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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.

Mom's glasses have gone missing. She didn't believe me that glasses could disappear over night never to be seen again, but now it's happened to her!

Well I just found out that there are over 140 ships and 87 are freighters waiting to unload in L.A. and Long Beach harbours.There are allso a heck of alot off N.Y and N.J.

Content Warning: Nothing vulgar. It's all good. Sugar for Baby: Chapter 2 MaverickW: I would like you to send me a video. One of you kneeling like before. But you don’t have to do anything but talk to me. Are you comfortable with that? Me hearing your voice? Matthew had to take a moment to think about that one. Sure, he knew he would be asked to send videos but he didn’t focus on him speaking in them. He just assumed that this man’s fascination was with the pull-ups and less with himself. MaddMatt: What do you want me to say? Because that mattered. It mattered a lot. Matthew never sexted anyone before. He’s spoken in the crude way high school boys did from time to time. But something about this man’s request seemed to Matthew like he wanted something more sensual… MaverickW: How about...you tell me about yourself. Nothing too personal. Or just tell me about your interests in diapers. Either one. MaddMatt: All in 30 seconds? MaverickW: Take as long as you want. I’ll pay for however long it is. Matthew blinked at his phone screen. That was...awfully generous. MaddMatt: What if I take 10 mins? MaverickW: I’d be very surprised if you could talk about yourself for 10 minutes straight. But if you somehow managed, I would still pay you of course. MaddMatt: That would be 200 dollars though. MaverickW: Which I am more than capable of paying. The three dots stayed on the screen meaning MaverickW was still typing. Matthew leaned against his door waiting. MaverickW: I am quite a wealthy man. I don’t mean that as a brag. I mean it honestly. I appreciate any concern you may have for my financial situation, but you don’t need to worry. I would not be offering an arrangement like this unless I knew I could handle it. Matthew could believe it. The man casually sent him 20 dollars for 4 photos. MaddMatt: Okay...give me a sec. Propping the phone up as he did before, Matthew set a 10-second timer. It gave him plenty of time to get into the kneeling position while also making sure his face was out of frame before the recording started. Even so, Matthew felt like a deer in headlights as the red blinking light told him the camera was rolling. “Um...hi.” He says awkwardly and shifts. The pull-up rustles between his thighs as he moves. “As I said, you can call me Matt. It’s part of my name...I’m 18 years old. I’ll be 19 in about a month.” It was hard thinking of things to say that wouldn’t give away too much information about him. “I joined the group chat a while ago. Everyone in there seems pretty nice. But this is the first diaper experience I’ve had since I joined.” He gently fidgets with the waistband of the pull-up. “I didn’t mean to get the girl ones. I was just nervous at the store.” Matthew parts his legs just slightly to expose the pull-up a bit more. “I’ve looked at the diapers online, you know, with the prints on them. I haven’t decided which ones to get. Plus, I think I’d need to open a PO box just in case I’m not home when it arrives.” Matthew caught himself slowly slipping out of the kneeling position and straightened up quickly. He placed his hands down flat on his thighs. “I like diapers.” He admits for the first time out loud. “I have for as long as I can remember. The prints on them, the way they feel when I put them on, I haven’t tried using them, but the idea is appealing.” He fights down the urge to touch himself again as he clears his throat. He could go for a glass of water right about now. “It’s both a sexual and nonsexual interest for me. I have a feeling you’d like both in this arrangement? Or maybe just the sexual bit? I don’t know.” Matthew shrugs and figures that’s a long enough video. Leaning forward, he grabs his phone and presses the stop button before pointing the camera at his face again. There’s a moment where he scrolls through to video to make sure he didn’t show his face and sense that it’s fine, he sends a message to MaverickW. MaddMatt: It ended up being 3 minutes long. Well, it was 3 minutes and 12 seconds. But Matthew wasn’t going to make MaverickW pay the dollar or so it was for 12 seconds. $60 has been sent from Maverick W. for Video Matthew gets the PaySmart notification and immediately sends the video through. While he waits for MaverickW to watch it, he goes downstairs and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. Almost half of it is gone by the time Matthew makes it back to his room. And it’s as he shuts the door behind him that he realizes he went downstairs with no pants on and a pink pull-up poking from under his shirt. He’s so very lucky his dad was staying out late. Checking his phone shows him several message notifications. Upon clicking on them, he sees several paragraphs and the three dots that signify MaverickW is still typing. MaverickW: You did very well, Matt. You seemed very shy but you worked through and kept going. I’m very happy with the video and I want to reply to a few things you said. I am 25 years old. I hope the nearly 6 years difference doesn’t bother you. I’ve been a member of the group chat for almost a year, myself. I mostly just watch, but if you search my username you can see some of my messages. I think you look rather cute wearing those pull-ups. Even if it wasn’t intended. There’s quite a variety of diapers out there. To find your preferred brand, there are sample packs that you can get online. And of course, it goes without saying that I would buy them for you if you asked me to. Even the PO box. That’s the sort of arrangement I offer to you. I’m sure you’re familiar with the term “Sugar Daddy”? It’s like that, although, a different kind of “Sugar”. You and I share the same feelings when it comes to diapers. Although I prefer to see others wear them, I rarely ever feel the urge to wear them myself. Thank you for sharing your preferences with me. I’ll make sure to remember them so as not to step outside your boundaries with my requests. Matthew lays down in bed before MaverickW is done typing. This MaverickW guy seemed nice, all things considered. Matthew didn’t wake up that morning thinking he would become a Sugar Baby by the end of the day. But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Pretty soon, the phone stopped pinging with messages, and he picked it up once more. MaverickW: I know it must