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Chapter 6 Daniel woke up again. He was still feeling sore, weak, and still concussed but that was not his main concern. He prayed that he wouldn’t be wake up in the weird dimension. He hoped that it had been a horrible nightmare, but here he was in a crib wearing a diaper and now even worse a pacifier in his mouth. Despite this there was not much he could do and just decided to speak “Hello,” He called out. The woman calling herself Mama said, “Hello sweetie did you have a nice nap.” He took out the pacifier and said, “Yes Ma’am.” She quickly responded, “Just call me Mama okay sweetie.” “Do I have to?” He asked. “Yes, you do Danny,” Mama responded. Danny resigned himself to that fact as much as he didn’t want to, “Yes Mama.” She must have seen how much it bothered him because she said, “It an adjustment I know but no more tears today please I seen a lot of your tears, but I haven’t gotten to see you smile Mommy and I want to see you smile.” It sounded like she was begging him which made him feel like he still had some control over the situation. That put him in a slightly better mood as he felt completely powerless since arriving here. “So, I am calling you mama and her mommy?” Danny asked “That’s right Danny, I know it may get confusing but your smart enough to figure it out.” Danny quickly responded, “If you are looking for smart you have come to the wrong place especially with this concussion.” Danny hoped that he could make myself undesirable to her and convince her to let him go and find someone else. Mama gave him a stern look, “Never put yourself down again, I understand you have a concussion but that doesn’t matter. You’re perfect just the way you are and don’t let yourself or anyone else tell you differently.” She made a mental note to talk to her sister Maddy about his self-confidence issues. “Okay,” Danny said not wanting to get into an argument that he knows he would lose. I clearly was not going to convince her that I was not the one she wanted. She had already locked in on him and him alone. Nurse Polly came into the room shortly after ending the conversation for the moment. “Hello, Danny how are you feeling?” she asked. “I feel okay, I guess,” Danny replied. She walked over and lifted Danny’s hospital gown up a little bit then told him, “Lay back down for a moment.” He complied as he didn’t see what good fighting her could do. The nurse then asked Mama “Do you have a diaper on you or do I need to run to the nurses station.” Danny quickly replied, “I’m sure the medicine has worn off by now, so I don’t need diapers anymore.” The nurse quickly said, “First it is hospital policy that all little must be diapered for their hospital visits, secondly the medicine lasts 10 hours and side effects can continue for a day afterward, so you’re not through with it. Plus, you’ll be getting another dose later tonight. Finally, how would you even be able to get to the bathroom in time if you can’t get out of the crib or even move your right leg, now please sweetie just let me diaper you.” She said all of it in a tone where she still sounding caring but also made it clear you couldn’t argue with her. Danny surrendered and let her change him into the diaper the woman calling herself Mama gave her, it was much thicker than the one he was wearing and instead of being plain white it had lions and tigers on the diaper. Once finished she then asked, “are you hungry?” “Yes,” he answered truthfully. “Hate to tell you more side effects means you have very limited options for lunch unfortunately,” the nurse said. “Of course,” he said annoyed. The woman who had been given the name mommy finally spoke “Do not be rude to her she is just doing her job.” She said it forcefully but not aggressively. She didn’t want one of her coworkers treated with so little respect by a little that she had adopted. Danny though was scared that she had been quiet so long and the first things she said was a forceful criticism of his behavior. If Danny was stuck with these two amazon women for the foreseeable future, he at least wanted to try to be on their good side until he could find away out of the situation Nurse Polly noticed the change in his behavior and asked, “can I pick you up?” He nodded. She gently picks him up and cradled him against her body. She then said to the two others in the room, “See this little one isn’t being rude or naughty, he is just scared in this unfamiliar place, where all the people are so much bigger than him and he just had a near death experience in his own dimension. Right now, just making him feel safe should be a top priority. I think a food from his dimension would make a good lunch for today. Do you like applesauce Danny?” “Can it at least be cinnamon?” he asked. “Yes sweetie, I will be right back with some cinnamon applesauce and milk for your lunch until then now I am going to give you to your Mama so I can get that for you.” He didn’t have a chance to respond before he was being handed off to Mama. She gently took Danny from the nurse making sure not to bump the bad leg and hurt him more whenever he was going to try to talk or protest, she just shushed him and held him tighter against her. Danny wanted to argue, fight, or struggle but it just was not working, he was at a total loss on what to do right now. He went to speak again but this time the pacifier from earlier was put back into his mouth. He immediately spit it out, but she just picked it up and put it back in. “You dropped your paci Danny, we have one that inflates in your mouth so you can’t drop it again, but I won’t have to use that one will I sweetie?” Mama said. Truthfully, she had not even brought the silencer pacifier, but she had a feeling he would be too weak or too scared to push it any further at the moment. She was right. He didn’t want her to use a pacifier I couldn’t take out. For the next 10 or so minutes they sat there as she was just holding him occasionally kissing my forehead and cooing at me. Then he heard the door again followed by Nurse Polly’s voice. “Here’s his lunch, bon appetite Danny!” She spoke. Next thing Danny knew he was being repositioned to sitting on mama’s lap and mama had the bowl of applesauce and a baby bottle of milk on the table next to the crib. She removed the pacifier and began putting a bib on him before saying, “Are you ready for lunch?” “Yes, I am” he said, and Mama picked up the spoon “You know I can feed myself, right?” “I know you can baby but this time Mama is going to feed you now open for the airplane,” she said a brought the spoon to his mouth. “I want to feed myself,” Danny protested. “I know,” Mama replied. “But it is not happening now please let me feed you.” “Why?” He asked. “Because I am in charge,” Mama said. “Plus, you still seem pretty weak from the medications, and I do not want you to make a mess in the hospital room.” “This is so stupid!” Despite this he opened my mouth and let her feed him. “I am sorry you feel that way,” Mama said as she feed him without playing too much because she did not want to make a mess. She did not want the hospital staff to have any extra work when they cleaned the room. From being around the hospital with her wife working their Angela knew they already had more than enough messes to clean up. Once she finished, she put the bottle of milk in his mouth and held it for him to suckle on. He thought the milk tasted weird. It was sweeter than normal milk. He did not have much time to think about that however as the milk was also making his drowsy and he quickly dozed off. Dr. Booker walked into the room about 10 minutes later. She saw Ashley sitting in a chair in the corner of the room and closer to the bed she saw Angela holding Danny, asleep in what was a clearly a poop filled diaper. Angela smiled at her before looking back at the little in her arms. “Breastmilk always does the trick,” the doctor exclaimed. “When he wakes up, we will do a quick last check and then he will be able to go to his new home to finish his recovery.” “That is great.” Angela exclaimed. “Understand he started giving you a more problems,” the doctor noted. “Yes,” Ashley replied. “Nothing major,” Angela quickly added. “Be prepared the sedative we gave him is slowly wearing off. That is part of what is keeping him so calm, I can give him another small doze of it before he leaves the hospital but eventually, he is going to start fighting you and medicating him into submission is not the right answer. “Still with his leg in the shape it is in, the sedative keeping him calmer is probably best,” Ashley said. “Agreed,” Doctor Booker replied. “You prescribed him a sedative also, correct?” Angela asked. She trusted her wife’s judgement and she seemed to think the sedative is important. “I did but it is weaker than the one we are using here.” Doctor Booker replied. She then used an oral syringe to give Danny another dose of the sedative. She then changed his diaper taking the sample she needed from it during the change. “Ok, everything is all set if you need anything push the call button and someone will be right in.” She said as she was getting ready to leave. Angela smiled “Thank you doctor” then turned to her wife “Looks like we will be home for dinner” “Do you have a plan for dinner for him or us for that matter?” Ashley asked. “We can order from Victor’s father’s restaurant down the street from here they have puree options” Angela said, knowing that it was Ashley’s favorite and Victor was a friend from college “Sounds good” Ashley said happy about the choice although she still prefers Angela’s cooking to anything you can get from a restaurant. “Are you nervous about having a little at home?” “Yes” Ashley responded. “Do not worry, we are going to be able to handle it. It might be a rough adjustment period but once we get through that everything will be perfect.” Ashley didn’t believe her but one of the things she loved about her wife was her optimism she just gave her a quick kiss and went back to waiting for Danny to wake up. Danny woke up to find once again the situation had not changed much. The concussion seemed to be getting worse, Danny thought. He just felt so out of it. “Oh, look who is awake,” Mama replied. “They are just doing the last test then we will be all ready for you to go home” Danny stayed silent on one hand he wanted to leave this hospital, but he also was not looking forward to his future as a baby for two amazon women. His mind was racing as he tried to find some way to get out of this. As an MMA fighter his first thought was to try and fight his way out but that would only work if he had 2 working legs and he doubted fighting them would affect them anymore than getting hit by an angry toddler having a temper tantrum. More than likely it would only make them angry. He doubted his ability to talk his way out of here as Mama seemed to be very excited to add him to her family although Mommy seemed much less excited, maybe that is something he could use to his advantage in the future. Running was the only other way he could think to escape but once again his leg being injured ruined that plan. At this point the best thing to do would be to grin and bear it until a way out presented itself. “No need to be nervous,” Mama said excitedly. “You’re going to love your new home plenty of room to play and do what you want.” He never thought he would miss that small apartment he had lived in back his original dimension. In a bad part of town where he could walk to work, his gym, and the bar it was not luxury by any imagination but now he has lost it all and would be at the mercy of the 2-giant woman in their home. He said, in a sarcastic tone, “sounds amazing.” “Oh, come on you have not even seen it yet give it a chance I promise we wouldn’t hurt you or let anyone else hurt you. I promise we are going to do everything in our power to make you happy, but you have to be willing to try, please.” Danny realized by the look on Mama’s face that his comment had really upset her. Mommy sat there with a disappointed look. “Ok, I will try my best but no promises,” he said feeling bad for her. It was clear she was excited to get a baby, he just did not want it to be him. Danny saying that put the smile back on her face though made it clear that he had said what she wanted. “It’s okay Danny I know these things take time. We all have some adjustments going forward but if we all just work at it, everything will be ok. Just promise me that you will talk to me about anything that makes you unhappy, not saying it will always change or be fixable, but I will do what I can to make you more comfortable.” “I promise,” he said. He realized this was probably the best he would be able to get right now. “Good to see things going so well in here,” Nurse Polly said who had entered during the conversation without either Mama or Danny noticing. “Are you feeling Ok Danny.” “I have some aches and pain but nothing that bad,” Danny responded honestly. “That is to be expected, I am going to put a brace on your leg so please just stay still and I will work as fast as I can.” She then got to work wrapping up his leg in a brace and then wrapped a blue cast like material around the brace. He winced a few times, but Nurse Polly was very careful. “How does that feel, Danny it needs to be snug but tell me if it’s too tight.” “It’s fine, it’s not too tight” “Perfect, this will make sure it doesn’t get hurt by movement or bumping it. You will only have to deal with it for a few days I promise.” Nurse Polly said. She then took his vitals again and wrote them on the chart. When she finished, she turned to the two other giants in the room. “Ok, assuming nothing is found in the main stool sample test being run now he will be released in the next half hour. Once out of the hospital you need to check his leg regularly if you see any signs that circulation might be cut off bring him back here immediately and we will see if it’s the cast needs to be removed or if emergency surgery may be needed. It’s not likely but very important that you keep an eye on it. The second thing is the stiches on the back of his head, if you see him scratching or doing anything with those put mittens on his hands immediately. If he opens the stitches back up, you need to bring him back to the hospital. Also, remember the side effects, lack of bladder and bowel control so make sure he’s hydrated and clean as much as possible, and he can’t eat anything solid because of the antibiotic plus the basic drowsiness, headache, nausea, et cetera, those should be mild but if the get severe call or bring him back in. Any questions please ask?” “What about bathing?” Mama asked? “The cast is fully waterproof so that’s not a concern and just be careful not to get the stitches wet they will be removed on your return to the hospital, so you just have to deal with it for a few days.” “Ok, that was my only question what about you honey do you have any questions.” “No, I work with patients all day I know this stuff like the back of my hand.” Mommy said confidently. “Ok then you’ll be the on giving him his bath tonight then,” Mama said getting a glare from both Danny and Ashley for that comment. “You know I can bath myself,” he said knowing they would likely tell him some BS as to why he can’t. Surprisingly to him it was Mommy that decided to answer, “One you can’t stand and even if you were standing in the tub most tubs including ours are made so that a little cannot operate them so its best if you just let me do it.” She sounded annoyed so Danny knew now was definitely not the time to argue so he just sat there. “Oh, you are so cute when you are pouting but I think you would be cuter laughing and smiling,” Mama said. “Littles are always cute but are the cutest when they are happy,” the nurse agreed. “Unfortunately, most of the littles who come through here are not the happiest, they are usually sick, injured and scared. The best part of my job is when we see the littles we saved again, and they are happy and healthy. They can adjust quickly if they are treated right.” Danny didn’t want to adjust quickly though, he just wanted to go home. His home not the home of these 2 amazons. He just laid there with his arms crossed across his chest, his eyes shut just trying to imagine myself anywhere else but here. Unfortunately, with the crinkling noise coming from around his waist and the smell of baby powder it was not working. He heard the footsteps but couldn’t tell which of his captures had come over to him, but his guess was Mama. He was correct. “Maybe it won’t be the same, but I think a laugh would do him a lot of good,” she said. Oh, great how does she plan on making me laugh, Danny thought. Knock-knock jokes, funny faces, part of him honestly wanted to see her try to slip on a banana peel but he didn’t think for a minute of what she was actually about to do until he felt her fingers on his stomach. Danny didn’t want to laugh or smile but the problem was he had always been very ticklish, and she knew right where to go somehow, probably the size of her hands helped with that. Within seconds he was laughing while he was trying to stop her which ended up to be just squirming, the brace on his leg keeping it from hurting itself. “You can’t escape the tickle monster,” she said as she continued to tickle Danny until he was out of breath then she kissed his forehead. “I am right you have the cutest laugh I ever heard.” Suddenly Danny heard Doctor Booker’s voice “I have more good news the initial tests are good, and you can go home.”

Chapter 16 Progress was coming along nicely in the nursery. So far, Rebecca had successfully kept him from seeing the room’s transformation. She was confident that it would be ready for the big reveal on Friday. Brian also seemed to progressing with the hypnotic conditioning. She planned on really testing his suggestibility after she showed him his new nursery. She wondered how Brian was faring at work. I wonder if Samantha has revealed our conversation yet. Speak of the devil. Her phone buzzed with a text from Samantha: Good morning. I wanted you to know that your baby boy soaked his diapers right in front of me. You have done such an amazing job regressing him. Rebecca: Oh I am so happy. I can’t thank you enough for your help. I feel so much better that he has someone to watch over him at work. Samantha: It’s really no problem. He is just precious when he is little. You must let me babysit him at home sometime. Rebecca: I think that can be arranged. Samantha: I never in my wildest dreams imagined changing a grown man’s diapers. But now that I have, I think if I ever get a man of my own, he will have to return to diapers. Rebecca smiled. Not only had she gotten her baby, but it seems that a new friendship was budding. After Samantha changed his diaper, Brian knew that she was never again going to view him as her boss, but he hoped she would at least pretend for appearance’s sake. She filled up his sippy cup with apple juice and set it on his desk. “Ok sweet boy, its time to be a big boy for a while and get some work done. I will check on you later. And remember its ok to use your diaper, but just come get me if you want to try and use the potty,” she said much like a mother to a toddler. Brian blushed again at the mention of his diapers. She left the office and closed the door behind her. How on earth could he possibly focus? He realized he was still sucking on the pacifier and he quickly removed it. If these two women could regress him with such ease at any moment, was he now permanently bound to diapers. He had fantasized so many times about being reduced to a helpless baby. Now that it was happening and he questioned if this is what he wanted. But he feared it was too late. He was going to have to accept and trust that they would keep him safe. He tried to act like everything was normal. Now that he was alone, his adult clarity started to return. He needed to start brainstorming how to market this new Babies R Us line. Brian always liked to sketch out ideas by hand whenever he was brainstorming. He even kept a whiteboard in his office for this very purpose. He went up to the board. His mind was blank. How could he ever have a mother’s perspective? He looked down at the sippy cup sitting on his desk. He brought it too his mouth and tasted the sweet juice. Maybe he couldn’t tap into the perspective of a mother, but he knew what it felt like to be a baby. Maybe not entirely, but then again, he was in a very thick diaper. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the feelings he had when his mommy was in control. In those moments, he didn’t think in words, but feelings and sensations. He opened the cap to the marker and started scribbling the feelings he experienced with his mommy: warmth, safety, trust, love, giggly. He kept scribbling across the board: cold, wet, hungry, scared, small, full, peaceful. He stared at the words he had scrawled out. He keyed in one word in particular: trust. He grabbed a red marker and drew a big circle around it. Trust could be a nebulous word. It gets tossed around so much that it sometimes lost meaning. But with his recent experiences, it took on new meaning for him. When he was wet, he had to trust that his mommy would change him. When he felt scared, he had to trust that she would keep him safe. He thought about the night that this all started. By him agreeing to be her baby, he was entrusting her with his greatest vulnerability. Obviously, babies aren’t able to articulate what they are feeling, but who would know better as to what a baby was feeling: mothers. He still had a long way to go, but this exercise was getting the wheels turning. Brian was so consumed with his work, he didn’t realize that half the morning had elapsed. He was so happy that he had been able to regain that focus. It gave him a glimmer of comfort that maybe he still in control of some things. Maybe he could be both a big boy and a baby. But then a rumble in his belly snatched his attention. He hadn’t had a bowel movement since Saturday. Perhaps his anxiety and nerves had bound him up. When he had played in diapers before this all began, he had never messed himself. It was one thing to wet, but he wasn’t willing to do that. He felt nervous about having to ask Samantha to go potty. He could just use his diaper, but having her change a messy diaper might be even more embarrassing. He looked back at the board. Trust. He had to put it to the test and trust that Samantha meant everything she said to him. He peaked his head out the door, “Umm, can I see you for a moment?” “Of course,” she smiled. Inside the office, Brian started to have second thoughts about asking, but then another rumble in his belly made him find the courage to ask. “Ummm, I need to use the potty… I mean the restroom.”“Oh! Ok. Let me help you,” she was actually surprised that he came and asked. Brian started to unbutton his shirt. She playfully slapped his hand, “Uh uh uh baby, let me do that,” she chided him. After removing his shirt and pants, she pulled his onesie over his head, “Lay on the couch for me.” She undid the tapes of his diaper and set it aside. Fortunately, these diapers were refastenable. She then went through the trouble of redressing him. “Alright, I think you look acceptable to walk through the office. You don’t have any big boy undies, but I think you will be ok for a few minutes. When you get back, I will get you back in your diaper,” she said. “Thank you,” Brian said timidly. “Thank you what,” she said with one eye-brow raised. “Umm… thank you Auntie Samantha,” he said like a child that had just be scolded. She patted his bottom, “Off you go.” After a few minutes he returned. Although he still struggled with his embarrassment, Samantha was helping him feel more at ease. Back in the office, she had Brian undressed once again. The haze of regression swept over him again as he stood before her in nothing but his birthday suit. His thumb made it to his mouth. “Lay down baby,” she cooed. She pulled out some wipes and proceeded to clean his bottom. “But Aunfie Samanfa, I wiped myself after I went potty,” he said with his thumb still ensconced in his mouth. “I know sweetie, but I just wanted to make sure that you are all clean,” she responded. She rediapered him and got him dressed again. When he was finished, he started to “grow up.” He pulled his thumb from his mouth and blushed. She placed her hand on his arm, “Brian what did I tell you. There is no need to feel embarrassed. Do you think if I was judging you that I would be standing here? I want you to feel comfortable to act as little as you want around me. Ok?” “I know, its just hard. And if it makes you feel any better, I still get really nervous with mommy too,” he said not even realizing that he said mommy instead of Rebecca. “Its hard and scary, but I want you to know that I am really thankful that you are here to help me. It really helps to know I am not alone. To be honest, I felt really scared yesterday, especially when I had my accident.” “I have to imagine that must have felt really scary and lonely. You aren’t alone Brian. You can count on me anytime,” she said. Brian felt a tear run down his check. He felt like he had cried so much over the past few days. “Oh sweetheart, there isn’t any reason to cry,” she said as she pulled him in for a hug. “You are such sweet boy and you are just too cute in your diaper. I could just eat you up,” she snickered and started tickling him. Brian’s tears turned to giggles. “Now I don’t want to hear anymore about feeling embarrassed, whether its around me or even around your mommy. We both want you to be a happy baby. Now let’s try to get a little more work done before I take you out to lunch, my treat,” she smiled.

Chapter 15 The morning alarm signaled the beginning of a new day. Brian nestled into his wife’s chest. Without uttering a word, she lifted her nightgown and guided him to her breast. When he was at her breast, he was at peace. There was no fear or anxiety, just the loving affection of his mommy. In those moments he truly saw himself as a baby. Without a second thought, he released his full bladder into his diaper. Rebecca felt the growing warmth emanating from his diaper and kissed his forehead, “That’s my good boy.” After a few more minutes together, the two arose to get the day started. She stripped off his soaking wet diaper and sent him to take a shower. The shower always seemed to reawaken his adult mind, but he knew Rebecca wouldn’t let that last long. He still struggled with his embarrassment and lack of control. He was amazed at how easily he wet himself. If he concentrated hard enough he felt he could hold it, but it felt that he vacillated back and forth between adult and baby. He could go from grown man to little boy in a moment’s time. It was growing harder and harder to prevent his baby persona from coming out. After his shower, he went back into the bedroom so that his wife could get him dressed. It didn’t even cross his mind that this was something he could do himself. He just accepted that she would help him do it. As he laid down, he popped his thumb in his mouth, but then he noticed that Rebecca had pulled out a thick diaper. What about his pull-ups. Everyone at work would surely notice a thick, crinkly diaper. “Mommy, please don’t put that on me,” Brian pleaded. “Did you forget how wet you were when you got home last night. You told me that you wet yourself twice yesterday. Mommy understands how hard it is sometimes to make it to the potty and this way you are protected. We will wear dark pants today to make it less noticeable. But I no one will even notice,” she calmy explained to him. “But what if the bigger boys make fun of me,” Brian said without realizing what came out of his mouth. He had just referred to his colleagues as the “bigger boys.” “Mommy knows best, doesn’t she and mommy thinks you are better off in a diaper. I will make sure to send extras with you, just in case,” Rebecca said as she finished taping him up. Brian felt defeated and said no more on the matter. She finished getting him dressed and got him his breakfast. As he was about to leave, she gave him a big hug, “Now I want you to pretend really hard that you are a big boy at work, but you will be mommy’s baby when you get home.” Brian was about to walk out when she said one more thing, “Oh and please don’t make any fuss for Ms. Carson. Be a good boy. Have a good day sweetie.” She ushered him out the door with his bag. Brian got in his car, bewildered by what she had just said. Brian arrived at work and raced to his office. He was in such shock when he left, he didn’t even to look at what was in his bag. He took a deep breath and unzipped it. If anyone didn’t know this was for an adult, they would have been convinced it was a diaper bag. There were several extra diapers, wipes and even an extra onesie. But then he noticed that she even packed a sippy cup with a sticky note attached: I didn’t want my baby to spill on his big boy clothes. Love you. He could feel the thickness of his diaper between his legs and with every move, he heard the distinct crinkle. It sounded deafening to him and he was absolutely sure that someone was going to notice. Brian tried to regain his composure as he whispered to himself over and over, “You are a big boy, you are a big boy.” A knock at the door broke his mantra. He fumbled with the zipper of his bag as he tried to close it up and put it out of view. “Umm, yes who is it?” he called. “It’s Samantha, may I come in?” she asked. He cleared his throat and attempted to make his voice sound deeper, “Of course.” “Good morning, sir. I wanted to see if we could take for a just a moment about yesterday,” she inquired. Brian nervously looked around the room, purposefully avoiding her gaze. Rebecca’s words echoed through his head and he tried to drown it out, “No, I don’t think that will be necessary. I was a bit under the weather yesterday, but I assure you I am much better today. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Samantha looked genuinely hurt, “Very well then, if there is nothing you need at the moment, I will head back to my desk.” She closed the door. Brian immediately felt remorse for his tone. He got up and paced the room. How can I possibly explain what’s going on with me? She obviously knows something. Do I tell her that I am having a health issue to explain wetting my pants yesterday, but what about the pacifier? God this is so hard. Then again she did say no judgement. Whatever I say, I need to apologize. Brian leaned his head out the door, “Samantha, can we talk for a moment.” She entered the room and he closed it behind her. He gestured for her to take a seat on the loveseat. He leaned on the corner of his desk and took a deep breath, “I owe you an apology. I was sharp with you and you didn’t deserve that. I am going through something right now that’s really hard to explain. I’m sure finding the pacifier and seeing my wet pants prompted many questions for you. I’m way too embarrassed to get into it, but this personal matter is why I’m off and probably acting strange. I don’t want you to think less of me or think me weird for what you witnessed yesterday. Please accept my sincerest apologies.” Samantha nodded her and stood up. Brian looked down, thinking that she was about to depart, but instead she began to speak. “Brian, as I told you yesterday, I think you are a good man and have always been so kind to me. What I wanted to tell you this morning was that I know what’s going on and you needn’t worry about it with me. In fact, I am going to help you here at work.” Brian’s jaw dropped, “Wha…what are you talking about? What do you know?” He wanted to be anywhere but here. “I don’t understand,” he mumbled. Samantha took his hand and smiled, “There is nothing to worry about sweetheart. I know that while you are here, you need someone to help keep an eye on you.” The soft tone of her voice and the feeling of his hand in hers stirred his infantile thoughts. Not here, not now he had to fight it and maintain control. But it was growing harder. He let go of his bladder and soaked his diaper with Samantha right in front of him. His cheeks burned and his voice failed him. “It’s ok baby boy. I know you didn’t have anyone to change you yesterday, but you won’t have to worry about that at all today. You just went potty in your diaper, didn’t you?” Brian couldn’t find the words, but simply hung his head in shame. Tears started flowing down his cheeks. Samantha led him over to the couch and proceeded to take off his clothing. Brian felt too regressed to disobey her. “I don’t want you to cry all over your big boy clothes. It’s all going to be ok. I did a lot of babysitting in high school and college and I just adore little ones, even big ones like you,” she giggled. After he was stripped down to just his onesie and his diaper, Samantha grabbed his bag, “Lets see what we have in here. Oh we are going to need a new diaper. Oh and here is your pacifier.” She plopped it in his mouth and he felt the soothing comfort as he suckled. “I know this is all coming as a big shock to you, but I promise you, I won’t let anything bad happen to you while you are here. I know it’s scary to use your diapers at work, so if you have to go potty, you come tell Auntie Samantha and I will take your diaper off for you and let you go to the bathroom. But, it’s totally ok with me if you use your diapers. I will change you, baby And do worry, I will be there to help when you need to be a big boy. Now, I think you need some snuggles for a few minutes before I get you changed.” Brian curled up next to her on the couch and let her coddle him. “I know you are wondering how I know all of this.” Brian looked up at her and nodded. “Well your mommy texted me last night. And when she told me how she was turning you into a little baby, I couldn’t resist helping her.” Brian closed his eyes. He had lost control of everything in his life. Now he had two women regressing him and there was nothing he could to stop it. He felt his diaper warm again and wondered what was going to be in store for him next.

