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Hello Everyone! Under this thread I will post some of my incomplete stories. Don't forget to let me know what you think, I want to improve my writing and this helps me a lot! Here's the first story, it has several chapters, so don't worry, it won't be over that soon. Enjoy! Day in the Life - Part 1 Alexa slowly emerged from her slumber. The sound of footsteps on the nearby stairs approaching her room was becoming more and more clear in her ears and in her head, along with the realization that another hellish day was about to start. The little girl stretched ever so slightly but, apart from that, didn’t move. What was the point? The railings of the crib she was kept in were too high to climb, and even if she succeeded she would have had to get past the locked door of her room, the baby gate near the stairs, and finally the front door to get out of the house. If she had been dressed normally maybe she would have had a shot, but the thick nighttime diaper locked around her hips along with the stiff onesie wrapped around her limited her movements so much she would have been lucky to stand up and take a few steps. There was a time, when the start of a new day would have got her excited, even after her capture. Every new day was bringing an infinite plethora of possibilities, and she would have woken up believing anything, even escaping that place, could happen. Where was that girl now? She thought melanchonicaly, trying to squeeze her legs to feel the padding of her diaper. She gave up after a few seconds. That thing was too thick for her to win its resistance, and she couldn’t have told if she was wet anyway. Those new diapers Mommy had started buying prided themselves to be “Super Thick-Super Absorbent”, so she couldn’t even keep track of how a bedwetter she was becoming with the passing of the months. A clicking sound could be heard from the doorknob, and the little girl buried her face inside the mattress, as she heard the Amazon woman making her way into the room. “Good morning sweetie! Did you have a nice beddy-bye?” Alexa heard the singsong voice above her. She groaned, pushing her face even more against the perfumed sheets, as she felt an enormous hand rubbing her back and patting her diapered bottom. She remained motionless, eyes closed, hoping like every other time that what was happening to her was nothing but a bad dream. How nice it would have been if she really was in her little apartment in Chicago? Behind schedule with her work and with her rent… She revelled in that thought while she heard the Amazon move around the room. Alexa felt giant fingers unsnapping the zipper on the back of her outfit, and then lowering it exposing her naked back to the fresh air of the morning. Chills ran down her spine, but she remained still, as the massive woman’s hands worked around her body to get her out of the infantile garment. When the hands retracted, she was lying face down, buck naked, on the mattress… well, except for her diaper. She almost smiled, feeling the cold air on her skin. That onesie Mommy used to put on her at night was so hot and so tight she almost felt like suffocating every time. She started stretching and with some effort, managed to maneuver around her diaper-splayed thighs and gain a sitting position… only to feel Mommy’s hands behind her grabbing her by the hips and repositioning her face down on the mattress. She sighed. She had almost forgot how her mornings went… Cold air made contact with the soft skin of her buttocks, as Mommy’s fingers hooked the back of her diaper and pulled it down around her ankles. It almost surprised her every time, how the amazons managed to take those damned diapers off her so easily. When she tried, those plastic tapes and elastic band had never seemed to acknowledge her existence, condemning her to rely on the good will of her captors to remove them. It was not like she had taken a shot at that recently anyway, after all, good babies didn’t mess with their diapers if they didn’t want to be punished. Groaning, the little girl closed her eyes, feeling her buttocks being spread apart by the Amazon’s fingers, bracing herself for what was coming. A cold, uncomfortable sensation washed over her as the thermometer’s tip made its way inside her most private place. Alexa let her head crash into the mattress once more, in defeat. There had been a time when she would have trashed, screamed and protested at that degrading treatment, but the humiliations had piled up so much she didn’t know where the line to be outraged was anymore; plus it was not like would have changed much, the only difference would have been having a reddened bottom and a pacifier gag stuck in her mouth while she was carried downstairs for breakfast… It was way easier to be a... “Good girl!” praised the voice above her “Your temperature is normal, looks like that bad cold has gone away. But I don’t want my wittle baby to get too worked up, today you have a very busy day ahead.” Alexa rolled her eyes as the diaper was retaped under her hips… What her Mommy called a “bad cold” was just a few lines of high temperature the morning before. And since she was put into that padded onesie every night it was really not much of a surprise her body temperature was sometimes a tad higher when Mommy took her out from it. She had tried to explain that, of course…But the only time Mommy seemed to weight her opinion was when she asked her to pick which toys to bring with her during her bubblebath, or what she called her “quiet time” in the playpen. But there was always worse, she thought as she was carried downstairs. Mommy was a little too much apprehensive, and of course had the overwhelmingly condescending and dominant attitude all the Amazons had towards littles, but wasn’t straight up cruel. It helped also a lot that she wasn’t a fan of unnecessary medical procedures. That had surely contributed in her managing to keep her teeth from being pulled out, or her tendons and reflexes messed up in a way that only would leave her crawling, or worse, totally helpless. Her Mommy didn’t trust most of the regression techniques either. She said that all the chemicals that were put into the food were bad for littles, and the tv channels that subliminally kept most of the little population regressed were also banned in her home. Alexa wasn’t sure how she felt about that…Roughly half of the little she had seen were kept strictly regressed. She would have loathed rolling around in her crib, mindlessly playing with her toys stopping only to proudly inform Mommy she had gone poo-poo in her diapys…But, then again sometimes she envied them for how carefree they were. A numbed life without any problem to worry about wasn’t better than the constant humiliating sensation she had to endure every day that passed? And it was not like some of the regressing treatment hadn’t gone through her, she kept thinking, putting her thumb in her mouth… Soon enough she found herself tightly strapped to her highchair, a spoonful of oatmeal presented to her face. Alexa shook her head trying to erase the cobwebs from her eyes. She was always sleepy in the morning, and the fact she wasn’t allowed to drink coffee didn’t help either; there were mornings she ate the first part of her breakfast while she was asleep. She didn’t even know how she managed to do that, she just remembered waking up looking at an amused Mommy holding a empty jar of baby food, while feeling the sticky muck smeared around her mouth up to her cheeks. But fortunately that wasn’t the case that morning, she was feeling sleepy but not so much to doze off. She slowly opened her mouth, letting Mommy deposit the first load of oatmeal while looking the smiling giant woman in the eye with the half resigned/half submissive expression that had come to characterize her, hoping for the one-thousandth time one day she would just have mercy on her and let her go. The little girl kept obediently gulping down spoonful after spoonful of the goop Mommy was shovelling into her at a quickening rate. She could tell the amazon woman was in a hurry that morning, most of the times Mommy purposefully missed her mouth, ending up smearing the sticky stuff all over her face and her naked breasts. But not this time, and Alexa had first handedly learned not to make much of a fuss when Mommy was in a hurry, the feeding pacifier gag was always looming. She was just opening her mouth for the last spoonful Mommy had scraped from the jar, when she heard light footsteps and a voice behind her. "Hi Mom! Hello Dotty!" A young amazon girl said in a sleepy voice, while making her way in the kitchen under the darting look of Alexa. Dot. She had hated that name since the moment they gave it to her. It made her feel more silly and insignificant than ever. Even wearing the frilliest dress or the thickest diaper was less humiliating than being forced to answer to that ridiculous name. But after months of captivity Alexa had learned to immediately react when she was called. The memory of Mommy spanking her for an entire evening, asking after each blow what her name was, had engraved "Dot" in her mind with burning letters. Also, the fact that she had been forced to talk in third person for an entire month after that night, had made sure she'd never forget her name -or her place- in that house. "Please Mommy! Dot wants her diaper changed! Pleeeese!" She had begged her Amazon captor on her knees, the feeling of the cold sticky mess clinging to her reddening skin of her bottom. For an entire month Mommy had refused to change her diaper unless she begged for it, and she made her beg A LOT. It was only when the little girl had fully accepted her new name, that she stopped the punishment. On second thought, Mommy could be a lot meaner than Alexa convinced herself she was. “Oh hi dear!” Mommy responded “What do you want for breakfast?” The skinny amazon girl ignored her, as she opened one of the kitchen counters, retrieving bread, marmalade and a knife, then she sat at the table, facing Alexa with a smug, sleepy smile. Martha. Mommy’s teenage daughter and the person the little girl hated most in that house. Mommy could be mean sometimes, but her punishments and condescendence were at least part of a very distorted form of affection the amazon had towards her. Martha wasn’t like that, she was just plain cruelty. She just took every occasion she had to punish her or humiliate her even more than the usual. The first times had been really tough, with that giant teenager ready to swoop her on her lap and spank her just because she “Looked at her in a mean way”, and Alexa had been spanked many times for that. But now the little girl had learned the best way to survive with that psycho in the house was just to ignore her, not give her any reason to think you were fighting. Soon, with her submissive behaviour, Alexa had successfully managed to bore Martha enough to make her life a little easier. The little girl had by now mastered the art of giving innocent-dumb toddler looks and staying still, keeping her face from becoming tomato-red during her many diaper changes, no matter who changed her, no matter how many people were around. That could have been perceived as a good thing, but to Alexa was just another proof of how broken she was, and how much her sense of modesty had been crushed by the Amazons. Her ruminations were interrupted by a wet rag the size of a towel being brushed against her face, cleaning what was left of her breakfast from her cheeks. Her vision was rapidly filled with Mommy's smiling face. "Are you ready for your dessert baby?" She said, unhooking her from the highchair and lifting her up in the air. Alexa groaned and weakly kicked her little legs, as she was brought more and more near the amazon's ample bosom, an enormous leaky nipple presented to her face. She hated breastfeeding. At first, she loathed the fact she was forced to suck another woman’s teat and the humiliation that came with it. Then she came to hate the vulnerability that situation left her in every time. Amazon milk had hypnotic proprieties on littles, along with the well-known laxative effect, and she hated falling asleep while she was held in Mommy’s lap, leaving her completely at her mercy. But most of all, she was terrorized by the fact she had come to enjoy it in the past months. She used to put up a little fight just to make a scene and try to remind herself who she really was, but in reality, she craved the thick milk that her captor produced for her. The taste was absolutely amazing, well, for what she could taste the few minutes before she ended up sound asleep…and maybe, she had come to think in the past few days, dozing off wouldn’t be such a bad thing, at least helped the time pass faster. Those thoughts were whirling in her mind, as she opened her mouth with a sound “Maahhhhhh” and welcomed the fleshy nipple inside her, loudly starting to nurse, like every morning. The world around her seemed to slow down as the warm milk started flowing. Soon she closed her eyes, welcoming the blissing sensation that was enveloping her. The slow slurping sound she emitted, the soft pats Mommy was giving to her diapered butt soon became the only things she was aware of… she seemed to also hear a voice, but it was growing more and more distant by the minute. “There you go…Good girl…Mommy’s hungry girl…” …

