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Implying that people over 60 have no reason to live is NOT a valid statement. And I'm NOT your "Buddy".

In defense of all of us over 60, I just have one thing to say.... You're a moron. And I hope you get your wish.

First story I’ve ever written here are the first 3 chapters of The Chart. This is completely fiction. The Smith household was busy on this cold Monday morning. Wendy was getting ready to go to work while her husband Mike was getting there son ready for the new nanny to come watch Mason while Mike worked from home. The doorbell rang and Mike opened the door and felt a chill down his back as the new nanny, Madison was standing outside the door. Mike said hello and Madison smirked knowing full well her mission here. She was hired by Wendy not only to help potty train Mason but also help him gain a friend or sibling in Mike. Wendy greeted Madison and smiled thinking of her first meeting with Madison a few weeks earlier at a coffee shop. A few weeks earlier….. Wendy walked into the coffee shop and saw the young women sitting in the booth waiting for someone. She knew she had to be discreet to make sure no one heard the conversation she was about to have. She smiled and walked over to the women and said, “Hello, I’m Wendy. You have come highly recommended for what I am needing help with.” Madison smiled introduced herself and said although her practices may seem extreme they are very effective. Wendy sat in the booth and began to explain that it was time to start potty training Mason, however as much as she loved her husband, she had always wanted another child. Mike couldn’t do that though. They struggled after Mason was born only to find out Mike could not produce any more children. This broke Wendy’s heart, and that is when she was recommended Madison’s services. Madison got excited and began to explain what would happen. Madison stated, “No worries, Wendy. Mason will be potty trained in no time but he will soon have the sibling you are wishing for to give him. My process is simple both will have a chart while Mason’s will be introduced first he will fly through his potty training but as Mason will find success, Mike will soon begin to have failure.” Wendy’s eyes lit up as she heard that she would soon have another child and sibling for Mason that she was yearning for. “By failure do you mean potty issues?” asked Wendy. “Yes, very much so and so much more Mike will begin to regress as well. Have you decided on what gender you want Mike to be before we start?” Wendy didn’t even think about that you mean you can make him a girl if needed. She thought she always wanted a daughter maybe Mason can have a sister. She responded, “Well I didn’t even think about that but maybe a daughter, it would be a dream and I can just picture Mason protecting her when he gets older. Yes, she said smiling let’s make Mike be my dream daughter.” Madison was overjoyed this just got better she replied, “Perfect Wendy. Have you thought about how young you want to take her?” “3 months old, is what I was thinking for Mike even before I knew we could change his gender as well,” advised Wendy. Madison wrote all this down and said ok everything is set we will see each other in a few weeks to begin. I can’t wait to start. Wendy could’t contain her excitement, said her goodbyes to Madison knowing she would have her little princess in due time. Back to the present: Wendy stated she was off to work and that she would see Madison later, she gave Mike a kiss and told him to enjoy work. Mike didn’t think anything of it and said his goodbyes and began to log on to his work computer. Madison went over and greeted Mason smiling saying are you ready for some fun and begin potty training. The 2 1/2 year old smiled and cheered, “Yay, Potty Potty!!!” Madison got her famous chart out of her bag where Mason’s name was listed and hung it up in his room. She explained, “Now Mason this is your chart and we have these dinosaur stickers that will be given for all the times you make it to the potty.” Mike could overhear the conversation and laughed at how this was going to work. He’s seen this before and it didn’t work. Little did he know this was just beginning of his day. Mason couldn’t contain his excitement he loved dinosaurs and Madison told him he would get a special surprise for his success. He loved surprises. Madison took him to his potty chair that Wendy and Mike had bought for him and sat him down. She started, “Now Mason this is just your first time so if you don’t go, it is no big deal we will try again in a few hours.” Mason sat on his potty and after a few minutes there was a flow heard in the potty. Madison was surprised and smiled knowing what would happen next as she didn’t expect a success on the first try. She took the little boy over to his chart and helped put a sticker on the chart. Mason excitedly said, “Yay, Potty, I get surprise now?” “Not yet but you will see soon,” Madison told the excited toddler. Meanwhile in the other room, when the sticker was placed on the chart, Mike felt a sudden tingle but didn’t think anything of it and continued to work on his book. Mike was a writer and was working on his next book. He felt he was successful after writing 3 other best sellers. He did feel bad though that Wendy worked so hard but he couldn’t give her the second child she wanted. The change was subtle but Mike at 32 years old suddenly looked a little younger but no one would notice because he certainly didn’t. After the success, Madison brought Mason in to share the good news with Mike. Madison just wanted to see if her chart had started its work. Mason ran over to his dad excitedly, “Daddy, I potty.” Mike smiled good job buddy and looked at Madison approvingly. “I must say pretty good for the first time,” Mike spoke to Madison. “You’ll be shocked at just how effective my practices are plus little Mason here was told he would soon get a surprise once he’s potty trained.” Mike looked at Madison confused but figured it must be something Wendy had spoken to her about. Madison stared at Mike to see the changes as although Mike couldn’t see any changes, she certainly could. She saw that his skin had already become softer and a little younger. She placed his age around 30 she knew the true fun wouldn’t begin for a while she would just have to concentrate on helping Mason succeed only then would she truly see the changes in the future little princess. She smirked knowing the fun was just beginning. Chapter 2 The day went by quick Madison and Mason played and every few hours she would take him to his potty chair to try by the end of the day Mason went on the potty a 2 more times but did have a few accidents in his pull ups. Mike meanwhile saw another few years drift away while he was working. He seemed to have a renewed energy writing his new book but had no idea what was going on that he was regressing every time Mason went to the potty. Madison put Mike’s age around 26 which made her happy after the first day. Wendy got home after a long day at work and met Madison at the door. Madison advised the successful first day for both Mason and Mike. Wendy was excited to see the changes in Mike. She asked Madison to come back early the next morning as she needed to head off to court early. Madison obliged and made her way home knowing if Mason made it to the potty while she was gone Mike would still feel the changes. Wendy walked in the door and saw Mike and Mason playing she could see Mike was already younger and couldn’t wait to see him regress more. She loved Madison’s method of the chart and how Mike would not notice anything different until it was too late. Mike in the meantime greeted his wife and advised that dinner was almost ready. That would be one thing she missed once she got her little girl but it was so worth it. Maybe she could hire a new nanny to come in once Madison’s work was complete unless of course Madison wanted to stay on. The family ate dinner and little Mason excitedly told his Mommy about his day and how well Madison said he did potty training. Wendy obliged and smiled, “Mason do you need to go potty now you are making the face you make when you need to poop.” Mike was oblivious and wasn’t listening but saw that his wife and son were gone from the dinner table. In a short while he heard excitement from Wendy and Mason. His wife explained how Mason had went number 2 on the potty for the first time. She wanted Mike to see Mason put another sticker on the chart. When this occurred Mike grew shorter and younger losing about 4 years off his previous renewed agent of 26. Unbeknownst to Mike he was now 22 and was getting younger. He lost muscle tone and what little facial hair was now gone. He had no recollection of the books he had previously written and had just graduated college recently. He was no longer Wendy’s husband at this age but her boyfriend. Wendy saw this and was elated she had no idea this change would occur but she assumed it was due to Mason going number 2 in the potty. She noted it and would talk to Madison in the morning about it. Right now she had to make love to her boyfriend Mike for probably the last time as tomorrow he would be too young for this he would be her son by then. Mason was put to bed and Wendy and Mike had an eventful night of love. Mike was exhausted after the fact and passed out in bed. Wendy lay awake with adrenaline and excitement knowing all well what was happening. She knew in the next few days she would have her little girl she always wanted and she knew she needed to get everything ready. She fell asleep knowing tomorrow she had to get to work early maybe Madison could assist in getting the nursery ready. Wendy woke up with excitement she noticed that Mike was still passed out in bed next to her. He didn’t even look like he moved at all. She quickly got dressed and ready and by the time she was done Madison had arrived. She advised her of what happened when Mason went number 2 last night, Madison smiled and stated this will occur anytime this happens so she is anxious to see what happens if it occurs today. Madison also gladly accepted getting the nursery ready while Mason was still sleeping and when he napped today. She had a feeling it was going to be needed sooner rather than later especially if she thought was going to occur when Mike woke up. Wendy was off to court and Madison began to prep the nursery in the guest room. She worked quietly as she didn’t want to wake Mason or Mike up she also grabbed an adult pull up to prepare as since Mike had regressed again she knew he may wake up wet. The room was a beautiful girly pink, Madison set the bassinet up and stocked the changing table with diapers they were so tiny but with how young Mike was going to get they were needed. She put all the princess decorations on the wall and then went to check on Mike and Mason. She opened the bedroom door and saw Mike passed out and noticed sure enough the wet spot on the sheets. She rustled Mike awake, “Wake up sleepyhead, looks like someone had an accident.” Mike awoke groggily and confused as to why Madison was in his bedroom. “Where’s Wendy?” asked Mike. “Wendy had to get to court early remember she told you this yesterday,” said Madison. “First things first Mike I think we are going to have to watch today and lets get you cleaned up. Why don’t you go take a shower while I go get Mason.” Mike still confused at how this could happen listened to her and went to shower. Madison smiled knowing full well if Mason went potty Mike would be needing assistance real soon. She walked in Mason’s room with a smile, Mason was just waking up and he saw his nanny looking at him. “Morning Maddi,” squealed Mason. She asked if he would like to sit on the potty knowing full well he must have a full bladder from sleeping. He may have a wet diaper but that didn’t stop him from releasing his bladder into the potty. She clapped for him and said lets go put a new sticker on your chart knowing what would happen next. They put the sticker on the chart and just as that was done Mike had walked past the room he was now 20 years old and just as he was walking by he suddenly lost control and peed himself on his towel and on the awaiting floor below. Madison and Mason looked in wonder, Madison knowing this was going to happened and Mason in shock. Mason yelled, “Daddy went pee pee, he need diapers.” Madison had to control her laughter, “Oh Mike its ok go to your room and I will be right there.” Mike just didn’t understand how this could be happening and went to his room. Madison let Mason go play and went to the bedroom she grabbed her bag, it was time to put Mike’s chart up. Madison entered the room where Mike just stood in shock waiting. “I just don’t understand why this is happening, Madison. I can make it to the potty on time I swear,” Mike exclaimed. He has no idea why he just called it the potty. Madison’s nurturing extinct came out, “Don’t worry Mike I’m sure this is nothing, why don’t we just put this on to be sure. Mike was astonished there was no way he was wearing the same protection his son was wearing. “Why do you have a bag full of things and why is there a second chart with my name on it,” Mike asked scared of what the answer would be. “Oh, Mike I always have these as a precaution and the chart I think will be good for you to help Mason,” said Madison’s reassuringly. Mike looked at her pleadingly hoping she wouldn’t put the pull up on him. For some reason Mike was feeling very submissive and suddenly felt like he should listen to Madison. He lied on the bed and Madison got to work. First she grabbed the powder and the wipes and made quick work. Then she slid his legs through the holes of pull up and pulled it up to his waist. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it?,” Madison said to the frightened adult. Mike just looked down and felt even more babyish now that he had a pull up on. “Madison do I really need a chart too?” said Mike. Madison started pinning up the chart and stated, “Its for the best don’t you want to help Mason succeed in potty training. I’m sure you will get all stickers so there is nothing to worry about.” Mike sulked already feeling like it was going to be a long day, he walked out of the room forgetting his past life of working and went to watch TV. As he passed Mason saw him and said, “Daddy you have pull up on just like me.” Mike just kept walking into the the other room. Madison walked into the play room and sat down with Mason. “Now Mason can you keep a secret,” asked Madison? The boy nodded. You see your dad is having some issues with making it to the bathroom and may not be as big of a boy as he used to be. You shouldn’t probably call him dad anymore but think of him as your brother,” whispered Madison so Mike couldn’t hear her. “So is he like my baby brother since I make it to the potty and he don’t,” Mason said excitedly. “Kind of but don’t make fun of him ok,” smiled Madison. “Otay Madi” replied Mason. Mike sulked watching tv for the next few hours, he felt he should be doing something but couldn’t remember what. Madison popped in a few hours later to check on him to see if he had to go potty. “Mike, how about we try and go potty, you haven’t gone in a few hours,” said Madison. His pull up seemed a little wet but he figured he would try. He sat on the potty and not even realized he released a stream in to the potty. Madison clapped and said good job now lets get you into a new pull up cause this one seems a little wet. “Did you even feel wet, Mike?” asked Madi. Mike was silent he had no idea. They walked into the bedroom where they walked over to his chart. Chapter 3 Mike looked at his chart with disgust, he didn’t need to be potty trained. “I don’t want the same dinosaur stickers as Mason, I want my own,” sounding very childish Mike stated. Madison was in shock but she didn’t think the next transition would be so easy. She smiled, the only other stickers I have are these Disney Princess stickers,” said Madison. Without giving him a chance to fight she put one of the princess stickers on the chart. With that another chill ran over Mike, as changes began to occur. HIs muscle tone became less defined and skin became softer. His hair started to grow just a little bit longer. Mike was oblivious to the changes. Madison smirked on the inside knowing the fun was just beginning. She left Mike and went to check on Mason. Mason ran up to Madison stating he had to go to the potty. She placed him on his potty chair and out came the poop. She knew Mike would be regressing at least another 4 years in the other room. He would be a teenager now but she was sure he also would have another accident. Sure enough she heard crying in the other room. Mike looked to be about 16 and his pull up was soaked and had tears running down his face as he was sobbing unintelligible words. Madison ran over to console him, “There, their sweetie its ok, it’s just an accident. Why don’t you come with me and we will get you changed.” Mike was still inconsolable as Madi guided him over to the bed and laid him down. She got her bag out and pulled the only thing out that she could think of that might calm him down, a pacifier. She slipped it into his mouth and natural instinct went into effect as Mike started to suck on the pacifier. Madi made quick work and changed Mike for the 3rd time since he woke up. Mike finally calmed down but continued to suck on the pacifier as it was really calming. Madison guided Mike into the play room she thought it might be better if he played with Mason while she got lunch ready. Mason didn’t even say a word about Mike sucking on the pacifier but was happy to have a friend to play with. Madison went into the kitchen to get lunch ready mac and cheese and chicken nuggets. She questioned whether she should serve MIke’s food just like Mason’s, she ended up serving it on the same type of plate but would test a regular cup with Mike. She proceeded to go get the kids for lunch. She strapped Mason in his high chair and put a bib on him and then told Mike to sit at the table, he was just standing waiting looking frightened and still sucking on the pacifier. As they ate lunch it was clear Mike was becoming a very messy eater getting mac and cheese all over his face and his clothes. She walked over and said Mike, I think someone needs this as she clipped a bib around him. Mike was speechless but started whining. “I don’t need a bib, why are you treating me like a baby.” “If you keep whining I will feed you myself, now be a good boy and finish your lunch. Make sure drink your milk as you haven’t had anything to drink yet,” said Madi sternly. As Mike went to take a drink from the glass of course he tipped it too much and the milk emptied all over Mike and the floor. Madison knew she should have put it into a sippy cup. She cleaned Mike went over to her bag and grabbed a new pink and sparkly sippy cup, poured milk into it and handed it to Mike. “I’m not a girl,” Mike said reputedly. “Do you want a baby bottle instead,” Madi replied knowing full well what the answer was. “No,” Mike said dejectedly. After lunch she brought Mike to the potty. “I think we better at least try and go potty just to be safe and I think someone needs a nap afterwards,” said Madi. She placed him to sit and she waiting and waiting. “I can’t go, Madi under pressure.” said Mike. Madi obliged and left the room and sure enough she heard a tinkle in the toilet. “See I knew you could do it, sweetie.” said Madi, “Let’s go put a new sticker on your chart.” They went to the room and put another princess sticker on the chart and Madi watched more changes occur. Mike’s hair grew even longer and his hips widened, his chest blossomed to that of a 16 year old. He didn’t think anything of it as it just seemed normal. Madison guided Mike to the bed and said let’s take a nap you’ve had a long day. Mike suddenly felt tired and went to sleep. She went to get Mason ready but first put him on the potty again before his nap. Her method was quick and Mason was becoming quickly potty trained he would get his surprise soon and Mike would become Mikayla, Mason’s little sister. In the meantime Mason went potty again and it was time for another sticker before his nap. They placed the dinosaur sticker on the chart and in the other room sleeping away Mike regressed to 14 years old. Mason was put down for his nap and Madison went the nursery to finish up her work. Hopefully the rest of the story will be done soon.