I wearily walked back to my room not knowing what to make of walking in on Hayley milking herself. She had no kids, why were her breasts full of milk? What was she planning. Was that milk for me? We bonded by me sitting on her lap and snuggling into her bosom, did she now want me to suckle from her? I sat on my bed and put my head in my hands as these thoughts ran through my brain. Her breasts had lucked very welcoming with the brief glimpse I got of them and the idea of suckling them started to churn pleasurable feelings in my nether regions. Being snuggled up in Hayley’s lap drinking deep of her breast, that sounded so beautiful and warm to me, it both gave me a sexual desire and gave me great comfort. My cheeks began to beat bright red as the embarrassment kicked in. A grown women, granted just barely grown up, sucking on the boob of another woman for milk was a ridiculous idea. Why was I thinking of these perversions and what was Hayley’s plan for that milk. Was I the pervert or was Hayley? Was she trying to get me so comfortable with her that I would gladly suckle her for some sick and twisted perversion. Was that a fair comment, was that what she was doing or was my brain just jumping to the worst conclusion. I am not sure how long I had been contemplating in my room when I heard a gentle knock on my door. I meekly said to come in and Hayley awkwardly came through the door, her cheeks as crimson as mine. “So that was awkward” Hayley said quietly to which I slowly nodded. “I am sorry you saw that” she began “I’m sure you have a ton of questions but I guess I should start with why I am lactating” I looked up at her, not able to meet her gaze but nodded slightly to indicate I was listening. “OK so it is a side effect of medication I am on, I have a bit of a stomach condition and the pills I take make me lactate” Hayley said pausing after the word lactate I was finally able to look her in the eyes and she looked as uncomfortable as I felt. She was definitely telling the truth and was not trying to cover anything up. A wave of relief crashed over me and I couldn’t help but smile. I almost flung myself at Hayley, wrapping her in a big hug and planting a kiss on her cheek. “Whoa, whats that about kiddo?” Hayley asked in surprise “I was just having the worst thoughts before you came in” I started before tears started to well up in my eyes. I think she could sense I was about to cry, my face was nuzzled into her chest so she wouldn’t have been able to tell, maybe she could pick up the tone in my voice. She wrapped my in a warm and loving embrace and started to pat my back. “Are you OK kiddo?” She asked me with a soothing tone. “Yeah, yeah” I struggled to get out “I just had a terrible thought that you were trying to groom me or something” She stopped patting my back and there was a long pause. I felt her hug slacken somewhat before she finally spoke. “What do you mean groom?” Hayley asked somberly “I don’t know, like you had some perversion that wanted to treat me like a baby or something and you wanted me to breast feed from you.” I blurted out Again more silence and again her hug went more slack. “What makes you say that” She asked monetonelessly and I could feel her heart beat quicken “Well you are always there to cradle me, snuggle me and look after me” I began “Well if it is scaring you I can stop” She said quickly with a tinge of anger ringing through. I hugged her tighter and started to bawl my eyes out. “No, no I don’t want that, I love how you treat me, it makes me feel so safe and special, I just didn’t know what you got out of it and I think my brain was over reacting and trying to self sabotage” I said between big ugly sobs. I felt myself being lifted up and cradled in Hayley’s arms and her heart rate started to slow. She sat down on my bed and settled down with her back against my head board, her legs stretched out on my bed and me snuggled on her lap with my head on her bosom. She then kissed me on the forehead. I smiled deeply and nuzzled in to Hayley. We stayed like this for some time without saying a word. “Amanda, I am not too sure why but I do get loads out of cuddling and snuggling you, it makes me feel great too. It makes me feel so strong and confident and honestly It makes me feel loved.” Hayley admitted after some time. Now I knew, she was feeling the same wonderful feelings I was but just from a different angle. It felt like I was in some wonderful dream. I nuzzled in some more to Hayley and felt warm and snuggly and that I could be completely vulnerable. “Being in your arms makes me feel so loved” I said which caused Hayley to hug me tighter and plant another kiss on my forehead. “You’re such a cute little girl” Hayley said sweetly. I looked up at her loving face and I could almost taste the nervous energy coming from Hayley after that sweet remark. “I like being your little girl” I said as a big genuine smile broke across my face and I was met with many loving, motherly kisses on my cheeks with that admission. Unfortunately our snuggly bliss had to come to an end when a notification sounded on my phone to remind me to get ready for work. With a sigh we both got up and Hayley took on last look at me, a content smile on her face, and left the room. I quickly changed into my work cloths, a plain black shirt and skirt. I put on some foundation and some subtle eye make up before spritzing the air with some perfume and walking through the sweet smelling cloud. I skipped out of my room and went to look for Hayley, I found her in the kitchen getting ready to prepare her dinner. She smiled at me when she noticed me standing in the door way. I skipped up to her and emboldened and feeling complete confidence I kissed her deeply on the lips. “I will see you after work and I am looking forward to being your little girl” I said confidently and could almost feel Hayley’s heart flutter in her chest as a huge smile broke out across her face. I made my way to work and I was walking on air. I felt so confident and happy. This goddess of a woman, Hayley, liked me, like taking care of me, I made her feel good. This felt like I was on some amazing drug. I felt indestructible and I am fairly sure I was strutting as I made the ten minute walk to work. Work passed by fairly quickly. It wasn’t too busy only had a handful of tables throughout the night, which was expected for a Thursday. Although I made a generous amount of tips, I think my new found confidence was translating over to the patrons or else I was just lucky. During my down time I found myself fantasizing a ton about Hayley. Being snuggled up on her lap and having her boob in my mouth gulping down her milk greedily. I didn’t feel any shame thinking about nursing from her this time. I felt too good about myself to care how weird or perverse it was for an 18 year old to be breast fed by a fully grown woman. I was also getting very curious about her breast milk and what it tasted like, also what she did with it after she pumped. Before I knew it closing time was upon us and I was shutting the door and started cleaning the floors while the shift manager cashed up the bar and went about their closing duties. He was an older gentleman and he had been in the restaurant game his entire life it seemed. He was very kind to me and never seemed to get angry. As I finished washing the floors he smiled at me and handed me my tips, praising me for a good shift as I left out the back so as not to dirty up the floor. I hurried home, which was normal, even though I lived very close to the restaurant I still hated the walk home in the street light. I always felt a little bit ill at ease. When I was about a hundred yards from home I couldn’t help but skip my way back to the house. When I got home I made my way straight to the sitting room knowing thats where Hayley would be, I was desperate to see her. She was sitting on the couch, covered by a duvet and she was knitting. I knew she knitted as a hobby but I had never actually seen her do it before, she was the picture of a loving mother. I wasn’t sure why that was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw her but I was feeling too good to care and my heart pounded in my chest at the sight of her. When she saw me come in the door she shot me a huge smile and put her knitting to the side, patting her lap invitingly. I didn’t need to be told twice and I bounded over to her almost jumping into her lap and kissing her fully on the lips. “I missed you Kiddo” she said as we broke our kiss. “I missed you too” was all I could reply as I got up out of her lap “I got to shower now but I will warm up your lap when I’m done” “OK be quick, I can’t wait for my little girl to be all snuggled up with me” she said sweetly with a loving smile. I blushed beet red, but not with embarrassment, this was different, this felt nice, it felt good, it felt right. I couldn't help but smile back at Hayley, I didn’t know what to say so I just blew her a kiss and made my way to the shower. When I got under the shower I was incredibly aroused, part of me wanted to think about why I was feeling that way but the majority of me didn’t care. I was tempted to relieve myself but resisted the temptation as that would just take time to get back to Hayley. I washed myself quickly, and decided to shave my legs, I had shaved my legs a couple of days ago so there was a bit of stubble and I wanted to make sure I was smooth. When I was finished with my legs I looked to my bush, well more a shrub than a bush. I decided I wanted to be completely smooth. I am not sure why, I was feeling very aroused so I think my hormones were playing havoc on me but I wanted to be smooth so I shaved off all my pubic hair. I turned the shower off, hopped out and wrapped myself in a towel and started to dry myself off before wrapping my hair in another towel and going into my room to get into my pajamas. I wasn’t sure what pajamas I was going to wear, I wanted to dress sexy for Hayley and I didn’t think I had any pj’s that were particularly sexy. As I opened my door and switched on my light I realized it was not something I needed to worry about. On my bed Hayley had laid out a set of pink cotton pajamas along with one of my pull ups and a bottle of baby powder. I smiled happily, this act made me feel very small and loved. I had never used baby powder under my pull up before but I finished drying off and poured some powder into my hand. I then patted it around my crotch and bum then rubbed it in. I pulled up my night time under wear and they felt amazing. They felt far softer and much more snuggly than they had without the powder. I smiled happily again and quickly put on my pj’s before hastily heading back down stairs, my hair still wrapped up in a towel. I found myself snuggled up in Hayley’s lap again, this time underneath the duvet. She was holding me slightly differently know, before tonight she would keep one hand supporting my at the small of my back, but tonight that hand moved down to my padded botty and her hand gently patted and rubbed my bum softly. Normally anyone knowing I was wearing a pull up, let alone touching it would be enough to bring me to near tears but the way Hayley patted me just made me feel more loved. It was a gesture that she completely accepted me, warts and all. I looked up into her big loving eye and gently pulled her head towards me and kissed her on her big lovely lips before I boldly invaded her mouth with my tongue

Chapter 26: New Project Glitch in Nanny - by LittleFallenPrincess It took a good while to put together my new computer. But once I was finished, I sat back on the cute little pink chair Morgan had got for me and admired my new rig. Honestly... I loved the comparison between hers and mine. Mine was probably more powerful, but it was housed in a pink case with flowers all over it, much different than the sleek black design I used to have... the one that was very similar to Morgan’s. The adult desk, adult chair and adult computer of hers made my setup feel even more childish than it already felt. Her keyboard and mouse would light up with dark blues, purples and reds, whereas mine was pink and white. My whole thing looked very much like ‘Baby’s first computer’. It was adorable. “Faiiith...” I heard Morgan shout from the other side of the apartment. “Yes?” No answer. ‘Ugh fine.’ “Yes... Mummy?” I said, knowing full well what she was doing. “Come and have a look babygirl...” I left my computer to install a few basic programs I needed and waddled off towards the nursery. As I opened the door, two hands quickly wrapped themselves around my head, covering my eyes. “Mummy has a surprise for you...” Morgan’s said from behind me. “I mean we both know what it is...” “Yes, but you’re not supposed to. So pretend.” She kissed my head and I blushed, nodding at her in response. “Oh wow... whatever could this be...” I said with the fakest surprise in my voice. Removing her hands, she revealed the room to me. It was... very much the same, except for two distinct pieces of furniture. In the centre of the room against the wall was a large, adult-sized crib. It was made purely of a light-coloured wood, with a side that would be able to be brought down easily. Inside the crib was the bedding from the original bed, which was now stood up against the wall, ready to be moved out. And on top of that bedding was Flopsy, along with a few other stuffies we had picked out. It was... it was the crib of my dreams. “I... I love it! Thank you!” I said, turning around and giving Morgan the biggest hug I could and nuzzling my face into her chest. “You’re very welcome sweetheart, and what about the highchair?” I stopped hugging her so I could have a look at the other thing she had created for me. ‘She... she had actually created these for me. For me!’ I thought to myself as I rushed over to the highchair that matched the crib, jumping up onto the seat and wiggling my butt. “Here, let me...” Morgan said, picking up the highchair tray and placing it in front of me, locking me in place. “I... it’s perfect! Thank you!” “I didn’t have time to paint it, so it’s up to you what colour we paint it. I figured pink, as that’s obviously your little side’s favourite colour. But if you want to keep it unpainted, or go for a different colour to pink, you just say so sweetie, okay?” “Thank you mummy!” I grabbed her hand and kissed it. “Seriously, you’re welcome. And if you’re not feeling particularly little, we’ve got the old bed spare. We can shove it in the workshop or something.” “Or... I could... umm...?” I had an idea. “Could what, sweetpea?” “I... could share your bed?” We hadn’t actually agreed upon terms or anything regarding this relationship. It was all new to me. I mean she was Mummy now... sure... but were we... dating? I mean we said we loved each other. So that pretty much means it, right? Either way, I wasn’t sure if she felt comfortable sharing a bed this early on in the relationship... if it even is one. “If you’re comfortable doing so, of course you can sweetie. I just figured you’d want some space of your own...” “I have my nursery. We have a spare bed if I need it... but I... I’d like to sleep in your bed when I’m not so little. If that’s okay of course...” “Of course it is! Now come on, let’s get that soggy nappy changed, shall we?” Morgan smiled. “Soggy?” I looked down to see that she was correct. I was soggy. Very much so, close to the point of leaking. Releasing the tray, she picked it up and placed it to the side. As I went to slide my soggy bum off the highchair, I was quickly stopped by Morgan, who proceeded to lift me up and carry me to the crib. ------------------------------------------------- After a very quick, but very intimate change, Morgan put aside the dress I was wearing, stating it was much too ‘adult’ for me today. This made my face turn red instantly. Instead, she proceeded to dress me in a much cuter, much more babyish, pink dress. It had lace and frills and everything. Not quite as blushy as my original frilly pink dress, but still pretty blushy. As she fixed my hair into pigtails, she stood back and admired her work. Helping me up, she escorted me to the wall length mirror so I could see myself. “Damn...” I said, in shock. “Language, babydoll...” “Sowwy... I just... this is cute.” “I thought so too. You look like the perfect little babygirl. Now... how about baby and Mummy go off into the workshop and start brainstorming ideas for our next big project?” “I’d love that, Mummy!” “Good. Now stay here... EVIE?” she shouted out to the hallway. In walked Evie, wearing something similar to the old school Nanny outfit I originally bought for her. “You got her a...?” “Yup. I figured you liked it when I saw her wearing it. So she’s going to stay wearing it. Now... Evie?” “Yes Miss Morgan?” Evie asked in her soothing voice. “Can you carry little Faith here into the workshop? I’ll carry her highchair.” “Of course, I’d be happy to!” Evie smiled and walked over to me, carefully lifting me up and placing me on her hip. “Come on then little one, let’s go get you into the workshop for your Mummy!” She walked me through the apartment and into the workshop. Once we got there, she stood around, happily bouncing me gently on her hip and making cute baby noises at me. I can’t say this didn’t make me feel more and more little as we waited for Morgan... I mean, Mummy... to return with the highchair. Thankfully we didn’t have to wait very long, as shortly after we arrived Morgan walked through with the highchair being carried with the help of her augmented arm. Placing it next to the workshop bench, she smiled at me and looked up to Evie. “Evie, be a dear and place the baby in the highchair, please? We’ve got lots of brainstorming to do!” Morgan asked. “Of course, Morgan.” Evie replied as she walked around and placed me in the highchair, locking the tray in place so I couldn’t get out. “Would you like anything else?” “How about snacks? Adult ones for me if you don’t mind, but maybe some cut up fruit or something for Faith?” “Good idea, I’ll be right back!” she announced before leaving towards the kitchen. “Honestly Faith... you had the perfect idea for a Nanny. I love her. That’s why I’m excited to get planning our next project. Maybe this time you can be honest and open with me, this time you don’t have to hide your little side or anything!” I smiled and nodded. She was right. I didn’t. She knew me for who I was... and not only did she accept it... she embraced it. But she also valued my big side too, which made this feel a lot more special than Sadie made it feel. My heart felt happy as Morgan got some paper out and some pens. She handed me some paper, but instead of the pens, she handed me a few crayons. I looked up at her, unimpressed. Well... my face said I was unimpressed, whereas inside I was giggling and feeling little as heck at the gesture. “Don’t give me that face babycakes... it’s all you can handle... for now anyway. Maybe later you can be a big girl...” she blew a kiss at me, evaporating the face I was pulling, turning it back into a giggly, happy face. “That’s much better. Now... have you had any ideas for projects we could work on?” “I have a couple, but... I’m not sure about them...” “Sweetie, what’s up? You know you can tell me everything...” “I know... it’s just... I’ll tell you eventually, I promise. For now, let’s just think of other things? I need to check a few things before we can look into my other ideas.” I wasn’t lying. I really did need to check a few things. It had been forever since I checked in on my other project. I mean, I have an excuse, I’ve been busy with all this Sadie stuff and being kept as a baby and then having to escape my own apartment. “Why don’t you check now? I can wait.” “I... I’ll need my computer.” “Oh, okay. One second then...” Instead of freeing me, she instead grabbed the highchair and dragged it over to my computer, putting the keyboard and mouse onto the tray and raising the monitor so it was at my height. “Thanks...” I managed to say, blushing. “It’s no problem, babygirl. Now, whilst you sort whatever this is out, I’ll go help Evie with snacks.” I nodded as she left the workshop. Turning back to the computer, I saw that it had installed everything. So I quickly booted up the program I used to keep track of my other project. “Everything... seems... fine!” I said, happy that there were no new blips or anything. “Ooooh what’s that?” Morgan said, sneaking up behind me and scaring the life out of me. “It’s just a project I’ve been working on for a while.” “What have you been working on?” “Something connected to that time back when I interned at that government facility.” “Were you supposed to keep anything related to that? I know for a fact you couldn’t tell me anything about that at all. You’ve managed to keep it secret for years...” “I know... but... ugh. I can’t explain.” “It’s okay. I understand.” “It’s not that I don’t want to... it’s just... look, I will... soon. Just...” “Shh, baby... I understand. You’ll tell me when you’re ready. But if I can help at all, without you needing to tell me anything, you just let me know, okay? I’m happy to help, however I can!” “Thanks, but unless you can increase the signal of this by like....tenfold, then there’s nothing you can do.” I had tried increasing the signal. I wanted more data. I wanted to eventually be able to send information back and forth... but I’ve spent years trying to figure it out. She looked down at the computer screen. I didn’t feel like I had to hide anything, because she probably couldn’t work out much of it. But to my surprise, she must have understood some of it, as her face lit up at all the information. “Wait... are you... is that... I mean that’s a pretty strong signal! Why have you got two signals? One is quite low, but the other is higher than I’ve ever seen...” “I can’t get it higher though.” I said with sadness in my voice. “Which one?” “The one that’s weak.” “Oh. Because the other would be easy. The weak signal... hmm... We’d have to build...” “An antenna... I know...” “But even then that wouldn’t be enough. What you’re wanting is impossible.” “I...” I couldn’t tell her the truth, that it is possible. Not yet anyway. “Wait a second, have you thought about amplifying it using Evie?” she suggested. “No, but that wouldn’t... wait a second... maybe...” And as if by magic, Evie walked through the door holding a plate of snacks. “Evie, come here.” “Sure thing little one, let me just put these snacks down.” She quickly put them on the workshop bench and walked over to me. “Whatever can I do for you Faith?” she asked in her soft voice. “Hold out your hand.” Pulling up the program I had, I quickly edited the commands and put my hand in Evie’s. Waiting a few seconds, I pulled it away and focused back on my screen. “Thanks Evie, that’s all. Wait, no... Can you go stand by the window?” “Sure thing!” She said with a smile, walking over to the window and standing completely still. “What are you doing? What is that stuff?” Morgan said, pointing to the screen. “I... I’ll explain later. I think I’ve finally solved it!” Evie was now boosting the signal enough to send some basic information back and forth. Finally! So I got to work, typing up a quick thing to send. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get the information back, but I had my hopes up. A few minutes later, I hit send. “Now to wait...” I said, relaxing back a bit in my highchair. “Wait for what?” Morgan asked. “For a response.” “A response from what?” “My project.” “One you worked on at the government facility? Wait, is it still there? Is that why you needed to boost the signal?” “I’ll explain later. I just... thanks for the idea.” “I mean, I’m not sure what I did, but you’re welcome. Now... can Evie get back to cleaning?” “Oh yeah, sorry! Evie, you can move away from there now, I’m done. Thank you!” “You’re welcome little one. I’ll get to cleaning now if that’s okay?” Evie asked. I nodded and looked up at Morgan. “And can we start finally working on something together?” she asked. “Of course! I... umm... have you got any ideas?” “Oh. Usually you’re the ideas gal. I’m more the putting-stuff-together-and-making-sure-your-ideas-are-actually-possible person.” “Yeah but I’m out of ideas. Evie was my main thing. Now... now it’s your big idea. What have you always wanted to make?” “I... I know it’s small. But we managed it for Evie. I was thinking... maybe we could improve my arm and leg?” “What kinds of upgrades?” I asked. “Firstly, I’d like a realistic skin texture, like Evie.” “I thought you weren’t ashamed of your augmented limbs?” “I’m not. But I’d like the option of not having to cover them up with clothes all the time, or worrying someone like Sadie is going to suddenly attack me because they hate augments.” “Well I’d love to make you feel better about yourself. So why don’t we jot down a few ideas, and then we can start working on some prototypes?” “Maybe get matching tattoos so it matches my other arm?” She suggested. We both smiled and nodded to each other. I was so happy to be back with my best friend, working on things. But now it was so much more, so much better. And I couldn’t wait to see what we could do together. ========================================================== Oh dear. I seem to have written another sweet, cute chapter. What a shame. ? 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 Glitch in Nanny AND Thief in Service. New chapters every Monday/Friday!

Hello! I've lurked on this forum for some time and haven't posted before. I've wanted to try my hand at writing ABDL stories, so I finally buckled down and finished one. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Feedback and critique is welcomed and appreciated! ----- Mama Bear Syndrome Scott Dawson crept into his home, not daring to make a sound. He tip-toed across the violet carpet with peak stealth–as much stealth a man his size could muster. He was tall and well-built, which, unfortunately didn’t help much for producing quieter footsteps. Slowly, he peaked his head pass the door frame to the kitchen. Not a person in sight. That was a good sign…right? his wife–a woman so punctual she made the Sun jealous–was always there to greet when him arrived from work at 5:15 PM on the dot. She had made a point of it every day with one trademark greeting or another prepared. “Welcome home darling!” was most commonly seen in the first few years of their marriage, eventually proceeded by “Oh, your back already?” Before recently, Scott was used to being met with a command or chore as his greeting, reserving all the sweetness for their son Julian. “Did you take out the garbage yet?” was not quite as loving, but compared to today? He wasn’t sure which he preferred. “That’s weird,” Scott whispered to himself. “I don’t think she’s home yet. M-maybe I can just hide out in the garage or– “What are you doing?” Minerva asked. Scott nearly jumped out of his coat. Like a ghost, his wife appeared right before him without a sound. Minerva’s usual distant apathy was absent. Instead, he retained a more wide-eyed and concerned demeaner. “Wah!” Scott shrieked out. “Jeez mama, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Scott’s wife laughed and moved closer to him. She cupped his cheeks in his hands, not at all minding his personal space. “Aw, did I make you jump? I’m sorry sweetheart. Did you have a hard day today, dearie?” Minerva asked, still smushing her husband’s cheeks. “I wouldn’t want you stressed on your big day.” Scott wanted to scoff at the sentiment. He hardly considered his birthday to be ‘big day’ like it was some type of annual promotion. He didn’t see growing old as achievement—it was more of a heads up for all the grey hair he’d be expecting. Minerva, however, had the most romantic ideas when it came to birthdays. Cake, confetti, those pointy striped hats (a tradition that always confused Scott)—she spared no expense for hers truly. The parties were always private, as the pair both shared a mutual dislike for cleaning up after groups of people, despite to two never doing anything mischievous on those days. Minerva magically managed to make Scott feel younger year after year, and today was no exception. “C’mon mama,” Scott whined, “Can’t we just skip the party stuff this time?” Minerva shook her head. “Certainly not. I already have the whole day planned. Today is very special occasion. You only turn two once!” Scott had room to argue otherwise. This year, however, was already making him feel a too much younger. With his attempts to escape birthday time foiled, Scott sighed in defeat. “Yes dear,” was all he could say as let himself being led to the bathroom to be cleaned up so the ‘fun’ could begin. He thought about how worried he used to be about growing old to soon. Right now, those thoughts were the farthest thing from his mind. Minerva’s symptoms were always flaring up during the holidays. Whether it was time to celebrate Saint Paddy or Saint Nick, holidays were the perfect occasion to put Minerva in a motherly mood. Easter time that Scott got his own personal Easter egg hunt around the house, dressed as the cutest little bunny. Just last Halloween Scott wore a black-and-yellow onesie with a fussy headband for his bay-bee (get it?) outfit. New Year’s Eve? Pretty self-explanatory. A birthday like this was just par for the course. Sitting in the bathroom were the usual suspects. A large changing mat already unfolded on the bathroom floor. A diaper bag fitted to pamper any grown man. And a large package of adult diaper. Calling them adult was more than generous as they decorated with anchors and cartoon fish. It didn’t matter how long they had been married. Scott never got used to diaper changes. Minerva unzipped the front of Scott’s work jumpsuit, revealing a white t-shirt stained with dirt, and a white diaper stained with urine. Scott had wet himself on the bus ride home, and the padding had gone cold and clammy since then. He was not incontinence, it just felt easier to let go sometimes. “You poor thing. Come on, let’s get up cleaned up.” There was genuine concern in Minerva’s voice. She hated the idea of her baby boy having to squirm in a wet diaper all day. Having to wear a diaper at work was a lot easier than it sounded. Sure, the conversion with his boss was embarrassing, but the diaper was easy to hide under his jumpsuit and no one gave his any flack for it. Boxers and briefs were off the table at this stage of Minerva’s condition, and Scott had made peace with that. Scott was not in a fighting mood. He let himself be stripped of his ‘big boy clothes’ and laid on the changing mat. Minerva hummed a tune and got to work. He wrinkled his nose involuntarily as Minerva shook the baby powder over him, sweet scent never failing to make him feel small. Lavender and chamomile certainly did not scream ‘man of the house’. Scott lifted his bum and let Minerva slide the oversized padding under him. He always wondered where Minerva bought such big diapers from. Maybe there were specialty store online for people with her condition? Scott was never the most tech-savvy guy. He could barely check his email, let alone find a store where they sell giant baby diapers. While Scott was busy musing, Minerva had already finished taping his up, a few gentle pats on the front grabbing his attention. Minerva was always so gentle during diaper changes. It was one parenting duty Scott was more than happy to let Minerva take the reins on whenever it came up. She took her time and was never rough when rubbing in the powder or wiping mess away. It was a fact their son Julian was always too young to appreciate as well as something Scott would have a hard time forgetting. “All done!” Minerva chimed. She pulled Scott upright and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Arms up now,” Scott lifted his arms and Minerva pulled a white shirt over him. Scott tugged at shirt and saw navy blue collar with a matching anchor on the front. A sailor suit? A small patch of his belly was exposed, showing a patch of baby fat at his midriff. This was no doubt intentional; Scott had not put on weight recently and Minerva knew his measurements by heart. Scott quickly picked up the maritime theme. Of course, There was always theme with Minerva. He wasn’t sure why she picked a naval theme though. The idea probably just popped into her head, and she stuck with it. “Is my little sailor ready to set sail for birthday fun!?” Minerva asked. Scott nodded, trying his best to fake enthusiasm. Minerva didn’t seem to mind either way. The living room was decorated to the nines. Blue and white streamers were hung from the ceiling with care. Plush sharks and fish were set up in empty chairs as party guest. There was a big banner across the wall that read: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTTY!!!” The whole arrangement must have taken hours to set up, But Minerva didn’t look the least bit tired. She must have been working on it since morning. She was still wearing her robe and pajama bottoms. “I bet my little sailor wants to open his presents now, doesn’t he?” Scott didn’t mind jumping straight into the present. From his ‘Mommy’s’ perspective, he had been tired from playing in the sun all day was excited to get home for his birthday party. Work was tiring more often than not, so she was not too far off. Maybe Mommy was just too tired for playtime today, it was hard to tell. Scott looked around the room and walked—waddle was more like it, with way his diaper made him walk—toward the pile of wrapped packages. Scott got on his knees and lifted a rectangular package. He gave to box a few shakes, and it barely made a sound. He squeezed the box, and felt the contents push inwards. Scott wasn’t sure why he did this when it was plainly obvious what was inside. He carefully pulled back the edges of the wrapping paper, because he knew Minerva would want to reuse it next year. Inside was a package of—get this— ‘adult’ diapers. More specifically, they were a package of Snuggles: Teddy Edition brand diapers. He had become intimately familiar with Snuggles in the past year. A glance at his backside proved that much. The diapers he wore to work were simple and white, designed for people who actually incontinent. Snuggles brand was always decorated with cutesy cartoon animals or baby paraphernalia Snuggles brand was clearly designed for an audience of giant babies. Unfortunately, he had become their prime demographic. The diapers were comfortable, but Scott didn’t like to think about it. He didn’t like that he could now tell difference between two brands based on feel alone. He didn’t even like how beginning to develop a preference for certain ones. No man this age should a favorite brand of diaper. As Scott turn around, ready to open the next package, he saw Minerva waving at him and holding a disposable camera. “Don’t worry Scotty. Mommy is just taking a couple pictures for your baby book. Go on now!” Scott sighed. With all the picture Minerva took, his baby book would be a four-part series. He turned around and was on to the next package. There was a thin yellow gift sitting to the last one. He pulled back the paper to reveal a series of onesie all in his size. Minerva had probably sewn half of them herself. Minerva snapped some pictures. Next gift. There was a small green box by his foot. He lifted the top, and inside was a trove of pacifiers. There were enough colors to fill three different rainbows. Minerva snapped some more pictures. Next gift. There was a giant plush shark with a bow on it. Scott pulled off the bow a gave it a squeeze. It was sufficiently soft. He never cared for stuffed animals though. More pictures. More gifts. Pictures. Gifts. Pictures. Gifts. “Okay honey, that’s everything.” Minerva chimed. “You had a big haul this year. My little sailor got a lot of treasure this year!” Scott was just glad to be finished. Scott stood up and stretched. “Welp, that fun. Guess it time for me go beddy-bye, right Mama?” “Since when you do want to turn in early? Did my little boy get bit by the good-manners bug? We still haven’t had dinner yet.” Minerva walked up to Scott and started rubbing his tummy. “I know you worked an appetite today! You can go to bed after din-din and cake.” Yup, another attempt to dodge birthday humiliation foiled. Scott was bad when it came to exit strategies. He gave his hand to Mama and was led to kitchen. Birthday time wasn’t over just yet… The kitchen was much less decorated. The only thing birthday related he could see was cake sitting on the kitchen counter. When he saw the number two candle on top of it, his mind started to drift. Two years. So much had happened in just two years. Two years, Minerva had been her normal self. It was true that they were growing apart, but it was better than her acting like Mother Goose. Two years ago, they had been a normal family. The have an actual conversation with one another. Two years ago, their son was still— *click* Scott snapped back to the present. He looked down and realized he was already settled into his highchair; the tray being locked in place. Scott groaned. The diapers were definitely the worst part of his new lifestyle, but the highchair was a solid runner-up. Even when it was only sitting in kitchen, the giant white chair looked a joke, like it was a lost movie prop. Was that all he was now, a big joke? Some giant manbaby stuck in an unfunny comedy? The worse part was that it made him feel stuck. As soon the tray was locked into place, he couldn’t get out until Mommy said so. He hated how high up it was, forcing his feet to swing freely midair. The tips of his toes just barely missed the kitchen floor. All he could do was wait like a good little boy. No wonder babies hated those things. He didn’t even try to struggle like real baby would, less he risks breaking something. “Dinnertime! Eat all up, then when can cut your cake.” Minerva placed a plate of fish sticks and mac-and-cheese on top of the tray. His silverware was plastic and tinted blue. It wasn’t any special, but it stayed with the theme well enough. Minerva probably would have breaded the fish herself if she had the time or the energy. As Scott looked down at his tray, he the sound of stomach rumbling. Yet, he didn’t feel anything, and had not been that hungry. He looked over to Minerva—not just as a glance, he gave her a real in-depth onceover. It was the first time today that he noticed the bags under her eyes. Her face had looked so tired, so worn. He was right about her working on his party since morning. Had she even stopped to eat? She didn’t need to push herself like this for him. He didn’t want to do that, to starve herself, over something so stupid. He was supposed to look after. He wanted to hold her in his arm, forget about all the fighting, and just let her rest. “Does my special guy want his Mommy to feed him?” Minerva asked, not missing a beat. No way! Minerva needed to eat something. “No! I can it myself!” Scott hastily picked up the plastic spoon before Minerva could react. He scooped a bite of mac-and-cheese into mouth, “I can do it, see!?” He shoveled down his dinner, leaving crumbs and specks of cheese on his shirt. Pride be damned, his wife needed a break. Minerva chuckled, “My, someone’s an eager beaver all of sudden! I didn’t even get a chance to tie a bib on you. You’re going straight to the tub after dinner.” It was clear to Minerva that her baby didn’t need help feeding right now. Minerva walked over to the fridge and pulled out a small salad. It was after watching her baby plow through his dinner, Minerva realized how hungry she was. She sat next to Scott, only turning to him to help wipe some of the food stuff off his cheeks. Baby or not, Scott was always such a messy eater. Soon enough, the two had finished their dinner. Minerva had taken their plates to the kitchen sink to be washed later. Now was the time for cake. Minerva dimmed the lights and lit the birthday candle. Happy Birthday to you… This was it. This was the main event. This is part where the birthday boy gets a big slice of cake and a standing ovation. It was truly a one-of-a-kind experience, watching children with grow and nurturing their limitless potential. Everyone would look on awe of the little one, so excited to see him grow up. What kind of man would he grow up to be? Happy Birthday to you… What kind of man had he grown up to be? It was hard for Scott to say. Of course, when he was a baby, an actual baby, he didn’t have think about such grand questions like that. He was kind to other and tried to help when he could. But, when he young, he didn’t have any great ambitions beyond that. If there was one thing he had to have to life, it probably had to be… a wife. Not just someone to lean on, but someone to care for in turn. Scott like to help and be held. He liked to be needed. He followed that thought, that need, intently and it led him to Minerva. Happy Birthday sweet baby… Minerva was just like Scott. Whereas Scott always wanted to be needed, Minerva always needed to help. It was almost a tick for her. She would always push herself for others, drive someone to the moon and back, not even expecting a thanks in return. She would have worn herself to the bone a long time ago if things had stayed that way. But she met Scott, and life didn’t have to go that way. When Minerva needed to rest her weary head, Scott was there. Whenever there was too much work, Scott would pitch in. He was like a big teddy bear that you squeeze and make all of life’s problem go away for a while. Were they in love? It sure felt like it. Why not stay that way forever? That was exactly what they did. That feeling was why they would marry each other. That feeling was why they had a son. Happy Birthday to you. Julian. Scott had missed a lot of things from the past, from his old life. He missed flirting with Minerva between classes in high school. He missed the long chats the two of them would share at night. He missed stroking Minerva’s hair when she was tired. But most of all, he missed their son Julian. For Scott and Minerva, there had been many mistakes in marriage, many reason for the two to drift apart. Julian was no one of them. Julian was a constant joy in their lives. It was so exciting, watching him grow up and blossom into a strong young man. Every birthday of his truly was a happy one. Come on now Honey! Blow out the candles! Julian was different from parents. He lacked their codependent tendencies. Julian loved his folks, but as he got older, he saw that there was something off about his parents’ relationship. There was certain air of neediness that he couldn’t deny. It was practically symbiotic, the way his parents doted over one another. If mom had a smudge on her face dad would wipe it away. They finished each other’s sentences, talked together like twins in a horror movie. It was sickeningly sweet. It was downright disturbing. It was what Julian want to be away from them. Hurray! Let me cut of a big slice for the birthday boy! He confronted them about it. His folks just laughed it off. When he yelled and cursed and bawled at them during dinner, they were not laughing. Having mister and misses Rogers as your parents just wasn’t cool when you reach high school. When you lived in a small town like theirs, it made you liable to get your ass kicked. If the fighting had done for Julian’s parents, it had been a wakeup call. Attaboy! Such a good eater! The house was a lot quieter after that. Scott and Minerva had lost something after that night as well. Were they doing something wrong? Was there a wrong way to fall in love? Maybe. Truthfully, Scott and Minerva had never taken the time to work out their own issues. The spark the two had nurtured had been replaced with doubt. Whatever love was it wasn’t supposed to feel this guilty. Slow down kiddo! We have to get all this on tape! Julian avoided his all throughout high school. There was no bonding, just short bullet point conversation. Just deflated sighs and rolled eyes. Julian wanted to be away from his parents. He wanted out. He kept to himself and spent most of free time researching place to go after high school. He had lots of options, all far from home. All he had to do was pick one. He didn’t even have a party of his eighteenth birthday. The day after he graduated, he backed his bags and joined the Navy and left his family behind. The gap between Scott and Minerva had widened even more after that. I bet he can’t wait for next year! Julian never came home. *** “Mother bear syndrome?” Scott asked, “I’m sorry doctor, I’ve never heard of it. It is bad?” Scott almost kicked himself for asking that question. Nothing good had syndrome attached to the end of it. This is why Scott hated hospitals. You can on top of the world one day, then walk into a hospital and leave with a disorder, or a disease, or a syndrome. “To be honest, I’ve never seen a case myself. “Dr. Lambert explained, “It was first documented only a few years ago. The name comes from the feeling of overprotectiveness some women experience during trauma. I’m sorry to ask this, but how have you two been coping recently? Scott stiffened up. He knew the question was coming. Scott still hadn’t come terms with what happen to Julian. The wound was still fresh, and it was like there was an invisible knife being twisted in his chest every time he thought about it. Scott sighed. “I’ve just been taking it one day at time, y’know. I thought Minerva was starting to turn around. When we first got the news, Minerva just…” Scott lost his words, wasn’t sure what to say. Was it right to talk about Minerva like this? She was only a few feet away in the lobby, it felt like his was talking behind her back. What else could he do? She was in no mental state to give her side of the story. “Mr. Dawson, your wife is experiencing extreme levels of trauma. So far, mother bear syndrome has only been present in patient with a history of psychological abuse. Now, her file says she had issue during her childhood. Was she ever treated for that? Scott must have not heard the doctor, because he picked up right were he left off. “Minerva just stopped. She stayed in bed all day; she wouldn’t even talk to me. I couldn’t even bring out of bed for the funeral.” “Mr. Dawson, what happened to you and your wife is perfect understandable.” The doctor actively avoided using words such as natural or normal. There was nothing normal about good men dying so young. “What should I do doctor? Is there some sort of treatment?” “Scott was ready for facts now. The couple was well off, but they were not wealthy. Still, he was willing to work himself to the bone to make her well again. The doctor paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. He pulled a leaflet from his desk and handed it to Scott. “At the current stage, there is not much we can do for her. Mrs. Dawson would need to be monitored further until we could we say how to treat her. Scott looked at the pamphlet. It showed different picture of young adult helping elderly citizens. It was sprinkled his buzz phrases like ‘we are here for you’ and ‘help is closer than you think’. He read the name: “Pleasant Valley Behavioral Health Institute”. It was a brochure for a mental hospital. Scott felt his blood start to boil. He wanted to leap over Lambert’s desk, slug him right between his glasses. He wasn’t even man enough to tell it to Scott straight. ‘Sorry that your wife is broke, better ship looney bin’, right? He couldn’t take it. He could not take losing his family in such a rapid-fire succession. But he also could not afford to blow up right. He needed to cool down. Scott stood up, placed the pamphlet on the desk, and began to walk out of the room. “I’m leaving,” was all he said he closed the door behind him. He didn’t know if Lambert called after him, and he did not care. All wanted to do was leave with his wife. He made his way to lobby, took Minerva by hand, and left the hospital. “Is everything alright honey?” Minerva asked sweetly. “Were you a good by for the doctor.” Scott simply nodded; he was too drained to talk. He didn’t know how, but Scott would find a way to help Minerva. Whatever it cost, he would stay beside her. He had too. “I know you don’t like going to the doctor sweetie, but it’s all over now. Come on, let go home and you can talk a nice long nap. Doesn’t that sound good?” At the time, it really did. *** After dinner, it was bath time. Bath time was okay. It was the only time when didn’t have crinkly padding strapped to his butt, diaper changes notwithstanding. It felt good, just to zone out in tub after a hard day of work. It was like a spa day, if it wasn’t the troupe of bath toys, he had to share it with. Minerva would coo at him like usual, but he was not expected to do, apart from moving sometimes so she could scrub the hard-to-reach places. It was so close to being normal, being like the old days. It only lasted for half an hour on most days, but Scott cherished bath time none the less. It was late, and bath time was now over. Minerva dried her baby boy off and changed him into a nighttime diaper. Scott got to wear one his birthday presents to bed, a warm footed sleeper that was blue and decorated with white fluffy clouds. “Since it’s such a special day, how about you cuddle up with mama for tonight,” said Minerva. Scott did not really have say in matter, but he would not have refused either way. The couple got into bed and snuggled under the covers together. Minerva squeezed Scott tight, nuzzling her head on his chest. Scott stroked her hair nice and easy, the way she always liked. It was Scott’s turn to coddle her. Minerva murmured wearily. “My baby… Mama’s never letting you go again…” A few seconds later, Minerva was snoring, something she only did when she was exhausted. She really had been working all day. Scott hugged her close, until he himself drifted off. In the morning, Scott would go to back to work. Minerva would strap Scott in the highchair, make him breakfast and pick out clothes for him. She would walk Scott the bus stop and wave him off for day, business as usual. Right now, Scott didn’t have to worry about that. Right now, they were sleeping together again. Right now, it felt good to be Mama’s baby.