Chapter 3: Nannybot carried me into the bathroom and stopped in front of the shower. Once she stopped, several hands came out of the ceiling and began undressing me. The onesie I was wearing was unsnapped and pulled over my head and the large penis occupying my mouth and the collar were removed, leaving me in just my full diaper and the locked plastic panties. The hands next took hold of me from Nannybot, suspending me in the air once again. I watched as Nannybot produced a key from between her artificial breasts and reach around me. She pressed up against me as she took hold of the lock and inserted the key. Soon, the plastic panties were also removed and I was left wearing nothing but my diaper. Now that I was mostly undressed, the hands oriented me to where they could put me down on my hands and knees. I was then lowered to the ground inside of the shower. Once set down, they forced my legs apart, leaving every part of my diaper exposed and easily accessible. After being put in this position they released their grip and ascended back into the ceiling. I could hear Nannybot moving to my side, so I turned my head to look. That was clearly the wrong choice though, as I was quickly met with a sharp stinging sensation on the back of my left leg. "Were you given permission to move, slut?" Nannybot asked in a harsh tone. "No ma'am!" I quickly answered, snapping my head back forward. "Exactly. You will do exactly what you're told, when you're told. Understand?" "Yes ma'am!" I answered, trying my best to hold still. "Good. Because if you don't, you will become quite accustomed with Mr. Riding Crop. Understand?" "Yes ma'am!" My heartbeat rapidly picked up pace over the course of the conversation. That crop was no joke! I was determined to be a perfect little angel if it mean sparring myself another lick from it. "Good girl. Would you like to have your diaper changed?" "Yes ma'am!" "Do you not like having being in a messy diaper?" "No ma'am!" "Why not? It's a very fitting look for you." "It's smelly and feels icky ma'am!" "It feels icky? Does it feel icky when I do this?" Nannybot reached her hand out and gripped my diapered crotch. She then began rubbing it into my already excited crotch, causing me to experience a burst of pleasure. This made me let out a moan and without even thinking I began thrusting my hips into her hand. I was quickly brought back to reality by the pain of the riding crop making contact with my right leg. "You seem to be enjoying your messy diaper quite a bit though. Maybe I should just put you to bed like that?" Nannybot threatened. "Please don't Nanny! I really want a clean diaper!" I loudly responded. "Hmm... I'm not entirely convinced, but I guess I'll change you anyways." She answered, much to my relief. I truly did not want to be in this nasty diaper a second longer. I'd probably lose my mind if I had to be stuck in and smell it over night. I would almost certainly get a nasty diaper rash as well. My night of punishment is far from over though, so it very well could get much worse. My lust for pleasure was almost indescribable at this point. With how much teasing I endured earlier, I almost exploded just from Nannybot gripping my diaper like she had. If she had kept rubbing just a few seconds longer, I probably wouldn't have been able to stop myself if I wanted to. I felt Nannybot grab hold of my diaper tapes as she began undoing them. The diaper was already sagging quite a bit from how used it was, which caused it to quickly plop down onto the shower floor as soon as the tapes were loose enough. The cold air instantly hit my disgusting nether region and punished bottom once they were exposed. "We may as well bathe you now, smelly." Nannybot stated as she grabbed the detachable shower-head from it's holder. The hot water hit my body as soon as Nannybot turned the knob on the faucet. The water was slightly warmer than I was anticipating, but it felt great after being naked in the cold bathroom. She began by spraying my bottom, causing the bits of poop stuck to it to fall off and begin sliding towards the drain. I tried to move my hand to avoid it, but I was instantly denied by the riding crop coming down on my already sore bottom. I quickly planted my hand back down, narrowly avoiding the mess that was moving around them. Nannybot worked efficiently to clean my disgusting diaper area, disregarding any pain or pleasure I felt during the process. After all of the mess was removed she began using a soapy washcloth to clean me down, head to toe. Her wiping down my sensitive parts caused me to spasm a bit every time, which in turn caused the crop to come down on my sore butt cheeks once again. I had lost count of how many swats by the time we were done. It was certainly in the double digits though. I could feel the burning welts that it left behind on my exposed. The pain was made even worse when the hot water was sprayed onto them. It was bad enough to make me shutter, which only led to more painful welts. I was relieved when Nannybot finally shut the water off after finishing washing my hair. It only took me a few seconds to begin shivering after the warm water was gone. Thankfully, I didn't receive any smacks for this. I was concerned about what was to come next though. The hands came out of the ceiling not too long after and began to lift me up onto my feet. I was expecting to be let down, but instead they left me suspended a couple of feet in the air. Their only grip on me was under my armpits, so it wouldn't be hard for me to struggle against them. There was no future where that ended well for me though, and my bottom had already been punished enough today. Nannybot was standing directly in front of me now, holding something pink. After I had taken notice of it she began to unfold it, revealing that it was one of the potty training pull-ups I had purchased. This one was bright pink and contained several flowers on it that would vanish if it was used. I knew it would fit my small frame, as I had worn them in the past. "We don't want baby making any messes while we dry her, do we?" Nannybot said in condescending voice. The garments stretchy sides were pulled apart by Nannybot and she began working it up my dangling, wet legs. It felt a bit weird putting it on while I was still wet, but the pull-up didn't have much issue absorbing the liquid. When it was in place, she gave the crotch a pat, which sent more waves of pleasure through me. It may have been a while since my last failed orgasm, but I was still plenty excited. Pull-ups had always had a special place in my heart. I always loved reading stories involving them. They always seemed like the perfect humiliation device to me. I loved imagining being a naughty school girl, forced to wear pull-ups after wetting myself. I'd have to ask permission to use the potty and have an adult come with me to pull down my training pants and wipe me when I was done. Diapers were perfectly humiliating on their own, but there was just something different about pull-ups. I was snapped back to reality as multiple towels began drying me off. While the hands did this, Nannybot began drying my hair off with a hair dryer. My long hair took a bit longer than the rest of my body, so after a bit it was just me, Nannybot, and the pair of hands suspending me in the air. I remained silent during this, not wanting to invoke her wrath. After my hair was sufficiently dry, it was pulled into twin tails and secured with two black and white hair bows. Nannybot took hold of me after this and carried me over to the large mirror nearby. The childish hair style perfectly suited the childish pull-up. All I needed now was a pacifier and I would look exactly like a potty training toddler. "This look suits you, Baby. We'll have to get you in an actual diaper soon though. I doubt that pull-up will last long on you. Let's go get you dressed and then we can get to your next punishment." Nannybot said. I had almost forgotten that I still had plenty of punishment time left. The last few minutes had been peaceful enough that it had left my mind. If I had to guess, I was probably about halfway done at the moment, but I really had no way of knowing. Nannybot carried me back to my nursery and deposited me on my changing table. The restraints were quickly secured, making sure I was helpless for anything that was about to happen. The hands came and went from the ceiling, depositing some things that I couldn't make out next to Nannybot. "Maybe there is some hope for you still, baby." Nannybot said as she began pulling the unsoiled training pants off of me. A pair of hands lifted my legs into the air by my ankles next, perfectly exposing my privates. I expected Nannybot to place a diaper under me right after the pull-up was removed, but she didn't. This made me a bit concerned, as it likely meant that something else was going to happen first. "Do you know what this is, baby?" Nannybot asked, dangling a chastity belt in front of my face. My heart started beating when I realized that the orgasm denial trend wasn't going away. I'd never worn a chastity belt before, but I'd watched plenty of videos of girls in them, struggling to obtain any pleasure they could through the steel. I didn't cheap out on the one I purchased for my dungeon. It was the high end, steel model that was advertised as being the perfect chastity device. There was no way I would be able to pleasure myself once it was secured on. It was also advertised as being comfortable and perfect for extended periods of use. "I-it's a chastity belt, Nanny." I answered, gulping. "That's right. And what does it do?" "It pr-prevents naughty girls from t-touching themselves" "Correct again. Do you know why it's here?" "Because I've been naughty." "Exactly. That's why you're going to wear this for the rest of the night. With some modifications, of course." "Do I have to Nanny?" "Yes Baby. I can't have you trying to touch your naughty bits during your chores." "Chores?!" I was bit surprised to hear that I would be doing "chores" during punishment mode. I guess it was technically a punishment, but not one I was expecting. Of course, Nannybot implied that the chastity belt I was about to be locked in would have some modifications, which I could only imagine being more ways to deny me orgasms. What chores could she even give me, anyways? Nannybot and the house in general were programmed to take care of all the cleaning and maintenance. "Yes, Baby, chores. You clearly need further discipline and chores are perfect for little girls like you. Now enough talking. Let's get you caged, diapered, and dressed." A pacifier gag descended from the roof and was effortlessly attached to my face by a pair of hands, silencing any other complaints I could have made. While this was happening, Nannybot got to work laying one of the thickest diapers in my collection under me. This one was entirely plain white, with no designs. I wasn't expecting what came next. Suddenly, without warning, something firm and thick was shoved into my vagina. This sent a wave of shock and pleasure coursing through my body, making me struggle against my unrelenting bonds. If whatever that was is going in before the chastity belt is put on, then it can't be good. "That right there is the first modification to your belt, Baby. It will help make sure you have learned your lesson and don't repeat your naughty behavior." Nannybot explained. I soon felt something else pressing up against my back door. I clenched out of instinct, but it didn't help much as the item was well lubricated. I recognized it to be a butt plug after it was fully inserted. This wasn't an ordinary one though. Something was attached to this and was snaking out of my rectum. "This is the second modification. I will use it when I think you're slacking off or misbehaving." Nannybot said, holding a pump up to my face. Seeing the pump made me realize that this was the inflatable butt plug I had. It could expand to a crazy size after enough pumps, which honestly did not seem verify comfortable. "Let's give it a few squeezes for good measure." she stated. Nannybot did just that. I let out a moan into the rubber nipple every time I felt the plug expand. It was already slightly uncomfortable at its base size, but it was quite noticeable after the three squeezes Nannybot gave it. I knew it could expand far beyond this size too, making it even more threatening. "That should be good to start with. You better behave if you don't want it getting any bigger, Baby. Now let's get your belt on." Nannybot said. Nannybot picked the chastity belt back up and began working it down my leg, inserting the pump for the butt plug through a small hole in the bottom that's designed for pooping. The cold steel of the belt soon made contact with my sensitive labia and clitoris, making me whine and try to jerk away. Nannybot did not seem to appreciate this, and gave another pump of air into the butt plug. "Hold still, unless you want more pumps." The robot stated. "Mmph mmm!" I mumbled into the pacifier, trying to let her know that I understood. I stayed as still as possible as she perfectly positioned the belt. She next began making adjustments to the side and back. After a few seconds I felt the belt tighten up, and not long after it was perfectly pressed against me. Finally, I heard the small click of the main lock on the front, sealing away my own body from me until further notice. "Perfect, now let's get you diapered." Nannybot exclaimed. Nannybot got to work powdering me up, treating the steel of the belt like it wasn't even there in the process. She next moved the position of the tube and pump for the butt plug, adjusting it so that it would snaked up and outside the back of my diaper. Finally, the thick front of the garment was pulled up and over the chastity belt, fully concealing it underneath as it was taped up. "Now it's time to get you dressed." Nannybot stated as the restraints binding me in place were undone. I was pulled onto my feet by Nannybot. I fell over at first due to the bulk of the diaper and unusual feeling of the butt plug in my ass. Nannybot helped me stay upright and after a couple of seconds I was able to keep my balance. I almost fell over again when I saw the outfit she had picked out for me though. The outfit was a French maid uniform with a skirt short enough to perfectly show off what was underneath, even without a massive diaper on. It even came with a head dress, thigh high socks, and three inch heels. Another hand contained something else that surprised me: a pink baby harness, complete with reigns. I gulped as the outfit was brought over to me, piece by piece. It wasn't long before the maid uniform was brought over my head and put on me. That was next followed by the head dress. I was then lifted up off the ground by my armpits and the thigh highs and high heels were forced on. What I didn't expect was to hear two more clicks coming from my feet. It would seem that these heels were the locking kind that I forgot I had purchased. Finally, I was put back on the ground and the pink harness was secured onto me. Unsurprisingly, I heard two more clicks, ensuring that it would not be coming off unless Nannybot wanted it to come off. "Now that you're all dressed, let's get started on your chores. Start walking to the kitchen, Baby." Nannybot said, taking hold of the reigns to my harness. I did as instructed and nearly fell over again when I took my first step. It had been a very long time since I had worn heels, and the thick diaper wasn't making it easier. Thankfully Nannybot had a firm hold on the harness reins, which caught me. I started moving slower after that, but Nannybot did not like that and gave me several firm pats on my diapered butt to get me moving faster. After a near a near minute walk we back at the kitchen. I was directed to the sink, where I saw all of the dishes from dinner in the sink, unwashed. "Your first chore is the dishes. Get going." Nannybot said, giving my thickly diapered butt another hard pat. I hesitantly picked up the first dish, which was the plate my dinner was served on, and began rinsing it with water. Just hours ago I had thought that I was done cleaning dishes forever. Here I am now though, being forced to do them under threat of further punishment by my own robotic house keeper. This was not how I expected this punishment session to go. As I was beginning to soap the dish I suddenly felt a strong vibration start inside of me. Whatever was stuck inside of me before the chastity belt was put on was the culprit. The vibrations were intense enough that my reaction probably would have sent me falling to the ground. Thankfully I was able to grab onto the counter. "Get back to work, slut." Nannybot stated. In addition to the vibrations I next felt the butt plug increase in size. This elicited a whine out of me. Of course, it was barely audible behind the large pacifier. Nannybot inflated it twice before I was able to get myself together and attempt to continue cleaning the dishes. The butt plug was now noticeably uncomfortable and the vibrations were not letting up at all. The vibrator stuck inside of me was giving me an incredible amount of pleasure, even more than the vibrations from the bouncer earlier. It was nearly impossible for me to focus on anything other than it. I kept scrubbing though and tried as hard as I could to ignore. It wasn't long before I was getting close to orgasming though. After another few seconds I was incredibly close to going over the edge. Like before though, the vibrations suddenly stopped. I should have expected it, but it had taken all of my mental capacity to focus on cleaning the dishes. I whined into the pacifier some more, trying to beg Nannybot to let me orgasm. If my begging was even decipherable it fell on deaf ears. As I was calming down the vibrator came to life again, causing me to whine even more. The pleasure rapidly built up inside of me again and began distracting me from the dish I was trying to clean. I slowed down my cleaning and instead focused my attention on trying to steal an orgasm. Nannybot did not like this though, and gave another pump into the plug. That did nothing to motivate me though as I devoted everything I could mentally to achieving an orgasm. It was no use though, as the vibrator shut off right before I was able to reach it. Without thinking I shot my right hand down and tried rubbing myself through the diaper. My efforts were futile though, as the only thing I could feel through the thick diaper was the hard steel of the chastity belt. That didn't stop my from trying though. "Naughty baby! You are NOT allowed to touch your diaper." Nannybot said, grabbing hold of my wrist and raising it above my head. I turned my head back around to her and tried my best to beg to be allowed an orgasm. I was starting to tear up now. This was my only my second time being subjected to orgasm denial, with the first being only an hour ago or so. This was entirely not how I expected it to be and it is honestly excruciating! "Clearly you're too much of a stupid, horny, little diaper slut to do even the most basic of tasks. Let's go find a different, more fitting punishment for you. Start crawling." Nannybot said. I obeyed and got down onto my hands and knees after Nannybot released me. I was disappointed in myself for being such a slave to my own pleasure that I would do close to anything just for an orgasm. I was angry at myself for not even being able to do routine chores. I was even more angry at myself for screwing up an easy punishment and probably earning myself a much worse one. Nannybot tugged on the harness reigns and forced me to begin crawling. After a few stride the vibrator kicked on again and continued sending waves of pleasure through my body. I whined and continued to cry as I crawled, not daring to try touching myself again. The diaper, chastity belt, plug, and active vibrator made it difficult to even crawl. A small burst of pee escaped from me while I was crawling. I could feel it up against my skin as it slowly dispersed around the chastity belt and into the thick diaper. I tried to keep up my already slow crawling pace while doing this, but it was just too much to handle at once. I felt the plug expand in size again once as soon as the leash went taut. Finally, after minutes of crawling, I arrived at the dungeon room. I was led over to the center of the room, where a pillory was firmly attached to the floor. The hands quickly got to work, forcing me off of the ground, positioning me inside the pillory, and locking it shut. Nannybot came around to my front and began removing the pacifier gag. "Since your only skills consist of filling diapers and taking cocks, I figure your punishment should consist of both." Nannybot stated, removing the gag from my mouth. I had no time to say anything though, as the dildo machine from this morning was rolled over to me and inserted into my mouth. I nearly choked in surprise as the dildo rapidly shot itself back into my mouth. This one was even bigger than the one from this morning! "You sit there and enjoy that while I do some work back here." Nannybot said as she left my field of view. The dildo in my mouth rapidly shot back and forth in my mouth, never leaving entirely, but pulling out just enough to prevent me from closing my mouth. While this was happening I could feel something happening behind me. After a moment, I could feel the diaper being removed and pulled away. I was wondering what was about to happen back there, but it was really hard to think with the massive dildo fucking my mouth. I could feel the chastity belt being removed shortly after, giving me hope that I would finally be allowed to orgasm. The massive butt plug was deflated next and also removed, much to my enjoyment. I will never know how that thing was able to expand as much as it did! Finally, the vibrator that has been tormenting me for so long was switched off and removed from inside me. Around that time, the dildo in my mouth began to pick up speed. It kept getting faster and faster, until finally it began to shoot the artificial semen into the back of my mouth. After several more strokes and pumps of semen it came to a stop, half way into my mouth. "I know how much you love the taste of semen. Make sure to drink it all. It will keep you nice and hydrated. If I see any of it leave your mouth, you won't like the consequences." Nannybot said from behind me. I followed her orders and started swallowing all of the artificial semen. Thankfully, the dildo remained inactive during this time. After I had managed to get all of the slightly salty substance down, the dildo got back to work, sliding in and out of my mouth. It shot a very high quantity of the semen last time, making me concerned for how many times this would happen. In the back, I could feel another plug style object being inserted into my ass. Unfortunately, I had no way of seeing what it was. I'm sure I would find out soon though, as Nannybot is all about not wasting time. Whatever it is, it probably isn't good for me. "Remember that enema I threated earlier?" Nannybot asked. "Well, I feel that it would be a good experience for you." I groaned as a warm, slightly thick liquid began flowing out of the plug and into my colon. I had never had an enema before, so the feeling was completely foreign to me. I didn't think the enema liquid would be this thick though. I thought you were supposed to use soapy water? "You're probably wondering what kind of enema this is. Well, it's the same thing that you're currently gulping down." Nannybot stated. So it was the artificial semen? I guess that wasn't too surprising to me, but I was curious what it's going to be like when it comes back out. I wasn't even sure how much was going to be pumped into me, but with how the night has gone so far I'm sure it's not going to be a small amount. The dildo in my mouth steadily built up more and more speed, before once again shooting the thick, salty semen into my mouth. Like last time, I was given a few seconds to swallow up everything I could before the machine started up again to continue the cycle. The enema never stopped flowing during any of this. I nearly choked when I felt an intensely vibrating object push up against my exposed clit. This nearly instantly brought back all the arousal I had before when I was being mercilessly edged. It was foolish of me to get my hopes up, but I prayed in my mind that this time I would finally be allowed to orgasm. My prayers fell on deaf ears though, as the vibrations once again ceased when I was getting close to cumming. Like clockwork, they turned back on after I had calmed down a bit. After several minutes of this hellish cycle, I was beginning to feel full. Both from all the fake sperm I've been forced to drink, and from the fake sperm being pumped into my rectum. Neither source seemed to be close to empty though, as they both continued to disperse the substance at a steady rate. After several more minutes, I was feeling bloated. I honestly felt like I was going to bust open if anything else was stuffed inside of me. It felt like my entire colon was filled to the brim, which is a feeling I've never experienced before. I couldn't even tell if the semen was even still flowing or not, but I presumed it hadn't stopped. I was well aware of the semen still being shot into my mouth though. The dildo continued its usual rhythm of fucking my mouth, cumming inside of it, and giving me a short break to swallow. I eventually lost count of the number of times this has happened, but it was no doubt in the double digits. Thankfully, I was able to get everything down in time, but it was getting harder and harder to do as my stomach filled. It felt like I had just drunken way more water than I should have. After even longer, I noticed that the dildo did not start back up again. Instead, it stayed motionless half way into my mouth. The vibrator didn't come back to torture me after several seconds either. Because of this, I assumed that the enema had stopped as well. I had no way of knowing though, as I hadn't been able to feel the flow for several minutes now. "Now that you're nice and full, I suppose we should get you ready for bed." Nannybot stated. I next felt the chastity belt being reattached, making me lose all hope of being allowed to orgasm. Was I seriously going to have to wear it until morning? I thought that maybe I would be able to finish myself off after punishment mode expired, but with the belt on that would be close to impossible. After hearing the locks of the chastity belt latch shut, I felt the large diaper being placed back up against me. It was quickly fastened back on, but the enema plug and tube were not removed. Instead, the tube was snaked up through the back of the diaper like the butt plug one had been earlier. "Let's get you dressed for bed and then maybe I'll let you release your enema." Nannybot said. Maybe?! There was no way I could possibly sleep feeling this bloated. It was causing me to slightly cramp up now, and having to spend an entire night in this state would drive me crazy! I prayed in my mind again, hoping that this was just a bluff to try to scare me. If it was, it was working. The dildo in my mouth was pulled out and quickly replaced with the pacifier gag that I had become so accustomed to. I was then unlocked from the pillory, and forced back onto the floor on my hands and knees. The sudden movement caused my filled lower organs to cramp up a bit again, sending pain throughout my body. "If you want to be able to release that enema tonight, then you better get moving slut." Nannybot said as she took hold of the harnesses reins. I began painfully crawling to the nursery, trying as hard as I could to ignore the pain and discomfort that each movement caused. On multiple occasions Nannybot gave a swat to my diapered backside to get me to move faster, which caused even more discomfort and cramps. Nannybot must have been holding the enema tube, because I could feel it running up into the air behind me. I was relieved when we finally reached the nursery. The hands quickly shot from the ceiling and expertly began undressing me. All of the locks to my clothing were removed, followed by the clothes themselves. In no time at all, I was stripped all the way down to my diaper and pacifier gag. Finally, the hair bows holding up my twin tails was removed and my long hair fell back down. "I'm going to release the enema plug now, slut. You're going to hold it all inside of you until you've been dressed and secured in your crib, understand? If you let it out early, then you're going to get another enema before bed." Nannybot said, reaching a thin hand inside the back of my diaper. I nodded my head to show that I understood. As soon as the plug was pulled out I clamped by anus shut as hard as I could, trying to make sure that nothing could leak out. It added quite a bit to my discomfort. It was taking almost all of my attention to do so, which was making it hard to tell what else was happening around me. My eyes were clamped shut as well to try to help my focus, but I had to open them when I felt a soft fabric touch my skin. I looked to my side and saw that I was being dressed in a set of pink, heart patterned footed pajamas. The pajamas were quickly put onto me and then zipped up the back. Finally, I heard the button that covers the zipper snap on. What happened next surprised me, all though it certainly shouldn't have. Thick, fingerless mittens were put onto my hands. After being tightened around my wrists, small locks were placed onto the straps. A similar process was carried out with a pair of booties on my feet. There would be no possible way for me to tamper with my outfit now. "There we go, all ready for bed! Do you like your pretty pajamas, baby?" Nannybot asked, using a more maternal voice. I nodded my head again, hoping that I wouldn't have to endure this much longer. "I knew you would. Let's get you tucked in." Nannybot stated. Nannybot took me into her arms and began carrying me towards the crib. When we arrived she set me down on my back and pulled the blanket up to my neck. Thankfully, she didn't restrain my arms and legs to the sides. Even without that, it would be impossible for me to escape though, as the mittens made my hands useless. "Sleep tight, baby. You can release your enema as soon as I leave the room." Nannybot said. Nannybot pulled the cribs bars back up. Once it clicked shut, I was sealed inside until she released me in the morning. She next made her way to the door and shut the lights off, completely enveloping me in darkness. Finally, she exited the room and shut the door, leaving me completely alone. The instant the door closed, I released my muscles that were keeping the enema inside. As soon as it could, it began pouring out, into my slightly wet diaper. I have no clue how big the enema was, but it was big enough to keep a steady flow for multiple seconds when it was coming out. The feeling was a massive relief to me and caused me to moan into the giant pacifier. The artificial semen spread throughout every part of the big diaper. I could feel it pooling up right under by butt and at the midsection of the diaper. Whenever I moved, even a little bit, it would squish around and disperse itself to other parts of the diaper. I could even feel it making its way under the chastity belt. After probably a minute or so, the flow of fake semen into my diaper stopped and I finally felt empty inside. The semen was all over my diaper, and it was a bit uncomfortable. It didn't really feel bad due to how warm it was, but it was sticky and thick. It reminded me of the messy diaper I had been forced to wear earlier, except without the smell and way more volume. Now that the I was free from having to focus on the enema, I was presented with another problem. I was still incredibly horny and my pussy was yearning for release. Unlike the enema though, this was a release that would be impossible to obtain. I tried as hard as I could to stimulate myself enough to reach an orgasm, but my current outfit was specifically designed to prevent that. The chastity belt completely blocked access to every part of my vagina, the thick diaper blocked access to the chastity belt, the back-zipper pajamas blocked access to my diaper, and the thick mittens secured around my hands blocked access to everything. I was able to get a little bit of stimulation from my nipples, but that wasn't nearly enough for what I needed. The futility of it all didn't stop me from trying though. I first tried pressing my mittened hands into the front of my diaper. The only feeling I got though was that of the fake semen squishing around and then the unbending metal plate of the chastity belt. Nothing I tried worked to get even a tiny bit of stimulation from that part of my body. In a move of frustrated desperation, I began trying as hard as I could to get off through my nipples. I rubbed the thick mittens against my nipples, which did hardly anything. I kept trying for minutes though, before finally giving up with a frustrated groan into the pacifier gag. Once I had completely given up hope of getting an orgasm, I dropped my arms to my sides and began to think over my day. I have only been living in this house for less than 12 hours, but it already felt like years. My morning had started off really fun with my first diaper punishment, but the rest of the day after that had become much harder. Being denied orgasms for hours at a time was excruciating, and if this was a punishment inflicted on me by an actual person then I would do whatever I could to prevent it from happening again. Deep inside though, I knew I was enjoying this in some way. I have fantasized about being diaper punished and treated like a baby slave for years upon years now. Stuff like this is exactly what I wanted, and it's what I was getting. I deserved to be here, restrained from my own body and having no choice but to use my thick diaper. I just hoped that in the morning I would be able to find some form of relief. Thoughts like these weren't helping me to kill my horniness, so I decided to try as hard as I could to turn my brain off and just fall asleep. This was incredibly hard though. Even with how exhausted I was from my last few hours of punishment, I couldn't get myself to fall asleep. It probably didn't help that it was definitely no later than 9:00pm right now. I usually didn't go to bed until midnight. After a while of trying to sleep, I felt pressure begin to build up in my bladder. Without putting too much thought into it, I released it and heard the sounds of it hitting the metal of the chastity belt. The belt caused my urine to mostly disperse through the tiny holes in the middle and from the bottom of the shield. After a few seconds I was finished and got back to work trying to fall asleep. Eventually the semen substance began to cool off, making the diaper even more uncomfortable to be in. The areas my pee had reached remained a bit warmer, but didn't help much. Speaking of uncomfortable, the pacifier gag strapped to my head also didn't help. I didn't have much problem with a normal pacifier, but the gag one was hard to get used to. Finally, after who knows how long, I was able to slip into sleep.

Maybe a squished up casserole of some sort? I'm not brave enough to find out. Food can be horrifying! I'm not brave enough to try that- it looks as appetizing as casu marzu, cheese with maggots in it. ? Kinda reminds me of this pic: cute pork buns gone wrong!

https://www.wtrf.com/news/weird/bomb-squad-called-to-hospital-after-man-reportedly-had-wwii-mortar-stuck-up-his-butt/amp/ Ummm. Yeah. I got nothing.

I don't know what food item this is a picture of, but I may never eat again.

My question is why would you want to? What do you expect to get out of it? The person you tell to baby you, change your diapers, being able to just wear a diaper only around said person, acceptance, what? You may have much more to lose than you have to gain. First, a casual friend or relative is not likely change your diapers. They might just be totally turned off about it. They in turn could tell all your friends. It could get back to your employer. Even though it doesn't involve children, people assume it does and if your neighbors find out, it could end up bad. It might not, but unless it's a girlfriend or boyfriend you have been dating or are serious about having a lasting relationship with, I can't see what you have to gain verses all you have to lose.

This is exactly how I became dependent. When I first started stents of 247, I was only minutely hopeful that I would lose control, but as time went on and after many purges, and about 6 months of relaxing and releasing, I was definitely urge incontinent and even developed lack of bowel control which I didn't expect either. That seemed to progress faster than the loss of bladder control once it began. Assuming this is a goal for you, congratulations on your new diapered life! I know it has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me!