Chapter 35: Settling In Thief in Service - by LittleFallenPrincess A couple of weeks had passed since that magical night. Tiffany had gone home shortly after messing, and then that night Alex and I... you know... ...It was amazing. And ever since, things have been great. We’ve spent most of the past two weeks around each other, whether enjoying each other’s company in bed, snuggling up, watching movies and shows, or working in the shop together. And during that, and all the times between, we chatted. Discussing our childhoods, our favourite things, our likes and dislikes, plans, dreams, all the usual stuff you’d find out early on in a normal relationship. But because it’s us... this is anything but normal. Sex was amazing, the relationship was amazing, and even the kink was amazing. We had moved on a little bit, experimenting with each other’s kinks, finding out what worked and what didn’t. I spent a good amount of time in littlespace, which I loved, but at the same time I got to try out all the other roles I had wanted to try. One day we tried out pet play. I was a kitty at first, as they are my favourite animal, but it turns out I’m very obedient around Alex, so we adapted and I tried being a puppy. We found that worked better for our dynamic, and whilst pet play isn’t one of my favourite kinks, I still had fun and would happily try it again. Alex even used that Princess collar she had been saving on me, and it surprised me how much I liked being collared... so Alex suggested we think about getting one for me. Not a pet one, but more of a submissive one. And looking at some of them... how could I say no? Even the basic ring one looked amazing, so she promised me one for Christmas, provided I’m good. We tried the classroom at one point; Alex dressed me up like a schoolgirl. And we found out two things: If I’m in that setting, I’m a horny brat with a thing for the teacher... If I’m in that setting but padded... I’m the most well behaved little girl on the planet. Don’t ask me how we found this out, the story is too embarrassing and I will deny everything. We tried the dungeon, but it was still a lot for me to handle. Whilst my submissive side was developing, and I knew I’d love a lot of the equipment in there... Alex promised we’d take it slowly, as I was still only just getting used to the pain from spankings. The one room we didn’t use was the medical play one, although it still intrigues me... so maybe I’ll ask Alexandria if we can try that sometime soon. The final room, the doll room, was the most fun we had during those two weeks. After seeing Tiffany all dolled up and everything, both Alex and I couldn’t wait to do the same to me. We managed two days before we both ended up bringing it up to each other at the same time, and so we instantly rushed to the doll room to try it together. The feeling of being dressed up... I mean sure, I also had that feeling whilst little, which was a super nice feeling. It made me feel loved and cared for, having my outfits picked out and being dressed in the chosen outfit made me feel tiny and protected. But being dressed up as a little dolly was an entirely different feeling. Knowing I was being dressed up as a pretty toy... a toy she could play with... a toy that turned her on... I... it’s hard to explain. Let’s just say I enjoyed being dressed up and having my makeup put on. With my rosy red cheeks and over the top makeup, my hair put into pigtails and a dolly dress on... Alex tied me into the giant doll box and oh my god it was so fun. I even enjoyed it when we combined the doll play with nappies, similar to what we did with Tiff. I definitely think we’ll be trying that again. ------------------------------------------------- Now it was the middle of the week, and we had a few hours before the shop opened. I was wearing my usual maid uniform, I wanted to be ready nice and early for Alex and prepare her breakfast, which went over really well, I even earned myself a kiss and a not-so-discreet hand under my dress! But as we sat there eating breakfast, I could see something was on Alex’s mind. “What’s up?” I asked her. “I... oh nothing.” she replied, brushing it off like it was nothing. “No, go on! Something is up!” I insisted. “Okay fine, I was just thinking about your apartment.” “Oh? What about it?” “It’s just that... it’s a bit of a waste, isn’t it?” She asked. “Huh?” “I mean, you never spend any time in there. You sleep in my bed, you use my shower, your little outfits are in the nursery, your work uniform is in my closet, and your other kink outfits are in the doll room. The only things in your room are your personal items and your public clothes... which you never wear as we never go out so you’re usually in just a nappy, or you’re in one of the many outfits we’ve got for you whilst we’re home.” “So?” “So why don’t you just move out of that, and move in with me? I mean sure, it’s only downstairs one floor... but you could move into my room... and we could... umm...” I could tell she had some grand scheme in mind. “Do what?” I asked her. “Turn your current apartment... into your nursery?” “But I have a nursery.” “Yes, you have ‘a’ nursery. But it wasn’t made for you. It was made for my friends. I want to make your nursery.” “Wait, so... mine? As in we design it together? And it’s only mine? No one elses?” “Only yours. We can keep the nursery upstairs for guests, so the littles aren’t disappointed at the next event. And you get your own nursery. Or maybe...” “Maybe what?” I was lost at this point. “Maybe we move into your current apartment. It’s about the same size as my current bedroom, and we could turn the computer room into your nursery...” “And where would the computer room go?” “Downstairs where my old bedroom is. So a big rotation. My room to yours, yours to the computer room, the computer room to mine. That way I’m close to you even if you want to sleep in the nursery. And we redecorate everything... together.” “So I get equal say in the design of all three rooms?” I asked. “As long as you don’t make everything pink! I like some variety!” Alex stuck her tongue out at me, causing me to laugh. “Okay then. When are we going to start?” “Whenever really. How about this weekend? I can call James and get him and his crew over to sort it all out in a week or two.” “James?” “He’s the one I trust to put together everything in this building, he built all the kink rooms upstairs. He’s discreet, I mean... he has to be. You met him.” “I did?” I started thinking about who James was. “He was the one being spanked by Rachel at the event.” “OH! That James! Oh, yeah I can see why you trust him to be discreet. Well this weekend sounds good! Will I have to do anything?” “We’ll pick out some colours and basic furniture this weekend, that way James can get straight to work as soon as he’s available. You’ll have to pack up your things and move them somewhere for the time being. Other than that... I think that’s it. Anyway, it’s about time to open up the shop, why don’t you go downstairs and open up for me, and I’ll be down once I’ve done the dishes.” Alex ordered. “I’m happy to do the dishes... I mean...” “Shush, you were a very good little maid for making breakfast for us both, but it’s only fair I do the dishes after you cooked. Now go get that cute little padded butt downstairs and open up!” She patted my butt, causing me to squeak a bit and run off out of the kitchen. Crinkling the whole way down the stairs, I couldn’t believe she had added the nappies to my work uniform. Sure, no one could tell I was padded, it was covered by the dress and the crinkling was barely audible to those who knew about the nappy, I doubt anyone unaware of it would even notice the noise, let alone attribute it to my underwear. More and more lately I’ve been put in a nappy by Alex. And that’s not me complaining, I love it. Changes are so special and intimate... even if they didn’t make me feel little (which they definitely do!), they help me feel even closer to Alex as she takes care of me. I just never thought this would be my life. I mean, I never thought I’d get away from Tony, let alone be happy, but to be with this amazing woman, as well as find a side of me that I never knew existed... Turning the shop sign in the door to ‘open’, I walked back to the counter and sat down, picking up a book I had been reading on my breaks. That’s another thing Alex has improved in my life; I’ve been reading a lot more. I’ve gone through a couple of books so far, and I’m enjoying it more and more. I’m at nowhere near the speed Alex can read; she’s able to finish a book in an afternoon, sometimes even a few hours. It’s not like I’m bad at reading, I just need a bit more time to take things in. But still, I’m enjoying it, and so I sat there, reading my book, waiting for Alex to join me on the shop floor. “Hey sweetheart!” Alex rushed down the stairs, out of breath and dressed to go outside. “Huh?” I looked at the clock, realising she had been gone for half an hour! I couldn’t believe I had gotten so into the book. And during that time, not a single soul entered the shop. “Sorry I’m so late, had a phone call.” She said, catching her breath. “Why are you dressed to go out?” “It was work. The company. They need me to go in.” “What? Work? What for? I thought you were hands off with the security company?” “I usually am, but this client is a big one, so they need me to seal the deal.” “Do... do you need me to go with you?” “Don’t worry sweetpea, you stay here and keep the shop open. I’ll be back tonight, but it may be late. So lock up the shop at the usual time, be a good girl, and order yourself something nice for dinner, okay?” “O...okay.” I sighed. “I’m really sorry about this Paige, I know it’s very last minute and rushed, and I wish I could stay with you all day, but I need to go in. I trust you to look after the place and be a good girl. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” The way she asked me... it made all sadness go away. “Yes Mummy!” “That’s my baby. If you’re very good, maybe I’ll treat you this weekend...” ‘Treat? Start with that next time!’ I thought to myself, giggling. “Now, I better get going. You be good, I’ll see you later tonight okay? I love y...” We both stood still for a second, realising what she was just about to say. We hadn’t said those words to each other yet. Don’t get me wrong, I have wanted to the whole time, but I was nervous. I was scared that it was too early to say it. But hearing her say it, or at least hearing her about to say it... “I love you too.” I replied. I could see Alexandria’s heart melt as her smile grew. “I love you babygirl. Forever and always.” My face must have been bright red at this point, because it sure felt like it was on fire. “Get going! You’re gonna be late!” I said, shooing her out of the front door from afar. “Okay baby, be good, I love you! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOOOOU!” “I LOVE YOU TOO MUMMY! HAVE FUN!” I shouted back as the front door closed and I was left alone. ------------------------------------------------- The loneliness hadn’t hit until the second hour or so. After spending so much time around Alex, it was weird being by myself now. But I powered through it, and thankfully I had my book to keep me occupied, so the hours flew by. A couple of people came into the shop, but neither of them bought anything, so it was a very quiet day really. I ordered some lunch to be delivered so I didn’t need to close up or anything to go make myself something, and then in no time it was closing time. I made sure to close up shop and lock up the front and back doors, turning the sign to closed whilst I was there. Looking out to the relatively empty street, the streetlights were on and the dark winter evening had rolled up early. “I wonder what food I’ll get. Chinese? Indian? Could just get a kebab, haven’t had one in a while. Or maybe the new...” Suddenly the shop lights went out and I was plunged into complete darkness. I stood there for a few seconds, unable to move in fear of falling into something or hurting myself. Then suddenly... dim red lights illuminated the shop floor. “Must have been a power cut. The street looks dark too. Is this the backup generator? Of course Alex has a backup generator...” I said to myself, trying to make my way over to the phone to call Alex. But before I could make it, I heard a smash and quickly turned around to see the front door window had been smashed inwards, broken glass covering the shop floor. The dark red light made it hard to see what exactly was going on, all I could make out was a few silhouettes entering the building. Two large and two smaller ones. And as they got closer, and came into view, I could start to make out their faces in the dim light. I opened my mouth... “Wait... Christian?” ...when suddenly something filled my mouth, followed by something that covered my head, plunging me back into complete darkness as someone pinned my arms behind my back. ========================================================== Thank you for the birthday wishes! So Thief in Service finishes on my Patreon on Monday. 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Good morning! It's Friday again! ? https://toofplaypen.wordpress.com/2022/02/11/first-moon-forever-14-2/ I woke up to a light knock at the door. Instantly I knew Liliana wasn't in bed anymore and I let out an involuntary whimper before I saw her slip over to the door. She opened it as quietly as she could to let Marsha in. "Good morning, she's still asleep. I'm about to head out." Marsha could see me slowly getting up on the bed and for her credit didn't give me away. I took aim and left at Liliana, pouncing on her with a giggle. "Morning mommy!" I squealed. "Well good morning, puppy." She purred out. She spun me around off her back and held me like I was really as small as I had appeared the day before. "I'm about to go deal with business, you going to be okay with Marsha today?" I looked like I had to think about it before nodding. "I think so, it'll be nice to get to know her better." Marsha ruffled my hair from behind before pulling my hood back in place. "Okay, I got the tyke. You better get going." As Marsha told her to get going, Liliana let me down and I gave her a big hug. "Have a nice day!" I sang out with a mischievous grin that made her raise an eyebrow before she kissed me on the forehead. She shut the door with a laugh and Marsha waited until we could hear the elevator going down to turn to me. "Okay, what do you have planned?" She asked, smiling. I rushed to grab my phone and show her my appointment. "Oh! So… she teased you about that movie and…" "I'm going with pink and lilac highlights!" I blurted out to her amusement. "And you're sure you weren't into this before, ya little mischievous brat?" To which we both got a good little laugh. ~~~~~~~~~~~ We spent the rest of the morning hanging out watching shows before she got me into another of my new outfits, leaving me in the slightly damp diaper from the night before. So I spent the rest of the day in a huff as we went around town. After lunch she finally said it was time for a change, but just put me back in another Lil King before we went to the salon to get pink bangs and lilac tips in my hair. "You know, she's going to love it, but the fact that you did it because she teased you is just such a little brat move and I'm here for it." Marsha admired my hair as we got back in my car to go meet Liliana for dinner. "Hey, I'm not going to give up who I am. I was going to do something like this soon anyways, so why not now?" I shrugged, starting up my car. When my stereo connected to my Phone, it started playing 'Trouble by Shampoo' and we both burst out laughing again. "Okay, that was perfect, but how do you even know that song?" Marsha asked, still laughing. "The Power Rangers movie? I was always a little nerd and… Kimberly was cute…" I blushed a little thinking back on my crush for the original pink ranger. "She's really nice you know? Amy Jo Johnson?" "Yea?" "Oh, yea...I was an extra for the movie, back when I was actually twenty. I was in front of her in the end scene when they're watching the fireworks. I was so nervous, but she was so sweet and made me feel a lot better." "Oh that is so cool! My big sister is a movie star!" I giggled. "Haha, very funny. Anyways… you're moving in with Liliana Wednesday? That'll be your first full moon too, won't it? How are you feeling about everything?" She sounded concerned. "Well, being a werewolf has been all I've ever wanted, so I'm pretty excited still? I know it'll probably be different from what I've had in my mind, but having mommy and you… I think it's only going to be better than I had hoped? I got my dream, learned about a part of myself I had kept buried and got a little family all at once. I'm feeling pretty blessed honestly." I gave her a shy smile as we pulled up to the restaurant. Liliana was waiting by the door when we walked up and literally face-palmed seeing my hair. "I'm going to have a time with you, huh lil pup?" She feigned exasperation. <Edited by @Alice-chan>

8. Abby arrived at the bathroom, Christopher in tow, just in time to see Hannah quickly place the potty seat on the toilet and lower Cassie on top. Confused, she wasn’t sure what to do with her dad. Hannah noticed her hesitation. “I’m sorry, Abby, I forgot this is your first time. It’s important that your sister use the toilet in order to make the transition off of the potty chair, so your father will be using the baby potty for now. It’s in the closet but we might as well leave it out from now on. As you know every second counts and that may save a puddle.” Abby slid the potty chair out then bent down to undo the snaps of Christopher’s new shortalls. She misread his token resistance. “Try to hold it, Daddy, this will just take a minute.” Once the last snap was pulled away, Abby swiftly pulled down the training pants he had just been put in minutes before, stood, and guided him to a sitting position on the potty. Meanwhile the sound of urine hitting the toilet bowl from Cassie’s direction indicated success for the toddler. “Did you hear that, Daddy? Now can you go pee pee like Cassie just did? C’mon, baby, you can do it.” “Abby, I’m not...” Christopher began, but froze still as the sound of pee splattering on plastic rose to his ears from beneath him. “Yay!” Abby cheered, clapping her hands as she knelt before him. “Good job, girls!” Hannah joined in. “Our first double. This calls for an extra sticker on both charts.” She handed Abby toilet paper and both women proceeded to wipe or dab their respective charge. Christopher barely noticed Abby pulling him to his feet and redressing him as he focused on Hannah’s last words. Who was the other girl? What chart was she referring to? “Why don’t we all move to the kitchen while I start dinner,” Hannah suggested. “It’s Friday night. How do fish sticks sound?” The family moved down the hall and into the kitchen where Hannah deposited Cassie into the high chair and buckled her in. As Christopher went to sit, he noticed that a black trash bag had been taped over the seat of his chair. Hannah saw him hesitate to sit. “Just a precaution, dear. You know how hard it is to clean the cushions.” Grumbling, Christopher sat then spent close to a minute trying to settle his position where he didn’t feel like he was going to slide onto the floor. When he looked up, Hannah was at the stove and Abby was doing something to the front of the refrigerator. “And another smiley sun for big girl Cassie!” Abby said enthusiastically, earning a big smile from her sister. Christopher watched as his daughter placed a bright yellow sun sticker on Cassie’s potty chart. He hadn’t paid it much attention before, but now could see nearly that it had been nearly two weeks since her last rain cloud. “And Daddy, your first sun!” Christopher hadn’t noticed a second chart had been placed next to Cassie’s. It was identical to Cassie’s, but with far fewer stickers. The only two on the chart before Abby placed the sun on it were rain clouds. It wasn’t fair that they started keeping track of accidents without telling him, but he knew how ridiculous it would sound to start an argument over a toilet training chart. He wisely decided to keep mum. Hannah continued to prepare the fish while Abby cut up vegetables and made a salad. Cassie happily ate a few crackers that had been put on her tray while Christopher remained silent. He studied his wife as she worked. Did he do something to offend her? Was she mad at him? The two women soon were placing dinner on the table, fish filets for the women and fish sticks for Christopher and Cassie. Hannah poured herself a glass of wine, then brought a large glass of beer to Christopher. “A reward for your success, honey,” she told him cheerfully. Christopher couldn’t help but feel better. She must not be angry with him after all. He took a large swig. It didn’t taste quite right, but his mood was improving and he wasn’t going to ruin it by complaining. Soon he joined the conversation as Abby talked about acing her math test and the latest gossip at school, Hannah discussed some recipes for Japanese food she had found online, and Christopher complemented them on the dinner. Dinner was drawing to a close when Hannah suddenly remembered something. “Abby, I’ve got an opportunity to get first crack at the belongings of an elderly woman who just passed away before they have an estate sale. I’ll be leaving after breakfast and will be gone most of the day. I’ll need you to take over potty duty tomorrow.” “Mom!” Abby whined. “Jess is coming over tomorrow to hang out. I can’t babysit them all day.” “You don’t have to babysit, dear. I’ll make lunches before I leave and will leave money for pizza in case I’m not back for dinner. Your father can play with Cassie. All you need to do is take them potty every two hours or if one of them tells you they need to go. Jessica has a younger brother, I’m sure she’ll understand.” Christopher assumed that Abby would be thankful if he offered to take Cassie to the bathroom so that she could have uninterrupted time with her friend, and also that his own new potty rules would be suspended when company was over. His mind was so wrapped up in wondering what was for dessert, that he didn’t even think to ask. At breakfast the next day, Hannah busied herself in making lunches for the rest of the family and double-checking that she had everything she needed for the day. She had taken Chrissie and Cassie to the potty, dressed her husband in a onesie and her daughter in a romper, and they were both now happily eating their meals. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chrissie drop some egg down his front before quietly brushing it onto the floor and looking around to see if Hannah noticed. Abby was still sleeping but would have to be woken up before Hannah left in the event of a toileting emergency. She was at the top of the stairs on her way to Abby’s room when her cell phone rang. It was Dr. Strong. “Good morning Hannah. The tests are in and it’s good news/bad news. The good news is that there’s no medical reason preventing Chrissie from staying dry during the day. The bad news is that there’s no medical reason preventing him from staying dry during the day. Your instincts were right. He’s just being lazy and expecting you to clean up after him.” Hannah gritted her teeth at the news. “No surprise I guess, Emily, thanks. I have to run but we can talk later. Oh, and I gave him the first dose last night.” “Remember that the muscle relaxants will start to take effect within a day or two and build in effectiveness for about a week until he’s as weak as a fifteen-month old girl. The timetables for the drugs that will eventually kill off all control of his bladder and bowels are hard to predict as to when they reach maximum effectiveness, but expect occasional accidents to start fairly soon. The estrogen and testosterone blocker are long-term, but you may have a moody teenager as he progresses through puberty.” “Great, another one,” Hannah laughed. “At least no period this time. Thanks, I’ll be ready. Bye.” As she hung up she pondered how much to tell Abby. She deserves to know, as she’ll have to deal with another baby in the family, she decided. But not now when she’s short on time. She sat on the edge of Abby’s bed and gently shook her daughter awake. “I’m leaving, sweetheart. You need to get up to be ready to take the two little ones to the bathroom. They went about forty-five minutes ago so you should be good for a while. But before I go, I have to ask you to do something for me.” The conspiratorial tone of her mother’s voice immediately got Abby’s attention and she sat up. “Sure, Mom. What?” Hannah hesitated before committing to going forward. “I need you to add a, um, supplement to your father’s drinks at lunch and dinner. It’s a powder that’s in an oatmeal box behind the flour and sugar in the cabinet. Don’t let him see you do it. A tablespoon each time and mix it in well. I’ll explain later tonight.” Abby was now wide awake with a hundred questions to ask, but her mother was already halfway to the door. Hannah turned around, smiled and winked at her daughter, and was gone. Abby felt a surge of excitement surge through her body and couldn’t comprehend how she would survive the day before her mom returned. Energized, she headed to the shower before she would go downstairs and say good morning to the babies.