My name is Michelle and I am a 21 year old college student studying Early Childhood Education. Once I graduate I would love to run a Childcare Facility Business of my own or work for one. I live with my roommate who back when we were Freshman also became my baby girl. She had already been involved with the lifestyle as a teen growing up as her youth was not a very good situation at all. After hearing her story and knowing what I wanted to do with my life, I immediately embraced what she was doing as it made her happy and like I said he childhood was not a very good one so anything that made her happy was a good thing. I eventually wanted to become more involved with this lifestyle for her so I asked her what i could do to help. She told her about being a mommy figure. I said I would have to really think on that because I had started a relationship with a guy at the time and really had no idea how they would deal or even if she would want him to know. Once all that was worked out, I began to start very slowly into mommy things. Not to make this too long we now have been doing this close to 3 years and we both love it. I am still in that same relationship with the guy and even though he does not participate in the lifestyle at all with us even doesn't mind it at all. I suppose I joined here to meet other mommies and daddies and even other adult babies to chat and just to talk about the lifestyle. ** Also I am not looking to take on any new babies or anything like that. **

Hi and welcome, indeed this is a very mis understood lifestyle. Here I am a much older gender fluid person and still would love having a care giver once in a while to treat me like a baby Never have or will understand it

Chapter 39: Open Wide “Open wide.” I obediently parted my lips as Mom returned the pacifier to my mouth the moment the front door latched shut with a metallic click. The pacifier didn’t taste any better than it had this morning, and it took a conscious effort to make sure it didn’t fall out of my mouth and drop to the floor. I thought about how fussy Emilia had been as a toddler when Mom had weaned her off of her pacifier. How is it that babies actually want to have this in their mouth? Of course, weaned implies a gradual process; Mom had simply decided one morning that Emilia would no longer to use a pacifier, at least during times while she was being potty trained. I expected Mom to check my diaper now that we were home, but to my surprise, she didn’t lift up my dress to inspect it, let alone give me a pat on the bottom. I’d already wet the diaper twice this morning, but even though the wetness from the diaper was making me feel that a change was needed, I remembered how these diapers would last the entire night for me, and I typically slept for around eight to nine hours. If I had this diaper on that long during the day, I wouldn’t get changed until it was time to pick Emilia up later in the afternoon. The pacifier in my mouth did serve one important purpose. It reminded me of Mom’s admonishment that I wasn’t supposed to be saying anything. The urge to ask what the plan was for this morning still bubbled up, and I nearly opened my mouth to ask Mom a question before I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to. “Go on over to the living room,” Mom said, setting her hand firmly atop my shoulder. That touch from Mom let me know exactly what she wanted without her needing to tell me so. My heart sank almost as quickly as my knees did as I settled down on to the floor. Mom had said I was being punished like this to make sure my sister saw that she was being consistent, but any hope that this charade would let up some while my sister wasn’t around immediately faded away. “That’s right,” Mom said, in the smooth, drawn-out way one would talk encouragingly to a small child. “Babies who wear diapers still have to crawl across the house. Good job.” The dress may have been a great outfit to wear on a shopping trip, but it was incredibly impractical for trying to maneuver around on the floor, as the front of the dress kept getting caught underneath my knees. When I reached the kitchen entrance – marking the halfway point of the journey – I switched positions, so I was sitting with my bottom on the floor with my dress pulled up above my waist. Yes, that meant pressing down on the wet diaper, but as uncomfortable as that was, it happened to be the best of my limited options. Scooting forward across the floor in a manner that kind of resembled a crab walk wasn’t any less humiliating than crawling, but it was easier on my wrists and Mom didn’t put forward any objections. Mom stopped in the kitchen to put the few groceries and baby food away, while I finally got to the carpeted surface of the living room and switched back to crawling on my hands and knees as I made my way to the couch. However, that left me in a bit of a bind. I wasn’t sure how Mom’s stance against standing worked with needing to get up to get on the couch. Well, if I simply crawled up onto it, I wouldn’t technically be standing, I thought, as I began to lift myself up onto the couch. “Down,” Mom said sharply with a snap of her fingers as I was halfway up. I landed on my well-padded bottom as I dropped back down to the carpet. “No, no, sweetie,” Mom said, her tone softening as she stood way above me with a juice pouch in her hand. “Babies are better off sitting on the floor.” Mom set the apple juice pouch on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Make sure to finish it. Babies need to have plenty to drink.” I moved toward being in front of the center of the couch, where I could sit with my legs stretched out beneath the coffee table and my back propped up against the couch. Mom had already punctured the top of the juice pouch with the little plastic straw it came with. I used the first sip as an opportunity to briefly remove the pacifier from my mouth. Why did sucking on the pacifier make me feel so thirsty? The TV remote was another object babies were not allowed to touch, as Mom made sure to inform me. Mom turned the TV on and kept it on the same channel that Emilia had been watching earlier in the morning. However, she did drop the volume in half, giving me the ability to ignore the once blaring theme music to the current show, which I didn’t recognize. Mom rummaged through the cubbies along the wall where Emilia’s toys and other playthings were kept, coming back from it with a coloring book and crayons, which she set on the coffee table next to the juice pouch. I hated coloring, but I also had no other options to pass the time, and I’d rather ignore the juvenile nonsense playing out on the TV. I flipped through the coloring book – more than half of the pages had been filled in already – before settling in on a scene with Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. I knew Emilia wouldn’t be bothered if I used that one, as it was one of her least favorites. At least Mom hadn’t found time to mix the baby formula yet. When she had left me standing in line at the grocery store earlier this morning, she had returned with a small container of baby formula in hand. And not even one for older babies. This one said it was for newborns. Thankfully, by that time the woman in front of us was too busy emptying her cart and getting ready to pay for her purchases to pay any attention to Mom. I still couldn’t believe I’d actually risked telling her about my accident. What was I thinking? I began to relax as Mom took a seat on the couch, letting me know that this was the last of the baby things that would be happening for now. She pulled out her laptop, and I could hear the sound of her fingers tapping away at the keys as I stared down at the still-blank coloring page. When was the last time I had colored with crayons? Early elementary school? My mind wandered as I attempted to fill in the coloring page. I had severely underestimated how boring this day was going to be. I emptied my bladder again in the diaper almost as soon as the urge to urinate arrived, and then immediately regretted that decision. This was one of the few times where I’d be able to practice holding my bladder as long as I could without needing to worry about the consequences of having an accident. I resolved to pay more attention to my bladder going forward. A familiar jingle – “I’m a big kid now” – playing on the TV got my attention, and I turned up to catch the second half of an advertisement for pull-ups playing on the screen. That was way too on the nose, but it was the first of many ads for pull-ups, diapers, and other baby products, which, given the target audience of these shows, made perfect sense. The next urge to pee came about thirty minutes or so later. I didn’t have a clear view of a clock so I could only estimate based on start and stop times of shows on the TV. I tried to squeeze my legs together the best I could with how I was seated, crossing my feet over each other. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. I counted silently in my head, getting all the way to one-hundred-seventy-eight, nearly three minutes, before I couldn’t hold out any longer and began to fill the diaper up even more. Still, I felt prouder of myself than I probably should of, but had I had a pull-up on, three minutes would have been enough to likely make it to the toilet in time. This time, the warmth in the diaper didn’t fade away, while it still wasn’t as full as I had experienced sometimes in the morning after spending a full night in it, I was beginning to approach a point where a change – as humiliating as it would be – would be a welcome relief. I wasn’t going to ask Mom for a change, though. That would only serve to give her another chance to rub in just how much of a baby I was being today. Mom left the room and returned with a hairbrush in hand. Thankfully, it wasn’t one she had ever used for spankings. I’d kept my should-length hair unbraided today, but from the hair ties Mom had in her other hand, it was clear she had other plans for how I was to spend the rest of the day. Mom took a seat on the couch directly behind me, with her legs spread to either side of me, and, for the first time since I was around Emilia’s age, began to brush my hair. I winced and bit down onto the pacifier as the brush momentarily got snagged by a small tangle, but she was practiced enough from doing my sister’s hair that the brushing was otherwise a painless experience. I felt her part my hair in half with a couple of hair ties, before starting the first of two French braids. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing what this looked like in the mirror. Less than a minute later, Mom had finished with both of the braids and had set the brush down beside her on the couch. She tossed the pigtails forward so that they were resting on the front of each of my shoulders and then went back to working on her laptop. --- “Open wide for the airplane,” Mom said, as she swung the spoon with an oversized serving of sweet potato baby food back and forth while bringing it closer and closer to my mouth. I would have rolled my eyes if I wasn’t so embarrassed. I opened my mouth all the way, closing it only once the spoon was completely in. The sweet potato actually wasn’t that bad. Not really all that different from eating mashed potatoes. Mom was putting her full effort into the meal. I could have finished off the contents of the baby jars in a matter of minutes, at the very longest, had I been allowed to eat from them with a spoon myself. Instead, Mom was taking turns between her exaggerated feeding of me and eating from her own bowl of chicken soup. I was certain my diaper was now close to the point of leaking. Squeezing into the highchair made it impossible to escape the feeling of the wetness against my skin. At least if it leaked, it would be her problem to clean up, not mine. The jar of sweet potato baby food was followed by a carrot flavored one – yuck – and a blueberry-banana mix I would have to reluctantly admit was rather tasty. Three jars of baby food didn’t come close to leaving me full. I didn’t get a look at exactly how much was in them, but they couldn’t have been more than a couple of ounces each. I knew better than to tell Mom that I was still hungry. I had no chance of getting any actual food, and I wasn’t going to play baby food jar roulette with mashed peas still being amongst the remaining options. Mom left me seated in the highchair while she cleaned up from lunch. My mouth was parched as I hadn’t been given anything to drink with the meal, but when I heard the microwave get started, I suspected that I knew what she was going to have me drink next. --- “Open wider.” Mom had taken a seat on the left side of the couch with a pillow propped up against the armrest. I laid down on my back across her lap, with my head propped up and resting against the pillow. I didn’t want the bottle she was now holding up to my face with her right hand, but the baby food had made me thirsty. I hesitated a moment while Mom held the tip of the bottle in front of my lips, but eventually followed her request and opened my mouth. The liquid inside the bottle looked almost indistinguishable from milk, but I was leery about how it would taste. I took my first tentative sip from the bottle. And basically, nothing came out. Just a tiny squirt of warm liquid that tasted like bland, slightly sweetened milk. The need to quench my thirst overwhelmed my sense of shame at being fed like this. I sucked enthusiastically on the bottle, falling into a steady rhythm as Mom continued to hold the bottle at an increasingly higher angle to ensure that I got every last drop while using her other hand to rub gently on my head. I had no way of knowing exactly how long it took me to finish drinking from the bottle, as I couldn’t see any clocks from the angle I was lying at, but it was a lot of effort for how little I had ended up drinking. “Aww, you did such a good job with your bottle,” Mom said when I had emptied it at last. She set the bottle aside, replaced it right away with the pacifier, and gave my cheeks a gentle pinch. “I think mommy needs to check if her baby girl needs a diaper change. I reflexively tried to squeeze my legs together as Mom lifted up the front of my dress, but the diaper was too swollen up now for that to make any difference. She slid her hand underneath my leggings all the way down to the middle of the diaper. I could feel the warmth from the urine as she pressed her hand firmly against the most soaked part of the diaper and gave it a brief squeeze. “Better get you in a clean diapey quickly. I bet you are going to go potty again soon from that bottle, and I don’t think it could hold any more.” I lowered myself from the couch onto the floor, ready to crawl all the way across the house to get changed in the bedroom. By the time I got there, Mom already had all the diaper-changing supplies arranged on the bed. Mom pulled my dress off over my head and removed my leggings completely as well. Without the leggings to support the diaper, I was finally able to see that it really had gotten right up to the point of leaking. Even the smallest additional accident would have been more than it could handle. I cooperated fully with the ensuing diaper change. Each of the cold baby wipes that Mom ran across my skin felt like a massive relief, even though I knew that it wouldn’t be long before the fresh diaper she put me in would be wet. I doubted I’d be able to hold out for an hour, let alone thirty minutes, this time around. “I have some calls to make for work, so we’re going to put you down for a nap until I have that all finished.” I started to roll over to get under the covers of the bed, but Mom held the covers down with her hand. “Babies sleep in a crib, not a big girl bed.” I looked over at Emilia’s crib. It was barely big enough for her to stretch out completely. Our bedroom was too small for anything else. I momentarily forgot what Mom had said about not talking. “But I’m not going to be able to fit in there,” I said, with the pacifier falling to the side of me on the bed. “Of course you’ll fit. Now pick up the pacifier and get in your sister’s crib.” I didn’t know why I suddenly felt like arguing, or why the crib was the final straw in this day of being babied, but I continued my objections. “It’s hardly big enough, even for Emilia.” “You’re going to be quiet or I’m going to give you something to actually make a fuss about.” “But...” I didn’t get a chance to finish my final objection. My head jolted to the side as Mom smacked the palm of her hand into my cheek. The left side of my face stung. I looked back toward Mom with my mouth gaping open, as she grabbed the pacifier and shoved it back into my mouth. “In the crib. Now.” I scrambled off of the bed, wearing only a diaper, a thin top, and socks. Now I noticed how cold the house was. I walked several steps over to the crib — surely even Mom would see the absurdity of crawling that distance — and stuffed myself into the crib through the gap in the side panel that had been slid open. I laid down on my right side in a fetal position with my knees pulled up toward my chest, so that my left cheek, which was still stinging from when Mom had hit me, would have to be pressed down against the pillow. Mom dropped one of my little sister’s thin blankets on top of me. It barely fit. If I were to stretch out my feet even a couple of inches, my feet would be out by themselves in the cold. “I’m going to be doing video calls for a while, so you are to stay in the crib until I come back to get you. No exceptions at all. Do you understand?” I nudged my head up and down slightly with my eyes facing down toward the mattress. Mom shut the lights off before closing the door behind herself. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t get myself into a comfortable position. I switched from laying on my side to being on my back. I still had to scrunch up my knees toward myself to be able to fit, but it did feel better than being on my side. Well above my head, a mobile with a bunch of farm animals on it spun gradually in a circle. The only good news was that Mom would have to be done with her calls by the time Emilia needed to be picked up. And since she wasn’t going to leave me at home, I could expect my nap to be over by then, at the latest. I wasn’t tired at all. Once Mom had gone back to putting me in diapers every night, my sleep schedule had gotten back on track, as I was able to make it through the night without being woken up by wet bedding. I struggled to see how the next few weeks would be any different from this. Back when I had been sneakily using Emilia’s pull-ups, I was routinely having at least one accident in them a day, and sometimes twice. With Mom now to be aware of every accident I’m having, any chance of getting back into panties was non-existent, and further diapered days seemed all but inevitable at this point. As long as I kept my concentration up, I could avoid having any accidents at home. But with only one bathroom, despite my best efforts, there would still be times I’d be stuck having to wait longer than I could hold my bladder, especially at school. I remembered what I had witnessed Samantha doing to her younger brother, how she had stuck his hand in warm water at night to make him wet the bed. I thought about what I could do to get Emilia to start having accidents again, giving me an opportunity to smuggle away some of her pull-ups. I hadn’t tried putting on any of my sister’s nighttime diapers, but given that her pull-ups fit me, I was fairly certain that I’d be able to squeeze into one of those diapers as well. The problem with that is she only used one diaper a night, so even if I could get her to wet the bed again, I wouldn’t be able to get away with taking more than one or two of those diapers before Mom caught on to the fact that they were going missing. So that wasn’t going to be the solution to my issues. Lisa had mentioned seeing a doctor who specialized in treating incontinence issues. I was at the point now where the embarrassment of such a visit would be outweighed by my desire to find any solution that would let me be able to go back to using the toilet as normal. The only time I had gone to a doctor in recent memory had been before the cheerleading tryout at the start of the school year. Mom had called up the school to try to talk them out of making me do it, but the school had simply informed her that physicals were a state requirement to make sure any students that took part in sports were healthy enough to do so and that there wasn’t any alternative if she wanted me to try out for the cheerleading team. That wasn’t the worst of it, though. I’d had to get a half-dozen or so different vaccine shots at the checkup since I had apparently gotten far behind on those. And they had put them all in a row on the same arm, too. The only other doctor’s visit I could recall must have been when I was about four or five years old. It would have been shortly before I had started kindergarten. According to Mom, my daytime potty training had only taken a day or so to complete, but the bedwetting had kept up regardless of anything she had attempted. She’d gotten frustrated enough to take me to a doctor but only got more frustrated when the doctor didn’t treat the bedwetting as a big deal. And when none of the doctor’s advice – don’t drink anything a few hours before bed, limit sugary drinks for dinner, go to the bathroom right before going to sleep, use a wetting alarm, wake up at night to go to the bathroom – did anything to alleviate the issue, she never bothered to take me for a follow-up visit. Her attitude was why pay for a visit to the doctor when she could get the same answers on Google for free? As far as I knew, the same held true for my sister. The only times Emilia went to the doctor were for vaccinations required by the daycare and preschool. I doubted I could convince Mom to take me to a doctor. Pushing the issue might just make her do more research of her own on how to solve things, and I suspected there were even worse home remedies out there than the suppository laxatives she had used on Emilia and me. I could talk to Lisa and get more information on the types of things her doctor had recommended for her. But I would need to wait to do that in person, in case Mom looked at any of my messages on my phone or computer. Another option would be if I could buy some pull-ups of my own to use. I had money saved from babysitting I’d done over the summer, but I couldn’t order anything online privately, and while there were a couple of pharmacy stores in walking distance, I couldn’t figure out when I’d have a chance to go off to one of those stores without Mom noticing. If the opportunity came up, I’d make sure to take advantage of it, but there wasn’t any way that was going to be the case. Mom hadn’t made any mention of how long her phone call was supposed to last, but she would need to pick Emilia up in the late afternoon. I hoped I wouldn’t have to be trapped in my room until then. I’d been so distracted by my attempts to work through a solution to my problem that I suddenly realized that my diaper was wet, even though I didn’t have any recollection of having gone in it even once since the latest diaper change. I wrapped my arms around my legs and pulled my chest up so I could bury my head between my knees as tears began to stream uncontrollably down my cheek. I didn’t even know why I was still keeping the pacifier in my mouth at this point, but I kept it in place for some reason. I just didn’t get it. Bedwetting was out of my control, and given how I had done that through most of elementary school, it didn’t bother me anywhere close to as much as the daytime bladder accidents did. I felt I could control my accidents, if not perfectly, at least to a very large extent, as long as I managed my liquids and made sure to pay attention to the slightest of signals from my bladder. So why did I keep having so many accidents? But I had a more pressing problem than figuring out how I was going to avoid wetting my pull-up tomorrow. The pressure building in my abdomen indicated the need to do something far more disgusting than urinating in my diaper. My body was giving me every indication that I needed to go, and holding it in was getting increasingly more uncomfortable. For a while, I attempted to ignore the urge. But trying to intentionally not think about something is easier said than done. In some ways, this was worse than the laxative. In that case, the urge to go had been accompanied by the uncontrollable ability to go. Right now, I was stuck in the flux of both needing to go and not being able to make myself do it, resulting in an increasing discomfort that I wasn’t able to mitigate. I finally sat up in the crib and crouched on the tips of my toes. The squishy mattress made it difficult to keep my balance, and I fell down once before I got myself up and steadied once again. I had absolutely no desire to mess my diaper. And I wanted absolutely nothing more than for the discomfort in my bowels to go away. I wrapped my arms around the lower part of my chest and squeezed. I let out an audible groan as I emptied my bowels into the diaper. This was an entirely different feeling than the laxative. Much more solid and sticky, leaving a large lump in just one part of the diaper, rather than the mess from the laxative that had spread out throughout the diaper. The smell wasn’t bad. Well, it was bad, but it wasn’t anything close to the stench I had dealt with for my only other messy diaper. The phrase “relieving yourself” was never more accurate than right now. The combination of relief and shame made it hard to understand how I should feel right now. I took extra care with laying back down on my side, making sure not to sit on the mess I had made in the diaper, lest it spread around further on my bottom. The need to pee again went and passed without me doing anything to fight it. I was too mentally exhausted to keep up my earlier efforts to try to work on gaining bladder control. I just wanted this day to end so I could start again tomorrow with a fresh slate. The warm mess in my diaper gradually cooled as the wait for Mom continued. My room, which already had been rather dark when Mom had left, was getting close to pitch black as the sun set early in the late-fall evening. The pacifier was still in my mouth as I heard Mom walk through the hallway on her way to the bedroom. I closed my eyes, pretending as if I had actually gotten some sleep during the supposed naptime. My eyes hurt for a second after Mom opened the door and turned the light on. I wasn’t as ready as I thought I was for that sudden flash. Mom paused for a moment after stepping through the doorway. “Uh, oh, what do I smell in here?” Mom asked, but her tone was jovial, not angry or surprised. I blinked repeatedly as I opened my eyes to see Mom standing in front of the crib, looking down at me. “Sweetie, do you want to tell mommy what you did in your diaper?” I didn’t give her any response, not even a nod of my head. I don’t think I could ever work up the courage to audibly acknowledge having messed a diaper. “OK, well, let’s see what this baby did in her diaper.” I shivered as Mom pulled the blanket off of me and slid her hand to the back of the diaper until she was palming the lumpy mess. “Aww, it’s OK, mommy would get your poopy diaper all cleaned up,” Mom said, stretching out the final few words of that sentence. “And hurry up out of the crib. We need to leave soon to go and pick up your sister.” I somehow managed to get out of the crib without sitting back down on the diaper and waddled awkwardly over to the bed, where I laid back down on the changing pad that Mom had left there from before the nap time. The smell hit me harder once the diaper was untapped and opened up. Mom placed her hands between my legs and gently began to move them apart to make room for her to wipe my bottom clean. “Open wider.”