Chapter 29: Regressed Glitch in Nanny - by LittleFallenPrincess The swirling... the images... the sounds coming from the screen... I knew what they were trying to do. I had seen it before. I had been through this before. ================================================ Ten years ago. Or was it twelve when I first travelled there? That place... that... place. I was headhunted by the government due to my programming skills and my higher than average test scores. They couldn’t find anyone to work out their problem, so they did that stupid thing you hear about in movies or stories, they put the problem in a test that all the schools did. They figured maybe, just maybe, one of the kids would be able to solve it. And I did. I was the only one. I don’t know how I did it, I just... I just did. So the next day some shady guys in suits turned up at my Mum’s place and asked to see me. They needed someone to hack into a device they had gotten hold of somehow. And of course, because I was just some dumb 17 year old who thought getting to work in a super secret government testing facility was cool, I signed up. My Mum... was not as happy. But still, I went anyway, telling my Mum that it was a huge opportunity or some bullshit. They originally told me I would just be going for a few hours every day, more so on weekends, to help work on whatever they were working on. Problem was... no one could have predicted what happened that caused me to be away for over a year. And of course, I couldn’t tell my Mum about it. I couldn’t tell Morgan about it. The only people who knows what happened to me are the government, and that one friend I made there. So the story goes like this. After I was recruited, I got shown around their super secret lab thing in the heart of London. The place felt like an impenetrable fortress, you needed either a very high level passkey or a billion different ones to get even close to the important rooms where I worked. And on the first day... they showed me the device. It was just a silly little wrist thing. Like a bracelet. But what they told me about it... I very nearly didn’t believe. Most of me didn’t want to believe that this could transport someone to another reality... another dimension. But a few days into my time working there after school, I was handed the bracelet for the very first time. I was actually allowed to touch it, to hold it. They had gotten the user interface working, but they couldn’t decipher the menus. But as soon as I booted it up... I could. It made perfect sense to me. I have no idea why. The scientists supervising me told me that no one there had been able to decipher anything, but somehow I could. And what’s a 17 year old to do with a fancy device...? I pressed a button, of course. The air electrified around me. People were screaming at me, shouting from the top of their lungs. But I couldn’t make out what they were saying, everything was just too loud. And before I knew it, I was no longer in the lab. I was no longer in this country. I was no longer in this dimension. I had arrived in another universe. One similar to ours in some ways, but very different in others. Within moments, I was stood on a street I had no knowledge of. People were walking past. People who... were not my size. They were at least double my height. They walked past as if it was normal that someone the size of a child to them was suddenly in their world. But as I looked around, I saw smaller people. People my size. They were walking alongside the large people, but unlike them, they seemed... nervous... scared. That’s when I saw the thing that opened my eyes. The thing that started it all. I saw one of the smaller people in the arms of a large one. Dressed... dressed like a baby. And just as I was trying to get my head around what I was seeing, one of the large people stopped in front of me and looked down. “Hello there little one... where’s your Mummy?” she asked. I looked up at her. She was... gigantic. Getting up the courage, I finally spoke up. “I... sorry, I’m not from around here. Err... can you tell me where I am?” “You’re a lost little? And not from around here? That means you’re not adopted... and you are very, very cute! I love your little red hair. You’d make a perfect sister to my little Timothy...” And suddenly I found myself being towered over by this large woman as she reached down to grab me. I had no idea what I should do. Should I run? Should I fight? Should I let her do whatever she was planning? Thankfully, as I found out later, I was saved from a horrible fate. Much akin to what Sadie is planning for me now actually. I was going to be adopted by this woman and kept as a full time baby with some other person who was kept very much the same way. But right before she grabbed me, someone ran over to me, someone my height, and grabbed my hand. “Sorry Miss, she’s just playing a silly game. We better get back to our Mummy.” This new stranger said. He turned to me with a look of ‘trust me’. “Right, Michelle?” he asked. ‘Michelle?’ This guy, with ashe blonde hair, who looked to be roughly my age, looked at me and winked. “We’re both adopted by the same Mummy. See?” He lifted my arm up and suddenly there was a bracelet on it? I swear it wasn’t there before. “Oh shame. You better get back to your Mummy though, little ones...” The large woman walked off and this silver-haired boy pulled me by my arm, into a nearby alley. “That was close!” he said, taking a deep breath. “Umm... what happened back there?” I asked, still confused, my head feeling a bit frazzled. “You were nearly adopted! That’s what!” he took a sigh of relief. “Adopted? But I already have a Mum.” “You’re already adopted?” “No, she’s my biological Mum.” I said. “Oh, so that woman could have adopted you after all. Good job I was there!” “Umm... I’m confused.” “Wait... where are you from?” he asked. “Not around here, that’s for sure. Who are these large people? Who was that woman? Who are you?” “Oh god, are you a portal little? That would explain it. When did you arrive?” “Portal little? Umm... I arrived about 2 minutes before you saved me...” “Wait, so you didn’t enter through the main portal hub? How did you get here then?” “I...” I was beginning to explain but he cut me off as we heard a noise further down the alley. “Scratch that. That can wait. Let’s get you back to my place. It’s safe there. Follow me!” And so I followed this mysterious boy back to his home, pressing random buttons on the device but finding out that it was no longer working along the way. ------------------------------------------------- “So you’re from another dimension... but not Earth Prime?” He got super excited as we sat in his bedroom, which I found much more appropriately sized than all the buildings we had passed on the way to get here. It was pretty late at this point, it was dark out. And for some reason, his parents hadn’t gotten home yet. “Earth Prime?” I asked as he passed me a glass of water. “Yeah, you know... the Earth on the other side of the portals at the main hub?” “So wait... the multiverse theory is actually correct? I’m from one of many Earths? I thought that was just the stuff of science fiction!” I was excited by this thought, but still anxious about being stuck here. “Well we only know of one, the one connected by the portals in major cities. We call that Earth Prime. We have one portal here in this country, but there’s also at least one in each of the larger countries on this planet. We always theorised that there must be other Earths too, just ones not connected to this one. So wait... tell me about your Earth! I wanna hear all about it!” And for the next thirty minutes, I happily explained to this random boy who saved me on the street about our floating cities and our advanced tech. He told me all about his Earth, all about Amazons and littles and the differences between them in not only physical appearance but also roles in society. It sounded horrible what some littles have to go through, but seeing that little dressed up like a baby like that... it awakened something in me. Something I’d maybe explore when or maybe even if I return to my own dimension. “Wow, sounds like your tech is advanced. We’re pretty advanced too, way more advanced than Earth. They don’t even have nanites...” he said. “Nanites? Wait... you have nanites here?” “Yeah? Don’t you?” he said as if it was just a normal thing. “No! Oh my god, I need to see them!” “They’re pretty hard to get hold of. You need a licence and everything. We’re just kids. Well. I won’t be tomorrow.” “Wait... your birthday is tomorrow? So is mine!” I said excitedly. “Oh my god!” he jumped up and down. “We should celebrate!” “I’d rather get back home... although this thing isn’t working...” I tapped the device on my wrist, holding it up for him to see. “So that’s how you got here? Weird. It looks like our tech. Definitely nanite built.” “How do you know?” I asked. “I just do. Pretty obvious. Didn’t know they made portal devices that small though.” “Well I need to get it back up and running again if I’ve any chance to get home!” I sighed. “You’ll need nanites for that. And someone to program them.” “Perfect. How do we get them?” “I have no idea. But I can try and find out.” He offered. “Wait, I don’t even know you’re name!” “I’m... call me Olivia.” He looked down at his feet as he said this, he was obviously nervous about telling me. “But Olivia is a girl’s name...” I stated. “And?” “Oh... wait... you mean...” It clicked in my head and I knew exactly what he was implying. “Yeah. Only people closest to me know. And now you!” he smiled awkwardly. “Well it’s nice to meet you Olivia. I’m Faith.” I didn’t ask him... sorry, her anything about her transition or anything, I figured she’d tell me when she was ready. “Nice to meet you too, Faith. So umm.... I hate to ask... but what’s the plan?” “Get nanites, program them, fix this, go home!” I said with absolute certainty, not even taking into consideration the difficulty of these tasks. “It’s going to take time to do every step of that though... where will you stay?” she asked. “I... oh god. I hadn’t even thought about that. I have no money or anything. And I have no idea what I’m doing!” “Why don’t you stay with me? My parents probably won’t mind. And I can ask them if they have any idea where we can get hold of some nanites for you!” “Thanks... I really mean it. Thank you. But... why are you helping someone you just met?” I asked. “I don’t know. I just have this feeling that I can trust you, and that I’m supposed to help you. Plus I assume if the roles were reversed, you’d help me?” “I mean... probably. My Mum always says I’m too nice and trusting for my own good.” “Mine too!” I looked at this boy... no wait, girl, and saw a lot of similarities. In both looks and personalities. And I smiled. I was very fortunate to have found her. I just hoped that I could return home soon. An alarm went off on her phone. “Happy birthday! To both of us!” she called out. I looked at a clock on the wall and saw that it had gone past midnight. I was now 18. I was legally an adult back home. As I was the height of a little here, I wasn’t sure what legal status I had. I missed my Mum. I missed Morgan. I missed home. But I smiled back at Olivia, happy in the knowledge that I had at least one friend to celebrate my birthday with. The morning after, I met Olivia’s parents. They seemed lovely and were very accepting of me. We bent the truth a bit, saying I was from Earth Prime. We didn’t want to worry them or anything by telling them I’m actually from a different Earth they never knew existed. They happily accepted me into the family for the time being, telling me I was welcome to stay as long as I needed whilst I found a way home. Even offered a source of nanites thanks to a Doctor they knew who was an ally to littles. I barely left the house, but then again neither did Liv or her parents. The few times I did wander out, I saw a bunch of random adoptions and it scared the hell out of me. And from what I gathered, Liv and her parents were similarly scared of getting ‘adopted’, so they stayed in as often as possible. ------------------------------------------------- Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. And during that time, I taught myself everything that could be found on their internet related to nanites. I experimented with the small batch I had, getting closer to the solution to fixing this bracelet device thing every day. I met Olivia’s friend early on, Sarah was her name. She was lovely. Very protective of Olivia, I could tell they were close. Olivia was around a lot, because she was taking a year off before University. Well... at least a year. She was taking the time off to socially transition, and she was making great progress, but it wasn’t enough for her. The only way she would be happy was with nanites, as apparently they can change parts of your body that in my universe would have been replaced with augmented parts, so in my spare time, I worked on a side project just for her, as a way to say thank you for everything. It was taking a lot longer than I had hoped to get back home, but thankfully Liv and her parents were so lovely to me and reassured me that I always had a place with them. ------------------------------------------------- Then one day, about 9 months into my stay in that dimension, I was out with Liv for the first time in weeks. We needed some spare parts and she knew a store that was friendly to littles, so we went with our fake adopted bracelets. Sadly, someone at the store ignored the bracelet and had their eyes set on me. They grabbed my arm and tried taking me, but I resisted. Which apparently, is the first mistake most littles make. Due to the resistant nature, they figured they’d try and hypnotise me with one of the screens used to entrap littles in the store so they’d be primed and ready for adoption. I only caught a glimpse of the swirling picture before I was entranced. My brain started to swirl, but thankfully two seconds in, my view of the screen was blocked. It was Liv. She had stood in front of the screen to block my view, cutting me off from the hypnotic message. And not only that, she had brought store security, stating that we were adopted already. They quickly took the random Amazon into custody and before they could grab us to verify her claim, Liv grabbed my hand and ran with me. We somehow made it home, despite the fact I was still in a bit of a daze. She had protected me, again. And even better... she had grabbed the parts I needed before we left. I was not clear of it all yet though, the two seconds I had looking at the screen affected me more than I had hoped, but thankfully nothing permanent. I did, however, spend the next week with a thumbsucking impulse and a slight lisp. That was enough warning for me, I vowed to never go out again, under no circumstances. And a large part of me felt sorry for Liv. She lived in this universe, this was... ‘normal’ for her! No one should have to go through this. She had told me of the horrors that some Amazons put littles through. But I hadn’t quite understood it until my mind was affected. That gave me the drive to work on my other project whilst I was there. Not only to give her a present... but to give her some sense of safety, some kind of protection against the dangers of this world. So I worked day and night, doing as much research as possible, hacking into restricted Amazon research files regarding hypnosis and nanites. It was horrifying, I will tell you that, some of the stuff they did to some littles. I wouldn’t let anything like that happen to Liv. So whilst I worked on the nanites to fix my portal device, I also worked on some nanites to protect Liv. And as an added benefit, they’d give her the transition she so desperately wanted but couldn’t get, due to the risk of being regressed and sold off by the doctors who offered the transitioning nanites. It was the least I could do. If it wasn’t for her, I would have never have lasted in this universe. I’d be in one of those nurseries you see on TV, a mindless, helpless baby. ------------------------------------------------- Just over a year since I had first arrived, I had finished the nanites for Liv. And I was very, very close to fixing my portal device. I mean I hadn’t tested it, but I was pretty sure it would work as it is now. I missed my Mum so much, and I missed Morgan too. We had gotten so close, and then suddenly I’m gone, disappearing from her life suddenly. I hope she can forgive me. Not that I can even tell her about all this, the government will probably cover it up or something. ------------------------------------------------- It was a few days after our 19th birthday. I had promised Olivia I’d have something special for her, but that it would be a bit late. I left a little syringe of nanites in an envelope. All she’d have to do is inject them into herself, then she’d get the full transition within hours. And unbeknownst to her, protection from other nanites. They wouldn’t allow any other nanites to make any changes to her body, and would attack anything hostile on sight. As for the hypnosis protection... I had made progress, but not quite perfected it. So I left a little program in her nanites that would transmit a signal. Syncing it with the frequency of my universe, it meant I could track her vitals and make changes from my Earth if I manage to work on them more and find a way to transmit larger amounts of data across dimensions. But for now, it was time to leave this dimension and return home. It was the first and probably last test I could have, as there was no way to test this without either travelling home, or... who knows what bad things could occur. I could be sent to another Earth, or a random pocket of space. I couldn’t know. I was working with something no one seemed to have any experience with. But I was desperate to get home. “You’re gonna keep in touch, right?” Olivia hugged me tightly. “If I can find a way, sure. If not... then I guess this is goodbye.” I said, hugging her back. “And you’re sure it’ll work?” she asked. “Nope. But I have to try.” “Can’t you just stay here? It’s been nice having you around. You make me feel like... me.” “I made you something to help with that. You’ll find it upstairs, along with a note.” “Wait... you didn’t? Did you?” “Just wait and see. Right, time to try this thing and see if I can get home. You take care now, Liv, okay? I don’t want you getting adopted or anything. I want you happy and safe and not regressed by the time I talk to you next, whenever that is. Maybe find a cute guy and settle down? Away from all the Amazons if you can!” “Maybe not a guy...” she blushed. “Oh... snap!” I had an inkling, she kept her relationship status a secret from me, although I could tell there was something between her and Sarah from the very start. “Wait... you too?” she asked nervously. “Yeah. You know that girl I talked to you about? Morgan?” “Oh damn. Well I hope you tell her how you feel when you get home.” I wish I had taken her advice. This whole thing with Sadie could have been avoided. “Right. Again, take care. I will see you around sometime. Don’t know when, but I promise I’ll find a way.” “Please be careful. And I really hope this works.” Liv waved as I pressed a button on the device. The air surrounding me electrified. The hair on my arms raised. And in an instant, I was back in the facility. I had appeared in a closet of all things... ------------------------------------------------- Over the next week, I was interrogated by scientists, government agents, basically anyone involved with the device. I told them very basic details. Nothing that would give away the existence of nanites or any way to fix the device. Eventually they let me go. They stripped me of the device but found it wasn’t working again, and to my knowledge, haven’t been able to get it working since. They tried getting me to come back on numerous occasions, but I declined every time. I didn’t want to get stuck in that other universe for another year just to fix the device yet again. I missed Liv, sure, but I’d find my own way there, no matter how long it took. I had knowledge from that other universe, so I’d be able to figure it out. In fact, eventually... I did. But the problem was, I didn’t have enough nanites to build a device to transport me there. And I had no way of sending the plans over to Liv so she could build it, due to restrictions on how much data I could send over. My Mum was ecstatic that I had returned home. She was worried sick the whole year I was gone. Morgan was told some stupid story about me going working for the government for a year. She hated that I suddenly disappeared, but she was happy that I was home. And for the next ten years or so, I tracked Liv’s nanites from my dimension. She had a few close calls with some foreign nanites recently, but there was no damage done. Then eventually someone close to her tried accessing her nanites to try and protect her against hypnosis. I allowed them access, and worked together with them, sending small updates to Liv’s nanites, upgrading them so they can remove hypnotic conditioning upon use of a code word. Knowledge wasn’t the only thing I had brought back with me though... and I had to test my updates on something before I sent them to Liv... ================================================ As the hypnosis worked its way into my mind, trying to alter my behaviour and my thoughts... I felt something inside resist against it. ‘Moment of truth, I guess...’ I thought to myself. I thought about Morgan. About my Mum. About Liv. About what I was going to do to Sadie if I got out of this. I thought about anything I could to make sure the nanites were working. And as the video continued playing, my own thoughts resisted against the programming. I was still myself. The updates Liv’s Doctor friend had worked on, the ones I had taken one step further... they were working! They actually blocked out the hypnosis altogether! I didn’t need a code word or anything like Liv did. “I... can speak still. Good sign...” I whispered to myself. I wasn’t sure if they could hear anything I was saying, so I kept as quiet as I could. I focused on Morgan. On her smile. On her eyes. Those beautiful, green eyes. There was no way I was going to have my mind melted by some wealthy arseholes. I was going to get out of here and get back to my girlfriend if she’s still alive. Fuck these guys. Liv managed to stay free for nearly 30 years. I can manage to get out of this. And as the video stopped, and the noise disappeared... the silence in the room was deafening. “Let’s see how our little pampers pooper is doing, shall we?” Sadie said as she walked back into the room. “I can’t wait to see the look on her face. She should be fully regressed, acting like a baby right now!” That was all the information I needed. Because the hypnosis was resisted, I had no idea what its intended result was supposed to be, what messages it was playing. Obviously it was something babyish, but Sadie had just confirmed how I needed to act just to play along and not give away the fact that I had resisted it all. So as Sadie looked over at me, I drooled a bit and clapped my hands, acting like the baby she had supposedly programmed me to be. “Good. It’s worked. Now, let’s get her dressed and ready to ship to her new parents.” ========================================================== I've been waiting so long for this chapter to be here. And you can see why! ? And I can't wait to read everyone's comments! This ISN'T a bonus chapter, I just posted this early so that I don't have to post or edit anything tomorrow, so I can focus on FFXIV Endwalker all day ? 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. 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“Tommy’s into some kinky stuff,” Monique explained casually to the awestruck girl. “You’re a virgin, right?” Brandy stared at the other girl like a dear caught in the headlights. “It’s fine if you are. I’d be surprised if you weren’t. No offense,” she added hastily, but Brandy couldn’t help but feel that it was meant to offend. But she couldn’t argue with her, and Monique was actually offering to help her. “I am,” Brandy admitted. She considered telling Monique that Cole Garber had kissed her at the ninth grade formal, but an awkward and sloppy kiss with a nerd from the mathletes wouldn’t earn her any cred with her new, potential friend. “Hey, Tommy is a great guy to turn in your v-card to. Like I said though, he’s… experienced.” Brandy nodded rapidly. “Any advice you have, I’d owe you big.” Monique chuckled. “You will. That’s okay. I wish I’d had someone like me when I was younger.” Monique was actually younger than Brandy, having recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday two months after Brandy. Brandy hadn’t been invited to her massive blowout, but she’d heard about it from nearly everyone else. Brandy herself celebrated her eighteenth with her parents and grandparents. But things were going to change. She was hot now. Tommy had asked her out. She was in Monique’s house! “Well I’m glad I have you,” Brandy said with a hopeful smile. “If you don’t mind me asking, why’d you break up with him?” “We wanted different things,” she said wistfully. “There wasn’t anything wrong with him,” Monique assured her. “I think the two of you would be cute together. We’re being real mature and staying friends; I just want him to be happy.” “Me too!” “And that means making sure you’re, a little more prepared.” Brandy gulped and nodded. “Let’s get you dressed.” Monique opened her closet and walked in. Brandy watched with mounting anticipation, until she saw what Monique selected. “What is that?” Monique sighed dramatically. “Tommy is a total daddy, right?” Brandy nodded. She knew the term daddy, and it wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when she considered Tommy, but she was eager to act like she knew something, so she played along. “Well he’s like, an actually daddy.” “He has kids?” Monique put her forehead in her hands. “No, he’s eighteen. Obviously not. He’s a daddy daddy.” Brandy looked at her blankly. Monique rolled her eyes. “Daddy is sexy, Brandy.” She pursed her lips and fluttered her eyelashes. “I’ve been a bad giwl, daddy. Please punish me,” she said in a high-pitched voice, leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees, thrusting her ass out. Brandy’s eyes widened. “Oh!” “Now you get it. But relax, he’ll find your innocent naivety endearing. You do have a whole cute little girl thing going for you.” Brandy blushed. She tried so hard to look and act mature, and was always fighting uphill against her hand me down clothes and girlish figure. “You think, you think Tommy will like that?” She tried to imagine herself using that coquettish voice, and couldn’t picture it. “Oh, absolutely.” Monique returned to the closet and dug deeper. “But just to make sure, I’m going to get you dressed for the part.” The idea of getting to wear anything from Monique’s wardrobe both thrilled and terrified Brandy. Everything she owned seemed to be designer, and Brandy could only dream of being able to afford some of the things she’d seen Monique wear, but at the same time, everything seemed perfectly tailored to fit Monique’s exquisite body. There was no way anything she pulled out of that closet could fit her the way they fit their owner. “Hmmm, one of these.” Monique emerged from the closet, three dresses on hangers dangling from her fingers. She promptly pinned one hanger to her chest with her chin and held the other two up in front of the still stunned Brandy, assessing them. “The blue is much cuter, but green is definitely more your color.” Brandy caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror with the offered dresses held in front of her, and her cheeks flushed. Monique’s initial assessment wasn’t wrong, per se, but they weren’t the dresses she had imagined Monique picking out for her. She couldn’t imagine Monique wearing, or even owning, the garments, for that matter. “Umm,” she was terrified of being rude, and couldn’t think of what to say. Monique didn’t give her the chance. “You’re right.” She dropped the two dresses unceremoniously on the floor and held up the third one. “Yes!” The other two dresses had been, juvenile was the most diplomatic word. They harkened back to the dresses she and her friends had worn to the eighth grade formal, big puffy dresses and with big shoulders. The pink dress now held in front of her seemed like something a toddler might wear, with lots of ruffles and a big pink bow on the back, and more matching little ones on the short, puffy sleeves. The idea that beautiful, elegant Monique wore something like this was absurd. The idea of her in something like this was mortifying. “It’s perfect!” “Are you sure?” Brandy managed, her voice quiet. “It seems…” “Of course I’m sure. Do you want my help or not?” “I do, I do!” She desperately did, ignoring the alarm bells ringing in her head. Monique hadn’t ever really been friendly to her before, but she wasn’t one of the mean girls who made fun of her. “Good. Because I want this to work out well for you. For both of you. I want Tommy to be happy.” “So you, you wore this for him?” She looked down at the dress draped in front of her, rubbing her fingers along the big, satin ribbon. Monique gave a wan smile. “There were many reasons we didn’t work out.” Brandy nodded, the pieces starting to fit together. If this was the kind of thing Tommy wanted in a girlfriend, Monique probably wasn’t it. The question was, was she? “Let’s see you in it.” Brandy looked around for a place to change, trying to remember if she’d seen a bathroom on the way to Monique’s room. “Come on, put it on.” Brandy’s breath hitched in her throat. She didn’t even like changing in the locker rooms for gym class, but to undress in front of Monique was more than daunting. She briefly weighed the options of just trying to pull the dress on over her baggy sweatshirt and jeans, but she doubted Monique would let her get away with that. She settled for a half turn, compromising by not offering a full view of her front of back while she nervously pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She left her pants on while she tried to pull the dress over her head, practically swimming through the billowing fabric while she looked for the appropriate holes. “What are you doing?” she squealed when she felt the button on her jeans being undone. “Helping you, duh,” came Monique’s reply from beneath her. Still helplessly tangled in the dress, she was helpless to stop the other girl from pulling her pants down around her ankles. “Cute panties,” Monique commented. “Step out.” Brandy blushed like crazy under the dress while she obediently stepped out of her jeans. She could see the ceiling through the head hole, but she didn’t push through, afraid to come out beat red. And then suddenly the dress was being pulled back up off of her. Brandy found herself face to face with Monique, standing in the popular girl’s bedroom in just her underwear, her mouth agape in shock. “You we’re trying to put it on backwards,” Monique said, spinning it around. “Take off your bra too.” “What?” Brandy sputtered, reflexively crossing her arms across her chest. “You don’t have anything I have seen before.” Monique’s eyes flicked down to her own, better endowed chest. Gulping, Brandy hastened to take off her bra, determined to prove she didn’t need Monique’s help with that too. “You barely even need a bra,” the other girl said, eyeing Brandy’s perky breasts. Brandy quickly covered herself again. Monique laughed, but it wasn’t the malicious laugh she had been expecting. “That’s not a bad thing.” She cupped her own breasts. “My back hurts now lugging these things around. Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m forty.” “You think Tommy will like them?” she asked meekly, slowly lowering her hands. “You want to know a secret?” “What?” “Everyone likes tits. Big ones, small ones, perky ones, saggy ones. Some are better than others, and yours,” she reached out, palming Brandy’s boobs and giving them a slow, gentle squeeze. “Are great.” Brandy stifled a moan at the alien sensation of someone’s hands other than her own touching her breasts. It certainly wasn’t the way she imagined it, another girl, Monique no less, but it felt good, a shiver of pleasure pulsing through her. “Tha—thank you.” “You’re welcome, cutie.” Monique winked at her, and then lifted the dress again. Brandy lifted her arms, letting the other girl guide the dress over her head. She stood still, watching her reflection in the mirror while Monique laced up the back behind her. “What do you think?” Juvenile, childish, immature. She dared not voice her initial impression as she stared at her reflection. “You’re very cute,” Monique said, straitening out the big, floppy bow. “You think so?” the dolled up girl asked, her emotions see-sawing between being embarrassed and being flattered by what seemed like genuine praise from the girl she didn’t even realize she so desperately craved approval from. “I do.” Monique pulled Brandy’s hair from its ponytail and began brushing it. “What are you doing?” “Fixing your hair,” she said, gently brushing out the tangles in Brandy’s wavy brown hair. Brandy watched in the mirror. It was surprisingly soothing, having someone else brush her hair. The apprehension started to slowly melt away with each stroke, and she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. It was short, and as juvenile as the ruffled pink garment was, she realized she would actually have to be conscious of its short length. Monique seeing her panties had been mortifying, she definitely didn’t want to accidentally flash anyone else. “We’ll do your hair and make up, get you nice and cute for your date.” Brandy found herself nodding along. She hated doing her hair. No matter what she did with it, she couldn’t ever get it how she wished it would look, and the few times she borrowed her aunt’s straightener, it seemed like it was more effort than it was worth for the lackluster results. But Monique would make her look pretty for Tommy. “You did stuff like this for him, when you were dating?” she asked as Monique brought out her curling iron. “I did all kinds of things for him. I suppose I still am. But he’s worth it.” It occurred to Brandy again that Monique helping prep her for a date with her ex was probably more than a little awkward for her. