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Chapter 33: Relocating Witch in Training - by LittleFallenPrincess I paced around the entrance way, worrying about Noelle. “She’ll be back. She just need time to think...” Lily said, sat in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea and keeping me company. Ashe was left to nap in the guest bedroom upstairs. “But...” “You put the wards back up, even stronger this time. She’s safe as long as she doesn’t leave the village. And you know she won’t leave, she understands what the council will do to her if they catch her.” “I know, but I’m still worried! I don’t want her to fear me! I don’t want her to leave or anything!” “And she won’t. She just needs a bit of time. I’m sure she’ll be back in no...” There was a knock at the door. “Hello dearie...” “Mrs Timpson, what can I help you with? Is everything okay?” I asked. “I caught this wee little thing wandering about and I figured I’d return her. She needs a change...” Next to her stood my blushing babygirl, wrapped up in a thick, dark blanket. “ELLIE!” I yelled, rushing over and giving her the biggest hug I could muster. “H....hi...” she said nervously. “I was so worried!” I kissed her forehead. She didn’t try to pull back, she didn’t retract... maybe things would be okay... I backed up into the house, nervous about Mrs Timpson’s reaction to Ellie’s attire. “Thank you Mrs Timpson. I’m sorry for...” “Oh shush. I’ve known for a while now. Whatever you get up to in your own home is your own business. I’m just glad you’ve found someone.” She smiled. “Thank you.” I said as Mrs Timpson turned around and left. I pulled Noelle into the house and shut the front door. “Babygirl! Are you okay? Are you cold? Hungry? Thirsty? Do you need space? Do you need time?” “I... I need to give you a hug.” She said, dropping the blanket onto the floor and rushing over, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face into my chest. “Well... I’m not going to complain.” I laughed, squeezing her tightly. “I’m sorry.” She said, muffled by my chest. “For what poppet?” “For not thinking about how hurt you are feeling right now. I understand. I understand everything. And thank you for being honest with me.” “Oh sweetie. I promise I will always tell you the truth. And I’ll keep no more secrets, okay?” “Thank you Mummy.” She nuzzled into my chest even more and I patted her padded little bum... which was very, very soggy at this point. “I think someone needs a change first. Then we need to discuss a bunch of things that can’t wait any longer.” Noelle nodded and I took her by the hand to the nursery upstairs. Noelle stood there in the middle of the nursery and looked at me with her sad, but beautiful eyes. “It’s a shame we didn’t get to finish the playdate.” She said. “Well you’re still my baby... and I think you’ve been through a lot. Now baby... you’ve not been potty in a while... so I’m sorry, but this needs to happen before I can change you.” “Huh?” she looked at me with her adorable little confused face. I waved my hand and she felt a cramping in her stomach. Falling to her knees, she bent over and clutched her tummy. A little toot came out of her nappy. “Buh... Mummy!” “Shhhhh. We’ve got a lot of work to do once I’ve changed you. So we can’t stop for changes. I’m sorry babygirl, I would have liked to have played with this spell a bit first, have some fun, but we can’t afford nappy changes whilst we’re busy, sorry.” She blushed as she helplessly filled the back of her nappy, the smell emanating from her backside and filling the nursery. “Peeeyew! Come on stinky... let’s get you changed...” I said as I picked her up off the floor and rested her on the changing table. I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, it was probably a stupid idea, maybe I was making things worse... but I wanted her to feel a bit little after everything that had just happened. First the memories, then Isabella and Jinx... all the secrets I was keeping from her... and now... we’d have a lot of stress and worry. So I’m sorry, but I wanted her to feel little just for five minutes before we got back into it all. Maybe I was being selfish. Maybe I was using this as punishment for her running off... But the thing is... it worked. If she had safeworded, if she had genuinely not wanted this, I would have stopped. But... I think she needed this distraction. I think we both did. Getting to work changing her messy nappy, I saw her slipping deeper and deeper into littlespace. I hated that this was such a rushed and forced thing, but I felt she desperately needed it. Otherwise her little head would start rushing off, getting anxious, and panicking. This was better for her. I hoped. “Right. What do we need to talk about?” Lily asked as I carried Noelle down the stairs on my hip. I had changed Noelle into a clean nappy and some dungarees and a t-shirt, with a pink dummy that matched her top. “Moving everyone here.” I said. “Huh?” “Friends. Family. Allies. We need to move them here. They’re vulnerable in the city. You especially, you and Ashe can’t go home now.” “But what about our stuff?” Lily asked. “We’ll cast a spell to move everything over. For everyone.” “So how many are we talking about? Where are we going to live?” “There’s plenty of space on the other side of the hill. With enough Witches, we could build a few more houses to match the town’s aesthetic. And transport everyone’s things in. Create a path leading to the village. That way everyone is safe inside the barrier.” “Yeah but how many?” “You and Ashe. Stella, Willow and Alex, Noelle’s friends. Maybe their family if they’ve got them? So minimum two houses, maximum... five? If her friends share a house of course.” “That seems doable with the three of us and Noelle’s friends helping. Even better if their parents are Witches too.” “We need to protect everyone. Villagers, our friends, anyone the Council will attack to get back at us.” “I hate moving from the city, but it seems like the only option. We can’t hide out here forever though...” “I know. But it’ll buy us time to come up with a plan.” Noelle took her dummy out of her mouth. “Alex and Willow have parents, they’ll need moving. Stella doesn’t, but I don’t think it’s going to be easy to convince her to come...” she said. “We’ll deal with that when we get to it sweetpea. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to them. Or you. Or anyone.” She popped her dummy back in and nuzzled into me. Once we had set out a plan, marked where the new houses would be constructed, and after I had changed Noelle back into some adult clothes (although I couldn’t resist putting her in a pullup...), we got to work. Ashe stayed at the house to keep track of everything and coordinate from there. As the only non-magic user of the group, we couldn’t afford to have him around in case the council attempted anything. I opened a portal to Noelle’s old place and I stepped through, followed by Noelle and then Lily. As we appeared on the other side, her roommates looked at us, confused as to why we just dropped into their living room this late in the evening. “Umm...” Alex tried to speak up but Noelle took charge of the situation quickly, silencing him. “Shut up all of you. You’re coming with us. Teleport everything you own to Rose’s house.” “Ummm... why?” Stella asked. “Because the Council will kill you if you stay here much longer...” “Council? Why? We didn’t do anything.” Noelle was right, Stella may be difficult to convince. “No time to explain. Grab your things. Move. Then we need to do the same to your parents.” Noelle was suddenly taking charge, which was a bit of a shock after her being a clingy little baby only minutes ago... “Parents?” Willow asked, concerned. “Anyone connected to us, and then anyone connected to them, are in great danger. The Council... they murdered my parents.” I quickly ran over to Noelle and wrapped my arms around her from behind. “What she’s saying is that they just tried to kill me and kidnap her. We need to move...” I was about to use my power to make them do as I say but I looked down at Noelle and I didn’t want to give in to the temptation of that power. It was a slippery slope, and I had to be careful. Alex and Willow nodded their heads and got to teleporting all their stuff. Stella stayed behind, looking at us with her arms crossed. “Noelle... I know you can be a bit... you know... but... this is crazy.” Then Noelle did something I was not expecting. She ran over to Stella and grabbed her head. I quickly realised what she was doing. She was showing her the memories of tonight. Her thoughts, her vision, her feelings... Stella’s mind was flooded with everything that had happened and she quickly fell back onto her backside and looked shocked. “I... I can’t believe it!” Stella sat there on the ground, her mouth wide open in shock. “Baby... you do realise you just shared... everything with her?” I whispered to Noelle. “I don’t care. She can be weirded out AFTER we save her life.” That’s the thing, when she shared the events of this evening, she also shared the memories of her dressed up like a baby, of messing her nappy, of being changed... so now the secret was out to two of her friends. But she was right, now was not the time for dealing with that, we needed Stella out of here and that seemed like the best possible option. Honestly, I was proud of her quick thinking. It wasn’t long before Noelle’s friends had packed up everything and teleported everything over to the village. The place now looked empty and bare. “We need to get your families next. They are also potential targets.” All of a sudden, someone slammed on the front door. “COUNCIL SECURITY. OPEN UP.” A gruff voice shouted through the door. “Quick! Get out of here!” I quickly conjured a portal and we all jumped through before the front door was blown open. “That... that was close.” Noelle said, trying to catch her breath. “Right... Lily, you go with Willow, help her family. Noelle, you help Alex’s. Stella, I need your help here. We have some houses to set up..." It took less time than I thought it would take to get everyone moved over to the village. Stella and I got to work conjuring some basic houses to match the village’s aesthetic. I have to say, she may not be close to Noelle’s power, but she was a talented Witch nonetheless. Piles of furniture and belongings materialised in a small area of the new housing area, all into neat little stacks indicating which belonged to whom. Whilst we were working, Stella turned to me with a question she clearly couldn’t let go of. “So... Rose?” “Yeah?” I said as I finished the foundations of the next house. The concrete hardened in seconds as I waved my hand. “I saw Noelle... I... I saw the...” “You saw the baby stuff?” I smiled at her. “Yeah... I mean... what is that?” she sounded so nervous, so timid. Very different to the Stella I knew before. “It’s just a thing between Noelle and I. She’s my baby, and I’m her Mummy. You got her memories... you should understand all this.” “I know, I do... but I’m still confused...” “Why?” “I don’t know if it’s the transfer of memories... but... she seemed happy? Like happier than I’ve ever seen her...” “I’m glad. But what’s your point sweetie?” If what I thought was happening was true, I had to choose my words carefully. “I... maybe... maybe when this is all over... I’d... maybe... umm... like to try it?” “And you’re worried the memories are causing you to like it?” “Yeah... how did you...?” “That isn’t a thing sweetie. It’s just like watching a movie. Sure, you can get sucked into it in the moment, feel what they’re feeling... but any feelings you feel afterwards are your own. If you want, I can set up a little playdate with her when everything has gone back to normal?” Stella started blushing and she quickly got back into her work, trying to avoid eye contact. ‘Another one eh? There’s more of them than I would have guessed!’ I thought to myself, smiling. It didn’t take long before everyone returned, along with their families. Alex and his family took over creating their house. They had decided to live together. Willow and her family took over creating their house. Willow too wanted to stay with her family during this trying time. Lily and Ashe worked on the finishing touches of theirs. Apparently Lily didn’t want to bring her parents, as they had disowned her years before when she started dating Ashe. Stella felt a bit left out, she had no family to stay with and didn’t want to live on her own. Thankfully Lily offered to take her in. And when I told Lily about the conversation I had with Stella earlier... her eyebrows raised and her eyes widened. “So... another little baby in my house... oh boy... I’m going to have my hands full!” Lily joked. “Just take it slow with her. She’s a bit of a brat and it may take a while for her to fully accept that side of her.” “Will do Boss!” Lily said, making us both laugh. And with the moon illuminating the village and surrounding forest... we were done. A little cul-de-sac on the other side of the hill was created for all our friends. The barrier was stronger than ever, so there was no way they’d get through. We weren’t sure how long we’d have to live like this. 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I was so, so stupid. I can't believe I managed to put myself in such a dangerous situation. I was moments from being taken and forcefully adopted. I must've had a guardian angel watching over me though because I was was saved... at least temporarily. When I finally woke up I found that things had taken a turn for the surreal. --- 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. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY-FOUR 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 --- “Put her down!” The voice penetrated the darkness. It was familiar but my exhausted and inebriated mind couldn’t place it. I was vertical and I could feel a weight on my back, I thought that I was being carried though opening my eyes to see that didn’t seem like an option. I felt so weak. “How dare you call the feds! Do you have no conscience!?” The familiar voice seemed more focused now. I must have heard it a lot and despite not knowing who it was I could feel excitement and happiness welling up within me. I tried to open my eyes but it was difficult, I quickly scrunched them closed. “And you were just going to take her? She’s an adult! Not some lost child you can stick in care and forget about!” I realised the voice was Ashley! My heart leapt as I realised I was saved despite everything I had been through. I finally got my eyes to open a little and although everything was blurry I could see the figure of Ashley and another Amazon behind her. Ashley loomed larger and clearer in my field of view and I felt her grabbing me. “You made her wet herself?” Ashley’s voice was full of disgust. Wet herself? For the first time I paid attention to what I was wearing and realised I wasn’t naked. The diaper between my legs was warm and seemed to have swelled up. I belatedly realised I had indeed wet myself, no doubt all that alcohol was doing a number on my bladder. “She did that all on her own.” I recognised Alice’s voice and felt my skin crawl, “Honestly you should just let these men take her. You don’t need to saddle yourself with useless weight.” I felt the world spin again and tightly closed my eyes. I was clearly still on the verge of passing out, I just wanted to be out of this place and back somewhere safe. When I finally felt able to open my eyes I saw that Ashley was carrying me out of the house and back towards the beach. The other Amazon with Ashley was following and carrying my things. “Can you believe those guys?” The Amazon holding my things had the very distinctive voice of Laura. I shuddered in Ashley’s arms. “Those guys!?” Ashley stopped walking once we were all a safe distance from the beach house, “What about you?” “Me?” Laura replied in confusion. I felt a sudden shift as I was placed on the ground. I fell sideways and laid in the sand looking up at the two Amazons who had rescued me. I felt so tired, it was a miracle my eyes were still open. “Yes!” Ashley turned and stepped towards Laura she stopped an inch away from her, “What were you thinking? Getting Littles drunk like this!” I closed my eyes. I just felt so tired and out of it, I wasn’t even sure if what I was seeing was real. Maybe the stress in the house had sent me crazy and I was still on the bed being diapered. I shuddered as I wondered if all of this was just a dream. That would be too cruel. “I didn’t get her drunk!” Laura yelled, “She did that. I didn’t make her come to the party either, she chose to do that. If you say Littles are capable of living as adults with equal rights then maybe you should let them face the consequences of their actions!” I drifted off before I could hear Ashley respond. I just couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore and I fell into a deep sleep whilst laying in the sand on the beach in my diaper. --- The first thing I felt as I came back to reality was confusion. The second thing was pain as it felt like a pneumatic drill was boring it’s way into my head. I couldn’t bear to open my eyes. Even with my eyes closed I could tell I wasn’t on the beach or in a bed. It felt like there was a soft carpet underneath me and a blanket over the top. I felt terror as I realised I was still wearing a diaper and beyond that someone had dressed me. I could feel what I first thought was a t-shirt and some shorts until I realised the two things were connected together. It was a romper suit that I had previously seen babies and regressed Littles wearing. I felt a shiver roll down my spine and now keeping my eyes closed was not just a protection against the pain in my head but also a shield against the reality I suddenly feared. I could hear movement around me and realised that wherever I was I wasn’t alone. I could hear shuffling footsteps and crinkling diapers. It was hard to focus on anything with the hangover I was experiencing but eventually I forced myself to open my eyes and confront the situation I was in. The light was initially blinding but as my eyes adjusted I could tell that I was in an unfamiliar room. I was indeed on the floor and lying on my side, I could see three other Littles around me, all were clearly diapered and dressed like babies. I had to suppress my first instinct to scream loudly. Around the four of us was a large fenced in area. Big metal bars that towered over the Littles surrounded them and whilst there was a gate nearby it looked to be clearly locked. I shuddered as I saw toys spread all over the pen whilst outside was an almost perfect nursery. There were four cribs, a changing table, drawers and everything was in sickening pink colours. “I’m in Hell.” I muttered so quietly no one else could hear me, “I’m going to be adopted.” My eyes hadn’t fully adjusted and apart from seeing three Littles in diapers I had no idea who they were. I couldn’t see Ashley or Laura anywhere and I wondered if they had abandoned me to my fate. I was trembling now and with every small movement the diaper around me was emphasised, each tiny muscle spasm brushed the plastic against my inner thigh. “Oh, she’s awake!” One of the Littles looked over and had seen that I had opened my eyes. I saw the Littles coming closer and gasped when I recognised them. “Clarissa? Kelly?” My tired mind was left even more confused at seeing these two here. “Yep, it’s us… unfortunately.” Clarissa replied with a sigh. The last time I had seen Clarissa and Kelly they had been fighting after an argument about where to go on vacation. They had been taken away and the rumours had always been that they had been put in the House Mother’s secret nursery but surely that couldn’t be true. I was away from college, I was at the resort. “How did they get you?” I asked with wide eyes as I looked around. “Get us?” Kelly asked. “The Department of Morality. This must be one of those adoption centres, right?” I was babbling from the fright of my situation, “Listen, we need to get out and find Ashley… Why are you looking at me like that?” “This isn’t an adoption centre.” The third Little wandered over. I recognised her as being the Little who had fell into that that public “accident” when the vote was announced. It felt like an age ago. “But… I was at the resort and…” I was so confused. It felt like the room was spinning and I couldn’t be sure if that was because of my confusion or if I was still drunk. “She’s really been out of it, Jane.” Kelly said. I finally learned the girl’s name. “Yeah, no shit.” Jane replied with a quick chuckle. She turned to me, “Well, the good news is this isn’t an adoption centre. The bad news is that it isn’t much better, at least in the short term.” “Could someone please just explain to me what is going on and why am I wearing… this stuff?” I asked. I tried not to show my embarrassment but my cheeks flushed red all the same. “You’re back at college.” Jane answered, “Remember all that talk about a secret nursery? Turns out it wasn’t just talk.” “I’m… I’m not going to be adopted?” I asked feeling a wave of relief washing over me despite my position. “You’re safe here.” Kelly gave a quick smile which quickly disappeared from her face. I laid back down for a minute as my head throbbed. I put my hand up and winced, it was hard to tell where the hangover ended and the stress of everything that had happened began. I felt so dehydrated and sick, it must’ve shown to the other girls who quickly gathered something for me. “Drink this.” Clarissa said as she placed something next to my arm. I couldn’t see what it was but could feel it was quite cool. My hand groped around before finally picking up what I had been handed. I picked it up and started carefully moving it to my mouth like a cup, I was taken by surprise when instead of the edge of a mug I felt the latex teat of a bottle brush my lips. My eyes sprung open and I dropped the bottle as if it was contaminated. “What is that!?” I exclaimed as I looked around at the other Littles. “A drink.” Jane stated, “Look, it’s the only choice you have so drink it. It’s just some milk.” “I… I can’t.” I muttered. After spending so many years stubbornly rejecting anything that might be seem infantile I had been thrust right into the middle of it all. I could rationalise everything around me because I hadn’t made the choice to be here but if I drank from that bottle it would be because I chose to. My head throbbed and I was unquestionably thirsty but I couldn’t force myself to drink like a baby. “You need to drink.” Kelly knelt down next to me whilst gripping her own bottle, “It’s not so bad. Watch.” I looked up as Kelly put the bottle to her lips. She sucked and I saw milk fill the teat as she drank it down. She smiled and pulled the bottle out whilst giving me the thumbs up. I looked back at my bottle, I was just so damn thirsty. I tentatively reached for it and held it up in front of my face. I gulped and with eyes tightly closed I turned the drinking vessel upside down. When I felt the sweet milk hit my tongue it broke all resistance and I started sucking down the milk as fast as I could. “See.” Kelly said, “It’s not so bad.” I didn’t stop drinking until the bottle was empty and I dropped it down next to me. I could instantly feel my headache starting to recede a little bit. After a few seconds I finally sat up and pulled the covers off of myself. It was the first time I had seen what I was wearing over my diaper. I was right that it was a romper just like the other Littles were wearing and, just like the room, it was a pastel pink. The sorority logo was stitched on to the middle of the chest. The sound of footsteps approached the only door which then opened quite suddenly. I had been expecting to see Carole, our House Mother, but instead it was an Amazon sister. Donna walked in with a big smile on her pretty face. I had last seen Donna at the party where everything went wrong. As I watched her approaching the playpen I wondered if her plan had always been to get a Little in trouble like this. “Ah, sleeping beauty is awake. That’s good.” Donna said, “You’ve caused us quite some trouble.” “Really?” I bit my lip, “I don’t really remember much after Ashley rescued me.” “Well let’s just say you have some pretty pissed off sisters.” Donna chuckled, “Ashley and Laura brought you back to the resort. You were absolutely out of it so a doctor was called but you weren’t in any danger, he said just to keep an eye on you.” “I was drunk at the bar but that psycho in the beach house forced me to drink more!” I protested, “It wasn’t all my fault.” “Ashley called Carole and explained what had happened. Our dear House Mother was understandably livid.” Donna continued, “Technically none of the sisters were supposed to be getting drunk, certainly not to the extent that happened with you. She told Ashley to arrange to come back right away. It was the middle of the night but a coach was found and you were all brought back.” “I slept through all of this?” I asked. I was barely able to believe what I was hearing. “I carried you. You were out like a light.” Donna smiled, “Like I said people are pissed that the vacation was cut short, Amazons and Littles alike. They were all brought back because you got black out drunk.” “I’m sorry…” I muttered feeling shame fill me up. I had found it hard to make friends as it was, it would be nearly impossible after this. “Well, Carole met us out front when the coach stopped and as soon as you appeared she took you and brought you in here.” Donna finished. As I looked down and wondered if I could ever make this all up to everyone Donna opened the gate to the playpen and stepped inside. I looked up just in time to see her reach out, she grabbed hold of me and slipped a hand up one of the legs of my romper to check my diaper. I tried to pull away and protest but her grip was far too strong. “Still dry?” Donna seemed surprised, “Well I guess Ashley was in here to change you whilst you were still asleep.” “You’re not supposed to do that!” I looked up angrily when I was finally released, “You aren’t allowed to check a Butterfly!” “Ooh, I take it your little friends haven’t shown you the little surprise?” Donna chuckled, “Come on girls, turn around.” I looked around in confusion. Jane, Kelly and Clarissa all sighed almost as one before turning around. For the first time I saw the backs of their rompers. I frowned in confusion, the rompers were decorated on the backs with a large white oval that had a small crack coming down from the top of it. They looked just like… “Eggs?” I asked, “I don’t understand.” “The sorority has a tier lower than caterpillar for you Littles.” Donna explained, “One that is kept quiet just like the nursery you’re sitting in. We put Littles who have badly broken the rules in the “Egg” group. The lowest it goes. Full-time diapers and baby treatment, it’s probably meant to show you what happens when you break the rules, I don’t know.” I felt crushed. All my efforts to move up the ranks and gain some independence had been ripped away from me after one stupid mistake. I reached around behind me and felt the same egg shape on my back as the other Littles, it felt like a prison uniform. “Anyway, you guys are checked, I’m going back out to the common room.” Donna said as she turned away, “Be good and remember we’re always watching!”