Chapter 4 WHAM’s one good non-Christmas song was being piped into the massive corporate office of PharmaCorp when Mattie began his rounds. Appropriate, because Matthew was full on jitterbugging and wide awake. “Morning Karen! Morning Meredith!” Mattie performed his usual mail sorting routine with an added amount of pep in his step. “Morning Joe!” Heh. Morning Joe. That meant coffee! Mattie couldn’t help but feel bright eyed and bushy tailed! The last several days he’d slept better than he’d ever remembered. His eyes would close, his breathing would slow, and the next thing he knew he’d wake up feeling refreshed. All it took was laying down and taping on a fresh diaper. No more fear of sleeping in wet sheets, all cold and clammy. Mattie felt so great about it, that it hadn’t even registered to him that waking up in a wet bed hadn’t been something he’d been afraid of until a very short while ago. Nor did it occur to him that waking up with his thumb in his mouth was unusual. The diapers were super comfortable, too. Comfortable enough that as soon as he got home from work that he’d tape himself into a nighttime diaper, sit at his laptop and then do the real work of going through PharmaCorp’s files. Without the need for potty breaks, Mattie could spend a whole lot longer combing through code and communications from multiple departments for any sign of new plans, business deals, anything that might give a clue to their next move. More than just advertising notes could be found once he figured out where to look. For example, based on manufacturing orders placed to China, Mattie had figured out that PharmaCorp was getting more and more materials for plastic backed diapers, while scaling back it’s cloth-like components. They’d scored a hit with old-school gendered diapers...maybe they were trying to bring plastic backed...back? Cash in on nostalgia a second time? Maybe. More digging was needed. Regardless, Mattie was certain that if it weren’t for his diapers and not having to go to the potty as often, he wouldn’t be able to be burning the candle at both ends like he was. They were so comfy and made him feel safe. His regular, boring, big kid underwear felt flimsy and useless. So useless, in fact, that Mattie hadn’t bothered to wear them the last two days. He was going easy breezy while at work and then would go home to pad up for the ultimate double shift. TOILET! Matthew didn’t have to go to the toilet as often! Not the potty! Only babies used that word, and Mattie was a big ki-..grown-u…..adult. Matthew was an adult. And he wasn’t going easy breezy; he was going commando! Yeah! Commando! What had he been thinking? “Mattie?” A voice snapped him out of his confusion. “Are you alright, dear?” Mattie looked to his co-worker. “Yeah, Doris. Why?” The older woman smiled softly at him. “You’ve been standing there fidgeting like a three-year old who can’t decide whether he needs to go potty or not.” Mattie felt a blush heat up the sides of his face. “Sorry,” he said. “Just...lost in thought, I guess.” “Sure, sure,” Doris agreed. “I get it. It’s payday and you’re already figuring out how to spend your first check this weekend. We’ve all been there.” Mattie blinked. “Uh-huh.” He started to push the mail cart away, embarrassed that he’d been unable to split his focus as well as he normally did. Usually, he’d been able to push the cart down the various aisles and cubicle mazes, deliver mail, and keep an eye out for unattended machines to get access to all while talking to himself to build up his confidence and motivation. It was easier than being able to walk and chew gu- “Mattie…” “Yeah, Doris?” “You’re doing it again.” “Oh. Sorry.” “And Mattie.” “Yes?” Doris tapped her pen on her desk. “Are you sure you don’t have to go potty?” Like a knee being hit with a hammer, Mattie bobbed his head. “Yeah, Miss Doris. I’m sure.” “Okay, cutie, keep going.” Mattie did, even as he blushed. Miss Doris was a little old for him, almost Mrs. Northeaster’s age, but he liked being called cute. His hand came off the cart and his thumb started to inch up towards his mouth. “The fu-?” Matthew stopped himself and kept along his delivery route. Maybe he hadn’t slept as well as he thought he had. It was more like an anesthetic sleep come to think of it. A lack of consciousness as opposed to true rest. That explained why he was having such trouble focusing. It didn’t explain what he almost did with his thumb, though. Mattie continued his rounds, focusing on just delivering the mail. A few cubicles that he stopped by had perfectly vulnerable desktops that would have been cake to sync up with his computer back home, but he felt himself too rushed and weary to worry about that now. He didn’t have to find a new system or email or whatever to hack in EVERY day, did he? It might even be more to his advantage to lay low and slack off on the hacking a bit. Maybe use the time to cut loose a bit and seem like an average employee. Go out on the town. Today was pay day after all. “How’s it going Mattie,” one of the big wigs in advertising waved to him. “Workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” Mattie gave a polite chuckle, but nothing more. That must have been the go-to joke around these parts. “Keep up the good work, sport!” The compliment gave him an extra little skip in his step. It was nice when the big people noticed him and told him he was doing a good job. Things were going smoothly enough; first mail drop of the day almost completed. Then Rod Stewart’s ‘Forever Young’ kicked on. In the middle of the floor, Mattie stopped and listened. He sighed and smiled a bit. He sucked on his thumb a little. He started peeing his pants. “Mattie?” a far off voice called. “Mattie are you okay?” The warm spot started out small and quickly spread. The hissing sound of liquid hitting fabric was so faint that it was like a potato chip crunching and only his ears could hear it. It certainly didn’t block out Forever Young, and it blended in nicely with the rhythm of his sucking thumb. “Mattie…” His eyelids felt extremely heavy as the warmth and wetness quickly spread. The front of his khakis stained a darker shade as the urine made a trail, part of it branching out and seeping down the inner sides of his pant legs, as even more of the stuff simply dripped out onto the floor directly beneath him; the first drops of what would be a very big puddle. “MATTIE!” Mattie jerked awake, his eyes finally taking in what they saw; his mind appreciating that he was well and truly pissing himself! He yanked his thumb out of his mouth and gasped as the urine left a obvious trail on its way down to his socks and loafers. “What the-?” Instantly he had the urge to stick his thumb back in! Being able to see what he was doing to himself neither halted nor slowed the act. It only made him very very aware as the cuffs of his pants finished dripping and forming the putrid puddle beneath him. His knees locked, his shoulders shook. His heart felt like he was beating out of his chest. This hadn’t happened to him in...ever? Not since at least kindergarten. “Wh-wh-why?” he gasped. “Saw that coming…” It was Miss Doris’s voice, and it was far off. She was on the other side of the floor, her head popped out above a maze of cubicles with dozens of others, but he heard her all the same. That’s when Mattie realized that his not-so-little accident had been anything but private. Phones were ringing, and music was playing over the speakers; yet no one was answering. No conversations could be heard. No click clacking of people on their computers minding their own business. No. Mattie had wet his pants in front of everyone, and everyone, in turn, was looking at him. Staring. Judging. Two sets of elevator doors dinged open and light bits of chatter were cut off by soft and baffled, “Oh!”s. The would-be-hacker looked down at his sopping wet pants and the yellow puddle beneath them. Already, the stain was cooling; his crotch freezing, as the overpowered air conditioning kicked in. His legs bowed out comically like they were trying to separate themselves from the rest of his body. His arms flapped uselessly like a chicken. To top it all off the only explanation he could muster to sum up his confusion, befuddlement, and outright disgust with himself was a deep, throaty. “WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” “We’ve got a ten-seventeen.” A security guard mumbled into the walkie talkie pinned to his shirt. “I repeat, we’ve got ten-seventeen.” The guard stepped in front of Matty and addressed the gathered gawkers. “We’ve got a ten-seventeen folks! I ten-seventeen! Little boy had an accident! Go about your business! Help is on is on the way!” And just like that the rest of the hustle and bustle joined the Rod Stewart south track. He’d gone from a freakshow and curiosity to...to...a little boy who wet his pants? “What’s a ten-seventeen?” He shouted over to the security guard several feet away. “What’s going on?” The security guard turned and looked at Mattie. “It’s what I just said! It’s big people talk for someone who just had an accident.” Mattie felt like he’d gone through the entire employee manual and didn’t recall any procedure regarding urinary accidents.. Granted, he hadn’t looked too deeply into physical security protocol “Big people…? Why did you call me a little…” The security guard stepped forward and put a hand on Mattie’s chest. “Careful there, sport. Don’t want you making a bigger mess and tracking your puddle everywhere.” Mattie froze. “Somebody’s coming to help you get, sorted out. Okay?” Mattie looked down at himself and imagined himself tromping around, with little wet footprints showing wherever he’d gone.. “Okay…” Up from the stairwell, a door opened came a familiar face in a white coat appeared. “Mattie?” “Ginni?” Mattie asked. Her hair was tied back into a tight pony tail, but otherwise, the auburn haired young woman looked the same as Mattie remembered her. The woman from the pharmacy started quickly walking towards him and the security guard. “Ten-seventeen?” the guard asked. Ginni nodded and was allowed to advance. “Mattie?” she asked. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Pretty girl! Mattie standing in one of the most embarrassing positions ever. And there were only so many words that could be used to describe his current predicament Mattie gulped. “I...hadda...accident…?” He squeaked the words out and added a strange questioning inflection, like he wasn’t sure that his bladder had chosen to let loose. “Are you wearing your big kid underwear?” Such an embarrassing question, stated so simply. “No…?” “Okay,” Ginni said calmly and sweetly.. “Not a problem.” She took Mattie’s hand and gave the top of it a gentle fact. “We’ll get you sorted out, okay?” Despite himself, Mattie felt his pulse slowing. It felt good to know that someone, especially a pretty girl like Ginni, would help him out of this terrible situation. “Okay. Yeah.” Ginni was already taking her coat off by the time that Mattie gave his consent. “Hold still, buddy,” she instructed. Carefully, she wrapped the arms of the coat around Mattie’s waist and tied it into a knot. She threaded the back of the coat between his legs and tucked it into the tied knot. Even Mattie knew what it looked like. “This will take care of it in the short term,” she promised. “Can you step out of your shoes for me and go over the puddle like a big boy?” Like a big boy… The way it was phrased gave Mattie a sense of urgency to the task. Peeling off the first urine soaked shoe, the hacker wide stepped out of the mess he’d made, and then peeled off the second. “Good boy,” Ginni whispered. She gave his hand an extra little tug. “Come on. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” As if they had a mind of their own, his legs waddled along behind Ginni. “That’s right.” He let himself be led to the elevator. Alone in the little metal box, Ginni took out a key card and swiped it on the panel. The highlighted panel went from a dark red palette to a light blue. Ginni pushed the button for the basement. “Ginni?” Mattie asked. “Miss Ginni,” she corrected. “Miss Ginni?” “Yes, dear?” “Where are we going?” “We’re going to get you some fresh clothes, silly.” Miss Ginni giggled as if the younger man had said something positively adorable. Mattie’s mind flashed to an image of him wearing a one size fits all jumpsuit, like what a stereotypical janitor might wear. Or a prison inmate. “All of my clothes are at home,” he shifted nervously. Miss Giinny steadied him. “Don’t worry,” she said. “You won’t need them anymore.” “What?” Matthew cocked an eyebrow and pulled his thumb away from his mouth. He hadn’t even realized that he was starting to suck on it. Without missing a beat, Miss Ginni changed the subject. “So did you mean to go pee pee in your pants or did you forget to go potty?” A thin frown framed Mattie’s face. “Um...I forgot.” “Why weren’t you wearing your training pants?” “Training pants?” Mattie blanched. “What do you mean training pants.” “Sorry,” Miss Ginni corrected herself. “I meant your ‘big boy pants’.” “I don’t wear big boy pants,” Mattie said. What he’d meant to say was that he didn’t wear training pants. It came out much worse than he’d intended. The elevator dinged and the door behind them opened up. Miss Ginni twirled and led Mattie into a.quiet white room filled with boxes of all shapes and sizes. “You don’t wear big boy pants?” she asked. Before he could clarify her eyes lit up. “Oh riiiight! You still wear diapers!” “O-O-Only at night” Mattie tried to correct her. Through his stuttering he didn’t notice the padded floors beneath his bare feet, or question why he’d never seen this room in any of his research. “It’s okay to need diapers at your age,” Miss Ginni promised. “We just gotta take some precautions.” “Precautions?” Miss Ginni took the makeshift bum wrap off of Mattie’s hips and patted the padded floor. “Lay down for me.” Without thinking, Mattie did. “What’s going on?” He asked, afraid of his own body and what was going on. “It’s okay,” Miss Ginni promised him. “You’re not in trouble. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She said all this while unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants for him. “No one thinks any less of you.” Rationally, Mattie very much doubted that. Yet his body put up no resistance as Miss Ginni hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants. “Butt up, please, sweetie.” He lifted his hips so that she could more easily get the pants off him. “Thank you, big boy.” “You’re welcome.” Mattie felt like his whole world was being lifted up with those four words so sweetly said. The brunette leaned over and unbuttoned his shirt. “Gotta get rid of this too.” She was right of course. That’s what Mattie got for tucking his shirt into his pants. He sat up just enough for her to get the shirt off of him. She didn’t even need to ask. “Good boy!” His arm started to creep back towards his mouth while Miss Ginni took his wet clothes, balled them up and tossed them into what he could only assume was a laundry chute. It felt good to suck on something and self-soothe in this terribly awkward predicament. He didn’t have control over much right now, but Mattie felt he could control his thumb. It was a good thing he had his thumb too, because not much else could have soothed Mattie’s nerves, nor muffled the surprised yelp he let out when Miss Ginni came back with a new diaper. “Those are only for bedtime!” A delicate, yet somehow surprisingly strong hand prevented Mattie from sitting straight up and bolting back for the elevator. Mattie couldn’t tell if Miss Ginni was that much stronger than him, or whether his body just froze in place at her touch. Six of one? Half a dozen of another? “What you have at home are bedtime diapers,” Miss Ginni agreed. “But that’s not what I’m holding.” She showed him the padding in her hands. It was nearly identical to the factory error brands he’d taken back to homebase with him in thickness and structure. Only the decorations had changed. If he allowed that to be put on him, bright happy sunshine faces wearing sunglasses and tweeting birds would be decorating his pelvic real estate in lieu of sleepy moons and cuddly critters with nightcaps on them. The stencils for clouds and stars were there, but the colors were more warm and vibrant than the cool mellow tones taped around his groin at night. “See?” “How about I just go home and-?” A single pink-nailed finger pressed up against his lips was enough to cut him off mid sentence. Good thing too, because Mattie honestly didn’t know how that sentence was going to end. “You’re not in trouble, sweetie,” Miss Ginni repeated. “You just had an accident and we don’t have any big kid undies here. We can’t let you wander around. What would the other kids think?” “Other…?” Mattie suppressed a shiver. Already, Miss Ginni had grabbed a pack of baby wipes and was cleansing him while clicking at her tongue. “It’s okay to suck your thumb,” Miss Ginni suggested. So he did. “Legs up.” So he did. His backside wasn’t as sensitive as his front so he didn’t shiver. He also didn’t get his legs down in time to avoid the fresh adult diaper being slid underneath him. “Can I still go pot…” He stopped himself. “To the bathroom?” Miss Ginni busied herself dusting him with sweet smelling powder. He got a kind of a pleasant woozy feeling from it and relaxed more. “Of course big boys can go potty,” she said. “That’s why they get to wear big boy pants and grown-up underwear.” Grown-up underwear, so flimsy and useless. Where had that thought come from? Miss Ginni folded and pulled the fresh diaper taut over his waist and started to apply and adjust the tapes. Not left and right, but bottom and top. The way she gathered up the leg gathers and centered the landing panel; the way she was so fast with everything. The way she tucked the front instead of pulled super hard on the back. There was something odd about it, not in the methods she used, but the fact that she was using them to being with. She seemed so...experienced. “You didn’t answer my question,” Mattie said as best he could without whining. The auburn haired woman finished taping the diaper up and pressed firmly on the decorative landing panel. “If you happen to make it to the potty,” Miss Ginni told him. “We’ll be really proud of you. But if you need a change later, I’ll change you too. No muss, no fuss.” Standing over him, she reached down and offered her arms. He took her hand and sat up. Perhaps it was the setting, but this time he couldn’t just ignore the crinkle. “Okay…” He shouldn’t be agreeing with this, but everything that was being said felt so sensible, even if it didn’t sound so. Including, “Arms up.” Three seconds later a light blue t-shirt was pulled over Mattie’s head. It stopped just past his belly button. It didn’t even come close to covering the top of his diaper. He looked like he should be in a diaper commercial. “Pants?” he asked. “I don’t think you’ll need those,” Miss Ginni said. Mattie felt that there was an implied ‘any more’ in her tone. The blood drained from Mattie’s face as he took himself in. He looked like a giant hairy toddler. “So...what now?” Miss Ginni’s giggle sounded a little less flirtatious and a little more sinister. “You’re still a big boy, right?” she asked rhetorically. “You’re all cleaned up. Time to go back to work.” Mattie gulped. “Work?

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How long would I be able to convince her that I wasn’t all that interested, despite my repeat meetings with her? “I did,” I said with a confident nod. Veronica's smile widened, and it was a tough one to read. Genuine happiness? Snark? Sarcasm? Something else altogether? Ashley, on the other hand, couldn’t hide her feelings if she wanted to. Her eyes looked like cartoonish hearts and she clutched her chest as if the very topic of romance warmed her soul. It was adorable; frustratingly so. “I’m happy for you,” Veronica said. It seemed genuine. “Me too,” Ashley said. “What was her name again?” “Lucy,” I said. “She’s cute?” asked Veronica. I nodded. “I certainly think so.” “Cuter than Ashley?” Veronica asked next, as she playfully stroked Ashley’s thigh. “Oh...well…” Ashley was unsure whether to take the compliment or to deflect. “A different kind of cute, I guess,” I said. Ashley seemed satisfied with that answer and she shot me a warm smile. “You seem on edge,” Veronica said. “Is this...stressful for you?” “I guess I just wasn’t prepared to be in the interrogation chair.” Veronica shrugged. “Foolish on your part, no? Of course we’d want to know everything.” I quickly debated on what I should tell them. Was there actually any harm in saying everything? No...probably not. But this evening belonged to me, and I didn’t want to see every detail scrutinized by someone else. Still, I thought I should at least start at the beginning. “Lucy is…” the words proved harder to say than I expected. “She is...what? A good dancer? Flirty?” I spit it out: “She’s into ageplay as well.” I cherished these little moments. It wasn’t a vindictive feeling, I just liked these opportunities where I could catch Veronica off guard. She didn’t look upset by this revelation, but she didn’t look happy either. Clearly she needed to chew on this a little longer. “Well,” Ashley said, quick to fill in the silence left by Veronica, “I think that’s super!” As per usual, Ashley’s delight filled the room with warmth. It put me at ease and I could see that it had even allowed Veronica the chance to catch her breath again. “This is good for you,” Veronica said. I truly believed she meant that. “I trust that she’ll be a...mommy, of sorts, for you? I mean...you’re no daddy.” Ashley held a hand up to her mouth and giggled behind her hand. “Oh...well...you know we just met. And it’s not like you can just...instantly jump into roles and know where everyone fits into a scene and…” “She’s going to be your new mommy, isn’t she?” Veronica asked again, finding the energy to once again put me under her thumb. “Y-yes.” Both girls laughed enthusiastically. “Well, should the two of you get more acclimated,” Veronica said, “perhaps we should all arrange a little...double date?” “Ohhh,” Ashley said, glee filling her eyes. “A play date!” “Now wouldn’t that be something, Jaime? You and little Ashley, crawling about on the floor together in your diapers while we Mommies watched you?” I couldn’t breathe. I could barely think. Veronica had almost immediately weaponized the situation to humiliate me, and it was working exactly as it was intended. “I...I should go take a shower and lie down,” I said, standing up to excuse myself. “I’ll talk to you later.” I turned to Ashley. “It’s always good seeing you. Have a good night.” Ashley nodded, nothing but kindness in her eyes. “You too.” “We’re only teasing,” Veronica reiterated. “Oh, I know,” I said. “You’re good, I promise. I just...I’m tired.” In the bedroom, the door closed behind me, I quickly shed my clothes and disposed of my wet diaper before making my way to the bathroom where I got into the shower. What was I supposed to be touching myself to? Oh right, the thought of squatting next to Lucy’s barstool. I was stroking myself almost as soon as the water was running, but all I could think about was crawling on the ground with Ashley - both of us in diapers. -- I was up. I mean, I was down - in bed - on my back, staring up at the ceiling. But I was awake. I had been for an hour or two. Veronica had come to bed a bit ago. She didn’t say much to me - but neither of us had much to say when getting into bed together at night. She had fallen asleep almost immediately. Lucky her. I was surprised to see my phone light up on the bedside table. Mostly because I usually put my phone into airplane mode before sleep. Her messaging me, and my getting the message seemed serendipitous, even if I didn’t really believe in such things. For a very long four minutes, there was no response. It didn’t show that the message was read. There was no icon to show that she was typing. Just silence. I was beginning to wonder if I was getting a message from earlier in the evening. Was I the crazy one for responding to her this late at night? It was kind of a lie. Yes, I was thinking about her. But...likely not the same way she was thinking about me. I wanted to think about her more - especially in the shower - but I got a little...distracted. Lucy didn’t need to know that. I felt myself growing erect in my boxers, under the covers. I wondered about which was more likely - that I was surrounded by women who could control my libido like a puppet - or if it was just me who had no actual resistance to the fancies of pretty women. The very thought was too much for me to handle. I pulled my cock from my boxers, running my hand up and down my shaft. I rarely touched myself while in bed while Veronica slept next to me. But tonight? Maybe I’d make an exception. I turned the phone off, this time putting it into airplane mode. My hand was still on my cock, though, and I wasn’t about to let that go to waste. I started slow and carefully, trying my best not to cause Veronica to wake up. But, the longer I went at it, the harder it got to be so focused. I was thinking about Lucy. Lucy changing my diaper. Lucy breastfeeding me. “Is there a fucking earthquake or something?” My head shot to Veronica’s side of the bed, where she had begun to stir. “Oh...uh, no. Sorry, go back to sleep. I may have been moving around too much or something.” She rolled over so that she was facing me. In our bed - dimly lit by the moonlight - I could see that her eyes were open and she was assessing the situation. “Are you seriously lying here next to me while playing with yourself?” she muttered. “Well...I mean, yes. But...I didn’t mean to wake you up or anything. I was just…” “Give it to me,” she said. “I’m sorry?” Her hand was in my lap, on a mission in the dark to find my erection. “Put it in my hand,” she said. “I want to feel it.” I guided her hand to it, nervous about where this was going. Veronica hadn’t touched me like this in...well, it had been a long time. I wasn’t sure that she had ever touched me in bed while half-asleep. I was afraid she’d grip it tightly and rip it off of my body. Instead, to my relief, she ran her hand up and down in it, as if feeling it again for the first time. Her fingertip slowly assessed every nook and crevice. “What has you so worked up tonight?” she said. I couldn’t see her face, but I just knew that she was smiling in the darkness. “Oh...nothing.” “Your little date, perhaps?” “I mean…” Her tone got even softer - almost to a whisper: “Were you thinking about how she’s going to be your new Mommy? And how you’re going to be a very good boy for her?” “Well...I guess...I…” I was having trouble speaking; let alone being able to think. As with most things Veronica did, my only thought was: To what end? I wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be teasing me...or something else entirely. “It’s about time,” Veronica cooed softly, her head drifting a little closer to my ear. She was talking directly into it now. “You were such a patient baby all this time, weren’t you?” “I...uh...what do you mean?” “All these years, and your mean ol’ wife wouldn’t put you in a diaper or feed your bottle, would she?” Her hand gripped my cock harder now as she found a rhythm in her movements up and down my shaft. I had nothing but questions - but I didn’t dare ask them, for fear that she would stop. She hadn’t done this for me in so long. Nobody had. “No hard feelings, I hope,” she whispered. “As it turned out, I was destined to be a Mommy sooner or later myself. I just needed to meet the right baby girl.” Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Ashley. “But I just know that you’re going to be a good baby for… I’m sorry, what was her name again?” “L-Lucy,” I stammered, the building pressure growing to a fever pitch. “Ah yes, Lucy,” she said with a little giggle. “I know you’re going to be a good little boy for Lucy.” “I...yes…” “But you know what?” “No…” Of course I didn’t have any idea what else she could have to say. Everything else about this moment seemed to fall far outside of the norm. “I’ll still own you. And I always will.” There was just a single moment - an iota of a second - where I tried to wrap my head around what that meant. But the answer came almost immediately after, as her hand had successfully pumped me to completion. Wet spurts landed on my belly and hand in the darkness. Her voice had returned to its normal tone and volume: “Goodnight, Jaime.” She rolled over, and slowly faded back into a restful sleep again. My heart thrashed around in my chest and my brain was overloaded with thoughts. What did that mean? What did any of that mean? I reached to the bedside table, fumbling about for some tissues to clean myself up. Once finished, I let them fall to the floor next to the bed and I allowed my head to sink deeper into my pillow. Did she really feel like she...owned me? If that was the case, it would have been nice if she took care of her possession a little more. I had countless questions, and had I a little more energy, maybe I would’ve stayed up later to ponder over them endlessly and hopelessly. Yet my eyes were getting heavy. It was for the best. The last thing I wanted to do was talk myself out of seeing Lucy again. I would dream that I was just a plastic baby doll, being passed back around in a circle of Veronica, Ashley and Lucy.