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Nonsense,” Monique chided her. “We’re both much happier this way.” “Thank you, really, for your help.” “Oh sweetie, it’s nothing.” “I never imagined that Tommy would ever be interested in me, or that you’d be so nice to me.” “Awww, you’re too sweet.” Monique stepped back, admiring her handwork. Brandy turned her head from side to side, the tightly curled ringlets of hair bouncing in the pigtails Monique had tied her hair in, using bright pink ribbons that matched her dress. She looked more like a little girl than ever, but she had to admit she didn’t hate it. She imagined with a short pleated skirt and white blouse she could pull off the sexy schoolgirl look with her pigtails. “Do you like it?” Brandy nodded, the springy curls bouncing along with her. “I do, thank you.” “Now for your makeup.” Monique abruptly spun her around to face her, foundation brush already in hand. Brandy could no longer see what was being done to her in the mirror, instead forced to focus on the popular girl applying her makeup. Monique had her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, like an artist, while she worked with practiced ease. “Purse your lips for me,” she instructed, applying lipstick. “And… perfect.” Monique grabbed her shoulders and turned her back around to the mirror. A gasp escaped Brandy’s painted lips. She’d never figured out how to properly do her own makeup, and her few attempts had ended with her looking more like a clown than the sexy girl she wanted to emulate. Monique’s work was subtle, but effective, transforming her face. She hadn’t opted for the bold eyeliner and mascara choices Monique tended to go for on her own face, adding just a touch of foundation and blush to highlight her rosy cheeks and accent her natural freckles. “Wow.” “I know, right? You just needed me to take care of you.” Brandy nodded, still transfixed in her reflection. “You’re almost ready for your date.” The newly transformed girl looked at her questioningly. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Close your eyes.” Brandy obediently shut her eyes, listening intently to the Monique moving around over the sound of her own excited breathing. “Wha—what are you doing?!” she cried out as she felt Monique’s soft fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear. “As cute as your little panties are, these won’t do.” Brandy opened her eyes to look down and see Monique crouched between her legs, her hands under her short dress. “Did I tell you that you could open your eyes yet?” “No,” she answered sheepishly, shutting her eyes again, her hands fidgeting nervously by her sides while Monique resumed, her long, beautifully done nails grazing lightly along her thighs. She didn’t wait to be told this time, lifting first her left and then her right leg to step out of her panties. The girl could feel the hem of her dress on her thighs, but she knew it wasn’t long enough to protect her modesty from where Monique was. She waited for the instruction to lift her legs again, but it didn’t come. Instead she felt Monique hands between her thighs, spreading her legs. “What are you doing?” “Giving you your surprise,” Monique answered. “Be a good girl and keep your legs spread for me.” Something soft and smooth ran along the inside of her thighs. Brandy fought the urge to open her eyes and close her legs, her breath quickening. Monique pulled the thing all the way up, covering both her butt and pubis. It was wrapped snugly around her waist. “Can I open my eyes now?” She couldn’t help herself, peaking for just a second, catching a glimpse of the top of Monique’s head in front of her, but she couldn’t see what the other girl had done to her. “Almost,” Monique purred. Brandy waited, her heart racing. “You may open them.” Brandy’s eyes snapped opened. Monique was right in front of her, her face just inches from her own, a satisfied smile on her face. Brandy took a flatering step back and hiked up her short dress, looking down. “Is that— did you put me in a—” Monique had stepped back, her phone in her hands. Brandy yanked her dress back down, but she knew it was too late, the click of the shutter having already sounded. “What did you do?!” Brandy blurted, a thousand nightmares coming to reality in her mind. “I helped you get dressed for your big date, baby girl,” Monique said, still taking pictures of the furiously blushing girl in the childish pink dress before her, even stooping low to make sure she got that flash of white barely concealed under her dress. “You’re just so cute, I had to take pictures.” “Please, you can’t post those! I’ll—” Monique’s grin said it all. She’d what? Tells everyone the most popular girl had dressed her up like a little girl and put her in a diaper? She could lie, try and tell them she was forced, but that was almost as bad. She could try and say they were fake, but who would everyone believe, her, or Monique? They’d believe anything Monique told them. Just like she’d believed Monique genuinely wanted to help her, wanted to be her friend. Her face got hot, and her fists clenched by her sides. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. If she tried to speak, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop. “Awww, don’t cry, baby Brandy.” That’s what everyone would call her. She could hear it, ringing through the halls of school. “What’s the matter?” Monique cooed. She put her arm around Brandy’s quivering shoulder, holding her close. “Whu— why?” Brandy choked out, just barely managing to hold back the tears. “Because you needed my help.” Brandy tried to squirm away, but Monique held her tighter, getting right in her face again, driving home the couple inches of height she had over the smaller girl. “You’re just so cute, I couldn’t help myself. And you’re even more adorable now, in your pretty little dress and your pigtails and your diaper.” She reached between Brandy’s legs, grabbing a big handful of the crinkly padding and squeezing. Brandy whimpered. She could feel the alien sensation against her pussy. “I can’t wear this.” “Of course you can. You’ll look so precious on your date.” Brandy’s eyes widened. Tommy couldn’t see her like this! “No, please Monique! Let me change!” “Do you need your diapered changed so soon?” Monique teased, tugging on the front of the mortified girl’s diaper. “What! No! Please Monique, just give me back my panties. Tommy can’t see me wearing—” she couldn’t bring herself to say it. “This.” “If you’re a good girl and behave yourself, he won’t have to,” Monique straightened out her dress, hiding the diaper from view. “The only reason he should see what’s under your dress is if you’re doing something naughty. And you’re much too little to do anything like that, aren’t you?” She grabbed Brandy’s chin and forced the girl to bob her head. “That’s right. But just to be sure you don’t try anything,” she pulled something out of her drawer, holding it up. It was a big, clear plastic pair of panties, but Brandy could see threaded around the waist and leg holes was a length of fine chain, with three little heart shaped locks. “Please, you don’t need that,” Brandy whined. “I know I don’t, but you do.” She knelt, holding out the locking panties. “Come on baby girl, step in.” Brandy kept her feet firmly planted on the floor, fighting the urge to cry again. She’d been so stupid, naive to think Monique’s intentions were altruistic. “I’d rather keep this our little secret, I’d hate to have to post those adorable pictures I have of you.” Sniffling, Brandy lifted one leg, and the other. Only a few short minutes ago, she’d had her eyes closed, hoping she’d be stepping into some sexy lingerie. Now she felt the small chain links surrounded by plastic gliding up her legs. The diaper crinkled noisily as Monique pulled the plastic panties up, and she felt it tighten snugly around her waist. Click Click Click “There we go.” Monique dangled a small silver key on a black cord in front of the diapered girl, before draping it around her neck, the key resting between her boobs. “Now I can trust that you’ll be a good girl and don’t get up to any naughty business with Tommy.” Brandy whimpered. “I can’t—” “Shhhh,” Monique put a finger to Brandy’s lips. “You don’t want to stand him up, do you?” “No,” she mumbled softly around Monique’s finger. “No, you don’t. You’re going to go on your little date, and when you’re done, you’ll come right back here so I can change your diaper.” Brandy’s eyes widened, realizing the implications of being locked in the diaper. “I’ve got to go home though!” she protested. “And if Tommy asked you to go home with him tonight, you’re telling me you didn’t have an excuse lined up?” “I—” she started, but there was no point in refuting it. “That’s what I thought.” “I’m sorry!” she blurted. “I won’t go out with him. I had no idea you still liked him, but I should have. It’s wrong of me to go out with him.” Monique surprised her by hugging her. “Is that what you’re worried about? Silly little girl.” Monique patted her head. “I’m not upset you’re going out with him.” “Then why?” Monique stood back, holding Brandy firmly by the shoulders. “Because you look so cute like this. Because I could. You made it so easy. But mostly just because I wanted to.” Brandy gulped, speechless. She’d offered no resistance, walking willingly into this goddess’s lair and letting her dress her up. “My my, look at the time. We don’t want you to be late for your date.” Brandy had no idea what time it was, she couldn’t see a clock. She looked at her purse, where her phone was, lying on Monique’s bed where she had left it. So close, but still out of her reach as Monique spun her around and guided her towards the door. Her thighs rubbed against the thick diaper as she walked, the bulky garment forcing her to waddle slightly, a distinctive crinkle coming from under her short dress. “I need my purse. My keys—” she tried to protest, but Monique already had her out the door, heading downstairs. “I’ll drop you off. You don’t worry about a thing, I’ll make sure you get to your date safely.” She glanced longingly at her beat up, old car, her means of escape, as Monique lead her to her own, flashy, brand new sports car. Brandy offered no resistance as Monique opened the back door for her and gestured to the middle seat. Monique even buckled her in, Brandy herself too busy discovering that the raised partition in the floor left her with little choice but to keep her legs spread, and no matter how much she tried to push the ruffled layers of her dress down, hiding her diaper was impossible. “Are you ready?” Monique asked, catching her eye in the rear view mirror. Brandy couldn’t meet her gaze, looking down at her dress. She’d been so stupid. When she looked back up, Monique had angled the mirror downward, and she realized the other girl was looking at her diaper. Brandy blushed deeper and pushed her dress down, holding it there the entire drive. Monique talked at her the whole way, telling her how cute she looked, how much Tommy would enjoy her new look, how much fun she would have. Her words washed over Brandy while the impending sense of dread grew in the pit of the stomach. “We’re here.” Brandy looked up, startled. They were parked outside the restaurant. Part of her wanted to undo her seatbelt herself and cling to that one little shred of dignity, but she wasn’t ready, her hand frozen on the buckle until Monique was leaning into the back seat, brushing aside her limp hand and unbuckling the seatbelt for her. “Remember,” Monique reached under her dress, squeezing the padded crotch of the diaper. “Be a good girl.” “Don’t make me do this,” Brandy whispered. “Silly girl,” Monique chided, adjusting one of her ponytails. “I’m not making you do this. You wanted this.” “Not like this!” “Nonsense.” Monique grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the car. Brandy squeaked in surprise as the domineering girl gave her a slap on her diapered butt, ushering her towards the restaurant. “Have fun. I’ll see you tonight!” Brandy forced her legs to move, taking one step at a time as she walked up to the front door. She could feel Monique watching her from her car. It felt like everyone was staring at her. The bell tinkled above the door. It was a nice restaurant, not too fancy. She’d never been before, but when Tommy had suggested it, she’d immediately thought of it as the perfect place for a first date. The cozy atmosphere she’d imagined from looking inside the windows, now felt cramped, offering her no place to hide as it seemed like everyone glanced up at the jingling bell alerting them to her entrance. “Hi!” the hostess greeted her. Brandy recognized her immediately. She’d been a senior when she was just a freshman, Sarah, and she hoped the older girl didn’t recognize her. “How can I help you?” “I’m, um, meeting someone.” She still had no idea what time it was. Tommy was supposed to meet her at seven. A quick glance around the restaurant revealed he wasn’t already there. She was early, but how early? Maybe she wasn’t. Maybe he’d stood her up. Even as much as she dreaded him seeing her like this, that thought that she might be tricked twice filled her with even more panic. “Table for two?” Sarah asked. She could just leave. Turn around, walk out the door. She could walk home from here, even if it took her all night. She could transfer schools, spend the last two months of her senior year at another school, and never see Monique or Tommy or any of her classmates ever again. Brandy nodded. “Right this way.” Brandy followed her to a table near the middle of the restaurant. She might as well be on display. Carefully keeping her dress down, she slid into the seat, taking the offered menu. “Can I start you with a drink while you wait?” Sarah asked. “Uh, Sprite please?” “Of course, sweetie. I’ll be right back.” Brandy started fidgeted in the chair. A man at the table next to her glanced over at her. She froze, suddenly very away of the rustling noise coming from under her dress. He couldn’t have possibly heard, but she gripped the sides of her chair with clammy hands, determined to stay still. She gratefully accepted the drink when it was brought to her. “Do you have the time, by any chance?” Sarah eased her phone out of her tight jean shorts and glanced at it. “6:52.” “Thank you.” The paper wrapper for her straw trembled in her shaking hands as she removed it. “First date?” Sarah asked. “Uh, yes,” she stammered. “Well you’ve nothing to be nervous about, you look super cute.” There was no way the older girl recognized her. She was talking to her like she was a middle schooler, not a high school senior. “Thank you,” Brandy said meekly. She guided the straw to her lips, but then hesitated. She’d hoped the bubbles would help calm her nerves, but she remembered that she wouldn’t be able to go to the bathroom. Sighing, she pushed the drink away from her. The bell tinkled again. Brandy’s heart skipped a beat. There he was. The hottest guy in school, the captain of the basketball team. He was smart too, and kind, and very tall and handsome. And he’d asked her out. Of all the girls at their school, he’d wanted to go out with her, Brandy Faraday. And there she was, dressed like a toddler on Easter Sunday, with the diaper to match. Even as her heart swooned for her crush, she wanted to die. “Brandy!” he waved, coming right for her. She gripped the chair tighter so as not to forget herself and get up to greet him. “Hey Tommy!” “Wow, you look stunning.” He started to open his arms, as though going in for a hug. She almost leapt to her feet. It would be worth it, to embrace him, to feel his strong arms around her, to smell him. But when she didn’t get up, he grabbed the chair across the table from her and sat down. “Thank you,” she said, blushing. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.” She shook her head. “I’ve only been here a few minutes,” she answered politely, but in her mind she was replaying his previous sentence over and over in her head. “You look stunning.” Maybe he really did like the look Monique had picked for her. Up until his ex had taped and locked her into a diaper, she’d thought she looked quite cute. If she could keep him from finding out about that part, there was still hope for her date. “Have you eaten here before?” “No,” she shook her head. “But I’ve heard good things.” “Oh, it’s fantastic, you have to try their chicken Parmesan.” “I think I will.” Her heart fluttered when he ordered her food for her. She’d always wanted a guy to order for her. Something about it she just found so attractive. From that moment she was entranced by him, allowing herself to relax, even forgetting, momentarily, that under her dress she was trapped in a diaper. She was on her first date, not just her first date with certified dream boat Tommy Crestmoore, but her first date with a boy ever, and it was magical. It wasn’t until she felt that telltale twinge in her bladder that the spell was broken. She stared at the empty glass in her hand with a look of horror. “Do you need a refill?” Before even waiting for a response he had flagged the waitress down. “Hey, could we get refills?” “I’ll be right back,” she blurted, standing up so fast she knocked her chair over. It toppled to the floor with a deafening crash. Brandy stood frozen over it, everyone in the restaurant staring at her. Her heart racing, she began to slowly crouch, reaching tentatively down for the leg of the chair, not bending over in the slightest. “I’ll get it.” Ever the gentleman, Tommy rushed to her aid. She watched in slow motion as he kneeled next to her to pick up the fallen chair, his face inches from her dress and the secret it was barely hiding. He’d sneak a peak. He was an eighteen-year-old boy, out on a date that had been going quite well, of course he would chance a glimpse up his date’s skirt. He wouldn’t even have to try, it was right there! He wouldn’t be able to help but see it! Adrenaline coursed through Brandy’s veins as she prepared to run. Changing schools wouldn’t be enough; she’d have to move out of state to escape the shame. “There you go,” Tommy said, standing back up, righting the chair. “Excuse me!” Brandy pushed by him, holding her dress down with both hands while she power walked to the bathroom. She dashed into the stall and slammed the door shut. “Stupid stupid stupid!” she hissed through clenched teeth. She was shaking. “It’s not your fault. Fucking Monique,” she reminded herself. With trembling fingers she lifted her dress up, for the first time really examining the diaper and locking plastic panties her date’s ex had put her in. The diaper was pure white, save for four blue tapes that held the bulky thing on her. Tentatively, she tried to grab at one of the tapes through the plastic barrier protecting them, but she couldn’t get her nails under it. Hiking her dress high, she tugged at the waistband. The chain had left a deep, red impression on her belly, and even if she hadn’t just had a full meal, no amount of sucking in was going to get the thing down passed her hips. Brandy tested the strength of the plastic itself. Perhaps if she ripped it, she could get the diaper off and empty her bladder, and worry about Monique’s repercussions later. But then she’d have to go back out there with nothing but a shredded pair of clear plastic panties on under her dress. Not that it mattered. Maybe with scissors or a knife she could have gotten through the durable plastic, but with just her fingers in a bathroom stall, she was stuck in them. Brandy sunk onto the toilet seat. Holding it wasn’t an option, as much as she loathed the idea of the alternative. She’d always had a small bladder, and if she didn’t go now, she’d be hopping and dancing around while she was with Tommy. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine she wasn’t wearing a diaper. She even stood back up and pantomimed pulling her panties down before sitting back down, hoping to trick her brain. But even as her bladder ached for release, her brain refused to let her pee in a diaper. “Come on come on come on,” she whispered, conscious of how long she’d been in the bathroom, and what conclusions Tommy’s mind might be jumping to. Surely not what she was actually doing, trying desperately to wet a diaper at eighteen years of age. And then it started. A tiny spurt of pee escaped. The moment it hit the diaper, the thirsty padded growing warm and wet and pressing against her, she tried to stop, to clench down, but it was too late. The floodgates had opened. Brandy wet her diaper. She didn’t have the luxury of processing what just happened. She didn’t have time to try and get used to it. She couldn’t afford to cry like she wanted to. She flushed, out of habit, and got up. Her diaper was doubly impossible to ignore now, forcing her to waddle, each step the warm, wet, swollen padding rubbing against her as she made her way to the sink and washed her hands. She eyes were wet but she hadn’t cried. She’d have no way of touching up her makeup if she did. Taking a deep breath, she walked back out into the restaurant. “Hey, would you like dessert?” Tommy asked as she returned to the table. “No thank you.” She looked at her chair. She didn’t even want to sit back down. “I actually should get going, I didn’t realize how late it was.” “Oh, of course. Let me get the check.” She hated having to bail, and she couldn’t even offer to split the bill since she didn’t have her purse. “Thank you.” “Is everything alright?” “Yes, everything— tonight was wonderful. I had a really good time. I wish I didn’t have to go so soon.” It wasn’t a total lie. He dropped some money on the table. “Do you need a ride home?” “No, thank you. I can walk from here.” “What? No, I’ll give you a ride.” “No, it’s fine.” “Where do you live?” “Not that far…” she lied. It was probably close to five miles, not that she was going home. She was waddling back to Monique’s, which was at least within reasonable walking distance. “I can’t let you do that? What if something happened to you? Let me give you a ride.” “Tommy—” He put his hand on her shoulder. “I insist.” She couldn’t say no to him. “Thank you.” She’d let him take her home, and figure out how to get back to Monique’s later. Like Monique, he opened her car door for her, but she got to sit in the front this time. Brandy carefully climbed in, feeling her wet diaper squish beneath her. She stared out the window while he drove, the comfortable rapport they had in the restaurant replaced by awkward silence. It had been going so well, she’d almost made it work in spite of Monique’s interference, but she was blowing it. “Hey!” Brandy sat bolt upright. “You missed the turn.” “I’m taking a detour,” he said calmly, turning to flash her a smile. “I do really need to get home.” “You can be out a little later.” He flashed his turn signal and took another left, guiding his car onto the twisty, winding road. Brandy knew where that road led. All the kids knew, whether they’d been there or not, and she’d dreamed of coming here with him. In the dark she’d missed the name on the street sign, but it didn’t matter, everyone called it make out point, the road offering a scenic view of the quarry and starry sky, a place to park and do quite a bit more than make out, if the stories everyone gossiped about in the locker rooms were true. She just had to tell him no. He was a nice guy, he’d understand. But the fact that he still wanted to take her there meant she hadn’t blown her chances with him yet. She sat, paralyzed with indecision, while he drove her up the steep, windy roads, slowing to a crawl as the trees cleared, and the car rolled to the edge of a cliff. He put the car in park and turned the engine off. “Tommy, maybe we can come back another—” “Shhhh,” he put his finger to her lips, unbuckling his seat belt and turning his body to face hers. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” It was. It really was. Just not like this. Not in a wet diaper. “You’re very cute.” She felt him unbuckle her own seat belt. One less barrier between them. “I’ve noticed you for awhile.” How long was awhile? Was that why Monique was doing this? Had she noticed her boyfriend checking out the shy, mousey girl? His hand was on her thigh, his face inches from hers. His cologne was intoxicated, and she found herself leaning in. “No, not tonight.” She caught herself, sitting back. “I’m sorry, I want to, I really do.” “I know you do.” His hand was sliding up her thigh. He put his other hand on her shoulder, reaching up, his fingers tracing along her neck before cupping her chin. She wanted him to kiss her, his lips on hers. “I do, I just, I can’t! Not tonight!” “What’s the matter?” His hand drifted higher, his fingers disappearing under the hem of her dress. His touch felt so good, and a carnal part of her wanted him to keep going, even though she knew she couldn’t let him. She grabbed his wrist. “Are you wet?” She froze, her fingers wrapped around his wrist. He hadn’t meant it like that, she told herself. He couldn’t have. Either way, the answer was yes, but she couldn’t let him find out. “No.” Her voice was husky, and she pulled on his wrist, but he didn’t budge. “You don’t sound so sure. Daddy’s going to check for you.” He was stronger than her, his hand traveling inexorably up her thigh. She could feel the pressure of his fingers pressing against her diaper, the wet padding rubbing against her hypersensitive sex. She moaned in spite of herself. “What’s this?” he asked, his voice low. “Your diaper is very wet.” He knew! He knew she was wearing a diaper, and he knew she had wet it. Panicked, Brandy scrambled blindly for the door handle behind her. The interior lights lit up as the door opened, and she fell backwards onto the ground in her haste to exit, her dress flipping up in the tumble, her diaper on full display. It was over. The tears that had been threatening to fall all night finally burst free. Crying, Brandy climbed to her feet and turned to run, it didn’t matter where. Headlights flashed on in front of her, blinding her. She couldn’t stop running, putting her hands up to shield her eyes from the blinding light, and she ran smack into the front of the car that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Brandy sprawled onto the hood of the car. She’d just managed to push herself back up when strong arms grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her side. “Settle down, baby girl,” Tommy whispered in her ear. He lifted her up off the ground, her legs running in air as she still tried to bolt. “Let go of me!” She squirmed and thrashed, her body still in flight mode. The door opened of the parked car she’d run into, a figure stepping out into the night. Brandy stopped struggling, hanging limp in Tommy’s arms. The figure came into shape, sauntering alongside the car until she stepped into the light. “How was your date, baby girl?” Monique asked. She was wearing a sleek, skintight black dress that hugged her curves. She strutted over on four-inch heels that let her look down upon the diapered girl even as Brandy was held aloft. “What are you doing here?” Brandy asked, giving another halfhearted squirm. “Checking on my little project.” She grabbed the front of Brandy’s wet diaper, squeezing. “And I wanted to meet my boyfriend at make out point.” Brandy’s eyes widened. Suddenly she was squished between them as Monique leaned up, her cheek pressed against Brandy’s as she and Tommy kissed. “Wha— but you two— what?” Brandy stammered. “Oh, you silly baby, you thought we’d broken up?” Monica teased. “But— you did! Everyone knew!” “We did have a little rough patch,” Tommy said, bouncing her in his arms. “We thought we wanted different things,” she said forlornly. “I wanted a little girl,” he added. “And this,” Monique gestured up and down at Brandy’s attire, “isn’t really me. But it turns out we wanted the same thing.” “You were just so cute.” “With your adorable little crush on my man. You were perfect.” Brandy kicked out, her foot connecting with Monique’s hip. “You can’t do this to me!” Tommy yanked her back before setting her back on her feet. Brandy scarcely had time to react before he’s scooped her back up, this time hooking one arm under her the backs of her knees and cradling her in his arms, making her even more helpless, and now, he could look into her eyes when he told her, “We already have.” Monique rubbed her hip, a momentary grimace of pain flashing across her features before her smug smile returned. “It was so easy to get you all dolled up. All I had to tell you is that was what daddy wanted, and you were more than happy to let me dress you. You didn’t even put up a fight when I put you in a diaper.” As she said it, Tommy grabbed Brandy’s butt, squeezing the wet padding. Brandy squirmed, whining and grunting as she tried to break free from his grip. “You’re a little fussy now, but that’s to be expected. It’s late and it’s way past your bedtime.” “Please, just let me go!” she pleaded. They ignored her. “I have just the thing,” Monique said, drawing something from her purse. “Fussy baby girls need their binkies.” A large, pink pacifier dangled from her manicured nails, with two clear plastic straps attached to the sides. A heart shaped lock, just like the ones on her plastic panties, adorned one strap. “No! Please! Donmmphh!” Tommy held her head still while his girlfriend pushed the oversized nipple into the protesting girl’s mouth, turning her pleas into baby talk. “That’s much better.” With a click, the pacifier gag was locked in place. “And don’t you just look adorable, sucking on your paci. I know you wanted to be sucking on something else tonight, but you’re much too little for that,” Monique teased. “That’s for mommy,” Tommy flashed a smile at Monique. She licked her lips. “Let’s get her secured, first.” Brandy struggled with renewed vigor when Tommy started carrying her towards Monique’s car. She balked when Monique opened the back door, revealing the recent addition. An oversized car seat was waiting for her, strapped into the middle seat. Her hesitation lasted only a few second, until Tommy started putting her in the backseat and Monique opened the other side, ready to help secure her. Brandy went into frenzy, kicking and scratching, screaming into the pacifier. Monique grabbed her feet after Brandy managed to kick her again, ripping her shoes off. “I know, you’re grumpy,” Monique chided, downplaying her desperate attempts to escape to a tired baby throwing a tantrum. “You’ll be much more comfortable once we get you strapped into your car seat,” Tommy said, forcing her diapered butt into the elevated contraption. It was big for a car seat, probably designed for a large child, and the high schooler barely fit. Brandy grabbed the front seats and heaved herself forward, trying to crawl away. “You know you’re too little to ride in the front seat,” he said, grabbing her waist and yanking her back, slamming her into the seat. This time, Monique was ready, strapping the harness in place, one belt over each shoulder, one on either side of her waist, and the finishing touch, one pulled up between her legs, pressing into her wet diaper. Brandy immediately tried to undo it, but Tommy grabbed her wrists, holding her hands. “Do you have her mittens?” “Of course.” Monique reached into the front seat and pulled out a pair of pink, thumbless mittens. “Nnnnpphh! Dmmpph!” Brandy screamed, drool spilling down her chin under her pacifier. It was too late. She’d fought for all she was worth, but there were two of them, both of them bigger and stronger than the helpless girl, already caught off guard, shocked, humiliated, and betrayed. Monique got her right hand secured, and then the left. Tommy let go of her wrists, and Brandy immediately reached for the buckle on the five-point harness. Her fingers couldn’t grip the childproof latch through the thick, stiff padding of the mittens. She uttered a guttural scream of frustration into her pacifier. “MMMMMPPPHH!!” “Phew,” Monique brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face. Tommy smiled at her from the other side of the car. “Baby’s aren’t always easy.” “No, they’re not. But this one isn’t too difficult.” Her eyes flicked to the still struggling Brandy. “It’s worth it though.” “Absolutely. She was a good choice.” “Watching you with her, you really earn the title ‘Daddy’.” “You’re the one who got her all dressed and diapered for me, “Mommy’.” Brandy’s head whipped back and forth between the two of them while she still fought a losing battle with the simple clasp that kept her helpless and trapped in the car seat. They each glanced at her, with that same on their faces, before they stood up out of the back seat and shut the doors, and climbed into the front. “I want you now.” “Should we, in front of her?” “She’ll be fine. Here, I have something to distract her.” Monique fished in her purse, pulling out a small vibrator. “I know this is a lot, all at once, but trust me, you’re going to enjoy being our helpless little diapered baby girl.” “We’ll make sure you do,” Tommy said, taking the vibrator from Monique and turned it on. Brandy watched, her eyes as wide as saucers, watching it get closer and closer. She could have closed her legs. She could have tried to bat it away with her mittened hands. But she didn’t, watching it get closer and closer until Tommy pressed it against the strap running between her legs. She could feel the vibrations immediately, buzzing through the wet padding. “See, doesn’t that feel good through your diaper?” Monique asked, snapping her out of her trance. Brandy shook her head, and immediately closed her legs and slammed her hands down, pushing the vibrator away. “You’re still being fussy,” Tommy said, easily pushing past her useless hands, and easing the vibrator under the strap, pinning it to the front of her diaper, right over her clit. In spite of herself, Brandy moaned into her pacifier. “Now, where were we?” Monique climbed across the seats into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Well we’re at make out point. The baby is playing with her toy in the back seat. And I’m finding you the most attractive you’ve ever been right now.” “You’ve never been sexier,” Tommy said, kissing her. From her car seat in the back, Brandy watched. It should have been her, making out with Tommy. She kept pawing at her crotch, her eyes riveted to the couple in the front seat, until her genuine attempts to remove the device buzzing away at her padded pussy turned into attempts to push the vibrator harder against her needy clit. Even as engaged in each other’s bodies as they were, they made sure she didn’t feel forgotten. “If you’re a good girl, maybe you can suck on daddy’s special bottle one day too.” She sucked harder on her pacifier, imagining it was Tommy’s cock in her mouth while she watched Monique take him in her mouth. “Would you like to nurse on Mommy’s titties?” Monique asked as Tommy ripped her dress off, licking her full, ample breasts. Their clothes joined Brandy in the backseat, piece by piece, Tommy’s boxers landing at her feet, and Monique’s panties landing on her head, dangling from one of her ponytails. Brandy pushed both hands down between her legs as hard as she could, increasing the sensations as she watching Monique climb on top of Tommy, his dick sliding into her. The car horn blared as her back slammed into the steering wheel, drowning out Brandy’s muffled cries as she came in her diaper.