seem like I’m coming on strong. Feel free to tell me so and I’ll back off. But I see a promising long-term arrangement ahead of us. Which means I’m an open book. Ask me anything. And barring any sensitive personal information, I’ll answer. I’d like to get to know you outside of the fetish as well, if you’d be willing. In the end, Matt, you have complete control over this arrangement. I may make the requests, but you have all the power to stop this whenever you want. No hard feelings. Do you understand? Matthew did understand. And he didn’t doubt MaverickW at all. If he never replied, Matthew believed MaverickW wouldn’t push him. And the invitation for open communication, not just about the diapers but about other things helped Matthew feel less like MaverickW wanted him because he just wanted someone to provide him pictures. MaverickW: Take some time to think, if you feel you need to. I have no more requests for today, but the invitation for questions is still there. I have a meeting in an hour that prevents me from responding, but I’ll reply soon after that. If you’re still awake. MaddMatt: All that sounds very nice and I probably will take the rest of the night to think about it all. But I would also like to get to know you as well. It’s 2 pm for me right now. I’d be happy with messaging back and forth whenever we have free time for the rest of the night if that’s okay with you? MaverickW: Of course, baby boy. It’s 2 pm for me as well so that works out well. For a moment, Matthew felt anxious at the possible proximity, but then he remembered that time zones stretch across multiple states. And MaverickW only knew a portion of his name and age. It wasn’t as if he were able to drive up right outside his door. MaddMatt: So... you probably can’t tell me where you work, but what kind of business do you do? Almost immediately, MaverickW started to type a reply. But Matthew suspected it would take him a second to reply, so instead, he went to a delivery app and started to scroll through. He had missed lunch in all the excitement of his purchase, so he was happy to treat himself (or more accurately, let MaverickW treat him seeing as how it was his money that was paying for it) to some Chinese. Normally he’d go pick it up himself to save on delivery fees, but this time, he didn’t bother. After placing the order, he sent a text to his father explaining that he would have food in the fridge when he got home. And right around the time his father texted him back, MaverickW finished typing. MaverickW: I work in a security company owned by my father. Mainly, I oversee the day-to-day goings-on in the office. It’s mostly boring stuff. I won’t bore you too much. On average, the most exciting thing I deal with is someone taking someone else’s lunch out of the fridge in the break room. Do you work? Matthew spent the next few minutes explaining his tutoring sessions. He had a few regular clients that he’d been tutoring for years now, but most of them hired him for the semester or a single school year. MaverickW seemed impressed though and praised Matthew for even something as simple as that. He assured Matthew that of course, it was a job. Teaching was a hard profession and anyone who did so had to be very intelligent and patient. Especially to have repeat clients. In the end, as Matthew slipped some shorts on over his pull-up and went to get his food from downstairs, he had a smile on his face. But right as Matthew sat down in front of his desktop monitor to eat and watch a movie, MaverickW texted him that his meeting was starting soon and that he would text again when it was over. It left Matthew feeling a little disappointed, but he pushed that to the side in favor of his food and the movie. About halfway through, however, a mischievous thought passed through Matthew’s head. The food was basically from Maverick. The generous tip he gave the delivery driver was because of Maverick. And Matthew hadn’t even thanked him for it. No, Maverick thanked him for a 3-minute video… Matthew propped the phone up on his desk and pushed his chair back. He kicked the shorts off and raised his shirt just enough to expose that he was still wearing the pull-up. With one leg, he propped it over the arm of the chair. He held the container of rice in front of him casually. A small giddy grin took up his face as he activated the timer and did some last-minute adjustments before the picture was taken. Pushing himself back up to the desk, he scrolled to the camera roll and pulled up the photo. Seeing his smile captured in the photo, he went to crop it out, but right as he was about to, he paused. It was just his smile. Not even his nose was in the photo. Other than that, the only thing that could be seen was his dark brown hair poking from behind his ear. It wasn’t that obvious. Eventually, Matthew decided to save the photo as it was and sent it to Maverick’s inbox with the caption ‘Thanks for the food Sir.’ and a smiley face emoji. He knew Maverick wouldn’t see it until after his meeting, but the anticipation for a response was still there. Finishing his food and the movie, Matthew stood and stretched. He had finished his water a long time ago and was now feeling the need to use the bathroom. Still, he didn’t know if the pull-ups would hold completely. Deciding to play it safe, Matthew walked into the bathroom. Technically, the bathroom was out in the hall, so it wasn’t his private one, but he only shared with guests if they had any. Taking a breath, Matthew took off his shirt and stepped into the shower. It was cold in the bathroom and he immediately got goosebumps as he leaned against the cold glass of the shower. Matthew closed his eyes, leaning his head back as well, he forced himself to relax. All the experiences he’d ever read talked about how hard it was to suddenly let go when not near a toilet as if the body knew that and refused to let go. He felt that then as if there were a block on his bladder preventing it from releasing. Feeling annoyed by it, Matthew reached down and felt for where his bladder was bulging out slightly. Pressing on it made his need that much more insistent, and he even felt a small trickle leak out, but it stopped as soon as he eased up his hand. Still, the pull-up soaked up the few drops of urine easily. He tried a new approach. Instead of leaning back into the glass, he stood up, imagining a toilet right in front of him. One hand reached down to cup the front of the pull-up as if it would simulate him pointing himself at the toilet. Again, he closed his eyes and tried to relax. This method seemed to work better as he was able to get a full stream out. Fearing that flooding the pull-up would make it