Times Square at the Ball Drop Chapter 3 “When I woke up I didn’t know where I was I looked around it looked familiar but couldn’t place where I was until my sleepy eyes focused and saw I was in a crib it had to be Tony’s crib. I looked around but my God Son wasn’t in the crib with me”. “Helen” I said out loud “that’s not who I am” she answered giggling though the speaker that was hanging on the crib. “Come on sis get me out of Tony’s crib” I said. “Who am I” she asked again giggling. “She sounded like she was in a better mood so I said “Mommy come get me pleassse I hungry”. “I heard her coming up the stairs she walked into the nursery she smiled at me there’s my baby my cute baby brother” she cooed. “She put the gate down reached in and picked me up in her arms. The memory of being 13, 14 and 15 and this past December reminded me of how I loved being picked up by her”. “Did you have a nice nap” she asked as she kissed my forehead. “Yes I remember fallen asleep when you nursed me before too” I said. “Yep even my girlfriends thought you were adorable they always wanted to baby you too”. “Are you wet” she asked but she didn’t wait for an answer she just put 2 fingers into my diaper and looked surprised when she said “baby Jerry is wet what a good boy” she cooed at me. “Helen walked over to the changing table she laid me down on my back and put the strap around my belly”. “Yes Mommy is going to change your dipee but first here is your binkie” she said in baby talk. “She slipped it in between my lips and I started to suck on it”. She pulled the tapes on the diaper "I owe you big time Jerry if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have been able to take care of Tony after he was born”. “As I was taking care of you I learned what to do with Tony I’m grateful for that” she said. “Helen bent down and started to blow bubbles in my belly button and we started to giggle like we did when we were younger”. “When she finished changing me she took a shirt from the closet “handes up” she said and I put my arms through the sleeves and she pulled it down over my small body”. “I looked at it upside down it was the cookie monster staring up at me”. “I took the binkie out of my mouth how the hell do you still have this” I asked noticing it was mine? “Language baby” she said. “I have all your baby clothes when we were younger in the garage I never got rid of them” she answered. “Frank wanted to through all your stuff away to make more room for a work shop I told him if he did I would cut his balls off when he was sleeping he never said that again”. “How is the prick” I asked? “That’s strike two” she said and finished changing me. “What” I said? “No cursing in front of Tony I don’t want him to grow up with a potty mouth like his useless father” Helen said. “Is everything Ok with you and him” I asked? “Sure if you consider that we are separated and filing for a divorce” she said. “Oh sis I’m sorry I didn’t know” I said as I gave her a big hug. “I have Tony and now … I have you” Helen said. “Me” I asked? “Sure now that Frank is gone you can come over whenever you want to be my baby” she said “and picked me up put me on her hip put the binkie back in my mouth and walked out of the nursery and into the kitchen”. “When we turned the corner into the kitchen I almost had a heart attack when I saw a women I didn’t know feeding Tony”. “Sis” I yelled and tried to get out of her arms”. “Shhhhh baby” Helen whispered “shhh” as she laid me in her arms and started to rock me back and forth and walked around the kitchen. She held me tight to her as I calmed down a little. “This is my best friend Samantha Woods-Warren” she said “you don’t remember her” she asked? “OMG Jerry you’re still as adorable as ever” Samantha said and tickled me under my chin. “Here Sam put him in his highchair for me while I make him something to eat” Helen said. “This is one amazing story baby keep going” Jodie said. “Sam took me and put me on her hip and walked over to the extra highchair next to my God Son. Tony didn’t really know who I was yet or didn’t recognize me the way I was dressed he just smiled at me”. “Sam put me in the chair she strapped me in and snapped the tray in place then took a bib off the counter and tied it around my head. Helen was at the stove making me breakfast Sam went back to feeding Tony”. “So baby do you remember Samantha Samantha Woods she said as she walked over to me and sat down next to me. You and she were very close” she said with a giggle. “Helen took the binkie out of my mouth and started to feed me. “Open up here comes the airplane” she said “I opened my mouth and she slipped the spoon in”. “Samantha Woods was my very best friend I think you had a big crush on her when we were younger”. “I heard Samantha giggle when Helen said that I had a crush on her”. “She was the only girlfriend I ever let take care of you” Helen said with another spoon full of Farina. “I stayed a week with my sister and every day Samantha came over her and my sister would baby me and Tony”. “When Tony didn’t empty Helen she feed me her baby milk that was left over” “Samantha was the only girl who gave me a BJ and I gave her pussy a good eating out and we each lost our cherries together”. “She was about the same height as you Jodie she had long blond hair and beautiful blue eyes”. “After the week of being taken care of by my sister and Samantha I had to leave”. “We keep in touch and when I go visit my sister, Samantha is always there and we all played house each of them with a baby in their arms”. “Jerry that has to be the best story I ever heard” Jodie said. “I think it’s time to go find a good spot to see the ball drop” she said. I paid the bill and as we started to leave Planet Hollywood Jodie said “hold my hand or you will get lost”. I took her hand and felt a little tingle. Then we went as close as we could to watch the New Year come in but it was so crowded she picked me up and put me on her hip. I was on Jodie’s hip as the countdown started 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone yelled. Jodie hugged and kissed me on the lips. She held me and kissed me for the longest time tongue and all and I kissed her back. Confetti was flying all over us balloons and beach balls were going left and right. Jodie still had me in her arms “Happy New Year baby” she said to me and she started to kiss me on the lips again tongue and all holding me close to her chest my legs wrapped around her waist in front of her. I could feel my peepee getting harder as we kissed. When she broke the kiss she asked me if I wanted to come up to her place her arms were holding me up around my ass and close to her. “Ok” I said and we started to leave. The train was packed so she held me in her lap facing her. “That was a great story” she whispered “maybe you will let me baby you”? I looked up at her and smiled. “Ok” I said and started to kiss her I didn’t care what it looked like to other people a Mommy and Baby kissing like adults. tbc

Part 6 Later, in the conservatory there was just me and Reece talking and I asked him if he’d been changed by his mum. “No, I’m not wearing a disposable again.” He said with some derision. “What do you mean?” I didn’t understand. “I decided I wasn’t going to play his game. Brian could say what he liked because everyone now knows and although he said it was for Marty,” he looked at me with an air of superiority I’d never seen on my twelve year old cousin’s face before, “I told him and mum that I wasn’t going to be involved any more.” “Oh, what did your mum say?” She just shrugged and said it was up to me. So, I went upstairs, ripped the damn thing off I’d been wearing all day and slid it under the covers of his bed. So, he can do what he likes with it.” “Are you in your undies now?” “Sure... but I see you’re not.” Again there was that tone of superiority that I’d not been subjected to before. He pulled the top of his shorts down to reveal the waistband of his blue briefs to prove it. I felt stupid. My younger cousin, who’d hardly said anything throughout this experience, had stood up for himself and it’d worked. So, why hadn’t I? It was strange from then on because I could feel the heavy material wrapped around my crotch more than ever and see the blue plastic pants occasionally popping above the waistband. I suspected I’d got myself into a situation and didn’t know how to get out of it. Could I simply say I didn’t want to play any more? # “Gran, can I sleep in mum and dad’s room tonight?” I asked hopefully. “I thought you boys had some kind of pact to stay together.” She smiled but looked a bit unsure. “Yes, well, erm, but, uuummm, I think it’s quite crowded and think I’d sleep better on my own.” I hoped I’d made my case no matter how clumsily. “Well, I suppose the offer should go to Brian initially as he’s the oldest... and... Reece asked for it earlier. I’m not sure, but I suppose, if he doesn’t want it then I can’t see why one of you can’t have it. You’ll have to ask Brian first though.” I could see requesting this arrangement wouldn’t go down well with him, as he’d feel I was trying to get away from his influence. He’d be correct but I really wanted gran to say it had already been arranged. As it was I would have to make the approach. However, when I got to Brian he and Reece were already chatting and Reece was looking relieved. As I arrived it was clear that something had been agreed and Reece was quick to tell me he was having the room as he’d organised it with Brian and now, carrying his little case he’d brought clothes in, he was off to sort it with gran. I was left standing there dumbfounded. I mean, I’d been behind in all this and Reece was, well, ahead. I shrugged as Brian asked if I wanted anything. “No, just wanted to, you know, possibly have the room myself.” I said hopefully. At the back of my mind I was telling myself that as I was the next oldest, then it should have been my automatic place to get the room... alas I’d been usurped. “Oh, what a shame, a few minutes earlier and you could have had it. Anyway, it’s only for another night because we’re all going home tomorrow. Well, except for you.” Brian was looking at the used disposable Reece had left in his bed. I had no idea what his attitude was towards such an act but he seemed resigned that our cousin would play no further part in his little game. However, this was excellent news. They were all going home in the morning and thankfully I’d be left on my own... and that would be fantastic. Besides, now I could see a pretty clear end to this ‘nappy business’ I didn’t mind another night sharing a room with my eldest and youngest cousins. Marty found me and asked if I’d play with him so for the rest of the evening until bedtime that’s what I did. Reece had moved his stuff into his new sleeping quarters and I envied the large double bed he’d get to sleep in. However, I would only have to suffer the inflatable and sleeping bag for one more night. # At 8pm Marty, curled up in the crook of his mother’s arm and watching TV, was gently told it was time for bed. He said he wasn’t tired and wanted to stay up but his eyes had been drooping for quite some time so she took hold of his hand and led him up to the bedroom. Aunt Judy looked over to Brian and said, “I’ll see to him tonight love he might take a bit to settle.” “OK,” her eldest replied with a nod. “Fiona, can you warm some milk for him please and bring it up when it’s ready?” Her daughter sighed heavily but did as asked and ventured into the kitchen where Aunty Pat and Uncle Frank were animatedly discussing something. I didn’t know what. Meanwhile gran gently tugged at my sleeve. “You might as well go up and get changed as well sweetheart,” she gently whispered, “do you both at the same time.” For a moment April looked a little bemused but didn’t let that distract from her watching what was on TV. I saw a grin spread across her face but she said nothing. I looked at gran in astonishment and shiver ran down my spine. It could have been embarrassment, guilt or something else but what I do know was that a spurt of pee found its warming way into the front of my padding. So now I did feel very guilt-ridden and uncomfortable. It was like every time the fact that I was wearing a nappy was observed or commented on, made me spontaneously pee into it. Gran was still watching my reaction and smiled knowingly, encouraging me to go and get it over with. “You can come down after if you like but go up now and then it’s done.” She smiled as if she was suggesting the most natural thing in the world. I don’t know why she just assumed I’d be wet, perhaps because Brian had changed me when we got in from the races. Maybe she had a sixth sense or, more than likely, just guessed it was time seeing as I’d been wet a few times now. Anyway, I didn’t know whether to object and say I was OK or simply ignore her but it was gran so reluctantly followed Aunt Judy up to the room. I knew that if she checked she’d discover I was already more than a little damp and that would just confirm her suspicions that I needed a fresh nappy and couldn’t be trusted with the truth. If that was to occur, maybe from then on there would be further, sporadic inspections of my nappy status. I didn’t want that to become something else to worry about. Reluctantly, I trundled upstairs thinking how I’m fourteen and this just wasn’t right. However, the pee had soaked in quite a bit and had a waddle that was more obvious as I climbed the stairs. The wet fabric being more clingy next to my skin than a wet disposable. Entering the room aunty had already started on her son; the nappy bag was open with all the stuff needed to make him comfy for the night. One of the inflatables had been removed so we all had a bit more space. “Ah Danny, same for you?” She smiled a welcoming smile, again, as if it was the most normal thing to happen. “Can you go and get your stuff please love? It’s in the cabinet in the bathroom.” In fact, it hadn’t clicked just how normal changing my nappy had become. Everyone knew about it and no one but me seemed to bat an eyelid at it happening. This was something new, me getting my own nappies and powder and everything. I wasn’t sure why but I thought this aspect of getting a change was a very strange thing to do... but with a wet nappy and gran’s and auntie’s encouragement by now I was on autopilot. This was going to be the sixth different person to change my wet nappy and I wondered when it would all end. Did the entire family have to have a go before I’d be out of the damn things? I toddled down to the other end of the corridor, it always seems such a distance from the bedroom, but was more aware than normal about the thick, wet padding hanging under those red shorts of Brian’s. The cabinet door was already open so I don’t know if it had just been restocked or someone else had been having a look. I couldn’t believe just how much gran had found as there was quite a pile of thick fabric nappies and a couple of pairs of creamy-coloured rubber pants. There was also a bag of soaker pads and a couple of near empty packs of teenage disposables... with patterns and indicator stripes down them. I grabbed the disposables, pants and a couple of soaker pads and made my way back. When I got there Fiona had arrived with the bottle for Marty but he was proving a bit fussy and didn’t want to take it. However, once he saw me he calmed down and took the bottle but wouldn’t drink no matter how much coaxing he got from his mother or sister. I think he was waiting for me to come to bed. Seeing me standing hauling my own supplies Fiona smiled. “Do you want me to change you Danny?” I just hoped she didn’t say “Again.” That would have been too much; her mother knowing her daughter had already padded me up. “No love,” Aunty admonished, “stop teasing... Danny’s doing a terrific job, look how much he’s involved with his cousin.” She indicated the smile on Marty’s face once he saw me begin to get ready. “Anyway love, I’m sure Danny doesn’t want you hanging around so...” she indicated the door and told her to “scoot”. “Ohh mummmm” It was a pretend protest because she giggled as she left. “Right Danny, let’s get you sorted and into your... ah disposables?” She observed as I unloaded them onto the bed. “Yes, I can understand... Brian always preferred disposables when he was your age... although granny usually insists on fabric.” What? What was I hearing? That Brian wore a nappy... at my age? Well! # “Did Brian wet the bed then aunty?” I barely whispered my incredulity. “Oh yes sweetheart. That’s one of the reasons he’s so good with his little brother... he understands what he’s going through.” I had to think about this. So that was the reason gran had all this stuff on hand because it used to be... my ‘big butch cousin’s’ when he came to stay. However, this had got me thinking more about Brian than my own situation. I couldn’t quite get my head around why he was so insistent that both Reece and I should wear protection on that first day after we’d been put in it by Aunty Pat. Meanwhile, now aunty had Marty ready she could pay more attention to me but my attention was elsewhere. Whilst I contemplated this latest news she just got on with pulling down my pants and getting things underway. He’d insinuated that it was something the adults had already decided should happen if we woke up soaked, and soaked we were. Although we didn’t question it too closely at the time (I suppose because we both thought him a bully and capable of doing us harm) maybe we simply tried to dismiss what was happening; adults being adults and often keen that we should ‘do as we say - not do as we do’ or some such irritating remark. Then Brian’s assertion that we should help poor little Marty cope with his slow potty-training might have been an after-thought. I didn’t see it as a problem as I wore them myself until later... much later. I partly wondered if slow potty training was some kind of trait. If Brian also... no... this wasn’t right because if he was my age and wet... that meant he was in protection at fourteen... like I was now. Oh this explained a lot... though wasn’t sure what. Had he engineered it because he had to wear a nappy at my age that now his cousins should also do so just to prove it wasn’t only him? Things were getting too complicated... and yet? If that was the case, why then had I begun to wet so often? I mean, I wasn’t wetting before the party and although Brian had made me wear a disposable in the first place, he hadn’t made me wet or crap in the thing, even though I blamed him for my doing so. I’d done both things and not just once, my nappies were now wet whenever someone suggested a change and suddenly I’d realise that’s what was needed. I’d wet without knowing I was doing so. I knew Brian liked the fact that my nappies were always sodden and now I knew why. However, it looked like I was happy to use them but I wasn’t happy at all, umm, was I? # Brian never flinched from changing neither mine nor Reece’s soaked nappies and was quite thorough but gentle when he had. When I think about it I’m quite confused. Brian started this thing off, actually, no, the fact we only had one available toilet in the house and the place was packed with so many people, that’s what started all this off. Brian must have just seen an opportunity and run with it to see where it might lead. The bag of disposables left under his bed perhaps the key to the way his mind worked? Actually, now I think about it, as far as I knew neither of the girls were put in disposables, and nor was Brian so why was it just me and Reece? Why had it been decided that the boys getting to the loo would be a problem when it wasn’t for anyone else? I needed answers but for the moment I needed to get my thoughts in order to confront anyone. Perhaps in the morning before everyone departs. However, for me... well... even as Aunty Judy was wiping me down and commenting what a wet nappy she’d just removed, I was going along with it. Possibly, the reason nappies weren’t thought of as strange was because of Brian’s past. Maybe, it was just accepted that boys of any age might need some help... and in this case that help was thick protection. Then there I was, fully enclosed and having a pair of cream coloured rubber pants wriggled up my legs. The bulk was quite thick but now he saw what I was wearing Marty began to settle down with his stuffed horse on one side and his teddy bear on the other. It was amazing just how much notice the lad took of what was going on so maybe Brian had been correct in what we were doing had some kind of influence on the way the tot felt about himself. I don’t know how that would work but I’m not a three year old and don’t know how the brain works on a boy that age. Anyway, once I was finished aunty turned attention back to her son and tried to encourage him to drink from his bottle. He giggled a little and then held it out for me. “Oh Danny, will you be a sweetheart and pretend to drink... you know to encourage him... otherwise I’ll be here all night?” It was just an off-hand plea but I thought it quite a strange request. “Erm, er,” but as usual I found the bottle in my hand and aunty flattering me to drink. Now it’s some time since I last used a bottle. Come to think of it, this was the first time I’d seen Marty use one since he’d been here as well. Aunty was quickly in, “It just soothes him down. Some nice warm milk filling his tummy and he’s settled for the night.” “OK,” I tried to drink from it but it wasn’t easy. “Maybe if you squeezed the teat with your tongue you could get a few drops out rather than just suck.” Aunt Judy instructed. I thought I was only supposed to be pretending but perhaps she thought her son wouldn’t be fooled by mere pretence. “OK.” Eventually I got a few quick spurts out and realised you had to get a rhythm going to make any headway with a bottle like that. “Take a few good gulps and then let’s see if he’ll take it.” Aunty monitored my nursing abilities. “Tastes OK,” I ventured a nod towards Marty between gulps but lost the rhythm and had to start again. “Oh well in that case sweetheart, I’ll get one for you.” Aunty teased. After about five minutes, and Marty watching my commitment, he reached out and asked for it. I handed the bottle back and he immediately settled down, soothing himself as he downed the rest of the milk. I had to agree with my little pal, and as it was something I’d not had for ages, warm milk was a very comforting way to end the day. He also got to hug his new stuffed horsey and teddy so no doubt twice, no, three times as comforting. # His mum bid him ‘ni-night’ and asked if I was coming down with her. As I was only wearing protection I looked around for my jammies but didn’t know where they’d got to. The shorts had been left somewhere, probably in the bathroom, and I didn’t fancy that journey, so decided to stay with Marty until he fell asleep. “You’re an angel,” was his mother’s description of my selflessness. “I’ll get something for you...” She didn’t finish exactly what she was getting or for what. Ten minutes later she came back upstairs and saw that Marty was fast asleep and had finished his bottle. I was standing at the side of his little bed deep in thought wondering what a three year-old dreamed about. I’d just about forgotten that I only had on a t-shirt and a very thick nappy and some glossy plastic pants. However, his mother had come armed with another bottle and cheekily added that I might as well have it as I’d liked the taste. “Aunty, I’m not drinking from a bottle.” I said annoyed that she thought this was funny. She took the empty bottle from Marty and slipped a dummy magically produced from her pocket between his lips, which he immediately started sucking. “Well, it’s up to you of course but why let it go to waste?” There was that fun giggle she used when she joined in with any of her kids games. “Anyway, I’ll leave it with you so, please yourself. Thanks for getting Martin off... it’s much appreciated.” She patted my padded bum in thanks. Once we were left I toddled over to my sleeping bag and slipped inside. I was still holding the bottle and the warmth in my hand was quite nice, and I had liked the taste, so found myself nursing and enjoying the flow. No wonder Marty had enjoyed it so much. Before long I realised I was sucking on air but my belly felt pleasantly full. #tbc#

This is more of a personal update that I thought I would share. I’m not necessarily looking for advice or support. Though I’d be delighted to hear others’ comments on the topic. Anyways I’ve noticed a massive uptick in the number of instances where I’m wet or more wet than I realized. It used to be once in a blue moon but recently it’s happening daily and sometimes multiple times in a day. I’m not upset about it. Quite the opposite! It’s an amazing feeling to check your diaper and be surprised by how wet it is! Or to be legitimately thankful your diaper has wetness indicators to make your life easier. ? As for why it’s happening my guess is that it has something to do with ignoring or at least filtering out the sensation of bladder fullness. For years now I’ve had difficulty making myself go on command thanks to weak and uncoordinated muscles. Usually when I sense bladder fullness, I expect a wetting to follow. However recently when I sense pressure it’s mild and so I honestly forget about it when I get distracted by some other thought or sensation or activity. At some point later on I will notice my diaper is wet. It’s like the bladder pressure I experienced is useless noise and irrelevant. It just means at some point down the road I will probably wet, which I already knew. There are some unresolved questions I’d love to have answers to: 1. Can someone with an intact neurological system pee without having any preceding sensation of bladder fullness (During the day time)? Would that explain why I wouldn’t realize I’m wetting if I’m distracted? 2. Why is it that the recent sensations of bladder fullness are milder and easily ignored? Is it that my bladder size is shrinking so the nerve receptors aren’t able to detect and send sensations of bladder fullness? Or is it that my brain is better at ignoring the sensation? Or is the reflex so strong that I’m voiding before the bladder even gets full? Or what if my stream is so weak I don’t realize I’m peeing and I’ve learned to ignore the bladder pressure? 3. Can one fully dissociate the sensation of bladder fullness with need to void once they’ve been potty trained? Even I’m skeptical of that. In my case it’s more so that I can’t do anything about the fullness sensation and it’s less noticeable so I’m more or less ignoring it and focusing my attention elsewhere. 4. Unfortunately I can’t figure out a way to test these hypothesis as the more I pay attention to the sensation the more aware I am of the status of my diaper. 5. Is this what babies and toddlers experience? Mild bladder pressure is simply a sensation and one that is easy to ignore. 6. Most importantly will this lead to more instances of wetting without realizing? I hope so, but I’m not sure. (Edited for clarity)

No need to state the obvious!

