around the house, it makes it easier to make it to the potty!” she said as Kyle sighed and she lead him out of the room to the kitchen. Kyle was led into the kitchen and his mother had already scooted out a chair from the high-top table for him to sit in. Clearly his sister was still asleep after a late night, as her door was shut and lights off. Karen walked him over to the chair, saying “alright baby, you climb up in here and we’ll get you all settled in.” Kyle complied, climbing up into the chair, he was curious as to why it was just a few inches too far away from the table and turned to the side. It was then he saw his mother had picked up the high chair tray and was bringing it toward him, undoubtedly to fit it onto the arm rests of Kyle’s chair. “Okay little one – arms up for me so we can get this on” she said as Kyle unexcitedly lifted his arms toward the ceiling to let his mother lock him into to his babyish seat. “There we go baby, almost already for breakfast, just need to get this on you to keep everything clean” she said in a sing song voice as she walked around the back of Kyles and draped a bib around his neck, securing the Velcro strap in place. Kyle was so embarrassed as he looked down to see a teddy bear on the front of his bib and clearly in view was his big white infantile feeding tray. “at least no one else is around to see this” he thought to himself as his mother scurried along to the kitchen to get breakfast fixed up. A minute or so later his mother returned with a big bowl of oatmeal, a huge sippy cup and some cut up apple slices which she proceeded to put on Kyle’s tray. “Doesn’t this look yummy baby, I put some cinnamon in your oatmeal just like you like it and I loaded it up with some extra goodies so you’ll have plenty of energy to play today!” she said in a sing song voice as she tapped Kyle on the nose and presented him with a blue plastic spoon. “thanks mom, I’m pretty hungry, can I maybe have some toast too?” Kyle said pleadingly. “Let’s see how you do with this for now cutie, I have some English muffins I can throw in the toaster real quick if you want when you’re all finished.” She said cheerfully. Kyle obediently nodded his head and slowly started picking at his oatmeal. Doing his very best to not spill and prove to his mother that he didn’t need a bib. His mother sat down next to him with the paper and her own meal of yogurt, granola and some fruit. As Kyle was eating slowly to be as careful as possible, his mom finished well before him. “Okay honey bun, I’m going to start getting some of your things ready, no rush you just keep eating. Here I’ll put a show on for you to watch while I tidy up the kitchen and pack some stuff for you.” “Okay mom thanks!” he said as he continued to focus on his oatmeal. She grabbed Kyle’s kindle and proceeded to quickly pick a show and put it on the table next to him, quickly walking into Kyle’s room to get some things organized. Kyle was disappointed to see his mother has selected Paw Patrol as his morning entertainment. Not wanting to complain, he resigned to watching the childish program for a few minutes. He’d only watched it a few times in the past and was not enthusiastic about it, however as he continued to watch he found his attention drawn to the characters and was getting into the show. Time passed quickly and the next thing he knew his mother was standing next to him with her hands on her hips. “Kyle baby – finish up your breakfast, we need to get you ready for your first day! I’ve got your bag packed and outfit picked out, now I’m going to get my hair fixed and throw something on real quick. I’ll be back in 5 minutes, finish up your apple slices and the rest of your oatmeal for me okay?” she said encouragingly. “I’m sorry mom, I was distracted – I’ll hurry” he said meekly staring at her with puppy dog eyes. “alrighty little one, we’ve got 15 minutes before we need to head out!” she added as she rushed off into her room to get ready. Kyle quickly began to shovel the remaining oatmeal into his mouth while munching the remaining apple slices down as fast he could. To his dismay he turned the baby spoon to quickly and huge glob of oatmeal fell right on top of the bib. He tried to quickly brush it off but it just smeared across the teddy bear on the bib. Frustrated he just focused on finishing the rest of his breakfast and hoped his mother wouldn’t chide him too much for the mess he made. Just as he was taking his last bite, he mother returned to his side. “Oh looks like you’re all done, good job baby! Oooops looks like someone had a little mess, well that’s why we put a bib on you isn’t it!” she said assuredly as she went to lift the clamps on Kyle’s tray. Kyle blushed hard and looked away as she carefully removed the bib from his next and wiped his face clean. Taking his hand she said, “alright let’s get you all cute for your first day at Little Cubs!” she said cheerfully as she led him back to his nursery. Once in the room she guided him to sit on the edge of the changing table. “arms up!” she said in reflex. She quickly removed Kyle’s shirt leaving him sitting on the table in nothing but a pull up. “Okay honey before we get you dressed, do you need to make a poo poo or a pee pee? I want to make sure cuz we don’t know how long before you’ll get another chance.” She asked sincerely Kyle thought for a moment, hesitating on whether one, if had to go or two, if he should at least try. He definitely didn’t feel the need to go yet but thought maybe he should just to be safe, in his final moment he decided he’d prove he didn’t need to go to the bathroom every 30 minutes and decide he’d say… “I’m okay mom – I don’t need to go right now, I’ll be okay between now and when we get there.” He said confidently. “Are you sure baby? You know the rules at little cubs right? If you have an accident in your pull ups, that means diapers for the rest of the day…” she said candidly “I’m sure mom – I’ll be okay.” he responded “Well alright then, let’s get you ready!” she said excitedly. She proceeded to bring over his clothes setting them by his side. She dressed him in a light blue shirt with a big picture Bulbasaur on the front, a pair of short khakis, shin high white socks and a pair of plane white Velcro strap shoes. She then helped him put on his backpack and said, “aww you just look adorable, all ready for your big day. Okay now – there are some snacks, water, athletic shoes, and a few toys in your back pack. Hopefully I’m not forgetting anything, it’s been a while since I took you to daycare.” She said playfully as she patted him on the bottom prompting him to move toward the living room. “Gosh mom, make it even more embarrassing” Kyle said sheepishly. “aww baby I’m just having a bit of fun, and you’re gonna have a blast today just wait!” she said as she grabbed his hand to lead out of the cabin. As they went to exit the door, Kyle notices she swung his fully stuffed baby bag over her shoulder. “Hey mom, do you really need to bring that, I’m in pull ups today remember?” he asked pleadingly “Oh baby it’s a precaution and is actually required for all the little one’s in potty training, I know you’re going to do great, it’s just in case okay?” she explained. “Alright I guess, if you have to.” Kyle said as they exited the cabin and began there walk to the main lodge for Kyle’s first day at Little Cubs. To be continued