I am glad this is what you wanted. 10 years ago I had a sudden Stroke at a very young age. It left me incontinent of both bowel and bladder and also several other things as well. Although the doctors and Neurologists said there were possibilities of things returning to normal they never did. At first, I have to say I was devastated that I had to live the rest of my life in diapers and also have a permanent caregiver with me as well. As time went on and as you stated, I learned to live with it as it was out of my control. I was in diapers and that was my life. I also had to rely on the help of a caregiver or I was not going to survive. So here I am today. I am lucky enough to have been able to hire a long time college friend who is a CNA as my live in caregiver. She is amazing. 3 years ago when I read up on the Adult Baby lifestyle, I thought to myself I am already living a lot like this. I am in diapers, getting changed by a caregiver, and a lot of the other things that are part of that lifestyle. So I thought why not have some fun with my medical condition so I asked her if she would be ok with that. We added things slowly and now it is where it currently is and I am enjoying my life a lot.

Who has fur babies at home? I have 3 cats, a dog and a bunny. 3 Cats is too many, lol, but we had a baby kitty find us, crying in the rain from behind our trash cans, and we couldn't leave her out there.

I'm glad you think I'm adorable! @Apache Raccoon *BIG HUGS!*?❤️??❤️?? It means a lot to me!!!!!!

Bath time was wonderful. Now I am all clean with a clean diaper and my pajamas on and now it is time for night night time.

Thank you, yes she is a wonderful caregiver and also a long time college friend. When I brought this all up to her 3 years ago we talked about it and since most of the things were all ready being done like she all ready did my diaper changes, helped me into bed and my clothing, bath time. She cooked and prepared cut my food for me. Took me everywhere and pushed me in my chair on walks. There was a lot already in place. We just slowly added more into my lifestyle to make it more baby/toddler like and now it is like it is. I do have fun with it and I also believe she has fun with it as well.

I'm spoiling you guys again with another pair of chapters again this week. Don't get too used to it though! Inspiration struck me and I just so happened to have gotten into a writing frenzy, completing two chapters in a day. I don't know what my schedule really will be and if I'll can even promise a new chapter every week. I'll try and stick to it but I'm not making any promises. Without further ado, Chapters Three and Four are coming. I hope you enjoy~ ---- Chapter Three I stood in place, stiff as a board as I suddenly gained my bearings of where I was and what just happened to me. I was just in a room meeting Minnie Mouse. Something happened, things got foggy. Foggy...I kept getting pat on my butt which felt divine...My butt! Gasping as I looked down, I only now finally noticed that what just happened to me ACTUALLY happened! I got changed into this toddler’s dress! And oh my god, this diaper is actually on me. This diaper is on me...and I’m in the middle of a theme park...I’m wearing a super short dress and a thick diaper in the middle of a theme park! Panic started to overtake me as I scrambled to find something to hide behind, finally spotting a trash can and ducking behind it. Sure it was on the other side of a pillar, sure it wasn’t the best of hiding spots, but it sure was something. Where was I? Right, Town Hall! Okay, there’s a...a...private room where I can take care of stuff like washing my hands across the median on the other side! I’ll just go in there, run into a stall, and sort this all out! As sneakily as I could, I started trying to make my way across the crowded block of Main Street towards that room. Hiding behind garbage can after garbage can, I tried to run as fast as I could to the other side. All the while, I could hear the diaper crinkling loudly around my waist and a couple people talking behind me. They must be talking about me! About how ridiculous I looked! Like some overgrown toddler running around the park! Finally making it to the other side after some crafty sprinting and hiding behind garbage cans, I stood in front of the arch leading to...leading to...what was this room again? I saw a sign up front that said...it said…’Ticnocke’? ‘Rosreidh’? What did that say? It dawned on me as I looked at the sign, I couldn’t read it properly anymore. I knew it was a place where people...people...use...that big white chair thing! And they have a whole lot of sinks! Oh no. I know what that white chair is supposed to be, but it’s name keeps sending nerve wracking shivers down my spine. I can’t even really think of what it is. Figuring it was better to head in there than it would be otherwise, I tried taking a step towards the door of this special room. As I did, I felt my knees get weak and start to give out. Slowly, my body started stumbling on it’s own until I finally couldn’t hold my own weight and I ended up on my puffy bottom, right in front of the door. I looked down at myself, sitting on the floor of the park as I felt a little twinge in my middle. It didn’t hurt but before my mind could put together that I needed to suddenly pee and very badly at that, it all started just dribbling out of me and into the diaper. I should’ve screamed or shouted, covering my diaper and pulling down on my dress to hide the fact that I was currently having an accident. But try as I might, my hands wouldn’t move. Instead, I could feel the diaper warm between my legs and squish a little as I sat on the floor, and it felt heavenly. The soggy bulk, the warmth pressed against me, this felt right. Like this was how I should be at all times. As my hand reached down to press the diaper against me, a small, high pitched giggle escaped me in place of a moan like a proper toddler. “Are you alright deary?” An older woman came over, offering me her hand to help me to my feet. For someone who looked to be in her 70’s, she sure was strong. “You fell on the floor just now. Need some help?” Using the woman’s hand, I stood up in place and blushed as I was broken out of my pleasurable reverie. That was odd. Delightful. Heavenly. But very strange indeed. Before I could think too much, the woman started patting me down to try and clean me of any dirt from the floor. “You’ve gotta be more careful when you’re in front of the bathroom, hun. The floor is slippery here and your clothes can get dirty really easily. You don’t want to ruin this outfit you got on, do you?” The bathroom! That’s what this place was called! The b...b...whatever. Unimportant. My thoughts were scrambling, grasping at straws while I tried to think of a response. Before long, the true question dawned on me and I jumped back. “C-can you see what I’m wearing, lady?!” The older woman looked to me quizzically, like she was trying to figure me out. She couldn’t have been a cast member, at least I was guessing by her ‘Jackson Family Vacation’ t-shirt. “I see you’re wearin’ one of those Minnie headbands I’ve seen all over the place. Outside of that, nothin’ too out of the ordinary.” She rummaged in her bag for a second, pulling out a small, round hand mirror and handed it to me. “You look fine to me.” I used the mirror to look myself over from every angle, utterly confused by the results. Looking down at myself, I saw that I was still dressed in the outfit that Minnie had put me in. But in the mirror, I was wearing the shorts and blouse combo I had started my day in. The only thing out of place was my hair in twintails and the headband was still on me. This image in the mirror must be what she sees me to be wearing. A wave of relief washed over me as I handed back the mirror and thanked the woman, heading over to a bench near the flagpole and taking a seat with a squish. I felt those tingly shivers again as I sat and my warm diaper pressed against me. Something has to be going on with this headband. Thinking back, everything started when Minnie put this thing on me. And with it being seen in both the mirror’s reflection and when I looked in the mirror by that camera in the room with Minnie, that had to be the key. Reaching up, I tried to tug at the headband to take it off. As soon as I tried to touch the ears of the band, a bolt of electricity shot through my whole arm and I pulled back. The pain left as quickly as it had come but trying again with my other arm yielded the same results. This thing was not coming off. I tried the same with the dress, uncaring that I was in the middle of a crowded theme park. But try as I might, the dress was seemingly sealed onto my body. Reaching down to try and untape the diaper ended up with my fingers slipping right over where the edges of the tapes would even be. Whatever it was that was keeping this headband on my head was sure to be behind what was keeping these clothes attached to my body. And thankfully, as embarrassing as it was for me to be wearing such a revealing outfit in the middle of a crowd, at least no one could see what I was really wearing, only what my headband wanted them to see. Getting up slowly, I started making my way back towards Town Hall. Minnie had to be behind whatever was going on and she should be back for more meet-and-greets before too long. However, as I waddled my way over to where I was earlier this morning, I stopped dead in my tracks as I looked up to the signs over the building. All of the banners saying you could meet Minnie Mouse were gone, replaced with the normal signs announcing the opportunity to meet Mickey instead. I sighed, of course it wouldn’t be easy. I needed to come up with a plan to get down to the bottom of this, get out of this outfit and get my old clothes back. “Hey, you new here?” I felt a little poke at my shoulder, looking back. “No but, hey did you see a sign here a second ago that said you could meet...Minnie…?” I felt the words leave me as I looked to the source of the poke. It was a boy about my age though a little taller than me and with short, red hair but his form of dress was completely outlandish. This boy was wearing what I thought at first was a blue shirt and shorts but upon closer look, he was wearing a blue snap-crotch onesie with a bulk around his waist I could only assume was a diaper. What’s more, the onesie had a hood which he had up with blue ears and antennae sticking out of it along with a pair of fuzzy blue slippers and a pacifier on a patterned ribbon clipped to his outfit. It dawned on me before long that this boy was dressed as the character Stitch, though as a rather infantile version of the character. Just like me, he seemed to be a giant baby cosplaying in the park. A smile spread across his face as he took my hands in both of his. “Oh gosh another friend for the park! Are you supposed to be Auntie Minnie’s daughter? I love your outfit, it’s so cute! My name’s Tyler, what’s yours?” His questions were said at such a rapid pace I could barely keep up. Auntie Minnie? A friend for the park? He could see my dress? That part at least made some semblance of sense, seeing as he was dressed like a baby as much as I was. “I’m...I’m Amelia.” My own name sounded foreign in my mouth as I said it. Minnie had called me Amy earlier. Amy sounded much more like that should be my name. Amelia sounded like that couldn’t be me. “You can call me Amy if you want to. That’s what Minnie called me.” Tyler looked me over with a smile. He seemed friendly enough, if not a little too chipper and energetic. “Oooh your mommy lets you call her by her name? That’s surprising. Daddy says to always call him ‘Daddy’. You must be lucky. Did you just arrive here today?” “Um yeah, sure. What do you mean by ‘arrive here today’? I’ve been coming to this park for ages. I live a few minutes away.” Tyler kept hold of one of my hands with his, ushering me along towards the stairs leading to the train station. I could’ve resisted, but something told me to follow along for now. He was sure to give me some info I needed. “I forget that new kids never know what’s going on.” Tyler tried to sound matter-of-factly as he spoke. “Of course you live a few minutes away. All of us CBs live here in the park with our parents. Where else would we go?” Chapter Four I tried to wrap my head around what Tyler just said. “Um, Tyler. What do you mean by CBs? And what do you mean we live in the park?” Tyler blinked, clearly confused that I wasn’t in the know with what was going on. “CBs? Character Babies? It’s what all the employees call the kids who wander the park and belong to our parents that are working.” Tyler smiled as he spoke, seeming proud of his status as the baby of a character. “There’s a whole bunch of us! Me, Russel, Kayley, Julie, Danny, Molly. And you too I guess. We’re all about the same age I think? Last person that had a birthday was Abby and her mommy said she was turning two this year so we must not be far off.” “Me? What do you mean? I’m not a baby. And neither are you for that matter, you’re taller than I am! We’re adults, Tyler!” Tyler looked to me with shock. Clearly appalled that I would even consider us as anything other than infants. “I’m not an adult! If I were an adult, I’d be working in the park like Daddy and the others do. Nuh-uh, no way. I like being a CB. We get to ride all the stuff we want for the most part. And all the employees are super nice to us. Plus, we can get whatever food we want whenever!” He nodded and smiled, looking proud of his status. It was sickening. “Plus, if I were an adult like you say I am, I’d have to go into that scary room with the white seats. Ick, no thanks! I’ll take my diapers and onesie, thank you very much. It’s much more comfy and I get rewarded with tingles whenever I’m good and use them.” Almost as if to prove how proud he was, Tyler tugged at the front of his onesie, causing it to pop open and let his diaper sag a little. I could see that he was wearing a diaper similar to mine though instead of a pattern of bows and ribbons, his diaper had blue paw prints going from front to back and instead of Minnie on the front panel like mine, Stitch was pictured. Judging from how much that his diaper sagged, I could tell he had used it quite a few times. I reeled back a little at the sight. If this was to be my fate if I stayed here, I wanted no part of it. As if to accentuate what Tyler was showing me, a smile crept upon his face as he sighed. I watched as his diaper started to grow again as my eyes went wide. Not only was this grown man wearing a baby’s outfit in the middle of a crowded park, he was also using his diaper as if he had no shame in the world. “T-tyler, what the heck are you doing?!” He didn’t talk for a moment, clearly lost in his own little world. After a bit, Tyler let go of his onesie to let the flaps dangle open, exposing his diaper to the world just like I was. “I told you good kids get the tingles when they use their diapers, right? Well, my body had to go and I like when I get tingles. It makes me feel extra good. Plus, it’s not like I can hold it when I gotta go any more, anyway. It just happens. That’s why I’m a CB.” Tyler looked way too satisfied for someone who was just peeing their pants in front of someone else. Never mind the fact that if the tingles he was talking about were the same ones I felt when I tried to get near that room and I had that accident, this...this...kid was getting off in his diapers. Gross. “Well I’m not a CB or a baby or whatever. I’m an adult and I don’t need any diapers or adults to look after me or anything. I’m only here to have Minnie change me back to my old stuff and get out of here.” I had completely forgotten why I came here in the first place. I was here today to...to...have fun, right? That’s why I was in the park. And I’d usually have more fun if I stayed to play around and ride stuff...that made sense. Though I really should be going. Tyler only shrugged in retort, his finger starting to poke at my padded bottom, making my diaper crinkle loudly. “Well for someone who’s such an adult, you sure are in a diaper like I am. And you sure are soggy like I am too. If you were an adult like you say you are, you wouldn’t even be in a dress like that. You’d be wearing those boring clothes that adults wear and you probably wouldn’t be able to see my super cool onesie that Daddy gave me.” I reeled back again as I felt his finger on my bottom, trying to swat at Tyler’s arm as he looked all smug. He was right in a way. I sure didn’t sound like I was much of an adult at the moment. “Now listen here you-” “Does there seem to be a problem here, kids?” A booming voice came out from over us and I gasped as I looked up to its source. A conductor from the Disney RailRoad was standing over us on the steps, eyeing us curiously. I tried to slink off down the stairs quietly but Tyler seemed to have other plans. “Heyas Arnold! How’s the train doin’?” Tyler seemed to perk up at the sudden appearance of this cast member. My body froze in place, somewhat eased at this man’s presence. He looked like what Theodore Roosevelt would if he were 6 feet tall and lanky, pince-nez and all. His smile didn’t reach far past the ends of his bushy mustache, giving him the impression of a wise grandpa that would be sitting in a recliner playing checkers with the children. Just the thought of it made me feel a sense of longing, like I wanted to be one of those grandchildren. Unconsciously, I started to tug down at my dress at this new man’s presence. By the logic of what I experienced with the lady earlier, he shouldn’t be able to see my outfit or my diaper. It was better to be safe than sorry I guess. Arnold took a seat on the steps as he looked over Tyler, barely at eye level with him. “Train’s doin fine, kiddo. How about you, what’re you up to today?” “I was just walkin’ around the park after I said goodbye to Daddy and I met a friend! She seems like she’s new ‘cause she didn’t know she was a CB.” I shot a glare to Tyler who seemed rather smug, playing the smarty pants for the wizened old man. Arnold looked me over studiously, beckoning me forward with a finger. “Come over here, little lady. Judging by your looks you must be Minnie’s kid, Amy. That right?” Arnold patted his lap like he was telling me to sit. While normally I wouldn’t partake in such an offer, he put me at such ease that I just took a seat as he directed me. His lap was high enough to leave my feet dangling. “That’s right- Hey wait a second. How did you know my name? Or that I’m Minnie’s daughter?” As soon as the phrase left my mouth, my eyes widened in shock. Minnie’s daughter? It felt so natural and right to say out loud yet foreign at the same time. Arnold just laughed and rubbed my back. “Well little lady, in my line of work, I’m supposed to know these kinds of things. I got to take care of all the kids in the park like you and Tyler, just like the rest of the cast. That means I need to know everyone’s names and what they look like. Speaking of taking care, how’s your diaper doing, princess?” “It’s fine I’m not...that…” If my cheeks could get any more crimson, I would be a candy apple. Not only did this man know that I was in a diaper, he could see that I was in one and knew that I was wearing one while in his lap. On top of that, I answered with an automatic response on the state of my diaper. What was happening to me?! As a way to break me out of my thoughts, I felt the back of my diaper being tugged open and a couple fingers sneak their way into the leg band of my diaper. Before I could even fight back, Arnold was checking my diaper without taking what I said into account. “Hmm. Certainly a little wet but no signs of a messy accident. This diaper should be fine for a little while longer.” He looked to me and the shocked expression on my face, chuckling as he helped me off his lap and gave me a few pats on my bottom. “Now now, no need to fuss. I’ve checked and changed more than enough CB diapers in my day. Your soggy bottom is nothing new to me, princess.” His voice sounded simultaneously reassuring and blase about the whole situation. I stepped back a little, tugging down on my dress. Tyler charged forward, bouncing in place in front of Arnold. “Me next, Arnold! Me next!” “Hmm...You don’t need a check, kiddo. I can tell you’re completely soaked. Lucky these tapes haven’t popped off yet. C’mon, take my hand. I’m still waiting for the train to come around the bend before I hop on. Should be more than enough time for a change.” Tyler nodded, holding Arnold’s hand as he stood up slowly with a grunt. Tyler was already bounding up the steps to the station as Arnold was looking back towards me. “I should have enough time to change you as well if you’d like, Amy. I’m sure your diaper stock should already be set up in the system. You should be okay for a little while if you don’t want to change yet though. That one that you’re in should last a couple more hours.” I stood in shock at the scene in front of me. One person, a complete baby in adult size on their way to get changed. The other, an older grandfather taking the adult to get their diaper changed like the baby they acted as. And now the offer to have the same done to me. It was too much and my emotions were on a roller coaster after what just transpired. “I-I’m leaving! I’m out of this place! You guys are crazy!” I started sprinting down the stairs, heading for the exit to the park. I didn’t know where I was going or what I was going to do to get all this stuff off of me but I wanted out. This had to be a weird dream and I needed to leave it. I could hear calls from Tyler and Arnold behind me though I couldn’t hear what they were exactly saying as my feet hit the pavement before the exit arch under the train station. The last thing I heard as I stepped foot through the gate was Tyler’s call of “Don’t do it!”. Then it happened. My foot stepped under the arch towards the exit and my body went rigid again. I tried to tell my limbs to move forward, one foot in front of the other. But my body wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, I felt my legs come parallel to each other and my knees start to bend in place. Unable to control myself, I felt my body hunching down as my tummy started to groan under my dress. There was a sudden fullness in my stomach like I had never felt before and I knew what was happening. Before I could even tell my body to stop, to not do what it was about to do, I lost all control. I felt my body push on it’s own as the back of my diaper started to fill with lump after lump after lump of warm, mushy poop. What was worse was not the fact that I had just pooped in a diaper. Nor was it the fact that I had lost control and done it. Or even the fact that I had just filled a diaper in front of everyone that was leaving and entering the park. No. The worst part was that it felt. So. GOOD. Before I could even process what had really happened, my legs gave out and I fell onto my very mushy tush. The sudden squish coating my entire nethers with my accident as a rush of emotions filled into me, along with the hardest rush of orgasmic pleasure I had ever felt in my life. It all became too much for me as I sat on the floor in my well used diaper and started to bawl my eyes out, like the baby I very much looked and smelled like. The last thing I saw as I closed my eyes and cried was Arnold’s face as he picked me up and cradled me in his arms.