As a guy that just hit the last part of his 40s last year, I can tell you right now that I want to live as long as I possibly can, and be as healthy as I can while doing so. You can be any age you want, and I have seen people who are as Nimble at 65 or 70 as they are in their 50s. Just because you are over 40, 50, or 60, does not NOT MEAN Your body will “break down and cause you issues”. There have been issues of people who have had medical issues because of aging, but just because you’re over 40, 50 or 60 it does not automatically mean that you should retire to your Rockingchair for the remainder of your existence. I’ve even worked with 90 year olds that are still as sharp as a tack! Even my father, at 75 years old, lives his life to the Fullest extent that he can. He had a tracheotomy a couple of years ago, because he wanted to be a great granddad, and he noticed that he was having major problems, and without this operation, he would’ve been in a position where he wanted to pack it in. My dad has never been a wimp, and he has always been a tough son of a bitch, but I have never known my dad to give up very often. My dad has always been strong for me and always been a role model for me to follow, and if he decides that he wants to live as long as he can, then I support him. He has medical issues just like everyone else, including severe asthma, but my dad decided to take the risk even at 75, and because of that, and because of our pulmonologist, my dad is a functioning individual, who takes every day and makes the best of it, doing the one thing that he does well, and that is taking care of his loving wife. ??? I am not afraid to grow old either, but I want to be able to do that gracefully, and be able to be as mobile and is able to do what I do I on a frequent basis. I am so focused on this that I have scheduled an appointment with a surgeon to determine what my options are if my neck decides to be a pain in the ass and hurt and causes problems for me. Methinks Baby spider boy ended up getting tangled in his own words and web on this one. Brian

Yep, it always feels good when you have a big load in your pants in the morning!?☺️?????????❤️?? And no leakys which is good, and then daddy comes in to change your dirty diaper.????❤️???☺️??♥️? Heaven!???☺️???♥️????????? Just be sure not to get a rash, okay buddy?!????❤️?♥️?????❤️?☺️??????❤️

Chapter Eight Grace debated the best way to handle her…issue. (Okay, it’s my own head, I don’t need to be coy. I’ve got to pee.) She squirmed at her desk. This had been part of the plan, of course, but the difference between theory and practice was that in the world of theory, she wouldn’t actually have to do the whole ‘peeing her pants’ thing. Though she could hold it for a good long while if she needed to, Grace was at the point where it was hard to focus on anything except her aching bladder. She wouldn’t be able to get anything done until she gave up and just… (Okay, there’s one more thing I can try.) It was stupid, but so was Pearce. There were worse plans in the world. Getting up, Grace straightened her shortalls and left her room, knocking on Pearce’s door. “I just got you water,” he called. “Unless you’re not Grace.” She opened the door. “No, it’s me.” “Well then, my point stands. Whaddya want?” “Just curious if you wanted to give up yet,” Grace suggested, expressing as much flippancy as she could while fighting back the flood gates. Pearce’s eyes widened in a knowing grin. “Oh, man, you’re about to wet your diaper, aren’t you?” “No!” Grace lied. Her knock-kneed stance as she tried to keep her bladder under control betrayed her, and Pearce exuded smug confidence as he asked, “So are you ready to give up yet, piddle pants?” Grace flushed with embarrassment and anger at the suggestion. “No! Fuck you.” “Ah, someone’s grumpy. I think you need me to check your diaper,” he teased, pushing away from his computer. “You know I’m not–” “Ah-ah,” Pearce tsk’ed, strutting over to her. “I don’t know anything for sure.” She fumed, and debated pushing away from him, but that wouldn’t improve anything. She’d need to put up with this for a day or two until Pearce burned out, after all; at least she was still dry for the moment. Standing over her with a smug smirk, Pearce kept eye contact with Grace and reached down, pulling the snap-buttons on her overalls and squeezing the outside of her diaper. “Well, it certainly feels dry,” he said. Leaning forward, he reached past her and shifted to the back of her diaper. “Hey!” Grace objected. “No stinkies, either,” he said. “I’m impressed. As much as you cry like a baby, you’ve at least managed to keep your diapers dry for almost two hours. Good job.” “It’s been four,” Grace corrected. “Ooh, wow, I’m impressed,” Pearce said, putting his hands to his cheeks in mock astonishment. “You kept your diapers dry for four whole hours? That’s got to be some kind of a baby record!” “Ugh.” Grace turned, wheeling on her heels so she could find somewhere… else. It didn’t matter where, she just didn’t want to be around Pearce, when she… (Goddammit.) She was going to have to do this, one way or another. Pearce wouldn’t let her out that easily. Grace shut herself back in her room, clenching her jaw in annoyance. (Okay, just…do it. It’s fine. It’s just pee.) Her body fought her. Years of practice in ‘not making puddles on the ground’ were difficult to overcome, and as soon as she tried to go, the pressure shrank back, refusing to give her an easy way out. (It’s my body. I’ll pee if I want to!) Devising a way to force the issue, Grace left her room, stalking across the hall to the bathroom. She wouldn’t be using it much in the coming days, but the sink had a hot water tap, and she knew her fair share of elementary school sleepover pranks. She turned the sink’s tap to hot, waited for the water to warm, and stuck her hand beneath the stream. Worked like a charm. The need to pee returned in a heartbeat, and this time her body willingly gave in to the pressure, flooding her diaper. It didn’t quite feel like she’d expected. Half her brain had anticipated the wet sopping sensation of peeing her pants, feeling the urine slosh down to her socks, refusing to believe that the diaper would do its job. The other half expected it to not really feel like anything, as though the diaper were magic. The truth was somewhere in the middle. She could feel the warmth trickle down and soak into the thick pulp of her diaper, padding swelling as it drank everything up over a matter of seconds. It didn’t drain away and disappear instantly; she could feel it pooling in her diaper for a moment before it was wicked away, but the experience was still largely painless. It took her a while to finish. Thirty seconds or so; she’d been holding it for a while. When she was done, she stood up straight and her diaper sagged, tugging down on her onesie and shortalls but mostly held close to her skin. It was heavy enough that she could feel it, though it didn’t affect her stride all that much. “That was something,” Pearce snickered. “You know you do a thing with your eyebrows when you pee?” She turned and blanched; he was leaning in the hall across from her. He’d probably watched the whole show. “Gross!” she objected. “You watched?” “Lil diaper babies don’t normally care if anyone sees them going pee-pee,” Pearce snickered. “Do you suppose I need to check you again, make sure you’re not gonna leak?” “No,” she gritted her teeth and stormed down the hall, intent on pushing past him. He held up a hand. “Rhetorical question, baby bottoms. You really flooded your diapers, I genuinely need to check.” Grace balled up her fists and looked at the ceiling, groaning. “Fine, just get it over with.” Pearce half-obeyed, not acting quite as showy this time around. He just gave the front of her diaper a squeeze, testing its weight, moving his hand down between her legs to see how much had soaked through. (Just say it already. We both know you’re going to say that I–) “You need a change,” he declared. “After I peed once?” she balked. “After you flooded them once,” Pearce countered. “Seriously, how much did you drink? Or–don’t answer, I don’t care, but I’m not gonna risk you leaking, that’s not what a good babysitter would do.” His strict adherence to both the letter and spirit of the rules irked Grace, but she couldn’t justifiably complain about it, not when that was the whole point. “Fine.” “Changing mat’s in my room,” Pearce said. “Come on, let’s get this taken care of.” Grace crossed her arms over her chest and fumed as she followed him. If Pearce insisted on changing her after every petty accident… (Well, wait, that might burn him out faster. Why am I mad about this?) She still put on her show of petulance as she waddled after him, but that was only so she wouldn’t reveal the thought she’d just had. She had to wait while Pearce sifted through a pile of boxes and laundry by his bedside to fish out the changing mat, but once he’d unrolled it, she laid down and waited for him to start. Pearce set the fresh diaper by her side, stacked next to powder, wipes, and a tube of rash cream that still had a layer of tamper-proof plastic around the cap. He unsnapped the buttons on her shortall flap, did the same for her onesie, and revealed her soggy diaper beneath it all. “I’d make a joke here,” he said, “But honestly, we’ve all had our own bodily fluids spilled on our clothes at one point or another–it usually just comes after a lot more alcohol.” Grace rolled her eyes. “I’ve never been that drunk.” “Then what’s your excuse?” he joked, eyes sparkling. He untaped the diaper and rolled it up, using the tapes to stick the whole thing into a wadded ball. Setting aside Grace’s old diaper, he took two wipes from the pack. Grace braced herself, remembering his trick with the refrigerated wipes from last time, but the expected chill didn’t come–the wipes were just at room temperature. “Already forgot to put the wipes in the fridge?” she asked. “You’re slacking.” Pearce hesitated. “It just seemed a little mean,” he admitted. (Obviously he’s lying to cover up that he spaced out.) He cleaned up the residue between her legs, set aside the wipes, sprinkled a thin layer of powder. “Looks like there’s no need for rash cream yet,” he said. “Well, yeah. I was in that for like, five seconds,” Grace said. “Still, good to check,” he said. “What good babysitter wouldn’t?” She rolled her eyes. The new diaper went on, snugly in place, and he snapped her buttons back. “Whelp. All good ‘till you fill it up again.” “Thanks,” Grace said, pushing up onto her elbows. “I was going to make dinner in about an hour,” Pearce said. “Chicken nuggets sound good?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Just chicken nuggets?” “Well, there’s ketchup, or I got some swanky dipping sauce from the store–” Pearce started. “No, I mean, no side dish? No vegetables?” Grace asked. “Not even like, some dinner rolls?” Pearce scratched his head. “Uh. No? I hadn’t planned on it.” Grace pinched the ridge of her nose between her fingers. “A loose pile of chicken nuggets is not a meal.” “My niece–” “Your niece has the palette of a child and would eat nothing but vanilla ice cream if you let her,” Grace snapped. “Rules say you can’t just serve me one thing.” “Fine! Jeeze! I’ve got some canned veggies, I can heat those up,” Pearce said. “Anyways. I should get back to work.” “Me too,” Grace said. “And you said food in an hour, right?” “Give or take,” he said. “Uh-huh.” She gave him a level look, standing up. “I’ll come knock on your door in fifty five minutes or so to remind you.” He shrugged. “If you want, I guess.” She rolled her eyes and waddled out of the room, wondering why she’d expected anything better from Pearce in the first place. Chapter Nine of The Baby Bet, 'Bedtime, Bathtime, and Beyond' is already up on Patreon and SubscribeStar! If you can't wait to find out what happens next, (or just want to help support my writing,) you can click below! https://www.patreon.com/posts/62421021 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/534785

A Rearz Lil Bella this morning...oops left out that my diaper is wet and messy.

I remember going through the 'binge and purge' cycle back when I was much younger. I couldn't understand the urge to wear diapers.....and I still don't. That said.....I came to terms with being a DL a long time ago. I can't say that things will get easier for you but I can say you're definitely not alone in your feelings.

In the same way an bottle would've been.?☺️???❤️?????♥️??????? And besides there's nothing wrong with a fetish. Even though, for you I think it's more about the security and love that an diapie provides you.??❤️? It's a lifestyle, not a fetish. And I'm the exact same way buddy!??❤️???

Well for one thing you have less pelvic muscle strength, can effect ejaculation if still able to perform, prolonged diaper usage can reduce speed count/fertility, bladder can lose its elasticity, if not emptying fully can cause bladder drop leading to the need for catheterization which can lead to urethral scarring,...... I'm sure I'm missing some things

Abby's age wasn't stated when I first posted and the mods thought that the first time she changed her stepfather's diaper bordered on a sexual situation, so they asked me to fix it. It's now stated in two different places that she's 18 and also noted that she goes to college. Not a big deal, I understand they have to be cautious.

It had taken quite a bit of prying on Matilda’s part to get Jenny to tell her where exactly she had seen spiders in the apartment. At first Jenny had been reluctant to tell her and Matilda couldn’t understand why. She worried their link went both ways, and Jenny could feel the need for revenge seeping from her pores, but when Jenny admitted it was because she didn’t want Matilda to be afraid, she breathed a sigh of relief. “In the bathroom, behind the toilet.” She finally admitted. Now Matilda understood why Jenny didn’t want to tell her. There was something unnerving about needing to keep an eye out for creepy crawlies with your pants around your ankles. It was a good thing she wasn’t afraid of spiders; it was things that flew, Matilda couldn’t stand. Now, if Miss Honey had told her she had seen a wasp in the bathroom, she would also be peeing in the trashcan and levitating it to the toilet. “Are you sure they aren’t in the cupboard? They are called ‘cupboard spiders’ after all.” Hortensia said. They were both armed with flashlights and were searching the studio for spiders. They had come under the pretense of collecting Matilda’s things, since she would be staying at Hortensia’s until Jenny was released from the hospital, but they had finished packing ten minutes ago. “They're called False Widows, actually.” Matilda called from the bathroom. She had looked behind the toilet, but she hadn’t seen any. There were none in the shower, or any corner of the bathroom she could see. Hortensia had been on board with the idea of unleashing a horde of poisonous spiders on the Trunchbull in theory, but when it came time to actually searching, she seemed more than a little reluctant. She looked like she’d rather be anywhere than in the small confines of a room with a history of sending a grown adult to the hospital. “Well, I’m not seeing any.” Hortensia said, not a hint of disappointment in her voice. “Are you sure she even got bit here?” “Have you looked under the bed?” Matilda picked up the bathmat and shook it out, followed by the towels hanging on the rack. Nothing. If I was a spider, where would I be? Somewhere dark…somewhere like… Matilda’s eyes rested on the cabinet sitting on the floor next to the sink. Somewhere like under there! She got down on her hands and knees and shone the flashlight into the small gap underneath. Her stomach rolled. She wasn’t afraid of spiders, they were useful and interesting, but ugh! She hadn’t expected to come face to face with one so large. “Hortensia! I need your help.” Matilda said, getting off the ground and making her way to the kitchen. She needed something to catch it in. She grabbed an empty water bottle off the counter before pulling out a knife. Matilda’s hands were too small to hold comfortably without risking injury, so made the blade levitate and begin sawing through the plastic. Once the top neck was removed, leaving a bit enough opening to rehome her new little friend, she turned to Hortensia. “I need you to pick up the cabinet in the bathroom, and I’ll catch whatever comes out.” Hortensia did not look too keen on this idea. Her eyes darted in panic around the room. “Unless, of course, you’re afraid.” Matilda added, with a raise of her eyebrows. “I’m sure the other kids in my class would love to hear how the big, tough girl in top form needed a runt in the bottom to catch a itty bitty spider for her.” Matilda batted her eyelashes at her. “I’m not afraid.” Hortensia grumbled, sounding entirely unconvincing as she eyed the bathroom wearily. “I’m just wondering what you need me for? Why can’t you just use your powers?” “Because every hero needs a sidekick.” Matilda said with a grin. Hortensia scowled and muttered something under her breath before reluctantly following the smaller girl into the bathroom. “On the count of three.” Matilda instructed, before taking a deep breath herself. “One, two, three!” Hortensia lifted the cabinet as Matilda used her powers to pull anything and everything into the bottle. She waved her arm out and then back in like the lever on an arcade game as if she was trying to knock a prize down into a door, but instead of tickets, she managed to scoop up dust, cobwebs, a Q-tip, one fake fingernail, a cotton ball and finally two spiders. They were massive, hideous things with large butts and long legs. She placed a washcloth over the lid and tied it down with one of Jenny’s hair ties. “I’m done, you can put it back down.” Matilda said. Hortensia let the cupboard crash back down to the floor and let out an exaggerated sigh. They both stared at the contents of the bottle. One of the spiders was desperately trying to claw its way out to freedom, while the other seemed content to hang out with the cotton ball and other debris at the bottom. With that done, the girls grabbed Matilda’s things and headed out of the apartment, but not before Matilda muttered, “You’re not a sidekick to me.” ……… Jenny flinched awake when she heard knocking on the hospital door, before a tall woman in heels wearing a business suit and a name tag which read Michelle Calver, L.S.W. strode in. A social worker? What was a social worker doing here? Was she here about Matilda? The woman introduced herself and pulled up a chair next to Miss Honey’s bed. Jennifer could feel her heart begin to pound with anticipation and unease. She took her pillow and hugged it to her chest. “Do you have a moment to talk?” Michelle asked. Well, Jennifer couldn’t exactly say she was busy, could she? She nodded her head, gripping the pillow tighter. She felt so small, fragile, and powerless being in the hospital, and she hated it. Between the nightmares of her past and everyone passing her around to poke and prod, she no longer felt like the 23-year-old grown woman, but one of the wide-eyed and fearful children on their first day of school. Could she really even call herself an adult? What kind of adult didn’t even have enough money to have a bank account? And worse, what kind of adult needed to hide behind a pillow? Jennifer set the pillow aside and tried her best to straighten up and seem confident. As confident as someone who couldn’t make eye contact with anyone over 5 feet anyway. “As I was saying, my name is Michelle, and I’ve been assigned to your case.” “My case?” “Yes, you’ve been flagged as a victim of abuse.” Jenifer quickly changed her mind. She needed that pillow after all. “O-oh, that. I-it was such a long time ago, really. It’s nothing to be concerned about.” Jennifer could tell the woman didn’t seem to believe her. She kept going on about getting her checked in with a local therapist. Jennifer had spent years not being able to afford to feed herself, how did anyone expect her to afford therapy? “T-that’s a bit out of my budget.” She admitted. “Oh, no! It wouldn’t cost you anything. There’s a fund for victims of abuse that would cover any costs.” “Th-thank you, but there really is no need.” Jennifer said through a forced smile. The last thing she wanted to do was rip open the box she kept all these dark memories sealed within herself. “What do you do for a living, Jennifer?” Miss Honey blinked, taken off guard by the sudden change of subject. “I’m a year one primary teacher.” “Oh,” Michelle said. “Do you like working with the little ones?” Jennifer smiled for real this time. “Yes, very much. I find their energy and innocence endearing.” “I’d like to reverse the roles for a moment. I’d like you to take a test for me.” Michelle opened a manila envelope on her lap and slid a piece of paper towards Jennifer. “Don’t overthink the questions, just go with your first impulse, and this is very important, don’t lie.” Jennifer looked down at the test. It was thirty questions related to her mood and energy level, and she needed to answer them with a scaled number ranging from 0-5, zero being not at all and 5 being all the time. She picked up a pencil that had been on her tray and began. In the last month have… You often find yourself on guard and easily startled. You often have nightmares Have feelings of excessive guilt or shame Some questions seemed to describe her perfectly, and she had to give high scores, while others seemed to be as far off as possible. Questions like… 18. People often say you have a drinking problem. 19. Do you frequently feel guilty or ashamed by how many you drinks you consume in a day? 20. You feel your drinking is out of control. And some that were just a mix of yes and no. When she had finished, she slid the paper over without a word and sat awkwardly by as Michelle graded it. She examined her finger nails and the surrounded room and anywhere else that wasn’t at the stranger in front of her. She felt completely cornered sitting here in the bed with no escape. “Jennifer,” Michelle said, looking up from the test. Jennifer grimaced. She didn’t like the serious sounding way the lady had said her name. “It’s clear to me that you are not fine. According to this, your Post Traumatic Stress Disorder score is nearly at the top. You also have high levels of depression and anxiety. Jennifer remained silent. “What if a child in your class had visible injuries, and was clearly struggling with internal turmoil? Would you convince them not to seek help?” Jennifer's head shot forward, and she met the woman’s eye’s for the first time. “No! Of course not! I would absolutely encourage them to seek help! I’d help them if I could!” “So then, why is it okay for a child to seek help when they need it, but not you?” Jennifer stumbled over her words for a bit. “I’m not a child, though. I’m a grown adult and-” “Age makes no difference. Do you think you’re supposed to have your life together just because you turned 18? You can’t possibly expect your self to go through trauma at a young age, or any age really, and expect you’ll be fine just because it's over. Adults need help all the time, and that’s fine. My whole career is based on helping people in your situation. This position wouldn’t exist if there wasn’t many people experiencing something similar. You’re not alone. ” “I-I suppose.” Jennifer mumbled. “I’ll tell you what, let’s do a little exercise tonight.” She brought out a few sheets of blank paper. “Tonight, when you’re alone. Write down your story; you don’t have to show anyone. You can rip it up and throw it away as soon as you’re done, but just focus on how you feel after getting it out, and if it makes you feel any better, maybe reconsider therapy.” That was how Jennifer Honey spent her night. She was very hesitant at first, but she lifted the lid on the box ever so slowly, letting only the smallest and most insignificant details out as she channeled them through her fingers and onto the paper. It was small things at first, the frustrations of being treated like a servant, but the more she wrote, the more she allowed the darker memories to come forth. The physical and verbal abuse, the threats of her body being sold to the highest bidder, the chokey, her face getting shoved into urine soaked sheets, the constant shame, the hopelessness, the contract, the burns, her escape, and finally, the first glimmer of light she had seen in her life, the day Matilda had walked into her classroom. Jennifer stared in stunned silence when she realized she had nothing left to write on. She had filled all the pages front and back with her careful, tiny, neat penmanship. Had she really admitted to all of that? The lid was off Pandora’s box now, and yet, she wasn’t cowering in fear. Instead, she felt somewhat at peace as she looked at the pages scattered across the tray. She knew she was going to throw them away and shove everything back in the box, but before she did, she had a strange compulsion. It still felt slightly incomplete, so she signed her name at the bottom. There, it was finished! A wave of exhaustion took over, and she let herself close her eyes. Therapy, huh? Maybe, just maybe, she could…