I use BodyGlide daily. It's intended for runners etc, and it works pretty well at preventing chafing. It doesn't come off quickly, and doesn't stain clothing. I walk a lot.

What is luvs, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more.

I did just find this medical Study: https://www.rehab.research.va.gov/jour/08/45/4/orris.html I'm not sure if someone already posted it but it seams to be an medical stent. I did not find any further information but maybe it's possible to reconstruct that design.

Pt3 Poppy led the way, her hand firmly holding mine as I followed up the 13 stairs. She opened the guest room where Lola had unpacked her belongings earlier and as I kept pace with my wife and entered the room Lola slipped in behind us and closed the door. I was then asked to sit on the bed as the ladies explained exactly what was happening and the rules that I’d be boating for the next few months. “First of all” Poppy began, “I’m not sure we explained ourselves clearly downstairs” “You are going to be our baby, Dan” Lola continued “You will be expected to behave just as a new born would behave” “BUT”, Lola interrupted, “As you are also a grown up we can punish you in a more adult manner should the need arise” “As I said downstairs there are a number of rules that you will need to adhere to” I was handed a sheet of paper with words on. “Take the opportunity to read this very carefully” “It will be the last adult thing you do to n this house for a while” Poppy passed me my reading glasses and I studied the 5 rules listed. I’d just got to the end of the list when Lola grabbed to paper from my hand. “Babies can not understand writing, I will read this out to you” Rule 1) Anytime you are in this house you will be our baby. There may also be trips out as a baby but they will always be with one or both of us. Rule 2) As you are a baby you will not be allowed to speak unless specifically asked to Rule 3) You will be treated like a baby, dressed as one and fed like one. You will have no responsibilities at all. Rule 4) You will be allowed to walk (as you’re a little too big to be carried) but again this will occur only when we say. Rule 5) The only time you will be treated older is when you are punished for breaking any of our rules Poppy began “ Dan, I know this list is a little bizarre but I also know that you are aware that what you and Lola did almost broke me and our marriage. I’ve done a lot of soul searching since it happened and thought that this is a way I might be able to learn to trust you again. By going back to childhood we will be able to start again. Also Lola moving in means that I get the chance to be a kind of mother because it does nt look like we’re able to have a child of our own” I stared at the floor, not fully understanding what the list entailed. Poppy continued “This is a one time offer. If you feel that it’s beyond you then I will pack your bags for you and myself and Lola will bring up the child together. If you agree to this then I will know that you are committed to our marriage” I opened my mouth to talk to Poppy but Lola snapped at me straight away “No talking baby! Just nod your head if you agree to our rules and we’ll start straight away” Facing the floor I silently nodded and with the requested head action my new life began.