Hello! I have been lurking ABDL forums and reading stories for over a decade now. I've written a few stories in the past, but the majority of them have never seen the light of day and are unfinished. This is my first time publishing one of my stories online. I have several ideas that I may explore in the future, including some related to this story. I hope to share some of them in the future. This story is about 18 year old Penny, who is desperate to find out what it's like to wear diapers. Unfortunately, she does not have any money or a drivers license to purchase them herself. After scheming for a few days she hatches a plan to convince her mom to buy them for her. Throughout the story she lives out some of her perverted fantasies, with and without the help of her unknowing mother. ---------- "Goodnight sweetheart! See you in the morning!" My mom yelled from down the hall. "Goodnight mom!" I yelled back from my room. If everything goes according to my plan, then she is going to be shocked when she sees me in the morning. My plan is simple: wet the bed every night for a few nights and ask mom to buy me diapers to wear at night. The plan would be embarrassing for sure, but after years of waiting to try diapers it was the best idea I could come up with. Sure, I could just go to the store and get them myself, but that would require a drivers license and money. Despite being 18 years old, I had neither. There also came a risk of someone seeing me buying them. You're probably wondering why I want to be put back into diapers. Before I explain that though, I should probably give a few more details about myself. My name is Penelope, but everyone just calls me Penny. I'm 18 years old and am halfway through my senior year of high school. I'm 5'1" with long, black hair and brown eyes. Despite being 18 for a couple of months now, I still don't have my drivers license or a job. It's a bit embarrassing, considering most of the people in my class have at least one or the other. The reason I want to be put back in diapers is a bit more complicated. For years now, I've want to try wearing (and using) diapers and being treated like a baby. I don't know why these feelings and fantasies developed, but I've waited so long to make them a reality. The first time I remember thinking about it was 4 years ago at Christmas dinner. My older cousin was there with her baby. Eventually, the baby needed changed, so she laid him down on the floor and changed his diaper in front of everyone. I watched, only being able to imagine myself in his position; laying on the floor, getting changed out of a wet diaper with my entire family watching. After that, I continued having increasingly babyish fantasies, including being fed in a highchair, sleeping in a crib, and even getting spanked. I searched online and eventually found other people who had similar fantasies to mine. I even found fictional stories that they created, which caused me to develop a ton more fantasies. I've been wanting to try diapers for years now because of these fantasies, so I spent multiple days coming up with a plan. Starting tonight, I am going to purposefully pee myself in bed. In the morning, I'll tell my mom about it and let her see me in my wet pajamas. It's going to be super embarrassing, but it will be worth it in the end. I'll do this again the next night, and the night after that too. After that, if she hasn't already suggested wearing a diaper to bed, I'll ask her to get me some. Of course, I'll have to keep wetting myself after that to keep up the charade. It will be fine though, since I'll have a diaper to soak it all up. Even if I end up not liking it, all I have to do is stop wetting myself. I set an alarm on my phone for 5:30am so that I could wake up to perform the deed. I didn't want to do it to early in the night since it will probably be pretty uncomfortable and hard to fall back asleep in. Usually I would wake up at 6:30 on school days, so if I couldn't fall back asleep I wouldn't be missing out on too much sleep. Putting my phone down, I went over to my dresser and got out a pair of pajama bottoms. All I could imagine was putting them on over a diaper and seeing it bulge out the back. After getting dressed I took a couple drinks of my water and got into bed. It was hard to fall asleep with all the thoughts running through my mind and the anticipation. ----- Soon enough, I was awoken by the alarm I set. I slowly opened my eyes and felt a slight pressure in my bladder from the water I drank. Hopefully that will make this easier and more believable. My heart began to speed up as I began trying to relieve myself. It was difficult to start at first, but after a minute or two of trying I was able to get a small flow going. I instantly began feeling my urine cover my thigh and soak into my pajama bottoms. It soon spread down into my bedsheets and even up to the bottom of my shirt. I kept pushing until it was all released and let out a small sigh as I finished. The hard part now is going to be laying in this for another hour. It wasn't that bad now, but it would begin to stink and get cold very soon. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep again. The wetness and smell were both too distracting. I was beyond relieved when I heard my second alarm begin to beep. I slowly got out of bed and took a look at the damage. My bed and sheets were both absolutely soaked and reeking of pee. My pajama bottoms and shirt were also stuck to my skin by the wetness. I hope this didn't ruin the mattress or anything. Now it was time for the next hurdle: telling mom. I pinched myself until I teared up a little just to make sure I seemed genuinely sad and left my room. Usually mom is making breakfast at this time, so I began to head for the kitchen. Mom was cooking some eggs on the stove as I approached her, so she couldn't see my obviously soaked clothes. "Good morning sweetheart. How did you sleep?" Mom said, not turning around to see me. "M-mom," I said, "I w-wet the bed last night". Mom turned around in shock and saw me standing there in my soaked PJs. I stared at the ground in front of me and did what I could to keep my eyes watery. My face was burning with embarrassment and my heart was rapidly beating. I couldn't even look up at her as she began to approach me. "Oh, sweetheart..." Mom said, as she pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry..." I replied, burying my head into her chest, being careful not to touch her with any part of my wet clothes. I genuinely was sorry about doing what I did, but it's a necessary sacrifice. Hopefully she won't be too mad. "I know sweetie," Mom said while stroking my hair, "go get cleaned up and take a shower. I'll take care of your bed and pajamas." "T-thank you." I responded. I slowly detached myself from her and went back to my room to get some clothes to change into after my shower. When I was out of sight, my face lit up with a smile. Success! I just need to do this again tomorrow and maybe the next day, and then I can get a hold of the grand prize. I peeled off my wet cloths and left them on top of my already wet bed. Now naked, I grabbed my new clothes and began heading towards the shower. I performed my usual morning routine as normal and headed out to the kitchen to get breakfast. I stopped by my room first to grab my phone and noticed that my sheets and wet clothes were gone. When I got to the kitchen, I saw Mom sitting at the table. Across from her was a plate with bacon and scrambled eggs. I assumed it was meant for me, so I sat down in front of it and began looking down, not making eye contact with her to make my bed-wetting seem more embarrassing and believable. "Feeling better honey?" Mom asked me. "Yes." I softly replied. "That's good. I want to talk about what happened this morning. Is that okay?" She asked me. I kind of wanted to say no, but I knew that it may not look too good for my plan. "Yes." I replied once again before taking a bite of the food in front of me. "Do you know why you wet the bed sweetheart? You haven't wet the bed in over 12 years." She slowly and calmly asked me. "No..." I quietly responded, still not looking up from my breakfast. "Did you do anything different last night or take any medicine?" "No..." I replied, taking another bite out of the food. "Are you feeling sick at all?" "No..." "Maybe it was a one off thing then. If you start feeling sick, please tell me, okay?" "Okay mom." "Thank you sweetheart. I'm going to put your sheets in the dryer and head to work. Make sure not to miss the bus." Mom said, getting up from the table and heading towards the laundry room. I was relieved when she finished questioning me. I think I did just fine today! Hopefully tomorrow morning will go just as well. --- The rest of today went just as it usually does with nothing out of the ordinary. Eventually, night time came and it was time to go to sleep again. I took another couple drinks of water like I did last night, but drank a bit less to hopefully help make a smaller mess. I got dressed in a similar outfit to last night and got into bed. My heart was racing once again, but I fell asleep soon enough. I woke up to my alarm the next morning, immediately knowing what I needed to do. "Sorry mom." I whispered to myself as I began to push. My pee soon started to trickle out and soak into my cloths and bed, feeling exactly the same as yesterday. I kept pushing and eventually my bladder was empty. I tried to fall asleep again and was actually successful this time. I awoke to my second alarm going off and the feeling of my cold, wet bed and pajamas. I got out of bed and pinched myself again to fake the tears. Once it seemed genuine enough, I headed out to the kitchen to tell mom what happened. As soon as I walked in, she turned around and immediately noticed what had happened. "Oh... sweetheart..." She said, while walking over to me and scooping me up in a hug. "I-I'm sorry mom..." I replied while fake sobbing. "Shh... I know you didn't mean to sweetie." She replied back while stroking the back of my hair. If only she knew... "Go get cleaned up sweetheart," she said, releasing me from the hug, "leave your PJs on the bed." "T-thank you mom..." I sputtered out while turning to go back to my room to get a change of clothes. Another success! I did really feel bad about mom having to clean up after it though. Because of that, I think after I shower, I'm going to ask mom to buy me some diapers. I was originally going to go three nights before asking, but this will get me them even faster and keep mom from having to clean up after me. My heart was racing the entire time I was showering and getting dressed. It was finally time for the next stage of my plan. This is the final hurdle to getting my diapers. All I need to do now is ask mom to "get me some protection". It's really simple, but super embarrassing at the same time. After finishing the rest of my post shower routine, I took a moment to psyche myself up. I made my way out to the kitchen with my heart beating even faster than it was earlier. Mom was waiting at the kitchen table for me again like yesterday. She even made breakfast for me again too. I took my seat on the other side of the table and stared down at the meal in front of me, trying to build the courage to ask for a pack of diapers. After a minute of silence between us, I finally built up the courage I needed to start speaking. "I'm sorry..." I started "You don't need to apologize sweetheart, I know you didn't mean to." Mom replied, laying her hand on mine. "I-I was t-thinking about it in the shower..." I responded back. This was it, the moment of truth. "I-I think it would be good to get some... p-protection... I don't want to ruin my mattress or sheets if this keeps happening..." "That's very mature of you sweetheart. I'm really proud of you." Mom said in a soft and motherly voice. "We can go to Walmart after work to see if we can find something. Are you sure you aren't feeling sick?" "N-no, I feel normal." I answered, still looking away due to embarrassment. Success! I was kind of hoping that she would offer to just get the diapers on her way home, but after thinking about it I could see why she would want me to be there to pick them out. "I think we should schedule a doctor's appointment if it keeps happening, okay?" Mom said. I've always had a fear of doctors offices and hospitals and she knows it. I know that she just wants what's best for me though. At the same time, there is actually nothing wrong with me. "Mom..." I started before being interrupted. "I know you don't like going there sweetheart, but I'm concerned about you being sick. You haven't wet the bed since you were 6, and now it's happened 2 nights in a row." Mom explained. "I know... I don't feel any different though..." I said, trying to get her to drop that idea. "Let's talk about this again if it keeps happening okay? I'll take you to Walmart after work to look into some protection, okay?" Mom answered, getting up to presumably go to work. A few moments after, mom wished me a good day and I started eating the now lukewarm breakfast she made me. Success! All I had to do now was wait until after mom got off work, and I would have the diapers that I've been craving for so long. I was so excited that I could scream! I can't believe how easy it was! Tonight is going to be fun... School and passed like normal, with the only difference being that I couldn't get my mind off the diapers I would be wearing tonight. Because of this, I didn't really pay much attention in class. At some points, I was even getting a bit horny at some of my thoughts. I was relieved when the final bell rang and I could finally go home. On the bus ride home, a thought crossed my mind: what type of diaper should I get? I really wanted some of the big, cute ABDL diapers that you can find online, but there's no way Walmart would have any of those. They definitely aren't something a bed-wetting teen would pick out either. I'll have to look online to see what they have available. Usually mom doesn't get off work until about an hour after I get home from school, so I have a bit of time to research the best diapers. I turned on my laptop as soon as I got home and went to the Walmart website. I went to the adult incontinence section, but I wasn't really attracted to anything I saw. There was the usual stuff like Depends, but they looked way too boring and from what I've heard online, they're also uncomfortable. That's when I got an idea: pull-ups. I'm pretty petite for my age, so I bet I easily fit into some Goodnites. They weren't actual diaper, but they were super cute and based off what I've read on a bunch of ABDL forums, really good. I navigated over to the baby section and searched through tons of diapers until I finally found the Goodnites. I only weighed a little over 100 pounds, so I could easily fit into the largest size. Perfect! There was still about 45 minutes until mom got off work, so I had plenty more free time. I decided the best thing to do would be to look up reviews for the Goodnites. I found a couple of blog posts from both ABDLs and parents, saying that they were really great. Supposedly, they're really comfortable and can hold a good amount of urine. Both of these traits are appealing to me. I continued browsing more reviews and eventually ended up just browsing ABDL forums. Soon enough, I heard the front door open and mom walked in. It was finally time! I'm gonna need to hide my excitement though if I don't want mom to get suspicious. Moments later, she was standing in front of my bedroom door way. "Ready to go to the store sweetheart?" Mom asked me. "Yeah mom. Let me get my shoes on." I replied in a slow, quite voice. "Okay, sweetheart. I'll wait for you in the car." Mom replied before heading back out to her car. I closed my laptop and got ready. When I got home, I would finally have a pack of diapers! My heart was speeding up again while I made my way out to the car. I got in the passenger seat and soon we were on the road. Mom and I made some small talk during the ride, but I was mainly focused on getting the diapers. A few concerns I hadn't really thought of began to invade my thoughts though. What if someone I knew saw me? What if everyone at school finds out? Before I knew it, we were walking into the store. Mom grabbed a cart and explained to me that there was a few other things that she needed to grab while we were here. I didn't object and quietly followed her around while she grabbed what she needed. I was constantly looking around to make sure there was no one I recognized. Thankfully, there didn't appear to be anyone. "Okay, I think that's everything that I needed. Let's go over to the health section." Mom announced while heading towards the section with the adult diapers. "M-mom, we actually need to go t-this way." I meekly said, pointing towards the direction of the baby section. "The 'protection' stuff is this way sweetheart." Mom said, thankfully lowering her voice. "I-I know..." I replied "I d-did some research, and I t-think what I need is this way..." "Okay sweetheart, lead the way." Mom said with a hint of confusion in her voice. It probably became apparent where I was leading us as we approached the baby isles. I was constantly looking left and right to make sure I didn't see anyone that I knew. Thankfully, the baby stuff was in the back of the store, out of the way of most of the foot traffic. I quickly walked into the baby diaper isle, mom following right behind with the cart. I began to look around for the Goodnites and was eventually able to locate them on the top shelf towards the back. I made my way towards them, but still took a moment to admire everything I was surrounded with. There was a mesmerizing amount of baby diapers lining the shelves. I'd seen images online of girls about my stature wearing baby diaper. I'll definitely need to try that one day. Once I reached the Goodnites, I looked around to try and find a package of the large size. At first I was worried they didn't have any, but eventually found them on the top shelf. Yes! I was about to smile out of happiness, but then remembered that mom was standing right behind me, very likely watching me. "I did some research online... Since I'm so small, t-these are the best option..." I quietly explained to her, my face a bit red with embarrassment. "I see..." Mom said, leaving the cart and walking over to me. I tried to reach up and grab the girls package, but to my embarrassment I was too short to reach the top shelf. Mom quickly caught on and stepped in to grab the package for me. I expected her to hand them to me, but instead she took it as an opportunity to examine the packaging. "They certainly seem like they'll fit you... The designs seem kind of childish though..." "I-I know," I explained "but the adult ones looked uncomfortable and people online said these were the best for teens..." "If that's what you think is best, then we'll get it." Mom said, placing the package into the cart. "Is there anything else that you need?" "N-no." I answered. I desperately wanted a pacifier, baby bottle, or really anything else in these isles, but I couldn't just ask mom for that. "Then let's checkout and get some dinner." Mom said, turning the cart around and pushing it towards the checkout lanes. As we were leaving the isle, I took one last look back. The assortment of diapers, pacifiers, bibs, and every other baby item was so tantalizing. One day... The entire time we were walking to the checkout I was looking around, still paranoid of seeing someone that knew me. It wouldn't be too hard for them to guess who the Goodnites were for, given that I didn't have any siblings. I was also constantly stealing glances at the package in the cart, mesmerized by what was inside of it. So close, yet so far to being able to put one on. Night time couldn't come soon enough. "M-mom, can we use the self checkout?" I asked after noticing that mom was heading towards a cashier lane. "Oh! Of course, sorry sweetheart." Mom replied, realizing why I asked. Mom was nice enough to scan and bag my Goodnites first, helping to hide them from anyone who may see us. I breathed a sigh of relief and helped her with everything else that she was getting. Once it was all payed for we went back to the car and loaded everything up. We stopped by an Arby's on our way home to get some dinner. We usually won't eat out very often, but I guess mom felt like treating me. Eventually, we were finally home. I grabbed our food and the bag containing my Goodnites, brought them both inside, and placed them on the counter. Mom followed behind me, carrying the rest of the stuff that she got. "Go put these in your room and wash your hands sweetheart." Mom instructed, obviously referring to the package of Goodnites on the counter. "Yes mom." I said, pretending to be annoyed at her telling me what to do like a child. It was a bit annoying, but at the same time I really wanted to be treated like a child. It also felt fitting, given she just bought a pack of glorified diapers for me to wear. I grabbed the package out of the bag and began carrying it to my room. Once there, I put it down on the bed and stared at. I wished that I could tear it open and put one on now, but I needed to be patient. I sighed and made my way towards the bathroom to wash my hands, abandoning my new treasure. Once they were clean, I made my way to the kitchen. Mom had already gotten our food out of the bag and was waiting for me. I took my usual spot at the table across from her and began eating. We both finished our meals soon after and I retreated back to my room to do my homework. Focusing on my homework was hard when I couldn't get my mind off of the pull-ups sitting right behind me. I couldn't get my mind off of how they'd feel once they were on me. I really wanted to tear the package open just examine one, but didn't want to risk mom walking in and seeing it. I just needed to wait a few more hours. Eventually, I was able to force myself to finish my homework, leaving me with the rest of the night to fantasize about my Goodnites. I've read lots of ABDL stories over the years, so I had plenty of fuel to feed my imagination with. It probably wasn't a good idea to get too horny yet, but I just couldn't help myself. The first one that came into my head was one I've thought about a lot for years now. It starts off with me doing something naughty and mom deciding to punish me with diapers. I'm made to wear a diaper at all times and not allowed to use the toilet for any reason. In addition, while I'm home I'm treated just like a baby. I have to sleep in a crib, eat in a high chair, and drink out of bottles. Whenever I use my diaper, I'd be strapped down and changed on a changing table in my room-turned-nursery. The next one that came to my mind was an original one. I started having accidents during the daytime, so mom made me wear one of my Goodnites during the day too. From then on, I was required to ask mom to "take me to the potty" if I needed to use the bathroom. Mom would take me into the bathroom, pull down my Goodnite, and wipe me after I finished. If I wet my Goodnite at all, then I was put back in diapers until the next morning as punishment. If I got put in diapers, then the toilet was off limits for the rest of the day, forcing me to use the diaper. If it wasn't apparent, I really enjoyed the idea of getting punished with diapers. I learned that not too long after developing this diaper fetish. My favorite stories online were always the ones where the protagonist is forced to wear and use a diaper against their will. I also love ones about people being treated like babies by their parents for one reason or another. Sadly, I don't think mom would ever punish me that way. She hardly ever even punishes me to begin with, and when she does it's usually nothing more than a scolding. Suddenly, another fantasy popped into my head. It was very similar to the second one, but instead of just being put in a diaper, I would also be given a spanking. Mom would come pull down my shorts and expose my clearly soaked Goodnite. After that, she would sigh and drag me over to the couch. Once there, she would sit down and drape me over her lap. She'd pull my soggy Goodnite down to my knees and begin smacking my bottom. She'd keep on spanking me until I was crying and begging her to stop. When she was finally done, I'd be laid down on the ground and taped into a big, fluffy diaper. After being changed I would be sent to the corner for a timeout. That one was really exciting to me. I see spankings used all of the time in ABDL stories. They're a perfect, childish punishment for adult babies. Mom has never spanked me before, even when I was young. Usually I would just be grounded or scolded. It's something that I've always wanted to try. Of course, I've tried spanking myself before, but it's just not the same. It's not really a punishment if you're doing it to yourself, so it takes away the edge. I snapped out of my trance and took a look at the clock, noticing that it was already 10:00. It was finally time! I just needed to go brush my teeth and wash my face, then I could put on my diaper! I started heading towards the bathroom, but almost ran into mom right outside my room. "I was just coming to wish you a good night sweetheart." She said, enveloping me into a hug before I could do anything. "Good luck tonight." "Th-thanks mom." I said, a bit embarrassed. With that, she released me and headed towards her bedroom. I continued on towards the bathroom and brushed my teeth and quick as I could. I repeated the same process with washing my makeup out and then retreated back to my room. Finally, after years of fantasizing and weeks of planning, I got what I wanted. I practically ran over to the package of Goodnites on my bed and tore open the wrapping at the top. Inside was 24 purple pull-up diapers, just waiting for me to put one on. I pulled one out and began to examine it. The one I grabbed was the cupcake themed variety. It was a light purple with pink and dark purple cupcakes decorating it along with similar colored sprinkles. It was just as cute as I imagined! It was also surprisingly soft. I ran my hand along it and felt a shiver run through my body. "Enough looking! It's time to put one on!" I thought to myself. I set the Goodnite down on my bed and pulled down my sweatpants. For the hell of it, I decided to take off my shirt as well. This left me in only my panties and small bra. My breasts are close to nonexistent, but it's never bothered me too much. It actually plays a part in some of my fantasies where I'm mistaken for a toddler. Because of this though, I wear what's basically a training bra everyday. Next, I slid my panties down and unclipped my bra. I was now naked, but not for long. I picked the Goodnite back up and put my hands through it. A shiver ran through my body, which caused me to notice just how hard my heart is beating. I brought the Goodnite down to my feet and slid my left leg through it, followed shortly after by my right. I gripped onto the soft sides and effortlessly pulled it up and over my groin. I was finally wearing a diaper! Well, not technically a diaper I guess, but it was certainly close enough for me. The Goodnite fit me perfectly and was actually a bit thicker than I expected. The inside was super soft and comfy as well. I turned around and went over to my full body mirror to look myself over, loving the sounds the pull-up made as I walked. I looked absolutely adorable as well! I probably couldn't pass for a toddler, but I could easily make myself passable as a 9 or 10 year old. Just to test this theory, I grabbed a couple of hair ties off of my dresser and put my hair up into a pair of pigtails. To add to the effect, I placed my left thumb in my mouth too. I looked back into the mirror and fell in love with how cute I looked. If I didn't know better, I would believe that I was a legitimate child. As much fun as I was having, I knew it would be best to get to sleep soon, as I still had to go to school tomorrow. I took a couple big drinks out of my water cup and set my alarms before going over to my closet. I debated sleeping in just my Goodnite but decided against it in case mom were to come in here for some reason in the morning. I got out a pair of pajama pants and a large t-shirt, put both on, undid my pigtails, and got into bed. The Goodnite was really noticeable and quite a bit distracting, which made getting to sleep a bit difficult. I could only imagine what it's going to be like to pee in this thing. Based on what I've read online, it will feel amazing. Some concerns soon started running through my head because of this though. What if it leaks? What if I don't like it? I quickly dispelled these thoughts and assured myself that everything would be okay. Eventually, I was finally able to drift off to sleep. --- I immediately woke up when I heard my first alarm going off. The first thing I noticed was the padding of the Goodnite I was wearing. It was finally time to wet it! I definitely needed to go after drinking all that water last night. I've been awake less than 30 seconds and my heart is already racing. I began pushing and slowly felt a trickle of urine come out. Moments later, I was able to get it up to a full flow and could hear it hitting my Goodnite. I placed my hand over my crotch, relishing the feeling of the warming padding. I could feel the urine run along my inner thighs and butt before being absorbed into the padding, which made me feel even naughtier than I already did. After another 20 seconds or so, my bladder finished emptying. The feeling of the wet pull-up was absolutely wonderful! The padding bulked up by a considerable amount and was super warm. I pressed the padding up against my privates just to get a better of feel of it, and adored the feeling. My pee had filled the Goodnite up quite a bit, but I could tell that there was still some padding left dry. I decided to get up out of bed and examine myself. I moved slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible so that mom wouldn't hear me if she was awake for some reason. I was impressed by how heavy the Goodnite became compared to last night, but I guess filling it with pee will do that. I could even feel it being pulled downwards by the weight of it all. Once I was out of bed, I lifted up my shirt and pulled down my pants so that I could examine the freshly used pull-up. The sagging and increased bulk were clearly visible when looking at it in my mirror. Showing off my thoroughly used Goodnite like this made me feel like a naughty child. Thinking about it, maybe I am just a naughty child. I purposefully peed myself multiple times and told a bunch of lies, just so that I could wear a diaper. I even peed in that diaper and enjoyed every second of it. Hell, I even look like a child right now. I guess that settles it then. I'm just a naughty little girl. And like any naughty child, I should be punished. Thinking like this caused me to become incredibly horny. I gave my privates a little rub through my wet pull-up and it caused it to grow even more noticeable. Sadly, I couldn't really punish myself with a spanking since mom would definitely hear it. I couldn't think of any other fun punishment for myself, so instead I decided to just hop back into bed and use my imagination. I pulled up my sweatpants and crawled back into bed, still being as quiet as possible. I laid down on my back, stuck my arm down my sweatpants, and began rubbing myself through the warm, wet pull-up. The feeling was absolutely mesmerizing. The texture and warmth of the soggy padding felt amazing against my sensitive parts. This stimulation was causing my imagination to run wild with fantasies. I pictured myself being made to stand in the middle of the living room naked, except for my absolutely soaked pull-up and a pacifier. Mom would tell me what a bad girl I was and tell me that I needed to be punished. She'd pull my wet pull-up down before dragging me across her lap and spanking me. The spanking was with her hand for only a minute before she switched to using a wooden spoon. Mom would continue spanking me and telling me that "naughty little girls get treated like babies" until I was crying and begging for mercy. When she was finally finished spanking me, she laid me on the floor and replaced my pull-up with a giant pink diaper. Next, I'd be taken to the kitchen and strapped in giant highchair. Mom would put a big bib on me and spoon feed me multiple jars of gross baby food until I wet my diaper. At that point, I would be taken to my nursery for another spanking and a diaper change. Imagining this playing out in real life combined with my rubbing caused me to have my most intense orgasm ever. Thankfully, I had my diaper on to catch any liquids that I released from it. The feeling of an orgasm with a wet diaper on was to die for! How have I been without this for so long?! It took me about a minute or so to recover. Thankfully, my pull-up didn't leak at all, despite how much I was rubbing it. I checked the clock in my room and found that it was only 6:00, meaning I still had 30 minutes to enjoy my wet Goodnite. For the remainder of the time, I stayed under my covers and just enjoyed the feeling of my soggy pull-up. I even let a little bit more pee out into it as I was laying there, which was good because it was starting to get a little bit cold. I was saddened when I heard my alarm go off. I wish I could just lay here all day and play with my Goodnites. Unfortunately, I needed to get ready for school. At least today was Friday, so I could spend all morning tomorrow playing with it. I was about to get up to go tell mom that I wet again, but she suddenly entered my room. "Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well last night?" She asked. "Y-yes." I replied, startled. "Sorry for surprising you honey. I have to go into work early today and wanted to talk to you first." Mom explained, taking a seat at the foot of my bed. "Okay..." I said, already assuming this is going to be about the bed-wetting. "Did it happen again?" Mom asked, setting her hand on my leg. "Y-yes..." I quietly answered. "I'm sorry sweetheart. Did your protection at least help?" "Y-yes, it did. It's way better than a wet bed." "That's good. I think it would be a good idea for you to do a bit of research today and see why this is happening or some things that may help, okay?" "Okay mom, I will. What should I do with this Goodnite?" I asked, my face going red. "Leave it in the bathroom garbage honey. I'll throw it out later tonight." Mom answered. "Okay mom." "Okay honey. I'll see you after work. Have fun at school." Mom said, getting up from my bed and leaving. Mom wanted me to research some ways to stop my supposed bed-wetting? It made sense why, but I didn't really want to change anything with my routine. It would be suspicious if I didn't find or try anything though. Maybe I could just stop drinking water at night? That would make it harder to wet in the morning though. I realized I was wasting a lot of time thinking about this stuff here and got up out of bed. I still needed to get ready for school. Getting up and walking around in the wet pull-up felt just as great as laying still with it. The padding squished around and rubbed up against me as I walked, making it impossible to forget it is there. Sadly, my time left with it is being cut short. I got to the bathroom and was forced to say goodbye to my pull-up. I stripped down out of my clothes until I was left in just the wet garment. I examined myself in the mirror and once again got the feeling that I was a naughty child. Sadly, I didn't have a ton of time to continue examining myself, so I hesitantly gripped the sides of my pull-up and pulled it down to my legs. The once white insides were now colored yellow and visibly damp. I stepped out of it and brought it over to the trash. I got into the shower and began my usual morning routine. About halfway through the shower, I began thinking about what mom had asked me to do. Maybe I could tell mom I'll set an alarm in the middle of the night to use the bathroom? That would probably be the best option since I doubt she'll ever be able to tell if I actually did so or not. I should probably do some actual research on this too just in case. Right as I thought I had a solution figured out, a naughtier idea popped into my head. Maybe I could use this as an opportunity to fulfill another fantasy of mine. What if I asked mom to punish me whenever I wet the bed? This would be a perfect opportunity to experience a true spanking. I could feel myself getting a bit horny again at this thought. It will probably be hard to get mom to agree with it though. She's never spanked me before and I doubt she really believes in its effectiveness. I could probably accomplish it with a good strategy though. I soon realized that I was getting distracted again and began to hurry up with my shower. I'll do a bit more planning on the bus, provided I don't miss it. My morning routine went along like normal after that. Sadly, mom couldn't make me breakfast so I had to make it myself. Thankfully, I was able to make it to the bus on time. As soon as I took my seat, my mind began to drift back to the idea of asking mom to spank me. How would she react to it? As far back as I can remember, she's never even threatened to spank me. Thinking about it, maybe that's why I have fantasies about getting spanked. I doubt I would love the thought as much if I had experience an actual spanking. It was something I wanted to try though, and this would probably be my best shot at it. I spent a lot of my time at school coming up with a game plan. This caused me to once again pay little attention in class. The nature of my plan was also causing me to become aroused off and on throughout the day, which didn't help anything either. I was relieved when the school day was finally over. While waiting for the bus to take me home, I finalized the details of my plan. When I get home, I'm going to do some research online to see if I can find anything about punishing bed-wetting with spankings. I'll use this to back me up if I need to. When that's done, I'll bring it up to mom. I'll ask her to spank me if I wet the bed or my Goodnites. My reasoning will be that it will force my body to associate wetting the bed with getting spanked, which may make it stop. It isn't a perfect plan, but I think it will be enough to get mom to at least try it. I got home before mom like usual and immediately got my laptop out to do some research. I found several sites and blogs where parents mentioned spanking their teenagers and preteens for wetting the bed, but not many of them mentioned it succeeding. I bookmarked a few of the pages where people mentioned having success with spankings. They likely wouldn't be necessary, but they would be good to fall back on if I need to. A few sites I found during my search gave guides and tips for administering these spankings. My particular favorite had several recommendations on it that I loved. It recommended that the spanking be done over the knee and on the bare bottom. In addition, it recommended the use of implements like hairbrushes, wooden spoons, or even paddles for older kids and to spank for a set amount of time or strokes. I'll definitely show this site to mom if she asks. My heart started to beat quickly as I heard the front door open and mom walk in. I had no reason to be as nervous as I was yet, but I couldn't shake the feeling that my plan wouldn't work and mom would start to suspect what was actually happening. I managed to suppress the feelings a bit though and went out to greet mom. "Hi mom." I said while leaving my room. "Hey sweetheart. How was school?" Mom responded. Mom and I talked for a while with no mention of what she asked me to do this morning. Since she didn't bring it up, I didn't either. Eventually it was time for dinner, so I went back to my room while mom was cooking. I continued looking through blog posts from parents who spank their kids for a while and soon found myself reading ABDL stories about being punished for bed-wetting. By the time mom called me in for dinner, I was fairly horny. That should help me with my courage if necessary though. Dinner was going normally for a while. Mom made a chicken pasta dish, which tasted great. I was a bit distracted by the lingering arousal from before, but it was slowly fading. Mom and I talked a bit more about our days like usual before the topic began to shift. "Were you able to do a bit of research?" Mom asked me. My heart rate began to speed up and my face started to burn. I guess it's finally time for my next plan. "Y-yes, I did..." I quietly responded, looking away. "Well, did you find anything helpful?" Mom followed up, not breaking her gaze on me. "I think I found something that might help... It's kind of embarrassing though..." I answered, my face burning even more and my privates starting to tingle. "I understand sweetheart. I know this is hard must be hard for you. Take all the time you need." Mom said, making me feel a bit more confident about what I was about to say. "Well... I read online that it may help to, well... punish me for wetting the bed." I responded. I don't know why, but this was even harder than when I asked for diapers yesterday. I couldn't bring myself to look at mom now. I hope this didn't seem suspicious to her at all. "Punish you? I've never really punished you too much before sweetheart. What else did it say?" Mom asked, talking slow and calm for me. "We-well, they said that eventually my body we begin to associate wetting myself with being punished, which will make me stop." I explained, still not making any eye contact. "I guess that makes sense... What kind of punishments did they mention?" Mom asked. This is it, the moment of truth. "They said the most effective method is... s-spankings." I choked out. It felt good to finally say it. "I see... Is this something you want to try?" Mom asked me, seeming a little bit uncomfortable. "I think it may help..." I responded, still looking away. Mom got out of her chair and walked around the table to me. She got down on her knees to get level with me and gave me a hug. It caught me a bit off guard, but I enjoyed it. "If you think it will help then we can try it sweetheart. Let's finish eating dinner and then talk about this more, okay?" Mom suggested while stroking my hair. "Okay mom..." I responded, returning her hug. The rest of dinner was mostly silence and me feeling like I did something wrong. I headed back to my room once we were finished while mom stayed behind to clean up the dishes. Once back at my room, I continued reading stories about diapers and spankings. This helped me somewhat take my mind off of dinner and how embarrassed I was. I was half way through a story about a girl being tied up in diapers when mom knocked on my door. I quickly closed all of the ABDL tabs on my laptop and got up to let her in. I was already horny from the stories I was reading, so hopefully that will make this a bit easier. "Are you ready to talk sweetheart?" Mom asked, taking a seat on the foot of my bed. "Yes." I answered, also taking a seat on my bed. "Okay. Do you still think that punishing you will help?" "Yes..." I said, looking away. "Then I guess we can give it a try. I've never really had to punish you though, and when I did, it was never with a spanking. Did the stuff online give a guide for it?" Mom asked. "Y-yes, they did. I'll pull it up." I answered. I quickly pulled up the website with the spanking guide I loved on my laptop and handed it to mom. She spent a couple of minutes reading through it, saying nothing. The entire time she was reading, I spent studying her face and waiting in anticipation. "Okay sweetheart, I think I've decided how I want to do this. In the morning, I'm going to come check on you. If your Goodnite or bed are wet, then you're going to get a spanking right away. Since you're a big girl, the spankings are going to be done on your bare bottom with a hair brush. The spankings will last for two minutes. Does that sound okay to you?" Mom explained. "Y-yes, it does." I answered. This is exactly what I wanted! Tomorrow morning is going to be great! "Alrighty then. We'll start tomorrow morning if you have another accident." Mom said. "Thank you mom." I replied. Another success! Mom said goodnight to me and left my room shortly after. Since today is Friday, I didn't need to wake up early tomorrow for school. Tomorrow morning would be my first spanking though, so I was caught in a dilemma of wanting to go to bed now or not waste my Friday night. After some mental debating, I decided to compromise by staying up for a bit, but get ready for bed now. I went to the bathroom and performed my usual routine, leaving out the toilet of course. Afterwards, I retreated back to my room and pulled out one of my Goodnites. My pants soon found themselves on the ground, followed by my panties as I hastily slid the pull-up into position. I opted to not put any pajama pants on yet, allowing my pull-up to be visible and easily accessible. I went back to my laptop and continued reading where I had left off when mom walked in. The stories of diaper punishment and spankings kept me very excited. I would consistently start rubbing myself through the Goodnite and have to stop myself from going over the edge. The soft, thick padding felt great on both my hands and my privates. I don't think I could ever go back to masturbating without a diaper after this. After a while of teasing myself, my need to pee became apparent. Wasting no time, I placed my thumb in my mouth, my hand over pull-up, and became relieving myself. The only sound in my room was from the laptops fans, so I could easily hear my stream of pee hit the padding. Using my free hand, I pushed the now wet padding into my crotch and began teasing myself more. The feeling of my warm urine soaking into the Goodnite and pressing into my crotch was absolutely mind numbing. Seconds later, my bladder and was empty and the pull-up was sagging. The warm and wet padding pressing up against me felt amazing as my mind drifted to thoughts about the spanking I'm going to get tomorrow morning. Hopefully it's enough to make me sorry for being so naughty tonight. I could picture it now: mom comes in to wake me up and I have to shamefully tell her that I had another accident. She'd waste no time pulling me over her lap, pulling down my soggy diaper, and laying into my bottom. From there, my mind began to drift back to various fantasies of mine as I continued to please myself through the pull-up. After my spanking, mom would pull the wet Goodnite back up and send me to the corner for further punishment. I'd stand with my nose in the corner and my arms behind my back for multiple minutes while mom got the supplies to change me into an actual diaper. With these and other similar thoughts in my mind, I quickly orgasmed into the wet padding. I spent multiple minutes sitting still, just enjoying the feeling of pee soaked pull-up. After recovering a bit, I decided it would be a good idea to go to bed. This pull-up was already soaked, but felt way too good for me to want to take off. Besides, mom might get suspicious if I go through 2 pull-ups in one night. I just need to be careful if I want to pee in it anymore. All I could think about while trying to fall asleep was the feeling of the still warm pull-up and the spanking I'm going to get tomorrow. This combination made falling asleep difficult. Thankfully, my masturbation session minutes ago had worn me out a bit. That combined with my general exhaustion from a day of school had me asleep not too long after. --- I woke up sometime after the sun was up. The wet pull-up was now cold and not nearly as comfortable as it was when I fell asleep. The discomfort of it was making me feel like a little girl. Not thinking about it too much, I let a little stream of pee escape into the already soaked diaper. The new pee absorbed into the back of the pull-up, warming it up a bit but not enough to counter the cold of the front. Now that I'm a bit excited and feeling naughty, it's time to find mom and get my spanking. My heart sped up and my privates began to tingle at the thought of this. I've read about spankings for years now, and it's finally time to experience a genuine one. As I was getting out of bed, I heard foot steps coming from down the hall. "Good morning sweetheart. How did you sleep?" Mom asked, opening my door and walking into my room. "I slept a little too well..." I replied, looking down at the floor. I'm sure it was already obvious to her that I wet myself. The pull-up I was wearing was sagging pretty badly and it was evident through my pajama bottoms. "I'm sorry sweetheart," Mom said as she came over and enveloped me in a hug, "do you still want to do what we talked about last night?" "Y-yes..." I weakly answered back. "Okay, wait right here for a second while I go grab a couple of things." Mom instructed before leaving me alone. While alone, I took the time to give myself a couple more rubs through the wet pull-up. I want to enjoy this as much as possible and what better way to do it than while horny? The pull-up was a bit uncomfortable though with how cold it's gotten. While uncomfortable, it did do a good job of making me feel just like a naughty child. A naughty child who needs a spanking. Mom returned moments later and thankfully didn't catch what I was just doing. In her hands, I saw her phone, a towel, and my big wooden hairbrush I keep in the bathroom. I've given myself some spankings with it before, so I knew that this was going to hurt. Seeing this caused some 'juices' to escape my privates and fall into the already soaked pull-up. "Come here sweetheart." Mom instructed as she took a seat on the wooden chair in my room. I walked over to her and she draped the towel over her lap and began fiddling with her phone. When I arrived in front of her, just reached out and gripped the sides of my waist, signaling for me to hold still. "Here's how this is going to go: I set a timer on my phone for two minutes. Once you're in position over my lap and ready, I'll start the timer. I'm going to spank your bare bottom uninterrupted until the timer sounds. Understand?" Mom explained. I replied with only a nod. I then felt moms thumbs hook around my pajama shorts. They were soon pulled down to my ankles, leaving me standing in front of her with in only my top and a visibly soaked pull-up. This caused me to blush even more than I already was. The wetting may have been intentional, but mom didn't know that. She just sees her adult daughter in a wet diaper. Next went the Goodnite. Mom hooked her thumbs around it just like my pajama pants and brought it down to my ankles, leaving my hairless crotch exposed to her. "Over my lap honey." Mom instructed. I complied, stepping out of my pajama pants and pull-up. I left them on the floor behind me as I walked over to her side. I took a deep breath as I draped myself across the towel. My stomach pressed right against her legs. Due to the height of the chair and my short stature, I was completely unable to reach the ground. This left me even more helpless to what was about happen, making me even more excited. "Are you ready sweetheart?" Mom asked me. "Yes mommy." I replied, getting a little too into my naughty child head space. I was too excited to care though. Finally, I get to experience a true spanking. My petite butt was pointed right in the air, just waiting for the first strike to be delivered. *THWAP* I let out a little cry that was a bit more of a moan. Mom definitely wasn't holding back. That hurt way more than I expected! The impact spot stung terribly. *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* Mom continued to deliver a steady stream of spanks to my bottom. Each smack hurt just as bad, if not worse than the last. Every swat was on a different spot of my butt, which was causing my entire back side to hurt. *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* I lost count of the smacks shortly after we started. My moans soon turned into whines as mom continued punishing my bottom. *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* My internal clock was completely thrown off as well, meaning I had no idea how far into this we were. It could be 10 or even 100 seconds until the alarm sounds. *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* Tears started forming in my eyes at this point. Maybe I'd bitten off a bit more than I could chew? *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* Deep down though, this was still incredibly exciting to me. I felt exactly like the naughty little girl that I am. I wet myself on purpose and lied to mom. This spanking is well deserved. *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* The excitement did nothing to cancel out the genuine pain I was experiencing though. My ass hurt like never before. This wasn't even comparable to the spankings I've given myself in the past. *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* Tears were now flowing down my face as I began crying. My butt was on fire! I may have been enjoying this on some level, but at the same time I just wanted it to end. *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* This feels like it had been going on for an eternity! Did mom forget to start the timer? I was already bawling my eyes out and didn't know how much more I could take. *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *THWAP* *DING* *DING* *DING* At last, the alarm was going off! That was seriously only 2 minutes? It felt like 10! At this point I was slumped over moms lap, unable to do anything except cry. My ass felt like it was on fire and I was definitely feeling like a humiliated little girl. "Shh sweetheart, it's over now." Mom said as she stroked my hair and rubbed my sore bottom. "I-I'm s-sorry, m-mommy!" I blubbered out through my crying. I truly was sorry for manipulating her like this, but it was well worth it for how I feel now. My ass was burning, but my naughty cunt was also burning with lust. "I know, sweetheart. Do you think you're ready to get up now?" Mom asked me, still rubbing my butt. "Y-yes." I meekly answered. Because I had no leverage, mom had to lift me up off of her and set me on my feet, just like a child. Once I was on my feet, I continued where my mom left off in rubbing my bottom, not even remember that I was completely naked, save for my shirt. I took a look back at my mirror to get a good view at my bottom and was shocked by just how red it was. I've never spanked myself hard enough to get it more than a little pink. Right now, it's a darker shade of red than a strawberry! Mom took the towel off her lap and got up from the chair. After folding the towel up and setting it down she turned around and enveloped me into a hug. I was surprised at first, but quickly removed my hands from my strawberry-tinted butt cheeks to return the hug. We silently stayed like this for a moment while mom stroked my hair. "You handled that very well sweetheart. I'm sorry that I hurt you so much." Mom said in her motherly voice. "Don't be sorry mom. I asked for it and needed it." Wanted may have been more appropriate, but mom didn't need to know that. "If you say so. I'm going to get a couple of things at the store in a few minutes. Do you need anything?" Mom asked, breaking away from the hug. "No." I replied, excited at my opportunity to get naughty. "Alright, just give me a call if you change your mind." Mom said, taking the hairbrush and towel with her as she left the room. I stood in my room and admired my butt in the mirror until I eventually heard the door close and her car leave. As soon as I did, I went over to my bloated pull-up laying on the floor and pulled it back up to where it had been 15 minutes ago. After being away from my body for so long it had grown much colder than before. It was honestly a little gross, but very naughty feeling. I took off my shirt and gave another glance at the mirror. My spanked bottom was clearly visible around the edges of the pull-up. Now it's time to have some fun. I took a seat on the chair and immediately felt more pain run through my butt. Even with the soggy pull-up beneath it, my ass still felt like I sat down on a bed of spikes. This didn't deter me though, as I stuck my left thumb in my mouth and my right down the front of the pull-up. My mind went back to mere minutes ago, when I was laid over my moms lap in this very chair, getting a very sound spanking on my naughty, wet bottom. After several minutes of spanking memories and playing with myself, I exploded into my diaper with the biggest orgasm I've ever had. I spent several minutes recovering and just enjoying the feeling of my sore bottom and wet pull-up. Eventually I got myself cleaned up and took a shower. The hot water irritated my sore bottom and now that my horniness has passed, it just hurt. The rest of my day went along mostly normal. I say mostly, because anytime I sat down the pain from my spanking resurfaced and shot through my bottom. After several hours it finally calmed down to a dull feeling and eventually faded. Throughout the day I would periodically pull down my pants and panties in front of the mirror and examined how the color of my bottom changed. It may not have been the best in the moment, but I thoroughly enjoyed my spanking earlier. It probably wasn't something I want to experience everyday though, as the pain in my butt lasted several hours past the actual spanking. This wouldn't be good for paying attention in class when I had school. Unfortunately I've put myself in a position where I can't enjoy a wet pull-up without getting a spanking. Was it worth it though? Without a doubt. When it came time for bed, I needed to make a choice. Did I want another spanking tomorrow morning? After slipping on my Goodnite for bed and feeling a tingling in my crotch, I decided that I very much did. After laying down in bed, I let loose and flooded my pull-up. It soaked up everything I gave it and quickly expanded. With thoughts of another spanking in my mind and a warm, soggy pull-up around my waist, I eventually fell asleep. --- Mom woke me up the next morning by lightly shaking my shoulder and encouraging me to get up. I groaned a little and felt my cool, saturated pull-up squish as I moved my legs. As I slowly got up, I remembered what is in store for me right after bed. The thought of another spanking excited me of course, but I wasn't sure if I was prepared for another one after what I got yesterday. "How did you do today?" Mom asked me, obviously referring to my bed-wetting. "The same as last night." I answered. "Alright then. Get up out of bed and I'll be back in just a moment." Mom said as she left my room, presumably to grab my hairbrush. I stood up and got out of bed as instructed. While I waited for mom, I stuck my hand down the back of my pull-up and felt my bottom. I found a couple spots that will still lightly bruised from my spanking yesterday and slightly cringed knowing that they weren't going to get better today. I wasn't as excited for my impending spanking today as I was yesterday either, so I'm sure that was going to make it hurt more. While my hand was down there, I gave myself a few rubs to at least try to get myself horny for the spanking. Not soon after, I heard mom walking down the hall and approaching my door, so I quickly pulled my hand away from myself and out of my pull-up. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to pleasure myself too much before I had to stop. I was still a bit excited, but not nearly as much as yesterday. Mom didn't say anything as she sat down in the chair and draped the towel over her lap. Just like yesterday, she set an alarm on her phone and beckoned me to come over. I did as instructed and mom wasted no time in pulling down my pajama pants and exposing my soaked Goodnite. She began pulling it down, but instead of bringing it down to my feet she stopped right above my knees. When I asked her about this she said it would prevent me from kicking as much as yesterday. I blushed from being told that and from being exposed to mom like I was. Having my pee filled pull-up around my legs like that made me feel like a naughty child, which was perfect. I've fantasized about being put into a timeout corner dressed exactly like this numerous times. In those fantasies it was always right after a sound spanking though. It was hard to move around with my legs restricts like that, but I was still able to waddle over to moms side and position myself for my spanking. "Are you ready sweetheart?" Mom asked me after I draped myself over her lap. "Yes." I answered while bracing myself for the next 2 minutes. Mom placed her hand over the small of my back to help keep me still and used her other hand to start the timer. After grabbing the hairbrush, I quickly felt the first painful blow make contact with my already bruised bottom. I groaned and braced for the next one while trying my best to imagine myself in one of my fantasies. The pleasure could only do so much to counter the pain though, and before too long there were tears in my eyes. Not too long after, the tears were flowing down my face and I couldn't concentrate on any pleasure that I may have been receiving. The pain was even worse than yesterday, which is really saying something. Each loud swat of the hairbrush brought pain throughout my entire body and left my butt feeling like it was roasting over a fire. After what felt like an eternity, mom's alarm when off and the blows to my backside ceased. I couldn't do anything but cry over mom's lap while she rubbed my sore bottom and cooed that it was over. The rubbing felt nice, but did little to alleviate the burning pain. "Are you doing okay, sweetie?" Mom asked me while continuing her rubbing. "Y-yes." I managed to choke out. I had stopped crying, but I was still sobbing a bit. "Do you think you can stand up?" Mom asked me. I tried to stand up, but didn't have any leverage, so mom had to help lift me off of her like I was a child. I had trouble standing up straight once I was on my feet. The pain from my butt caused my legs to be very wobbly and unstable. It didn't really matter though, since mom stood up and wrapped me in a hug, supporting my weight. Mom kept supporting me in the hug until I was able to confidently stand on my own. When I was finally able to, she left my room to go do other things. As soon as it was safe, I pulled my cold, bloated pull-up back up. After it was back where it belonged, I sat down in the chair mom had just spanked me in. My cold urine squished out of the pull-up and right onto my stinging bottom, which had just suffered a new burst of pain from sitting down. The pain became a secondary thought after I started getting in the right mood. Thinking about the spanking I just had, along with fantasies of mom coming in here with a big, thick diaper to put me in, I began pleasuring myself. Pull-ups were great and all, but they weren't technically a diaper. Maybe when I run out of Goodnites I could get some actual diapers instead? By doing that, I would be missing out on the humiliating, childish designs though. I'd have to contemplate that later though, for now I was free to fantasize about being put into a big, thick, baby print diaper. I imagined myself just after my spanking. Instead of what had actually happened, mom would instead lift me up, pull my wet pull-up back up, and put me into a timeout in the corner. I would cry in the corner and release more urine into my already at-capacity pull-up, causing some to dribble down my legs. Mom would come get me shortly and guide me down onto a changing pad she had setup all while scolding me for leaking. On the changing pad, she would rip out the sides of my Goodnite, exposing my hairless privates. Mom would lift my legs to wipe me down and deliver two more swats to my already bruised bottom for squirming. I'd cry out, only to be met with a large pacifier being inserted into my mouth. My bottom would then be lowered back down onto a multiple inch thick, all pink diaper with baby bottle and letter block patterns. Mom would extensively powder me before finally taping the giant diaper onto me. With that, I exploded into my pull-up. After my few minutes of post-orgasm high, I got up out of the chair to get cleaned up. Standing up made the pain in my bottom flare, forcing me to let out a slight moan. The hot shower didn't help my bottom either. I felt the lasting effects of my morning spanking throughout the entire day. Because of this, I resolved to keep both my bed and pull-up dry for the first time in close to a week. It was one thing to deal with a sore butt at home, but having one at school would be bad. The hard chairs would increase the pain much more and make it hard to concentrate. I felt a sense of disappointment as I slipped on my pull-up that night. As much as I didn't want to, I'd need to keep my Goodnite dry tonight. If I didn't I wouldn't be able to sit still at school tomorrow. It feels like such a waste to not use it though. Maybe I could find a way to punish myself when I get home from school tomorrow? I had to restrain myself from rubbing myself through my pull-up after thinking about that. If I got too horny, I probably wouldn't be able to stop myself from wetting. After close to an hour of trying not to think about doing something naughty in my pull-up, I was finally able to fall asleep. --- Mom came to wake me up as she had been doing for the last few days. Waking up without the feeling of wet padding was actually kind of weird after having done so for multiple days. I needed to pee pretty badly though, and had stop myself from instinctively letting it go. "How did you do last night sweetheart?" Mom asked, nudging me a little. "I'm dry!" I answered, sounding a little more excited than I probably needed to. "That's great sweetheart! Did you do anything different last night that you think helped?" Mom said, leaning down and hugging me. "I really didn't want a spanking before school." I answered, telling the truth. "Well I'm glad that it's working. Maybe I should start spanking you for other stuff too?" Mom said with a little laugh. I blushed and looked away. As much as I liked spankings, I wanted to keep them on my own terms. I had to be in a certain mood to want a spanking, and I definitely wouldn't be in that mood after getting scolded about a bad grade or something. "Just kidding sweetheart. Come on, get up and get ready for school." Mom said, leaving my room. I did as instructed, hurrying down to the bathroom as I actually needed to pee pretty badly. When I got to the bathroom, I quickly pulled my pajama pants down to my ankles and the pull-up down to my knees. Using the toilet with my pull-up pulled down made me feel like a little girl. I almost wished mom would come in and praise me for 'making it to the potty on time.' After I was done 'using the potty', I discarded my unsoiled Goodnite in the garbage can. In the shower, I tried to brainstorm ideas for a fitting punishment when I got home from school. I could spank myself, but it would never be enough after getting spanked by mom the last couple of days. I tried hard, but I couldn't think of any way to punish myself other than spanking. Well, there were plenty of things I thought of, but didn't have any of the supplies. I've always wanted to give myself an enema. The idea of being filled with tons of water through my butt and being forced to hold it seemed perfectly humiliating to me. The best part would be after getting the enema though, when I'd be put in a thick diaper that would easily absorb it all. I could imagine myself having to beg to be allowed release it into my diaper. Unfortunately, we didn't have an enema kit nor did I have any diapers that could absorb that much liquid. I was unable to think of anything useful until I got out of the shower. After I finished drying off a bit, I glanced at the sink and saw a fresh bar of soap sitting next to it. The idea of washing my own mouth out with soap instantly found its way into my head and I instantly knew that it would work. I'd read about it in ABDL stories before, but I've never thought to try doing it myself. I decided then and there that it would be my punishment when I got home from school. My day at school was uneventful, as usual. My mind constantly drifted to thinking about after school and my impending self-punishment. My heart started beating a bit harder on the bus as I approached home. From what I'd read, mouth-soapings weren't fun to experience. A punishment wasn't supposed to be fun though, and I'd done something naughty. I rushed through the door as soon as I got home. Mom was still at work for the next couple of hours, so I'd have plenty of time to myself. After setting down my things, I raced to the bathroom and stared at the bar of soap. Very soon, it would be cleaning out my naughty mouth. Remembering that mouth-soapings can be messy, I took my shirt off and set it on the toilet lid. I unclipped my bra and set it down as well, leaving me completely topless. While setting my bra down, my eyes drifted over to the trashcan. I'm guessing that since I was dry this morning, mom didn't feel the need to take out my pull-up. Since there was nothing wrong with it, I decided to take it out and put it on for my punishment. I quickly pulled down my jeans and panties and stepped out of them. As soon as they were off, I began working the Goodnite up where it belongs. Now that I was appropriately dressed in nothing but a pull-up, it was time to begin. I picked the soap off its tray next to the sink. While running it under the water and getting it nice and lathery, I looked up at myself in the mirror. Looking back at me was a little girl with nothing but her pull-up on. Given my relatively short stature and my practically non-existent chest, I felt even more like a toddler. When the soap was plenty lathery, I braced myself and opened my mouth. I tasted the chemicals as soon as the bar rubbed against my tongue. The taste was terrible, and the feeling it left behind was just as bad. Once the bar was about as far in as it could get, I began sliding it in and out. Suds and soapy saliva rapidly began pooling into every crevice of my mouth. Drool began to flow down my mouth and onto my chest as I continued soaping every surface of my mouth. After every surface of my mouth felt like it had been thoroughly coated in the disgusting tasting soap, I bit down on the bar. The fowl taste made itself known again as soon as my teeth broke the surface of the now-soft bar. Using my clean hand, I quickly set an alarm on my phone for 90 seconds. Setting my phone down, I lifted my head up to see how I looked. My mouth, chin, and chest were covered in soapy drool and a caked layer of soap was visible all around my mouth. The drool was still flowing as well, so I'm sure it will be much worse by the time I can take the soap out. If someone saw me, there'd be no way they'd think I was an 18 year old girl. Instead, they'd see a naughty toddler with a thoroughly cleaned mouth. As I stated multiple times already, the soap tasted terrible. It was like I had just taken a drink of random cleaning products with a touch of mint. The feeling was just as bad. My entire mouth was coated in a film with a feel that I couldn't quite describe. My teeth felt especially bad, seeing as how they were dug right into the bar of soap. I looked down at my phone and whined when I noticed that only 30 seconds had past. This was a truly terrible punishment that I'm glad mom never used on me. Sure, she threatened me with it multiple times as a child, but never went through with it. Experiencing it now was terrible, but at least I was in control of the situation. At 40 seconds left, I felt pressure in my bladder. Without even thinking, I immediately began letting loose and flooding my pull-up. After a couple of seconds, I realized what I was doing and tried to stop. By then though, it was already too late. Unable to stop the stream, I decided to just enjoy it. I was slightly turned on before due to my humiliating self-punishment, but the feeling of my wet pull-up amplified it. I let out a moan as I felt my pee soak throughout the pull-up, which caused me to bite harder on the soap. My pee just kept flowing and eventually I even felt some drops run down my leg. My bladder finished emptying as soon as the alarm I set went off, leaving me no time to think about my leaking pull-up. I quickly pulled the bar of soap out and began furiously rinsing my mouth out. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get all of the after-taste or feeling out. After cleaning out my mouth the best I could, I focused on cleaning up the rest of my body. The drool that didn't land in the sink was completely covering my chin to my chest. Once that was done, I was finally able to shift my attention to my leaky Goodnite. I never planned on wetting it, but I lost myself in the moment. I quite literally had an accident. I knew I should of taken it off, but the thought of having a literal accident made me too horny. Standing right in front of the mirror, I brought my hand down and began pleasuring myself through my filled pull-up. My pee squished out through the pull-up, sending a little more down my leg and even onto my hand. I came very quickly and intensely after thinking about myself being punished by mom like I had just done myself. I imagined mom standing behind me, throughly soaping my mouth while I stood there in nothing by a pull-up. Eventually, I was instructed to bite down on the soap like I had done already. Mom would then begin to paddle my bottom while I stood there and wet my pull-up. Once I recovered, I began to grasp the severity of what I had done. Not only had I ruined a bar of soap, I also completely filled a pull-up that I told mom I kept dry. I was legitimately in fear of getting a spanking now, especially after I had just relieved all of my horniness. The best idea I came up with was to bury the Goodnite and soap in the garbage under some other stuff and hope that mom wouldn't notice when she took it out. Not exactly safe, but it was the best idea I could come up with. I carefully took my pull-up off and placed it in the garbage. I made sure to thoroughly clean myself and used the wipes to help cover up pull-up in the trash. The slight taste and feel of the soap didn't leave my mouth for at least another hour after I left the bathroom. That time wasn't fun. No matter how much I tried, I could not get the feeling to go away. Thankfully, it had naturally gone away by the time mom got home and made dinner. My night proceeded like usual for a few hours after dinner, until mom unexpectedly walked into my room. Chills spread through my body when I saw the unhappy expression on her face. "Do you want to talk about what I found in the bathroom garbage, sweetheart?" She asked me, not sounding very happy. "W-What did you find?" I timidly asked, already knowing the answer. "I found a very wet pull-up, even though you told me you were dry this morning." Mom answered. "Did I?" I asked, trying to feign ignorance. "Yes, you did. That's why you didn't get a spanking this morning." Mom fired back. There was no doubt in my mind that she thought I had lied to her this morning. "Oh, I um..." I tried to respond, but couldn't think of a valid excuse that wouldn't reveal what had actually happened. "Listen sweetheart. The spankings are supposed to help you stop waking up wet. You're not going to get better if you lie to get out of them." Mom said to me. "I'm sorry mom..." I said, looking away. "I'll be back in a moment then sweetheart." Mom said before leaving my room. I had a good idea what she was doing and I was afraid. It's one thing to get spanked when I was horny and wanting it, but that wasn't the case this time. My heart started pounding as the fear of my impending spanking began to set in. I couldn't believe I was stupid enough to wet that pull-up! Even while I was in the middle of punishing myself for not wetting it. Mom came back half a minute later carrying the usual hairbrush and towel, confirming what I already knew was coming. "You know the drill, sweetheart." Mom said, taking a seat. I looked down in shame and slowly made my way over to mom. Once I was close enough, she unbuckled my jeans and began lowering them to my ankles. She made me step out of them and soon my panties followed, leaving me bottomless. I didn't resist as she lightly pulled me over her lap. We both said nothing and before I knew it I felt the first blow of the hairbrush assault my bottom. I could tell that this wouldn't be pleasant in the slightest, based solely off the first few swats. Maybe I deserved this for being so reckless earlier, but a full spanking seemed a bit excessive. The swats continued raining down at a slightly faster rate than usual and it wasn't too long before I was in tears. The last couple of spankings I was able to enjoy on some level, but I just couldn't put myself in the proper mood. This probably made the pain much worse for me. "I'm sorry mommy! Please stop!" I cried out, practically blubbering now. My pleas fell on deaf ears though and mom continued the spanking with no hesitation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pain, moms alarm went off. Like before, I probably wouldn't have even known she stopped if I hadn't heard the alarm. I laid still on moms lap, crying my eyes out afterwards. Usually mom would let me stay there until I could confidently get up, but this time was different. After half a minute or so mom lifted me up off her lap and carried me over to my bed. "W-w-what are you d-d-doing, m-mommy." I blubbered out as I was laid down painfully on my back and butt. "We're not done with your punishment yet, sweetheart. The first spanking was to make up for the one you missed this morning. This next one is for lying to me to get out of a spanking." Mom explained. My heart nearly stopped when I heard I was about to receive another spanking. I knew mom was mad, but I had just been spanked until I was a crying mess! There's no way I could handle any more! "No! P-please mommy! I'm sorry!" I begged. "I know you're sorry sweetheart. I hope after this you'll be sorry enough to not do it again. Here's what's going to happen: You're going to pull your legs back and hold them in place against your chest. Then, you're going to get a 30 second spanking in that position with the hairbrush." Mom explained. I could only cry harder as I accepted my fate. I slowly raised my legs up to my chest and assumed the diaper position. I had wanted to get spanked like this before, but not like this! My very red bottom was soon on full display to mom, who was readying another timer on her phone. After starting the timer, mom wasted no time beginning her assault. The hairbrush quickly rained down on my already sore butt. This hurt much worse than what I just received, but it was not in the same spot. It take me a moment to realize that mom was hitting my lower butt and sit spot! Before long I was howling in pain with tears freely flowing down my face. Mom didn't hesitate in the slightest though and kept up a consistently fast pace. It wasn't too much longer before I whining out loud as well. It was only 30 seconds, but it felt longer than the normal spanking I had just received. I immediately let go of my legs and let them fall once mom's alarm went off. That was a dumb decision on my part though, as a fresh wave of pain shot through my body as my butt hit the bed. I quickly rolled over onto my stomach and rubbed my butt while I sobbed into my pillow. I cried for several minutes while mom stood behind me and rubbed by back and butt. After a few minutes, mom gave me instructions to 'wait here' and then left the room. I hadn't moved an inch in the time she was gone but had managed to get my crying under control. "Let's get you ready for bed sweetheart. Do you think you can stand up?" Mom asked once she returned to my room. I silently began getting out of my bed while being careful not to touch my butt to anything. Once I was on my feet, mom began taking off my shirt and bra, leaving me naked in front of her. My face blushed red, though it would be hard to tell due to all the crying from before. I was embarrassed to be standing on display like this, but was too exhausted to give any resistance. "Do you need to use the potty?" Mom asked me as she set my discarded cloths on my bed. "N-no." I said lightly. Mom then went over to my bag of Goodnites in the corner and grabbed one out of it. She brought it over to me and began to spread it out in her hands. When she got down on her knees in front of me I realized what she was expecting. Humiliated, I lightly used moms shoulders to balance myself and stepped into the pull-up. Mom then began snaking it up my legs until I felt the padding take its proper place. I let out a small whine when I felt it brush over my sore bottom. "I want you to go brush your teeth and then we can talk." Mom instructed. "Y-yes ma'am." I replied, quickly scurrying to the bathroom in only my pull-up. I quickly brushed my teeth like my mom instructed before returning to my room. Any and every movement caused my Goodnite to brush against my sore bottom, forcing me to try to be as still as possible. The entire time I couldn't get my mind off of what had just happened. Mom had given me not one, but TWO spankings and then dressed me in one of my pull-ups like I was a toddler. Thankfully mom didn't discover what had actually happened with that pull-up, but I'm not sure if that was worth a second spanking. In the moment, I silently swore to myself that I was going to stop wetting my pull-ups. It was certainly fun, but it was no longer worth receiving a spanking over. I had only myself to blame for asking for this treatment of course, but there was nothing I could do about it now. When I returned to my room mom had already laid out a set of my pajamas on the bed. I wordlessly made my way over to them to put them on, but mom stopped me before I could. "I want to talk before you finish getting ready for bed." Mom explained. Standing in front of mom in just this pull-up was going to make the lecturing I was about to receive exponentially more humiliating for me. I complied though, not wanting to risk any other punishment. "I'm disappointed that you lied to me this morning sweetheart." Mom started. "I thought you were being mature and handling this like an adult, but this morning you lied to me to get out of a punishment like a child would. I thought I could trust you to tell me the truth and manage your bed wetting yourself, but today you have shown me that that is not the case. So, for the next few weeks, I will be managing your protection." "Please mom, I'm sorry! I promise I won't lie to you again!" I said, not knowing what all what mom explained would entail. "Sorry sweetheart, but you showed me today that you can't be trusted to handle it yourself. Starting tonight, I am going to keep your protection in my room. I will bring you one to change into at night before bed. In the morning I will come in to check if you stayed dry myself. Do you understand?" mom asked. "Yes ma'am." I answered back. I was mad about getting lectured and compared to a child, even if it was appropriate. Mom left my room with the package of Goodnites in tow soon after hugging me and wishing me good night. I got myself dressed in the pajamas that she laid out for me afterwards and got into bed. It was hard getting comfortable due to the hot pain throbbing on my butt cheeks. I ended up laying down on my stomach. Laying in bed in pain like this only hardened my resolve to stop wetting myself. It took a little bit due to how early it was for me to be going to bed and the pain, but eventually I finally passed out. ----- I woke up sometime in the night with my bladder aching. Instinctively, I almost let it flood into my pull-up but was thankfully able to stop myself. I forced myself to get up out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. The pain from last nights spankings was still present, but somewhat dulled out. When I got to the toilet, I carefully pulled down my pajama pants and pull-up. Once they were out of the way I sat down, winced, and let my bladder go. I was actually somewhat proud of myself for not using my pull-up instead. Embarrassment filled me when I realized how silly that sounded. When I was finished, I pulled my pull-up and pajama pants back into place. I made my way back to my room quickly and tried to fall back asleep. I'm not sure how long it took, but I eventually succeeded. ----- I woke up in the morning to mom shaking my shoulder. "Come on sweetheart, get up and get ready for school." She lightly said. I eventually rolled over onto my bottom, slightly feeling the residual pain from last night. It was nothing major though and I was able to stand it. "Did you stay dry tonight?" Mom asked. "Yes." I answered, brushing my hands against my pull-up just to be sure. "Well, get up out of bed so that I can check." Mom instructed. "Please mom, I promise that I'm dry. You don't need to check." I embarrassingly answered. "You told me you were dry yesterday when you weren't sweetheart. Now come on, I need to get ready for work." Mom answered back. Defeated, I slowly rolled out of bed. Once on my feet, mom got on her knees in front of me. She hooked her hands around my pajama pants and gently brought them down to my ankles, exposing my dry pull-up. I thought it being visually dry would be enough to please her, so I was shocked when I felt her rub the bottom of the padding. "Good job sweetheart!" Mom said while standing up and giving me a hug. "Now go get ready for school." I did as instructed, this time without the feeling of wastefulness that I had yesterday for not using my pull-up. As much as I wished I could have, it was not worth the spanking. I deposited my completely dry pull-up in the garbage can without a second look back and carried out the rest of my morning routine. That night at around 10:00pm, mom came into my room carrying one of my Goodnites. I expected her to come over and dress me in it like last night, but instead she just left it on my bed. I guess I still had the privilege of putting it on myself. After that, mom wished me good night and went to bed. ----- This routine continued for the next 3 days. In that time I made sure to keep my pull-ups dry, earning lots of praise from mom every morning after she personally verified it. In that same amount of time, I never felt an urge to masturbate or even look at ABDL content online. That is until Friday night. It was a little after midnight and mom had gone to bed hours ago. I was a bit 'pent up' by this point so I finally gave in to my urges. I quickly stripped out of my pants and panties and replaced them with my pull-up. Next went everything above my waist, leaving me completely naked except for my pull-up. Now properly dressed for the occasion, I sat down at my computer and began searching through several ABDL stories. After several minutes I settled on one with ample usage of diaper punishment and spankings. The main character was a girl who was tricked into being diaper punished by her little sister. The little sister made sure that the main character received plenty of spankings and humiliation the entire time. Reading through the story made me long for a spanking of my own. It had been over 4 days now since my last one and much as I hated them in the moment, I still enjoyed them and the humiliation they provided. Was it worth it though? In mom's eyes I was finally getting my bed wetting under control plus I would probably end up regretting it afterwards anyways. On the other hand, if I stayed dry too long she would eventually take away the Goodnites I had worked hard to get. It may also look suspicious if I just up and stopped with no issues after over a week of wetting every night. With these thoughts in mind and horniness clouding my judgment, I release my somewhat strained bladder and began wetting my pull-up. It soaked it all up without issue while I began playing with myself and imaging myself in the position of the main character in the story. When I had finally finished wetting, the pull-up was warm, squishy, and felt and like heaven. I stood up and continued playing with myself, getting lost in my own imagination. I imagined myself in the story. I needed to pee really bad and had to beg my sister to pull down my pull-up and let me use the training potty in my room, as I was forbidden from doing so myself. She refused however, forcing me to wet my pink princess pull-up in front of her. She wasted no time in calling our mom, who was angry with me for not using the potty. I would then proceed to be thoroughly spanked on my bare bottom before being sent to the timeout corner in my wet pull-up and a pacifier. I exploded into my wet pull-up shortly after. The similarities to my current situation made the fantasy even better for me. Sadly, I didn't have a training potty or a pacifier though. I did however receive spankings for wetting myself, which is exactly what I'm in for when I wake up tomorrow. As I calmed down and came off my high, I began regretting what I had done. I was now guaranteed a painful spanking tomorrow morning. With mom having all of my dry pull-ups and and checking for wetness herself every morning, there was no way out of it. That made it a bit exciting for me, but still scary. After finishing the rest of my bed time routine in my already soaked pull-up, I slowly drifted off to sleep. ----- I woke up to mom nudging me like usual. I instantly took notice of my wet pull-up and remembered what I did last night. It was fun then, but I'm now regretting it. When I rolled over on to my back I felt my cold pee squish out up against my skin, which didn't feel too pleasant. "Did you stay dry again sweetheart?" Mom asked me after giving me a moment to wake up. "N-no" I answered. "I'm sorry sweetheart, you were doing really good too. Get up out of bed and I'll be back in just a moment." Mom instructed before leaving my room. I groaned and did as instructed. At least she didn't ask me to let her see. It doesn't really matter though, since she would be getting a clear view of it in a few minutes. I slowly made my way out of my bed and onto my feet. Mom returned moments later carrying the customary towel and hairbrush. "Let's get this over with sweetheart." Mom said, beckoning me over to where she was sitting. I thought the same thing and made my way over to her. She wasted no time in pulling down my pajama pants, exposing my bloated pull-up to her. She had me step out of them and toss them aside. Next went my Goodnite as mom pulled it down to my knees. I was now properly dressed for my spanking and mom didn't waste any time guiding me over her lap. The swats began almost as soon as I was in position, engulfing the house with sounds of slapping and whining. After a while, the whines turned into crying. This was my first time getting spanked in over 4 days and in that time I apparently forgot just how bad they hurt. One of the worst parts was not knowing how much longer I had to endure it. I had a clock in my room, but I couldn't see it from my position over moms lap. The entire time I was crying I was regretting letting my horniness get the best of me last night. It was then that I resolved that I was finished getting spanked, even if it meant I would have to give up my pull-ups. It was ironic really; I had told mom that spankings may help stop my bed wetting as a way to fulfill my perverted fantasies, but they were doing exactly that. After what felt like an hour, moms alarm sounded and my butt was finally spared. As usual, mom let me lay still and soothed my sore butt until I was able to get up and stand on my own. During that time I tried to stop crying. I also thought over my resolve that I made minutes ago. As much as I loved the feeling and childishness of my pull-ups, they weren't worth the pain I was in and I could only keep them for so long without using them. Eventually I was helped up off moms lap and onto my feet. Once mom was gone I pulled my wet Goodnite back up and carried out the rest of my morning routine. ----- It has now been 10 days since my last 'accident' and the same amount of time since my last spanking. Mom has been praising me often for how well I've been doing like I'm a child, but at this point I didn't really mind. Since my last spanking, I've only masturbated once in my pull-up. I was smart enough not to wet myself first though. Tonight was going to be the night that I give up my pull-ups. I am going to tell mom that I'm going to sleep in my panties. I felt a pang in my heart at this thought. I loved the feeling of my pull-ups and the childish humiliation they brought, but I couldn't justify keeping them if I wasn't going to use them. The spankings I had personally requested had ruined any chances of me wanting to use them. My package of Goodnites was starting to run somewhat low as well. Mom returned them to me last week, but still verifies the reported state of my pull-up every morning. There were probably about 7 in there still if I had to guess. I planned to keep them around, stored in the back of my closet 'just in case'. Maybe I could still take one out and indulge in some naughty fun from time to time. That night I sat down at the dinner table with mom. Things were going normally until I spoke up about my plan. "Mom, it's been 10 days now since my last accident." I exclaimed. "Yep, good job sweetheart." she replied. "Because of that, I'm going to try wearing my panties to bed tonight." I stated, feeling like a small child. "It seems like your problem is under control now, so that's good. I'm going to miss seeing you in your protection every morning though. You look just adorable with it." "Mom!" I fired back. I agreed with her and I will miss wearing them, but being told that by my own mother is embarrassing! "I'm just kidding sweetheart. I'm glad you don't need them anymore." She answered. Dinner and the rest of the night went on as normal after that. When I went to get ready for bed I instinctively went to grab a pull-up, but stopped myself. With a depressed sigh, I went and brushed my teeth, padding free. It felt wrong laying down in bed without a pull-up on. They have been my exclusive night time underwear for over two weeks now, and I felt like I was missing something without them. It was kind of hard for me to even get to sleep without feeling the soft padding up against me. I will miss my pull-ups, humiliation, and in a way even the spankings. They all had been a large part of my life for what felt like a while now, even if it was just a few weeks. Maybe in the future I could have a couple of one-off accidents to justify wearing them again for a few nights. That would have to be a while from now though, since my butt was still not ready for another spanking. With these thoughts in mind, I slowly drifted off to sleep. I don't remember too well, but I believe there were tears in my eyes at the time. - End - Epilogue: I very recently graduated high school and am now looking for a summer job before I go to college. The prospect of having a job was exciting to me. Soon I will be able to purchase my own baby items and indulge further into my fantasies. For now though, I just had to be patient. It has now been four months since I gave up my pull-ups. In that time I have not wet my bed once. I have, however, taken a pull-up or two from the leftovers in my closet to play around with. I would of course wet them and play with myself, just like I used to. I only did this if I could dispose of them without mom knowing though, which made it hard and is why I've only done it twice. While I had kept my bed completely dry every night, I was unfortunately unable to keep my bottom free of spankings. After my bed wetting supposedly stopped because of the spankings, mom began to use them as her go to disciplinary method. I was relatively well behaved, but I could have my moments from time to time. Misbehavior used to be met with a lecturing and possibly a light grounding, but now it was met with a lecturing and a firm spanking. These were usually done over moms lap in my bedroom with a hairbrush like before, but mom was not afraid to mix it up. After I brought home an F on a report card she was the angriest I'd seen her in a long time. She made me lay down on my bed and assume the diaper position, just like when she punished me for supposedly lying to her about wetting myself. Afterwards she spanked my poor bottom senseless for multiple minutes, making sure to shade every part a nice red. Sadly, the spankings were very effective too. I would always be on my best behavior for days after one. This didn't go unnoticed by mom either. If I was acting up, she would ask if I needed an 'attitude adjustment', which I very quickly learned was code for a spanking. Just the threat of it was usually enough to get me in line. Other than that though, my life has been mostly normal. There's no way I'd ever be able to forget my experience as a fake bed wetter. I honestly missed it a lot, but I would be crazy for wanting the frequent spankings that came with it. Now that I graduated high school every day was free for me though, so maybe an occasional spanking wouldn't be too bad... After thinking that, I contemplated if it really was worth it. I did heavily miss wearing my pull-ups to bed every night and their ability to make me feel so good. I still had a few in my closet that were left over from before. Maybe I could wet myself once or twice, just to have them back for a little bit... That night when I was beginning to get ready for bed I opted to skip using the toilet and set a quiet alarm for 6:00am. I had a harder time than usual falling asleep that night. It could partially be attributed to my bladder, but I think it was largely due to thoughts of my pull-ups and what tomorrow would bring.