XV “Triangle” “Am I dead?” I asked as I looked around the playground I was standing beside Katie in. She smiled and shook her head. “No, honey, you’re in surgery, the anesthesia put you to sleep and I decided to take the time to share a little bit of myself with you.” she explained. “It hardly seems fair that I know everything about you and you know so little about me.” she added. She took my hand and led me to the swings, taking a seat on one after I sat in another. “What is this place?” I asked. “This is the park that my mom took me to every weekend when my dad was at work.” she said as she began to slowly swing. “That’s her over there.” she said, pointing at a young looking woman on a distant bench reading a book. “She’s very pretty.” I said. Katie was silent for a moment. “We came here every weekend until she had another baby.” she said, ignoring my comment. The woman on the bench aged up, her clothes becoming more frumpy as a stroller appeared beside her and a little bundle in a blanket replaced the book she’d been holding a moment before. “I thought I was the sister you never had.” I said, not meaning to sound accusatory, but still sounding like I’d caught her in a lie. Katie nodded. “You are.” she said, pointing at the woman. “See that guy?” she asked. I looked and saw a man sitting on the bench with the woman, the baby in his arms as they talked. “Not my dad.” Katie said. I felt uncomfortable and unsure what to say. “She came to this park every weekend to meet with him and continued to do so to show him his daughter until she left a few years later.” she explained. “I’m sorry.” I said, reaching out my hand to place on her shoulder. She shrugged. “She wasn’t a good mom.” she said. “It happens, I’m not special.” she added. “You are to Tim.” I said, “And me.” I added after fretting about saying it out loud. She scoffed. “I told Tim about the family trip where she and my dad made me wear a diaper like the baby and how she insisted I was being a brat when I, justifiably so, didn’t want to wear a diaper and treated me like I was a baby for the whole trip.” she explained. “It was the most degrading and humiliating experience of my life and I told him about it because of how disgusting and guilty I was feeling for wanting to be his baby.” she continued. I nodded softly. “I’ve been a bedwetter my whole life.” I said. “I know a thing or two about degradation and humiliation.” I added. “What’s it like to play baby for Tim?” she asked. I felt my heart flutter. “Perfect.” I said. “He’s so loving and calming, it doesn’t feel weird to be doing things like crawling around or drinking from a bottle.” I told her. “He makes me feel safe and,” I searched for the word I wanted. “Right?” she offered. I smiled and nodded. “It feels right to be a baby when he’s with me.” I told her. She smiled but looked down at the sand beneath us. “I miss him.” she said sadly. “He misses you.” I told her. “You’re his one that got away.” I said. She sniffled. “Can I ask you something?” she asked. “Of course.” I said. She sighed heavily. “Am I a horrible person for not letting him go?” she asked. I shook my head. “I don’t know what’s after life, but I can imagine how scary it is to be faced with the idea of never seeing the people you love again.” I told her. “I can’t say I wouldn’t do exactly the same thing as you if I was in your position.” I said. “I really made a mess of things, didn’t I?” she asked. I sighed. “You messed me up pretty good.” I admitted. “But talking with you like this and like last night makes me sad that I never got to meet you more than anything else.” I said. “I do wonder why you killed Tim in that one scenario though.” I confessed. She went pale and looked at me with watery eyes. “That was an accident.” she said, her voice trembling. “You were sleeping and I was trying to untangle a bunch of my own thoughts and understand what was happening to me and I gave you a really fucked up nightmare.” she said. “It seemed like a lot more than a nightmare.” I said, my own eyes watering as I recalled bits and pieces of the dream. She nodded and sighed softly. “Dreams aren’t the same for dead people, Lina.” she said. “I don’t have dreams because I don’t sleep in the strictest sense, but sometimes I go away because my energy is all used up, when that happens I become this,” she paused to find the word, “stream of consciousness?” she finally said, making it sound like a question rather than a statement. “I’m raw emotion and thought without a filter and normally that’d be fine because I’m just around, but I’m in your head and that’s not alright for you.” she explained. I sniffled and wiped tears from my eyes. She got up from her swing and came over to kneel in front of me, placing her hands on my knees. “Remember when you had a memory of being at my accident, and I was your big sister and fought with our mom about you?” she asked. I nodded softly. “That was the same kind of thing, I was seeing you as the little sister I’d always wanted and feeling sorry for myself because I was alone when I died, and voila, you remember being my baby sister that was with me on the night of the accident.” she said, sighing softly after a long pause where she softly stroked my knees with her thumbs, “I love Tim and would never hurt him, nor do I think he would ever do anything to hurt you, but when I get confused and scared I can’t control what I make you see.” she explained. I nodded again. “Like how when I’m confused and scared I regress a lot more?” I asked. She smiled up at me. “Kinda, yeah.” she said. “Some of that is me and some is because you messed with the settings on your machine, but that response to strong emotion is the same concept.” she told me. I sniffled and sighed, “If I make it out of this surgery and don’t die because of this tumor, I have got to fix what I did to the machine to sort us both out.” I said. Katie smiled up at me and rose to her feet. “If anyone can do it, it’s you, Lina.” she encouraged, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Until then though, I was thinking you and I could try something fun together,” she said softly, “while I have you here, anyway.” she added. I nodded. “I’d like that.” I said. Her smile broadened, her braces glinting softly in the sunlight. “Close your eyes and count to ten for me.” she said. I closed my eyes and began counting, the sounds of birds chirping and kids playing elsewhere on the playground making me feel at ease. When I hit the last number I opened my eyes and felt a smile creep across my face as I saw Katie. She’d been dressed in the same outfit she’d been wearing the night of the accident that took her life, a blue and green striped sweater with slightly too long sleeves and some dark jeans that were just tight enough to make her look incredibly hot without going so far as to make it look like she was trying to look hot. Now she was wearing a lavender shirt with a cartoon penguin riding a cloud emblazoned on the chest, her pale, toned stomach showing in the window of space between the bottom of the short shirt and the top of her thick pink princess patterned diaper. Her bare legs shifted slightly as she shuffled her bare feet in the sand surrounding the swings, her toes wiggling as an adorable giggle emanated from her. “My eyes are up here, Lina.” she playfully chided. My eyes shot up to her face, her auburn hair was done up into pigtails, the fuzzy purple bands securing them adorned with little plastic penguin heads to match the cartoon cutie on her shirt. She had a pacifier clipped to her shirt but allowed it to dangle freely as she opted to coyly suck her thumb as she looked at me with the most innocent but somehow maddeningly erotic gaze coming from her green eyes. “Am I gay for you?” I asked, not realizing I’d said the words rather than think them. She giggled again, the sound like sweet music in my ears. “A little, but that’s alright, the feeling is more than mutual.” she said with a little wink as she held out her hand for me to take. I reached out and placed my hand in hers, rising from the swing with a soft rustling sound accompanying the movement, the warm breeze on my bare legs and midriff making me look down to discover I was dressed identically to her. “I figured we could be twins while we played.” she explained. I felt my cheeks warm. “I’ve never played with another baby.” I confessed. She shrugged. “I’ve never actually played baby.” she confessed in a low whisper as if the Adult Baby Police were listening to our conversation and might spring out and arrest her for her crimes. “Never?” I asked in surprise. She shook her head. “The day at the store was the closest thing to playing baby Tim and I did, and all that happened was I sucked my thumb a little and he bought me a coloring book and baby cookies and took me back to his house and gave me a bath,” she blushed and smiled at the memory, “and we cuddled and I colored and ate the cookies.” she explained. “It was the most loved and safe I’d ever felt in my life from someone that wasn’t my dad, and it was the best day of my life.” she added, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. I hugged her tight, feeling her breathing come out in shudders as she tried to keep from breaking down completely. “Well, I don’t think I can be anywhere near as good as Tim, but I’ll bet we can make a close second best day together.” I told her. She nodded as our embrace broke and she chuckled softly, “Maybe the best day of my afterlife!” she offered. I smiled at her, feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss her suddenly hit me like a freight train, I felt my cheeks flush and picked up my own dangling pacifier to stick into my mouth to quell the urge. I wrapped my hand around hers and turned toward the big slide behind the swings and hurried toward it, hearing her melodic giggling in my ears as we crinkled our way to the colorful structure. The interesting thing about this place she’d brought us to was that even though it was populated with people, children and parents, as it had been when she’d been here as a little girl, they were never where we were, it was like they shifted around to be away from us as we moved. The slide had been bustling with kids when I’d seen it a moment earlier, but as we hurried to it they dispersed to other areas of the playground leaving it free for us to use. “You go first!” I chirped excitedly, gently pushing on her back to coax her to the ladder. She giggled as she climbed, her diapered butt wiggling to and fro as she ascended until she reached the top and sat down with a thick whump sound before she squealed with delight as she slid down the brightly colored slide. I scrambled up the ladder and followed her lead, lifting my hands up and letting out an elated “Whee!” as I shot down the slide to meet her at the bottom, her arms outstretched to catch me under my arms, a miscalculation in velocity causing me to bowl into her, sending us both tumbling to the sand in a giggling heap. I tried to catch my breath as I looked down at her, realizing I was on top of her almost entirely, a nervous chuckle accompanying my blush as I stared at her shimmering eyes and glinting braces. She giggled softly, nervousness tinging her own mirth and suddenly the distance between us closed and her lips were on mine, a soft moan traveling from her mouth to mine as her tongue explored the space beyond her lips. I melted as my tongue greeted hers, and rolled with her as she reversed our positions so she was on top of me. My perceptions shifted, like our kiss had disabled one of my senses and the others heightened as a result, I could smell the soft scent of baby powder mingling with the sand beneath us and the freshly cut grass of the rest of the park, her skin smelled like berries, memories of Saturday morning cartoons with a bowl of sugary cereal rising up as I tried to place the exact scent. Tingles ran up my body as her thin fingers brushed my midriff, snaking their way up my torso to my bare breast beneath my shirt, making me gasp and moan softly into her mouth as her thumb glided over my nipple. “Are you alright?” she asked, “Do you want me to stop?” I shook my head, whimpering softly at the sudden halt of our kiss, looking up at her, the sun lighting her hair and giving her an almost ethereal glow as she smiled down at me. “I love you.” I blurted out. She lowered herself to be face to face with me and smiled. “I love you too.” she said. I shook my head. “I’m in love with you.” I clarified. She giggled that intoxicating giggle. “You’re just horny, Lina.” she teased. I took control, grabbing her bare midriff and rolling us over once more to put me back on top of her. “No.” I said firmly. “I know what horny feels like and it isn’t this.” I said. She looked up at me, studying my face. “You can’t be in love with me, Lina, I’m not alive.” she said sadly. “You are in here though.” I said, pointing to my head, “Here too.” I added, pointing to my heart. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.” she said. “I’m sorry.” she added. “I wanted you to!” I exclaimed, “I wanted to kiss you when we were at the swings!” I told her. She squirmed beneath me. “Let me up.” she said. I shook my head. “No!” I whined, lowering myself to try and kiss her once more. She turned her head. “Lina, stop.” she said, more intent this time. I couldn’t help myself, I just needed to be with her, I grabbed her chin with my hand and turned her head to face me and kissed her again, the fight draining out of her as she slowly gave in and returned my kiss only to force me off of her with a hard shove to my chest that sent me tumbling onto my back on the sand like a thickly diapered turtle. She scooted away from me, her baby clothes and diaper gone, replaced by her previous attire. “This was a mistake, I’m sorry.” she said. My own baby clothes and diaper had disappeared and were replaced by my adult clothes once more and I scrambled to my feet and hurried toward her, only to find the space she’d been standing in empty. I looked around and saw her back on the swings and I hurried toward her. “Stop, Lina!” she shouted without facing me, her voice seeming to come from the sky itself rather than from her. I shook my head. “No! I love you, Katie and I want-” I started to protest when the playground disappeared and I was face to face with her in pure blackness. “What?” she asked. “You want to stay here in a void of nothingness for the rest of eternity?” she asked. “That’s death, Lina, do you want to be dead?!” she shouted, the inky blackness surrounding us throbbing and pulsating at her outburst. I shook my head. “No, but, I do want to be with you.” I whined. She sighed and put her hand to my cheek. “I have fucked you up so much.” she said sympathetically. “Honey, you cannot be with me.” she said, her other hand moving to my other cheek. “I’m dead.” she said sadly, “Think about me and love the memory of me like Tim does, fantasize about me and pleasure yourself, but that’s all you’re going to get.” she explained. “It’s not fair!” I whined, stomping my foot like an errant toddler. As the void around us had reacted to her emotions, it did the same with mine, but rather than merely shift, it exploded away from us when my foot struck the ground, brightening and becoming the nursery of my dreams. Katie looked at me in stunned silence and then around the room that had appeared, her mouth open in shock. “How did you do that?” she asked. I shrugged. “I don’t know, I was thinking about how happy I was with you on the playground and how unfair it was I couldn’t be with you and this just happened.” I explained. She turned to face me, her attire back to the baby clothes and diapers she’d been wearing at the playground, once again matching my own outfit and her face grew pale as she shook her head vehemently. “No, no, no, no.” she repeated. “Lina, you have to stop, you’re digging yourself a hole that you won’t be able to get out of.” she said, her voice high and panicked. “I’m not doing anything though.” I admitted. She whimpered and looked down at her diaper as the front began to yellow and the soft trickle of liquid pooling within filled the room. “Dis not s’posed to be pawsible!” she whined, her hand moving from the front of her swelling diaper to her mouth. “Wina, stawp!” she pleaded. I shook my head. “I’m not doing anything, I promise!” I told her, reaching out to hug her, to try and calm her down, recoiling as she slapped me hard across the face. As I stepped back my foot hit something and I lost my balance, toppling to the floor with a hard thud that knocked the wind out of me, leaving me looking up at her from the floor. Whatever she was trying to yell at me came out in nonsensical baby prattle as she stomped her feet in frustration, her face growing redder as she began to lower herself into a squat before muffled noises began to come from within her diaper. I struggled to catch my breath, my heartbeat throbbing hard behind my eyes as my vision grew darker around the edges. “Katie.” I croaked out before everything was gone. ********* “There’s my girl.” Tim cooed softly as I opened my eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, dark bags beneath them, he hadn’t shaved and looked terrible. I smiled at him. “You look like Hell.” I whispered, reaching out to touch his face. He sat forward in the chair beside the hospital bed and took my hand in his. “Three days of barely any sleep and living off hospital food will do that.” he said, smiling at me and leaning forward to kiss my cheek. “Did they get the tumor out?” I asked. He nodded. “They got it, baby.” he said, his eyes brimming with tears. “Those better be tears of joy.” I weakly threatened. He chuckled and nodded. “They are, honey, they are.” he said, wiping the tears away. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. “Tim?” I asked. “Yes, Lina?” he asked. “I need to talk to you about what’s been happening to me, and I need you to keep an open mind.” I said. He patted my hand. “Once you’re out of the hospital we can sit down and talk about everything.” he said. I shook my head and opened my eyes, images of Katie in my head making me want to cry. “No, now.” I insisted. “Lina, you just had a major operation, I don’t think-” he started to protest. “I’m in love with Katie and I need to get back to my lab so I can bring her back to life.” I blurted out. He sat in stunned silence for what felt like hours, staring at me in disbelief. “What?” he finally asked. To Be Continued...