leak quickly, he forced the stream to stop. Matthew’s bladder protested. The front of the pull-up was much warmer now, and he could feel the material swell slightly just to accommodate. Only when Matthew was sure the pull-up had soaked up everything, he let go again. It was much easier this time. Like before, he tried to stem the flow so as not to flood the pull-up, although it was much harder somehow. You would think it would be easier seeing as how his bladder was emptier, but it wasn’t. Struggling, he finally managed to stop pissing, a small whine escaping him from the urge to grip his dick. He felt that close to the dam breaking. But even with a hand outside the pull-up, he could feel the material struggling to absorb it all. The front of the pull-up swelled to max capacity, and he could feel it trying to leak towards the back. Matthew leaned back against the glass again, now confident that he could release. The only problem was stopping. As he let go this final time, Matthew knew there would be no stopping. With a forceful hiss, Matthew started to wet his pull-up in earnest. Almost immediately after, Matthew felt the telltale feeling of warmth trickling down his leg. With a sigh of disappointment, he had no choice but to let it all out. The sound of urine flowing down the drain was deafening and embarrassing. Eventually, his bladder was empty and the stream stopped. The pull-up sagged between his legs and a spurt of piss dribbled down his leg every time he moved. Matthew reached for the side of the pull-up and ripped it. Same for the other side. The pull-up was heavy in his hand and he set it down on the floor of the shower, before turning the shower on. Matthew ducked out of the way of the initial cold spray, settling back under as it warmed up. He made his shower quick but paid special attention to make sure he washed away all traces of urine on him. As he got out of the shower, he wrapped his towel around his waist and went to his room, leaving the pull-up on the floor of the shower for now. He didn’t go back to the bathroom until after he had put on underwear and pajama pants and grabbed one of the shopping bags from before. Putting the used pull-up in the bag, he tied it tight and threw it in the garbage outside. Finally back inside, Matthew grabs his phone from his desk and sees a handful of notifications. Before he checks them, he goes to flop on his bed. The first 3 notifications are from the group chat, miscellaneous people talking small talk that he didn’t feel like indulging in right now. But what caught his attention was a notification from PaySmart. $20 has been sent from Maverick W. for Breakfast. This made Matthew sit up quickly, immediately clicking on the last notification, seeing it was a message from Maverick five minutes ago. MaverickW: You are more than welcome, baby boy. I needed the smile after such a boring meeting. It brings me great pleasure to take care of you even in something as simple as a meal. I’m sure you’ve gotten the notification from PaySmart already. I’d like for you to buy yourself a nice breakfast tomorrow morning as well. Or, if you’d like, spend it on something else. My point is that I enjoy caring for your needs. Have you ever heard of an app called Treat Me? Immediately, Matthew started typing. MaddMatt: I sent the photo as thanks, but I didn’t expect anything in return for it...Thank you though. I’ll be sure to go get some pancakes or waffles tomorrow. I haven’t heard of that app actually. What is it? Even as Matthew asks, he goes to his app store and looks it up. Treat Me is a brightly colored app that seems to advertise itself to streamers or influencers. Its main objective states that it is “a way for viewers to send their appreciation in a more direct way to their favorite content creator. Completely anonymous and confidential for personal information.” That’s also the jist of Maverick’s explanation as well. MaverickW: You can attach things like a wishlist, or you can set up a meal request. Your viewer (me) can pay for them immediately and those things will be delivered to you. MaddMatt: And you’d want to do that? For me? MaverickW: Of course. Matt, in most arrangements like this, the “Sugar Baby” gets a weekly allowance to spend as they please. I have a feeling you would be overwhelmed with something like that. So, something like this is a good compromise. MaddMatt: If you’re sure. MaverickW: If it makes you feel better, my motivations aren’t completely selfless here...I admit it does allow me to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. After all, if I bought you greasy take-out every night, that’s not exactly taking care of you, is it? Matthew felt his face heat up at that. It was true at least. MaddMatt: This feels like a lot. MaverickW: Too much? MaddMatt: Well...idk. I feel like I should be doing more for you though. MaverickW: You’re new to arrangements like these. We started slow. Eventually, you’ll do more and more in exchange. But it’s your comfortability that matters most. Looking back, Matthew wasn’t sure what possessed him to do something like this, but his fingers type faster than he can second guess himself. MaddMatt: Give me another request then. No money. Give me something to do to repay you so I don’t feel like I’m taking too much. For a few agonizing moments, nothing happens. Not even the dots signifying that Maverick is typing. For a moment, Matthew fears that he’s crossed some sort of line by making demands. And he’s halfway through typing an apology before the three dots rapidly appear and a message comes in a second later. MaverickW: Alright then… Matthew gives a heavy sigh as the dots reappear and stay until another message comes through. MaverickW: I’m going to call you through this chat. And you’re going to talk to me on the phone. I’ve heard your voice before so this should only be a slight adjustment. Is that alright with you? Immediately it felt like an 808 drum was beating in his chest. Matthew expected something like another picture or another video or something. But this was simultaneously much easier and harder at the same time. Even so, Matthew asked for it. MaddMatt: Yes, sir. MaverickW: Good boy. A second later and Matthew’s screen lit up with Maverick’s icon and the text “MaverickW is Calling.” Matthew cleared his throat, hands shaking as he reached up and tapped the green check button to accept the call. Putting the phone to his ear, Matthew heard nothing. “H-Hello?” He stuttered, hand fisting in his sheets. A deep, purr of a voice came over the line. “Hello, darling.” The voice cooed so smoothly as if it had said it to Matthew a thousand times before. Matthew felt a breath catch in his throat.

