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Chapter 15 There was no clock in the nursery, so Danny did not know what time it was, but he did not care. At that moment he also did not care about the state of his diaper being the most disgusting thing he had ever felt. All he could focus on was the terrible pain his leg was in. It was bad enough to wake him from his slumber. He did not want to ask either of his new caregivers for help. He refused to be reliant on anyone. He was able to get out of the blankets that Mama had loosely swaddled him in. He tried to go back to sleep but with nothing else to think about the pain just seemed to get worse. He thought he was being a wimp to himself. He thought he could take a whole lot more punishment back in his dimension. He decided he had to do something. Immediately when he tried to move, he shifted his weight onto his right side and bad leg without thinking. The pain became even more intense. He could not help but yell out in pain. Angela could sleep through an earthquake normally but today she was sleeping light and heard Danny’s scream. Ashley was also woken by the screams as she was a light sleeper. “He sounds like he is really hurt,” Angela said as she jumped out of bed. Ashley looked at the clock, it was the middle of the night, and she realized the problem. “Damn, his pain medicine has worn off.” “Oh no, the poor little guy. Can you get his pain meds ready?” “Sure,” Ashley responded. “I do not want that medicine going into an empty stomach though. A bottle is probably enough.” “Grab one of the small ice cream cups in the freezer just to be sure,” Angela suggested, “and a bottle from the fridge while you are making his medicines. I am going to check on him.” With that Angela left the bedroom and went across the hall to the nursery. She saw Danny curled into a ball, holding his knee. “Danny,” Mama Angela cooed, “I am sorry Mommy Ashley and me should have planned better. We are going to put something in your tummy so we can give you pain meds.” “I’m fine,” Danny said while wincing. He was in agony but he did not want to accept that he needed anything from the amazons. “No, you are not,” Mama Angela stated. With how Danny had been so far he would be complaining far more about the messy diaper if he was okay. “You do not have to act so tough and strong around me. You are clearly hurting please let us help you. Mommy Ashley is going to give you some more pain medicine and get you right back to sleep.” Danny stayed quiet, Mama Angela assumed it was because he did not want to admit she was correct but was in too much pain to argue and fight with her about it. Mama Angela hated seeing Danny in so much pain. She was looking forward to when he recovered even though it would create some new challenges. Ashley walked in with the medicine, ice cream and bottle that her partner had asked her to bring. Mama Angela picked Danny up and propped him on the changing table with his back against the wall. “Open wide Danny,” she stated as she scooped up a little sized bite of the ice cream. Danny complied. Mama would have loved to savor the moment and play with Danny while feeding him, but she knew it was not the right time. Danny was only doing as she asked because he was hurting. She fed him as quickly as she could before giving him half of the bottle. “Ok,” Mama Angela said. “I think he is ready to take his medications.” Then Ashley gave him three medications. Mama Angela then fed him the rest of the bottle and Danny feel back asleep quickly. Mama Angela quickly changed him out of his messy diaper and carried him back to his crib. She gently swaddled him again making it a little tighter than she did earlier. Then the couple exited the nursery. “What was the third medicine you gave him?” Angela asked. “It was the sedative,” Ashley said. “I want to go back to bed, and he needs sleep to help his body heal.” “Good idea,” Angela said. “Remind me when we get back up, I need to run to the store and pick a few things up.” “What do we need?” Ashley asked. They had been to the grocery store just a few days ago. “Food for Danny,” Angela replied. “Ok,” Ashley replied getting back into bed. Angela woke up and looked to see it was 9 am. She saw her partner still asleep and quietly got out of bed, being careful not to disturb her wife. Angela went straight into the nursery. Danny was out cold. She quickly showered then got dressed for the day when she got an idea. She thought about risk, but she decided that if it could help both Danny and her wife it was worth it. She grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. Ashley woke up at 10:15 to see her wife was no longer in bed. She wondered if Danny was awake when she went downstairs and saw no sign of her wife but noticed a note on the kitchen table. She picked it up and immediately was shocked. Ashley, I went to the grocery store to get a few things for Danny. I should be home before he wakes up but if I am not there are some bottles in the fridge for him and there is yogurt if he is hungry for breakfast. -Love you, Angela Ashley thought that Angela intended to be home before Danny awoke but she doubted Angela would be. When Angela went shopping alone with a small list it usually took her twice as long as Ashley expected and would come back with far more than was on the list. Ashley also knew Angela has been spoiling Danny rotten so she will probably go even further overboard then normal. That meant that Ashley would spend more alone time then she intended with Danny. Ashley checked on him in the nursery. Luckily, he was still asleep. Maybe, with the sedative, Angela would be home before Danny woke up. She got up, took a quick shower, got dressed, and went downstairs and began reading. She enjoyed the idea of time off but still felt like she abandoned her coworkers and patients who might need her. She continued reading until she heard a groan over the baby monitor. She hoped he was still asleep, but it became clear Danny was waking up. Angela needs to get home soon was Ashley’s only thought as she went to get him.