Chapter 34: Revenge Thief in Service - by LittleFallenPrincess Oh my god. The fun I had at the event... Being fed in front of others... humiliating, but it felt so right at the same time. Being babied in front of others... same feeling. Then I was plopped down into the playpen with the other littles. At first, I was too nervous to say anything or interact, or even play near them. But after a bit of pushing by Alex, I nudged closer and eventually one of them introduced themselves. It didn’t take long before we were all chatting and being little and playing with toys and colouring. It was all just so special! I loved it! But then the event started dying down a little, people slowly coming out of their headspaces and their roles so they can get changed into civilian clothes and go home. And whilst I knew that I could stay little if I wanted, for the whole night or even the whole week if I asked... I felt a little sad for everyone who had to go home, who won’t have a safe space to play until the next event. So giving the biggest hugs I could to the little friends I had made, I made sure to tell them that maybe I’ll talk to Alex about play dates with them. That made them happy, which made me happier. As the last person left the shop door, waving back to Alex and me, I let out a little tear as I buried my face into Alex’s chest. “It’s okay babygirl, they’ll be back soon enough. Plus the next event we’ve got is for Christmas, so it’ll be extra fun!” She tried reassuring me, but it wasn’t working. “I... I just feel bad for them. I can stay little an stuffs...” “I know sweetie, it breaks my heart seeing them go too. I know their situations, I know how some of them can’t play or be themselves. But they know they can always ask to visit if they need. I’m always here to help.” “And me too now.” I added, smiling up at her. “D’aww. And they are very lucky to have you now too!” I blushed and giggled as Alex locked up the door and carried me over to the stairs. “Now baby... how about we go see if we’ve got a present outside the dungeon, or if I’ve got to blacklist someone...” I had completely forgotten about ‘Tiff’ or whatever her name was. I was having so much fun with the littles that I had forgotten all about the incident earlier. But as I thought about what may be waiting for us upstairs, I felt my little side getting... sleepy? Not sure how to phrase it. But it was like my little side knew it was time to rest for a bit, to let my adult side take over. So as we walked up the stairs, I slowly started to come out of my little headspace. And as expected, there outside the door... was Tiff. “Tiffany...” Alex used her ‘disappointed’ voice. “I... I...” She looked like she was about to cry. “You know how serious it is to spike someone’s drink like that?” “But you did it to her at your party!” “Because I knew it wouldn’t have any side effects on her. You don’t know that whatever you put in her drink wouldn’t have done anything else to her.” “But... but...” “Look, I understand it’s just a prank for you. But it could have been serious. And I do enjoy your company at the events, and I understand your situation. But that doesn’t give you the right to do anything to my babygirl without consent, you hear?” “Sorry Miss Alex.” She dropped her head, looking at her feet. “Now, I think it’s only fair that for ruining my little dolly tonight, that you become my little toy, as a replacement, for a couple of hours...” Tiffany’s face lit up. “Don’t go thinking this is a funishment. Whilst I won’t break any limits, I will push you. And what’s worse... is that Paige here will decide everything that happens to you...” “What? Her? Seriously?” Suddenly Tiffany’s face turned to one of disgust as she looked at me. “You wronged her, not me.” “But! But!” “But nothing. I know you want to play with me. So you will... but Paige will make all the decisions.” “F...fine. Just don’t blacklist me! I need this event!” “I know sweetie. It’s why I gave you this option. But you can’t go around doing things like that, especially to my baby.” “Sorry Miss Alex.” She hung her head again. “It’s not me you should be apologising to...” Tiffany turned reluctantly to me again and looked me in the eyes, clearly unimpressed that she has to do this. “Sorry Miss Paige...” she reluctantly apologised in that way kids do when they really hate being told off. “So... let’s say an hour? Paige gets to decide which rooms, which toys, and what we do with you. Deal?” I knew Tiffany didn’t want to, not with me making the decisions, but she knew there was no other way. “Deal.” Tiffany said, tapping her foot. “So babygirl... where are we starting?” Alex asked me. I thought long and hard about this. ‘I could make her a baby? Have her crawling about in a nappy... maybe make her mess? That’d be justice for what she did to me. Cute too...’ But then I didn’t like the idea of Alex babying anyone other than me, at least not this intimately. ‘What about the petplay room...? Have her with just a collar, barking and crawling around... making her play fetch...’ No. Still not right. ‘Dungeon? Have her subby... tie her up... forced orgasms like Alex suggested earlier... spankings... oh that would be fun.’ No. No matter what, all these felt wrong. Every room, every role felt off. Except one, and I realised why. It turns out my little side still hadn’t gone to sleep yet. Being in this frilly pink dress, this wet nappy and these thick tights... being held by Alex still... how was I supposed to think like an adult when the babyishness was being so reinforced? I couldn’t see myself as a domme or an owner or a Mummy or anything. I couldn’t see myself even giving orders to Alex for what she must do to Tiffany. But the doll room... “Umm... the doll room.” I muttered, nervously. “Oh really?” Alex looked surprised. Tiffany looked even more so. “Wha?” I replied. “I wasn’t expecting that. Why’d you pick that one?” “Because... I want my own dolly to play with.” “Oh good idea! I mean, I was hoping to dress you up like my little dolly first... but I think this is a perfect idea, good job babygirl!” Alex praised me, kissing me softly on the cheek, making me blush instantly. “Fanks...” “So Tiffany... are you ready to be my babygirl’s little dolly for the next hour? We’ll dress you up like a typical dolly, maybe in a similar dress to Paige here, but with over the top doll makeup. Limit your vocabulary to about three or four phrases...” “Mummy?” I had an idea. “Yes baby?” “Can... she be a babydoll?” “Oh even better! You sure you’re not a domme, sweetie?” Alex grinned at me. “Yes, she can be your little Betsy-Wetsy! So she’ll be dressed just like you, but limited phrases and doll makeup. So Tiff... walk into the nursery. Let’s get you padded first...” Tiffany was silent the whole time. I don’t think she was a little, she was more of a sub, so this was humiliating to her. ‘Good.’ I thought to myself. But once she was as thickly padded as I was, Alex escorted her out of the nursery and into the doll room, with Tiffany waddling the whole way. Thankfully I was being carried by Alex, so the thickness of my nappy wasn’t a problem. I’m still surprised Alex’s arms aren’t hurting at this point! She had only put me down for a few minutes to put Tiffany into a nappy, and then she picked me up again. “Go sit down, dolly. And stay silent. Here Paige, you keep an eye on your new dolly. Play with her if you want, she’s yours for the hour...” Alex set me down on the bed next to Tiffany who wasn’t wearing anything but the comically-large nappy taped around her hips. “Umm...” I wanted to ask something, but wasn’t sure about it. “What’s up, cupcake?” Alex asked, picking out clothes from the large walk-in wardrobe. “You said play... what do you mean?” “Why, got anything in mind?” She grinned at me. “I wanted... umm...” “You can tell me, babygirl. I can always say no.” “Can... can I rub the front of the dolly’s nappy?” I blushed upon saying it out loud “Of course you can sweetpea!” Turning around, grinning at Tiffany, who looked nervous at the fact her crush had just told me I could play with her... I edged closer to her. “I... I...” Tiffany backed up until she was resting her back against the headboard. “Dolly!” I said in a cutesy voice, pressing my hand on the front of her nappy. “I wonder if Dolly can even feel this...” As I rubbed the nappy, little moans escaped her mouth. “I think she’s enjoying that baby... just be careful, you don’t want to wear her out too quickly...” “Otay Mummy.” I said, slowing the rubbing until I came to a complete stop, leaving Tiffany wanting more, biting her bottom lip. “Aaaand done!” Alex announced, pulling out a very similar dress to the one I was currently wearing, as well as some identical tights. “She’ll look just like me!” “Yes sweetie, but just wait until I’ve done her makeup!” Alex said, indicating to Tiffany to lift her arms up. Reluctantly, Tiffany did as she was told, lifting her arms up. Alex quickly pulled the dress over her head, pulling it down so it was on her properly. Next came the tights, quickly followed by her hair being done in a very similar fashion to mine, complete with matching bows. “There, now she looks just like you!” I looked at her and she looked back at me. And yup... other than her brown hair, she looked like a twin or something. “Now, makeup...” Alex pulled out a little makeup kit she had in a draw nearby. “Stay still sweetie...” After a good while, Alex put the finishing touches on Tiffany’s face. “Have a look... Dolly.” Tiffany looked in the mirror on the vanity table and fell back in surprise. “I... I...” “Ah ah. No talking. Except for specific phrases. Now, Paige... what phrases do you want her to say?” “Umm...” I had a long think. “How about... ‘Oops... I had an accident!’? And ‘I wuv you!’ And maybe the last could be... ‘I’m just a siwwie widdle baby’?” “Good choices! You got that Tiff?” “I... I’m just a siwwie widdle baby...” Tiffany groaned. She couldn’t believe she had to do this. “So what do we do now, sweetpea? She’s your dolly.” “Can... can we play downstairs in the event room? Maybe in the playpen?” “Of course. Come along Dolly...” Alex ordered Tiffany up, and then picked me up, walking my new little dolly out of the room and back down to the event room. For the next thirty minutes, I played along in the playpen, getting fully back into littlespace, pretending Tiffany really was my dolly. I no longer wanted to tease her by rubbing her or anything, now she really was just my little dolly. Tiffany hated every minute of it, but after what she put me through, I didn’t care. And before long, our time was nearly up. “Nearly done sweetpea. Want to finish up with your Dolly?” Alex asked. “Umm... okay...” I sighed. “Don’t worry, I’ve got one last surprise...” “Huh?” Tiffany and I both had the same reaction. “Whilst you were busy playing... I figured you’d both be thirsty, so I got you both a baba each. Here you go Paige, here’s some milk.” I happily grabbed the bottle and started drinking from it. I couldn’t believe I was doing this... and even worse... enjoying it. “And for you, Dolly... juice.” I looked at the juice in the other bottle. And I knew exactly what Alex was doing. So did Tiffany. “But... umm...” Tiffany had been good the whole time we played, only saying the three phrases I had given her. This was the first time she deviated. “But what? But that juice is the same juice you gave to Paige? What a shame!” Alex feigned compassion, making me giggle a bit. Tiffany looked really nervous now. “But... that’s not fair!” “I know it’s not. But what REALLY isn’t fair, is the fact that you’re going to go home dressed like this. After having this bottle.” “Huh?” Alex reached over and put her hands behind Tiffany. I heard a familiar soft click. “There. You’re not able to take this outfit off for another hour. And here is what is going to happen, so listen carefully.” Alex just grinned, as did I. Tiffany nodded, nervous as to what Alex had in store for her. “You’re going to be fed this bottle by Paige here. I’ve called John, he’s going to give you a lift home. Now I know you live alone, so you don’t have to worry about being seen by anyone else. After the hour, the lock will release and you’ll be allowed to change out of the outfit and... whatever mess may be in your nappy.” “But...” “That’s not what dollies say... I could always call a normal cab instead...” “I... I wuv you.” Tiffany said in her most doll-like voice. “That’s better. Now, here you go Paige, make sure your dolly drinks it all, okay?” I nodded, taking the bottle from Alex and lifting it up to Tiffany’s mouth. It took a few seconds for Tiff to open her mouth, but she managed it and I shoved the teat in. She nervously started suckling. Once the bottle had been finished, Alex helped Tiffany to her feet and looked back at me. “You stay in the playpen, sweetpea. I’m going to get Tiffany’s coat with her and put her other set of clothes in her bag, then make sure she gets to John’s car. Be a good girl, okay?” “Okay Mummy!” I said, wiggling a bit, the wet nappy making it feel even better. “Bye bye Dolly!” I waved to Tiffany. She looked back at me and rolled her eyes. “Bye bye Miss. I...” before she could finish her sentence, she grabbed her stomach and I got a front row view of what I must have looked like earlier as she filled the back of her nappy, the noise of which filled the room. “O...oops. I... had an accident...” “Good dolly.” Alex said, escorting the poor girl out of the room. I sat there, waiting for Alex to return, feeling slightly sorry for Tiffany... but at the same time feeling satisfied that she got what was coming to her. I don’t feel we were too harsh on her... it sucks, sure, but surely she’s learnt her lesson. Plus it was actually kind of fun having a dolly like that. ========================================================== This was difficult to post. Not because of the chapter, but because I'm still slightly hungover from my birthday yesterday ? So Thief in Service finishes on my Patreon on Monday. So next week I'll posting the first chapter of book 5 on there. I'm doing this release differently, instead of posting the first chapter here and the first 5 on Patreon (to account for two weeks early access), I'll just be posting the first next week on Patreon. Book 5 will start 2 weeks later on here with the first chapter. Also, quick word of advice: If you haven't read all 4 of my books by the time Book 5 releases... I'd advise to do so. You need to have read all four before starting the fifth. Otherwise you won't understand a lot of what's going on. I hope everyone enjoys this story as it goes on! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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So right at this moment I am sitting in very full messy diaper that is only going to get messier!! And that is because, as the title states, I took a laxative! Taking a laxative creates a really messy diaper and I love how crazy full it gets. I leave it for special occasions because I don’t think it is good for your health to take laxatives all the time. Anyways, does anyone else take a laxative and totally destroy their diapers‘ too??

Bulma And The Baby Maker The sounds of bolts being tightened and ratcheted into place echoed throughout the hallways leading to Bulma's Laboratory as the blue haired inventor toiled away at her latest creation. She had spent all day lying on her back underneath her newest machine, inserting microchips that would rely information to the conveyor belt from her computer. The majority of her day had been spent checking fuses and ultimately making sure everything was in place so that she could test it out tomorrow. With one last twist of her wrench, the panel was sealed which ended her final inspection of the inner workings of the autonomous assembly line completed. Now that the panel was locked into place, she was ready to move onto the more mentally demanding task of going over the programs which ran it. "Finally! Now I can get a Hetap!" Bulma shouted in a blissful tone of victory as slid out from under the panel and stood up to dust herself off. "With all the tough bits done, I just need to knuckle down for another few hours at the terminal to get everything in order." She spoke aloud to herself while mentally going down a checklist of what was left to do before she could call it a day. Bulma waltzed over to the mini fridge next to her work station, opened the small door and pulled out an ice cold beer. With a simple flick of her index finger and thumb, she popped open the Hetap and took a well deserved chug from the aluminum can. "Ahhh, that's just what I needed." The blue haired scientist exhaled happily. Turning to her computer, she sat the chilled beverage down next to her keyboard and took a seat. "Time to double check the system." Bulma cracked her knuckles and got to work typing away at the keyboard. There were quite a few internal programs that needed their remaining coding ironed out. After about twenty minutes of diligent typing, Bulma accidentally bumps her drink over with her elbow, spilling the beer all over the keyboard. She jumps up from her office chair in shock, trying to quickly assess the damage and absorb the spill with a rag as the computer lets off an ominous sizzling sound before sparking. *BOOM* The terminal releases a small pulse of electrostatic energy which knocked Bulma back into her seat, sending her blackened soot covered self rolling backwards at top speed towards her work in progress. The chair smacks into the at knee level conveyor belt, forcibly throwing Bulma onto the motionless machinery. She laid there, startled as a low whirring noise caught her attention. "Ugh, what happened?" Bulma brought a hand up to her head, holding her forehead. Bulma ran her hand that had been holding her head through her brilliant blue locks of soot covered hair, trying to remove more of the soot which covered her head and much of her body. A series of popping came from her workstation, causing her to look over at the remains of her terminal with a devastated expression. "Noool" She whined. "All that hard work gone..." As she vocalized her frustration, another voice chimed in a clearly automated tone. *User Detected. Activating Autonomous Bathing, Diapering and- LINGONBERRIES* Bulma shook her head, trying to shake away the confusion that plagued her thoughts. There was no way that her machine had just came to life on it's on and started talking about Lingonberries of all things. 'That explosion must've made me bump my head on the belt or something…' Unbeknownst to our blue haired scientist, the Hetap that she had spilled onto her keyboard did more than just ruin her computer. In mere seconds, the fried circuitry was glitching out, sending out instructions for the invention to start up and act on its own. Suddenly, the belt lurched under her, pulling her back towards the chair she had previously been sitting in at the beginning of the line. Once Bulma reached the end of the belt, the machine stopped, realizing that it was going in the wrong direction and quickly corrected itself with an unprecedented amount of force. It caught the mother of two off guard, throwing her forward. Due to her inertia, Bulma is sent into a tumbling roll until she hit the side of a large box like structure. This abrupt stop in her roll, caused by the impact into the side of the machine' first station, caused her to land on her back. Now that she laid flat, the belt pulled her in through the small opening of the box which was only big enough to grant access to those who were laying down. Once inside the box, a series of red lights turned on and proceeded to scan the dazed Scientist. *Scanning. Scanning* The computerized voice announced as a fat red line was slowly brought across Bulma's body, much like how a candy bar is scanned at the grocery store. Her body's profile and dimensions were saved into the database of the computer for future use. *Charge is dirty. Running Cleaning protocol.* From the initial scanning area, Bulma was carried into a small tunnel where a multitude of sprayers lined the walls. Before Bulma could even think, the water nozzles started blasting her randomly with no synchronization. The short circuited system was dictating that her cleaning was done in a haphazard fashion as the sprayers hit her in random intervals that were completely out of order with various strengths. This was not her program! She had coded the system to gently wash the babies and children who were sent into this machine. Not roughly hose them down like they were a wild dog! "No!" Bulma cried out in anger. "Stop damn it! Shut! Down! Right! No- A sudden jet of water sprayed her in the face, shutting her up while simultaneously soaking her favorite white undershirt. At this rate, her entire outfit was going to need to go in the dryer once she got off the belt. "Ugghh!" Bulma growled as three of the miniscule cannons shot her with water across her butt and midsection, soaking her pants. She called out frantically as the belt ran her through a gauntlet of soapy rollers which acted on their own accord. In the process of being covered in foam, her Capsule Corp jacket came loose, falling off the belt and landing on the floor with a splat. Her white undershirt and red scarf quickly followed suit shortly thereafter. In a freak happening, brought on by the azure haired scientists struggles, her denim jeans were caught in the side of one of the rollers, becoming lodged into the mechanism which held the roller. Bulma fought back, trying to kick her legs at the roller as she lay on her back like a turtle. She pulled her legs back while yanking at the roller with her hands. With much twisting the jeans were horribly pulled from her legs, exposing her silky skin to the cold mechanical air inside the dimly lit tunnel. "Hey!" Bulma barked out. "Give me those back!" Bulma was ignored by her creation as she was whisked forward into a series of buffers! The swirling soft brushes ran over her body, removing her bra and ripping her panties into shreds. Had she been observing her series of unfortunate events, she would definitely go back to the drawing board. The rollers were much too rough, but that was not their original purpose. What she had in mind, what was supposed to happen, was that each roller was to be covered by a loofah, but she never reached that point in her project. At the other end of the tunnel, near the larger section of the machine, she rolled out from the exit; Sopping wet, naked as the day she was born, but squeaky clean and relatively unharmed. Bulma tried to shake off her dizziness as she was moved down the assembly line. She had already been stripped and washed, to a certain extent, a few bubbles lingered on her arms and legs. Finally, she regained her focus when another computerized voice caught her attention. *Phase Two: initializing Dressing* Bulma didn't even need to hear that to know what was next, after all her genius mind designed this machine, but hearing what was about to be initiated merely reminded her of what she subconsciously knew all along was going to happen. "No!" Bulma lashed out. "There's no way I'm going to just sit here and let my own machine diaper me!" Bulma sat up, realizing that she had little time to get off the belt. The scientist got to her feet and hopped off the belt. She was pretty much homefree but a long, mechanical arm reached out and grabbed her by the neck with its comically sized gloved hand. Bulma squeaked out of shock, her body squirming as she was brought back to the conveyor belt. She was doing everything to keep herself from going back onto the belt. Her arms flailed around, trying to break free from the glove's grip. While Bulma gave it everything she had, a new gloved hand snuck up behind and slowly lifted up a small hammer until it hovered over the nude woman's head. "You let me go right this instant, you hunk of junk or I'm going to sell you for scrap!" Bulma threatened before adding, "I am giving you one last warning! Stop now or-" *WHAAMM* "Duuuuuuuur" Bulma muttered unintelligibly. The once intelligent and successful scientist was rendered mentally incompetent thanks to the blow from the small hammer. She drooled on herself, her tongue hanging out of her mouth like a dog as a bump on her head suddenly sprang up from the site of the cranial impact. "Daaadaada." Completely incapable of rational thought, the stunned and now babbling woman was completely complacent and docile. She was pulled along to the diapering station where a pair of gloved hands effortlessly gripped her ankles and pulled them high up into the air. As the hands held Bulma's plump butt up off of the conveyor belt, a new hand was busy sliding a thick white diaper under her. Another arm extends downwards, in its hand a comically sized bottle of baby powder which practically dumps itself over her waist, crotch, and bottom. Her legs are slowly lowered again and she's deftly taped up. The bulky disposable forces the mother to spread her legs wide, causing her to gently kick them while she idly flips her lip up and down with her index finger. "Bleebeebeeeebeebee" The drooling, mentally diminished woman didn't even notice when her arm was being lowered from her face while another pair of gloves grabbed her legs, holding them in place to stop her from kicking them. Once reasonable secured, the machine lowered am oversized baby bonnet down onto Bulma's head. The hands try to tie it around her neck, but the bulbous protrusion simply prevents the hands from completely their job. Each time the bonnet pops off. On the third attempt one of the gloved hands coyly pushes the lump down into her skull before tying the bonnet into place. Roughly twenty seconds later, the bump popped back up, forcing its way through the top of the bonnet, ripping the material to gain its freedom. The bonnet remained in place, but the huge bump was prominently on display. This caused the machine to stop briefly, considering what it should do while Bulma sat there with her tongue dangling out of her mouth like a fool. After about a minute of calculations, the machine puts two small, white bandaids on the bump in a cross formation. With that done, the belt continues to its end where she's dropped off into what looks like an adult sized infant car seat which had been custom made, by the machine, for her body. The gloves immediately pulled the chest strap across her bountiful breasts, snapping it shut by her diaper and locking her in place. "Wha..?" Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she gets a good look at her diaper and current seat. "YOU DAMN BUCKET OF BOLTS! I'm going to have Vegeta blast you into a million pieces!" Bulma shouted at the ceiling, fists and legs flailing wildly from her locked seat. Another hammer holding gloved hand hovers overhead. "And after he blows you up I'll piss on the ashes and-" *WAAP* "Duuuuurrrr" Once more subdued, both mentally and physically, the machine starts up again, taking the giant carseat with it. Unbeknownst to the brain damaged Bulma, the carseat is latched and locked into a railing. The bottom of the railing chugs forward and pulls Bulma's oversized car seat deeper into her invention. Every few inches that go by is punctuated by loud mechanical noises, much like a roller coaster chain linkage, as Bulma lays back in her carseat, flipping her drool covered lips with her finger. *Feeding protocol commencing* The loud computerized voice stated as a large plastic nipple was slowly pushed into Bulma's drooling mouth. Her muffled gurgling was quickly replaced by a rhythmic suckling as the mother of two began to drink from her oversized baby bottle. Bulma absentmindedly sucked down a steady stream of thick, chalky baby formula. Ounce after ounce soon turned into a gallon as the petite scientist started to bloat up slightly. Mppfhhh! The steady stream ceased as the rubber teat of the bottle was pulled from her mouth. Suddenly, the dimwitted woman was bombarded by her higher brain functions returning. She now realized that her mouth had been freed from the rubbery obstruction and Bulma was ready to unleash a string of obscenities at her diabolical creation. Just as she was about to scream every vulgarity she knew, and some inappropriate Saiyan words that her husband had taught her, she was stunned into silence when she saw the giant looming figure which stood before her. She had never built that- THING! 'The machine must be using my body's dimensions to upside everything to fit me!' While Bulma was busy trying to figure what was going on with her invention, the same gloved hands that had pulled out her baby bottle were now unbuckling her from her oversized carseat. In the blink of an eye, she was lifted up and brought over to the enormous mannequin which resembled a massive mother, complete with full breasts. Not wanting to upset the machine, Bulma remained passive as she was draped over the large mannequin's shoulder. Her sour stomach groaned and gurgled, aching from the disgusting baby formula she was forced to drink. Before she realized what was about to happen, the hands started patting her back. "Hey!-" Bulma cried out angrily. "I'm a grown woman! I don't need to be bur-" *BUUUURRRPPPPPP* Bulma's face was a wash in a furious blush. She couldn't even believe that she had just burped, let alone spit up milk onto that mannequin's shoulder like a six month old baby! How pathetic she felt as she was placed back into her adult sized car seat with a loud crinkle, which reminded her about what was tightly taped around her womanly bottom. She knew that it would only be a matter of time before she needed to use the restroom. If only she had drank a few more Hetaps. It would've dulled her senses and maybe this whole horribly humiliating situation wouldn't have been so damaging to her ego. "That's a good widdle baby!" The mannequin cooed down at Bulma. "Now, let's get you back into your way and delivered to your new mother and father." "My new what?!? "Your new parents, sweetie. The carseat will be attached to the delivery hovercraft that is built to resemble a stork. Isn't that cute?" Bulma found herself quickly overcome with anger as she heard what this machine had intended to do to her. Instead of screaming her head off, which has only gotten her hit on the head, Bulma started to pull at the five point harness which held her into her oversized baby seat. "Naughty girl!" The mannequin cooed. "They say that the third times the charm!" Bulma had no clue what the mannequin was babbling about and she didn't care! She had precious few moments left before she was publicly delivered to someone's house wearing only a diaper and bonnet! The West City Journal would have a field day if that happened! Unbeknownst to squirming scientist, the mannequin brought out a large, adult sized baby rattle and quickly hit Bulma in the head with it. "Duuuuuuuur!" "Let's hope that fixes you." The massive mannequin said. "Babies like you shouldn't have to worry about anything except for when they're gonna get their num nums." The rhythmic rattling of the chain lift carried the drooling Bulma outside of the main dome of Capsule Corp where a rather remarkable recreation of a Stork waited for her, just as the mannequin had said. The stork themed delivery drone easily latched onto the top of Bulma's carseat and lifted her high up into the sky. Bulma simply sat in her carseat and gurgled, occasionally slapping at her drool covered breasts as the drone left the Capsule Corp compound. It soared through the towers of West City and then flew towards the nearby remote mountain range. Thirty Minutes Later "What in the name of-" an older woman found herself cut off by the most bizarre sight she had ever witnessed in all her days. A Stork shaped machine was slowly lifting off the ground, its job of dropping off a huge baby seat completed. Sure, the old woman had heard stories of aliens visiting the planet, the tales about the bald one in black armor were especially terrifying, but she had never heard about aliens delivering strange white plastic baby seats. She quickly ran through her freshly plowed turnip field and immediately came to a stop. There, sitting right in front of where she stood was an adult woman wearing a diaper. The old lady studied this bizarre discovery. She could see that the drooling woman had a head injury that was sticking out from a ludicrously large bonnet. The strange diapered woman's blue bangs peeked out from the bonnet she wore. "What's your name, honey?" The old lady asked, in an effort to establish communications with this strange diapered woman. "Bulba!" Bulma exclaimed "Balba?" The old woman repeated, arching her eyebrows. A cow mooing in the distance caught the mentally challenged mother's attention. "Moo moo! Balba!" "Oh, you want a bottle milk." The elderly farmer's wife stated, feeling rather silly that she didn’t understand what this girl wanted. 'All she wants is a baba.' "I guess you're some kind of baby alien or something?" The old woman asked. "Noh ama dult" Bulma cried out, filling her diaper. The old lady watched the blue haired woman's diaper turn yellow. "Well, I raised seven kids, what's one more?" The End! --- If you enjoyed this story and would like to read more similarly themed stories, please check out my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 If you would like a commission, I'm always available to make your dreams a reality in the literary sense. please let me know what you think. Your feedback helps me out tremendously!