We were still together, that was a start. After what I had done I would nt have blamed my wife Poppy if she had slapped my face,thrown me out of our marital home of three years and changed all the locks. I'd lost count how many times I'd asked myself how could I have been so stupid. Yes, it was nt a long sordid affair, it was just one drunken mistake but why did it have to be with Lola, Poppy's best friend of over 20 years and why it Gods name did it have to end with Lola pregnant with my child. That news alone could have broken Poppy as we'd had no luck after trying for a child over the last 12 months. It's not as if they are similar, Poppy I'd always describe as a "skinny blonde", quite quiet and shy but with a smile that would light up any room she walked into. Lola on the other hand was what many in the pub called "a mouthy piece", dark hair and far thicker set than Poppy, she bore more than a passing resemblance to English Celebrity chef Nigella Lawson. I did nt think she was my type but Mr Jim Beam had proved to me different. I still think back to how I found myself in Lola's company when Poppy had gone to stay at her mothers house up North for the weekend. Time has dulled even the smallest memories of the night, a quick fumble in a drunken haze that left neither of us exactly sexually fulfilled but created a new life. I can Just about recall the horror we both felt in the morning as we woke up in the same bed and perhaps we would and could have kept it a secret from my lovely Poppy and everyone else if it was nt for 'Junior' That day, sitting next to Poppy, holding her hand, as I confessed to my indiscretion was one memory I would happily wipe from my mind. The hurt on her pretty face was heart breaking, never had I felt such a let down as the horrible news sank in with the love of my life. The days of tears that followed almost drove me to the point of suicide. I could nt bear my Princess being in such emotional pain. 6 months down the line things had improved, whilst it was never far from our minds, Lola's growing tummy helped that, it did nt dominate our lives. Our relationship dynamics had changed over the time, always mindful that I had almost finished our marriage, I became more passive, Poppy on the other hand had began to assert herself becoming the dominant one whereas before she'd been happy to let me the lead the way. The friendship between Poppy and Lola had also changed too, bizarrely it had got stronger, they saw each other much more regularly then before she was pregnant, Lola was a constant visitor to our home. I was never sure whether it was because Poppy wanted to keep reminding me of my mistake or whether she was keen to have an input in the little life created by her two closest friends. I of course tried to avoid being left on my own with Lola. Whilst I was sure that I/we would never make the same mistake again there was no reason to tempt fate. If Lola and myself were in the same room I’d always use Poppy as a screen, Poppy was always between myself and Lola which meant that I’ve never had to address the ‘baby situation’ and how the birth will affect the rest of our lives. That was until that fateful day. I had sensed that something was up on the Friday after returning home from work. Poppy was very quiet and whilst that was nt unusual her eyes showed that she was deep in thought. “Dan” she eventually broke the silence. “Yes sweet” I replied “We need to talk about Lola and the baby” It was the first time she’d used the b word in my presence. “Of course dear, I know I made the biggest mistake of my life but with your help I can do the right thing going forward” “The right thing?” Poppy smirked “The right thing would have to keep your thing in your trousers and we would nt be in this situation” I nodded silently as Poppy continued. “As you know, your baby has only a few months before it arrives and prior to that there are going to be some changes” Poppy went on to explain that Lola’s small one bedroom flat was wholly unsuitable for a child to grow up in. And that the tomorrow (Saturday) Lola would be moving into our 4 bedroom townhouse. That way she could help with child and I’d be able to do my job and provide for my offspring. Twice I tried to interrupt Poppy but with a finger lifted to her lips she dismissed my protestations. “Also as a first time Mother and with no siblings or other children in the family Lola is very nervous about looking after a baby” “She’s going to need some help, and that’s where you come in” Keen to stay on Poppy’s good side I would have done almost anything. “Of course Princess, let me know what I can do” Poppy just smiled “Good boy”