Chapter 37: True Colours Thief in Service - by LittleFallenPrincess As soon as I heard footsteps heading down, I looked over to Naomi, who was still bound in the crib. “Mimi...?” She was crying when she looked over at me. “I’m sorry Paige. I didn’t want to come here... I just... Tony said...” “Shh. It’s okay. I understand. And I’m sorry for getting you caught up in all this.” “It’s not your fault! Ignore whatever Christian has been telling you, it’s not your fault. Tony was pissed after your... whatever she is... kicked his thug’s butts. He threatened us all. Christian has been complaining ever since.” Mimi’s voice quivered as tears continued falling down her cheek. “When did he threaten you?” I asked. “Not long after the incident here apparently. Christian has been waiting for a while though, planning to break in. But your... sorry, I have to ask, what is she anyway?” “Who? Alex? She’s my girlfriend.” Mimi’s face lit up, as if the current situation wasn’t even an issue anymore. “OH PAIGE! I know it’s not the time, but I’m so happy for you!” “Thanks Mi.” I smiled at her. “Anyway, your girlfriend hasn’t been out of the building in weeks. When Christian noticed she left today, he put his plan into motion and stormed the place. I wish I could have told you... but...” “But if you were caught, Tony would have had your head. Or worse.” “Exactly. Please forgive me! I’m so sorry! I don’t care if you’re into all this weird stuff! And... you do look kinda cute... just... please don’t hate me!” “Mimi... I could never hate you. You’re my best friend. I love you!” I wasn’t lying. I couldn’t hate her. I’m pretty damn sure it’s impossible to hate her. She’s just too nice. Hating her would be akin to kicking a puppy... “I love you too! So...” She dragged it out, obviously trying to lead to something else. “So?” “So... what are we going to do? I’m stuck in this crib, you’re stuck in there. Gotta say though... these nappies are quite comfortable...” I blushed a bit, I never thought my best friend would be talking about how comfortable the nappy she is wearing is. “I don’t know. I can’t overpower Christian or Emily, both are much stronger than me. Jack... maybe, but even then, there’s no point.” “What’s in her vault?” Mimi asked. “No idea. She never told me about any vault. I knew the first floor was storage for all her collections, but I never saw a vault. Anyway, I think our best bet is to wait and see what happens.” “When is your girlfriend returning?” “Don’t know. She’s at a business meeting, I don’t know when it finishes, she only told me she’d be back tonight.” “So no rescue, no way out... we’re screwed, Paige.” Mimi’s face dropped. “Just wait. I’ll think of something.” I replied. ------------------------------------------------- Looking at the pink clock on the wall, the one with little babyish cartoons on it, an hour had passed and by now I really needed to pee... again. And by the way Naomi was squirming, she wasn’t far behind me. We had spent the past hour talking about Alex. A little about some of the kinks I had... ‘discovered’ whilst with her. A bit about our date on bonfire night. How happy I was. And from her expression, I could see Naomi was really happy for me, she couldn’t stop smiling. But just as I was telling her about how I broke in that final time to give Alex the note, the nursery door opened and in walked Christian. “Right, so that’s everything downstairs ready to ship. The vault should be open in no time. Time for you two... although...” He grinned. “Although what? You little fuck!” I shouted at him. “I’ve warned you time and time again, that mouth on you is going to get you in trouble. So why don’t I show you just how. I’ve had enough of you, Paige.” Christian stormed over to me, undoing the restraints and removing the tray. I tried struggling free, I tried getting away from him... but he was too strong. Picking me up, he fireman-carried me out of the nursery, closing the door behind him. “WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER?” Naomi yelled from the crib. Christian ignored her and walked across the hallway, into the dungeon, with me still over his shoulder. “You want to be a brat? You want to talk back to me all the time? You want to make me look bad in front of everyone?” Settling me down on the floor, he quickly pushed me over the spanking bench before I could try to run. Tying me to the bench by my legs and wrists, he paced around a bit before deciding what to do. My maid uniform tore a bit as he pulled it up, exposing my nappy. It must have caught on one of his rings or something. “You are so fucking pathetic. Look at you, wearing a nappy, acting like a fucking maid. You degenerate piece of shit.” I had never heard him talk like this before. “FUCK Y...” I shouted. Before I could finish that sentence, he shoved a ball gag in my mouth and wrapped it around the back of my head, tying it quickly. “You want all this shit? You want to be spanked and babied and humiliated? Freak! I’ll give you what you want!” I couldn’t believe this was the Christian I thought I knew. Turns out he was a lot worse than I thought. I thought he was just a dick, but now I see that he’s much worse. “What to use... what to use...” I looked back to see him scanning the selection of spanking implements hanging on the wall. “This one has lots of little tassles... that would hurt. A paddle? I’m sure a hit from me would have you limping for a week. How about... oh yes. This one. This will teach you a lesson.” Pulling a cane off the wall, he walked back over. Before I could brace myself for the impact, he whipped the back of my thighs with no warning. And oh my god, it hurt. I wasn’t expecting it, my body didn’t have time to react. At least for the following smacks, I was able to brace myself, not that it did much good, it still hurt more than anything I had ever endured with Alex. More than anything I had ever endured. We had tried paddles, bare hands, even the flogger. But never the cane. She had told me we’d need to work up to that, and now... now I understood why. I cried out into the gag, but it muffled most of it. “How does that feel? You little freak. I bet you’re wet at this. Not that you’d tell... that nappy is soaked.” He whipped the back of my nappy, and thankfully the padding absorbed most of the impact, so I barely felt anything. But he must have seen how little an effect it had on me, because he grabbed the back of my nappy and pulled it down, exposing my bare butt. I braced for impact. However... it was futile. There was no bracing for a hit like this. The crack in the air was followed by a banshee wail as I cried into the gag, pain coursing through me. And again. And again. He got to about five hits, and then stopped all of a sudden. “Yeah? What is it?” he said. I tried looking back to see who he was talking to, but I hadn’t heard anyone come up the stairs or enter the room. ‘Must be on comms...’ I thought to myself. “Fine. I’ll be down in a minute.” Christian walked around the spanking bench and bent down to look me in the eyes. “You’re lucky. We found the vault and Jack’s nearly got it open. I’ll be back soon...” Dropping the cane on the floor, Christian walked off, leaving me tied to the bench, tears still running down my cheeks. ‘What. The actual. Fuck.’ I thought as the pain started to subside, albeit not much. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, my bare arse was on display for anyone who walked in... I was completely helpless. I had no idea how to get out of this situation, the only thing I could think of was to wait until Alex returned. No doubt she’d be back in time to save me... and after seeing what she could do to those massive guys who work for Tony... Emily and Christian would be nothing to her. I’d need to rescue Mimi too, she’s probably scared half to death inside that crib, and she’s no doubt had to use the nappy by now. All I could do for now though... was wait. There was no way off this spanking bench, no way I’d be able to get free or do anything... But then that got me thinking... ‘What about the vault? What was so priceless that Alex needed to lock it away like that? And another thing... where is this vault?’ Thoughts kept swirling around my head, anxiety was building up, making me feel worse and worse every passing minute. I couldn’t hear anything from here, other than the occasional crying from Naomi from the nursery. But then I spotted it. My hope. My ticket out of here. My escape. My eyes had examined every inch of the limited view I had, but just underneath the dresser by the door... I could see something I thought I had lost a long time ago. It must have fell out of my pocket that first time I broke in here, when she knocked me out by the nursery, and it must have slid under there. My tools. It was just a few simple picks and tension wrenches, but I knew without a doubt that I could get myself free from these restraints with them. I thought my stuff was lost to me on the multiple attempts to steal the statue from Alex, and by the time I ended up moving in... I had given up that life and completely forgotten about everything, including the things Alex had taken from me on each attempt. But this simple set of tools must have been thrown free as I was knocked out that first time. Now all I had to do... was get to them. I thought long and hard about how I was going to do this. I could try and tip the spanking bench over. No doubt I could do it, with enough momentum... but it’s going to hurt. So I looked around for other options. Problem was... I couldn’t see any. Maybe if the cane was closer, I could have used that somehow, but the cane was on the opposite side of me. There was no way of getting to my tools unless I toppled this bench. For ten minutes or so, I tried psyching myself up to do it, but I couldn’t. I knew how much it was going to hurt, and that’s not even taking into account the fact that it would make a decent amount of noise, no doubt. It may not give me the time needed to pick the locks on these restraints. Especially as I’d have to somehow find a way to pick them one handed. At an angle. The more and more I thought about the potential problems, the more and more I backed away from the idea. ‘Maybe Alex will save me. She’ll arrive just in time, save me, kick their arses, job done. I won’t need to risk breaking my arms just to get some silly tools...’ Another five minutes passed. ‘The crew downstairs must be in the vault by now... surely. They’re probably filling their bags with whatever valuables they can get their hands on in there.’ By this point, I had resigned myself to waiting for Alex to rescue me. If she didn’t... well I didn’t want to think about that outcome, so I focused on the only outcome I could handle, her saving me. But as I took a deep breath... Panic set in instantly. My breathing sped up. My body began to shake. I knew that smell. I know what followed it. Fire. Flashbacks back to the car accident when I was a kid flooded my mind. Watching from the side of the road as the car burst into flames, my parents inside, dead already from the impact. The burning smell permanently etched in my brain for the rest of my life. I snapped back to the present, tears rolling down my cheeks once more. I needed to act. I needed to get free. Pushing past the fear, I rocked side to side whilst still tied to the bench, causing it to rock with me, gently. As the momentum built up, the bench’s legs started lifting off the ground. I had one chance. If I rocked the wrong way... I’d be screwed. So I focused, rocking side to side, gently balancing the thing so it didn’t fall over until I was ready for it to do so. 1... 2... “NOW!” I screamed through the gag, pushing all my weight to one side, causing the bench to topple over to its side. I slammed against the floor, and just as I predicted, I was pretty sure my arm was broken. Or at least dislocated. I was in an unbelievable amount of pain, my hand was shaking, and my breathing hastened. But I was on my side, on the floor. And within reaching distance... were my tools. 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Scene #158 Inspired by a real brush. ____________________ The mail arrived. That is literally all that happened. Mary was the one who went and got it. I merely walked in the kitchen to see if my mail-order medicine had arrived. And what did I find? I found Mary, standing over a torn Amazon delivery bag, smiling like she’d gotten a present she’d always wanted, and she was tapping that present into her palm with a wistful look plastered to her face. I saw that present, a hairbrush that at a glance I could tell was a weapon of ass destruction, and I said to myself, Get thee behind me, Satan! Not today! I did an about face sharp enough to make the Marines proud and was halfway into taking giant steps the hell outta there as speedily as that time I walked in on my parents. But the commandant I married ordered me to, “Stay.” “But I didn’t do anything,” I whined liked the whiniest person who ever whined when they were whining (which I had every right to). Slumped shoulders, defeated expression, gaping frown, barely holding my torso upright as I spun around and shuffled toward her cuz I’m a good girl (a very good girl!) who does what she’s told (most of the tine). Any sane person would’ve been running down the block knocking over trashcans to slow their pursuer. “I didn’t say you did anything,” my Mary who is mean to me said as she took me by my upper arm and tugged me toward the kitchen table. Dragging my feet would be an understatement; I had them firmly planted on the floor and was gliding along on my socks (stupid collaborationist socks!). She turned a chair around and sat down in it. “But I don’t wanna spanking,” I said – no, declared! With fist clenching, foot stomping, and all the pouting I could muster. You don’t fight a brush like that. You just try to make it feel sorry for you. But some brushes are pitiless. “And I’m not going to spank you.” Wait, really? No; not really. She yoinked me off my feet and over her knee. “You said …” “Just as soon as I’m done spanking, I’m not going to spank.” SPANK. “Ouch! That hurts!” “I was hoping for that.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank. “Marrry! This isn’t fair!” “It’s very unfair, you silly goose.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank. “Let’s get these down.” “No!” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank. “Eeeeeeee! Stop! It hurts!” “It’ll hurt (SPANK) less if you hold (SPANK) still.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank. That is specious reasoning, which is why while she was busy spanking, I was busy trying to freestyle medley my way off her lap. I mean, how much more could face planting onto the kitchen floor hurt than that brush? “And these too.” “NO! NOT BARE! MAR-EEEEEEEEEE!” “Of course (SPANK!) bare.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank! “So mee-hee-hee-ean.” “Very mean.” Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank! “Wuhaa-aaa-aaa.” Spank! spank! spank! “There. Look at me.” Fine! Fine I will! I’ll look at her, and she can see what she did! She reached over and wiped a tear off my face, making one of her trademark o-really faces and rubbing the teardrop between her forefinger and thumb. Yeah! Really! “Daphne, this is a real tear.” “Of course it’s real you (stampeding of victimized vicuñas) and (bleats of innocent ibexes) and (lamentations of oppressed submissives everywhere) and just mean! Mean! (Wounded wookie)!” SPANK! “All done?” “ … MEEEAAAANN!!!!” SPANK! “Hmmph!” “Now you’re done.” What can I say? The woman knows me; I was done. “Sit up.” She helped me sit up, but I was having none of it. I was on my feet and rubbing my butt and scowling at her something fierce. I was fierce! I AM fierce! Grrrr!!! And stuff too, cuz hell hath no fury like a bottom scorched. “Daffy …” “No! No, Mary! Bad Mary!” She started to get up. “No! You stay for a change!” And I’ll tell you what I did next. Just to show her I won’t put up with her shenanigans and raw exercises of domme power, that there are consequences for her actions just like she’s always telling me there are for mine! I sat down in her lap, put my cheek against her chest, and held onto her like a koala to her favorite tree. That’ll show her. That’ll show her good! Mary with the demon brush and the … soft kisses on my hair and fingertips going up and down my back and palm patting my newly spanked bare bottom. “No one does histrionics like you, Daffodil.” “I’ll histrionic you,” I softly bellowed back while wiping my nose on her shirt. “Ha!” “That thing heccin hurts!” “The reviews said it would. I thought you were gonna swim right off my lap.” “What reviews? It came from Amazon.” “The reviews on Amazon.” “The reviews on Amazon are about spanking?” “Mhmm. You wanna read them later?” “ … Yes.” “You wanna go upstairs and lemme rub lotion on your butt?” “Mhmm.” “Up you go.” “Can I return that brush tomorrow,” I asked because reasons. “No, sweetie. It’s going to live on the end table in the living room.” “What!?!” “It’s perfect for quick, on-the-spot corrections. You’ll be glad it’s always in reach. Just think of how well behaved you’ll be. Won’t that feel good?” “No! Can we at least keep it in a drawer? It’s gonna give me nightmares.” “My little drama princess.” “Meanest queen ever.” “Love you.” “Love you back.”