Chapter 17: Revelation I pulled back suddenly, clambering backwards across the bed, looking at my best friend as the pieces fell into place. “That night... Evie... that was...?” I struggled to get full sentences out. “You finally figured it out, huh?” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “But... you? Why? How? What?” “I... I’m sorry Red.” She looked down at the bed. “Huh? But... why?” “I... right, just let me explain okay?” “Talk. Now!” I demanded. “I’ve known you since we were teens. We’ve been best friends. Do you think you could go that long without me finding out that you were a little?” “But how?” “You’re not as discreet as you think sweetie. I’ve seen the dummies lay about the place, I’ve heard the crinkle coming from you, and... I know you. Your personality is that of a little. It was obvious very early on.” “So why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t want to scare you off.” “Scare me off? Why?” “Because, silly, I love you!” I sat there, on my bed, frozen. I didn’t know what to say or how to react to this revelation. I mean sure, I had thought about her like that... a bit... ...Okay maybe quite a bit, but still... I was too scared to initiate things because I was scared she’d react badly. When all along, she knew. “Umm... I... I loved you too.” “I figured. Why didn’t you say anything?” “I was too scared you wouldn’t accept... this side of me.” I said, blushing. “Oh honey, I’ve been into this longer than you have!” she responded. “You have? How?” “I’m a couple of years older than you. I found the community way before you did. I was just too scared to join in, unlike you. But then again, it’s more difficult as a Mummy...” “You... you’re a Mummy?” My heart was racing. “Oh yes.” “And you don’t have a little?” I asked. “Nope. Tried talking to some littles, but they didn’t seem right.” “And why is that?” There was an empty pause, a silence that lingered in the room just a little too long, making it feel even more awkward than this already was. “...Because they weren’t you.” “But... why didn’t you tell me?” “I was also scared of a bad reaction, worried you would run away. I couldn’t think of going my whole life without you if I scared you off.” “But you know me! I wouldn’t have!” “Yes, but you understand how scary it is telling people this side of you, right?” “I guess...” “So yeah, I was hoping that one day I’d get the courage to ask you out, to ask to be your Mummy. I was getting closer and closer, and then one day I was about to ask you out... aaaand that’s when Sadie appeared and swept you off your feet. I backed down then, you seemed so happy with her and I didn’t want to ruin it.” I blushed. I couldn’t believe she liked me this whole time, but she was too nervous to ask me out. And at the same time, I was too nervous to ask her out. “But... Evie? Explain!” My voice suddenly sounded angry, much to Morgan’s surprise. “I... look, you don’t spend half your life with a brilliant programmer and designer without learning a few things. I went and learned a few tricks myself. I’m not just a pretty face... or a brilliant engineer.” “But why?” “I... I’m sorry. I let my jealousy get the better of me.” She sighed, looking visibly ridden with guilt. “Huh?” “Let me start from the beginning. You designed Evie to be a Nannybot from the start. It didn’t take me long to figure that out. The design specs, the code, and don’t think I didn’t notice you sneak in that nursing system in her chest...” I started blushing again. “...I knew from the start what she was really for. Such an advanced bot like that would be wasted just cleaning up and organising your workshop. You wanted her to take care of you. And that’s when I saw my opportunity. I could install my own little hack, without you noticing, that would allow me to take control of her.” “But why would you want to do that?” “Because you had Sadie as your Mummy. Why would you need me, especially if you had a Nannybot to take care of you when Sadie wasn’t here?” “I guess...” “So I figured I’d just harmlessly take control when Sadie was away, baby you a bit, and then leave before anyone noticed anything. It’d satisfy my urge to baby you without you noticing or messing up your relationship.” “But what happened? Because everything you put me through suggests it wasn’t harmless!” “I’m sorry. I really am. I just...” “WHAT?” I yelled. “I panicked. My maternal instinct went into overdrive. I had to take care of you. You saw the video, right? The one I left on your desktop?” “Yeah. It’s how I found out about Sadie, about everything.” “I’m sorry about playing dumb regarding her. I just... I know I fucked up, but I hope you understand why I did what I did, and I hope you forgive me.” She reached her hand over to touch mine, but I moved mine away in response. “Why did you keep me little for so long, despite me making it clear I wasn’t happy?” I asked. “When Sadie had that moment alone with Evie, something snapped in me. I knew I had to take care of you. I knew I had to protect you from her. I couldn’t let her sell you off to someone; I’d never see you again! So... I took over Evie fully. I was still too scared to tell you the truth, so I played it off like Evie was glitching. I didn’t want to keep you little like that, I would only ever normally play with consent, but I needed to keep you safe. And I figured the best way for that is to keep you little, in the apartment, where Evie can keep an eye on you. So I kept up the ruse, keeping you as a little.” “But you said I could be big again at the end of the month! And then you shortened it to two weeks! Why?” “Because I did some digging regarding Sadie. It was obvious this month was the month she was going to attempt to kidnap you. So I’d keep you little the whole time, safe with Evie. If at the end of it Sadie came back, she’d see that Evie was keeping you safe, so she’d have to back off. But then those men tried to take you...” “Were... were you in control of Evie for that?” She paused for a second and sighed. “...Yes.” “You killed those men!” “They were not going to take my baby... I mean... just... you know what I mean.” “I guess. Thanks, I suppose?” “Faith, I will never let anyone take you. I would move Heaven and Earth to protect you.” I felt butterflies in my tummy. She really would do anything for me. Sure, I felt betrayed. Not only by Sadie, but now also by Morgan. But Morgan... I couldn’t help but feel something for her. Sympathy... understanding... love. “After the men tried to take you, I figured that would have scared them off for a while, hence the two weeks thing. If, after that, they were still clearly a threat, I would have come clean... or at least I would like to think I would. At the very least I was looking into improving Evie for defence purposes.” “I hated being kept little like that against my will!” “I’m sorry. I really am. I just... Evie had to appear to be glitching. I couldn’t tell you about everything, or else you would have panicked. I didn’t want to ruin your little side, our friendship, or your life.” “Yeah but look where we are now! Sadie is trying to sell me off, you kept me little against my will, and now I don’t know who to trust!” “Faith... I have only ever done things to protect you and care for you. And honestly... I’d do it again if it meant keeping you safe. I’m not going to apologise for that. I will apologise for keeping you in the dark.” “I guess...” Morgan placed her hand on my knee. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me was still upset with her, I wanted to smack her hand away and move further back. But I knew logically that she was right. I saw how she came to all her decisions, even if they were a bit fucked up. And I’d be lying if I said I would do it a better way. I’m not even sure I’d be able to handle any of this, I would have panicked. She wasn’t wrong either, I would have panicked if she had told me. I may not have even believed her. It may have ruined my little side and maybe even my friendship. And at the same time... a part of me wanted to dive onto her, to give her the biggest hug I could. I could see she was hurting, that it hurt her to have to do all that to me. And now that I knew she liked me... well I wanted to be with her... ...I wanted her. “Faith? You in there, Faith?” I was stuck in my own thoughts, but when Morgan waved her hand in front of my face, I snapped back to reality. “Yeah... I’m here.” “Look, I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark, I’m sorry for keeping you in littlespace against your will... I’m sorry for everything.” “I forgive you.” I sighed. “Yo... you do?” she seemed surprised. “Well... kinda. You did what you had to. I understand. I’d say you owe me for everything you did, I’d say you need to make up for all of it... but you did save my life. And hey... after all that mess, I did... maaaybe start to enjoy all the babying from Evie.” “You did?” Well that makes me happy at least!” “But you kept me prisoner against my will for over a week. It’s going to take a bit of time to get over that. I’m sorry.” “No, I fully understand.” She replied. “Do you though?” I was so conflicted. Part of me wanted her to stay. Part of me wanted to forgive her. Part of me wanted to even kiss her! But I was still angry with her for keeping me prisoner, even if I did enjoy it towards the end. I needed time and space to think things through, to get my thoughts in order and figure out what I wanted from all this. Like Morgan, I couldn’t think of a life without her... but I needed time to process things. “I need you to leave.” “Okay.” Morgan said, disappointedly. She got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom without saying a word. I followed closely behind her until she was at the front door. Turning around, she had one more thing to say before she went. “Faith... just be careful, okay? I’m always here to protect you, but I’ll give you space. So please, please take care of yourself. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. Please look after yourself, and stay indoors. I’m just a call away if you need me. Again... I’m sorry. Goodbye.” I felt bad for telling her to leave, for making her sad, but I was rightfully upset, so I kept my arms crossed as she opened the front door. “Morgan... wait...” I don’t know why I felt like I had to stop her, but I did. If only for this... As she turned around, I leant over and kissed her on the cheek. “I... I...” that’s all she could get out. ‘Shit. I think I broke her.’ “I’ll be okay. I’ll call you soon. I just need time.” I smiled weakly. “You better. Or I’ll kick the arse of whoever hurts you. Even me.” I laughed through my smile as she smiled back. I knew we’d work things out. She liked me. I liked her. She was protecting me, albeit in a shitty way, but that wasn’t going to ruin things between us. Like I said, I just needed time and space. So as she left, I stroked my arm down hers as she did the same thing to mine, before the connection was broken and I closed the door behind 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. New chapters every Monday/Friday! This was so difficult to write, as its a difficult thing to get over for Faith. But at the same time... Morgan was doing what she thought was best for her, and Faith clearly has feelings for her. And I couldn't just have her forgive her straight away, that would be pointless.