It sure does ??

@Young1 I agree with your statement I believe that it stems from people not being able to use the bathrooms are not wanting to use public bathrooms during a pandemic crisis such as COVID-19. People do not want to end up taking the chance that they probably could get something because they are not careful, so they don’t congregate in public places, so they don’t use public bathrooms as much as they used to before COVID-19 hit us in March 20 20. I agree with your statement I believe that it stems from people not being able to use the bathrooms are not wanting to use public bathrooms during a pandemic crisis such as COVID-19. People do not want to end up taking the chance that they probably could get something because they are not careful, so they don’t congregate in public places, so they don’t use public bathrooms as much as they used to before COVID-19 hit us in March 2020. however, there are many of us that Have been wearing diapers for a long time. COVID-19 may have increased the frequency of people wearing diapers who you normally don’t wear diapers as often, but they still wear diapers nonetheless. Because of my incontinence, I have found that I wear diapers more often, and I use them every day. As I’ve told people in the past, August 2019. Which was the best month of my life, because I finally decided that I needed help with incontinence issues accidents and the like, and then ask my doctor for that help. Additionally, that is when I joined DD for the first time after 25 years of “lurking”. Best decision I ever made. Due to Covid, diapers are a godsend in my opinion. You no longer have to worry about using public restrooms, or worrying about catching something because you’re using a bathroom that is not your own. There are times where it can be a little “inconvenience“, but at least you don’t have to worry that you can’t find a toilet and that you’re going to end up having an Accident, because you were wearing your bathroom. They are more convenient nowadays, because we are unsure of many factors of this virus. We thought we had beaten COVID-19 once, and then we had the Delta variant, then we had the Mu Variant, and I’m not sure that we’re done with this virus. Every time we turn around, it seems like we are worse off than we are when we started in 2020. All I know is, I will continue to wear my mask and do things that will hopefully keep me safe from this “virus“. In times like this, you have to be prepared for things to go “crazy”. By that I mean, you have to be able to think on your feet, and react quickly to situations as they change – one minute everything is fine, the next minute you get a notice that something is changed and you have to maintain whatever rules they put in into force. I don’t mind doing that, and if That is what I have to do, that is what I must do. I have also noticed, as many people have stated, that there are a lot of shipments that are being held at ports of entry, or supports on the seacoast where product comes in. Some of this may be diapers and other incontinence supplies that come into the United States from China. If this is the case everyone of us will have to pay higher than normal tariffs because China seems to not be able to play by any rules that make any sense. I think all diapers are now made in China – this could put us in the United States and abroad at a disadvantage, because China may decide to play “dirty” by “jacking up“ the pricing on several products including those used for incontinence. Covid Can be vicious and does not take prisoners: one day you’re healthy, the next day you may feel like you have a cold or a flu, and then you have COVID-19. If you feel sick, and you don’t get tested, and you don’t get vaccinated, you could get COVID-19 and not know it until you are tested or until you’re too sick to be able to deal with it by using the vaccine. In times like this, prices may rise because of supply, or because of demand. in times like this, prices may rise because of supply, or because of demand. The thing that could be “shifty” is that suppliers can manipulate the amount of supply to increase demand, so that the price goes higher and higher. It is almost as bad as when someone at the stock exchange breathe the wrong way, and because someone says something/anything, the price goes up or down based on something that happens at the stock exchange. China is known for doing things that are a little bit unethical, and so they need to be watched carefully in my opinion. Why else would there be tariffs on things that are imported or exported from China? It’s probably because China does not pay its fair share of what it needs to pay. That seems reasonable, but when you deal with the law of supply and demand, it seems like the more someone demands supply, the less supply is available. They do this with oil prices all the time. For a while it’s like $.59 a barrel, and then it might be up as high as 80 or $.90 a barrel, which makes the gas prices go from $2.19 to over $3.00 Per gallon. I have also heard stories that in the UK, that gas can cost up to five dollars a liter. let’s just hope that whatever is going on, that businesses are not taking advantage of the Covid situation to manipulate prices out of everyone’s affordability range. This is called “price-fixing“ or “price gouging“ both of which are illegal and unethical. Everyone needs diapers: everyone. Babies need diapers, children need diapers, adults need diapers regardless of the times that we are experiencing and it is my hope that prices remain reasonable so that we can continue to get them at a reasonable Diapers Make our lives a lot easier: I don’t have to worry anymore, and I don’t have to run to the bathroom when I have to go and almost injure myself doing it. Covid or not diapers are a lot of the reason that it is easier for me to function Brian