So, endings are hard. On the one hand, I'm very pleased with being able to see this story through to its conclusion and happy that I successfully navigated the winding road of insanity that the story was to wrap things up in a way that is true to the concept I began with. On the other hand, I'm my own worst critic and I feel like we got here very quickly given all the moving parts of the story. I could've stretched it but the fear of repetition and staleness was always at the forefront of my mind when writing this, and this feels like the right time and right way to close things out. I hope you've enjoyed this story, I know I did. If you're interested in reading other things I've written you can check out the ongoing Chaotic Infantile, the one shot Allowance, another one shot Closure, the small short That's My Fetish, and another one shot Tick. Tock. Let me know what you think about this story, good, bad or indifferent, and I'll see you again with another story at some point. XVII “Correction” I sighed with relief once I’d gotten inside, making a beeline to the bathroom to relieve my aching bladder. I’d ditched my soiled diaper in the airport restroom, cleaning myself as best as possible with toilet paper, sneaking to the sink with my pants around my ankles to get the wads of tissue damp to better clean up my mess. I’d used the toilet on the plane twice, but still felt about to burst by the time I’d reached my lab, the driver of my ride share looking at me suspiciously as I bounced my leg in the backseat. Stripping once I’d finished peeing, I hurried to my bedroom area and got out a diaper and felt immediately better once I was padded once again. Not bothering to get dressed any further than that, I made my way to the machine and booted up the computer. I’d worked out a plan I’d hoped would work on the flight home, and now I was just anxious to actually try and get it working. The plan simply boiled down to “I remember Katie, the machine allows me to access memories and manipulate them, I go in and get Katie and bring her back.”, simple and to the point. I typed the parameters of what I wanted into the program, designating the day and approximate time and submitted it, clicking through the warnings that popped up before getting settled in the chair and setting up the headpiece before I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer. ********* Once the disorientation subsided, I opened my eyes and felt my heart skip a beat as I saw Katie kneeling in front of me in the hospital room before my surgery. I sat up and practically lunged at her, hugging her tightly and peppering her face with kisses. “What has gotten into you?!” she asked, her voice full of the smile on her face. I told her everything that had happened after my surgery, sharing the details of our playground adventure in enough detail to let her know I wasn’t making it up for some reason. “I turned into a baby after your surgery?” she asked. “Not a real baby, just a big baby, but yeah, you were all baby talk and everything.” I confirmed. She looked at me. “And you came here to try and stop that from happening?” she asked. I shrugged. “It’s already happened, you’re gone from my head as far as I can tell, but the memory of you is still there and maybe that means you are too.” I said hopefully. She chuckled nervously. “If I were alive, I’d have a headache trying to understand all of this.” she confessed. I sighed and nodded. “Look, if even a tiny part of you is still in my head, all we need to do is get you to speak up, show yourself.” I said. “I don’t know, Lina, it doesn’t sound like a great plan.” she said glumly. I cupped her cheeks with my hands and kissed her deeply. “I’m in love with you.” I said. “If there’s even a chance I can rescue you and bring you back into my life, I’m doing it.” I explained. She closed her eyes and nodded. “Let me see if I’m even still in there.” she said. Nothing happened for a long time, we both sat in complete silence on the floor beside the bed, her steady breathing, quite the feat for a dead girl, calming me and bringing my own breathing into a relaxed pace. “There!” she said suddenly, startling me. “I’m stuck in,” she paused, furrowing her brow, “it looks like a school.” she said. “There’s a lady, she’s really tall and smells like mothballs.” she explained. “Mrs. Hall.” I said. “Kindergarten teacher.” I added. Katie nodded. “She’s yelling at me for,” she paused again, “something. I can’t make it out.” she explained. “I think you’re one of my memories from Kindergarten.” I said. “If I’m right, she’s yelling at you for wetting yourself on the playground and threatening to send you back to nursery school.” I said, shuddering softly at the memory only to have the hospital dissolve around me to reveal my Kindergarten classroom, Katie in the naughty corner sucking her thumb while Mrs. Hall berated her. The real Mrs. Hall was a spindly older woman, the kind of teacher from an era of paddling and burying you up to your neck in the ground to have ants swarm you, a stiff breeze could’ve knocked her over, but to a five year old in wet pants, she was a monster to be feared. The Mrs. Hall berating Katie was the embodiment of said monster, her legs and arms too long, the varicose veins visible above her drooping pantyhose looking like throbbing snakes that writhed up her bony legs. Her hands were as thin as an old tree’s branches as the pointed at Katie with one gnarled finger and tapped the decaying and splintered nails of the other hand on her desk. “Katie!” I cried out. Mrs. Hall snapped her head to the side with a sickening crunching sound and hissed at me, her yellowed teeth like moldering tombstones within her disgusting mouth. “Another brat that belongs in diapers?” she croaked, her voice as dry and desiccated as the peeling skin on her face. “Fuck you!” I screamed as I hurried over to Katie. Katie was still dressed like a baby, her diaper unfathomably full as she whimpered and sobbed in the naughty corner in a fetal position, the pacifier in her mouth frantically bobbing away as she sucked feverishly to calm herself. I knelt down beside her and looped my arm around hers to pull her up, looking up just in time to see Mrs. Hall’s bony hand rushing at my head, connecting with my temple and sending me flying across the room into the cubbies on the back wall, the wood splintering beneath me as I lay dazed in a heap. Katie crawled toward me as fast as she could, but the waistband of her diaper was pinched between Mrs. Hall’s nails and Katie was lifted up as though she weighed nothing, hanging by her diapered wedgie as the monstrous woman pulled her back and held her in front of her face. “Wretched child.” the monster spat. I sat up slowly, my vision struggling to focus as I rose to my knees and shakily to my feet after that. I looked around for something to defend myself with, grabbing the pointer stick from the chalk tray beside me and staggering over to the beastly woman. “Hey!” I shouted. She looked at me slowly, growling down at me from her immense height. “What do you want?!” she hissed. I lunged forward and thrust the pointer up toward the space above her deflated, pendulous breasts, tumbling to the floor beneath her as the sounds of anguish and pain shook the room. Mrs. Hall staggered backward, the stick hanging from her chest, inky black goo pouring from her wound as she shrieked and groaned, her fingers letting go of Katie’s diaper. Katie fell and landed on top of me as though she were a feather on the breeze. The heft and discoloration of her diaper disappeared and returned to pristine whiteness as the classroom dissolved along with Mrs. Hall. Her clothes reverted to her normal adult attire gradually until she was as normal looking as the hospital room we were now back in. “You saved me.” she said softly as she climbed off me, helping me to my feet as she rose. I nodded, my aches and pains from fighting Mrs. Hall gone. “You sound surprised.” I said. She hugged me tightly. “Not surprised, just grateful.” she said. ********* I opened my eyes slowly and smiled at the sight of Katie standing beside me, holding my hand tightly, letting go to help remove the headpiece of the machine and taking my hand again to help me stand up. “You actually did it.” she said