Rectum! Hell, had it gone off it would have killed him, not just rectum! (wrecked him for those who don't get it)

Saturday and Sunday I’m not sure how long I held out, but I don’t think it was very long. I drifted off to sleep and the next thing I remember was my mom waking me up. She cheerily said, “Good morning, how did you sleep?” I never understood why people asked that. Because I always slept well. I was one of those kids who zonked out once my head hit the pillow. My mom used to say I could sleep through a freight train. I answered, “Pretty good.” She dropped the rail and put her hand on my diaper. “Are you wet?” I shrugged my shoulders. I was still too groggy to think and couldn’t remember much about the night. “I don’t know.” Mom felt the diaper and said, “It is wet. I guess that’s why you’re wearing a diaper.” Right away I noticed the difference in tone from the previous morning. Mom tried not to get upset at me when I wet the bed, but I could tell she was disappointed when I was wet on Friday morning. I was wet again, but this time I was in a diaper and mom didn’t seem remotely disappointed. She said, “Let’s have breakfast, and then we’ll take care of that diaper.” This was the same routine that we had when I was younger. If my diaper was dry mom would take it off and let me get dressed and then get breakfast. But if I was wet, I would eat breakfast first in the wet diaper. And since I was wearing a diaper, I would sit in a highchair. I was hoping to avoid that, and asked “Can’t I change first?” “That’s not how it works. I’ll change you after breakfast.” I didn’t want to push this much further and risk a serious punishment, so I replied with a muffled, “Fine.” For a twelve-year-old boy wearing a diaper, it was a pretty good impression of a teenager’s sulk. Mom ignored my sulk and walked with me to the kitchen. I suspect if I was a tad bit smaller, mom may have opted to carry me, but even my slender sixty pounds was a little difficult to carry. Dad was making waffles, which I always enjoyed, but I also realized why there were two highchairs on the table. “Do I have to sit there?” I begged. It was directed at mom, but I was hoping my dad might come to my defense. Mom didn’t bite. She just replied, “Until this stops, yes.” I reluctantly got in my highchair. Mom cut mine and Bianca’s waffles into bite sized pieces and placed it on the tray. As much as I hated the humiliation, this was the norm in our family. Emily knew better than to snicker, and it was not that long ago that she had been subjected to the same treatment. I don’t know if Bianca realized it wasn’t normal. My dad might have been an ally, but he never seemed to interfere. My dad unfortunately passed away a few years after I finished college, and I never knew how he felt about all of this. He did admit that he had wet the bed when he was a kid, and he was punished severely by his parents for it. His dad, my grandpa, apparently used to whip him for wetting the bed, and then would make him run laps around the block. His mom would berate him and call him names when he wet. I never really got to know my dad’s parents. I met my grandmother when I was seven and remembered that I didn’t like her, she was a mean lady. Fortunately, my dad was not a bad man. My mom was clearly the dominant force in the marriage and was the main breadwinner. But I always enjoyed doing things like camping, fishing, and building things with my dad. He did all the daddy/daughter dances and just adored his kids. Dad taught me how to ride a motorcycle and after high school we went on a road trip together. But he never interfered with my mom on the toileting issues. Mom was almost always around to change diapers, and I don’t recall my dad ever taking part. He certainly wasn’t going to take part when I was nearly a teenager. I finished my breakfast and mom let us down from the highchair. She first changed Bianca and then me. She gave me a slight leg massage, kissed me on the forehead, and sent me to my room to dress for my day. My big kid status was restored for the next ten hours. I’m not sure what happened, but I remember it felt just like it did right before I peed in the toilet. My bladder muscles just seemed to do the opposite of what it would typically do, and I felt the pee drip into my underpants. I froze and realized what I had just done. I peed my pants! I hadn’t peed my pants since I was nine. I looked down at my shorts, and there wasn’t much evidence so far. I could see the outline of a spreading damp spot and knew that ignoring this very long would only make it spread further. I wondered how mom would react if she knew. I didn’t think I would go directly back to diapers, but it would put me on the watch list. I went to my bedroom, being careful to avoid my parents, and changed my pants- hiding the old pair in the bottom of the laundry basket. As far as I knew, I had gotten away with it. Saturday night was the same as Friday, but I was used to the routine. I ate another breakfast in the highchair and was back to being a typical twelve-year-old boy by 9 o’clock Sunday morning. I was working on my fort in the back yard and felt the same feeling again. However, I was engrossed in my project, and didn’t want the disruption. I felt a little bit of pee come out, but when I tried to stop the stream more came out. Enough that a puddle formed, and Emily noticed. I looked at Emily and said, “Don’t tell mom.” Mom heard that and asked, “Don’t tell mom what?” I stammered and mom noticed my wet pants. Mom replied, “Don’t tell me you wet yourself.” She was clearly disappointed and tried not to let on how upset she was. “All right, when did this happen?” I looked confused and answered, “I don’t know.” Mom replied, “What, you don’t know when you wet yourself.” She grabbed my hand and began to pull me inside. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Inside to get some nappies.” “What? Please, I don’t need diapers.” I was beginning to cry. Mom stopped and looked me firmly in the eye. “Look, you just told me you don’t know when you wet yourself, and don’t think I don’t know about your accident yesterday. If you don’t know when you pee yourself, you need to go back to nappies. We aren’t dealing with this right now.” “It happened outside. I was in my fort.” Mom replied, “Ok, show me.” We went to my fort and mom saw the small puddle. “Why did you wet yourself?” At some point you can’t think of a logical lie, so only the truth would work. “I was working on the wall and needed to pee. I thought I could hold it, but then it just came out.” Mom said, “Ok, let’s practice. Say to Emily, ‘Excuse me, I have to go to the potty.’” “Mom!” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not kidding, say it!” Her tone was calm, but firm. “Excuse me, I need to use the potty.” Mom looked at Emily and said, “Honey, can you stay here, Brian needs to practice getting to the potty.” We walked to the toilet and mom said, “Now sit on the potty.” I whined, “But I don’t need to go now.” Mom was getting upset but didn’t make a threat. “You need to practice sitting on the potty.” I sat on the toilet and simulated peeing in the toilet. “Pull up your pants and wash your hands.” I did that, and mom said, “Do you know what to do you now?” I nodded, and mom replied, “Good, now do it again.” This used to happen when I was in kindergarten and mom was trying to potty train me. This time I went back and forth between my sister and mother and repeated it four more times. Finally, mom was satisfied that I had learned my lesson and told me to clean up and get new pants. She warned me “Please don’t hide accidents from me in the future.”

I guess he is lucky it didn't go off because he would have had explosive diarrhea.

I've been wanting to babify/sissify my computer for a long while now, but it's been incredibly difficult finding cute but classy desktop wallpapers. I guess the market for them isn't too big, which is a shame. I prefer colorful pastels, subtle and not over the top designs, with zero writing, and am a big fan of vector art. I'll go ahead and post some examples of some really well done ones, but hopefully you babies have more to share too! I also have plenty more like these and can post more, if anybaby would like. Let me know what you think!

Opps... Sorry wrong post Try again later LOL

WHOOPS!! TOTAL TYPO. lol I meant UNPOTTY training. Lol and VERY fortunate!!! Lol

The destination is South Carolina. It's about a 14 hour drive, plus border shenanigans. The flight would be a breeze, well, other than the aforementioned shenanigans. It's probably about 2 hours. I've done two weeks in Europe, and a week away on a business trip, wearing diapers, but in both cases, I was in the driver's seat - in Europe, I booked the hotel rooms, so we got suites or apartments, and my wife and I always had our own room, and I had the ability to walk or drive to a shopping area, and acquire more nappies as required. On the business trips, I always have my own room, and often also a car, so again, it's not very complicated. The issue here is that one of my buddies works for a major hotel chain, so he gets ridiculous deals on rooms, thus, he's the one pulling the strings on the arrangements. I could insist on my own space, but I'd be pushing him to use another of his cheap bookings (he gets allocated a certain number per year), and it would still mean that I'm making another of the guys pay for his own room, rather than splitting it. It's a 6 day trip, two of the days lost to travel, so really a 4 day trip. I could check a bag and bring enough diapers with me to get through it. 12 would be walking the tightrope of insanity, and 15 or 18 would be a safe number. It's the logistics I worried about, pulling the tabs open in a washroom that is right off the communal space, coming out with what looks like maybe a deceased duck, folded into a bag, then ridding myself of it without committing aggravated littering by hurtling it over a fence from the balcony or something. Plus slipping into the bathroom with a diaper folded into my shirt or whatever. I'm probably building it into more than it will end up being. Worst case scenario, one or some of my best friends become aware that apparently I'm falling apart in the plumbing department. If I'm going to wear diapers for the next 40 years, I am probably going to have to face that sooner or later. But I was hoping for later. Much, much later. Had a less-frequent but still dreaded early morning "Emergency!!!" wakeup call this morning - somehow my youngest knocked the Christmas tree over less than 24 hours after we put it up. It disgorged water all over the place and had her panicked. I, of course, was sleeping in just a diaper, but thankfully had not kicked the covers off, as sometimes happens. She came running in and shook me awake, and once I had processed what was going on, I said, okay, go run downstairs with some towels and I'll be there in a second. She was waiting for me to come follow her, so I had to say again that she should go, before she finally left the room, albeit leaving the door open on the way out. I cautiously climbed out of bed in just a white Megamax, pulled on my "crash kit" loose athletic pants, and went over to close the door. The fact that she was wearing a pull-up did nothing to ease my discomfort regarding either of them ever seeing me clad thusly. Knowing is different from seeing - and some things, once seen, can never be unseen. Therapy is expensive. But as far as I know, they don't know anything. There has been one instance of one of them (my youngest again) finding a diaper in a bathroom dustbin, early on in my "career", and, hilariously, assuming it was my wife's. And, granted, there are about 8 giant boxes of diapers in the far corner of the farthest room in the basement, if anyone ever decided to go exploring. However, the basement is the purview of the staff - guests at this resort do not tend to go down there. But I think I have kept this off the radar for the most part, and that's what I intend to keep doing, and I know that's what my wife wants, as well - she flirted a couple of times early on with drawing attention to my puffy lower half with people around, but never around the kids. Much like with my buddies, I hope to have this conversation 20 years from now, or, even better, not at all.

Hello dear ? I am delighted to see you here again! ? Obviously you are newly motivated, that makes me happy! I am a big fan of yours! And with that, I would like to say "welcome back" I'm sure, I'll enjoy it again very much, what you will serve us! ? Because I know you are a great cook, most of your spices and ingredients are excellent for my taste! ??? Only one thing I ask you ... if I may! Do not make the story too long, because last time you got bogged down exactly because of that. Your writing style is as always very good and your pace was it anyway always! As for the diaperdimension, you are my undisputed Nr.1 you have replaced someone, where I did not think that she could ever be replaced ... I will love it, to follow you again! Thanks for coming back happy weekend ... ... my is perfekt now! from bad mad snowwhite

I just started filling my overnight diaper with a pretty big mess. I will wait a little while for the second wave of poop to come out before I go to change.