Hopefully I will be able to finish this story. It’s a coming-of-age story starting with a late bloomer. I’ve got it written up to him being twelve, and an outline into adulthood. Kindergarten I was nearly seven years old the first time my mom put me back in diapers. I had just completed Kindergarten. Mom had started me a year later than normal because I still hadn’t mastered the potty on my fifth birthday and my mom didn’t think I was ready. Mom stopped putting me in diapers because some people told her I would never learn to use the potty if I still wore diapers. For the next year, we tried to get me to use the potty, but I was still having frequent accidents. If she watched me closely, and made me go to the potty, I would use it, but I rarely initiated it. She was feeling pressure as a parent because my sister, Emily, was two and not potty trained either. Her friends told her to stop treating us like babies, and we will both learn. Mom put me in kindergarten just after my sixth birthday. I was still having a lot of accidents, but if I was prompted- I would use the toilet. Mom initially told the school that I still had accidents and wondered if I should wear Pull Ups. The school said, “No, don’t put him in Pull Ups. It will be harder to adjust to school, and the kids might tease him. Just put extra clothes in his backpack.” Unfortunately, I kept having accidents. The other kids all teased me because most of them were potty trained, but I was wetting my pants at least once a week. Eventually the school asked mom to start sending me in Pull Ups. That kept me from having accidents, but I almost always was wet by the end of the day, and frequently had another wet Pull Up in my backpack. The school didn’t know what to do because 1st grade was a longer day, and I was not potty trained. On the other hand, I was reading 2nd grade books, and already knew my times tables up to ten. The special class that could handle kids in diapers were for kids way lower than me. I also started to regress in other ways. I sucked my thumb and tended to pout. I started to resist when mom wanted me to go to the potty. She would tell me to sit on the potty, and I refused. I told her I didn’t need to go, and ten minutes later I wet myself. That summer we were going to visit her family in Australia. My sister, Emily, had just turned three, but still not potty trained. Mom decided she wasn’t ready and at least wait until we got back from Australia. She then decided to do the same with me, so I was put back in diapers for the summer. My mom was no stranger to diapers, or nappies as she called them. She wet the bed until she was fourteen. Her younger sister wet the bed until she was ten, and her brother wet until he was sixteen! My grandma used nappies on them. My mom told me that grandma would make her were a nappy on the weekend if she had more than three wet nights in a week, and that happened until she was fourteen. For my uncle Eddy, it was sixteen! My mom treated me just like Emily. We both wore diapers. Mom had two highchairs at home, but we didn’t use them while we were out. But we did use sippy cups, and a double stroller. I think the stroller was more for control than punishment. I had a habit of walking off, or getting sidetracked when we were out in public, and I would lose my parents. Even though I was six years old, she used a stroller even when I wasn’t diapered. Fortunately, I wasn’t a big kid, but I was bigger than most kids who still used strollers. I don’t know if my mom thought of this as punishment, or if she really believed that it was necessary. She didn’t make me feel bad or tell me that I was acting like a baby. She never told me I needed to use the potty like a big boy. In fact, she made a point of noting that I wasn’t potty trained and still needed diapers.