in disbelief. “I thought I’d be stuck in that horrible place forever.” she admitted. I hugged her tightly. “That was step one.” I said. “How many steps does this plan have?” she asked. I shook my head. “Tomorrow.” I said weakly. “Tonight, I just want to be with you.” I told her. She hugged me back and then parted our embrace. “I’m in love with you too.” she said. Our kiss was electric, and she was undressing herself as we backed our way to the bedroom area, her turning to push me onto the bed once we neared it, slipping out of her pants and panties once she’d kicked her shoes off, using her big toes to peel her socks from her feet before she climbed onto the bed and perched atop me mid crawl. Words ceased to exist for us, we conveyed our emotions, our passions, our desires in grunts and moans, teasing and satisfying one another in equal measure for a time that seemed to stretch on infinitely but also seemed to last for a fraction of a second. By the end of it we were slick with sweat and the results of our passion, my diaper lay open on the floor, yellowed and sticky from the first round of our epic union. We lay entwined atop the blankets, Katie propped up on one elbow as she delicately traced her finger over my bare stomach and chest. “Life really isn’t all that fair, is it?” she asked. I shook my head. “Not really, no.” I told her, turning onto my side and raising my leg up between hers as I draped my arm over the hump of her bare hip. “Will your plan fix this if it works?” she asked. I nodded softly and yawned. “If it works, we’ll all live happily ever after.” I told her, looking up and kissing her softly on the lips, nothing but pure love coursing from my lips to hers. She yawned a moment later. “Go get me a diaper so you don’t wet the bed.” she gently coaxed. I shook my head. “I’ve got to take care of something really quick, you get comfortable under the covers and I’ll join you when I’m done.” I said. She pouted. “Not too long, the bed will be cold without my girl.” she said, smacking my bare behind playfully as I got up before she moved from atop the covers to beneath them. I watched her for a moment, her eyes closed as she almost instantly fell asleep, my desire for her to do so guiding her actions as a construct in my mind. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, feeling my throat tightening as my emotions began to bubble to the surface with the knowledge of what I was doing. How I must’ve looked, sitting naked at my desk, sobbing as I wrote my letters, starting over and cursing softly to myself when my tears dripped onto the paper. I couldn’t look at Katie without crying, I couldn’t think of Tim without crying, I couldn’t think of what I was about to do without crying, so I spent an inordinate amount of time crying until finally both letters were sealed in their respective envelopes and I typed away on the computer the exact details of what I wanted, triple checking everything before locking it in, tapping each of the warnings away like a car careening through barriers on a shut down highway. With a heavy sigh and a final look at Katie I took my seat on the chair and affixed the headpiece for the last time. ********* My eyes fluttered open slowly and I groaned as I sat up, the headpiece pulling off of me and clattering to the floor. My head throbbed and nothing mattered to me more than making that go away. I put my hand down on the chair to push myself up and felt paper rather than leather. Looking down, I saw an envelope with ‘Katie’ written on it, the dot above the ‘i’ replaced with a heart. I picked it up and opened it, pulling the single sheet of folded paper out to read it. “Dearest Katie, If you’re reading this then I’ve succeeded in bringing you back to life which means that you’re reading this with my eyes. I’m not God, I’m a scientist, and the science of all of this meant that if you could be in my head we could switch places. My body and your mind, Tim won’t know what to do with himself. I’m not sure this will work exactly how it did before, but if it does then you should be able to see me once I get my bearings as a soul inside another person’s head, bear with me while I get settled in and apologies in advance if I hurt you or scare you or anything. Tim won’t understand this, but you can show him the log notes on the computer and explain to him everything that you and I have been through, and tell him things only you would know so he knows you’re you. I love you both with all of my heart, and I’m sorry that we can’t all be together as a family, but my hope is that you’ll find the same comfort in knowing I’m with you always that I, eventually, did with you. Take care of yourself and of Tim. Love always, Lina P.S. Don’t forget, you’re a bedwetter now. Sorry! ❤️ P.P.(heh)S. I threw my phone away, so you’ll need to use Skype or something to call Tim when you’re ready. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I read and reread the letter, moving to the bathroom to stare in disbelief at Lina’s body in the mirror, laughter bubbling up inside me at how happy I was to be alive again, how proud I was of my genius Lina, and how insane all of this seemed. “I love you, my beautiful, brilliant, sweet, amazing girl.” I said to the mirror, kissing the girl in the reflection, hoping that somewhere in my mind Lina could hear and understand me and know that how much I loved her. Epilogue “Three Years Later” The wind chime in the garden tinkled softly through the opened bedroom window. Tim lay beside me on the bed, his hand gently running over my stomach, the silver of his wedding ring glinting softly in the light streaming in. “I think we’ve got a future soccer player in there.” he said, his smile broad and full of pride. I nodded. “They need to find a target that isn’t my bladder.” I grumbled. His hand moved down to my diaper, his fingers slipping in between my leg and the diaper, checking the inside. “You can go a little longer.” he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. I stuck my bottom lip out in a pretend pout. He copied me and then chuckled as he kissed my protruded lip. “I’m sure you’re very sad about having to stay in a wet diaper.” he teased. I looked away quickly, pretending to be upset. “I could be!” I whined. He nodded and began to gently rub the squishy padding between my thighs, “But you aren’t.” he teased. “Are you?” he asked softly, leaning down to kiss my neck. I shook my head. “No, Daddy.” I said softly. The sound of tiny feet slapping against the wood floor on the other side of the door just before a soft knocking began made us stop what we were doing, Tim returning to his original position and activity. “Come in!” I called out softly. The door opened slightly and a little head peeked in with a hand covering its eyes. “Are you decent?” the little girl asked. Tim and I smirked at each other. “Yes.” I said. The little girl dropped her hand and made her way into the bedroom, coming around Tim’s side to get picked up by him and set on the bed between us. “How’s it going, sweetie?” I asked, pulling the little girl to me and kissing her forehead. “Good!” she chirped as she hugged me. “I’m working on something that might let the baby talk to us when its born.” she explained. After I’d gotten hold of Tim and explained everything, and after the period of time he’d needed to wrap his head around the admittedly bizarre situation we found ourselves in, he followed through with his plans to move into Lina’s place. We took things slow and rekindled our romance, dealing with the weirdness of me looking like Lina but being me, we spent months going over Lina’s notes, her helping me along the way, and when I got pregnant we all agreed to put her consciousness or soul or whatever into the fetus growing in my womb. We named her Carolina when she was born, and I just about had a heart attack when she spoke to me once we got her home from the hospital. As it turned out, everything had worked better than expected and our newborn daughter had the mind of a thirty something year old genius. As she got older she showed us that none of the knowledge she’d had in her previous body had diminished in the slightest, though she did occasionally get frustrated with her less than dexterous limbs and coordination. We sold