Very interesting start, looking forward to seeing what additional indignities she will be enduring.

In my opinion "coming out of the nursery is like coming out of the closet" years ago. Some people will accept you and others will reject you. By the way I am straight. The best advice I think I can give you is to be selective who you tell, confide in, and trust.

When interviewed by the media, it was reported that he was a little hoarse.

Damn - here it is 4am on the east coast, USA, and I have 2 problems: 1. I woke Up at 2am and now I can’t get back to sleep. 2. My left arm/shoulder muscles HURT LIKE HELL, And I can’t do anything to help myself as I have already taken sufficient meds for muscle pain - if this continues, I will take more Tylenol 650 mg, at 5am or so. I feel like using some BAD WORDS (because of the stupid pain, ) but @DailyDi and @Evelyn Dellcerro would take me over their knee and whoop me! hehehehr?

I like it! would love to read more of it!

As I understand, it's kind of like Inception. These are constructed false memories by the person using the machine. The machine is probably amplifying the user's imagination in some way, which is how she was able to control her experience of "baby at 16" rather than "teenager at 2". When Carolina used the machine for too long, it overwrote the constructed memory she had in her mind from the photographs with the false memory from the machine. So now her body is adapting to the adult baby memories. That's how I read it, at least.

You have peaked my interest. Very good start. I shall wait for more. ?

Sweet morning.

Some things I still don't get: How she's able to not change history. Not changing history would imply that everything is in the travellor's mind (i.e. revisiting history inception-style), but it wouldn't be possible to learn new things from others, since the travellor wouldn't know about them? If it's like a Groundhog Day type thing then having it happen in the past would create issues right? When Carolina thinks of two different memories and ends up as a baby on her 16th birthday, wouldn't she have an equal probability of being 16 and celebrating her 2 year old birthday? How was she able to control which memory was the "dominant" one, and how was she able to fuse multiple memories together? Most people don't remember being 2, and she had to rely on photos of her 2nd birthday, so those aren't technically her memories, how was she still able to go back there? If she saw a photo of say John Quicy Adams (first US president to be photographed), would she be able to visit that "memory" then?

That's just one more reason not to eat there! LOL!???

Looks like something that got vaccuum-sucked out of an obese person during surgery

Mikey's right, I don't even know what the HELL that is!???? But whenever it is, it looks disgusting!???????? I'm definitely not eating at that place, whatever it is.?☹️???

I love these wallpapers!?☺️ can you share more of them please? I would really like to see them. Did you find any good baby little boy ones?? I would really like some of those. LOL!?????❤️?

Hey, I replied to your RP, care to reply back?

The questions/polls I'm thinking of are things like: -How does ABDLism split among racial lines? -What relationships do ABDLs have with their actual parents? Because I know it can't fully be tragedies being the reason why people want diapers. -How did ABDL's actual potty training go as kids? Were they ever potty training 'role models' for a younger sibling or cousin? -ABDLs who are parents, how do they feel about potty training their kids?

Hi and welcome to DD TerribleTwo. Nice to meet you, and glad to have you join us. Being 2, and terrible isn’t so bad ? Nothing a few time-outs in the corner won’t fix. ? But, if you don’t want to use the potty, that’s fine, there’s plenty of nice thick diapers for you to wear. I can’t see as I blame you, not wanting to use the potty anyway. Monsters live there!!! ??? SEE! But seriously, come on in, make yourself comfy. If you have questions, just ask. Relax, have fun, and enjoy!

I just wanted to say hi. And I hope I have not hurt you. ?

I wish I had the size of a actual 1 year old baby tummy, so baby food like that could still fill me up once again!??☺️????? And I would be a very happy baby!??☺️❤️?????????❤️?❤️?

Liam goes to work but unfortunately not even this is enough to get away from what he sees as a growing menace. At home things are no better, in fact they are significantly worse as he sees his mom moving them closer and closer to the Stress Free Campaign. Things get much worse for him much quicker than he could possibly expect. A bumper 4,500 word update as a late Thanksgiving present. Happy turkey day! (Originally posted on my Patreon on Thanksgiving) --- If you like this story and would like to help me pay my bills please consider subscribing to my Patreon. I post an update every 4-5 days and have 35 stories there that are EXCLUSIVE for my patrons! https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- --- The Jones Family --- Liam was slouched over the counter as he watched two old women deliberating on something at the far end of the shop. Rain was tapping on the glass at the front of the store and a small television above the counter was showing a talk show that Liam never really paid attention to. He was bored after another predictably slow day. It was the early evening and Liam was coming to the end of a shift at the small store he worked at. Small store was putting it mildly, Liam and the owner were the only two employees there at that time. They sold a little bit of everything and their stock could change drastically in the space of a couple of weeks. It was remarkable that the relentless march of progress hadn’t yet swallowed the store up and replaced it with a coffee shop or something. Liam leaned back on his chair at the checkout and yawned. His boss, Vinny, had disappeared out the back of the store fifteen minutes ago to sort out the delivery that had just arrived leaving Liam alone in the front. He looked up idly at the screen and saw a sight that just weeks ago would’ve been obscene but was now becoming increasingly normal. The famous interviewer’s guest was another celebrity endorsing the Stress Free Campaign. It was still strange to see these movie stars and singers showing off the waistbands of their diapers and encouraging others to join in. It felt like every other show was suddenly talking about diapers or baby clothing for adults and they were broken up commercials for the same products. It was like a media blitz. Liam’s hope that his mother would forget the fad and potty train Alicia had mostly evaporated. What potty training Alicia had accomplished had been forgotten about and she was back to using her diapers exclusively, she was even rewarded for doing so. Liam was so depressed by this he considered trying to potty train Alicia in secret though he knew that wasn’t really possible. Despite the media it didn’t seem everyone was buying into this campaign. Liam had seen a lot of counter points made by equally passionate people who encouraged parents and others not to make decisions until there was more research. There was an “us vs. them” feeling growing with people being pulled in different directions. It seemed like most people hadn’t bought into the campaign but more were being converted every day, Liam was certain of that even if it depressed him. “Gimme a hand here would you?” Vinny’s voice called through the open door from the store room. Vinny was a pudgy older man who was balding. He had Italian heritage but the accent he spoke with was put on for the sake of customers. When it was just him and Liam he spoke in exactly the same way as everyone else in the city, he always told Liam it was a show, encouraged people to come back. Liam doubted Vinny was even his real name but that was a secret he wasn’t letting out of the bag. Liam stepped out of the shop floor and into the dingier and darker store room. Vinny was stood next to a pallet with several large cardboard boxes wrapped tightly in cellophane. The boss was wiping sweat from his brow as he rested his hands on the handle of the small cart they had for moving heavy equipment. “What’s in the boxes?” Liam asked as he walked over curiously. “New stock.” Vinny replied. He coughed a couple of times. A smoker’s cough that was always aggravated during heavy work. Liam wasn’t sure if it was put on to get out of work but it usually ended up with Liam doing most of the heavy lifting. “Do we even have room for all this stuff?” Liam asked as he looked back out through the door. The old women had barely moved, “The current stuff isn’t exactly flying off the shelves.” “We’ll make room for this.” Vinny said as he hit the side of the boxes with his palm a couple of times, “Clear space on the far wall and put this all out.” “Now?” Liam frowned, “I clock off in half an hour.” “You’d better get a move on then!” Vinny replied grouchily as he walked past Liam and into the store. Liam grumbled and looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds. He hated how his boss seemed to think of his working hours as more of a suggestion than a rule. If Vinny didn’t pay Liam as well as he did Liam would’ve walked out a long time ago. The truth was that Liam liked working in the store for the most part, it was quiet and a lot easier than a job at a big supermarket or department store like his friends had. Swallowing his grouchiness Liam took the handle of the cart and started pulling it towards the lights of the store. The bell rang on the door just as he came through, the old ladies were leaving without buying anything. He didn’t know how someone could spend so long comparing products only to choose none of them. The cart was indeed heavy and Liam grunted as he pulled it through to the far wall of the store. He started pulling boxes off the shelves, stock that would go into the backroom for either a later date or just to be forgotten about. Once everything was out of the way he started pulling and ripping the cellophane. “You never told me what’s in these.” Liam said as he yanked the plastic wrapping off. “It’s my meal ticket.” Vinny grunted. He now had his feet on the counter and was reading a newspaper. That was Vinny’s stock reply whenever Liam asked what new stock was. Everything Vinny bought in bulk to sell was going to make him a rich man, it was funny how his plans never seemed to turn out that way. Liam lifted the top cardboard box off the pile and placed it on the ground. He pulled at the flaps that were taped closed and when they gave way he saw sixes white rectangles. Liam grabbed the plastic handle of one and lifted it up. He was about to place it on the shelf when the front of the package turned his way and he froze. His grip slackened and the plastic packet fell to the floor. “Hey! Watch the merchandise!” Vinny complained as he leaned around the counter to look at Liam, “If you break the packaging I’m taking it out of your pay.” Liam felt like he was going mad. He slowly picked the packet back up and turned it over to look at the label again. He couldn’t quite believe he was holding a package of adult diapers. It felt like he couldn’t escape them. Everywhere he went he was seeing or hearing about this stuff, it had come out of nowhere but now it felt like he was surrounded on all sides by this weird craze. Despite all the space around him Liam felt claustrophobia closing in at the edges of his mind. “You’re stocking… Diapers?” Liam managed to choke out. Liam saw Think Little written in balloon-like writing as he stared with wide eyes at the packaging. “You bet your ass I am. It cost me an arm and a leg to get them though, damn things are selling out everywhere.” Vinny barked out a laugh, “I can charge whatever I want for them and people will pay. Everyone’s talking about them. Those things are my ticket to a vacation in the Bahamas.” Liam swallowed down a rising panic. He hadn’t divulged the problems at home so he couldn’t tell his boss why he was so against even touching these diapers. He swallowed down his fear and breathed deeply as he started putting the diapers on the shelves. He emptied the cardboard boxes and put the contents out on display. He was almost like a robot as he loaded the old stock on to the cart and wheeled it to the back. “Don’t you think this stuff is… weird?” Liam asked as he walked back into the main store. The white plastic filling the shelves reflected the light and was impossible to look away from. “Weird?” Vinny grunted. “I mean adults going around in diapers, people wearing baby clothes.” Liam silently added his own family deciding not to potty train his baby sister, “Don’t you think this is all really strange?” “It’s no different to any other fad.” Vinny shrugged as he turned back to his newspaper, “Pogs, yo-yos, hell even those little animal things you walk around catching. It’s the hot thing and I want to jump on that gravy train.” Liam nodded his head but he couldn’t help but think things were different. He let go of the cart and gathered his coat and bag. He walked back into the main store to see Vinny hadn’t moved a muscle. “I’ll be off then.” Liam said as started towards the door. He couldn’t take his eyes off the new display. “Sure you don’t want to take a pack home with you?” Vinny asked, “See what all the fuss is about?” “You’re kidding right?” Liam turned with wide eyes. “I don’t know.” Vinny shrugged, “You’ve been eyeing them up like a good looking girl. It looked like you were interested.” “I’ll see you later.” Liam said as he pushed the door open and felt the rain hit his face. He didn’t even want to dignify what Vinny said with a response and now he couldn’t stop imagining Vinny taking some of the diapers home and trying them on. He shivered as he tried to focus on literally anything else. --- By the weekend Liam had nearly driven himself completely insane. It felt like everywhere he looked he saw diapers. When he went for a walk he saw other people with clearly padded rears, he turned on the television and he saw people talking about them, he went online and social media was talking of little else. A lot of people found this new craze funny but he found it very distressing because his own family seemed to be sinking further and further into it. It felt like a cult his parents were joining and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. Liam’s mother, Evie, had come home from one of her evenings out with several new books. Liam wasn’t concerned until he saw the titles on the covers. “Un-Potty Training: Is It Right For You?”, “Back To Babyhood”, “A Guide To Stress Free Living”… Liam had felt his stomach turning with each one. Not even work could distract Liam from his problems. The diapers loomed large on the shelves and, much to his chagrin, were proving to be very popular. He wished no one had come in to buy them but he had to grudgingly accept that they were very popular. It seemed like all sorts of people were getting into this new craze; old people, young people, black people, white people, it seemed that every demographic were interested. So much so that Vinny had ordered two re-fills of his stock which Liam had to put out. Liam had handled so many packages of diapers he felt like he could draw them from memory. The clear plastic, the little label with a picture of a smiling man and woman separated by the words “Cutiebutts by Think Little” in a round red font. The diapers within with their decorated landing strip, a tasteful swirly pattern where the tapes were placed. It was on Liam’s Saturday evening shift that he received a most unexpected customer. He had been looking up at the television above the counter and watching the daytime soap opera when the bell rang announcing a new person had walked in. He looked down and frowned. “Mom?” Liam was confused. This wasn’t the most convenient store for his family to go to. “Hello Liam.” Evie said. She was smiling as she looked around the store. “What are you doing here?” Liam asked, “Is everyone OK?” “Everyone’s fine.” Evie replied. Her eyes fell upon the diapers on the far shelf and she started walking over to them. “Evening, Mrs. Jones.” Vinny had walked out from the backroom, “Nice to see you.” “Yes, I just came for a few things.” Evie said distractedly. Liam was watching from behind the counter but as Evie reached out for the diapers he couldn’t hold back any longer. He walked around the cash register and marched straight up to his mother. Evie was reading the rear of the package and the scant information it provided about the disposables within. Liam tensed up. “What are you doing?” Liam hissed as he took the plastic pack and put it back on the shelf. “Relax. I’m just curious.” Evie shook her head and rolled her eyes, “You know… You seem stressed.” “Don’t try that craziness with me.” Liam’s eyes widened. “I’m just kidding around.” Evie chuckled, “A couple of the women at my book club wanted to try some diapers and I remember you mentioning you were stocking some.” Liam felt suspicious. Why didn’t they come themselves if they wanted diapers? Why had Evie picked his store when every supermarket in the area stocked them as well? Liam took a deep breath that he let out of his nose as he looked on disapprovingly. He watched his mom pick up two packets and carry them over to the counter. Vinny rung her up and bagged her products. “Will that be all, Mrs. Jones?” Vinny asked with a smile. “Yes, thank you.” Evie replied as she took the bags, “Don’t work my boy too hard.” “That shirker?” Vinny grinned mischievously, “If I can ever get him to work I’ll make sure it isn’t too hard.” Vinny and Evie laughed as Liam walked back to the counter sourly. As his mom left the store he couldn’t help but watch with trepidation. He eyed the packages of diapers with suspicion and his gaze lingered on the door long after his mom had left and the door closed behind her. “Momma’s boy.” Vinny taunted. “Shut up…” Liam rolled his eyes and went through to the backroom. --- Over the next several days Liam felt on his guard whenever he was around his family. He hadn’t seen the diapers after his mom left the store with them and he wondered if they were even still in the house. According to his mom they had been for friends of hers, maybe they’d been handed over already. “Liam!” Liam’s dad was calling from the bottom of the stairs, “Dinner’s ready.” Liam had been sitting up in his bed reading a book. He rushed to the end of the paragraph and placed the bookmark between the pages. He placed the book on the bedside table, stood up and made his way downstairs to the dinner table. As usual he was the last person to sit down. Liam looked across the table to Alicia who was making a mess smearing her food on her face. As usual these days when he looked at his little sister he felt a pang of sadness. He was tempted to bring up the subject of her potty training but every time he did his parents just shut it down and said it was their decision. “So… Martha at the book club tried those diapers I bought.” Evie started eating her meal and acted as if this was a normal topic of conversation. “That’s interesting.” Charlie replied as he cut up his sausages, “What did she think?” Liam felt his appetite wither away to be replaced with the anxiousness he always seemed to feel when he heard about or saw diapers these days. He waited for his mom to swallow her food and respond. “She said it was good.” Evie finally replied, “She’s got the whole family doing it now.” “I have to admit to being curious.” Charlie replied with a smile. Liam felt his pulse quicken. Nausea rose within him, he got the impression this was an orchestrated conversation and he didn’t like where it was going. His dad was still smiling and Liam noticed his eyes shift towards him for just a second. For a few seconds the only sounds in the room were Alicia’s babbling. “I was thinking…” Evie started. She stretched the words out far longer than she needed to. “No!” Liam exclaimed immediately. He didn’t need to hear more, he certainly didn’t want to hear more. He knew where this was going and it suddenly felt like this had been an inevitability from the moment his parents decided not to potty train his sister. “You don’t know what I was going to say…” Evie chuckled. “Listen to your mother.” Charlie added. “I was thinking…” Evie said again before pausing dramatically, “That we, as a family, should commit to wearing diapers as well.” “Absolutely not!” Liam waved his hands to emphasise his negative response, “A thousand times no.” “Calm down, son.” Charlie said as Liam nearly knocked over his drink. “Calm down!?” Liam replied, “Listen to what Mom’s suggesting! This is insane!” Not knowing what was really going on but distressed by the shouting, Alicia burst into loud tears. Liam felt like he couldn’t breathe and as his dad tended to Alicia he tried to take some deep breaths. He thought he might collapse. When Alicia proved difficult to calm Charlie stood up and lifted her out of the highchair. He sat the crying girl on his hip and took her out of the room. Liam watched them go feeling like the only sane one in the family was Alicia. He felt like bursting into tears just like his sister. “I think it is important to commit to this Stress Free living.” Evie said as she looked sternly at her son, “You’ll thank me in the long run.” “Like fu-” Liam started. “Watch your language…” Evie warned with raised eyebrows. Liam took a deep breath to try and steady himself. He realised he had to somehow talk himself out of this insanity that had been quickly enveloping his whole life. He could hear Alicia’s crying from the living room still and he tried to think of an argument against these diapers that he hadn’t used before. He failed. “Look… If you and Dad want to do this then fine.” Liam said as calmly as he could whilst his legs shook, “But leave me out of it.” “We are doing this as a family.” Evie said simply. Her tone of voice left no room for debate. “You can’t make me!” Liam shouted. He immediately cursed himself for failing to remain calm. In the distance he could hear Alicia’s crying crank up again. “We are doing this…” Evie leaned a little closer with piercing eyes, “As a family. If you don’t want to take part you can leave this family and this house.” Liam’s mouth fell open as he processed what he was hearing. His Mom was seriously giving him an ultimatum. He tried to think about how to de-escalate the situation but he couldn’t get over the “take it or leave it” choice he had been given. His parents had always been strict but he never imagined this coming from them. As Liam came to the startling realisation that his parents were serious about this he switched his thinking to the next problem. Was there someone who would take him in? He had a few friends but none close enough that he felt he could just crash with them indefinitely. He had family as well but he hadn’t seen any of them for a long time, he wasn’t even sure how to contact them. It seemed like they were the “black sheep” of the family, Liam suddenly wondered why that might be. A panic started erupting in Liam as he realised he had nowhere to go. If his parents were really making this mandatory he had no choice but to go along with it. He didn’t even pay rent so couldn’t use that as an argument to having some autonomy. “We’ve got some diapers upstairs and-” Evie started. “What!?” Liam’s shock jumped another level. He wasn’t even going to get time to adjust to the idea. There were diapers in the house right now, and they were meant for him! “No time like the present.” Evie said, “After all you’re the last one to put one on.” “You mean…” Liam felt his stomach jump up and down. For a second he thought he would throw up. Liam watched on unable to look away as if there was a train crash happening in front of him. Evie stood up in front of him and he suddenly noticed her pants bulging out more than usual, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. Until he knew what to look for he hadn’t noticed anything but now it was clear as day. When Evie lifted the bottom of her shirt a few inches to show the papery waistband of her diaper. “They’re very comfortable.” Evie said with a smile, “And oh so convenient.” Liam’s brain felt like it was melting. He wasn’t able to process everything that was happening, it was all so bad he was sure it could only be a nightmare. He was so stunned it seemed like time was slowing down. He only realised how long he had been staring at his mother’s crotch when she tapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s go.” Evie said. “But-” Liam stuttered. “Come on.” Evie said, “It’s time to take the plunge. I know you’re nervous but it’ll all be fine. Trust me.” Liam felt like a man on the way to the gallows. He rose to his feet feeling like he didn’t have any option but to go with his mother up the stairs. He was trembling as he went past his sister’s nursery and up to his bedroom door. He pushed it open tentatively as if he expected a monster to be hiding within. Liam walked into the room and waited next to the bed as his mom went to her own bedroom. When he heard her footsteps returning he felt his heart pumping so hard he thought it might smash through his ribs. He looked up when Evie walked in and he saw a pack of diapers that she was already ripping open. There had to be some combination of words that would wake his mom up to the insanity of the situation. “Alright, get undressed and lay down on the bed.” Evie instructed. She dropped the packet of diapers whilst still holding one. It looked imposingly large. “What do you mean?” Liam was feeling increasingly mortified with every minutes, “I can do it myself!” “It’ll be easier if I do it.” Evie said dismissively, “Come on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” “Th-That’s not the point!” Liam shook as his mom advanced towards him. “You’ll feel better when it’s on. I promise.” Evie reached forwards and started pulling Liam’s shirt up and over his head. Liam was overwhelmed from everything that was happening as the shirt came up and over his head. As the shirt covered his face he suddenly felt a yank on his pants and underwear. It took a couple of seconds for him to realise his mom had just pulled his clothes off. Liam struggled to pull the shirt off his head so he could get his hands down to cover himself. “Stop flailing.” Evie said. Her tone suggested Liam was causing a fuss over nothing. “Can we talk about this!?” Liam desperately asked as he finally got his shirt off completely. His hands quickly dropped to cover his exposed genitals and his face was burning a bright red. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Evie said, “Look how stressed you are. You don’t think I’ve noticed how worried and distracted you’ve been recently?” “That’s beca-” Liam started. “So lay down and let Mommy put you in a diaper.” Evie said gently. She gently pushed Liam in the chest and he stumbled backwards into a seated position on the bed. “Mommy!?” Liam replied in confusion. Liam didn’t know whether it was a deliberate ploy or not but he was constantly kept off balance by everything. He felt confused and disorientated, feeling so out of control made it a lot easier for him to follow orders so when Evie pushed him back he laid down on the bed compliantly even as he continued to cover himself and complain. “This is insanity…” Liam moaned. It felt so unreal. Liam saw the diaper unfurled and placed between his legs, it crinkled menacingly and Liam saw it almost as a wild animal that was waiting to pounce on him. He thought about all his friends and wondered exactly what they would think if they could see him in this situation. He would be a pariah if anyone found out about this and to make it even worse he was going to have to wear these diapers all the time! Evie took Liam’s wrists and moved his hands away from his genitals. Liam laid completely still as if somehow not moving might just turn him into a doll and he wouldn’t have to be aware at this humiliation. He was about to lift his hips so the diaper could be slipped underneath him but his mother simply grabbed his ankles instead. “Woah! Hey!” Liam spluttered as his legs were lifted and his back rolled so he was left staring at his junk and thinking he was about to roll over backwards. As suddenly as he was lifted Liam felt his mom let go of his ankles and his legs fell back down to the bed. He was about to complain when he felt the plastic diaper rustling underneath him. He could feel the padding underneath his butt. It wasn’t at all how underwear was supposed to feel or sound like. Evie pulled the front of the diaper up between Liam’s legs. Liam felt the padding press against his skin and then pull tight as the tapes were placed. Soon Evie was backing off and Liam was left in his new underwear. “There you go. All that fussing over nothing.” Evie said as she watched her son sit up. The diaper crinkled and puffed out from the air stuck within. Liam slowly stood up. The diaper crinkled loudly and the thick padding pushed his thighs apart, it felt so strange to have this new bulk between his thighs. He thought he was about to start crying. “The bathroom is off-limits now.” Evie said from the doorway. Liam could see the outline of her diaper so easily now, “The door will be locked. Just speak to one of us when you need a change.” The tears couldn’t be stopped now. Liam’s mom closed the door as she left leaving Liam to crumple down to the floor. He felt the diaper shift shape and the tapes pull taut. He sobbed as he reached down with his hands and felt the thick padding now affixed to him. The thought of using the diaper was enough to make Liam nauseous and yet he knew now it was inevitable.