Chapter 32: History I suddenly felt like I was in control of my body again. I shot up, trying to breathe in as much air as possible. Breathing heavily, I looked at Rose. But after what she had just done... “Noelle? Are you okay?” asked Rose. “I... I...” “What’s up baby?” “You... just... you just...” “I... I’m sorry.” “You melted her fucking heart!” “I’m sorry sweetie, but you wouldn’t understand.” “Explain.” “Can I take you inside first? I need to check on Ashe and Lily, see if they’re okay. Then I need to go check the villagers. Are you going to be okay?” “I... I think I should go.” “Baby, let me check on everyone and then I’ll answer any questions you have. Just please, wait in the house for me. It’s too dangerous to leave the village right now. I’ll need to get the barrier back up.” “Barrier?” “Again, let me sort everything out. Then I’ll answer questions.” She lifted me up and carried me up the hill and into the house. The house was in a state at the moment, but she hadn’t seen what Isabella did to the living room yet... “Oh my... what happened in here?” she called out. “Isabella happened. That’s what.” A voice came out from under the rubble of the living room wall. “Lily? Are you okay?” “Yeah, give us a hand will you? I can’t reach my wand.” Rose waved her hand and the rubble lifted itself off a beaten and bloody Ashe and Lily. Thankfully they were alright, just some cuts and bruises, a bit of blood. Magic will heal that in no time. Continuing to fix the living room, the furniture rebuilt itself, the wall formed again and the shattered fragments of glass merged together to form one sheet of glass, filling the space in the window. Within a minute, the place was back to normal and Lily was seeing to Ashe’s wounds. “Is Noelle alright?” Ashe asked, looking up at me. “Yeah, she’s okay. She can move again. She just...” “Put me down.” I demanded. Rose seemed hurt, but I felt uncomfortable being close to her right now. I never realised how... cruel she can be. Part of me didn’t blame her, Jinx is dead and they tried to kill me... but controlling Isabella like that, against her will... it scared the shit out of me. As I settled on the sofa, burying myself in a mountain of pillows, trying to hide myself, Rose saw to Lily and Ashe before creating a portal and heading off to tend to the villagers. “She’ll be back soon sweetie.” Lily said, smiling at me whilst she cradled Ashe in her arms. “I... I’m not sure I can stay.” I looked at my feet. “Why? What happened?” She asked in her most maternal voice. “She... umm... Isabella is dead.” “Wait... Council Isabella? How?” “Rose killed her.” “What happened honey. Tell me everything.” She said as she guided Ashe onto the other sofa with her and got him snuggled up next to her. “Isabella tried to kill me with a fire spell. Jinx took the hit.” “Jinx... is he...” I shook my head. “Oh no.” I could see her heart drop. Ashe was still a bit out of it right now, he was fast asleep in Lily’s arms. “What happened then?” “Rose lost it. She used her voice... she... Isabella turned her own wand against herself and burned a hole right through her chest.” “And that’s why you’re scared of Rose now, right sweetie?” I nodded, tears rolling down my cheek. “Come here poppet.” She set Ashe gently to the side of the sofa and signalled me over. So I burst out from under the cushions and ran over to her, snuggling up into her embrace. “I... I just...” I sniffled, tears running down my cheeks. “Shhhh... it’s okay. I know it’s scary. You’ve not seen much combat have you?” “...Just fights against demons in the city...” “Yeah, you’re pretty lucky. Before you became the Council’s favourite, that position was held by Rose. And they got her to do all their dirty work.” “She did?” “Oh yes. She hated it, but they kept a close watch on her. Eventually she found out the Council’s secret, and they’ve tried killing her ever since. She’s had to fight a lot of Witches, Demons and all sorts. The past ten years she’s been at war with the council. Ten years they’ve tried to kill her.” “Why? What’s their secret?” “I think Rose wanted to tell you herself, but I figure you need to know anyway. Have you ever thought about why there hasn’t been a new Council member in so long? How they became so powerful?” “I just figured they were born that way. Skill and all that. And that no one has matched up to them.” “No sweetie. It’s because they steal the power from other Witches. They train up the best Witches, making them do their dirty work, until they are powerful enough to absorb. Then they steal their souls and their magic, absorbing them until they become more powerful.” “They... steal souls?” “I know it sounds silly sweetheart. Like stories of the Fae. But that’s because they are. They learned from the Fae how to steal souls, and they’ve been using that to keep themselves in power.” “But... if you know this, why aren’t they hunting you?” “They don’t know I do. I’m just a small-time Witch, honey. They don’t care about me. They only care about powerful Witches like you and Rose. Think about it... have they ever shown as much interest in your friends as they do you?” “I guess not...” “Because they’re not worth absorbing.” “So how did Rose find out about this?” I wiped away the tears from my face. “She caught them performing the ritual on a young girl, their latest star. But they noticed her. She ran and ran, kept moving from town to town, gathering intel and knowledge, until she finally settled down here in Basinwall. They took her in as one of their own and she promised to protect them. So she used her new knowledge and set up magical wards around the town, preventing Council magic from being cast within, and blocking access to Council members directly.” “So she’s been running this whole time?” “Yup. As soon as the Council lost her as their newest sacrifice, they began working on you full time. But from what I hear, you’ve been causing them great difficulty, hence why they’ve still not done anything. But with you staying with their most dangerous opponent... it appears they’ve gotten desperate and started kidnapping Witches and absorbing them, no matter how powerful they are.” “That’s disgusting!” “I know sweetie." A portal opened up and out stepped Rose, looking exhausted. “Fixed... the... ooof... give me a second...” She quickly caught her breath, leaning against the wall to keep her from collapsing. “Sorry about that. Villagers are safe. No casualties. I’ve repaired the wards too.” “Are they those funny looking rune stones? We saw one cut in half just before we fought the Demon Lord that night...” I asked. “Yes baby. They allowed the council in. But it’s okay, they’re back up now and stronger than ever. No demons can pass through now. I still can’t believe they’d stoop so low as to summon a greater demon just to kill me...” “Is Jinx?” Lily asked, trying to be sensitive about the subject. “He’s gone. I’ll bury him later. I’d appreciate it if you joined us.” “Of course. He was one of the family.” Rose looked at me. “Honey... are you okay?” “...No.” “What’s up?” “You killed her!” I yelled. “She was going to kill you... she killed Jinx!” she yelled back. I had never heard her yell at me before, so it was quite a shock to the system. “Buh... buh...” I tried forming an argument but I didn’t know what to say. “You don’t understand baby. A familiar is a part of you. You create it from a part of your heart, your soul. And if you lose them... it’s like losing a child. And there was no way I was losing you too.” I understood. Well, as best I can anyway. I never created a familiar, not many Witches did these days, partially because of the pain of losing one. But whilst I understood her taking out Isabella to save us, to avenge Jinx... I was still full of anger and wanted answers. “Lily told me all about you and the Council. About you finding out their secret. About them trying to kill you. Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” “Because...” “Because what?” I demanded. “Because you were sent here to kill me!” she screamed. “Wait... what?” I was taken aback by this outburst. “That night you arrived, they had enchanted your vision and perception. If you had seen me outside of the village, you’d have seen me as a Demon Lord. Because they wanted you to think you were fighting one. When you arrived, and their spell was disabled, they sent an actual Demon Lord to kill me.” “But... I would have noticed!” “You wouldn’t have sweetpea. They know I can cast without a wand, making the illusion even more effective as a Demon Lord doesn’t need one either. And then that night, when I gave you that tea, just before you went out to fight it... that removed the enchantment completely. I couldn’t risk you turning against me outside of the barrier.” At this point, she had answered everything. But I was still angry with her and upset and scared. So I asked her the one thing she hadn’t told me. “Umm... and how do you cast without a wand?” “I...” “TELL ME!” “I... I can’t.” “Why not?” “Because I’m not even sure myself!” “Then how were you going to teach me how to do it?” “I have a theory, I was going to test it.” “Stop messing around and just tell me!” “It’s a latent power. And I was hoping you’d have it too. I tried with Lily but it didn’t work.” “So it may not even work? Ugh. I’m sick of these secrets. I’m sick of all of this! I... just... I... I can’t do this!” I shot up off Lily’s lap and ran past Rose, running through the open front door. The cold breeze of the night hit my face but I just kept running as I heard Rose crying out for me from the house. ------------------------------------------------- After running non-stop across the village with nowhere to run, I stopped by the edge of the lake. I sat down in the same spot Rose had nursed me for the first time and I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. As the cold air brushed past my bare legs and arms, I realised I was still just wearing the frilly dress and nappy. Out in public... But stupidly I had forgotten my wand back at Rose’s place. “FUCK!” I yelled, throwing a stone across the lake’s surface. “Language dearie...” I spun around in shock and tried to cover myself best I can, but it was too late. Someone had seen me in this outfit. “It’s okay love, I’m not going to hurt you. Or judge you for what you’re wearing...” As the dark figure got closer, I realised it was Mrs Timpson. “Mrs... Timpson?” were the only words I managed to utter as I froze in place. “Sorry if I scared you! I didn’t mean to! It’s just I saw you running past my house dressed like... well... this. And I figured you’d want something to cover up with.” She handed me a large dark blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders, covering my dress and nappy up. “T... thank you.” I said, blushing. “Can I?” She pointed to the empty space on the bench next to me. “Of course!” I scooted over a bit to make space. “Thanks dearie. My back, whilst fixed, still suffers from being old.” “Sorry.” “Whatever for dearie? And don’t dare say for what you’re wearing.” “Buh...” “I’m not going to judge you. Hell, I’ve known about this side of Rose for a long time. Never understood it, but hey, I’m glad she found someone she could share it with! I’ve never seen her this happy in years.” “You... you knew?” “I caught her babysitting that male friend of hers... Ashley? Anthony?” “Ashe?” “That’s the one! I happened to glance a peek through the window. But I kept my mouth shut, figured it was none of my business. But I’m glad she’s found her own... babygirl, I guess?” “And I’m not making you uncomfortable being dressed like this?” “Not at all. In fact I can kinda see the appeal, you look precious! Although that nappy clearly needs a change...” “How...” I asked, blushing. “I’m old sweetie. I’ve had kids. And grandkids. I know a wet nappy when I see one.” I blushed more and hid my face in the blanket. “Now... I know tonight has been scary. We heard lots of explosions and screaming. We stayed indoors, figured Rose would keep us safe.” “H... How do you trust her so much?” “Easy. She earned that trust.” “But... she murdered someone tonight...” “And? Being a Witch is dangerous business. Sometimes you have to defend yourself.” “I just... I don’t know if I feel safe around her.” “Has she done anything to hurt you?” “...No...” “Has she done anything to betray your trust?” “She’s kept secrets...” “Oh pfff. Everyone keeps secrets. I think you need to cut her a little slack.” “I... she lost it when Jinx died.” “Oh no! Jinx is dead?” “Yeah...” “She must be heartbroken.” “I...” That’s when I thought... I haven’t once properly thought about how she’s feeling right now. I’ve been focusing purely on how betrayed I felt, how scared I was of her. I hadn’t stopped to properly think how she is feeling right now. Jinx is dead. I nearly died. Ashe, Lily and the village were in danger. And she’s been hunted for ten years. Of course she’s going to lose it... I mean what would have happened if I had gone through all that... with my special affinity? It would have been devastating... “Oh I think someone just realised something...” Mrs Timpson just had that ‘supportive Grandma’ energy about her. “I did. Thank you for the talk Mrs Timpson. I... I should go home.” “Let me escort you there sweetie. I want to make sure you get home safe.” “I’ll be...” I looked at the kind smile of this lovely old woman and I realised I would appreciate the company on the walk back. “Thank you. I’d love that.” “And maybe young Rose will change you, you’re close to leaking dearie...” My cheeks turned red and I waddled down the path alongside Mrs Timpson. ========================================================== 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 New chapters of Witch in Training every Wednesday/Sunday! Glitch in Nanny on Monday/Friday! Only 10 chapters to go! 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Welcome, everyone! This will be a longer form story centering around two friends who just so happen to have access to a machine that allows them to put their present consciousness into their past selves and as you may or may not imagine that could have undesired results. Please feel free to share thoughts and critiques as you read, I do engage with people that comment on my stories but I respect everyone's opinion and welcome negative comments as much as positive ones. I hope you enjoy! Historical Inaccuracies By: The Unknown Author I “Favor” I checked the text she’d sent again before looking at the building through my windshield. The massive warehouse had the corresponding numbers painted on the rusted looking corrugated wall in yellow spray paint and little else in the way of identification. There was a camera above the door a little ways from where I was standing and a keypad of some sort beside the door itself. I looked around nervously before checking the time on my phone to make sure I wasn’t too early and walked up to the door. There was a loud buzz that actually made me jump and the door creaked open slowly to reveal the somewhat mousy form of my best friend, Carolina. She brushed her barely brushed auburn hair out of her face and smiled widely at me. “Howdy, stranger.” she said in a faux Southern accent with a tip of an invisible hat she was obviously wearing. I snickered. “Still as big a dork as ever, I see.” I told her as I walked toward the space between her and the door frame. She stuck her arm out to block my path, her one size too big lab coat hiding the underdeveloped noodles she called arms beneath the almost comically wizard’s cloak-like sleeves, a gray T-shirt beneath it with the NASA logo across the chest adding more accuracy to my statement. I looked down at her, our difference in height wasn’t all that dramatic, but I made a point to tease her about it whenever we got together. “Apologize and say hello properly Mr. Marshal.” she commanded in a mock authoritative tone. I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Good morning, I’m sorry you’re still a huge dork, Care.” I said, getting a weak punch on the shoulder and a sticking out of her tongue before she moved aside to let me pass, pulling the door closed behind us and locking it with several sturdy locks. Carolina and I had been friends since just about birth, we were more like brother and sister most days, but time and distance had kept us from seeing each other in person for the better part of a year now, the longest we’d been apart in our lives if I’m being honest. She’d holed herself up in this warehouse after graduating college, and had been exceedingly secretive about what she was up to, until the previous night anyway. “I’m glad you came.” she said as she scurried past me to the area she’d set up as a bedroom, hurriedly trying to make the small bed and put some of the more scandalous laundry away in the nearly full basket at the foot of the bed. I watched her toss her under things in the basket and cover them with shirts and pants and smiled when she finally stopped moving and looked at me. “From what you told me on the phone this is really important stuff you’re working on, I couldn’t not help you out.” I said. “Coffee?” she asked. I shook my head. “I’m fine, right now.” I told her. She cleared her throat and stood there awkwardly for a moment without saying anything. “We can jump right into whatever you have planned.” I offered, sensing her trepidation at wasting time catching up when she clearly wanted to work on her project. She breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry, I’m a terrible best friend, but I promise that if I can get this all working the way it should, I’ll give you my full and complete attention for the next year at least.” she said as she bustled over to the cluttered desk and grabbed a small camcorder from it, beckoning me to sit down in the metal folding chair in front of a tripod. The air conditioner kicked on behind me as she set up the camera on its tripod, brushing an errant strand of auburn hair aside as she looked to me and flashed a polite smile. “I should’ve done this last night, but I had some final adjustments to make on the machine.” she explained as she pulled the small screen on the side of the camera away from it and turned the camera on. “And you showed up a little earlier than I was expecting.” she added, her tone not quite annoyed but not not annoyed. I looked down at my hands as I rubbed them together between my knees, sitting forward, trying not to look like I was watching her work. “Sorry.” I offered. “This whole thing has me pretty excited, if I’m being honest.” I told her. She waved her hand dismissively in the air and smiled again. “Same.” she said. “Last night was like Christmas Eve, the night before the first day of school, the night before the last day of school, and the night before a big trip all rolled into one for me.” she explained. I nodded and absently stroked the stubbly growth on my chin. “Yeah, that about sums it up.” I said with a nervous chuckle, feeling awkward in my own skin for some reason. “Y’know, there’s nothing to be nervous about.” she told me as she walked away from the camera and went to the rolling chair across the room, wheeling it over to just behind the camera. “Today is just a small trial run but mostly we’re going to be talking.” she explained as she sat down in the chair, shifting to pull her lab coat from beneath her before sighing and smiling at me warmly. “Are you ready to start?” she asked. I nodded and returned her smile. “I thought you’d never ask.” I lamely joked. Leaning forward, she hit the record button on the camera and sat back. “Please state your name, age, and occupation for the record.” she said as she reached over to her cluttered desk to retrieve a notebook and pulled the pen from behind her ear, leveling it to hover above the paper like she was going to dictate what I was saying. I cleared my throat. “My name is-” I began, looking at the camera and then to her. “Do I talk to you or the camera?” I asked, my face feeling warmer. She smiled again. “The camera, please.” she said. I nodded again and looked at the camera as I sat up. “My name is Timothy Marshall, Tim.” I clarified. “I’m thirty-one years old, and I currently work at a bank.” I said. She jotted some scribbles down. “In your own words, could you explain what you’re doing here today for the record.” she said. I quirked my mouth and shrugged. “Um, I was asked to help an old friend with an experiment.” I said simply. She smirked. “The name of this friend?” she prompted. “Carolina Adams.” I replied. She cleared her throat dramatically and raised an eyebrow at me. “Doctor Carolina Adams.” I clarified. She nodded. “It’s an important distinction, Tim.” she chided. “If,” she scoured her memory for a name briefly, “Daryl Haws from third period French asked you to test his experiment would you?” she asked. I chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck with one hand. “No, if “Paint Huffer Haws” asked me to test an experiment of his I probably wouldn’t return his call.” I admitted. She stifled a chuckle and collected herself. “Are you aware of the nature of this experiment?” she asked. I shrugged. “Not entirely.” I confessed. “Something about a machine and time travel?” I offered. She rolled her eyes. “I specifically said it wasn’t time travel.” she said, her tone slightly annoyed. “You said the machine would allow me to go back to any point in my history.” I pointed out. She nodded. “Mentally.” she added. “Time travel would be you physically leaving this place, this time, my machine just syncs present you’s consciousness with past you’s body.” she explained. I scoffed. “Sounds like time travel to me.” I said. She sighed. “If you don’t want to do it-” she started. “I’m already here, Care.” I said, invoking her least favorite nickname once more. “Just tell me what I need to do.” I added. She set the notebook and pen down on the desk, the balled up papers and old paper coffee cups serving as an orgy of evidence that she’d been basically no-lifeing her research for some time before calling me up. Standing, she turned off the camera and went over to the large whiteboard on the other side of the room, flipping it over to a less cluttered and chaotic surface where she picked up a red marker and drew an “x” closest to the side she was standing on. “I can’t just tell you what I need you to do, I need you to make an informed decision on whether or not you want to do it.” she told me. “I already told you I would.” I reminded her. She sighed. “For legal reasons, you have to know what you’re agreeing to.” she told me. I scoffed. “What happened to ‘please Tim, I need you to do me this huge favor’? Your words, remember?” I asked. She nodded and brushed her hair from her face once more. “I know what I said, but-” she trailed off. “Look, I thought more about it and I need you to know this stuff before you consent.” she said, her tone and mannerisms becoming more erratic and flustered. “Why?” I asked. Another heavy sigh. “Because human trials without approval aren’t exactly the most legal thing in the world and if anything-” she stopped and looked at me, her face softening for the briefest of moments before regaining her serious and professional demeanor. “I don’t want anything to happen to you is all.” she said after a long moment. I stared at her. “You said this was totally safe and that you already had approval for human trials, Care.” I said, my voice raising. “Why’d you lie to me?” I asked. She put the cap on the marker slowly, staring at it in her hands as she rubbed the side of it with her thumb absently, I’d seen her this way before many times over the years, she knew she’d done something wrong and felt bad and foolish and she was trying to not add embarrassment to the mix. She set the marker down in its tray and walked over to me, smoothing out invisible creases on her pants and lab coat as she walked, eyes glued to the floor. When she finally reached me she knelt down beside me and lay her head on my arm as she took my hand in hers. “I didn’t think you’d come if you thought I’d come up with another crazy invention.” she confessed quietly. I sighed. “Truth. Now.” I demanded, noticing her body shake with surprise at my sudden authoritative command. She closed her eyes and took a few breaths, her thumb stroking the top of my hand like she’d done with the marker moments ago. “I tried it last week, that’s how I know it works, but it’s not possible to work the data while you’re engaged with the machine.” she explained. “I really do need another person to be using it, and you’re the only person I trust to do it and not steal my idea or break it or something.” she added. I put my other hand on her back and gave it a few light pats. “Walk me through what happened when you did it.” I told her. She stiffened beneath my hand after I spoke and shook her head. “No, I’ll just tell you how it works.” she said dismissively, letting go of my hand and standing abruptly. “Care, why are you being weird?” I asked. She turned and glared at me. “Stop. Calling. Me. That.” she said through gritted teeth. I raised an eyebrow. “I will when you tell me why you’re being weird.” I said. She’d made her way to the small kitchenette area of the building and was filling her coffee mug with probably ice cold, molasses like liquid. “Drop it, Tim.” she warned. I stood up and went to her calmly. “Remember in third grade when Cynthia Hale got to take the class rabbit home for the week and you were devastated to the point of tears because you were so convinced that it was your week and the teacher had forgotten you?” I asked. Her cheeks grew pinker. “What about it?” she asked, her tone more than slightly annoyed. I put a hand on her shoulder. “Remember who was there hugging you behind the bleachers on the baseball field?” I asked. She smirked and nodded. “If memory serves,” she said, setting her coffee cup down and looking up at me, “you weren’t very kind about it beyond the hugging.” she said. I snickered. “I was in third grade, what’d you expect?” I asked. “You told me to stop being such a baby because it was just a stupid rabbit!” she said with a playful punch to my shoulder. I shrugged. “It was!” I exclaimed. She shook her head. “I had my mom go and buy the best lettuce and I’d made a little bunny sized bed for her to sleep in, I was understandably upset.” she said. I stifled a laugh. “Look, my point is, even when you’re being a stupid baby about a dumb rabbit, I don’t judge you.” I said. “Please tell me about your experience.” I added. She looked up into my eyes and something flickered in them, something I’d seen before in her but not for a very long time, something that made me change gears immediately when she didn’t speak. “Alright then, keep your secrets.” I told her. “Just explain the thing to me like I’m five and we should be fine.” I said, moving back to my chair across the room as casually as possible to keep her from realizing I’d picked up on something she was desperate to hide. She became visibly more relaxed as she sipped the coffee she’d poured for herself, made a displeased face and dumped the remainder down the sink and came back over to the whiteboard. “This ‘x’ is a moment in your past.” she said, pointing to the ‘x’ with the capped marker. “Me hugging you in third grade.” I offered. She blushed again and nodded as she uncapped the marker and drew two stick figures awkwardly entwined with ‘Third Grade Hug’ written above them. “Okay, so over here,” she said as she walked to the other end of the board and drew another ‘x’ with a green marker, “is you today.” she said as she drew stick man me and wrote ‘Present’ above him. “With me so far?” she asked. I gave her nod. “It’s pretty advanced, but I’m managing.” I said sarcastically. “Basically, my machine takes your consciousness from here,” she pointed to the green me and drew a line with the red marker back to the other two stick figures, “and puts it into your past self’s body.” she explained. I nodded slowly. “So, I’d be hugging third grade you and would know that you were going to grow up to be a mad scientist with questionable bathing habits?” I teased. She glared and then pulled her shirt up slightly to sniff it, blushing once more. “Firstly, shut up, I’ve been working day and night for weeks on this.” she said bitterly. “Second, yes, that’s how this works.” she said, letting her shirt fall back into place before smoothing it out to make sure I could see the NASA logo emblazoned on the front as clearly as before. I raised my hand. “Question!” I exclaimed. She rolled her eyes. “Yes?” she said. “Let’s say that I stop hugging you and run away and join the circus or something, what does that do to present me?” I asked. “It’s not time travel, Tim!” she snapped. “You can do anything you want and the people you interact with will react to you in that moment, but it has no impact on the future because that moment already happened.” she explained. “If you stopped hugging me and ran away to join the circus I’d cry and chase after you, but as far as time is concerned you stayed and insulted me.” she added. “But how can you be sure?” I asked. She sighed. “Trust me.” she said. I backed down from my line of questioning. “Alright, do I bring anything back with me?” I asked. “What do you mean?” she asked. I shrugged. “I dunno, let’s say I did run away and join the circus while I was mentally my past self or whatever, would I have the knowledge of how to do trapeze work now in the present?” I asked. She thought about it for a long moment and finally shrugged. “I guess that’s something you can test if you agree to do it.” she offered. “What if I died?” I asked. “Like, I’m running to join the circus and don’t look both ways when I’m crossing the street and BLAM! creamed by a bus or something.” I clarified. She shrugged again. “I’d expect your consciousness to snap back to here?” she said, placing a quizzical emphasis on the statement. “Don’t die though would probably be for the best.” she added. I took a deep breath in through my nose and exhaled sharply through my mouth. “One last question.” I said. She nodded. “Go for it.” she urged. “How much does this gig pay?” I asked. She glowered at me. “Nothing, you’re doing a favor for your oldest and dearest friend, remember?” she reminded me. I shrugged. “Buy me lunch?” I asked. She blushed. “Tim, this experiment is my everything.” she said, looking at her hands as she nervously played with them. “I’ve tied everything I own into this, if anything goes wrong,” she remained silent for a long moment, “I can’t go back home broke and a failure.” she finally said, tears welling up in her eyes. I shot up and rushed to her. “Hey, hey, it’s alright, I was just messing around.” I told her as I pulled her to me for a hug. “I’m doing this because it’s important to you and that makes it important to me, okay?” I asked as I rubbed her back. She nodded and pulled away, wiping her nose and eyes with her lab coat sleeves. “I’m sorry, I’m kind of under a lot of stress right now and I haven’t been sleeping or eating well and it’s all just a lot to handle.” she explained. “I know you’re here for me and you’ll do whatever you can to make this work.” she added. I nodded decisively. “Damn straight!” I said. She smiled and came back to me, wrapping her arms around my middle to hug me tightly and then looked up and kissed my cheek. “Thank you.” she said softly. I smiled and kissed her forehead. “You bet.” I told her. She cleared her throat and let go of me to walk to a small medical dresser that she opened and retrieved a bagged item, tossing it to me. “The bathroom is over there.” she said, pointing behind me. “You can keep your socks on, but everything else comes off except the gown I’ve given you.” she hurriedly explained. “Are you serious?” I asked, my face flushing slightly. She nodded. “I mean, the gown was a courtesy, you can be in your birthday suit if you’d prefer.” she said, her own cheeks flushing as she stifled a chuckle. I narrowed my eyes. “I should, just to make you nervous.” I threatened, She shrugged. “Not like I’ve never seen it before, right?” she asked, her flush deepening as she actually giggled like some school girl that heard a dirty joke. I grumbled under my breath and made my way off to the bathroom, my internal clean freak shuddering at the state of the room as I shut the door behind me. “Do you even know how to clean?!” I called out to her as I cleared some towels from the sink to set the gown down. “Of course I do!” came her response from the other side of the door, making me jump and feel my stomach flutter at the realization she was standing right outside it waiting for me. “I told you I’ve been busy with this project, everything that isn’t that has gone by the wayside.” she explained. I stripped out of my striped polo shirt, looking for a place to set it that would keep the white actually white when I noticed the toilet. The sink and tub were a disaster, toothpaste gunk in the sink and surrounding the small cup with her toothbrush in it, bras and pantyhose hung up on the shower curtain rod and a ring down inside the tub, but the toilet was immaculate. “At least you keep the toilet clean.” I said as I folded my shirt and set it down on the closed lid. Silence from the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes, imagining she’d wandered off to tinker with things while she waited for me. I slipped my shoes off and then pulled my jeans down, folding those up neatly before sighing and losing my boxers, opening the bag with the gown and putting it on before tying it tightly closed in the back, checking as best I could in the mirror for signs of bare skin I didn’t want her seeing. Opening the door after taking a deep breath I nearly bumped into her. “Where’d you come from?” I asked. She looked at me quizzically. “I’ve been right here the whole time.” she said. “Just ignoring me then?” I asked. She shrugged. “Didn’t think we needed to discuss my toilet habits.” she said, turning and walking away just before her face flushed once more. I followed her to where an overstuffed medical chair sat bolted to the floor, stifling a chuckle at the “fake” looking “device” attached to the back of the headrest hung. If you thought of a 50’s Sci-Fi flick having a colander with Christmas lights attached to it to was hokey, this would be right there alongside it. “I know it looks silly, but it’s not the easiest thing in the world to make something that fits on someone’s head look cool unless you’re rich.” she said as she jutted out her open hand toward the chair. “I’m a banker, I couldn’t do any better.” I said as I moved to the front of the chair and lowered myself down into the seat. Moving around behind me, she lifted the device off its hook and gently set it down on my head, securing it with a thin strap of Velcro beneath my chin. “Comfy?” she asked. I nodded to test the hold of the strap and fit of the device. “Seems so.” I said. She went to the desk a few feet away and sat down on the rolling chair, smiling at me for a moment. “Thank you for doing this.” she said. I nodded again. “My pleasure.” I told her. She typed on the keyboard in front of her briefly. “We’re going to test the connection first, so I need you to think about today when you first arrived here, okay?” she explained. “As clear and specific a mental image as you can manage.” she added. I closed my eyes and thought of standing outside a short time ago. “Got it.” I said. She took a deep breath. “Okay, you might feel a little dizzy.” she said. “If you need to throw up I put a trash can next to the chair.” she explained sympathetically. I nodded. “Test begin in three.” she said as she typed and a hum started up around me. “Two.” the hum grew to a drone. “One.” the drone became a high whirring sound briefly before it stopped entirely. A seagull cawed overhead and I opened my eyes to look up at it, a smile spreading across my face. “Holy fuck!” I exclaimed. I put my phone back into my pocket and hurried up to the door, banging on it until the loud buzz came and the door creaked open. “Howdy stranger.” we both said at the same time in the same faux Southern accent. She stared at me for a moment. “It fucking works!” I declared, throwing my arms around her and hugging her tightly. She hugged me back, her body trembling with excitement. “You’re using it right now?!” she asked. I nodded. “Yeah! About twenty minutes from now.” I told her. She beamed proudly as we broke our hug. “I knew it worked, because I tested it, but I’ve got to be losing my mind going through the data while you’re using it!” she said. I nodded absently and looked around at the very real world and the very real her, trying to wrap my head around how all of this was happening. “So, what am I supposed to do here?” I asked. “What would help you the most right now?” I added. She smiled. “Deviation would be invaluable to me.” she said. “Whatever happened normally, do something completely different.” she explained. “I mean, we didn’t hug.” I said. “And we absolutely didn’t talk about the experiment working.” I told her. “Yeah, but those are superficial things, like when you misremember a color or something.” she said. “Do something completely unexpected, something you’d never normally do.” she explained. I looked at her for a moment and pulled my phone from my pocket, looking at it and closing my eyes before turning to throw it as hard as I could across the parking area behind the warehouse. “Good enough?” I asked. She hid a smile and nodded. “That should work.” she said. I felt a wave of vertigo hit me and felt like I was falling, my field of vision narrowing to a pinpoint before opening up again to reveal the interior of the warehouse and her seated at the computer beside the chair I was once again seated in. She was bouncing her leg rapidly up and down, her other leg beneath her butt as she chewed her thumbnail and grinned widely at me. “Tim?” she asked tentatively. I nodded slowly and felt the wave of vertigo wash over me once more, fading until it was completely passed. “I’m here.” I said as I focused on my breathing. “This data is amazing!” she practically squealed. I chuckled. “I’m glad.” I told her. “One thing’s for sure,” I said as I sat forward and smiled at her in quiet awe. “You’re gonna be a fucking millionaire off of this.” I said, bringing a peal of excited laughter from her as she shot up and rushed to me to hug me tightly. “Once you’re feeling a hundred percent I want you to tell me everything that happened and what you did differently.” she explained. I nodded. “After that, if you’re up to it, I’d like to try something further back to give untainted data.” she said. “Revisiting a point where I’m working on the machine and have tested it myself isn’t the same as going back to a point in your youth.” she explained. She rushed over to the kitchen and got a bottle of water out of the fridge and returned with it. “Take your time and just let me know when you’re ready to continue.” she said, returning to her chair. “So, you don’t know what happened?” I asked. “Like, you don’t remember what I did?” I clarified. She shook her head. “My memory is unchanged, whatever you did is only remembered by you.” she explained. I got up slowly and made my way to the bathroom, pulling my phone out of my pants pocket and smiling. “Goddamned genius.” I thought to myself before returning my phone to the pocket and heading back to her for my debrief.