her machine to a company that was working on augmented reality programs for seniors and people with PTSD and other brain disorders or traumas, and with the substantial money from that, and the percentage of sales in perpetuity that Tim had negotiated, we found ourselves free from the worry of money for the rest of our and our children’s lives. As a precaution, we took Lina back to Dr. Fall to continue her therapy where she’d left off, she’s the only person outside our family that knows the truth about little Lina, and apart from the immediate doubt and disbelief, she handled the discovery like a champ and has become an extremely positive influence on Lina’s life. Tim and I only know what Lina tells us about her sessions, but she’s mostly transparent with us and keeps the lines of communication open with regards to her thoughts and feelings. Puberty will be the point where we see if she’s still got the same feelings for Tim and I that she had in her previous life, but based on the way she talks now, she’s our daughter and no longer carries romantic feelings for either of us. “Did you decide to take a break and have some lunch?” I asked her. She started to shake her head but hesitated. “I did come to ask for a clean diaper, but lunch does sound good.” she admitted. I moved over a little and let her lay down beside me, lifting my top and undoing the clasp on the cover of my maternity bra for her to latch on as I softly rocked her. Without money being an issue, Lina decided she’d take her time potty training, at a little over two she wasn’t so old that any of our friends would bat an eye at her toddling around in her diaper, but Tim and I both suspected we’d have to come up with an explanation to give when she didn’t start school with the other kids and still spent her days at home nursing and generally living a baby’s life. “You know, once the baby gets big enough to understand things, you won’t be able to be a baby all the time.” I told her. She nodded and lifted her head. “I know, Mommy.” she said. “But can I until then?” she asked. I nodded and guided her back to my breast as Tim lay down and resumed rubbing my stomach with one hand and stroking Lina’s hair with his other. “You’ll always be our baby, Lina.” he whispered to her. She smiled as she nursed and let a contented sigh escape her as she nestled between us, deciding maybe a nap after lunch was in order before she resumed her work. The End

Chapter 51: How I Met Cassie “You’re a cocky little shit, aren’t you?” I stopped on the cobblestone courtyard just outside of the ethical philosophy building. Not five hundred feet away was the classic statue of the blind Amazon woman with scales of one hand and a cradled infant in the other. The words beneath the statue read. “Nutricor. Castigo. Protego.” To be fair, the College of Law classrooms were at the other end of the courtyard, and the basis of law was supposedly rooted in ethics and moral philosophy. It made sense to have the Amazonian’s take on Law and Order immortalized there in the midst of campus. To be cynical, however, every freshman had to take at least one course in ethical philosophy as a general credit, and the statue combined with the Amazon propaganda sprinkled in pretty much every course- especially the liberal arts and philosophy courses- helped remind people no matter their size who was really in charge. Say something batshit like how the giants were there “To Nurture. To Punish. To Protect.” enough times and it became harder to argue with it. It didn’t make it any easier to believe that claim, but it became harder to argue with it. I was less cynical, back then, however. More idealistic. I knew how dangerous Amazons were but there’s something about the logical fallacy of the personal fable- that you’re going to be the immortal exception to the mortal rule- that is so damn intoxicating when you’re eighteen. “Excuse me?” I said as I turned around. For once, my head didn’t crane up at the insult. I could tell the voice was more my level. Another Little. “What did you say?” The girl in front of me crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her head to the side. “I said you’re a cocky shit.” she repeated herself. “That or you’re trying to get adopted. Is that it? You’re trying to get the professor to snatch you up?” That voice. I didn’t know it then, but I fell in love with that voice. Not just the way she sounded, but the way she used it. So strong. So sure of herself. So passionate. Her yelling at me was still akin to a musical instrument. I grew to love her dark brown eyes and her light chestnut hair. I would one day get to know the curves of her body and the suppleness of her breasts. I’d spoon and wrap my arms around her waist and hold her so tight like she was a wisp of smoke that might evaporate into nothingness if I didn’t grip her firmly enough. At first she had the streak of bright red dyed into her head that she’d eventually get rid of come second semester; yet I still think of her that way. But the first thing that imprinted on me was her voice. I jerked my head to the side and started going for a patch of grass out of the way of the other students, about three quarters of them bigger than us. “Do you want to umm…?” The co-ed clicked her tongue and didn’t meet me there as much as she stormed to the area. “Seriously?” she said. “What were you thinking?! Arguing philosophy with a philosophy teacher?” She wasn’t yelling. She was far from having a nice quiet chat with a classmate either. I was unflappable. “The others were doing it,” I said. “We were doing the Socratic method. We ask questions and are asked questions in turn. And we either prove our point or are shown the limits of our thinking based on the questions that naturally arise.” “The others were all Amazons and Tweeners.” she countered. “They can engage in debate with a professor! When you do it, you’re being contrarian and immature! It’s the double standard!” “It’s a double standard,” I agreed, “and it’s wrong. The only way to stop it is to use its own rules against it.” “You argued Socrates against Socrates! You tried to use Socratic method to prove Socrates wrong!” I smirked. “Technically, I said Plato was wrong. Everything we know about Socrates we know from Plato. For all we know, Socrates was a character Plato invented to get his points across.” The girl gritted her teeth and pulled at her hair. “That doesn’t matter, dude! You used the Allegory of the Cave to argue that there was no point in educating people since people naturally resist being taught.” “I was just trying to force the professor to take the opposite stance. Get him to prove why education is necessary and-” I gestured to the statue in the center of everything, “why we can’t just be happy with the status quo.” “And you’re practically begging the professor to force you into a daycare!” Our voices were raised. Our passions were high. Had we been a bit taller or a smidge louder, we would be on the verge of creating a scene. No one took notice of the two Littles arguing just outside the Philosophy building, however. In the strangest, most anti-intuitive way we were the safest we could be. So many Amazons, but the vast majority of them were in no way ready to start a family. Nor did they think themselves petty enough to ruin two Little’s lives just to show them who was boss. The magic of college where everyone is so self-involved and wonderfully idealistic to the point of naivete that the world outside your dorm room, class schedule, and pet causes ceases to be a concern. In a weird way I wish we could all go back to college. College seems like a four year vacation compared to the mundane perils of everyday living. I smoothed out my blue polo shirt; back when I could eat an entire chicken and would still be in fighting trim. If I gained any fat it’d be off before I noticed and carried like muscle instead of giving me a beer gut. I stroked my beard. It had grown in over the summer thicker than it’s usual pubescent patchiness and was a tad scraggly. I had yet to master the art of keeping it in a trim and professional goatee, or develop the careful ritual I used every morning to seem like the perfect Little professional. Objectively, I looked like a child that had just inherited a grown-up skin, just