Just had my morning mess in my nighttime megamax. Not feeling well today but my diaper feels great. Thinking I may do some.fiber loading since I am home for the day

Chapter Fifteen Daddy Of The Decade “What was Grandma like?” Rochelle asked. I felt a swell of love for her at her calling my mom ‘Grandma’ and then a pang of sorrow that she’d never gotten to build a relationship with her to allow her to actually call her that to her face, which I knew my mom would’ve adored. I looked back at Rochelle in the rearview mirror, her hair done into little puff balls on either side of her head, her dark eyes looking at me with curiosity in her gaze. “She was a very nice woman.” I told her. “Would you like to hear a funny story about her?” Petra asked as she turned to look back at the girls in the backseat, getting a nod from Rochelle that I could see and an assumed one from Ducky. “Before Mommy and Daddy got married, Daddy took Mommy to meet Grandma and Grandpa and Mommy was very nervous.” she began. I reached over and patted her thigh, looking back at Rochelle in the mirror. “Mommy wet almost as much as you do on our drive to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.” I told her, smiling at the giggles from both girls and the blush and playful pout from Petra. She cleared her throat. “It’s true, Mommy tinkles a bunch when she’s nervous and she didn’t want to have an accident in the car so she wore a diaper.” she explained. “When we got to the town where Grandma and Grandpa live we stopped so Mommy could put on panties and when we got to their house, Grandma hugged Mommy so hard she actually tinkled in her panties!” she exclaimed in the kind of exaggerated shock that one uses when talking to little ones. “You never told me that.” I said softly. She shrugged. “Listen to the story.” she playfully commanded, smiling at me before she turned back to the still giggling girls. “Mommy had put a pad in her panties just in case and never told Daddy about it, BUT,” she exclaimed, her eyes going wide as she paused for dramatic effect. “Grandma found out about the tinkle pad when she caught Mommy sneaking out to throw it away later that night.” she explained. I looked back at Rochelle and smiled at her sitting forward in her seat, entranced with Petra’s story, her little hands cupping her little chin as she listened intently. “What happened?!” she asked eagerly. “Well, she pulled Mommy aside and put her hand on Mommy’s shoulder and apologized for intruding in Mommy’s business, but wanted to make sure everything was alright with Mommy.” Petra continued, a smile on her face as she wiped her eyes quickly, “Grandma said that she needed to make sure her future daughter wasn’t sick or hurt or anything bad.” she said, her voice thick with emotion as she held back tears. “She was instantly the most loving and sincere woman Mommy had ever met, and Mommy told her everything about herself that night while Daddy and Grandpa caught up in the garage.” she said. “Did you tell her about Daddy being Daddy?” Ducky asked. Petra looked over at me, blushed and nodded softly. “Nothing felt off limits, she was so disarming and easy to talk to.” she confessed. To say that I was surprised was an understatement, I mean, my parents knew about mine and Petra’s dynamic from, what I thought had been my mom accidentally opening the door to the nursery when they’d come to visit us after we’d gotten married and moved into our house, but now I was learning that my mom had known about everything before we’d even gotten married. “And she could keep a secret.” I told Rochelle, looking over at Petra to let her know that this was all news to me, placing my hand on her thigh again to let her know that I wasn’t mad for her not telling me the truth. “What did she say when you told her all that stuff?” Rochelle asked. Petra smiled and wiped her eyes again swallowing hard. “She took my hand in hers and smiled at me and thanked me for opening up to her and sharing my true self with her.” she said. “And then she told me that Daddy was a very lucky man to have found such a wonderful girl and that she considered herself lucky to have met me.” she added, turning back around to grab a tissue from the glove compartment to wipe her eyes and blow her nose. “Does Grandpa know all that stuff?” Ducky asked. I nodded and told them the story of the nursery being discovered, them giggling at me explaining that my dad had looked at me and asked nervously if it was mine or Petra’s. Petra giggled. “He wondered because Daddy used to wet his bed until he was a teenager and Grandpa thought maybe it had made him into a big baby.” she explained. I shot her a glance as peals of little giggles erupted from behind me. “I’ll take the spanking, I don’t care, that’s a funny story.” she said between snorting giggles that brought more giggles. Despite myself I began to laugh, remembering my mom clutching onto my arm, stroking it softly as she faced my dad. “Henry, it’s not our business!” she’d chided. Once the air was cleared and the truth had come out, my dad had hugged Petra and jokingly apologized for trying to give away her room to me to which my mother had reassured her that it was quite an adorable room, to which Petra had turned about seventeen shades of crimson at as she nervously giggled. “Besides, read the room, Daddy, no one here can judge you for wetting the bed when you were growing up.” Petra reminded me. Rochelle nodded. “I still wet the bed, Daddy!” she proudly declared. “Me too!” Ducky agreed. Petra winked at me. “Me three.” she said. I nodded. “Alright, it’s not a big deal, you’re all right.” I said. “No spanking for Mommy.” I announced. “At least not for that.” I said just loud enough for Petra to hear. ******** I exited the freeway at the first whiff of a messy diaper, no one making any attempt to claim ownership of their deed and pulled into the large parking lot of one of those mega rest stops that are as big as a box store and pride themselves on clean bathrooms and good prices for gas and food. “Who’s stinky?” I asked as I parked the car. Petra shook her head when I looked at her, Rochelle was asleep and Ducky was conspicuously silent. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, stretching before closing it behind me and opened the door to the backseat. “C’mon, sweetie.” I said as I knelt down and unbuckled Ducky’s seatbelt for her and grabbed the diaper bag as I took her hand in mine, closing the door behind her once she’d stepped out. “I could use a change too.” Petra said as she got out of the car and did her own stretching. I nodded. “I’m sure Rochelle is soaked by now too.” I said. “I can change Ducky here if you want.” Petra offered. I shook my head. “Better to handle this job inside.” I told her. I went to Petra and kissed her, “I think Ducky could use some Daddy time.” I told her. “Keep an eye on Rochelle and I’ll change you both when we get back.” I said. I led Ducky to the entrance and greeted the workers behind the registers when they greeted us and headed back to the bathrooms, entering one of the one’s meant for “families” where I unlatched the clasp on the changing table that held it closed on the wall and set the diaper bag down on it once it was flat. Standing awkwardly, her thumb in her mouth, her green eyes sparkling under the fluorescent lighting in the bathroom, Ducky was every bit as beautiful and adorable as Rochelle and Petra, but had only recently, with Petra’s “help”, allowed herself to be dressed in more feminine attire. Where the little half Asian and half African American girl with the caramel colored skin would’ve worn jeans and a t-shirt, she was now dressed in a modest length skirt with light purple and black plaid checkers on it, her white tights beneath showing her skinny legs and a light gray sweater over a white blouse top, the chunky, little girl styled black patent leather shoes both tied the outfit together while also dropping her assumed age by a few years. I knelt down in front of her and brushed a strand of her dark hair aside before fixing the white cat head hair clip that kept strands like that from covering her face. “Hey, pretty girl.” I said with a smile as I softly stroked her cheek with my thumb. “Ready to get out of that yucky diaper?” I asked. She nodded and pulled her thumb from her mouth. “I’m not pretty, Daddy.” she quietly protested. I nodded. “Oh, but you are!” I told her as I removed her sweater, unbuttoning the little gold trimmed buttons for her, folding the garment up neatly and laying it beside the diaper bag. “You’re one of the three prettiest girls I know!” I added. She shook her head. “Nuh uh!” she declared. “Yes huh!” I told her as I unbuckled her shoes for her and unclasped her skirt, helping her step out of it to fold it up and place it on top of the sweater, turning back to slip the blouse top off over her head, leaving her in just her tights and diaper. “You think so?” she asked. I nodded. “I know so, sweetie.” I said as I picked her up and sat her down on the changing table, laying her back so I could remove her tights and set them with the other clothes. She chewed her thumb as she moved to help me get her tights off. “Daddy?” she asked. Getting the necessary items from the diaper bag I turned to look down at her. “Yes, baby?” I asked. She wiggled and smiled bashfully. “I love you and you’re a good Daddy.” she told me, sitting up to peck my cheek before laying back down. I bent down and kissed her forehead. “I love you too, Ducky, you’re a very good baby.” I told her. “Daddy?” she asked as I went to work cleaning her up. “Yes, baby?” I asked. “Can we play pretend on this trip?” she asked softly. I looked up in confusion at her. “What do you mean, sweetie?” I asked. She chewed her thumb more and shrugged softly. “I dunno, like maybe if I wanted to pretend to be your daughter like how we were talking yesterday.” she said quietly, her thumb moving more and more into her mouth by fractions of an inch as she spoke. I sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, Ducky, but we can’t do that.” I told her bluntly. Her expression was wrought with stunned sorrow. “Oh.” she said as her thumb planted firmly into her mouth. “Because you already are my daughter, silly girl!” I cooed, tickling her sides playfully to get her to start giggling. She had already started to cry and abruptly stopped, choking on her own spit as she began to giggle at my tickling. “That was mean, Daddy!” she exclaimed with a pout. “I thought you were serious!” she said, wiping the remnants of budding tears from her eyes. I kissed her tummy. “Ducky, you live in my house, you nurse from my wife, you sleep in our bed, I change you, feed you, bathe you, if you don’t think you’re already a daughter to me then I don’t know what else I can do to show you.” I explained. She was quiet for a long time as I finished getting a clean diaper on her. “Can I have the paper like Rochelle?” she asked sheepishly. I pulled her up into a seated position. “Is that really what you want?” I asked. She looked at me with those sparkling green eyes and smiled. “Yes please, Daddy.” she said with a nod. “Can I ask why?” I asked. She raised her arms to allow me to slip the sickeningly pink onesie Petra had packed for her onto her, spreading her legs to allow me to snap it closed. “Mommy’s story earlier made me think about how disappointed my real mom is with me and my life choices, great shame to my family and all that.” she said, lifting her legs one at a time to let me put the frilly ankle socks on her feet. “It hurts a lot to not have a parent love you for who you are and even though I would marry Mommy in a second because of the way I feel about her as a grownup,” she explained, avoiding looking up at me as I pulled the light purple shortalls from the diaper bag and began unfolding them, “I wouldn’t trade having a Mommy and Daddy that love me no matter what for anything in the world.” she said, finally looking up at me as I guided her feet into the legs of the shortalls. “Ducky,” I started as I lifted her up from the table and set her down on her feet as I finished putting the shortalls on her and buttoned the straps into place. “having the piece of paper that Rochelle has doesn’t do anything more than make you legally our daughter.” I explained as I knelt down and snapped the buttons on the inner thigh and crotch of her outfit. “Would that piece of paper make you feel more loved?” I asked. She shook her head. “And would it mean that you were any more a member of our family than you already are?” I asked. She shrugged. “It would be official.” she mumbled. I hugged her. “Sweetie, it’s a big decision that I don’t think any of us are ready to make right now.” I told her. She nodded. “I know, Daddy, but,” she hesitated and sighed but didn’t finish her thought. I pulled her away from me and looked into her eyes. “You can tell me anything, Ducky.” I reminded her. A tear rolled down her cheek. “I just,” she sniffled softly, “I guess I do need it to be official.” she confessed. “I hate feeling like you and Mommy are just telling me what I want to hear to keep me happy but you don’t really mean it and when you get tired of me you’ll send me away.” she hurriedly said as though the words were fire burning her mouth. I hugged her once again as she began sobbing and I picked her up and held her in my arms. “That would never, ever happen, Deandra.” I reassured her as I rubbed her back. “If you need it to be legal then we’ll make it legal once we get back home, okay?” I asked her. She clung to me as she sobbed. “You mean it?” she asked. “I do.” I told her. “But there will be rules.” I warned. She nodded. “No, you can’t blindly accept them, we’re going to sit down as a family and go over what you being our daughter will mean and both you and Petra have to agree to them.” I told her. “This is her decision too.” I reminded her. She sniffled and nodded as I set her down. “Yes, Daddy.” she said softly, the hint of a grin forming as her thumb went into her mouth. ******** Petra was all smiles when we returned to the car, Ducky climbing into the backseat beside her as she held Rochelle while the smaller girl nursed. Her smile faded when she saw Ducky’s puffy, red eyes. “What happened, baby girl?” she asked, reaching out to stroke Ducky’s cheek. Ducky shook her head. “I’m okay, Mommy.” she said softly around her thumb, leaning over to rest her head on Petra’s shoulder. Petra looked up at me as I knelt down to buckle Ducky in. Our eyes met and I smiled. “Nothing to worry about, we just revisited the adoption conversation.” I calmly told her. Petra turned her head and kissed the top of Ducky’s head. “Sweetie, why were you crying?” she asked. Ducky shrugged. “Deandra, Mommy asked you a question.” Petra warned calmly. Ducky pulled her thumb from her mouth. “It’s dumb.” she said, absently kicking her feet as she stared at them. “Well, it couldn’t have been too dumb if it made you cry.” Petra offered. Ducky sighed. “I need the paper.” she said. “I need to know that you and Daddy want me forever.” she added. Petra pulled Rochelle from her breast and helped the girl sit back up and reached over to unbuckle Ducky’s seatbelt so she could guide the girl down to her other breast once she’d covered up the first one and uncovered the other. She softly stroked Ducky’s hair as the girl latched on and nursed and smiled down at her. “In a million, billion years, I never would’ve imagined that my sister, best friend, girlfriend, secret wife, and daughter would’ve all been the same person and would’ve turned out to be you.” she explained in her most maternal and soothing voice, the one that she’d instantly created when we adopted Rochelle. “It hurts my heart that you have doubts about our love for you that you would need a silly piece of paper to confirm what you should already know by now, but you’ve always been a silly girl, and a needy baby,” she teased, patting the girl’s bottom softly, “and if you need that piece of paper then we’ll get you that piece of paper.” she said. “I told her we’d talk about rules for how that would work once we got back home.” I said as I opened the other door and plucked Rochelle out, setting the little girl on my hip. Petra shook her head. “She knows what she’s giving up and what she’s asking me to give up to make this happen.” she told me. Ducky started to pull away but Petra stopped her, holding her to her breast gently with a hand on the back of her head. Petra shook her head and smiled down at her. “No more talk.” she said, her tone reassuring and loving. “We’ll adopt you as soon as we’re back home, but we’ll just live the life until then, okay?” she asked. Ducky nodded softly. I could see they were both on the verge of tears. “Hey, it’s Rochelle’s turn to go inside for a change, so I’ll give you two some alone time.” I said before closing the door of the car. ******** Petra had packed a pastel yellow onesie with a cartoon bumblebee on the left breast appliqued on it, a light blue denim overall, jumper...thing, basically overall straps connected to a skirt, and if I could’ve, I would’ve eaten that little cutie right up once I got her changed and dressed. “Aren’t you just the most precious little girl!” I cooed as I picked her up and cuddled her while I disposed of her messy diaper and sat her on the counter to wash my hands. She giggled and kicked her legs. “Fank yoo, Daddy.” she said in her melodious little voice. “Is someone a very little girl today?” I asked. She nodded. “I’ll still drive when it’s my turn though.” she assured me, shifting back to her normal adult voice. I dried my hands and picked her up once more, supporting her butt with my forearm as I picked up the pacifier clipped to the strap of her outfit and popped it into her mouth. “What kind of Daddy would I be if I let a very little girl drive a great big grownup car?” I teased, tickling her tummy to produce a giggle from her as she wiggled in my arms. She settled back down and draped her arms over my shoulders, her head resting on my shoulder beside her arm. “Can I get you a present, Daddy?” she asked. I thought for a second. “Daddy doesn’t need anything, baby, he has everything he could ever need in you and Mommy and Ducky.” I told her. She made a pleasant murmuring sound. “You need this though.” she said with a little decisive nod. “Oh yeah?” I asked as I opened the restroom door and headed out into the main building. “Uh huh.” she said with another little nod. I bounced her softly as I walked to the front door with her. “Well, if you say I need it, then I guess I need it.” I told her. When we reached the car Ducky was seated again and Petra was wiping the girl’s eyes with a tissue that she then held to her nose for Ducky to blow when commanded to, after a boogie check and a kiss on the forehead Petra scooted to the door and got out of the car, standing beside me as I set Rochelle down in her seat and buckled her in. “I know you have a rule about poopy changes in the car, but I don’t feel comfortable leaving them alone.” Petra whispered to me. I nodded. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” I told her. “Get in and I’ll pull around someplace a little more private.” I said as I started to walk around the car. She grabbed my arm to stop me. “No spanking for telling your bedwetting secret.” she said. “Public humiliation instead.” she said. “Please.” she added quietly. I raised an eyebrow. “You sure?” I asked. She nodded. “Without Ducky to scratch my itches, you’re going to be a very busy Daddy until I get her out of my system.” she explained. I smirked. “Pervert.” I teased, taking her hand and leading her to the back of the car where I opened the back door and set the diaper bag down, getting the plastic changing mat out and spreading it out in the large open area between the luggage. “Do you need a safe word?” I asked. She shook her head as she climbed up into the back and situated herself on the mat. “No, but as long as you don’t have your way with me we should be good.” she said. I nodded and began undressing her, removing her shoes and socks and then her jeans and went to work changing her messy diaper, taking my time to tease her under the guise of thoroughness, getting her pacifier from the diaper bag to stifle her increasingly loud pleasure sounds before I got a fresh diaper taped on her. “See that trash can?” I said, pointing to a large can about a hundred and fifty feet away. She nodded. “Go throw that yucky diaper away for Daddy in that.” I commanded as I packed everything up and slipped her shoes back onto her feet before pulling her out and standing her up in front of me. Her eyes went wide as she looked over at the can and then back to me, looking down at herself in only her diaper and t-shirt. “One.” I warned, beaming proudly as she whimpered and turned to toddle off to the trashcan. When she got back to the car I stopped her from getting into the front seat. “I think you’d be more comfortable with the other babies, don’t you?” I asked, reaching behind her to pat her bottom firmly to make a loud thud with each hit. She flushed and climbed into the backseat, crawling over Rochelle’s lap to take her place between our daughters. I leaned in and buckled her seatbelt for her and fished into the small refrigerated pack we had with bottles and water and snacks and pulled out an apple juice bottle for Rochelle and Ducky and a breast milk bottle for Petra. She glowered at me but just let her pacifier drop from her mouth to take the nipple of the offered bottle and began nursing just the same as the other girls. Once I got into the driver’s seat I moved the rearview mirror to look back at my angels, all changed, all dressed in more age appropriate clothing, all nourished with Mommy’s milk, and all mine and I smiled. “Good news, girls, Daddy won’t make any of you drive, you can all just relax or play or nap until we stop again, sound good?” I asked. Rochelle nodded, Ducky gave a thumbs up, and Petra smiled behind her bottle and blinked three times slowly and deliberately, a system we’d worked out for her to tell me she loved me without having to stop drinking a bottle or sucking one of the numerous things she might find lodged in her mouth at any given point of our marriage. I reached back and gave her knee and little squeeze to let her know I shared her feelings and pulled out of the parking lot to get back on the road. To Be Continued...