Um hi. As you can probably tell by my account, I've been on this site for quite a while though to be honest, I've been rather quiet and busy on other platforms. Also, I haven't written anything in some time and even then, my last work was nowhere near as long as this piece will be. I've decided to post this here on the advice of a writer friend of mine since she figured that you lot might enjoy it. It would be great if you did and I'll keep posting chapters as I write them. This post is starting with chapters one and two of my work, if only because chapter one is a little short for me to leave it be. A little backstory: Disney parks have always been a symbol of fun and wonder for me. It wasn't until the thought of what it would be like to be little in the parks hit me that I went into overdrive and thought of the premise for this story. Add a little bit of a fantastical twist to the magic of the parks and here we are. There will be a little Disney lingo here and there but it's nothing a little context clues and maybe a google search can't fix. Plus, I think I've subconsciously tried to include small explanations in the story itself. Lastly, please go easy on me? I usually edit works of fiction but writing one like this is a bit of a harder task. I appreciate any constructive criticism you might offer below. Chapter One The fan sites and twitter accounts were all a buzz with the latest rumors in the parks. Something about people disappearing after going into Magic Kingdom and how some have noticed that they’ve seen the same faces hanging around the park day-in, day-out. Disney Parks have had a slew of weird rumors hanging over them for years, but something about this one was new. Getting to the bottom of it would skyrocket my little blog to the top of the popularity charts. It was nothing I should have too much trouble with. Walk into the park on a quiet Wednesday morning, get some pictures of any funny business, maybe get a ride or two in, grab an ice cream on the way home. And if I were lucky, the name Amelia Forrest will be known far across the fandom as the one to go to for cracking park rumors. So with a change into a pair of loose shorts and a flowy red blouse, I slipped on my sneakers and headed out the door. Having a day off of work during the week was a lucky break for me. It meant that getting to the park and strolling inside the gates at opening was a pretty seamless and relaxed affair. Aside from the warm Florida sun, it was a perfect day to wander around a theme park for a few hours. It didn’t take me long to roam around the expansive park. Lines for rides looked pretty short and while it was a little busy, it was nothing out of the ordinary for a random week towards the end of summer. People seemed to be having a good time and unsurprisingly, many people were all lined up in front of the castle in various poses to get pictures of their visit. All was normal until I noticed what looked like a woman near my age ordering a drink near Adventureland. She looked mature and pretty, her long, blonde hair in a braid and she wore a white sleeveless top with skinny jeans. A fairly normal look, aside from the shiny blue headband in her hair. It looked familiar though I couldn’t quite place it. She spoke quickly and erratically to the cast member behind the counter. Almost like...a child? “Hey!” The woman was almost leaning over the counter and waving her hand to get the employee’s attention. “Heeey Chuuuuck! Can I geeeeet...um...A soda? Oh! And um...and a pretzel, too!” The man responded back with a sigh, shaking his head. “Julie, how many times do I have to tell you? Your mommy doesn’t like you having so much sugar this early in the morning.” Mommy? This woman looked to be in her mid-twenties. And this man seemed strangely nonchalant about chastising her. “Awww c’mon Chuck pleeeeease! I promise I won’t tell anyone.” The girl named Julie looked and somewhat sounded like a fussy toddler trying to get her way. “No deal, kiddo. Though here. You can handle the pretzel for now but have a cup of water, okay?” Chuck held out the two wares with a smirk on his face. Julie whined a little but took the two items. “Fiiiiine. Thanks I guess.” She left without another word though as she did, I noticed a little skip in her step as she bounced along towards the castle. I watched her for a while until I heard Chuck’s voice behind me, breaking my concentration. “Hey Miss! Did you need anything?” “Yeah...um...Can I have a cup of water, please?” I tried to look inconspicuous as I stepped up to the counter. Though knowing my luck, it would only make me look more suspicious. “Comin’ right up. Anything else?” He answered me back with the happy tone I’d normally expect from a cast member. “No thanks. Hey, can I ask you a quick question?” “Sure. Need help finding somethin’ else?” Chuck seemed friendly enough. Maybe he would have some idea. “So that girl that was just here. She come here a lot? You seemed to know her.” Chuck slipped the paper cup onto the counter in front of me, trying to look friendly if not slightly curious. “Julie? She’s been comin’ here for a little while now. Her mom works in the park so she lets Julie run around for a while. She’s usually pretty good. Doesn’t get into too much trouble around me anyway.” I guess that seems like a normal enough response. Nothing too fishy there. With a nod and a short thanks to Chuck, I took my drink and started wandering off towards the castle again. This girl Julie seemed normal enough, if not a little too energetic. But something about her mannerisms sparked my curiosity. Sitting on a bench near the center of the main hub, I kept an eye out for Julie. I wanted to ask her a few questions though, just to make sure I was covering all my bases. Internet fame wasn’t earned by just shrugging off things that seemed convenient after all. But for all my waiting, I couldn’t spot her again. Minutes turned into a quarter of an hour and then to a full hour. I was growing tired of just sitting and scrolling through things on my phone between glances up at the crowd around me. And to top it all off, everything seemed fairly standard as far as I could see. A shiny blue headband would stick out in these crowds but all seemed pretty normal. Tons of people were wearing hats of all sorts anyway, a random blue headband can’t be that odd. With a groan as I sat up and stretched, I made my way back down Main Street. A number of guests just starting their day along with a few people selling giant sets of balloons walked past as I made my way down the street. Getting near the entrance, I looked towards town square curiously and gasped in excitement. Chapter Two Town Square was home to a restaurant and a room where Mickey Mouse normally had meet-and-greets with guests. But today a banner hung over the normal sign announcing him. “For A Limited Time! Meet with Minnie Mouse!” This wasn’t on any of the fan sites and it certainly wasn’t on the day’s program guide. But a limited time thing like this was right up my alley and I couldn’t pass up a chance to meet with Minnie. Since I was a little girl, I loved anything to do with Minnie Mouse; two of my birthdays were themed to her back to back. Even the outfit I chose for the day was vaguely themed to her. All these years later, I still harbored a love for Minnie. It was that love that got me so invested in the parks and their happenings in the first place. Taking this as a sign, I hurried into the building and fell in line behind a whole group of parents with their children. I couldn’t say I was surprised to be the lone adult in the group, it was the norm for me these days. I couldn’t complain though. It wasn’t every day that something like this happened and even if it made me look as immature as that Julie girl sounded earlier, I figured I was allowed a little fun. Minutes passed as I waited. Cast members would come out and bring four groups of people into the back room, a normal practice to help cut down on how long people would have to wait in line without seeing a character. As time passed, I finally got picked to come in with a group of three other families ahead of me. Then I heard the dreaded call behind me. “Alrighty folks! Minnie’s gonna be taking a break for an hour to powder her nose! We’ll resume at the top of the next hour.” The cast member that led us into the room called out to the line of families behind me as I was ushered into the room. Phew! That was sure lucky! I’m gonna be the last one in the room with her. Even if it was just someone in a costume, being able to get a hug and maybe even chitchat with an actress playing one of my childhood favorites sounded like a nice little treat after having to be out in the sun for most of the morning. And there she was in front of me. A big costume moving around with her polka dot dress and giant shoes. In my head, I knew it was silly that I would be so excited. But just like the other little kids in front me, I was ecstatic. She greeted us all before taking turns with each family. Every group got a few minutes to make small talk, maybe hug Minnie if they wanted to, and an automated camera on the wall would take pictures of them all the while. It was amazing how character costumes these days had evolved to the point that they put animatronics in their mouths to make it look like they were actually talking to guests. It wasn’t long before the groups in front of me all had their turns and left out the nearby door. Then, her attention turned to me. My face couldn’t have lit up more if it were a Christmas Tree. “Why hello there, young lady! I’m so happy to see you!” I was immediately taken back to that little girl in a polka dot dress at her sixth birthday party. “Hi Minnie! I’m so happy to see you too! It’s been so long!” I hurried next to her, a big dopey smile on my face. I knew that this actress wouldn’t actually remember that I had met this character on multiple occasions but oh well. Immediately she opened her arms wide like she knew that I wanted to hug her. Without waiting, I hugged her tight and took a deep breath as I felt warm fuzzy hands wrap around me. This actress was good. “It’s so lovely to see you again, Amelia. I’ve been waiting to give you something.” Amelia? Wait, how did she know my name? Oh! Obviously it must be my Magic Band. The whole resort was decked out with NFC tech these days and the stuff they did with these bracelets was insane. But before I noticed that I didn’t have mine on me, I felt a band being slipped onto my head. “There we are. Your colors were matching me but you were missing your bow, dear.” My hands drifted up and felt my head. A Minnie Mouse headband? I knew these were all the rage these days with girls of all ages. Admittedly, I had quite a few at home myself though this one seemed like a standard issue one. Black to match my hair color with a big, floppy red bow in the center with two mouse ears on either side. I smiled a little as the automated camera flashed beside us, the bulb rather bright. “Um, thanks so much Minnie. I really appreciate it! It’ll go with the other ones I have though this one feels nice.” My hand reached up to try and take it off but before I could, I felt Minnie’s arms wrap around me again and hold me tight. Her fluffy, gloved hand softly patting me on my bottom through my shorts. “There, there,” she said. It didn’t sound like an actress or some random voice box doing some talking. It sounded like this was Minnie Mouse holding and talking to me. My cheeks went red as she spoke and held me. “You’ve been working for so long. It’s time we made this your home, dear. Just relax and let me help you get comfortable.” Something about this was off. I’ve never had an interaction with a character like this in the past. However, every time I would make moves to break away from her, a pat on my bottom would scramble my thoughts. Every time my thoughts scrambled, they were replaced with a warm cloudiness in my head. Everything was warm on me. It felt lovely to be held by Minnie and to have my bottom softly pat over and over. The stress of my day job and my ambitions of wanting to be popular online were ebbing away from me, being replaced by the sound of a soft thump against my shorts. A thump? Why was there a thump? Looking down at my legs, I noticed that my legs were slowly spreading with each of Minnie’s pats and my shorts were feeling...thicker? How was that? My shoes also felt weird on my feet. What was once a pair of yellow canvas sneakers were slowly being turned into leather Mary Janes with a small heel. Even odder still was that I felt my hair getting pulled and parted apart, even as Minnie held me with both her arms, one of her hands softly patting my bottom. All the while, the camera against the wall would flash a blinding white light. I could hear my own speech starting to slur as I was held and kept trying to fight against Minnie’s hold, albet far weaker by now. “Whut?...Whuts goin on, Mom-Minnie?” I could hear that I sounded a little more high pitched as well. My voice was changing some how. “Whuts you doin’ to me?” Looking up to her, I could only see a smile across Minnie’s face. Her voice slow and calming, like a mother to a small child. “I’m only making you more comfortable so that you can go play, little Amy. You’ll be good for me, won’t you? If you are, I’ll be sure to give you a treat later, okay?” She finally let me go as I felt the tugging on my body slowly dissipate. Looking to the nearby mirror next to the camera, I could finally see what had changed and why I felt so odd as I stood with my legs spread wide apart. Indeed, my shoes had changed to the Mary Janes I saw before and the headband sat on my head with it’s big, floppy bow. But beyond that, my hair had completely changed from being long and curly to being tied up in a pair of short twintails poking out from behind the ears on my headband. What's more, what was once my red blouse was now a red polka dot Minnie Mouse dress with puffy sleeves, a white Peter Pan collar and a skirt that was barely long enough to cover the waistband of my shorts. Wait...my shorts? No. My shorts had changed as well. From the white denim shorts they were before to an extra bulky, very crinkly diaper adorned with Minnie’s face on the front where I recognized the diaper tapes land and red bows patterned along the rest of the diaper. This new dress that I was in did nothing to hide anything beyond the top half of Minnie’s face on the diaper. My eyes widened as the cloudy stupor my mind was in started to clear and I recognized what I was wearing. Quickly looking back to Minnie as I stumbled a little from the pillowy bulk of the diaper, I tried to make sense of what was going on. “W-what...what did you d-” She cut me off as she scooped me up by my puffy bottom and carried me to the exit where all the groups of parents left before. Depositing me outside on my feet, she only reached down and kissed me on the forehead. Her kiss left me in a daze, a mindless smile creeping along my face as my diaper slowly warmed from a sudden accident beyond my control. “Now be good, Amy. I’ll be picking you up later on. And be good for the park staff, too. They’ll tell me if anything’s wrong but if you need any help, make sure to ask them, okay?” “I...bwuh...whu happuned?..”I tried to question her but all that would come out of my mouth were high pitched babbles. Her hold and kisses had some sort of weird effect on me. With that, she turned me back around to face the open entrance to Main Street and gave me a couple firm pats on my bottom to send me on my way. “I’ll see you later, sweetie!” And with that, the door to the room we were just in closed and I was left in a theme park alone. Dressed as an overgrown toddler as I quickly snapped out of my foggy stupor.

Anyone else find that there medical issue is both a part of life but also often become submissive to wearing them. That it becomes easy to wear hard to not. Both due to the possibility of having an "accident" when out or in company of others. Which both causes me to feel not just both embarrassed and humiliated but the fact that it's so hard to hide is awkward sometimes

Well, it has been over one year that I have been back in diapers full-time. I can say that while I do still have some control of my bladder, if I wasn’t wearing diapers I would have many, many wet, sometimes poopy, pants accidents. Also, there isn’t a morning I don’t wake up to a wet diaper, sometimes poopy, and sometimes damp sheets on my crib mattress. I am very happy with wear I have gotten to and will stay the diapered baby that I am. I don’t think I have a choice anymore without going through potty training again. No thank you. Last time I tried that I was 4 years old. My mom thought when I got out of night diapers at 10 years old that I would be in diapers forever. Turns out she was right.

on the list: diaper covers, plastic pants and vinyl pants. not on the list: diaper shorts

I'm sure you would little buddy, and I'd be the first to join you!?????❤️?????

Yeah, your probably right buddy!?? But for people like us in this community, that's every baby's dream, minus the stroke of course! ??☺️??❤️???❤️??

Don't know if you need to be jealous because most of it comes with having a Stroke and I don't wish that on anyone. It was just making it a bit more babyfied that made it a bit more fun.

You seem like you lead a very good life buddy!?☺️? I'm kinda jealous.??? LOL!???

One thing I would love sometime is a play time with another baby/toddler.

I'd love to sit down and join you!??☺️??❤️????❤️

We have an 11 year old, tri-red, miniature aussie shepherd. She still looks like a puppy though ?

Captain Kangaroo, Lucy"s toy shop

I absolutely loved reading this. Growing up I was just potty trained as a normal toddler and really growing up never thought of wearing diapers or anything like that once I was potty trained and I believe that must have been around 3 years of age. Then 10 years ago things changed drastically in my life when I had a Stroke which left me incontinent to both bowel and bladder and other medical issues as well. This led me to have to rely on diapers 24/7. I went 7 years just wearing them being changed by my caregiver and cleaned. Then I found out about this lifestyle and since I was already somewhat living mostly like a toddler in many ways being totally taken care of. Being changed, having my food cut up, drinking from a sippy cup , help with bathing and being put to bed I thought why not just baby it up a bit and have some fun with it. So my caregiver and I talked it over and we took things slowly and now it is what it is now. I am so glad I can actually have fun with what has been given to me in a medical condition. Wearing diapers is no longer just a necessity for me but it is also fun for me. I am so glad it is fun for you as well.

Hi LittleFallenPrincess. Just want to tell You i love love love your first 3 stories so so so much ❤️❤️❤️ I love long stories that has a “story to tell” and at the same time really describe the Interaction and development of thoughts, feelings communication and connection between little(s) and there partner/mommy/daddy and other characters. Thank you for share your stories ??