Couple things here. 1, we got a bit sidtracked. 2, discussions are good for the most part and while I have to agree with the majority on their reactions to BabySpiderBoy's posts, remember not to call names no matter how strongly we all may feel about the comments. Right or wrong, you don't want any admin coming down on you. Before getting back on track, let me say my dad lived to almost 99 years of age and had he not come down with cancer that last year of his life, he would have lived much longer in very good health and totally sound of mind! He still walked although he used a cane, did the dishes, made lunch and cleaned house and never once needed diapers. Sure, lots of people are not as spry as they used to be as they get older, but don't coun't them out. I'll be 64 in a few months and still take my boat out, go snowmobieling, have my pilot's license, take trips (last summer hiking lots of trails in Wisconsin), work a full time job on different shifts, haul heavy boxes up and down the stairs at different holidays, trim tree branches with my chainsaw, cut up lumber, do yardwork, work on my cars (last year doing major body work repairing rust and repainting on one of my vehicals) and enjoying life. Yes, as you get older you start to slow down some, but don't count out the older people! A friend of mine is 73 and he works on houses gutting them, putting up drywall, cupboards, doors, refinishes the hardwood floors and will even fully paint the outside of houses he works on climbing 16 foot ladders. One thing that middle age and older people will always have that young people don't is knowlege, wisdom and experience! I plan to live well into my 80's if God lets me enjoying life as well as possible! In my local newspaper this past week there was a picture of a woman who had just turned 100 years old! She looked like she was 65 years old! She celebrated by getting a new tattoo on her arm that said 100 years. She does everything a 70 year old does, walks without a cane or walker around her neighborhood, goes shopping, cleans the house and things you wouldn't believe a person 30 years her junior would do. Also look at President Jimmy Carter at his age still teaching local Sunday school! Oh, and to BabySpiderBoy, I was not one to post a "sad" face to your posts, but I can see how your comments angered some poeple. Us older people who have lived good lives and contuinue to do so, working, earning livings and passing down our years of experience and mentoring younger people don't like to be told that "at that point your body's so broken down that you can barely do anything, and yeah, you're probably live longer, but what does that matter if you can't have a high quality of life because of your old age". Age 60, 70 and even 80 doesn't mean you are broken down physically or mentally, can "barely do anything and can't have a high quality of life because of your old age". Maybe some people end up like that but then, so do some people in their 20's and 30's. No one wants to be told that they are old, useless, broken down and can't enjoy life because they have gotten older. That's like going up to someone in their 60's and telling them to their face they are old, worthless and why don't they just crawl in their grave. Not nice, and I'm sure grandparents all over the world would be so dissapointed at the grandson who they bounced on their knee as a toddler, who they read stories to and taught them how to do many things who now thinks of them as old and decrepit, have outlived their usefullness and should be dead just because they have lived to the age of 60 or 70 years. Now, back on track. Many people are incontinent for one reason or another and they have to live with it. Just like anything in life, you have to keep adapting to changes. As has been mentioned, over time your bladder may shrink in size if you don't have the ability to hold your urine to it's normal capacity. That may not be risky and would probably neve be able to return to it's normal capacity, but if you are incontinent I doubt that would matter much. Yes, you do risk other issues but they would be, and as metioned, an increase in UTI and possible skin break down and severe rashes that could become infected and have to be treated with antibiotics by a doctor. People with medical incontinence learn to live with it and know how to take care of their skin and body. The risks come from not cleaning your entire body and protecting your skin and uritha, a major cause of UTI and infections of the skin. Also the use of cathaters if not careful. That can cause UTI's as well that could affect the bladder and even kidneys if you get a bad infection. Bowel incontinence can lead to skin breakdown and rashes. i read once that a rash is way more likely to occure when urine and feces mix together than just urine alone. Changing your diaper and keeping your body clean and healthy should not be much more of a risk for someone with incontinence than for a continent person. The difference is on why you are incontinent. If you make yourself incontinent as part of a diaper fetish, then there are other factors. How did you make yourself incontinent as some people actually do physical damage to their sphincters and body in order to make themselves incontinent. Also if their goal is to make themselves incontinent for the personal enjoyment they get when being in wet and messy diapers, do they neglect to change diapers when they should and instead sit way too long in a wet and messed diaper to the point of a UTI or very bad and infected diaper rash? Summing up, I think there can be risks in anything but if you do as you should and care for yourself, then the risks should be minimum as long as you aren't foolish with your fettish.

@Stephlatex there are always risks involved in decisions that you make. What you have to decide is what is the best decision that you make for yourself. I always say it this way: if I end up making a decision that I am going to wear diapers for the rest of my life, and I become incontinent because of it, then it’s no big deal to me. The reason why I say this is because I am already incontinent both ways, and I have cerebral palsy, which is a neurological disability, and each neurological disability can come with other conditions that Manifest themselves because of a disability. Most people that have cerebral palsy live their lives as I have, and they do the best they can, and they may not have incontinence or other conditions, but they may have conditions that are similar or to a lesser extent then someone else that has cerebral palsy. But this I mean you could have three people that are in the same room: all of us have cerebral palsy, but each of us has Cerebral Palsy, and other conditions that are Part of your disability. One person may have serval palsy and it is very mild, which means that it may not affect them as much, while the second person may have moderate cerebral palsy which affects them in several areas, while you might have a third person that has either severe or profound CP. It all depends on the persons condition. I have had problems with incontinence since 2019, and I have decided that the best way to do that is to use diapers 24 seven. This is a decision I made because I wanted to make it easier for myself to be able to deal with it, and as such I am the one dealing with it changing myself and dealing with the consequences of that decision. I finally got sick of having to constantly run to the bathroom and not being able to sleep for hours on end at night simply because I had to use the bathroom. If I had to use the bathroom every single time that I felt it, I’d spend more time in the bathroom than I do doing anything else in the house. This way, if I am fully diapered and protected, I can Live in active wife, do what I want to do, and I don’t have to worry about it. If there’s one thing that I have learned over the years, it is to take your worries and your fears, and try to face them to the best of your ability. if I had to rate my worries on a scale of one to 10, with one being the least of my worries and 10 being the thing that I would most worry about, and contents would rate as a one – this is because it can be dealt with using diapers, or by using drugs or other methods. I have decided that I want to use diapers to take care of it, because there’s nothing wrong with this, and it also helps me deal with other feelings that I am dealing with as well. as you age, you will always find that something changes, but you cannot have something bad happened to you simply because you are wearing diapers, using diapers, or liking them. You may have a weak bladder, a weak bowels, or other problems that have to do with everything “downstairs in the plumbing area“, but prolonged use of diapers does not cause incontinence on its own. There has to be some sort of trigger that would make that happen. In my case, I know that I have had accidents, and I know what it is like to have to clean them up, and deal with whatever the problem is. In order to be proactive, the only way that I can see in order to make my life more livable is to decide for myself that I like diapers, that I need diapers, and that they also fulfill other needs as well. I would not worry about using diapers, because to me all they are is a special type of underwear that you end up doing your business in, and that is it. People who are incontinent can live very productive and very rewarding lives, and that is because they have ways of dealing with incontinence so that it does not run their lives. They may or may not have control of their bowel or their bladders, but I can tell you that there are many many successful individuals Who decide that incontinence is a one on the scale of one to 10, and they run with it every day, and they deal with whatever they have to deal with. They are comfortable within themselves to know that that is the way they want to handle things, and I will tell each one of these individuals that thinks this way that this is the proper way to think about what they are doing. They are in control of what happens as far as what they want to do to handle the situation, but they may not be in control of when it happens or what is released – you have to be the judge of what you want to do and what do you want to happen to yourself. just as you were a baby, you didn’t have any control at all. As you grow up, you learned how to control your bladder and your bowels and be able to decide when you go to the bathroom and when you don’t. By that I mean, you felt it, and you dealt with it, so that wasn’t an issue. For people who are incontinent both ways, and have no control at all, things just release whenever you feel it. There is no fault oh I have to go to the bathroom let’s walk there now“. It will happen so fast, and by the time they think they feel it, it’s all over with, and they end up with a dirty diaper but they have to change. Remember when you were a kid, you had to learn how, by training your bowel and your bladder to be able to hold whatever it is that you have in it why don’t have to be able to get to a bathroom to release it. In my case, my control is waning, so that means that I may or may not be able to control it, so I have to be prepared for a release. I have had that happen on several occasions, and sometimes it can be inconvenient, but I can tell you from experience that if you are totally incontinent it can be a pain either way, because you were living and you will not have a choice. If you have no control at all, it is impossible for you to “retrain yourself”. If you are in a position where you believe that you can retrain yourself, it might take a long time if you are used to using diapers for releasing anything that you were holding. If you are to the point where you were in diapers 24 seven, retraining yourself can be harder than you realize. People always ask me “how do you train yourself to be able to release in a diaper?” I always tell them “in order for you to run train yourself you have to wear a diaper 24 seven, and then every time you feel it, you release regardless of what it is.” If you have been in a situation where you have been in diapers long enough, it will be harder and harder as you age to train yourself or retrain yourself to use the bathroom on the toilet again. I will not worry about this, because that is waste of my worries, and as I said diapers help me deal with feelings and other issues that I am dealing with, so not only does it help with my incontinence but it helps with these issues. I guess because I have like diapers since I was eight, then that is why I feel the way I feel, and once you have that feeling in you, it doesn’t matter what you try to do, it is always with you and it is an overwhelming thing that you cannot control when you feel that way, but there are ways to deal with it. if it is retraining that you want, I can say that it is possible, but as you age it could be harder to do that. I went to diapers in 2019 because I don’t want to end up having a situation where I’m constantly in the bathroom, and not being able to sleep. In my mind is it easier to change your diaper, then it is to keep on getting up every five minutes to go to the bathroom, and because of this situation, and because of my IBS and other issues, this is one of the best decisions I have made: if for some reason you have to wear diapers for the rest of your life, it is not that big of a deal, you just have to accept it and I understand that that is what is going to happen: it is not your fault if that happens, because in most cases it is something that can be dealt with, and as long as you’re willing to deal with it the way I am, it shouldn’t be a problem - you just have to make sure that you have a disposal can, disposal bags, single used to swizzle bags, gloves, diapers, wipes and other things that you need to be able to take care of the situation. I am fully stocked, and I have a bag that goes with me everywhere, so when I am out I can take care of situation where I have to change. good luck! Brian

“Yes mommy.” She said sobbing as she laid on her changing table having her diaper put back on her.. ”Mommy I know please.”‘She begged Kayla had learned since her new baby punishment that her mommy had that stern look like I’m not going to tell you again.. Not wanting to get another spanking she did as she was told and crawled to the corner.. Once she reached the corner she began saying it then she felt her stomach turn and she knew what was coming she squatted and began filling her diaper.. i can’t Believe I just shit myself! She thought as she continued talking to the wall..

This morning, squatting submissively in front of my Dom Husband.

I agree with @Apache Raccoon?❤️ You should buy yourself a scale that way you can have some measurement of your success. I know how it is, sometimes you don't feel like you're losing weight WHEN you're actually losing weight. So having a scale is a good idea.⚖️??☺️ And if you REALLY wanted to keep track of it, you could always count your calories. Although you may not want to keep track of it and I wouldn't blame you. LOL! Another good idea is to have a food journal to write down what you had, whether it be snacks, or breakfast, lunch, or dinner.??????❤️?☺️?????❤️

Dead at 60? Damn bro. I work with many people in their 60's, 70's, 80's and 90's. While I find most people don't want to live into their 90's for what you just stated, 60's? That's a third of life. Gone. Yes, you get older and things start breaking, but MANY people live productive active lives well into their 80's and some into their 90's. Hell I was bootpacking up a ski hill (climbing a mountain in deep snow, in ski boots, while carrying your skis on your shoulder and trying not to fall off the mountain, in Jackson Hole, WY) a few years ago and I passed a woman 90% of the way to the top. We chatted, me breathing heavier than her. She said she was 82. And she was freaking climbing a mountain to ski down it. I mean, come on. Just eat healthy, get exercise, and you can be super healthy and active certainly in your 70's. My experience is that unless you have severe health issues you are good until at least 75. Those are the GO GO years of retirement, then the slow go, then the no go. Sure, people get alzheimers in their 60's. But that's the exception, not the rule.

[ cancels trip to Norway ] No Donuts, No deal!

Try magnesium citrate! It’s a little bottle of clear liquid that has a “flavor” it is disgusting but bearable so have a water bottle to chase it and also stay really hydrated. It’s wayyyy stronger than dulcolax. If you drink this laxative you will get an effect like I described and it will last a couple of hours if not until the next morning even! Just maybe skip messing for a day for maximum effectiveness. Just a couple of warnings though, wear a diaper for the rest of the day and while you sleep because after I posted this my diaper nearly leaked from messing and then I changed my diaper and went to sleep and woke up at around 1 in the morning uncontrollably messing my diaper. I even came home today (the day after I took the lax) and still felt my stomach gurgling from the laxative. It’s a lot more controlled the next day but still loose and dangerous! So unless you have a diaper on don’t think you can fart safely after taking this laxative?? (I learned my lesson the hard way)

Oh come on buddy, don't be so sensitive. Besides I think it's a valid statement. I'm sure you wouldn't want to live forever anyway. At least not on Earth, and that's exactly what my point was. LOL!??? Don't read too much into it. Okay bud!?????❤️?❤️☺️

There is a legitimate risk of serious complications from urinary tract infections and skin infections as you get older. When you are young and mobile and have a robust immune system it’s not a big deal. But sadly that changes with age. As someone who plans to remain incontinent the rest of my life, I decided that if I’m fortunate to reach old age I’m going to need to find a talented aide to help me with diaper changes and make sure I stay clean and dry and infection free. Maybe I should start looking right now! ?

Well now I hope you're enjoying all those crispy chocolate chip cookies!??☺️❤️??❤️?❤️?????????????????❤️????♥️?♥️?

I had the same feeling, mostly because I didn't really have other friends that had the same interests with diapers as me. I mostly accepted it because I know that my fetish will never go away and that it has been around for almost my whole life, considering diapers might've been a security blanket item for me growing up.

Time to get my FingLonger out of the closet again!

Just like an toddler???? I thought you said you didn't care if somebody saw you make a pee-pee or a poo-poo in your diaper?!? And do you like it when you diapies leak?!??? Cuz I hate that!?? And I like thick plastic on my diapies, and I thought you would too?!??? I love white diapies!???♥️?☺️? White is my favorite color actually.????♥️??

Thanks to @Niafor chipping in fifty dollars this month!

I guess I had to train my computer or something. Seems to be working just fine, now. Odd.

No mommy to change me, will change when the time comes.

In grade school after pooping my pants the teacher would just walk over to me and tell me to go to the bathroom and clean up. In highschool no one knew I was wearing a Pampers and I never soaked them to the point of leaking.

May you all bite my shiney metal add.