Sounds logical

Patience, littles and bigs, there's a 5700-word update coming tomorrow evening.

There aren't many current cartoons I enjoy, Bob's burgers is good, but I recently watched the whole series through on Hulu, and noticed the later seasons aren't as funny as the older ones, which is sad. I still watch every episode as it comes out, though. I've mostly been into various anime, since I'm visually impaired, dubs are the only things I can comfortably watch. I've been watching the Kobayashi Dragon Maid dub as it comes as, aswell as the Mother of the goddess dormatory and To Love Ru dubs. My wife introduced me to this show called Tonikawa, which I absolutely LOVE, we've been watching it together, and I've been having a blast! Western cartoons, I enjoy are things like Bluey (super good), Green Eggs and Ham (Netflix Original), The Looney Tunes Show, as well as older shows like Garfield and Friends, Rugrats, Ducktales (Original and newer reboot), Goof Troop, Spongebob, The Flintstones, Original Looney Tunes and things like that.

I wear, but I use the toilet when around family indoors. Less smell and bulk, and I wont get any questions why I never go to the toilet.

Welcome to daily diapers!

Check out this diaper I made! The art, graphics, and diaper construction and design were all done by me by hand! It looks amazing!

This is true. A movie ticket here costs around $12. My wife and I frequently go to the movies, we have a theater right across the street from our apartment complex. I'd say the movies is our #1 choice for a date night/day. It's objectively cheaper to go watch a movie on Netflix, Hulu, Disney+ or whatever, or even just to rent/buy a movie and watch it at home. To us, it's the experience that we're paying for, and we deem it to be worth the cost. Watching a new movie on a screen that's too big for us to ever afford or have space for and with a sound system, that is also too big and expensive for us to ever dream of having. We've seen many movies in the theater multiple times, movies that we would never watch at home because the experience of the theater is part of what makes it good. Detective Pikachu, that Jungle Book life action movie, both movies that are enjoyable to watch in the theater, but aren't good enough to actually watch at home. We even saw “Free Guy” and “Space Jam 2" in theaters, both bad movies, but we have a fun time watching it at the theater. To us, the experience is worth a little extra money, and it's nice to get back to it, now that things are open again.

Arguing with ones mother never works. Thanks for the new chapter. Maly.

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 to have your feedback!! Love the story and dying to know what gonna happen next

? Yay. Hopefully more places will start following this example, since men can be caregivers too. In the Brave New World, diaper changing isn't just for wimminz anymore! ? Vive le Diaper Changing Revolution! ?

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

Maybe I'm wrong but it does appear @diaperwearntigger recommended lotion and powder to prevent chafing while @Stroller suggested Body Glide to prevent it. That hardly seems like no one.