Who's wearing diapers around the family for the first time this year? Who's always done it?

My Daddy and I celebrate our 4 year anniversary this week and I was reflecting on our relationship and how wonderful it is for both He and I to have DDlg as part of it.It got me thinking that it isn't the big things really, it's the small things, the unconscious natural moments.Things like:When He strokes my hair when I'm laying in His lap watching TVThe look of joy on His face when I give Him a coloured picture.The way He tucks a stuffie in my arms when I'm sleepy.The sound of His heartbeat and His scent wrapping me up if I've had a nightmare.The sound of His voice as He reads me a bedtime story or makes sound effects to go with the story.And so, so, so many more things. I'm not saying a caregiver is needed to be little as that's totally not true, but I also can't imagine my Daddy not being with me and giving that unasked for support, reassurance and unconditional love. Here's to caregivers that support, protect and love their littles in ways a lot of us never knew we wanted or in ways we were too shy to ask for. Here's to caregivers making being a little go from being special to being like a dream and a fantasy.Here's to my amazing Daddy Wolf, 4 years together and many, many more years of Daddy/little love and precious moments together.Little kaiya

Hi guys! Kinda feeling like shit today. It's not that I'm having a bad day per say, but it's just that my mind's been acting up again with various different shit. Unfortunately for me I have one of those minds that are very sensitive, meaning that my brain can't process trauma very well and can become traumatized very easily. Meaning It doesn't take a lot to hurt me. So right now my neurology inside my head is fucked up. It's in fight or flight mode all the time now. So at the moment I hate loud noises, like the door shutting for example or the dogs barking, that one drives me insane!?? And I react with great anger over it. I also can get upset rather easily, and the inner monologue inside my head is always yelling and screaming over the tiniest mundane things. That normally would be just annoying to me and don't really bother me, but because my mind is in the fight or flight mode it really pisses me off.?? And I really hate that because I know that that anger's not me. And it's really frustrating to have to put up with. Thankfully through my years of meditation through the practice of the four foundations of mindfulness, I'm able to not act on the anger inside my head and I have great restraint. So that's helpful, at least somewhat but it's still very hard to put up with. I'm really glad I'm on the wait list for a E.M.D.R therapist because boy oh boy do I need one! How this happened was, at the time my mom had a live-in to help with the basic house stuff, cooking, cleaning, laundry etc. Little did my mom know at the time that the live-in had borderline personality disorder, or at least that's what my mom thought. The live-in was never officially diagnosed with that, but my mom had a strong feeling about it. Anyway, the live-in's emotions would go up and down very frequently and she was also very dramatic and very sensitive and I mean VERY sensitive, even to the point where you couldn't set boundaries with her and she would take everything the wrong way, and even cry periodically over mundane stuff. It was REALLY annoying. Like, OH GOD, WHAT NOW?!?? It was very stressful. Anyway, one night let's just say I needed help with something and in the middle of that night I had gotten angry with her for reasons I wanna keep to myself. (SORRY GUYS!?) And I started getting on to her and she just went ballistic, started yelling, getting very angry, making a big deal out of nothing, her eyes changed. I mean it was like she was a woman possessed or something. Mind you while she's doing this, I'm exhausted and I just want to go back to bed. It was just so stressful when it didn't need to be. It was very traumatic and I'm very traumatized by it still. I even cried to myself quietly when all of this was done. I couldn't sleep after that, I DIDN'T sleep after that. Afterwards it was like my buddy just froze, don't get me wrong I could move but I was just so filled with anxiety and fear that it was as though I couldn't. So after that night to make matters worse, we we having biscuits and gravy for breakfast. my favorite breakfast! And it was a surprise, I couldn't enjoy it though because of what had happened last night. I mean the rest of the day it was like I couldn't even function. Even though I did because I remember playing video games that day. LOL!?? But my mind was in pretty bad shape still honestly, and I was VERY PISSED about what I had happened last night. By the way I should mention that the night after this happened it was her day off the next day. So I didn't see her much that day, THANK GOD? because if I had that would have made it much worse then it already was. It was hard enough being around her after she got back that day. In my head I just wanted to rage at her for what she did to me last night, but I knew that my mind couldn't take it and would be traumatized YET AGAIN because that's what my mind does.?? So as much as I wanted to range at her, I treated her nicely. And then I never brought it up to her after what had happened that night. So she probably doesn't even think that it was a big deal. She doesn't even know that she hurt me. But honestly I forgive her because she has mental issues. I just HATE what she did to me so much. And I hate having to put up with mentally ill people. I've had enough of that in my family already. I just really HATE that I have to deal with the fallout of what happened to me because someone was screwed up in the head. And now they fucked up me in the head. And it's NOT FAIR that I should have to suffer the consequences of what someone else's issues are that don't involve me.????? And people wonder why the world is so fucked up. Gee, I wonder why?!!!!!!?????? All that aside though, she was a very nice woman and she helped us out quite a lot, so I'm very thankful for that and she loved me. I just REALLY hate the fact that because of her mental issues, I once again have mental issues that I need to take care of and go to therapy for. Ugh!????

Not me. LOL!?????❤️???❤️??

Yep exactly

Only one thing to do in the company of normies: Deny, deny, deny. "Adults, in diapers? That's like, only for old people and peops with disabilities? Like, people who NEED them, you know? Cuz like who would WANT to wear diapers? That's crazy!" And hope no one notices your own padded state. ?

Pooping in a diaper is part of a babies life so why would it not be part of an age regressor who goes back to being a baby? Being a mommy to a baby or an Adult baby the responsibility for caring for messy diapers is part of the job. It isn't a turn on at all for me it is something I just have to do as a mommy.

I once 'liked' an ad for Abena L4's on Facebook. I was pretty drunk at the time. Luckily my wife spotted it fairly quickly so I was able to remove it from my feed but it was up for a hour or two....

Hi Michelle, and welcome to DD. It’s nice to meet you. Always nice to see new members come in. And you being here, as a Mommy type sounds pretty good. I think you could get a lot out of your time here. There’s no shortage of likeminded people here. If you have questions, don’t be to shy to ask. Maybe there is something that can help you, to help your baby girl. I hope you can do well in all your endeavors, running, or working a childcare facility, and helping to take care of your AB little girl. And, of course you boy friend. I hope you can be comfortable here, and relax, have fun, and enjoy too.

I think each person has reasons they need to do things in life. Looking into this lifestyle as a mommy now and seeing how it is a comfort, security and safe space for my baby girl I believe is a major reason why many go back a regress and do this. For her she had an awful childhood and it is totally understandable to me why she would want to relive a nurturing baby life that she never had. That is why I decided after a long time of research and thinking to join her in this with her.

Incase you didn't know, Northshorecare has a 10 dollar discount right now, automatically applied. Don't forget the click a link to Northshore from this site. So DD gets a little money back from your order.

Very much looking forward to more. This complex tale is both cute and exciting, and also sad and thoughtful. All at once. Nice work!

I recently bought a new car, a Chevy Spark. I was showing my brother the car, and quipped that it wanted to grow up to be an SUV. My brother replied that my car was just a toddler. ?

So I play a lot of VTT(Virtual Table Top) RPGs so this is a map I am working on. I will show you a few screen shots. The first one is the GM screen. The 2nd one will be all the walls (Red) Green is objects you can open and close and blue are windows and doors. another shoot will be the dynamic lighting. I have a fire pit going and the tavern has some lights in the. The last one will be a character with a lamp. Granted I am not finished with this map but its getting there! Notice how the character has light and now the bar isnt lit. Thats because he would need to open the door to see the light. (This is the DM Game Master View) Players view with lit -He has a lamp so it gives from 30ftr of light and 30 of low light but he can see the light from a door at the bar and the light from the fire pit to the north of him.

Well, the OG Crinklz were.

On behalf of both the site owner and the membership, I wanted to throw a BIG shout-out to everyone who donated this month ! Thanks, everybody !

On behalf of the site owner and the membership, I wanted to throw a BIG shout0out to everyone who donated this month, Thanks, everyone !

Gotta paint it like this... ?

There was a funny thread on twitter that showed a video game screen shot of an old BMW Isetta (one of those 3 wheel cars with the "fridge" door front end) with a PeekABU character decal on the front. I responded that it would swell up into an SUV as it absorbed! ?

Now the teacher knows what it feels like when kids in class need to go, and the teacher would'nt let them!!!

Ouch poor boy. Glad you have started a new story. Thanks. Maly.

You guys are funny. I'm going through trying to respond to all the comments and I get three or four more during the time I'm typing this up. ? But I don't think I missed anyone. For sure, we'll have to see how mom decided to handle things for school the next day. Well, I think the one thing we know about Sarah is she is resourceful, so it's fair to say she'll act on at least some of the solutions she has considered. There are about 15 chapters and and epilogue left so far in the outline. That said, it might be more in the low to mid twenties. Chapter 37, for example, was supposed to be the kept home from school and babied chapter, and that ended up becoming four whole chapters instead (don't ask me how that happened, I'm still not entirely sure). There's a lot that's still to come. I think the challenge for Sarah is that obedience to her mom is so ingrained, that instead of direct defiance, she has developed more indirect methods of dealing with her mother's rules as a means of coping with it. ? Thanks! That's an interesting Quara example. And yes, you nailed the style. Honestly though, anytime I see some Quora or Yahoo answers story of a minor being forced to wear diapers for rather absurd reasons (Baptism or wedding diapers, anyone?), I pretty much always assume it was written by a pervy adult or a troll. As far as Sarah's knowledge of Lisa's history goes. Sarah is basically aware of all the main details of Lisa's past from "Diapers Never Lie." To quote from that Chapter 30, where Lisa gives a brief summery of her backstory to Sarah: And, to be fair, a sizable minority of the population does suffer from Dunning-Kruger. Thanks! That's a good point. The diapers could very well end making control harder rather than easier. One thing I should note as well, since this happened a long time back in the story, Sarah's mom did slap her once in the face before, after she had said a swear word. But yes, the way the mom is treating Sarah is far from appropriate. We'll have to see how that get resolved later on. Thanks! Like I mentioned above. Not entirely correct. Sarah's mom did hit her, in chapter 15 or 16, after Sarah said a swear word. No one sees themselves as a villain. Or at least no one likes to. So it makes sense that from the mother's perspective that she is going to believe she is correct or at least try to justify her actions in some way. What is really problematic for Sarah is that to her mom, these methods finally succeeded with Emilia, which only encourages this behavior going forward. And finally, some of these scene are very much meant to be painful or uncomfortable to watch. A lot of that is in response to a lot stories that go the forced diapering route without reflecting on how jarring that treatment would be under more realistic circumstances.

Me too buddy!????❤️?❤️?????❤️?

There are a few times where I wear a pull up with a booster pad when I am waiting for a new delivery of my BetterDry Diapers. I like diapers much better though.

There comes a point in life where you gotta say enough is enough. Sarah's is so stressed out over her problem that she should just try and get the help she needs. Screw what her mom would do its time to make a stand.

For a few yrs around the age of 10yrs old I shared a bedroom with my brother and stepbrother , they had an always wet unprotected bed, I was so jealous of them . I didn't pee the bed at that age, so I had my own bed . I loved the smells sooo much, I would get undressed and lay in there wet bed and wrap up in the soaked blankets,,, I didn't know at that time what it meant when I got aroused, but I was very hard. I just know I felt soo good, and still get very excited when I think about that bed. If I could I would have a bed just as smelly as that one. I keep things somewhat under control for my wife. I would love nothing better than to share a soaking wet unprotected bed??????.

Chapter 5 - The Heist Thief in Service - by LittleFallenPrincess Pulling up to the side of the road, a few streets away from the target’s location, I looked out to the dark, rainy streets of London. Raindrops hit the water that had built up on the pavement, causing it to ripple with every drop that hit it. Droplets slid down the window of the car, pooling slightly at the bottom. The soothing sound of rain replaced the noise of the car engine as Emily turned it off. It was about 2am right now, and if Emily and Mimi’s intel was correct... Miss Carver should be fast asleep by now. “Is the rain going to be a problem?” Naomi asked, concerned. “Nah. Should be okay. Will just have to watch my footing on the way in. And make sure I’m dry before stepping foot inside. Can’t leave any trace that I’ve been in there.” “You’re going to be okay, right Paige? You can do this, right?” “Mimi... I’ll be fine. I’ve done dozens of big jobs like this. I’ll be fine. I’ll just be taking this one a bit more slowly, seeing as we don’t really know what I’m heading into.” “Just... be careful.” “D’aww, you concerned about me, Mi?” “Shut up, both of you. Paige, get going. Otherwise Christian...” Emily started to scold us. There was a crackling on the comms as Christian picked up his microphone. “Otherwise Christian will start yelling...” he warned us. “Okay then... I’m off. See you soon... hopefully!” I said, pulling my hood up and grabbing my bag before opening the car door... only to find the door wouldn’t open. “Why won’t this...?” “EMILY! Did you seriously put the child lock on just for Paige?” Naomi yelled. “BWHAHAHAHA!” Emily started laughing her head off, and as she unlocked the door for me, I could hear Jack and Christian laughing down my headset. “...Jerks.” I said, closing the door with large amount of force. I could see Emily screaming and shouting, probably worried about her precious car, but she hadn’t turned her earpiece on yet, so I smiled back, unable to hear the yelling being sent in my direction. I stuck my fingers up at her and jogged off in the direction of the store. The streets were eerily quiet. Which was a rare thing, even at 2am in London. The odd car drove past, straight through the large puddles that had formed on the sides of the road. Making sure to prevent myself from getting soaked, I stepped up my pace from a leisurely jog to a bit of a sprint. “Don’t wear yourself out...” Mimi said down my earpiece. “I’m fine. Nearly there anyway.” Turning off onto the next street, I saw my entry point. Running at full speed, I ran towards the gate, jumped up and placed one foot on the lock. Propelling myself up, I shot my arms out and grabbed the top of the gate. The metal gate shook a bit, making a jostling noise, so I kept as still as possible whilst holding myself up against it. Lifting myself up, I carefully slipped over the top and over onto the ground on the other side without making any more noise. ‘Good job Paige. That’s the first of god-knows-how-many things you have to get past. Keep going.’ Taking extra care to spot any anti-vandal paint or other security measures on the way up the stairs at the back of the building, I confidently scaled them until I reached the top. Thankfully there were no issues, so I was up in only a few seconds. “Reached the top.” I whispered. “Get that vent open.” Jack instructed. I was very close to making a ‘you’re not my mother’ joke... but quickly realised that would backfire spectacularly... and I knew exactly what direction it would take. So to avoid anymore baby jokes, I climbed up on the edge of the handrail and used that to gain access to the roof. Once I was up on the roof, I stood up and looked out at the city of London. It was beautiful at this time of night. The stars shined, despite being partially hidden due to the pollution of the city. The city wasn’t exactly silent either, but it was a lot more peaceful than it was during the day. I loved and hated this city, but it was home. And after tonight, hopefully I was free to go anywhere I wanted. “Vent. Now.” Jack sounded a bit more forceful than before, so I quickly got to my knees and carefully crawled across the rooftop until I reached the vent in question. Taking out my screwdriver, I unscrewed the panel on the vent, just like I had done in the previous job. Carefully taking the weight of the panel in my arms, I gently lay it down next to me without making a sound. ‘This is fine. Everything is normal. You can do this Paige. Just this job. Focus on this job. Then tomorrow you can be flying out to some tropical island where you can sip cocktails wearing a bikini...’ The vent was a lot smaller than I had estimated, but thankfully not too small. Sure, it’d be a bit of a tight fit, but I could get in and out without too much effort. So squeezing in, I carefully made my way down into the heart of the large, mysterious bookstore. ‘Who the fuck wants some stupid statue this badly? It doesn’t even look expensive!’ I thought to myself as I descended down the vent Reaching the bottom of the vent that hung over the top floor hallway of the building, I looked down both ways, looking for a way out. ‘Right... panel over there looks good. I’ll descend there and then sneak around...' ------------------------------------------------- Once the panel was off, I used my rope to descend to the floor, and as I carefully unclipped it from my belt, I took stock of my surroundings. Whilst not surrounded by large bookcases, the top floor was definitely decorated in the same style as the shop floor. The same wood surrounded me, both on the floor and as a border around the hallway. Old paintings of various people and scenes hung on the walls, and the walls were covered in very old fashioned wallpaper. Now was the time that I had to take extra care and move very slowly, checking my surroundings as I went along. We had no idea what her security system was like, if she had cameras or sensors or anything other than what we saw in the shop on the ground floor. This was not our usual kind of job, but as Tony was the one who had given it us, we had to take some risks. So I crept along the wooden floorboards slowly, checking for cameras and sensors... and more importantly, creaky floorboards. Thankfully, it seemed like there wasn’t anything on this floor. But as I crept along the very long hallway, I saw that there weren’t many rooms up here either. There were only a couple of doors, and the place didn’t look like it was used much. But I couldn’t take any chances, so I snuck over to the first door and pulled the handle. To my surprise, the door handle opened without any fuss or noise, allowing me entry to the first room. And as I looked around... it was very much a write off. A large, open room with a large double bed in the middle. Empty shelves, empty dresser... empty wardrobe. This was most likely a spare bedroom. She wouldn’t keep a priceless artefact in here. So I shut the door carefully with my gloved hands, making sure not to make a sound as the bolt shut on it. ‘One room down...’ I thought to myself, heading towards the next room. ------------------------------------------------- All three rooms were a bust. All three had been spare rooms or storage for old stuff. I had searched the storage, but it looked like no one had been in there for years. No way was the artefact in there. ‘So... next floor I guess.’ I crept down the stairs, listening carefully for creaky steps. I had made that mistake once, early on in my... well... career. It alerted a dog and that in turn woke the owner. I made it out with the object, but it made me hyper aware of creaky floors in every job since. My alertness for it has saved me more than once. Once I reached the fourth floor, I saw a few more doors this time. These rooms would be smaller than the ones upstairs, but there were a few more of them. I counted at least six... ‘One at a time then, I suppose...’ I thought to myself as I reached the first door. Thankfully, the door handle was as easy as the ones upstairs, turning without any issue. But what I found was very different to what I had seen upstairs. What I found here... was... was... I stepped back, shocked at what I had just seen inside the room. I held my hand to my mouth as to not make a noise. ‘WHAT THE FUCK?’ I screamed in my head. I needed another look. I needed to make sure that what I saw was actually there. So I slowly walked up to the door again and peeked through the open doorway at the room inside. Inside was a dungeon. Like... not a castle dungeon full of cells and stuff, but a full on fetish dungeon. BDSM dungeon. Whatever it’s called. I didn’t know, my only knowledge of this thing was on TV shows I had watched where they featured some guy getting murdered and he has some dominatrix who whips him and calls him a little piggy and... yeah. Looking around, I saw various things I recognised from the shows I had watched. In the centre was a large table with some kind of seat or bed or something on it. It was leather, padded... and black. In fact a lot of the room was black. Red was used as an accent colour, and also on the walls. And attached to the table... were restraints. Cuffs at either end, black with red fur. ‘What the fuck is this woman into? Who the fuck has a dungeon in their place?’ I thought to myself as my eyes wandered over to what looked like a bench. The bench had one padded bar in the middle, raised much higher than the two padded bars beside it. This too had cuffs attached to it. One of those cross things stood against the wall... a wardrobe full of what looked like sex toys and medical things was against the wall opposite me. A little shelf that had whips and torture devices hanging off it was near the window. There was so much equipment and so much furniture in here, all designed to get kinky people off. This woman was into some really kinky shit. ‘Is she a dominatrix? Is she the one who likes being whipped and stuff? This place... this place is a bit...’ I couldn’t describe it. Like... I wasn’t disgusted by it, but I was still shocked. I’d say I was more intrigued than anything, often looking at things around the room and wondering just how it worked. “How’s it going?” Mimi broke my concentration. “It’s... okay. Moving onto next room of floor four.” “No luck yet?” She asked. I looked at the dungeon that was so expertly created, so well designed... and nodded. This wasn’t where she’d keep a priceless artefact. So I closed the door behind me, making sure not to make a sound. “Not yet.” I replied. I turned around to the door opposite the dungeon. ‘Let’s see what horror show she’s got in here, shall we?’ I prepared myself mentally for what could be in here. But it turns out nothing could have mentally prepared me for what I saw in that room. The dungeon was shocking... this... this just begged way more questions. Looking around the pastel pink room, I originally thought this was a nursery for their baby. But then I thought to myself that none of the intel we got on her mentioned a baby or her being pregnant... and that’s when I noticed the size of the furniture. This was way too big for any baby... this reminded me of the horror stories of people who went through the portal... this was... That’s when I heard a voice behind me followed by the intoxicating smell of perfume. “Well hello there..." I felt a sharp sting and suddenly I felt my whole body go numb. My vision went dark as I fell to the soft, carpeted floor. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this new story as it goes on! 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 Glitch in Nanny and Thief in Service. New chapters of Thief in Service every Wednesday/Sunday! Glitch in Nanny on Monday/Friday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks! ? Oh dear... what has Paige got herself into? Who would have guessed it wouldn't go according to plan...? Oh wait... all of you ??

Nice little update. I do look forward to the bigger fights potentially coming up. That first messy diaper and change will certainly not be fun!

Great chapter !!

Up in Virginia where I used to live they gave you a little ticket when you came in that had a letter (different letters for different things like driver license, plates, etc...) and a number. You sat around until they called your letter and number. My wife told me it was inappropriate that I jumped up and yelled BINGO when my number was called. Down here, they've done all they could to keep you out of DMV offices and the horrendous thing we also have called the Plate Agency. You can do most everything online. It's the inane rules that drive me nuts. A whlie back I had two houses, one in NC and one in VA. I kept a truck in NC and since it was a pain to have to drive it back up to VA to get it inspected every year, I decided to try to license it in NC. It took two trips, supporting documents, notarized forms, and copies of our driver's licenses to get it done, but I got it done. When I went to renew, they asked for all the documents again, but at least I was able to convince them that I'd already submitted it once. Then when I moved down here they wanted proof of residence. Well, I just moved so I had none. I showed the DMV guy my NC registration. He said he didn't know you could get a NC registration without a license (don't get me started) but wouldn't take it. Finally, I showed him my property tax bill. He says it still has a VA mailing address. I pointed out that the property itself was in the county we were standing in. Finally, they let me take the eye test and get my license. By the time I left, they'd locked all the doors (it was about 40 minutes after closing). I had to go out the back door. But, yes, I was diapered.