like that movie “Bigger”. Objectively, most of the other eighteen to nineteen year olds were in the same boat. They weren’t Little, though. I was a miniature version of them, and it was the miniature part that was the problem. “I presented my case. I kept my voice level. I phrased everything as a question. I even thanked the professor.” “Yeah, Mr. Gibson,” she said. “But you didn’t have to say it like you’d just won..” She held herself up straighter and lowered her voice in imitation of me. “Thank you, Professor.” Yikes, did I really sound that pompous? “Mr. Gibson?” I echoed. “He said it often enough. He’s got your number. He’s going to spend the rest of the semester gunning for you and trying to find a reason to flunk you.” She didn’t need to tell me what would happen if I flunked. Tweeners got put on probation. Amazons could just take a class over. Littles who flunked a class, any class, would be given a very different course load. I held up my finger and opened my mouth to make a counterpoint. What came out instead was, “Okay. Maybe you’re right.” The girl seemed just as taken aback as I was. “What?” “Sorry,” I kept going. “I’m just really excited. I’m finally on my own, and I have the chance to do something, to really accomplish something! I guess I’m jumping the gun.” She seemed interested. “Political science?” “Education.” She winced. “Yikes. That’s worse in a way.” I relaxed a bit. “Yeah. I’m kind of a masochist.” I drooped my head. “That Professor probably already has his mind made up. I gotta be more like the Third Little Pig and build with a good foundation instead of trying to rush it or take a shortcuts.” A look of pure confusion. “Third Little Pig?” “Yeah, the Three Little Pigs. Old folktale?” “Don’t you mean The Two Little Pigs and Their Mommy?” she said. I chuckled. I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t resist. “Yeeeeah, that interpretation has only been around for like, a couple hundred years or so. The original is much gorier and interesting. Also largely passed on by oral tradition from Little immigrants, so when Amazons wrote it down, they got to change the Third Little Pig into an Amazon Mommy Pig. Some scholars even think the word ‘Little’ is just talking about their relative age instead of size or ma…” I stopped myself. In Little circles ‘The M Word’ was practically a curse. “I mean, you know how the other version goes. It’s just not the original version.” “Huh,” the girl who moments before had been yelling at me to reel it in said. “Do you want to tell me more? Over coffee?.” My heart leapt. (Something besides my heart stood at attention, too.) “Yeah?” I asked. “Sure. Us Littles on campus gotta stick together, right?” She batted her eyes at me. “Right.” She extended her hand. “I’m Cassandra Braun. Friends call me Cassie.” I took her hand. “I’m Clark. You already know my last name. Nice to meet you Cassandra.” She grinned. “Not Cassie?” “You haven’t told me we’re friends, yet.” I replied. “I don’t want to assume anything. I gotta be careful.” She let go and gave me her phone number. “Maybe I was wrong about you, Clark Gibson.” The biggest, dumbest, goofiest grin that I’d yet grinned spread like an oil slick across my dumb hairy mug. “Maybe we can find out together.” “Easy there, killer.” “Yes, Ma’am.” I couldn’t help but awake with a profound, if fleeting, feeling of melancholy when my eyes opened up there in Beouf’s nap room an hour after Lunch.

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The Pastel Gift Vampires don’t have many heroes, historically speaking. When one lives their unlife in the shadows, it’s very difficult to pick their own historical role models. Vampirism resulted in a secret society less like the Illuminati and more like the Sith. Eternal nocturnal existence wasn’t a vast sweeping empire that secretly influenced society through the ages as much as it was secretive little pockets of vampires and the thralls they let in on the joke. If you were a member of an undead secret society, the emphasis would more than likely be on the secret; and less so on the society. Vampires didn’t have George Washingtons or Cleopatras, or Louis Pasteurs. Both because if anyone had given the Dark Gift to those people it would have potentially ruined the big secret, and because vampires by and large still thought of themselves as people. The historical, philosophical, scientific, and artistic influences of the human world were the same in the darkness as they were in the sunlight. Simple as that. Still, if Melissa had to name any great ‘vampire history’ figures, she would have put a disproportionate amount of weight on the likes of Bram Stoker, Anne Rice, Charlene Harris, and Stephanie Meyer. Each of them had gotten close enough to the truth to aid vampirism and yet got so many details scattered and just plain wrong that the quality of unlife for those of the blood sucking persuasion was better for their work. As a result, most everyone knew what a vampire was, even if they didn’t know the exact strengths and limitations of said vampire. The many contradicting details in the various fictional novels and mediums vampires were portrayed in kept the real vampires like Melissa safer by relegating her in people’s minds to being fictional herself. No one went looking for vampires when vampires weren’t considered an option anymore. Conversely, it made thralls easier to recruit and manage. Everyone knew what vampires were, and all it took some years to recruit an ideal servant or snack was to prove that the fictional status was incorrect. Yet those fictions kept things easy for Melissa. Knowing or just suspecting that vampires were real was one thing. Knowing their weaknesses was another. Melissa hated sunlight, and preferred to sleep in total darkness, but Apollo’s chariot did nothing to harm her beyond making her eyelids droop and muscles ache. Crosses and other religious iconography had no effect on her other than making her uncomfortable about the sort of people that wielded them and how they chose to worship their god. Finally, vampires had no need to be invited into any domicile to force their way into it. Breaking and entering was simple when you could walk up walls and force open windows that had no fire escape next to them. Few people would think to lock the point of entry and even fewer would look for it as a point of breach. Being a thoroughly modern vampire, Melissa pitied her ancestors who had to find less suspicious ways to feed simply because people lived in single story, poorly ventilated huts that would have collapsed had a vampire tried to use their strength to enter. Come to think of it, that might have been the origin of that particular bit of superstition. Besides attributing weaknesses that just weren’t there, the various fictions completely missed out on many of the actual limitations of the condition. For starters, the Dark Gift had increased her dietary needs instead of transforming them altogether. Melissa had to eat, drink, pee, and poop just like anybody else. The blood sustained her immortality and strange abilities, but she largely sated herself on hamburgers just like anybody else. If she was careful she could make the blood in her system last for days, sometimes over a week before her fangs started popping back out looking for more. That bit of misinformation, that vampires subsisted on only blood, had helped her dodge a hunter seventy some odd years ago. Proving her ‘innocence’ had been as simple as eating a salad, popping off to the little girl’s room and then ‘forgetting’ to flush. The idea had felt particularly inspired, Melissa thought. Better than submitting for a blood test that somehow might find evidence of mixtures of different types of blood. Another fun secret about vampirism was what the blood could do for Melissa. The Dark Gift had a way of giving her more than just her victim’s life fluids. Whenever she fed, Melissa would take on the traits and skill sets of her victims. It was how she’d managed to live so comfortably when she wasn’t on the prowl. A nibble of an investment broker here; a lawyer there; a witness protection expert for good measure, and Melissa could continuously drum up money, pose as her own descendant, and inherit her own generational wealth again