I love stuffed animals. There is so much comfort in snuggling a soft cuddly stuffed animal especially during naptime and bedtime. I love my stuffed piggy in my arms and the comfort of me sucking on my paci during my nap and night night time. I get such good sleep.

So cute. I love stuffies.

Just saw this on Engadget. An adult version of the baby "chatty phone" --- uses bluetooth to link to your iOS/Android device. https://www.engadget.com/fisher-price-working-chatter-telephone-040026739.html

No, I do not want to leak especially when out with my caregiver. These diapers have been great though. When I am out for an extended period of time I can fill them pretty good before I have to be changed. Now if I am out and go poo poo in it ,we find a family bathroom to change me pretty quickly because of the smell.

That is actually a really great idea. I think that would work well for the wet diapers. Not so sure for the stinky ones though.

My oldest sibling is my brother and the middle one is my sister. I loved it being babied. Being several years younger than them they would always want to play with me and especially my sister would want to help my mom change me and dress me and give me my bottle. The would sing songs to me and stuff like that. My mom and dad also told me because I came later they were also more financially stable at that time and I was able to have more things and go more places.

But does baby have his paci with him though?!???? I hope you sleep well tonight baby!????☺️?❤️ I bet that clean diapie feels very comfy on your little baby butt! *Pats your diapered butt and rubs your back and kisses you on the forehead and cheek and ruffles your hair!*?❤️

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No problem! Anytime buddy!??❤️

I enjoy the cuddly footie fleece jamies especially in the cooler weather.

After realizing I wasn’t following her, Michelle called from the hallway. “ Leo, Baby, I hope you’re hungry ? I make a pretty good breakfast. “ “ Um...... yeah, I’m coming. “ Wearing just my diaper and a too small women’s v-neck t-shirt, I waddled out to see Michelle waiting for me about half way down the hallway. She was wearing the same t-shirt and panties as last night, and could tell right away I was staring at her lower half. Michelle put a thumb into the waist of her panties, and pulled them up a bit. “ What is it Baby ? Are you staring at me because you like what you see ???? Or...... is it because you’re jealous ? And you want to wear these yourself ? “ After laughing quietly, Michelle put an arm around me and pulled me down the hall. Not only was I upset about missing work today, but now I was embarrassed at Michelle’s comment regarding her panties. “ Do you know wear my phone is ? I really need to call the office, and try to explain myself. I do not typically miss work. “ Michelle handed me a glass of milk, and pointed to the table. “ Oh Honey.... you don’t need to worry about work today. Have a seat at the table while I get breakfast going, and I’ll explain everything that has already happened today. “ Seeing the time on the microwave, I thought to myself, it’s not even 10:00. How much could have “ already happened “ ? Michelle started with last night. Cheryl had felt guilty about how she treated me before we all went to bed, so she sent my company an email raving about my install. She apparently went on about how I went above and beyond what any other technician would have done. Complimenting my professionalism as well as saying I was courteous. “ Wow ! “ I thought to myself, but stayed silent while Michelle continued. She then explained that when Abby woke up this morning, she decided to let me sleep. She called the number on the paperwork that I left for Cheryl, told them that she was my girlfriend, and that I was staying home with a stomach virus. I found some comfort in he fact that I wasn’t a “ no call, no show “ today. Michelle could see the relief in my face. “ So relax Baby. It’s Friday looks like you’ve got a three day weekend. Which is good, because you’ve got a busy work week come Monday. “ I swallowed the last of my milk, and handed Michelle the glass, which she promptly filled..... even though I really didn’t want any more. “ What are you taking about a busy week ? I don’t find out my route till the morning of most days....... let alone an entire weeks worth of work. “ Michelle set a plate full of eggs and sausage with some hash browns in front of me, and sat down at the table. “ Well where do I start ? Leo..... Cheryl was a..... well we were all very busy this morning. “ Michelle explained that after receiving the email Cheryl sent, my boss called her first thing this morning to find out more about the install I had done. In the same phone call, Cheryl had inquired about getting forty rooms of her nursing home installed, and how would she go about making sure that it was me to do it. As if that wasn’t enough.... Michelle got on the phone after Cheryl, and scheduled a system to be installed at her house too. Seeing the wheels turning behind my eyes, Michelle began laughing again. “ Oh Baby there’s more. The three of us were on the phone for an hour and a half with your office. While Cheryl and I were on the phone Abby was playing with the tv, and decided she too wanted the same thing in her house...... So when I finished Abby set up an install as well. “ I had now stopped chewing, and just stared at Michelle. I was doing the math in my head, with the number of rooms and the referrals added on I was looking at close to $2000.00 for a weeks work. Michelle laughed heartily at my stupefied state. “ There’s one more thing Honey. You do know this is just a vacation home that Abby and Cheryl share..... right ? “ I nodded acknowledging that I did. Michelle sipped from her coffee before explaining that Cheryl wants to be able to take her receivers back and forth between her two houses. In order to do that, she agreed to buy a kit for me to install at her house so that she can just plug her receivers in where ever she chooses to be. “ Well... I don’t know what to say. “ I was shocked and incredibly grateful. “ A nursing home is a job..... that.... well commercial jobs pay a lot of money...... I mean thank you. “ I finished my plate.... as well as the milk that I really didn’t want, and set the dishes in the sink. While rinsing them off, the same thing happened that always happens when I run my hands under water. That urge to pee.... this time though, without even thinking about it, I just went. There I was.... at the sink with my back to Michelle not even four feet away from me..... peeing in a diaper. I didn’t even try and hold it ! The hiss was so loud, it was as if a microphone had been put in my diaper. Too embarrassed to turn around, I just stood there at the sink with my hands on the counter. “ Well that had to feel good. “ Michelle gave my diapered butt a squeeze after setting her dishes in the sink. “ Do you need a change now or can it wait ? “ I felt the front of my diaper, squeezed the wet bulk around my ( for some unknown reason semi erect penis ), and came to the conclusion that I could wait. Not sure if it was because I was starting to like what a wet diaper felt like, or if it was because I was too embarrassed to be changed by Michelle again. “ It can wait. “ I lied and told her that I really didn’t go that much. However I did....... my diaper was flooded.

II “Secrets” We established early in our debrief that she couldn’t see what I was seeing when I was using the machine. The data stream that she monitored was like a heart monitor, “flat” points were the normal flow of events, and deviations showed as spikes in the line. “What happened here?” she asked pointing to the high peak in the flow. “I pulled out my phone and chucked it across the parking lot.” I told her. She nodded. “And these smaller jumps prior I assume were you discussing the success of the project with the me from your memory?” she asked. I nodded. “Okay, so what I need from you is both a memory where I’m not present, and for you to do absolutely everything different from what normally happened, can you do that?” she asked, saving the data from our test run and creating a new recording set up. “I can, but I have a question.” I said. She looked up from the computer at me, her green eyes sparkling with fascination at everything that was happening. “You have no idea what I’ll be doing unless I tell you, right?” I asked. She nodded. “And no way of seeing what’s happening beyond that reading?” I asked, pointing to the screen in front of her. She nodded again, slower this time. “You’re not gonna kill someone or something, right?” she asked with a nervous chuckle. I shook my head vehemently. “No! I just have a specific memory I want to go to, and it’s not something I really want other people seeing or knowing about.” I explained. She raised an eyebrow. “Even your best friend since birth?” she asked. I nodded. “Especially you.” I said. Her eyes went wider. “Jesus, Tim, what the Hell did you do?!” she asked. I swallowed hard and sat back in the chair. “When you tell me what you did when you tested the machine, I’ll tell you about this.” I said, making eye contact with her that she quickly broke. “Fine, we’ll keep secrets from each other forever then.” she said dismissively, her feelings clearly bruised that I’d keep something from her while helping her with her experiment, as she got up from her chair and affixed the machine to my head before returning to her chair. “I’m sorry, Care, but I’m just not ready to share some things with you.” I said quietly. She shrugged. “Have fun.” she said simply. As she counted down I crystallized the moment I wanted to go back to in my mind, tuning out the sounds of the machine building energy all around me, thankful my eyes were closed to not have to look at her pouting, the feeling of keeping her in the dark hurting me as much as it hurt her but knowing that she’d probably stop the experiment if she knew what I was doing. The rush of sound and feeling of falling was far more intense this time, I felt like a top spinning out of control in complete darkness as voices filled my ears, I wanted to look but kept my eyes shut, I heard familiar and unfamiliar voices hurtling past me and absently wondered if they were voices from memories between where I was going and where I’d been before all sound faded out and the sounds of the world slowly built back up like when your ears pop from flying on a plane or going underwater. “Tim? You okay?” her voice asked. A warmth washed over me at the sound of her voice and I failed to contain a smile as I opened my eyes slowly and saw her sitting next to me in the passenger seat of my car. She was just as beautiful as I remembered. “Yeah.” I said quietly. “Just fine.” I added. She returned my smile, her braces showing for the briefest of moments before she dialed her smile back to cover them once more. My love for her was complete, had been when this moment had originally played out, but her self consciousness about her braces was one of the little details that I found myself forgetting and then remembering randomly again, and it always made me love her that much more when I did. At nineteen it was normal for her to be self conscious about having braces, but there was something about the way she was self conscious about them I found absolutely adorable. She wouldn’t just refuse to smile, she loved to smile and did it often, but she would genuinely forget that she had braces and then suddenly remember and do the most nonchalant and casual closing of her lips to hide them even though anyone that knew her knew she had them and anyone looking at her had seen them when she’d smiled big but still she did it and acted like she’d pulled off the greatest lie in the world by suddenly hiding them. “I love you.” I said suddenly. She blushed. “I love you too.” she said, looking into my eyes with her own shimmering green lenses. “Are you ready?” I asked her after savoring the moment of gazing into her eyes. She nodded softly. “Nothing crazy, right?” she asked. I smirked. “Nothing that will hurt you.” I clarified. “All of this is crazy.” I added. She blushed once more and swallowed nervously. “And if I want to stop?” she asked softly. I reached out and took her hand in mine and kissed the top of it. “The safe word is ‘Arugula’.” I reminded her. She took a deep breath and nodded once. “I’m ready.” she said. When this had happened the first time, we’d planned a shopping trip to a local grocery store an hour away. She’d allowed me to help her climb into one of the shopping carts and I pushed her around the store talking to her about foods she’d enjoyed when she was a little girl and things she’d liked to play with, and ended up buying some Arrowroot cookies and a coloring book and crayons before we left the store and went back to my house. She’d agreed to a bath and I helped her undress and lovingly washed her and she spent the next hour after that wrapped in a towel coloring and snacking on her baby cookies and it was a beautiful and sweet day in our life together and I cherished the memory but always wondered whether things could’ve gone further had I not been a nervous nineteen year old that was too afraid to go further because of the fear of losing her. I opened my door and got out of the car, closing the door behind me and making my way around to her side, opening her door and taking her hand to help her step up and out before closing the door behind her. She’d worn a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, something cute but not juvenile, a mint green shirt with a cartoon unicorn licking a rainbow like it was an ice cream cone. She’d done her auburn hair into a loose ponytail secured with a light purple hairband. Leading her by the hand to the front of the store I felt her grip tighten lightly and looked back at her with a reassuring smile the she returned without showing her braces. When we reached the front of the store I let go of her hand and pulled one of the carts out of the train and held out my hand once more. “Your chariot awaits, my dear.” I said with a little bow. She giggled and took my hand and gasped as I moved in and scooped her up in my arms, turning to put her feet over the side of the cart and allowing her to situate herself in the main body of the cart. She settled on what the kids call “crisscross applesauce”, a position seen in classrooms and day cares all over the world where small children sat around a focal point in rapt attention. I became her focal point as I stepped to the front of the cart and looked down at her within. “Comfy?” I asked. She blushed and nodded. I nodded my approval and backed the cart up, turned it around and drove it into the store. I knew from the first time that she couldn’t see where we were going and didn’t know the aisles until we were on them and she saw the shelves begin to go by, and I’d passed by the aisle I’d wanted to go down several times on that trip, pretending I was looking for something else, gauging her reaction as we passed by the aisle in question to see if there was anything I could spot as a nervousness or fear that we’d head down that aisle, but she’d just sat and looked around at the store and I’d abandoned my hopes and wants and skipped the aisle entirely. Now was completely different, now I was a man with a plan and zero fear of failure. The aisle came into view, the brightly colored packages beckoning him to them. “First stop.” I said as we turned the corner and I watched her cheeks go pink as she looked at the shelves on either side of her and then up at me with her mouth open in stunned silence. “What-” she started to say but then looked around her again and then back up to me. “What are we doing on this aisle?” she asked, her voice very quiet and very small, almost trembling with nervous energy. I smiled down at her. “Well, I wouldn’t be a very good Daddy if I didn’t make sure my little girl was protected from embarrassing accidents, right?” I said nonchalantly as I moved the cart slowly forward. Her blush darkened but she remained silent, her eyes looking down to the mesh bottom of the cart and the floor beneath. The ‘D’ word, “Daddy”, not the other one, had only come up during sex up to this point. I’d requested she call me that during and she’d complied without hesitation and my nineteen year old brain immediately assumed that meant she was a little and would absolutely be interested in more ageplay things up to and including the other ‘D’ word, “diapers”. “I don’t have accidents though.” she said softly, looking up at me with almost pleading eyes. I nodded and reached forward to pat the top of her head. “And Daddy is very proud of his little girl for doing such a good job at keeping her panties all nice and clean.” I told her in my most syrupy sweet voice, savoring the sight of her blush holding on her normally pale cheeks. “But, remembering to use the potty can be hard when little girls get wrapped up in playing, right?” I asked, looking at the packages as we moved past them. “Tim, I-” she started to say. “Daddy.” I interrupted. “Little girls riding in the cart shouldn’t address adults by their first names.” I explained, wondering how far I could take this before she stopped me. She swallowed hard and chewed her bottom lip nervously. “Daddy, I don’t want to wear…” she started, looking down at her hands as they absently pulled at the leg of her jeans. “diapers.” she finally squeaked out. “I know, baby, but they’ll be for just in case and Daddy will take you to the potty when you need to go.” I told her. She looked like she wanted to press the matter but said nothing else for a long moment and then finally looked up at me again, her eyes wet with forming tears. “Please, Daddy, no diapers.” she pleaded softly. I went around to the side of the cart and knelt down to look at her through the mesh. “You know the word you have to say to stop this.” I reminded her. She looked at me through the side of the cart and a lone tear fell from her eye and she sniffled but shook her head. I felt a swell of victory as I stood back up, secure in my power over her and the situation as I went back to the front of the cart. “If you’re going to cry, Daddy can get you a pacifier too.” I offered as I reached out to a small row of pacifier packages hanging from a clip beside the colorful packages and pulled one off and dropped it into the cart beside her. She made a soft mewling sound as more tears formed and fell but stayed quiet. “Until we pay for them though, maybe you should just suck your thumb.” I said casually. Thumb sucking was something else I’d introduced into our sex life, telling her that she needed to be quiet so my mother or her parents didn’t hear us when they were home, delighting in the soft whimpers and moans that came from behind her closed lips as they wrapped around her thumb. I’d gone further with it as time went on, explaining that she could suck on it while pretending it was me in her mouth and once again delighted in her eagerness to suck her thumb as we had sex. She was fully crying as she bashfully balled her fist up and slowly brought her extended thumb into her mouth, wiping her tears away with the back of her free hand as she sucked softly on the digit. “There’s my good girl.” I praised as I pulled the cart to the center of the aisle and looked at the largest sized baby diapers they had, picking up a pack and reading it, hiding my satisfaction at seeing her completely obedient to my wishes inside the cart. I’d done my research ahead of the shopping trip the first time and knew what diapers would fit her, this was all just part of the foreplay for me, knowing that she was allowing herself to be reduced in status with every new request and choosing not to stop what was happening despite having the ability to. The package went into the cart in front of her so that the smiling baby on the front was locked in an unblinking stare with her as she sat in cowed silence. Wipes and powder followed a moment later and then a package of bottles. “Would my baby like some nummy cookies?” I asked as we stopped in front of the baby food and I picked up the package of Arrowroot cookies for her to approve. The memory of her childhood enjoyment of the cookies brought a smile to her face behind her thumb and she nodded eagerly before they went into the cart beside her. I let up on the gas and calmly drove us away from the diaper aisle. “I’ll bet my baby would like to color a pretty picture for Daddy before her nap, wouldn’t she?” I asked as I turned onto the aisle with the magazines and found the coloring book section. “How about pretty princesses?” I asked her as I held up a generic princess coloring book for her to approve. She nodded softly and sniffled once more, forcing a little smile up at me. Into the cart went the coloring book and a pack of chunky crayons meant for less dexterous little hands and I moved to another aisle and got some apple juice for her bottle and a container of milk and chocolate sauce for a special chocolate milk treat and rested my arms on the bar as I leaned forward and smiled at her. “I think we’re all done, baby girl!” I cooed to her. “Unless you can think of anything else.” I offered. She thought for a moment and lightly shook her head, pulling her thumb from her mouth. “No, Daddy.” she said softly. “You must be feeling better if you don’t need Mr. Thumb anymore.” I teased as I turned the corner and pushed it toward the checkout. She blushed and nodded but stayed quiet as we pulled up alongside the checkout belt. “Thank you for choosing Shop N’ Save, did you find everything you needed today?” an older man behind the register asked. Older is a relative term, he was probably about my age in the present, but compared to two nineteen year old’s he was an old man. “Yes sir.” I said as I pulled the items from the cart and put them on the belt, watching her squirm as each more babyish thing came into view of anyone watching, which no one was. He quickly rang everything up and the young lady at the end of the line bagged them and set them into the cart without a word or even an acknowledgment of the similarly aged girl sitting in the cart, and I thanked them both as I took my receipt and we made our way back to the car. As I put the bags in the trunk I watched her sitting quietly, wondering what she was thinking about, wondering if she was going to fight with me once we were in the car away from prying eyes. “Ready to get out?” I asked, making her jump as she was pulled out of her deep thoughts by the sound of my voice. She nodded and stood up slowly as I held the cart still and quickly shifted to grabbing her and pulling her from the cart to set her on her feet on the asphalt before I took the cart to the return area and went around to her side and unlocked and opened her door for her, helping her down into the seat and reaching in to buckle the seatbelt for her, sneaking a soft kiss onto her cheek making her smile and show her braces for the first time since this trip started. Once we were on the road I held out my hand and she placed hers in it gently. “Penny for your thoughts, baby?” I asked. She was chewing her bottom lip again. “I-” she started but stopped, sighing softly. “That was-” she started once more, but stopped again. “You never said the word to make it stop.” I reminded her. She nodded softly. “Did you want me to stop?” I asked. She said nothing as she looked down at her knees and shook her head softly. “Talk to me.” I urged calmly. “Please.” I added. She wiped her eyes again. “When I was little,” she said softly, “maybe seven, I don’t remember, we went on a family trip to my grandmother’s house out of state.” she said. “My sister was only two and hadn’t been potty trained yet, and my mom and dad agreed that it would be a good idea if I wore a diaper for the trip because it was a long drive and the more we stopped the longer it would take.” she explained. “I take it that wasn’t the best feeling for you.” I said. She nodded. “I threw the biggest tantrum when they told me and my mom told me that I needed to be a mature big girl about the whole thing and literally lay back and accept it.” she said. “When I didn’t, they agreed that if I was going to act like a baby they were going to treat me like one and I spent the whole drive with a pacifier or a bottle in my mouth like my baby sister.” she explained. “So, all of this-” I started. She nodded. “Kind of dredged some stuff up.” she finished. “Hey, if I’d have known, I wouldn’t have pushed you so hard.” I told her. She looked at me and smiled with her braces. “I’m glad you did.” she said softly. “I’ve thought about that moment a lot since it happened, and I think it’s the reason that I…” she trailed off. I squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Aren’t in a rush to make something like that stop?” I asked. She nodded and suddenly broke out laughing, breaking the quiet of the car and startling me. “God, what a freak I am!” she exclaimed. I chuckled and kissed her hand. “No more of a freak than I am for wanting to put my grownup girlfriend back in diapers.” I told her. She squeezed my hand and shifted in her seat to lay her head on my shoulder as she brought her thumb up to her face. “Can we be freaks together forever,” she said before putting her thumb into her mouth, “Daddy?” she asked around her thumb. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I squeezed her hand. “I’d love nothing more, baby.” I told her, knowing that we’d never live that life. As my tears began to fall the world around me began to disappear as I was pulled back to the present, hoping that I hadn’t been crying as I sat in the chair and having to explain things I wasn’t prepared to discuss with Carolina. As everything returned I wiped at my dry eyes and looked up at Carolina, standing at the end of the chair with a sympathetic look on her face. “I couldn’t see what happened, but based on your readouts it wasn’t all positive for you.” she said. “I’m here if you need to talk.” she offered. I shook my head and immediately regretted the motion as I turned and vomited into the waiting bucket beside the chair.