Chapter 25: Nursery Glitch in Nanny - by LittleFallenPrincess I must have fallen asleep after nursing, because I woke up in the nursery. Or should I say my nursery... Pulling the duvet off me, I quickly saw that my nappy was thicker than before. I had obviously had another accident during the night, causing it to swell more. My anxiety started rising slightly out of nowhere, but as I shuffled up a bit to get out of bed, I noticed Flopsy was tucked in next to me. Morgan must have tucked me into bed once I had fallen asleep, not forgetting Flopsy. It was the little things like that that reassured me I did the right thing in forgiving her and choosing her to be my new Mummy. I was going to get up and get out of bed to go find Morgan, but that’s when a thought popped into my head... ‘I really needed a change at this point, and she’s my Mummy now so...' “Morgan?” I shouted. Nothing. Complete silence. “Mooooorgan?” I shouted again, this time louder. Still nothing. I sat up and leant over the side of the bed. I could see Morgan sat on the sofa watching TV. She could clearly hear me. It was then that it dawned on me... “MUMMY?” I yelled. “Yes baby?” Morgan said, rushing into the nursery. I looked at her and crossed my arms, pouting. “What?” she smiled coyly. “Why didn’t you respond the first time?” “I didn’t hear anything. I don’t hear little babies pretending to be big girls...” her smile grew. “I am a big girl!” my pouting level increased. “D’aww, maybe later. But not right now sweetie. Not with that very, very soggy nappy between your legs!” she pointed to my nappy that was on full display. “Can... can I have a change then?” “Did baby forget her manners? Just because she has a Mummy who will do anything for her, doesn’t mean she can suddenly forget the magic words...” “Please can I have a change?” “Nearly there...” “Please can I have a change... Mummy?” “That’s better! Yes you may sweetpea. Let me just get you a clean nappy from the cupboard. Good thing we’ve got more coming today!” “Wait... how long was I out?” “You were out like a light all afternoon. And then it got to around dinnertime, and I was going to wake you for dinner... but you looked so adorable. So I left you alone to rest and recover after everything that had happened. It’s about 9am the next day. You must be starving.” My tummy rumbled at that exact moment, making us both laugh at the same time. “Looks like my tummy agrees with you Mummy...” “I think it does. I know... I’ll make us a proper full English breakfast shall I?” “Oooh yes please!” Morgan started walking out to prepare us breakfast when she suddenly stopped and slapped her forehead with her palm. “Nearly forgot about a certain little baby who desperately needs a change!” She laughed before turning back. ------------------------------------------------- Breakfast was over quickly. She changed me first, making me feel really little at the same time, and then made us breakfast which made my tummy very happy. As I pushed the plate away from me to signal that I was finished, Morgan finished eating the last of her breakfast and looked up at me. “You eat very quickly for a little baby!” she said, smiling. “You know I do, we’ve been best friends for years!” I replied. “Shush and let me make you blushy!” she joked. “Bleeeeh!” I replied in the most childish way I could think of, sticking my tongue out too. “Now now princess... don’t start with the bad behaviour just yet. I’m not afraid to spank you, you know...” “Eek!” I instantly shut up. “Now, the deliveries are coming soon, how about we get dressed?” “I... what about me? I don’t have any other clothes!” I pointed to the dress that I was still wearing. “Hmm... okay then. You stay as you are, although that dress could do with being washed... I have an idea...” I looked at her, puzzled as she walked over to me. “Arms up, babygirl.” “Huh?” “I said arms up.” “Why?” I asked as I lifted my arms nonetheless. “Because that dress needs washing. You can stay in the nursery whilst the deliveries arrive.” “But... I’m naked without my dress!” She removed my dress and draped it over her arm. I instinctively covered my breasts up with my arm and started blushing. “You’re still wearing your nappy... but even then, like I said, you’ll be in the nursery. Then when the new clothes arrive, Mummy will pick something out for you, okay?” “Fine. But I get... umm...” I struggled to think of what I could bargain for as Morgan walked away with my dress. “You can have dessert tonight if you’re a good girl. I’ll even order in some cake for it.” Morgan made me a deal. I perked up at the sound of cake. “I thought so!” she laughed. As I sat there, mostly-naked in the nursery, I wondered what I was going to occupy myself with whilst we waited for deliveries. I couldn’t think of anything, so I just sat there for a while, looking around. Until all the toys and stuff came later, I was stuck here, sat on the bed, doing nothing. About 10 minutes passed and Morgan walked back into the nursery, this time in a clean outfit. She was wearing something I never ever thought I’d see her wear... she was wearing... a dress! I wanted to laugh, I wanted to make fun of her... but my cheeks turned crimson, my heart started beating faster, and I started to heat up. Morgan was always gorgeous. I loved her biker chick aesthetic. But this... she wore this dress so well. It was red with white dots and she had a little white cardigan on over it, along with matching red heels. “I thought you’d like this. By the look on your face I think I nailed it!” She winked at me. “Baby, you don’t need to cover up around me, you know! Also... stay in here for the next 20 minutes or so, the deliveries have arrived so I’ll need to let them up.” I nodded and blushed as she closed the door behind her. Grabbing the duvet, I burrito’d myself with it, listening out for noises on the other side of the door. For the next 20 minutes there were a bunch of noises. Mostly grunts from delivery guys delivering heavy things, along with the thud that quickly followed as they put them on the floor in the living area. “That’s great just there, thank you so much.” I heard Morgan say. I couldn’t make out what the guys said, it was too muffled, but they didn’t say much before they left, Morgan shutting the front door behind them. “Baby, it’s safe to come out now...” she announced. I grabbed the duvet which was still wrapped around my whole body and waddled to the door. “Mummy... can you open the door?” “Sure, but why can’t you...?” as she opened the door she burst out laughing at the sight of me wrapped up like a little baby burrito, unable to do anything but waddle about. “I... I got comfy.” “I can see that! Now why don’t you get out from that and help Mummy unpack all these boxes?” I looked out of the nursery doorway to see a sea of boxes. There were boxes stacked upon boxes which were next to more boxes. Some large, some tiny, but they were all... for... me? “Come on then crinkle pants...” Morgan teased, grabbing the edge of the duvet and pulling it with a tug, causing me to spin around and be released from the consuming burrito. “Wheeee!” I cried out as I spun way too fast and fell backwards. “Oh baby, are you okay?” “That was fun! Can we do it again?” “No, now get your cute little butt up and help me unpack and organise all these boxes.” “Yes Mummy...” I pouted. We spent a good while organising the boxes into clothes, little stuff for the nursery including little clothes, and to my surprise... computer parts. “Mummy... did you...?” I asked, lifting up some of the parts that I had found in some boxes. “That was supposed to be a surprise. But yes, whilst you were asleep, Mummy added on to the order a bit.” “But... you shouldn’t have!” “Shhh, no telling Mummy she can’t spoil you.” “But you already spoiled me with all the other stuff!” “I’m okay baby, seriously. I’m not rich like Sadie, but I have enough for this. Trust me. It’s my gift to you.” I held the boxes close to my chest and wiggled. Then I wiggled some more because I realised I get to have the satisfaction of putting together a new rig! ------------------------------------------------- “Well babygirl... this is where I leave you...” “Huh? Leave?” my heart dropped. “Oh baby, no I mean I’m going to let you organise things how you want them. It’s your nursery after all. I’ve got what I needed to finish the couple of bits of furniture I’ve been working on, so I’ll just take this box and I’ll be in my workshop if you need me. Don’t plan anything around your bed or that corner by the window, okay? Mummy has a couple of special things for those places...” I blushed and nodded, taking the first box full of clothes into the nursery. As I went about putting all the clothes into the little cube organiser things, I heard lots of banging and hammering coming from the workshop. Also, whilst putting all these brand new clothes away I quickly found and put on the cute dress that Morgan had bought for me, so that I wasn’t naked. The banging continued as I moved on to all the little clothes. And then as I organised the toys. And then still as I piled all the computer parts next to the wall near the workshop. It even continued as I sat down on the sofa to relax after putting everything away. Soon after though, the workshop door opened and out walked Morgan, who was sweating and looked exhausted, in a completely different outfit to the one she was wearing earlier, something much more appropriate for a workshop. “There. Oh good, you’ve finished. Faith?” “Yes Mummy?” I said, turning around. “For the next five minutes, I need you to watch TV. No turning around and definitely no peeking, okay? Once I’ve moved everything into your nursery, I can start putting it all together properly. Then whilst I’m doing that, why don’t you start setting up your new computer?” I nodded and smiled, turned back around, sat on the sofa and turned the TV on. And because I’m a good girl, I kept my eyes glued to the TV whilst Morgan went about doing whatever she was doing. I didn’t turn around once! Even if I was very tempted to... multiple times. “There. You can look away now. No coming into the nursery for a while though, okay?” Morgan said from behind the nursery door. “I can go in the workshop?” “Yes sweetheart. Just be careful, okay? If you need me, shout.” “Okay Mummy!” “Oh and one more thing... come here baby.” I walked over to the nursery door as it opened slightly and a hand popped out. In that hand was the dummy from yesterday. “You probably want this, don’t you baby? Pop it in and go have fun putting your computer together.” I took the dummy and Morgan shut the door again. Popping it in my mouth, I smiled and wiggled as I walked over to the workshop to get started building my new computer. As I opened the workshop door, I could see all the woodworking tools scattered about the place. But in the corner, right next to Morgan’s computer setup, I saw a cute little pink desk with a matching chair that looked similar to hers, only pink. On top of the desk was a little paper sign she had written. ‘For my babygirl’ it read. I squealed with happiness and skipped back out to get the boxes of components and parts, putting them with the parts we had managed to salvage from my old computer. This was going to be fun, and I couldn’t wait to see what Morgan was setting up in my nursery! ========================================================== 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 Glitch in Nanny AND Thief in Service. New chapters every Monday/Friday!

V “Beginning” Carolina kissed my neck softly as she lay beside me with one arm and one leg draped over me, her fingers playing with my chest hair. “Well, that certainly didn’t disappoint.” she whispered. I held her to me with my arm under her neck and my hand on her shoulder absently caressing her smooth skin. “Not even a little.” I told her. “You’re not into watersports, right?” she asked suddenly, shifting away from me. I shook my head after a moment. “Never thought about it to be honest, why?” I asked. She sat up and fished around the bed, moving to all fours to look over the end of the bed sighing in relief as she leaned down and came back up with her discarded diaper, quickly stuffing it beneath her just before she began to pee, the already soaked garment struggling to contain the new flow. She looked over at me and smiled. “I’m not very good at holding it for very long.” she confessed with a little blush. I reached out and put a hand on her knee as she finished peeing. “What did you do to yourself, Care?” I asked her sympathetically. She sighed in relief as her flow stopped and she waited for the diaper beneath her to absorb the small pool of liquid she’d created. “Oh, nothing major, just some slight control issues.” she said dismissively. “How slight?” I asked. She shrugged. “I have maybe thirty or so seconds of warning before it just comes out.” she explained as she dabbed herself with the diaper and began balling it up to throw away. “It’s never been a problem because I’ve always been wearing a diaper, but you,” she said moving back to me, straddling me and kissing up my torso to my neck until she was face to face with me. “changed everything.” she said before kissing my lips softly. I put my hands on her hips and kissed her back, my excitement building again. She giggled into my mouth and wiggled atop me, her sex teasing mine ever so slightly. “You’re insatiable.” she teased. I shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a simple man.” I told her, watching as she shimmied back down me and lightly kissed my stiffness. “I wonder how much of this” she began, running a finger up the length of my manhood, “is for me and how much is for the diapers.” she mused. I looked down at her and smiled. “You’re not wearing a diaper now and I’m still as hard as ever.” I told her. She nodded. “True, but I did just pee on an open diaper and tell you that I have the bladder control of a toddler.” she explained. I reached down and grabbed her hands, pulling her gently back up to me, laying her back down beside me for more cuddling. “It’s you, Care.” I told her as I rolled onto my side to face her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll gladly help you get your control back and you can decide not to ever wear a diaper again and I’d still want to be with you.” I explained. She giggled softly. “Potty training play does sound like fun, but I’m good.” she told me. “So, where do we go from here?” she asked after a long silence where she just lay with me, eyes closed hands clasped in mine. “What do you mean?” I asked. She shrugged. “Well, you have a job and a life halfway across the country, and I have this place and my machine, is this just for fun and then we go back to normal?” she asked. I took a deep breath and sighed. “I hadn’t really thought about that.” I confessed. “I mean, there’s nothing keeping me where I am, I can find a job somewhere out here.” I said. “I could live here if you wanted me to.” I offered. “I just don’t want you to feel like everything is happening all at once.” I told her. “Yeah, I’d hate to have the guy I’m in love with drop everything to come and live with me and explore a relationship.” she joked. I rolled my eyes teasingly. “I know that it sounds like it’d be perfect, but what if I’m not the guy you fell in love with every single day?” I asked. “What if I have some super annoying habit that you learn about and then you regret having me here?” I continued. She sat up. “First, you’re always super annoying.” she teased. “Second, we’re not getting married, we’d be living together as a convenience to us dating.” she explained. I nodded. “Does it feel weird to think about dating me?” I asked. She nodded. “Kinda, yeah.” she admitted. “I mean, it sounds great, but I’ve always just thought about the sex and then we were married, the getting there stuff wasn’t what I fantasized about.” she explained. “That’s kind of the same thing with the fetish stuff.” I said. “I think about scenarios and play stuff but the actual day to day of being a Daddy and balancing an adult relationship with it isn’t something I’ve mapped out.” I told her. She shrugged. “So, do we agree that neither of us is prepared to dive head first into this thing we’re both ignorant about?” she asked. I nodded. “Totally.” I agreed. “And we agree that this might end up blowing up in our faces?” she asked. I nodded. “Absolutely.” I agreed. She chewed her bottom lip. “So, we’re gonna do this thing then?” she asked softly. I nodded. “Definitely.” I told her as I pulled her down to me and kissed her passionately as we began our second round of lovemaking. ******** “Seriously?” she asked me as she lay naked on the bed after our shower. I shrugged. “I mean, I’ve seen it done a million times, but no, I’ve never actually diapered someone before.” I admitted as the heat rose in my cheeks. She wiggled on the bed. “Big bad Daddy Tim doesn’t know how to diaper his own baby girl.” she teased with a playful giggle. I glowered at her. “Hush.” I commanded as I grabbed her legs to still her and unfolded the new diaper beside her. “It can’t be that hard if a big baby like you can do it for herself.” I teased. She stuck out her tongue and remained still, allowing me to lift her bottom up by her legs and awkwardly slide the diaper beneath her. “Too far.” she said. “What?” I asked, looking down at my handiwork once I’d set her back down on the diaper. She reached down and lifted herself up, repositioning the diaper for me. “It was too far up, you’d have trouble taping it closed.” she explained. I sighed and reached for the powder. “Cream first.” she said. I set the powder back down and reached for the rash cream, squeezing some into my palm and moving between her thighs to rub it in, smiling as she shifted and spread her legs to help me. “Butt too.” she said, pulling her legs up to her chest when I stopped rubbing the cream into her crotch. “Inside?” I asked dumbly. She giggled. “No.” she said. “Although, if you want to play around while you’re back there you can.” she offered. “Just make sure my cute little tushie doesn’t get ouchie, Daddy.” she said with an adorable pout in her voice. I gently massaged some cream between her cheeks and felt relieved when she lowered her legs to allow me to wipe the cream from my hands with a wet wipe, getting the powder afterward. “Don’t be afraid to use a lot.” she said. I dumped out a generous amount of powder on her crotch and rubbed it in and did the same with her backside when she lifted her legs for me once more and then wiped my hands again and brought the diaper up between her legs. “Make sure it’s snug.” she said. “Don’t cut me in half or anything, but if it’s too loose I’ll leak.” she explained. I pulled the tapes and stretched them into place, making sure the fit was good and snug for her and did the same with the other side and watched as she wiggled her bottom and sat up, jutting two thumbs into the air as she smiled at me. “Perfect!” she praised before scooting to the edge of the bed and standing up to come and hug me. “Thank you, Daddy.” she said sweetly. I hugged her back and kissed her forehead. “You’re welcome, Care.” I said. “Lina.” she said. “What?” I asked. She looked up at me. “If I’m calling you Daddy then I want my baby name to Lina.” she explained. “Care is a dumb nickname.” she added. I chuckled. “You don’t wanna be Daddy’s little Care Bear?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “Yuck.” she said in playful disgust. “My mom called me that til I was like nine.” she said with a shudder. “I remember the picture of you as a Care Bear for Halloween.” I told her. She blushed. “I was like one and you absolutely never needed to see that picture.” she said. I scooped her up from where she stood and put my arms beneath her crinkly butt for support, her arms and legs going around me on instinct. “Lina, huh?” I asked. “I like it.” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She hugged me again and sighed. “You know what the weirdest part of all of this is?” she asked, head resting on my shoulder. “What?” I asked. “That none of this feels weird.” she said. “I mean, we just fucked so much and now here I am being held by you after you put me in a diaper and all I want is a bottle and a cuddle and none of it seems weird.” she explained. I nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I’m legit living a fantasy and there’s like no surreal feeling at all, just rightness.” I agreed. “Do you think it’ll always be like that?” she asked. I set her down and kissed her forehead. “I’m going to do everything I can to make it that way all the time.” I told her. She looked up at me and smiled. “So will I.” she said softly. I nodded once and took her hand in mine. “Why don’t we get that bottle and cuddle you wanted and we can talk more about how all of this is going to work?” I asked. She nodded and bounced up and down happily as I led her to the small kitchen area. “Bottles are in the back of the right cabinet.” she said, pointing to the cabinet in question. I opened it and reached behind a few taller containers and grabbed out a baby bottle with cartoon jungle animals going around it with green squiggles intended to be vines and fronds I guessed and unscrewed the top of the bottle before going to the fridge and grabbing the orange juice when I found no milk. “How can you not have milk?” I asked. “Umm, lactose intolerant, remember?” she asked. I did remember now that she said it. “Well, those diapers would come in handy.” I teased. She rolled her eyes and watched me fill the bottle, putting the juice back in the fridge before securing the top on the bottle. “We can go back to the bed, there’s not really any two person seats here.” she explained. I took her hand once more and led her back to the bed, taking my spot on it, back against the wall before I helped her up and onto my lap, letting her get comfortable before I held the nipple of the bottle to her lips. She smiled and opened her mouth to let the nipple in and closed her eyes as she began to nurse while I rocked her in time with her sucking rhythm. “So, I’m going to head back to my place tomorrow morning and start getting things ready for me to move out of my place and find a job here that I can start once I move.” I told her. She nodded but kept her eyes closed. “Realistically, it’s going to take me a few months to do everything I need to do on my end, which means we won’t be together for a little while.” I said glumly, genuinely sad to be away from her for so long. She nodded again. “I’d like for us to at least talk every day on the phone, but I think video calls would be a good way for us to not feel like the distance is too much.” I explained. Another nod. I smirked. “I also plan on hiring a nanny to stay here with you until I come back to make sure my baby is taken care of.” I teased, bursting out laughing when her eyes shot open in surprise and she sat up, coughing as she pushed the bottle away. “That was a joke to see if you were actually listening.” I assured her. She sputtered and glowered at me. “I was getting so relaxed.” she said with a pout. “Aww.” I cooed with exaggerated sympathy. “Was widdle Wina scawed of having a nanny?” I teased. She lay back with a hrumph and pulled the bottle back to her mouth to resume her nursing, closing her eyes and folding her arms across her chest. I resumed rocking her and smiled down at her. “I’m sorry, Lina.” I told her. “Daddy would never do anything to hurt or embarrass you.” I added. She nodded softly and turned her head to let the nipple escape her mouth. “Not without consent.” she clarified, her eyes twinkling mischievously. I raised an eyebrow. “I feel like explanation is required.” I said. She shook her head. “When you come back to live here with me we can unpack all the things that we want out of this part of our relationship, but until then you’ll just have to wait and wonder, mister.” she said with a satisfied smirk as she took the nipple into her mouth once more to finish her bottle. “What about what we want out of the rest of the relationship?” I asked. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, cocking her head to the side subtly. I smiled. “Marriage and kids and stuff.” I said. Her eyes widened with surprise and she moved to let the bottle out of her mouth again but I held it in place and kept her laying down. “When I come back to live here with you we can unpack all the things we want out of our relationship.” I told her, parroting her own words back to her. She narrowed her eyes in frustration but her gaze softened and she nodded before closing her eyes once more. When the bottle was empty I set it aside and replaced it with her pacifier as I let her off my lap and lay down on the bed, pulling her into my arms for cuddles, moving both of our bodies in a light rocking motion. “I’m going to miss you.” I told her. She nodded. “Miss you too, Daddy.” she said softly through her pacifier. We stayed there rocking together until she began to softly snore, the pacifier hanging precariously out of her mouth, and I just watched her sleep thinking about how perfect all of this was and how thankful I was to have her in my life. As I closed my eyes to join her in a nap my mind decided that that was the perfect time to wonder when the other shoe would drop and all of this would fall apart, and my eyes opened and I sighed as I stupidly indulged that line of thinking. To Be Continued...

there is no need to go through all this BS. If you want to be incontinent, then be incontinent. You don't have to prove it to anyone. It is such an impossible thing to measure that the doctor will just take your word for it. Sure, the docs can test you for leakage, but it's impossible to quantify the amount. Remember: one drop of uncontrolled pee is defined, technically, as incontinence. We all need to stop dwelling on it. It makes no lick of difference in the end.

I can definitely say that wearing 24/7 (due to initial bladder problems) for a few years has now lead to complete bladder and bowel incontinence . I’m fine with it . Much more comfortable this way. the few times I tried to go a few days without diapers were disastrous. I didn’t even have to try too hard. I think the bigger thing was “not trying”. Just letting go and letting my body just do whatever on it’s time .

Chapter 24: Mummy Glitch in Nanny - by LittleFallenPrincess “Faith... that is a serious title... are you sure you want to be calling me that?” Morgan asked with a concerned voice. Honestly... I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore. I found it difficult to trust people, but for some reason I felt I could trust Morgan, despite what she had done. I only trusted three people in this world right now, and she was one of them. As for calling her Mummy? I... I didn’t know. I knew I shouldn’t do it so quickly. She hadn’t even babied me properly yet. She had gotten me into littlespace a bunch, but we hadn’t actually played together yet. But at the same time, it felt... natural. Like she had always been my Mummy. Like I wanted her to be my Mummy. Like I needed her to be my Mummy. I had pretty much forgiven her for everything at this point. I wasn’t one to hold things against people for too long, no matter how serious. Except Sadie. She can go fuck herself. I guess as long as someone is genuinely sorry enough, I’ll forgive them pretty easily. Maybe I was a bit of a pushover or I saw the good in people too easily... or gullible... but I didn’t care. So yes... I was sure I wanted to call her Mummy. So I nodded and smiled. “Okay sweetie. If you’re sure. If you change your mind at any point, that’s okay.” “I won’t.” I responded. “How do you know that? I still need to make up for everything I did.” “No you don’t.” “I don’t? And why is that?” “Because I forgive you Mummy. Because... I love you." Morgan squeezed me tighter than she ever had, kissing my head repeatedly with extra loud, over-the-top sounds. “I love you too baby. I have always loved you and I always will. And I promise you, I will be the best Mummy I can be for you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that to you.” “I think I have a pretty good idea. About as long as I have wanted to call you Mummy.” I looked up to see Morgan blushing, so I squeezed her as tightly as I could. “I promise I will always love and protect you babygirl. So I guess now that this is... well... official... we should talk about rules and stuff.” “Rules?” I said with a hint of brattiness in my voice. “Yes babycakes. Rules. Sorry, but all good little babies need rules. So we’ll have to establish some. And then we can get to talking about your nursery, and your diet, and Evie being Nanny again, and...” I could tell she was getting excited, but she was getting too ahead of herself. Whilst I forgave her and wanted her to be my Mummy, I still needed to take baby steps. Pun intended. So I quickly cut her off. “Mummy... can we just start with a bit of little time for now? No worrying about the future just yet. We haven’t even had some proper Mummy-Baby time yet.” “Oh I’m sorry sweetie. Mummy got way too excited. I’ve been dreaming of this day for years, and I got ahead of myself a bit now that it’s actually happening. But yes, I agree, I think you need some little time with Mummy today. Nice relaxing day today, then maybe tomorrow we’ll think about your nursery. Then the day after how about we figure out our next project?” “I mean I guess the nursery would be the first project, but yeah it would be nice to get working on something with you again, Mummy.” I had a good idea as to what I wanted to work on with her, but I’d have to be sure before revealing it to her. I’d kept it a secret for most of my life, but I figured I could let her in on it. Or maybe we’d just work on something completely new together. Either way, that was in a few days time. For now, I get to be Morgan’s little babygirl for the day, and I could feel the butterflies returning to my tummy. “Okay then babygirl. Let’s start off first by checking your nappy...” She bent over and slipped a finger into my nappy, checking its current state. “Wet. As I thought.” She announced. “Wait... wet?” I wasn’t expecting that outcome. “The drugs in your system that Sadie injected you with must have messed with your bladder a bit. It’s why you woke up wet, and I’m no expert, but I think you’ll be needing your nappies for a couple of days still.” “Ugh. But... we don’t have many, do we?” “No, but we’re going to make an order for a bunch of things before we start babying you properly.” “We... we are?” “Yeah, why don’t you take Flopsy and snuggle up on the sofa? I’ll be back with my tablet in a minute. We can have a look for some little stuff for you together.” I wiggled happily and ran away from Morgan, towards the sofa. Jumping into the pile of cushions lay on it, I snuggled up in them and grabbed the nearby blanket, covering myself with it. And of course, I tucked Flopsy in with me underneath the blankie. A few seconds later, Morgan walked through from the workshop with a tablet in her hands. It was pretty large, about the same size as a normal desktop monitor, but super slim. She stopped just in front of me and looked down. As I looked up, I saw her happy face smiling back at me, causing me to blush. “You... you are the cutest little baby in the whole world. Do you know that?” “I... I not!” My little side made a slight appearance. “Shhh. No arguing with Mummy. Mummy knows everything, so she must be right.” I pouted and quickly lifted the blankie up, revealing space for Morgan to sit next to me. “Thank you princess.” Sitting down, I threw the other half of the blanket over her lap and she got herself comfortable. Once she was comfy, I snuggled up against her with my arm wrapped around hers. This one wasn’t her augmented one, so it was a lot more comfortable. I stared at her tattoos and traced my fingers around the lines. “There we go. Comfortable now baby?” She asked. I nodded. “Uh huh!” “Good. Now, first things first... nappies. I know your size, but I want you to pick out a bunch of styles you like, okay? We’ll get next day delivery.” “Y... you sure?” “I have never been more sure about anything. Except that I love you. And that you’re a baby.” I giggled a bit. “Now, pick out... hmm... four designs? Then we’ll get a few dummies, a cute frilly dress, some socks, booties, mittens aaaaaand.... hmm... what else do you think we need?” “Nursery stuff?” “That’s next sweetpea. For now I’m just thinking baby stuff for you. Then we’ll do nursery stuff, and then we’ll get you a whole new big girl wardrobe.” “That’s a lot of stuff Morgan!” I exclaimed. Morgan looked at me and raised her eyebrow. “...I mean... that’s a lot of stuff, Mummy...” “That’s better, good girl. But still, that’s not for you to worry about. Mummy just got paid so she’s going to treat her baby. Plus you need all this stuff. After everything with your old apartment, you need a fresh start here.” “...I guess.” “That’s not what we say is it, precious?” “...Fank you Mummy...” I said in my littlest voice possible. Which wasn’t difficult considering how little she was making me feel right now. “That’s much better. Such a good little baby!” She said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before getting back to ordering stuff. We must have been at it for a good couple of hours, because I was getting hungry again. But we had ordered a bunch of little stuff, some stuff for the nursery, some baby toys, and a bunch of clothing for adult-me. She made me look away every time she got to the checkout of each site so that I wouldn’t see how much she was spending. But whilst I’m a baby, I’m also a smart cookie, so I kept a running total in my head as she added each thing to the cart. She was spending a lot on me. I wasn’t sure if it was to make up for everything she had done, or if she just wanted to spoil me, but either way I felt bad that she was spending so much on stupid me. I think Morgan noticed this. Or she’s psychic. Because she looked at me with love in her eyes after she had finished purchasing the clothes for me. “Sweetie. I know you probably worked out how much I’m spending on you. But trust me, you’re worth it. Now let me treat my little princess, okay?” I grumbled a bit. “Sorry, what was that?” She asked in that voice you hear when parents want to make you blushy or feel bad. “...Yes Mummy.” “Good girl! Now, how about we get you some lunch?” “Okay Mummy! What’s for lunch?” “Well...” she paused for a minute, thinking about something... “No, sorry. Umm...” “What’s up?” “I... ugh... umm...” “Just spit it out!” I said, getting impatient. “You know... umm... when I was controlling Evie...” “Yeah?” She was being real nervous all of a sudden, which was making me a bit anxious. “Well... umm... you know how she was feeding you?” “Yeah? I mean it was pretty nice for mushed up food.” “Not the food... the milk.” I started blushing. I had completely forgotten about that. “Oh... umm... yeah?” I asked. “Did you figure it out yet?” “Figure what out?” “Where she got the milk?” “I figured it was just almond milk or one of those other types of milk. Or that you managed to get proper milk.” “I swear you’ve had proper milk before. Didn’t you realise the taste was different?” “I just figured it was whatever you added to make me sleep.” “I... only added a sleeping tablet once, that first time, to calm you down.” “So that taste wasn’t from that? What was it from?” “It wasn’t normal milk sweetie. Or almond milk.” “What milk was it?” She looked down awkwardly and I couldn’t figure out what she was trying to tell me. That was until I saw the wet patches on her shirt. “Oh... OH. Oh... oh...” My face must have been bright red at this point. “I... I figured since we were near completion of Evie, I could maybe start forcing myself to produce milk, I mean all it takes is one of those little pills they advertise on TV. And somehow I could sneak the milk into your diet so you’d enjoy feeding even more. But then everything happened with Sadie and me keeping you little and everything...” “So the entire time I was feeding from Evie, I was drinking breast milk? More importantly... your breast milk?” “Yeah. Sorry. I umm... I’d drop by every day and pour it into Evie so she could nurse you. Same with the groceries and everything. Usually when you were napping.” My face must have been crimson at this point, because it felt like my face was on fire from blushing so much. “I umm... so wait... you want to... now?” I asked, nervous as heck. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to! I was just suggesting it. Because you seemed to like the taste and it looked like it made you feel more and more little. Either way, I need to express this milk. So... I guess it’s up to you sweetpea.” I didn’t know what to do. It was one thing feeding from Evie. I had designed her to do that, even if I wasn’t expecting to taste Morgan’s breast milk. This... this was something I had only dreamed of. Something I always wanted Sadie to do. But of course, she probably had no intention of ever doing anything like that. I was just a toy, a thing to train until she could sell me off. She’d never do anything like this just for me. Morgan however... she did this just for me. And now she’s offering me one of my deepest desires, one of my favourite fantasies. I edged closer to her. A bit closer still. Edging as closer as possible, moving my body into a position where it was obvious what I was implying, her anxious smile quickly turned into a smile of pure happiness as she realised just what I was wanting. “I know it’s hard to ask, you must be so nervous right now sweetie. Just tell me ‘red’ if you don’t want this at all, okay? That’s our safeword for now.” She took control and put the tablet to the side. Using both her hands, she deftly turned me around and lay me back in her arms so I was looking up at her all of a sudden. She stroked my hair, the same way she did controlling Evie, the same way she did that night... and my body was overcome by a wave of pure love. Everything she had done, forgotten about. Every awkward interaction, gone. Every bit of flirting between us that we just shrugged off as playful friendship... replaced by a feeling of pure love and happiness. I lay there, in her arms, watching as she slowly undid all the buttons on her shirt, slowly revealing her breasts to me. ‘That’s our friendship ruined. Thank god it’s being replaced by something much MUCH better...’ I thought to myself as she pulled my face closer to her breast. I was nervous to do this, but at the same time, I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather do this with. Her soft skin... her perfect breasts... her toned abs... I was in a revolving state of lust and littlespace. But all that resolved itself when I opened my mouth and started nursing my... well... my girlfriend now I guess. That didn’t matter to me at this point in time. Littlespace overcame me and I was in a blissful state as the familiar flavour filled my mouth. And I couldn’t be happier. ========================================================== 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 Glitch in Nanny AND Thief in Service, plus Witch in Training that has finished on there. New chapters every Monday/Friday!

I would pay the commission with in reason to draw if anyone can draw out few scenes . I think the story has taken a life of it's on why you prolly have gotten to a thousand pages ?.