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

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

I got home and showed my new permit to my mother. Now, toilet training could begin. She went and got the pullups. I tore into the bag and extracted one. I ran upstairs and peeled the diaper off and put on the training pants. Mom came in and asked if I wanted to try the toilet. Boy, did I. She escorted me to the bathroom, and I sat on the toilet. It was hard having her watch. It was as bad as when I first tried to go in the diaper. After a time I announced that I apparently didn’t need to go. Mom made a note in my log and I got dressed. It was nice not having as much bulk between my legs. I made it through dinner and at bedtime Mom again watched me on the toilet. This time I could pee. “That’s the ticket,” she said. She made an entry in my logbook, and I went off to bed. Mom woke me up the next morning. I looked down at the pullup and realized I had wet it. In fact, it had leaked a bit onto the sheets. “Oh, dear,” Mom said when seeing this. “I guess you better continue to sleep in a diaper for a while.” I got dressed and headed to school. Upon arrival I went to the nurse and showed her my permit. She had me sit on the toilet, and I wasn’t able to go. Kim came in just after I stood up. “How’s it going?” I asked. “Good. I was so happy to be able to poop in the toilet this morning.” I gave her a thumbs up. I’d have to do that myself. That night mom watched as I pooped. She applauded and made an entry in my book. “I pooped in the toilet,” it read. The week progressed. I knew the next step was to allow me unsupervised use of the toilet. I couldn’t wait. I needed another week of this before that could happen. Saturday morning, mom came in holding the dreaded bag. “Aw, mom. I don’t need that. I’ve been pooping in the toilet just fine.” “It’s still a good idea,” she said. “You can still evacuate it in the toilet.” I grumbled, but allowed her to put the pipe in my rear. After being loaded, I went straight to the toilet and sat down. I planned to go out with Kim that night. We still weren’t in the second phase, and there wouldn’t be anybody to escort us to the toilets, so we were back in diapers. “I can’t wait for this to be over,” I said. “Me, too. It won’t be much longer,” Kim said. “I’ll start phase two as soon as school gets out.” That was about two weeks away. “Why wait until then?” I asked. “Did you read how phase two works?” she countered. “No, doesn’t it just let us go solo to the toilet?” “It does, but while we do that we have to wear just our training pants.” “Yuck.” I said. Now I had to contemplate whether I wanted to go around school in a pullup or wait another two weeks. “I guess I’ll wait, too. At least I can use the toilet, even if Mom or the nurse have to watch. I hate having to go in the diaper. Like, here I am sitting in a pile of my own crap for no earthly good reason.” “I hear you.” “Wearing them to bed is bad enough. Even now sucks.” “You wear them to bed?” “Yeah, I seem to actually have become a bedwetter through this.” “You need an alarm. Mom got me one, and it worked pretty quickly.” I resolved to ask Mom. Seeing how she always seemed to be conspiring with Kim’s mother, I was surprised I didn’t already have one.

I fumed the rest of the day. How could they think any of this was a good idea? I feared it was my father I had to work on. Sunday, I came up with an idea. I would wait until my mother was busy to put my plan into action. The opportunity came after lunch. Mom announced she had to run down to help with her Garden Club project. My diaper had been wet for a while, it was probably getting pretty ripe. I squatted down and pushed out a large load in the diaper. Then I steeled myself and sat down in it. It was now a proper mess. I went and found my father watching TV. “Dad, I need my diaper changed,” I announced. He looked at me a second like he was going to suggest having Mom do it and then he remembered. “As soon as the commercial comes on.” I sat down next to him on the sofa, further squishing into the mess. I could sell the poop wafting up and I’m sure he could now as well. The game cut to a beer commercial and I stood up. Dad followed me back to my room. I had already laid out the stuff. I hopped up and waited. He tentatively undid the tapes and pulled the diaper away. It was ripe in there. I saw him wrinkle his nose as he balled up the messy diaper trying not to get any on himself. He wasn’t as adept as mom. Mom would have used some of the diaper to remove as much of the mess as possible before starting in with the wipes. He put several wipes on his hand and started. They came away totally brown without making much of a dent in the mess. He sighed and grabbed for more. Wipe after wipe came at me. He used up almost the entire box before he decided he was done. He wiped his hands on a fresh wipe and then set about putting a new on me. He fumbled with the process. I could have helped him, but I played dumb. Finally, he went off to wash his hands. I went back to the sofa, sitting there in just the diaper since he’d not bothered to pull my pants back on for me. The game was well back in progress. One of the home team players hit a grand slam before he got back into the room. I recapped it for him. He never said a word. I just sat there in the diaper. After a while, I wet the diaper. The smell wasn’t obvious as before, but I’m sure he must have been aware of it. Mom came home and saw me sitting there. “You need a change. Seriously, dear, you can’t let him just sit there in a wet diaper.” “I already changed his stinky diaper,” he countered. “Well, he needs another. Come, Jason.” Mom led me back to the room and changed me. She looked around at the remnants of the previous change and just clucked her tongue and cleaned that up. I smiled. Perhaps I’d given them both a bit of a reality check. I heard nothing more the rest of the day or on Monday. Tuesday morning was the day that Kim and I planned to take the test. I came down and found the application for the permit on the table with my father’s signature on it. It had worked. I got to school and ran into Kim. I pulled out the application to display the signature. She reached into her bag and pulled one out as well. We hugged. We’d both start our training this evening after we passed our tests. That afternoon, we made the way to the permit office and handed over our applications. We sat down at the computers for the test. I went through confidently answering the questions. I went back and checked the answer twice and submitted the test. Kim got up shortly after I did. We sat there nervously waiting for the results. The clerk announced we had both passed. We were handed new IDs proclaiming we were in toilet training. “Here’s your potty training logs and the information on phase one of your training. Good luck.” We received our materials and hugged and went home. Both of us were eager to get into pull ups and on with our training.