Scene #133 “Daffy,” my beautiful bride asked me, “take a look at this.” We were on the couch, her with her tablet at one end, me with my phone at the other with my knees drawn under my blanket, cups of cocoa on the coffee table because it was finally chilly enough to drink hot things again. I sat up and scooted over to her. “What?” She tilted her tablet toward me to reveal Twitter. “Why is this funny?” I looked at the meme. I read some of the comments. “I don’t know.” “You have to know.” “I don’t have to do anything,” I said because I’m not a brat. I looked at the meme again. “I don’t get it. Sorry.” Mary shook her head, and a puff of irritated air flared her nostrils as she exhaled. “What’s the big deal,” I asked. “Between the two of us, no cool people live in this house anymore.” “You seem a little upset, so I’m not going to take that personally.” “There’s a ton of pop culture we don’t understand. What the heck is ‘yeeting?’” I shrugged; she looked at me like she was sorry to be delivering bad news. “I guess it’s official. Our generation isn’t the trendsetter anymore.” That wasn’t news to me. When all the new cast members on SNL are younger than you, it means your generation is no longer the cultural cutting edge, even if you personally never were, and that happened to me two or three seasons ago (and Mary is older but don’t tell her I said so). I wasn’t sure why this bothered her. She’s not a pop culture kind of person, and she wasn’t when I met her either. She always had Jagged Little Pill playing in her car, and it was fifteen years old by then (and we both like it, so no judgment). “What’s the big deal?” “The big deal is I used to be cool.” “Well,” I said sheepishly, “you’ve been awesome, but cool? Really?” She looked at me through accusing eyes above an I’m-faux-scandalized-by-your-betrayal gaping mouth. “I was too!” “Before I met you?” Like, seriously, not trying to be mean. “I was very cool in college,” she said sounding kinda offended. “Ya know what? Over my knee.” “What!?! Seriously,” I said as I got over her knee. She did tell me to, after all, and she’s in charge. Which come to think of it is kinda the antithesis of being cool. She’s awesome. But cool? “Yes seriously. You wanna talk about who’s cool and not cool she said …” “You wanted to talk about it,” I reminded her while she talked right over me. “ …Who’s getting her jammies taken down to get a spanking over her soggy diaper?” “That’s so not fair,” I grumbled. “You picked out everything I’m wearing.” In fact, she ordered me to hold still while she got it all on me. THWOCK! THWOCK! THWOCK! “Learning your lesson yet,” Mary asked me. “It would help if you told me what lesson you’re trying to impart.” True story. A snarky true story. “Something about name calling,” she said. THWOCK! “There.” “Uh, is that all?” “Yes. It was a very big spanking for such a little girl,” Mary teased me while tickling the backs of my thighs with her fingertips. “It’s okay that we’re not cool anymore,” I reassured her. “We’re other stuff.” I personally have no problem being other stuff and things. I don’t think I ever was cool. Witty, urbane, cultured, well read, lots of fun when I wasn’t being not fun – all of these things plus lots of others, I’ve been and still am. “Maybe we can be cool for our age,” Mary conjectured while absentmindedly running those fingertips of hers up and down the small of my back. That’s one of my happy-please-touch-me-here places. It turns me into a contented little puddle. She knows that. She wasn’t paying attention because she was so concerned with being cool for some reason. I knew the reason (a certain someone is soon to turn thirty-nine), but I decided not to say the reason from my vulnerable position over her lap. She could figure it out on her own. “Now that you mention it Mary, I bet you were the coolest girl at your college. You were a lesbian while the other girls on your floor were probably still experimenting. You were a trendsetter.” Not that being gay is trendy … though I think when she was in college it actually kinda was. Was Will and Grace still on? “There was that,” Mary said, clearly missing my joke. Mine is a very dry humor. Parched sometimes. I’m like a vodka martini with no vermouth at all (also called a ‘glass of vodka’). Those fingertips of hers … I let out my I’m-gonna-be-sexually-frustrated-all-day sigh just in time for the doorbell to ring. It’s a cardinal sin to get off of Mary’s lap before she tells me I’m allowe, but the rule isn’t strictly enforced, and I managed to spring myself upward, yank up my pajama bottoms, and get under the blanket without my feet ever touching the floor. I can acrobat when I need to. Well, not really and I probably couldn’t execute that maneuver again in a hundred years … at least not on purpose. “Shit,” I exclaimed. “Language,” Mary said to me even though she curses just as often as I do. She is a sorceress after all, cursing and vexing and casting spells. She’s been ensorcelling me for years. “I invited Nana over and totally forgot.” Mary looked at me expectantly, sparking a short-lived staring contest. “Are we pretending we’re not home,” she asked when neither of us moved toward the door. “What? No, just go answer the door.” “She’s your guest,” Mary said with a smirk that wasn’t visible but was so there. A blind cyclops with very little socialization coulda seen it. Mary made her tough-luck-for-you-I’m-having-fun face at me when I made my are-you-serious face at her. “Fine,” I said and threw the blanket off of me and over her head in what was definitely a deliberate gesture. She was snickering as I walked to our front door, and I felt the unmistakable rising heat of furious blushing as I walked through our little foyer. I opened the door to find a box and Nana on the sidewalk halfway between our houses with a delivery truck in the background driving down the street. Oops. “Morning, Daffy. Did you see me walking over,” she asked as she waved. I bent down to collect our package, whatever it was. Stuff just arrives now. “Um, yeah,” I said because that little fib seemed more polite than admitting I had forgotten I’d invited her over and mistaken a m package for her. Mary appeared behind me as Nana got to our door. “Morning, Mae,” Mary said. “I’ll take that,” and she took the box from me. “We’re moving slow this morning.” For a moment I thought that was directed at Nana, which would’ve been very rude to say to a senior citizen, but she was referring to us, still wearing our pajamas as the clock approached ten. “Good morning for that,” Nana said as I let her in and pretended not to notice the once over she gave me as she took notice of my outfit. “Kinda nice to have a little chill in the air finally.” “Can we get you anything,” I asked because I’m polite and because if I pretend everything is normal and just try to be a good hostess then it’s not such a big deal to be wearing the diaper Mary put me to bed in – excuse me, put on me before bed; she doesn’t put me to bed no matter what she likes to call it – in front of our guest. “I’ll have what you’re having,” she said and sat down on our couch. She looked as if she remembered something all of a sudden. “I saw the strangest man on your doorstep the other day.” “Hmm. Be right back.” I disappeared into the kitchen while hopefully Mary didn’t tell Nana any more about that person than was necessary. In fact, she didn’t need to say anything at all. Not a big deal. I poured cocoa from the pot (yes, we made it from scratch because it’s the simplest recipe ever) into a mug and put it in the microwave. That gave me twenty seconds to yank down my pajama pants, take off the diaper, and throw it away, but I decided to my ultimate annoyance the risk of being caught with my pants down was too great. “Daffy,” Mary called to me from the living room, “could you add a little Bailey’s to that?” O great, so now Nana knew our true dark secret: we booze up our cocoa. Cocoa drinkers are so cute, coffee drinkers say, to which my answer is yes were are and also there’s little alcohol in it. “Here,” I said as I handed her the mug. “I completely forgot I invited you over,” I tried to say all breezily, “or we’d have gotten dressed and made you breakfast. Can I get you anything else?” “I’m fine. Mmm, this is good cocoa?” “Daffy makes it,” Mary said a little too proudly. It makes me sparkly inside that she’s proud of the things I do, but sometimes they’re such basic things that I get blushy, like she’s bragging about how quickly I learned my ABCs. Which is an example I used because my mom was still telling people that when I was almost ten. I had lots of scholarly accomplishments in between, and Mom would rattle those off too, but she liked to start at the beginning. “I make a mean poptart too if you’re hungry,” I said because apparently I’m a grandma now and just keep offering food to people who’ve already said more than once they don’t want any. Not a very good grandma if all I had to offer on short notice was boozy cocoa and a poptart. Here’s some sugar and some other sugar and some stuff that used to be sugar before someone fermented it, I said in my head. And why is it ‘make a mean’ something? That’s like saying ‘I make a mean pot roast. It’s a total asshole and has no friends.’ Weird language we got here. “I already had breakfast. How are the two of you? I don’t think I’ve seen you in a bit,” she said to Mary. “We’ve been good. I’ve been a little head-down with work. We’re hiring like crazy right now.” Yes, about that. Mary made a joke the other day about being a woman trying to work remotely, make ends meet on a single-income, and change diapers between Zoom calls all without any help from a man. I didn’t find that funny at all. Hmmph! I do hafta admit as our conversation meandered all over the place – how she was, how her family was, how are families were, Halloween plans – even I forgot I was sitting there in a diaper that was not getting any fresher or more comfortable. Sorta kinda definitely the opposite. The plan, as I’ve come to recognize this pattern, was Mary would let me change after breakfast, except we didn’t have breakfast. We were just lounging around, and a shower was sure to happen soon except we had a guest. And it wasn’t commented on, which I guess means it really has gotten normal for me to be wearing one these things … Dammit … “C’mere,” Mary said to me after I zoned out on our conversation thinking about normalizing the abnormal and how that never seems to work out in my favor. I don’t even know why I got up (actually, I do – a pavlovian subby instinct to do as I’m told, but let’s pretend that’s not true). Nor did I know why Mary wanted me to come to her, at least not until she sat back against the arm of the couch and opened her arms for me. She just wanted me to sit between her legs so she could wrap her arms around me from behind. This may come as a surprise to you, but she likes me. She like likes me. And she loves wrapping her arms around my from behind and pulling me backward to lean against her. Nana let out this little sigh to accompany a wistful smile. “I like having you two as neighbors. It’s nice seeing two people so in love.” “Is that what we are,” Mary asked me. I just made bambi eyes at her. After a few beats, Nana asked, “So who was that young man I saw, if it’s okay for me to ask.” “A friend of a friend,” Mary answered. Come to think of it, we don’t even know if Tyler is his real name. “They just came over for a breakfast visit.” “I thought he was a playmate for Daphne.” “What made you think that,” I asked despite knowing or at least having a darn good idea. “He had a binky in his mouth. Only other adult I know who has a binky is you.” Okay, blushing again. “We actually don’t know him. The woman he was with is a good friend of ours.” Mary gave my side a light squeeze as though she wanted to tickle me physically while she tickled me verbally. “Sometimes she comes over to hang out with Daphne while I’m out.” Nana either didn’t think of whether there was a name for someone who does that or just didn’t think it worth commenting on. “Was it a good visit?” “Yeah. It’s nice to be seeing people again, and who knows? Maybe we made a new friend. Did you like him, Daffy?” “I guess. He didn’t talk much. Seemed nice enough.” “What did you two do,” Nana asked me. “Me? I didn’t do anything with him.” What would make her think I’d play with him? “He played with himself … BY himself, I mean.” “He brought some toys over to play with while we just had a regular visit.” That seemed to perplex Nana, and I can understand why. Though the word goes unsaid when it comes to Mary and me, or at least the word doesn’t escape Nana’s mouth, it’s pretty clear what our motivations are. Him just bringing over toys and playing on the floor? I can see why that would make less sense to her. “He just likes feeling little,” I explained and then regretted it. I really gotta stop trying to explain this stuff to Nana. If she wants to learn, she can google it. “That’s just how he de-stresses,” I added, hoping to clear it up. Not at all like me, I wanted to say and didn’t. That’s how he de-stresses, while Mary’s introduction of absorbent underpants has added quite a bit of stress to my life. Good thing Mary’s so good at taking stress away from me (most of the time) or she wouldn’t be able to add to it like she did. “Guess that’s one way,” Nana said like she still didn’t get it but also didn’t mind it. If Tyler wanted a person who treat him like his little side was perfectly normal, he could do a lot worse than Nana, not that even loose-lipped I will ever say that loud. Also, I am cypher; nothing escapes these lips unless I mean for it to. Um, really. Mary leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I do not,” I stage whispered back. Not because I was trying to be overheard so much as I’m bad at whispering and also did not like what Mary said to me … even if she wasn’t wrong. “A little bit,” Mary said back in a feeble attempt to soften what she said, that time not whispering in my ear. “Daffy needs a bath,” Mary announced before Nana could ask what she said. But first off, that is not what Mary whispered to me, so that just made me look anti-hygiene or something. What Mary whispered was that I was a little bit smelly. “I think so too,” Nana said with this almost condescending, head-tilted-to-the-side look like she was gently telling me to listen to Mary who isn’t even the boss of me. I’m the boss of me! It’s just that, like everybody, I also have a boss. Dammit … “You really shouldn’t keep her in a wet diaper after breakfast,” Nana said to Mary. Gotta say it: not a big fan of that comment. In fact, not a big fan of the way Nana addresses remarks like that to Mary instead of me, like Mary is supposed to take care of me and I’m just supposed to be cared for and not have a day or an opinion. I coulda taken it off! It’s not like Mary woulda stopped me. It’s just that the moment my butt was bare she’d have started hitting it with the flat side of a hairbrush. I am an adult! I have agency! I am an agent with agency who made the decision not to risk a consequence I didn’t want! Really … Dammit … “I usually don’t, but the morning got away from us.” “And if I’m a little smelly it’s your fault,” I said instead staying quiet which would’ve been so much smarter. “How do you figure,” Mary asked me like she was daring me to justify the unjustifiable. “Because … Because …” Aww, screw it. “Nana, she put this one on me at like eight last night and didn’t change me before bed.” “Mary,” Nana gasped, directing her ire at Mary where it belongs. All the ire belongs on Mary. And yes! It was Mary’s turn to blush for once. “She was hardly wet,” Mary tried to defend herself, “and it’s a thick diaper.” “I can see it’s a thick diaper,” Nana riposted (dammit!) while nodding toward that part of me where it was extremely obvious what I was wearing, “but that doesn’t mean she can stay in it for almost fourteen hours! I thought I smelled old weewee when she let me in.” Welp, fuck. I guess I hafta move to another state and change my name now. Or I would if Mary wasn’t holding me. She won’t let me go if I tell her moving. I mean, she could come too, but she likes it here. “Mine were bedwetters, and they never smelled from it. How would you like it,” Nana said to Mary. Good question, and Nana was actually pretty cross. And once again, her what? She never had one of me. Also, I’m not a bedwetter! Really! “The morning got away from us,” Mary tried again. “You don’t put someone to bed in a wet diaper. That’s just unclean. And are you using rash ointment in her fanny at night?” “No one puts me to bed,” I said quietly, but I coulda shouted it and I don’t think it woulda made a difference. Also, could we limit the amount my fanny is discussed to zero? “I have half a mind to come over here at bedtime and check on her,” Nana said. Threatened, perhaps. And holy moly did I not want that, not that Nana was serious … I think and hope and pray. “I don’t wear them every night,” I tried to get a word in edgewise. “She’s fine,” Mary said defensively. I think she was on the verge of getting her dander up. How well she fulfills her role as my domme and protector is not something she’s willing to listen to opposing opinions about for very long. I think Nana caught the hint of a this-isn’t-up-for-debate tone; I did. “She …” Nana looked down for a second and exhaled hard through her nostrils. “Sorry. I shouldn’t interfere. I just think she should get her diaper changed more often.” “I don’t wear them very often, is the thing,” I said to apparently nobody. “She gets changed when she needs it. She’s never gotten a rash. I like that you’re concerned about her though. We’re both very glad to have you in our lives.” This was really starting to sound like a woman and her mother-in-law arguing over how to raise a granddaughter, which no. Just no. “Can I say something,” I asked because how else was I supposed to be heard? They both looked at me. “I’m fine. No one needs to argue over me, and if they do I can argue on my own behalf.” “Of course you can,” Nana said apologetically. “I didn’t mean to imply that.” “I know you didn’t mean to. As much fun as it is watching you chastise Mary Ow! No pinching,” I said to the woman behind me. “I know how to handle her,” I finished my sentence. And there are several effective strategies. Red lights of course, but also asking nicely, begging, pleading, tantruming, throwing a fit, crying, and crying really hard. A sniffly ‘you’re hurting my feelings’ can get Mary to do or stop doing just about anything, not that I’d ever stoop to crocodile tears. O! And the giving and withholding of sex, though the last one is hard because reasons. “And despite appearances I do take care of myself.” Nana reached out and patted my knee. I don’t know if that was good-for-you pat or a if-you-say-so pat. “Well, when you’re with me I’ll make sure you get changed a lot more often,” she said with a wink that I didn’t even know what she meant by. “You’re with her now,” Mary said because she’s chaotic evil. Which is great and all most of the time. “I would, but you’re right. She needs a bath first, and I guess I should go so you can do that.” “I don’t need to be given a bath. I’m perfectly capable of showering by myself,” I reminded them. “Why don’t the two of you come over for dinner,” Nana invited us. “We’d love to.” “But I expect her to be dry and clean,” Nana said with a wink toward me again. Sometimes when she thinks she’s being helpful and is on my side she’s really not being helpful and is just embarrassing me and being a little condescending without meaning to.But at least she doesn’t mean to, unlike other women in my life (who I’m married to) who do mean to embarrass me but never condescend unless it’s in a playful teasing way. And she always makes sure I know it’s just teasing and is almost perfect at knowing when to stop. “C‘mon, stinky,” Mary said when we’d seen Nana out. “You’re gonna take that back if you know what’s healthy for you.” “I’m sorry.” She held out her hand to me. “You’re fresh as a daffodil, Daffodil. A daffodil that’s been wearing the same wet diaper for too long.” “And whose fault is that?” “I don’t recall you asking for a diaper change this morning.” “I asked last night before bed.” “And this morning?” “I got distracted by my phone.” “Too distracted playing to think about the state of her diaper. What stage of life does that remind you of,” she asked just so friggin delighted with herself. “Too distracted worrying about whether she’s cool to change a diaper. Ditzy babysitter stereotype much? That’s sad; how sad for you.” Her mouth formed this silently scoffing O that dissolved into a smile. “In,” she said at the bathroom door. “I can take a shower myself.” “You remember that speech you gave about sticking up for yourself? All I heard was ‘uwu uwu uwu.’” My turn to silently scoff. We’re kinda catty sometimes. “Enjoy the visit,” she said as she turned on the faucet. Guess she’s giving me a bath after all. There are worse things than being bathed by a beautiful woman. Really. “Coulda done without the back and forth between you two about … you know,” I said as I stood there wearing the thing. I just don’t like to say it. “She’s just trying to be helpful. She cares an awful lot about you.” “And I still don’t know why.” “Does it make you I comfortable?” “Just don’t like the way the two of you argue about me like I can’t understand what you’re saying.” “Hold on,” she said. “I wanna check something.” She pulled out the collar of my top. “I knew it.” “What?” “There’s that little red spot on your collar bone.” Stupid spot revealing my innermost thoughts and feelings. “That’s beside the point.” “I think you don’t like us arguing, but you do like being talked about like you’re too little to have an opinion.” “I’m splashing you when I get in the tub, just FYI.” “Then I better take off my top,” she said and yowza! “Is it me or is that spot on your collarbone getting redder?” “You have a tell too.” “What’s that?” “I can’t see it with your pants on.” She grinned at me. “Such a dirty little thing. I just may have to climb in this tub with you to get you extra clean, after I’ve washed the weewee away.” “I am royalty after all. I should be clean enough to eat out of … OFF of.” “Princess Malaprop,” she chuckled. “Even if I did like being talked about that way, which I don’t, she doesn’t know that. Totally different vibe like she thinks she needs to do that. I’m gonna talk to her about it. I know she means to be helpful. Sweet that she wants to stick up for me, but there’s a line and she’s right on the edge.” And when she does that, she’s basically questioning my judgment, like I can’t set and enforce my own boundaries for my own good. And need I remind everybody that I’m the one who put Mary in charge? She didn’t pick me off a shelf. We picked each other and I asked her to be in charge. “And I don’t like her questioning how you take care of me.” Good subs are protective of their dommes too. “Aww. Such a sweetie pie.” I got a kiss on my cheek and one of her I-am-thankful-for-you smiles. “Now, let’s get these down,” she said as she stripped my pajama pants off me, “and let’s get this open.” She ripped the tapes off and pulled the thing out from between my legs. “Ugh. I stink.” “I told you, but you had to go making a fuss.” “I’ll show you how hard I can heckin fuss one of these days.” “In in,” as she gestured toward the tub. “So heckin hard,” I sighed contentedly as I sat down in the hot water and leaned back as Mary got the sponge soapy.