Scene #140 Mary thinks she’s so suave and focused and put together and she so is but not nearly as much as she thinks. I can discombobulate her at least as good as she can me; it’s just that it takes more effort on my part. So really, of the two of us I’m the better discombobulater: yeah, she does it more often, but I’m easier to twitterpate (except I’m not because I’m so super stoic and sanguine and stuff). “Mary, o Mary,” I called out in the dulcet tones of my angelic self. I sing great, is a thing my mom told me when I was five and I’ve just assumed was objective and true and continues to be objectively true all these years later. “Yeah,” she called back from her office. “Come be with me. Business hours ended twenty minutes ago and I’m lonely.” “Aww. We can’t have that.” I heard her office door close behind her. That was my idea: when the work day is over, the door gets closed so we (mostly she) can’t see her workplace. “Ya know what happens when wives get lonely,” I asked as she strode into view. What a view it was, too: a blouse I bought her once and sweatpants. “What happens when they get lonely,” she asked as she flopped down on the couch next to me. “They stray from their marriage, except I wouldn’t ever. I’d just get sad and reminisce about the way we once were.” “Daphne Ann, tell me the truth: have you been drinking?” “Yeah, but just this much,” I said and gestured toward my wine glass which had two whole sips missing. “How do you get tipsy on not even half a glass of wine but it takes like three shots of vodka?” “I don’t do shots anymore, Mary. I outgrew those.” “You just put three shots worth in a nice tumbler.” “Yes, like a grown up. Here,” I said and slid my glass toward her. “Don’t make me drink alone.” “We definitely wouldn’t want you to be That Housewife,” she chuckled before taking a swallow. “I’m not a housewife. I’m a homemaker … who rarely leaves the house, but that’s different.” “You just don’t work outside the home.” “Why would I need to work outside the home when you’re here? You’re the boss of me … In fact, you’re the best boss I’ve ever had. Really.” By a way lot. Really. “And you’re my bestest and naughtiest and cutest employee.” “Ooh, I have an idea!” And I don’t get all bouncy when I’m excited for one of my ideas. That’s just not true, and I am nothing like Tigger so don’t even compare me to him and also cuz he’s the only one (according to him and he kinda won’t shut up about it). “What?” “After dinner, we could put on our work clothes, the office ones, and you could, um, chastise me for my work-related offenses.” “And what offenses would those be,” Mary practically growled at me. It’s dangerous getting jungle predators aroused. Sometimes they pounce and sometimes literally and sometimes when they do that you accidentally land on your arm funny and they spend hours bringing you ice and Ibuprofen and days feeling guilty. It really is a jungle out there. Anyhoo … “Um, my tardiness. I haven’t been to work in more than two years.” “That’s not tardiness, young lady. That’s chronic absenteeism, and the consequences are much more severe. We might have to put you on an employee improvement plan.” “Could it be severe in a way that you get distracted and then, um, do non-boss-like stuff to me.” “What kinda stuff?” “Ya know, stuff … and things.” “Is this a fantasy of yours I don’t know about?” “Yeah, but only for the past two minutes … so actually you’ve know about it for as long as I have.” “Cutie.” “And it’s not even on purpose.” That part. Other parts were on purpose. ‘There goes Daphne,’ people say, ‘determinedly set upon her purpose.’ Yep, that’s a thing people say about me. Really. “So what should we have for dinner,” she asked. “I ordered dinner already. Thai.” “That sounds good.” “I have an idea for until then.” Not bouncy at all cuz I had this idea way earlier and all the excitement had drained out of it by the time I told Mary. “What?” “I sit on your lap and rest my head on your chest.” “And?” “And you rub my back … or pat my butt. You choose.” “And?” “And we just hold each other and maybe fall asleep until dinner gets here.” “That’s it? You just wanna be held?” ‘Just?’ I think Mary is selling herself short on how much being held by her is all the kinds of awesome at once. “Not just. I wanna hold you back. I like holding you.” And cue my adoration eyes looking all adoringly at Mary. And bam! Mary’s Daphne-is-so-lovable-O-can’t-stand-it face. I am, ya know. Really. “C’mere, Daffy.” “I like this probably more than you really understand,” I said once snuggled in. “Same goes. I don’t even mind risking you cuddling with me without your diapers on.” “Be nice to me. I’m smol.” “What’s that? You’re little?” “Smol! Now shush. I’m trying to concentrate.” “Concentrate on what?” “Falling asleep like this.” “My little girl,” she said and kissed the top of my head (wistful sigh). “Smol.” “My little girl.”

VII “Troublemaker” A warm tickle alerted me to the fact that I was wetting myself, no warning ahead of the release or feeling of needing to go, just dry one moment and wet the next. I felt a rush of excitement welling up inside of me as the world rocketed away from my vision and I was thrown back to my lab, sitting in the chair connected to my machine once more. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” I chanted excitedly to myself as I removed the head piece and leapt from the chair to my desk, looking at the data I’d collected from my experiment. I picked up my camera and hurried over to the tripod to set it up, turning it on and hitting record before taking a seat in the chair in front of it. “Test one sixty-seven has proven successful, adjusting the settings on the machine allowed me to merge two memories into one space.” I told the camera. “I took the memory of my sixteenth birthday and, using photos of my second birthday, manufactured a memory where I was still diapered and in a highchair for my sixteenth birthday.” I explained. “Confirmation was achieved by my mother wishing me a happy sixteenth birthday as she served me a plate of cake in my highchair.” I added. I suppressed a giddy giggle, maintaining my professional demeanor. “This proves that we can in fact manufacture memories for people, the ramifications for victims of abuse or trauma in early childhood, PTSD, Dementia and other debilitating brain disorders is simply astounding.” I said. “Further tests will be conducted and data will be saved for further research and testing.” I concluded, rising to turn the camera off. My mind was swimming with possibilities for what I could test with this new discovery, decades of memories were at my disposal, ripe for altering to fit whatever narrative I desired. I felt a pang of longing for Tim and brightened up almost immediately when the perfect memory came to mind sending me hurrying back to my computer to enter the parameters for the test. I stared at the ‘duration’ box and chewed my lip nervously, I’d only ever gone as long as an hour personally, and I’d let Tim go for a half hour, but those memories were normal, I was planning on messing with things in a big way, merging mental realities to create a living, breathing memory fantasy for myself. “Fuck it.” I thought to myself as I entered four hours into the box and submitted it, clicking ‘ok’ for the numerous warnings that popped up advising me against what I was planning. I opened up the folder of photo’s my mom had sent me and went to the folder of me as a one year old, taking in the scenery of each photo, the furniture in my nursery, the decorations in the house, my clothes, the diapers I wore, I drank everything in and committed it to my memory as I married it with the memory I’d chosen for this test. Over and over and over in my mind I played the memory and added pieces of my infancy to it until I felt that I had a strong enough memory created to get what I wanted out of the machine and hit ‘enter’ and hopped into the chair and slid the head piece on so I could close my eyes as the rushing sound of noise and voices whizzed past me. ******** The original memory wasn’t anything special to anyone but me. I was a week removed from my eighteenth birthday, preparing to head off to college in a few months, my parents were on an anniversary cruise and I was home alone. I’d settled into my room to watch a movie and relax and Tim had knocked on my window, having been locked out of his house with no one to call and no one coming home until the following day. I’d let him in and we spent the evening together watching the previously mentioned movie together on the couch and I’d fallen asleep with my head on his thigh, waking up some point later on in a panic that I’d fallen asleep without getting my nightly protection on. I hadn’t had an accident and Tim had fallen asleep as well, my stirring doing nothing to bring him awake and I just watched him sleep for a minute like some kind of crazed fangirl and kissed his cheek, my heart pounding in my chest at the image of him waking up to find me doing so and covered him up and went to bed, finding him gone the next morning with a note taped to my bedroom door that just read ‘Thanks for letting me sleep over.’. To me, it was one of the happiest memories I had of he and I together pre revealing all of our secrets to one another and entering a romantic relationship. It was something that I’d revisited in my mind theater when I needed to feel better or less lonely, the memory of him just sharing time with me and allowing me to fall asleep on him without any interruption or awkwardness. I choose to imagine he stroked my hair while I lay there, my eyes growing heavier as everything outside of that soft and tender touch faded away and my thoughts dimmed to be nothing more than a gentle descent into relaxed slumber. I’d opted to desecrate that memory, twist it into a perverted fantasy to immerse myself into the world I was planning on exploring once Tim came to live with me. Using the photo of my one year old self in my playpen in the living room as reference, I entered the “memory” in said playpen, a glance down at my body revealed it to be adult in size but infantile in dress, just as I’d intended. I was sporting the ultra fashionable rainbow horizontal striped onesie with Cheer Bear from the CareBears on the front of it in a little circle, her rainbow adorned tummy stuck out to proudly display the symbol as she held her arms out in a cheer, or for hugs or whatever she was doing. Beneath the snaps of the onesie was the thick padding of my diaper, all I could see was white through the gaps in the fabric but I hoped I’d managed to conjure a sized up baby diaper into existence. I looked around at the living room, everything decorated just as it had been in the photo I’d studied, a comically oversized motorized baby swing across the room, toys scattered around the playpen I was in as well as a few outside on the living room floor, the kitchen beyond holding the same highchair I’d been in during my earlier birthday memory. Everything was perfect so far and I looked over at the small mirror attached to the little plastic toy hanging on the side of the playpen, smiling at my eighteen year old self, my hair in little pigtails on either side of my head that lightly smacked against my head as I swished it back and forth, producing a giggle from me, much to my own surprise. “Who’s that pretty girl in the mirror?” his voice asked. My diaper warmed slightly, my continence still very much out of my control, as I looked up at him leaning over the side of the playpen. He was exactly as he had been all those years ago, handsome and strong but not muscular looking. He was thin and fit, the benefit of being a soccer player for many years, his smile bringing another spurt of warmth as I stared at him in awe of his handsomeness. “Can you say ‘Lina’?” he asked, his smile encouraging as he pointed to my reflection in the little mirror. I opened my mouth, my mind forming the words as it normally would, but the “word” that came out was nothing more than a soft babble, the kind of nonsensical string of sounds one would expect from a one year old, despite that one year old being eighteen. I felt a surge of panic at the realization that I couldn’t speak, my hopes of having a conversation with him while he took care of me dashed away in an instant. “Leeennnaaa.” he repeated, stretching each letter out to try and teach me how to say the four letter word. A very different four letter word was in my mind at that moment, the sheer embarrassment of him talking to me like I was exactly the kind of stupid baby I actually was making my cheeks flush as I looked away from him. He leaned down and hoisted me up to my feet with his hands beneath my armpits and quickly lifted me up and over the top of the playpen, his arms crossing beneath my butt to support me as I wrapped my arms and legs around him on instinct. “Don’t be shy, Lina, you’ll get it some day.” he said reassuringly as he carried me to the couch and sat down with me. I pouted unconsciously as he softly bounced me on his lap at the realization that I’d effectively removed the adult part of being an adult baby from the equation and made myself a giant, empty headed baby with a fully functioning adult behind the wheel, powerless to control anything for herself. I’d wanted him to babysit me, flirt with him during a diaper change and have some naughty fun in the prime of our young lives, but none of that was going to happen now and I was stuck here for four hours. I felt my bottom lip quivering as my vision blurred and I started crying, my emotions as out of my control as my potty training. “Aww, it’s okay, baby.” he said softly, retrieving the pacifier clipped to the front of my onesie and putting the bulb between my lips before he hugged me to him and rubbed my back in little circles. My diaper warmed anew as my sucking reflex kicked in immediately, calm washing over me as he rubbed my back and softly bounced me. Every touch and feeling was turned up to eleven for me, like I was high or every nerve in my body was on display with nothing to desensitize or dull the interaction, his bouncing of me was like me pleasuring myself in the tub with the shower head, his rubbing of my back was like being wrapped in a warm blanket while puppies licked my face and I pleasured myself in the tub with the shower head. I wasn’t aroused in the slightest, orgasm was the furthest thing from my mind, if my current form even knew what orgasms were, I was just supremely content and overloading on raw pleasure in its purest and most innocent form. “There, that’s better.” he whispered. I felt a pleasant tingle run down my scalp and spine as I rested my head on his chest, the calm, rhythmic beat of his heart filling me with warmth and bliss I’d never felt before. ‘Daddy’ and ‘love’ and ‘Lina’ tumbled around in my brain, not together at any point, more like one and then another and then another like flashes of subliminal messages within television static. I knew what I wanted to think and say but my real world mind was becoming entrenched in this infantile quagmire of my memory me’s mind, and I didn’t care even a little bit. “Are you ready for a nap, baby?” he asked rhetorically, standing up with a grunt as he shifted me in his arms and headed up the stairs with me. I wanted to struggle against him, to fight going down for a nap that I knew would run out my time here and put me back in my lab alone and missing him, but he was warm and strong and smelled so flipping good. I clung to him lazily, my muscles deciding to become spongy and useless as they ignored my commands. I tried to speak again but only managed a few gurgling noises stifled almost completely by the pacifier between my lips, a grunt of frustration following a moment later, the purpose of it forgotten almost as soon as the noise left my throat. “Right, change first then.” he whispered as he patted my bottom as we reached the top of the stairs. The patting felt dull through the thick diaper and onesie, but there was an almost sticky feeling as he pressed his hand against my seat over and over. Felt my toes wiggling as a wet giggle burbled up from behind my pacifier. “You think it’s funny to stick me with a poopy diaper before your nap, huh?” he asked, not expecting an answer. I smelled it only after he said the words and where I would’ve blushed and felt some kind of surprise at having messed myself without realizing it, I still felt the euphoria of being in his arms until I was on my back on the changing table looking up at him, my head lolling to the side to see the crib across the room and the toys on the brightly colored rug in front of it. I felt the snaps of the onesie pop as he tugged the fabric downward, bunching it up beneath me as he expertly pushed my butt up with a lift of my legs. He sighed. “Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you weren’t a baby?” he asked as he gathered up the changing supplies and set them beside my hip. I wanted to answer and then I didn’t want to, my eyes catching the mobile above my crib, the memory of the tinny music it produced as it slowly turned above me making my eyes feel heavy and a yawn escape me. “Would we be friends?” he asked as he ripped the tapes on the diaper and opened it. The cool air made me wiggle, the warmth of my used diaper returning briefly to catch a spurt of pee that came from the reaction to the air. He wiped me gently, clinically, paternally, ensuring I, the baby, was properly cleaned for her new diaper to be affixed to her before her nap. “More?” he asked, sighing again as he balled up the used diaper. I wasn’t really listening to him, I heard his voice, the deep and calming tone of it replacing whatever I’d been thinking about that had made me feel drowsy and felt my head turn again to see him unfolding a new diaper, the colorful Sesame Street characters on the front making me giggle and wiggle, his open palm on my chest gently holding me still as he lay the diaper down and lifted my legs to slip it beneath my bottom. “You know, in another world I’d be going crazy about this.” he confessed as he powdered my front and backside. “Girls in diapers are kind of a big turn on to me.” he continued as he brought the diaper up and taped it into place snugly. He smiled down at me as he pulled the onesie back down and snapped it closed. “But you’re just a cute little baby in a big girl body, aren’t you?” he asked as he picked me up once more, hugging me to him as he put the used diaper in the pail near the changing table. I was drifting in and out of sleep as we made our way to the crib, nothing but his warmth and calming presence registering to me. He lay me down and covered me up, kissing my forehead softly before pulling the side of the crib into place, standing up and winding the mobile, smiling down at me as the soft, tinny music filled the room. “In another world I’d probably marry you.” he whispered. “How could I not want to spend my life with someone so sweet and beautiful?” he wondered aloud to himself. He was there and gone with a wistful sigh between my heavy eyes being open and closed and opened again and I fell asleep without knowing or understanding anything about what he’d been saying. The “dreams” I had while I napped were a hodgepodge of memories jumbled up and spliced together in a scattered disarray of nonsense, I was in my lab in my playpen and young Tim was sitting in a chair watching me and smiling while Daddy Tim was undressing in the bedroom, standing beside normal me as she lay on the bed rubbing herself seductively for him. I blinked and my mind switched bodies and I found myself staring up at Daddy, my mouth watering as his cock bobbed for a moment as it escaped his lowering pants. Baby me was squatting in the playpen, somehow I knew what she was doing, and young Tim was patting her head softly and praising her in a distant, impossible to hear voice. ******** The lab returned around me as my eyes fluttered open at the sound of the real world rushing back to me and I removed the headpiece and sat forward on the chair, feeling the familiar sensation of a very full diaper beneath me. For a split second I felt like I wanted to cry, my brain recognizing that the feeling in my diaper was unpleasant and crying would make that go away once someone changed me and then my normal thoughts snapped into place and I shook the fog in my head away and rose to my feet to go change, my legs wobbling unsteadily, as I reached back to the arm of the chair to steady myself. I tried to take a step and felt zero stability and felt the urge to cry well up again as fear and uncertainty took hold of me. Lowering myself to the floor, I found those feelings evaporating as the safety of being on the floor on all fours filled me with ease and I crawled forward, looking for my toys. Music started playing across the room and I crawled to it, the source of the song eluding me until it stopped and I looked around for my toys again and then the music returned and I looked around for the source of that, my frustration at hearing the music but not seeing anything that could be making it bring my lower lip to trembling as tears built up in my eyes. I was uncomfortable, hungry, bored, scared, confused and a thousand other emotions all at once and no one was taking care of me and all I could manage to do was throw my head back and wail as loud as I could for someone to come and fix everything. ******** I’d managed to cry myself to sleep, waking up some time later to the horrid stench of my now leaking diaper, sighing in disgust as I gingerly got up from the floor and grabbed my phone off the bed, seeing that Tim had called four times and left me an increasingly concerned sounding voicemail each time. I called him back and he answered immediately. “Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and then remembered I had to talk as he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I was sleeping.” I said, searching for a lie and stumbling upon an almost truth. “You could’ve told me you were taking a nap so I wouldn’t bother you.” he chided. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” I said softly, feeling terrible that he was disappointed in me, that feeling of wanting to cry coming up again. “It’s fine, I just wanted to check in with you and let you know that I miss you.” he said sweetly. I stood there bowlegged thinking about what I wanted to say to him, pee softly dripping onto the floor between my legs as a fresh flow trickled down my leg in little, tickling rivulets. “Wet.” I thought, grinning like an idiot with pride at recognizing something and correctly identifying it. “Did you just wake up?” he asked, clearly assuming I’d wet in my sleep and was still waking up. My thoughts were swimming, waves of confusion crashing over me as I tried to cling to my adult thoughts, pouting as they slipped away from me and teased me with their mercurial evasiveness. I was starting to get really scared and realized I was crying and babbling, the phone laying on the floor in front of me. As I looked down at it, I realized all too late that it was rushing up to meet me as I fell forward and caught myself with a hand on the bed, reaching for the phone with my other hand. “Carolina, answer me!” Tim shouted, his voice full of worry. I panted, my heart throbbing in my chest, my vision growing darker around the edges, pulsating with every beat of my heart. “Daddy, I’m scared.” I said softly. “What’s happening?!” He asked me. I shook my head and the world began to spin violently. “No feewl good.” I mumbled as I wretched and threw up most of the contents of my stomach before slumping to the floor with a squish on my padded butt, my emotions bubbling over as I began to whimper and mewl and tip sideways to the floor, dimly aware that I’d hit my head on the concrete as my vision went white in a flash of pain and then everything faded away entirely. To Be Continued...

Here it is. I'm ecstatic. First some pictures. First the box. Very nice... The information on the bottom of the box: And finally the phone, next to my Cisco desk set: Now the review. The thing charges up with a USB-C connector on the back. A button on the bottom turns it on. It chimes and says "Hi there." You then pair it to your phone and it replies with "Good to go!" You make calls by putting your finger in the dial and dialing. It announces the digit as you do so. Once you start the call you can push the red button on the lower right and turn it on speaker. Incoming calls cause it to make a mechanical ringing sound like an old phone. Yes when you roll i around on the desk the eyes wiggle back and forth. There's a switch on the bottom to lock the wheels so it doesn't roll around if you're trying to get serious work done. About the only thing bad about it is that the handset cord is fairly short, but it's a standard 4 pole 3.5mm plug so I'll probably go buy a longer one. My wife hasn't seen it yet. I'm sure to catch some grief over this.

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

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I usually only poop once a day and that’s in the mornings which suits me because then I can have a shower and get ready for work.

For me it's a bit of a timing game as to when I eat and how long that will take to pass through my digestive system. I'd rather not poop at work, so I avoid breakfast on weekday nights, but I usually poop either once or twice per day, usually early evenings, and sometimes in the morning. Often while I'm still in bed. This works out well convenience wise, as I can take off my night nappy, wipe clean and then have a shower to ensure I'm nice and clean for the start of the day at least. This of course doesn't always work out, but for the most part it's pretty reliable. I'm screwed if I eat anything that gives me an upset tummy at lunchtime. Changing a poopy nappy at work is no fun at all.

I started my unpotty training around 8 years ago, I am now 56. I have always loved to wear my diapers since I was 17, 10 years ago I started to wear 24/7 but I still wanted the choice to stop wearing if I needed. The more a wore the more comfortable and relaxed I felt in diapers, so I decided to unpotty train to wet only, took over 4 years to finely become incontinent. At that time my wife told me that if was going to be in diapers for the of my life might as well use them to mess also. So now I wet and mess when every my body needs, I have never looked back and feel at ease with my choice to unpotty train completely.

I have them, and they do not stay put at all. The harness is recommended, but they charge sooooo much. I once slept with the smaller one in right after taking some oral bisacodyl and Metamucil. Slightly after 1:00 am, I awoke with a cramp, then all of a sudden, splat, there was a huge mess in my diaper. What an amazing feeling. Needless to say, I came right on the spot.