Kim and I went back and discussed studying for the test together for a bit before my mom announced we needed to get back home so she could cook dinner for Dad. We made our goodbyes. As we drove away, I smiled. It was nice to have finally met Kim. I got into a ritual as the days progressed. I’d get up and force myself to poop so I could get Mom to change me right away. I discovered when doing this was already wet. I couldn’t remember the actual wetting. I shuddered to think about what Kim had told me about losing control. I was down to just over a week left before the retest when my parents came to me. Both looked somber, though my father’s attitude was darker. “Son, my cousin Bruce has died.” “Oh, no,” I said, though I really didn’t know Bruce that well. I knew he and Dad were close since they were kids. “What happened?” “Cancer. Pretty fast,” my mother explained. “The funeral’s this weekend and your father and I are going. We’re leaving Thursday evening.” She paused. “We don’t think it’s a good idea for you to miss any school over this.” Were they talking about leaving me home alone? My mother seemed to sense my confusion. “I’ve made arrangements with Kim’s parents that you stay at their house for the weekend. That seemed best as Kim’s mother is familiar with the diaper situation.” Her stress on situation clued me in that this whole toilet training fiasco was hard on her besides it being hard on me. “OK, that will work,” I said. I ran into Kim at school and told her I was spending the weekend. “I know,” she said. “Mom told me this morning.” We made plans. I would walk home with her on Friday. Mom had already said she’d drop off my stuff before they left town. “Maybe we can study together,” I said. “We’re not in any of the same classes,” she said, confused. “I’m talking about the toilet training exam,” I said. “Oh, I guess we can do that. I don’t know when Mom is going to let me take that.” “When is your probation up?” “Next week.” “Then you and I can do it together,” I said, cheerfully. “Well,” she started, and then trailed off. “Well, what?” I asked. “She’s made comments about keeping me untrained.” “Why would she do that? My mom can’t wait to get me out of diapers.” “She thinks it’s helping my behavior.” There was an awkward pause, as I did not know what to say. Then she added, “But, I guess it doesn’t hurt to be ready to take it if she does.” That Friday, I followed her home. Her mother met us at the door and led us off for the required diaper changes. She asked what we were going to do that evening and I mentioned studying for the exam. She seemed to approve of the idea. Maybe she was planning to let Kim take the test. For dinner, we had pizza and Cokes. “This is a treat,” Kim explained. “We don’t get either of these often.” We spent the rest of the evening studying. At bedtime, Kim’s mother came into the room and announced it was time for bedtime diaper changes. I watched Kim get up on the changing table. After her wet diaper was removed, something different was put on. It was a cloth diaper being pinned up. “This is what I wear to bed,” Kim explained. “Cloth is really much better for your skin,” her mother explained. “It is however unwieldy for school.” Her mom slid a pair of plastic pants up over that. Kim got down off the table and went over to her bed and plucked pajamas out from under her pillow. I was up on the table next. After removing my diaper, Kim’s mom asked if I wanted wanted to try a cloth diaper as well. “Sure,” I said. She pinned one on me and followed it with the plastic pants. I went over to my bag and got out my pajamas. I struggled to get the bottoms up over the diaper and I couldn’t. “See,” her mom laughed, “Unwieldy. You can just wear your pajama top and forget the bottoms. Babies go around like that all the time.” I bristled at the idea of being equated to a baby, but I was wearing and using a diaper. I threw the bottoms back in my bag and pulled on the tops. Kim’s mom left the room and Kim giggled. “You look cute like that,” she said. I blushed and then looked at her. She was wearing a one-piece outfit that even had feet attached like a little kid. “You do, too.” “You want the top or bottom?” she asked. I was a bit confused. Then she pointed to the bunk beds. “Top or bottom?” “Oh, top, I guess.” I went to climb up to the upper bunk when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and Kim leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. “Good night,” and turned to pull down the covers on her bed. Smiling, I started up the ladder.

they feel good! i can pee whenever and wherever! no getting up to use the bathroom! the change they do from light, dry, soft and warm, to heavy, wet and squishy! i've said it before, it's almost magical...

@and4420 I got a tip from @boyhood on how to roll over the ends: insert a screw with a large enough diameter in to the tube so it takes the material with it and rolls it over. Then turn the screw to remove it without pulling the rolled end out again. Repeat if necessary. This is almost foolproof and takes no more than 1 minute per side for me.