This is really a great post. We all need to know what they go through this is just one part of having autism. Great job and thank you. :-)

well first time ivee been mentioned in forums ?? i miss playing with leos and star wars toys for hours on end with an infinite imagination to expand my playtime with. On your poinnt though, Spidey, meeting friends was so much easier when we were younger. We all had places to go and make friends. I miss that, too. Ive deleted so much of my social media because idk what to do with it, yet all I want to do is meet other abdl nerds like me.

Just wait until these Entities find out there are perverted humans out there who get off on being humiliated and infantilized!

Oh no problem, and thanks! LOL

I was hoping as I read the ending that you might be starting a series. Good to know you're thinking the same way. ?

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

Ask yourself this,”isn’t this a better frame of mind than becoming withdrawn, depressed or house bound?” Knowing that in today’s world, loss of bladder control is not the stigma it once was and people are more aware these days. I’d say becoming a DL due to bladder issues is a far better alternative to these issues and allows us to still be active in life. Yes wearing a diaper reminds us of being a baby or not being grown up so that could bring on a submissive tone. Not to mention all of the different diapers that are on the Internet today, it’s hard to imagine more incontinent people not leaning towards being an AB or DL. For people like me, diapers make me feel safe and secure, knowing I won’t have a urine stream running down my leg or soaking my clothes at any give time. The more time spent wearing diapers in my opinion, the more accepted they become to us and it’s easy to feel submissive and perhaps a bit naughty that we’re back in diapers. I still believe this is a much better outlook on life than believing your life is over. And if you think about it, what’s wrong with letting your inner child out in the open?

Chapter 56: Christmas Day I awoke from my sleep to find it still dark. You could see the sun on the horizon, so it must be early. And to my surprise, I didn’t wake up next to Charlie or in her arms. Instead, I woke up in my crib at the foot of her bed. Jolting up, I looked over to our bed, hoping to see Charlie. My fears were calmed when I saw my beautiful girlfriend sleeping blissfully. ‘I wonder why she put me in my crib? Usually we sleep together, even after a bit of baby time...’ Looking over to her bedside table, I could faintly make out the time; it was just before seven in the morning. That’s when I realised... It was Christmas day. Now normally, this would be any other day to me. I’d wake up, eventually open some presents that my friends had given me, watch some movies, and just generally avoid any festivities. But after Charlie shared her love of the season with me, part of me was really excited for what today held. And to make it even better, my newly awakened baby side was extremely excited to see what Santa had brought me. Like, I knew that Santa was Charlie. But somehow it didn’t stop it from feeling magical. And I don’t think I would have felt the same way without my baby side. ‘Well Charlie said she wanted me little today, at least for most of it. So... why not? Let’s embrace this for once...’ I stood up, a bit wobbly, noticing Charlie had dressed me in a footed sleeper and a very thick nappy. She must have done it whilst I was asleep. Holding on to the bars of the crib, I took a deep breath. “MUMMY!” I shouted playfully. I waited for a reaction. Nothing. “MUMMY MUMMY MUMMY MUMMY!” I started bouncing up and down, before losing balance and falling back onto my thickly padded butt. “Huh? Liv? Wha...what’s up?” Charlie asked, half asleep. I got back up off my bum and went to the crib rails. “I WANNA SEE IF SANTA HAS BEEN!” Charlie rubbed her eyes and read the clock on the bedside table. “Well I guess this is what I get for having a little baby for a girlfriend...” “MERRY CHRISTMAS MUMMY!” “Merry Christmas sweetheart. Give Mummy one minute, I’m still half asleep!” I stood patiently in the crib as Charlie rolled out of bed, threw on her nightgown and walked over to the crib. “Hello princess. Ready to see what Father Christmas has brought you?” I nodded excitedly. This was going to be my first proper Christmas. My first Christmas as baby me. And also my first Christmas with my Mummy and girlfriend. This was going to be special. I could tell. I lifted my hands up, doing the grabby hands thing until Charlie picked me up out of the crib, pulling me up onto her hip. “How’s the nappy little princess?” She slipped a finger in. “Dry. Good girl! But don’t hold it in, okay?” “Otay Mummy!” Charlie quickly grabbed my dodie from the crib and placed it in my mouth. It must have fallen out whilst I was asleep. Walking into the living room, my eyes widened as I beheld the sight in front of me. Presents. Like... everywhere. There were a dozen or so under the tree, a big pile on the recliner, and a big line of them along the sofa. The stocking I hung up on the fireplace was now full, and the treats I left out for Santa were gone. ‘Charlie must have eaten the mince pie and drank the sherry when I fell asleep on top of her.’ Charlie set me down on the floor in the middle of the living room. I looked around, overwhelmed by all the gifts surrounding me. “Deese are all for... me?” I asked. “Of course they are babygirl. Do you see any other good little girls here? No? Well it must be you then!” “Buh...” “Baby, I’ve been hoarding my money for ages. Let me treat you. Wait... no... Santa wanted to treat you.” She said, winking at me. “....Fine.” “Which are you going to open first sweetheart?” “Ummm... dis one!” I picked out a big present next to the tree. “Well go on then, unwrap it. See what you’ve got!” I hastily unwrapped it, more excited about a gift than I had ever been. It was an enormous teddy bear! Quickly unwrapping the packaging, freeing the giant, snow-white bear, I pounced on it, hugging it tightly. “D’aww well I’m glad you like them. You’re going to have to come up with a name for them!” “I’m not very good at coming up with names for stuffies...” “That’s okay poppet, we’ll come up with something today, okay?” I nodded and moved onto the next present, picking a small one from under the tree. Unwrapping it, I saw it was another stuffie. “I promise you they’re not all stuffies, babydoll. That’s the only other one.” Looking closely, it was a little fox stuffie, with something stitched into the chest of it. “Umm... ‘Baby Livie’... Charlie! Ahhhh!” I shoved my face into my new stuffie, trying to hide my blushing cheeks. “D’aww, that’s just the reaction I was hoping for!” I sat the new stuffie in between my legs so they could watch me open everything else. It took a while, but I managed to open everything. There were the two stuffies, a wooden train set, some stacking rings, a bunch of interactive baby toys, a dolly, some babyish video games, some sweeties, a pack of crayons and three colouring books of different themes, and then some chocolates and an orange in the stocking. Honestly... any baby would love this. That side of me definitely loved it anyway. Charlie got down on her knees and crawled over to the tree, reaching her arm underneath it. “One more gift. This one is from Eve. She said it’s very special and it’s for the both of us. I don’t have a clue what it could be, so why don’t we open it together? The rest of the gifts from friends we’ll open later when you’re a big girl.” Charlie lifted one small, carefully wrapped present from underneath the tree. She must have hidden it behind the tree base so I didn’t rush to open it myself. Charlie sat down next to me on the floor, and scooted us both back so we were leaning against the edge of the sofa. “Right, let’s see what Eve has got us that’s so special...” Opening the present, there was a little box. And a note that said “Read me first”. Charlie took the note and read it aloud. “To Liv and Charlie. You’ve been through so much, and explored so much of yourself these past few months. I know you’re still figuring it out, especially with Liv and her baby side, so here is a present for both of you. It’s a little thing I’ve been working on with my team that you’ve got early access to. I know Liv wanted this, so I’ve been working on it for a while. I hope you both enjoy it! P.S. Liv, we carry on your therapy after the holidays.” Charlie put the note to the side. “Huh? What is it?” I opened the box. “Umm... pills?” “What? Is she trying to give us drugs or something? I mean I’m not going to complain, but what are they exactly?” I started reading the label out loud. “FOR AMAZON USE ONLY. Take one and wait thirty seconds before breastfeeding. This will inhibit the effects of Amazon breast milk when breastfeeding a little. Warning: Whilst it restrains the effects of breast milk, it does not prevent some of them outright. You may still experience some drowsiness and loss of bladder control for up to an hour, but no permanent loss of control will occur.” I did a double take. “Wait... did Eve really manage to make feeding safer? No addictiveness? No loss of bowel control? Only an hour’s loss of bladder control? Jeez. And by the sounds of it, it’ll make me a bit drowsy but won’t put me to sleep like it usually does!” “Oh damn. That’s amazing! Do... is that something you’d like to try again pumpkin?” “Umm... I mean... I did really like it when we did it. And not just because of the addictiveness and stuff. I mean... I wouldn’t mind trying it if you took these.” Quickly grabbing the bottle from me, Charlie unscrewed the cap on the top and took one. Examining it, she shrugged and quickly swallowed it. Screwing the cap back on, she put the bottle to the side and looked at her watch. “Umm... now?” I asked nervously. “Yes sweetpea. I’ve been dying to do this for you for so long. And I want to see if they work. You look so peaceful and happy whilst feeding, and I want to give you that again. And if I can give you that without any nasty side effects, then we’ll give it a go. You ready?” We waited a minute just to be sure. Lifting me up, cradling me in her arms whilst still sat on the floor, she rocked me gently. “Ready babygirl?” I nodded and smiled, nervous about these pills but also excited. Charlie unclasped her nursing bra and revealed her breast to me, and as if nothing had happened since the last time we did this, I instinctively started suckling. I didn’t even need her to guide me or encourage me. I just suckled happily as the milk flowed into my mouth. It tasted... off. Don’t get me wrong, it tasted amazing. Like still one of the best things I have ever tasted. It was so similar to how it used to taste. But... I didn’t feel the cravings I felt from before. It worked! Eve actually did it! Enjoying every drop of milk that graced my tongue, I felt myself collapse and melt into Charlie’s arms. I was so at peace with the world, so happy, so safe, so comfortable. And I couldn’t be happier. I wasn’t the only one enjoying this, opening my eyes I could see Charlie looking down at me with nothing but love and happiness. “Is it good baby?” I muffled an “Uh huh” whilst still nursing. “I guess we’ll see how you feel when you’ve finished.” I didn’t care at this point whether or not the other side effects of her milk were still there or if the pills had done their job. I was in my Mummy’s arms and I couldn’t ask for more. After I had drained both breasts, Charlie lifted me up and sat me between her crossed legs. “So... how do you feel sweetheart?” “Amazing! I don’t feel cravings for it anymore, but it still tasted amazing! I still enjoyed the bond, but I don’t feel sleepy. Although I do feel a bit... I don’t know. It’s weird.” “Weird? Weird how?” “Snuggly. Like I’m not sleepy, but I really want to snuggle you. A bit... drowsy I guess.” “Then come here baby!” Charlie said, lifting me up and holding me against her. I snuggled into her chest and everything just felt... right. I didn’t want to sleep, I wasn’t tired. I just wanted to be in her arms, snuggled up. I just wanted to rest here for a bit and not have to do anything else. I did wonder, however, how Eve knew these would work. Did she test them? Who tried them? Did she try them? And on who? Zoey? Sarah? I guess I’d have to ask next time I see her. I felt Charlie checking my nappy. “Well they definitely didn’t remove the bladder control side effect. Soggy girl!” I blushed. I didn’t care that I was wet. I was happy, with my girlfriend/Mummy. And hey, I kinda liked them wet. Turns out the pills did exactly what they said they would. I haven’t had a messy accident yet, and it’s been a few hours. I had a few wet accidents, but that stopped shortly after an hour had passed. And the drowsy feeling faded in roughly the same time. Best part, I felt zero cravings. Maybe now we could make feeding a daily thing. Or more. It was now late evening on Christmas day. Charlie had cooked us a wonderful Christmas dinner, complete with all the trimmings. She even got me to try sprouts! I was dead set on throwing them out the window, but she threatened me with a spanking. I hadn’t had a spanking yet from her (whilst I was in babyspace anyway...), so I didn’t push it. But to my surprise, the fuss was a waste of time after all; I ended up really liking them. After dinner we were so full and our tummies hurt so much that we lay on the sofa for hours and watched TV, recovering from our food coma. Usually when we’re on the sofa, I lay on her chest, but this time we were both too full so I lay between her legs so we weren’t putting pressure on either of our stomachs. And as promised, in the evening, Charlie picked out an adult dress for me to wear. She did change me into a fresh nappy, we didn’t want to risk it with these pills, and we needed to know for sure they worked before I’d go unpadded. But I didn’t mind, I really loved wearing them. Which is something I never thought I’d hear myself say. As we sat there on the sofa, snuggled up next to each other, Charlie gently nudged me. “Babe? Want to open your big girl presents now?” “Oooh yeah! I nearly forgot about them after everything else we did today! Let me give first!” “Oh. Okay then. I’m excited what you managed to get, I noticed we didn’t get any deliveries and you’ve not been out...” “One second!” I said, rushing into the closet in the entranceway. I pulled out a box I had been storing there for a while. “How long has that been there? How did I not notice?” “You shove your coats in there. You never bother to look! There are so many forgotten objects in there that you’ve ‘lost’. So I figured it was the perfect hiding place. And... it’s been there a while. Since your birthday.” “Oh...” Charlie looked sad suddenly. “Don’t worry, this is a joint Christmas and birthday present all rolled into one. I hope you like it.” I handed her the box, and she carefully pulled the ribbons, opening the box, and her eyes started tearing up. “Oh my...” her hands shot up, covering her mouth. She lifted the dress out of the box, putting it against her body. It was a perfect fit. But hey, I designed it myself and I knew my girlfriend. Of course it would fit perfectly. “Liv, this... this is gorgeous... did you...?” “Yup. The best work I’ve ever done, if I do say so myself.” “It’s... oh my god, Liv it’s beautiful. It’s perfect.” She twirled around with the dress. I could just picture her wearing it now. White really suited her, and it would look perfect on her. So elegant, yet so cute, the dress flaunted her curves, making me even more gay. “Read the card.” I said, excitedly. “Oh yeah... sorry... ‘I love you forever and always, your Liv.’” She started crying at this point, rushing over to me, setting the dress on the sofa and snuggling me close. “Forever and always.” I said, snuggling her back. After a couple of minutes, she pushed me away from the embrace and quickly reached over the back of the sofa, pulling out two boxes. “Only two?” I said jokingly. “Well little babies need lots of presents. Big girls don’t need as many.” She smiled at me. “Here, this one first.” She said, handing me the bigger of the two. It wasn’t a very big box, but it was still double the size of the other. Quickly unwrapping it, I saw that she had gotten me the game I really wanted. “The Witches and Warlocks sequel! Oh my god! Charlie! Thank you! I’ve been looking forward to this all year!” “I know babe, you’ve not shut up about it! I’m glad you like it though.” I blushed. She remembered it. “Fank yoo...” my little side coming out ever so slightly. “You’re welcome sweetie. Now, this one is a special one. If you don’t want it, you don’t have to have it. But I... look, just open it and then see how you feel.” It looked like a jewellery box. Opening the box carefully, I saw a silver bracelet. “It... look, I used to get so scared whenever you left the house. Then everything happened and I’m even more worried for when you leave the house. And... I saw these.” “Wha? What is it?” “It’s a bracelet silly! But more importantly, it’s got a tracking device embedded. The battery will never run out. At least not in our lifetimes anyway! And this is why I want you to agree first... it locks.” “Locks? Charlie?” “So people can’t just rip it off you. If anything happens to you, I want to be able to find you instantly. I’m not going to go through all that again, and you shouldn’t have to either. If anyone tries taking you, then I’ll know where you are and can come get you straight away. The lock prevents them from throwing it away. The metal is near impossible to cut through with standard tools.” “But...” “Liv, I’ll have a key hidden on me at all times if we need it, and I’ll keep one here at home. There’s a third, I’ll give that to Malcolm to keep on himself or at the shop, okay?” “I mean... I guess.” “Babe, I am never losing you again. I...” Her face was full of worry and sadness. I didn’t like the idea of having this on me at all times, but I couldn’t stand to see her this worried about me. And to be fair, it was a good idea. “Charlie, don’t worry. I understand. I’ll wear it. You don’t have to tell me twice, I don’t want to be lost like that again. And... it’s beautiful.” I hugged her, and she kissed my head, holding me close. She then helped me put the bracelet on, which was surprisingly light. “I love you Olivia.” “I love you too Charlie!” “Now, we’ve got a few hours left of Christmas. And I’ve got my girlfriend looking gorgeous and stunning. I’m really glad I got you dressed up. Now how about I go undo that and we have some fun in bed?” I was already out of her arms, over the sofa and half way to the bedroom before she could put her glass down. I stopped in the doorway, peeking out and smiling coyly. “Coming... Mummy?” I purred like a kitten whilst raising my eyebrow. Charlie looked at me and grinned. “Just you wait you little minx! How about... we try some impact play tonight? I know a certain little girl whose cute little bum is owed some spankings...” I gulped and rushed into the bedroom, smiling. ‘Best. Christmas. Ever.’ ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Don't forget, my Patreon is up and running now, with the first six chapters available already of my new story, Witch in Training (Links below to both). It also gives access to my Discord server! Next chapter of Witch in Training Sunday. After some people asked if I'd post another one, and figuring that I had today free with no chapters to post as it's my day off, I decided to be nice and give you a bonus chapter for this week. 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I love to take the dog for a walk in a wet and even sometimes, messy diaper. There is a little bit of a waddle, but if you hide it well, with baggy clothes, long shirts, no one will know.

I personally did, but with a few changes to what people might assume to be a true 24/7. For starters, I don't want to be incontinent. I want to make sure that I still have control, so I only use my diapers when I feel its good to do so. If that means I'm waiting until the end of a work day, or until I get back from errands, I wait. I also opt to use the toilet at work when really needed (especially for messing) because admittedly that's a hassle I'm not willing to deal with at work. So my general day-to-day is a Molicare diaper overnight, a pull-up during the workday, then change back into a diaper after work. My immediate biggest problem was wearing 24/7 with a very physical day-job. That's why I opted for pull ups and using the restroom when needed for ease. On a good day, I get lucky and don't feel the urge to go #2 until I get home in the afternoon. That way I have plenty of time to shower! That's the first big hurdle in my book; how to handle that portion of diaper-wearing. Otherwise I find the smell control of wetting not too bad as long as I change and shower regularly. Cleaning your skin and keeping clean-shaven is a plus. There are very few people I've told. My partner, and a few knowing/trusting friends. My Daddy Dom and partner both love to pat my diapers among other things. I've been lucky and so far haven't had major leaks. I cannot stress enough bringing emergency pants (in a similar colour if you can) everywhere. In a bag/car/etc., as well as a mat in case you leak before getting in your car.