Spicy I like it

I have always or most of the time used suppositories with my diapers. My affliction with them comes from early years of childhood and I combine them with my diapers. I have also used other means with or without diapers liquid glycerin, dulcolax suppositories.fleet enemas mineral oil enemas .and most of all I enjoy warm water enemas.

I'm planning to do a Yu-Gi-Oh story for Tea as she duels a figure as both are strapped onto a conveyor belt. Would you be alright if I used the villain from this fic, and her baby deck?

7. Christopher sat on his bed, his thoughts jumbled. Upon arriving home from the doctor Hannah brought him into the bathroom, wiped him down with a warm washcloth, then gave him a clean pair of training pants. Other than several “tsk, tsks” from his wife, the process was performed in silence. She didn’t otherwise comment on his accident nor give him a chance to explain that the nurse was too slow in getting him into the bathroom so that it wasn’t his fault. How she viewed it, though, was evident in the large container of baby wipes that she put on top of his dresser. They’d also been married long enough that he could tell without speaking that she wasn’t pleased with him. Because of this, and despite the fact that it was the nurse’s fault that he wet himself, he chose to wait until she calmed down a little before he initiated his talk with her. He needed to make clear that her new rules were unfair, unnecessary, and undermined his authority with Abby. For now, though, he was avoiding her and decided to stay in his room and think about how to broach the subject without causing an argument. The stress of the morning’s events and the lack of anything to do eventually had his eyes drooping. A short nap, he thought, would help bring his mind back into focus. He awoke when the front door slammed and he heard Abby call that she was home from school, followed by a small shriek and her comment that “they’re here!” Christopher’s attitude immediately improved. She had to be referring to the clothes that she had ordered for him, which she must have requested express delivery for. He smiled for the first time in days. Finally, the first step back to reestablishing respectability. He stood up to make his way downstairs, but was startled to feel his training pants droop between his legs. This wasn’t his fault either, he knew, because he had fallen asleep and what happened was essentially bedwetting even though it occurred during the daytime. He wondered how noticeable it would be and whether he could quickly get one of his new pairs of pants over them before Hannah or Abby would see. Or maybe he shouldn’t take the chance and change before he went downstairs. But was Hannah keeping track of the number of trainers that he was using? Would changing only make things worse? He wasn’t that wet now, was he? Before he could make a decision, Hannah popped her head in the door. “Dear, your new clothes are here. Could you come downstairs for a few minutes?” Not waiting for an answer, she turned and left, expecting him to follow. Encouraged by her pleasant tone of voice that seemed to say that this morning’s events were forgiven and forgotten, he gave up all thoughts of changing and left the room. Things were about to get better, he just knew it. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was greeted by the beaming smiles of the two women and the sight of several large boxes on the living room floor. Cassie, just back from daycare, was trying to climb one of them. Hannah picked her up and brought her to sit with her on the couch while Abby was cutting the tape on the first of the boxes. “I was lucky to find these at a huge discount. If I ordered in quantity and let the shop pick the patterns, probably those that weren’t big sellers for them, I got fifty percent off,” she said proudly. “So even I’m not sure what they look like except for the fact that they’re the top brand. Daddy, you don’t need to worry about those training pants anymore.” Christopher couldn’t believe his ears, but his elation quickly deflated when Abby reached into the box and pulled out a pair of large cotton yellow and lilac briefs adorned with flowers and butterflies. He was speechless, but Hannah quickly filled the void. “Those are darling, Abby. Can I see them? Oh my, they’re thick. They must have a dozen layers in the crotch. They’re even heavier weight than the disposables he’s using now. Good job. How many pairs did you get?” “Twelve, plus a coupon for twenty percent off if we order more,” she said brightly. “And they’re the brand for heavy wetters. Should we see the rest?” Christopher lowered himself into a chair as the women pulled pair after pair out of the box, oohing and ahhing at each one. There were several animal prints, plain pairs in pink and yellow, polka dots, and flowers. Not one of them seemed appropriate for a male, or for an adult for that matter. The only saving grace was that they would be hidden under the pants that must have been in one of the other boxes. “Well, c’mon Daddy, which one do you want to try first?” Abby gushed. “I know, this one with the turtles is super cute! Come here, I’ll help you.” Knowing he didn’t have a choice, Christopher walked over to where Abby sat on the floor, her head at his waist level. She reached to pull his current pair down before she paused, sniffed the air, and felt his crotch. “Mom, would you mind getting some baby wipes. I think all of this excitement was too much for Daddy.” Giving her husband a look of profound disappointment, Hannah left the room and returned shortly, handing Abby a box of wipes. She stood by while Abby had him step out of his soiled pants and wiped him down, then again left to dispose of the offending garment. When she returned, though, her face brightened at the sight of Christopher in his new training pants.” “Well isn’t that just the cutest,” she said. “And turtles spend a lot of time in water so they won’t mind getting wet.” “Oh yeah, speaking of that,” Abby said, “these don’t have the waterproof outer layer so I had to buy plastic panties to go over them.” As she spoke Abby reached into the box and pulled out a stack of plastic pants in assorted colors and patterns. She picked out a light yellow pair. “This one kind of matches. Well, it’ll definitely match the color of the panties after he wets them,” she giggled. “Now dear, be nice,” Hannah admonished, albeit with a smile. “Honey, step into those and then come let me see.” Christopher stood mute while his wife adjusted the plastic pants to make sure that the fabric beneath was completely incased. Satisfied, she patted him on the rear and sent him back to his chair. Abby pushed the now-empty box off to one side and pulled another over. “It wasn’t easy to find clothes in his size that we could get quickly, so a lot of what I ordered won’t be here until next week. But I bought a few outfits that he can wear for now.” Christopher leaned forward eagerly. Finally, he could cover up his shameful trainers. It would be far more convincing telling Hannah that she needed to start treating him more like an adult if he was wearing a pair of jeans. He blanched as his daughter pulled out the first of her purchases. “They’re onesies, see? I couldn’t believe they made them in adult sizes, but then I read that they’ll help keep his diapers—I mean his training pants—from sagging after they’ve been used. Isn’t that nice, Daddy? That way the fact that you need a change won’t be so obvious when you’re out in public. And look, they have snaps in the crotch to make changes easier.” Christopher was stunned as he looked at the pile of oversized onesies in any number of childish, even infantile patterns. His prolonged silence hung over the room. Hannah intervened. “Well, Chrissy, aren’t you going to thank her for being so thoughtful? They’ll save you lots of embarrassment if you have a wet or messy accident in front of others. You should be grateful.” “Th..th..thank you Abby,” he stammered. Please, he thought to himself, let there be something in one of the other boxes to cover these up, although his confidence in his daughter’s judgment was rapidly waning. His fears were quickly realized. “These are just the ones I could get fast,” Abby noted as she pulled three outfits from the final box. “There’s a couple of sets of shorts and tops with animal patterns. The shorts don’t have snaps but they can be pulled down easily, and one of them has a plasticized lining. But this is my favorite outfit.” Christopher’s hopes were raised as he saw something denim being pulled from the bottom of the box. Finally, he hoped, a pair of blue jeans. “Look at that, it’s a pair of shortalls,” Hannah cooed. “And a fire truck on the bib. Is there a matching shirt?” “Of course,” Abby said as she held up a white shirt with a red collar and fire trucks and dalmatians all over. “I think he should try this one first.” “Absolutely,” Hannah agreed. “It’s probably easier if you unsnap the crotch first so that we can adjust the shoulder straps.” Together the two women fussed and fiddled as they dressed Chrissie. He could have been a doll for all of the input he was allowed. Finally they stepped back, admiring their work. They had been so absorbed in discovering Christopher’s wardrobe that they had mostly ignored Cassie, who had been watching the proceedings quietly. Suddenly, though, she stood up and toddled over to Hannah holding her crotch with one hand. “Potty,” she said desperately. “Oh dear,” Hannah exclaimed. “Abby, I’ll bring Cassie. You grab your father.”

My son has no reason to come on here, he's not an ABDL. Why would I tell him? Regardless of whatever age he is, it's none of his business. I don't understand why people feel the need to expose others to their lifestyle for no reason. I have no need or desire or reason to tell my son

For those who were spanked for their bed wetting/accidents, did the spankings get worse as the accidents continued? Like this spanking isn't working, you must need a harder one, or more wacks?

I don't need to explain anything or add context here, except to mention that I've decided to start naming the chapters. It's a fun convention in novels and I want to do it for this story! Chapter 4: Ground Rules Grace sat on the living room couch, her arms crossed. “I don’t see why all this is necessary.” “It’s nooot,” Melody said, in a singsong tone. “You shouldn’t be doing this at all.” “But if you’re gonna go through with it, it’s necessary,” Brains said. “Well it’s stupid,” Grace said. “Agreed,” Pierce said, leaning against the mantle across from her. “Well at least they agree on something…” Skip called. They were in the kitchen making after-work supper, but could hear everything happening in the living room. The whole gang was here to mediate the bet. “If you’re doing this, it’s going to affect the whole house. This is going to nip a dozen fights in the bud,” Brains said. “And you really, really shouldn’t do this,” Melody added. “Okay, fine, we need to figure out the terms,” Grace said. “That’s not what I was talking about.” Brains frowned. “Then what were you talking about?” “Do we really need the props?” Grace asked. In true Brains fashion, he hadn’t just gotten a notepad to jot things down. He’d retrieved a whiteboard from the basement, and taken some visual aids and printouts from ‘expecting mother’ webpages. “I wanted to be thorough,” he said, shrugging. “Let’s just get this done,” Pierce said. “This thing is stupid anyways.” Melody opened her mouth, then shut it. Pointing out, again, that they didn’t have to go through with what amounted to a pissing contest wasn’t going to get them anywhere. “So,” Brains said. “The bet, from what I’m understanding, is this: Pierce will take care of Grace as though she were a baby until either he gets sick of caring for her, or until she gets sick of being cared for. Right?” “Right,” Grace and Pierce said, in unison. Realizing they were in sync, she scowled at him, and he stuck his tongue out at her. “Okay, well. Obviously we’re not actually going to treat Grace like a baby, ” Brains said, “But-” “Hold it,” Pierce interjected. “I’ve got a problem with that.” “Ugh…” Melody said. “What, do you think she has to do baby talk or something?” “The bet is, until she gets sick of it,” Pierce said. “I’m not saying we gotta childproof the house or anything, but if she just gets a free maid and cooking service, she’s not going to get sick of it.” “Okay. Some babying,” Brains conceded, looking at Grace. “Do you agree to that?” “Sure. Whatever.” Grace shrugged. pulling the cap off a magic marker. “Fortunately you both work from home, that makes things relatively simple. I think it comes down to four basic categories.” Writing in big letters, he put down the first section. FOOD “Babies can’t feed or water themselves,” Brains said. “Obviously. Pierce, you will have to prepare at least three meals a day for Grace, feed them to her, and give her a minimum of six pints of fluids. The food has to cover all her nutritional needs and can’t cause any health problems. Grace, you can only eat what Pierce makes you. If you are hungry or thirsty, you will have to ask him to get it for you.” “Define ‘prepare’,” Pierce said. Brains frowned. “Eh…” Skip, helpfully, piped up. “Two hots and a cold!” “Okay, that,” Brains said. “You have to cook two meals, the other can be something cold like cereal.” “And it can be whatever I want to feed her otherwise?” Brains frowned. “I mean, it can’t make her sick, and you can’t make it wrong on purpose so it’s gross. No serving inedible food.” “It can’t be the same food every day,” Grace added. “That’s the lazy way out, and you’re trying to prove you’re not lazy. I want unique menus.” “Yeah,” Pierce snorted. “Sure. I’ll do that.” “And when we say feed,” Grace said. “We mean, serve to me?” “Oh hell no. I’m gonna do the airplane,” Pierce said, mimicking holding a spoon in his hand and moving it towards an open mouth. “I’m gonna do the choo-choo train, I’m gonna get extra with this.” “That’s… actually a fair point,” Brains said. “He should have to feed it to you.” “What if I’m eating an apple?” Grace asked. “Silverware,” Melody said, her hand still covering her face. Everyone in the living room looked at her. “Grace can’t use silverware,” Melody said. “If you can hold it in your hand without making a mess, you can eat it yourself.” Brains raised his eyebrows, looking between the two of them. “Fair?” Pierce shrugged. Melody nodded. “Okay.” Raising the marker, Brains wrote down the rules. FOOD Two cooked meals and one cold meal a day. The food has to cover Grace’s nutritional needs, be palatable, and have variety. Grace cannot make food for herself or pour drinks for herself. She can only eat food herself if it does not require silverware, otherwise, Pierce must feed it to her. He must also ensure she gets six pints of fluids a day. “Hold it,” Pierce said, stepping up and extending his hand. Brains passed him the marker, and he amended the last line. He must also ensure she gets six pints of fluids a day, served exclusively in baby bottles. “There,” Pierce said, passing back the marker. “I think that settles it.” “You know that means more work for you, right?” Grace asked. “Those things are a pain in the taint to wash.” “That’s settled, then?” Brains asked. “No objections?” “None from me,” Grace said. “This is gonna be hi-larious,” Pierce added. “Okay then, next section.” CLOTHING & HYGEINE Brains paused, looking at the board. “Wait, shoot. That’s not right.” Smudging out two letters with his thumb, he tried to swap the ‘I’ and the ‘E’ in Hygiene, but the marker didn’t come off clean and it looked more like a couple blobs. “This one’s got two parts to it,” Brains said. “First, you’ve gotta make sure that Grace stays clean, and second, you’ve gotta make sure she’s dressed. That means daily baths, it means you’re responsible for her laundry, and it means you choose her wardrobe.” “Rugrats run around mostly naked all the time,” Pierce said. “When it’s appropriate, sure. But it’s early Autumn, and it’s gonna get colder. Besides, that’d defeat the point. You’ve got to ensure that Grace is dressed in clothes that are appropriately warm, comfortable, and appropriate for her surroundings. If she needs to go out of the house, that means dressing her in clothing that will be discreet and presentable.” “I reserve the right to veto any outfits he picks,” Grace said. Brains frowned. “That seems exploitable.” “I reserve the whatsit,” Melody said. “Grace, if you think he’s dressing you up like a clown, you can ask me to judge. Hey, Skip!” “Yeah?” Skip called back. “If I’m not around, can you be the fashion police?” “Sure!” “There. Neutral judge of fashion,” Melody confirmed. “And you’re fine letting him wash you?” Brains added. “To be clear, that means-” “Fuck, Brains,” Grace said. “We’ve all seen each other naked at some point or another, and I trust you all with my life. Yeah, he’s gonna get to see a lot of me naked. Pierce is a slob, not a creep.” “Thanks,” Pierce said, pausing. “I mean. Sort of.” “Okay then, that settles that.” CLOTHING & HYG■■NE Pierce will bathe Grace at least once a day, and ensure she stays generally clean and sanitary. He will be responsible for ensuring she is clothes in appropriate outfits, factoring in temperature, circumstances, and whether she’ll be outside the house. Melody and Skip have veto power on any outfit she wears. “Fair,” Grace said. “Fair,” Pierce agreed. “Next on the list, then…” Brains wrote up on the board. BEDTIME Pierce cackled with laughter. “Hey!” Grace objected. “We don’t need that.” “Babies don’t put themselves to bed,” Brains pointed out. “We are definitely doing this,” Pierce added, grinning a ridiculous smile. Brains just started writing it out. Pierce will put Grace to bed every night, no later than 9:30 PM. Lights out will be no later than 10 PM. Once in bed, she can’t leave or get up except in the case of an emergency, until Pierce comes to wake her up, at a time no later than 8:30 AM. “Wait, what,” Pierce said, reading that last part. “HAH!” Grace barked, gloating with a childish singsong tone. “Someone’s gotta be awake in the morning.” “Now, hold on, I don’t know if we need to do this after all,” Pierce objected. “I don’t-” “Too late,” Grace grinned. “What, you want to just leave me in bed for eighteen hours a day? Not gonna happen, ‘I’m so good at baby sitting’ man.” “What defines an emergency, exactly?” Melody asked, peering over at the board. She’d at least taken her hand away from her face, though her expression was still intensely dubious. “Anything time-sensitive involving your job, any family crisis requiring an immediate response, and then obvious stuff,” Brains said. “Fire, injury, aliens.” “Aliens?” Melody asked. “Obvious stuff,” Brians confirmed. There was just one section left that hadn’t been covered, one that Brains was apparently a bit hesitant to actually put up on the board. No more avoiding it, though. DIAPERS “So, yeah.” Brains said, sheepishly. “This one.” “I still don’t care about the whole nudity thing,” Grace shrugged. “He can see my ass, I don’t care.” “I guess the question is, how ‘baby’ do we want this to be?” Brains said. “As baby as possible,” Pierce said. “She’s not getting out of this easy.” Grace frowned. (I was about to say that about him.) “Then… Here, I thought about this already,” Brains said. “Just tell me how this sounds.” Grace will wear diapers at all times, except when bathing. She will not be able to use the toilet. While at home, she won’t be allowed to ask for a diaper change. Pierce will change her diaper before putting her to bed, after waking her up, and any other time that she needs a change. He will be responsible for knowing when she needs a change, though if anyone else besides Grace says that she needs one, he will drop what he’s doing and change her within ten minutes. If she needs to leave the house, she may ask for a change before leaving. If she needs to be away for more than four hours, she may take a change with her so that she can change herself when needed. Grace will not be allowed to leak or get a serious diaper rash. Grace will not stay in a Brains paused. “What do we want to call it when she, uh, goes number two?” “A poopy diaper,” Pierce snorted. “Whatever,” Grace rolled her eyes. “I don’t care.” Grace will not be allowed to leak or get a serious diaper rash. Grace will not stay in a poopy diaper for more than an hour for any reason, except if it’s during the period where she’s in bed at night. He stopped writing. “That’s what I’ve got.” “What if I don’t notice she’s been a poopy pants for more than an hour?” Pierce asked. “Like, if I’m busy and she’s in the other room.” “That’s what checking is for, dumbass,” Grace replied. “Though, what if he doesn’t notice?” Pierce rolled his eyes. “That’s what I just asked!” “I mean - what’s the penalty for fucking up?” Grace asked. “Immediate forfeit?” “You’re both going to fuck up,” Brains said. “That’s not a criticism. It’s just going to happen. I figured we could use a score system, and count the mistakes, and if either of you reaches an imbalance where you’ve screwed up significantly more - say, sixty percent more and at least five, then-” “No,” Skip said, walking in. “That’s silly.” Brains turned to face them. “Well do you have a better idea?” “She’s a baby, he’s a babysitter,” Skip said, pointing a thumb at Grace and an index finger at Pierce. “If she screws up, put her in time out. If he screws up, dock his pay.” “What pay?” Pierce asked. “You don’t pay me anything.” “No, but we can make you chuck fifty bucks in the beer fund,” Skip said. “Fifty?” Pierce said. “Hey,” Grace said, smirking. “If you don’t want to pay up, don’t screw up. Or, when you screw up and decide you want to hang onto your cash, you can always forfeit.” Pierce grumbled, which made her smile. “I take it that means you’re okay with that plan?” Brains asked. “If it means he covers our beer and does all my chores, absolutely,” Grace said. Brains shrugged, writing it on the board. If Pierce breaks any written rule, he will contribute fifty dollars to the beer pool for each mistake. If Grace breaks any rule, she will sit in time out for one hour per mistake, during which time Pierce is not responsible for any leaks or rash that occurs. Grace frowned. “What’s with that last line?” “You could get out of time out early by using your diaper on purpose,” Brains pointed out. “Which defeats the point of, y’know. Time out.” “Why are we even arguing about this…” Melody said. “I don’t think we are.” Grace got to her feet. “The rules are fair. Pierce, I’ll be impressed if you last two days.” Pierce stood up straight, walking over to her and sticking out his hand. “And I’ll be impressed if you make it through the first time you’ve got to shit your pants.” They shook on it. You know the drill, my writing is supported by Patrons and this wouldn't be possible without them. 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