and again and again. Ironically, the pulpy television show about a crime solving zombie was a more accurate portrayal of vampirism than any number of fang laden love triangle melodramas. It’s also why vampires tended to be metropolitan monsters. Dracula, if he really did exist, most likely moved to London because he was sick of having the skill set and temperament of a superstitious Eastern European serf. Which brought Melissa to tonight’s hunt. Lorraine Schmitt’’s was an insurance agent, a good one too, and Melissa badly wanted to know of any loopholes that could be exploited. Her winter home in Alaska was almost up for coverage renewal, and Melissa had reached that point where she was looking to either cut costs or arrange an ‘accident’ to recoup her investment. It turned out the downside of having thirty days of continuous night was having to live in Alaska. With an aura that dampened the sounds of every footstep, creaking floorboard, and even the occupant’s quiet purring snores, Melissa opened the door to the insurance agent’s bedroom. She frowned and shut the door behind her as she entered. This was supposed to be Lorraine Schmitt’s bedroom. The layout and floor plan matched what her thrall had researched perfectly. If her spacial awareness and memory wasn’t beyond anything remotely human, Melissa would have doubted herself. No. This was the exact address and apartment that her insurance snack was supposed to reside in. If that was the case, though, why was the only bedroom home to a baby’s nursery? No. Not quite. Back in the early 1970’s, Melissa had experimented by sampling psychedelics. For an instant, Melissa was brought roaring back to a bad trip when scale, perspective, and common sense was thrown into a shredder. A quick blink and rapidly adjusting night vision brought Melissa back to the present. As her eyes adjusted to the soft night light and her ears took in the gentle lullabies playing softly on a speaker, the vampire soon understood that she was neither tripping balls nor was she in an infant’s room. Rather she was in a bizarre funhouse replica of one. Like a patron in a museum, Melissa glided through the room taking in each sight, sound and smell; piecing together a story from the room’s contents like a carefully curated experience. The closet was filled with professional looking clothing that might be expected for a white collar industry. Based on the size and style, an adult woman clearly lived here. There. Full-stop. Out with the expected. The chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room was not actually a chest of drawers. Originally it might have been, but it had since been heavily modified into an enormous changing table. If the sturdily padded top hadn’t tipped her off, the alcoves containing tubs of baby wipes, rash cream, and baby powder dashed that lie. Speaking of padding, the diapers on the middle shelf were definitely not for a baby. The size of the pre-folded disposables would have smothered an actual child. Though the cartoon prints might have fooled a casual observer. Adult diapers that looked like baby’s? Adult baby diapers? How was that even a thing? Why was that even a thing. By the time her eyes locked onto the stacks of folded up adult sized onesies, baby t-shirts, and decorative panties, Melissa already felt she knew more than enough about her latest snack. It looks like Little Lorraine had a dirty little secret. Compared to the feast for her eyes, the other senses felt left out by comparison. Yes, she heard the gentle lullaby that Lorraine played on loop in the faux nursery. Yes, her nose detected the lavender scent of baby powder masking the subtle aroma of urine and feces sealed inside a diaper pail. The problem, as far as curiosity was concerned was that it was very difficult to scale up the babyishness where smell and hearing were concerned. Sure, her heightened sense of smell detected the scent of bodily waste through even ‘odor lock technology’ but it didn’t smell any more odious to her nose than a bathroom that hadn’t been freshly scrubbed. Of course her fantastic ears noticed the faint whispers laced into the lullaby- she could hear a mosquito buzzing its wings from a football field away-but she’d fed upon numerous people who listened to soft whispers in their sleep. ASMR was a thing! She didn’t quite understand what it was, but it was a thing! Compared to the cake and icing that was the oversized furniture and clothing, she paid no mind to the decorative fondant of the music and smells. Melissa was fresh out of surprise by the time she approached the crib. She looked down at the slumbering woman-child, sucking on a pacifier in her sleep. Revulsion wasn’t even a factor in Melissa’s mind looking down at the girl. In nearly two centuries of unlife, Melissa had seen some of the worst that humanity had to offer. A woman sleeping in a pink-onesie and wet diaper was hardly anything to get upset about. It was odd, perhaps, but she’d felt she’d encountered odder. The infantile sights, sounds, and smells did nothing to stop her fangs from extending. Melissa stopped breathing. Like most of her snacks these days, this baby woman would survive and just wake up a little woozy tomorrow morning. If she didn’t feed soon though, her next meal might not be so lucky. Binge eating was a potentially deadly habit to those with the Dark Gift. Everything was academic after that. It was nothing to slide down the side of the giant crib; no different than parting a bed curtain during a more genteel era. Like always, the girl didn’t wake up as Melissa slid her fangs into the precious neck artery; the magic of the Dark Gift being less disturbing than even a mosquito bite. From there it was pure elementary. This. This was the best part of the Dark Gift, where Melissa took the blood, thoughts, and perhaps even part of the soul of the young lady. All of that knowledge. All of that experience flowing into her. Literally living vicariously through this complete stranger that she’d never met before. This. This was better than sex. Better than heroin. Better than Kobe beef. Better than caviar. More so than the immortality and the physics destroying power, this is what Melissa un-lived for. She might still need food to survive, but the experience gained through the blood made existence worthwhile. Her task complete, Melissa licked the wounds she made close. Playfully, half-instinctually, she pressed the button on Lorraine’s pacifier. As expected, the girl started sucking on the rubber teat. Good. Melissa hadn’t taken too much. Quickly, her eyes darted over to the changing table and the stacks of diapers contained therein. A feeling of deep longing mixed with guilt creeped up the base of Melissa’s brain. Unexpected, but not surprising. Unconscious tendencies were the first thing to surface after drinking. So for now, she had a fetish. Great. Whatever. She’d once spent nearly a fornite with the brain of whorehouse madam. The behavior of her thralls had greatly improved as a result and she continued many of the habits long after that particular morsel had worn off. So what if her heart fluttered a little bit at the thought of getting padded up (there was an errant thought if ever there was one)? So long as Melissa knew all the loopholes that the insurance companies didn’t want her to know she’d be satisfied. “Yup,” she whispered to herself, “It’s all there.” She gave her temple a self satisfied tap. Dampening the sound of her departing feet, Melissa glided out on the breeze slipping through the window she came in. Her conscious mind picked up only the (suddenly) pleasant sounds of a slight crinkle on a sodden diaper and the scent of baby powder. Her unconscious mind though... If only she’d paid more attention with her impeccable senses to the underlying whispers in Lorraine’s music box lullabies, this night would have been little more than a curiosity and a metaphorical bullet dodged. Melissa didn’t though, and stole off into the dark of the night with a new kink, and a mind that had been experimenting with some very interesting subliminal hypnosis tracks. ************************************************************************************************ Catherine O’Hara was never going to be a vampire. She’d decided that long ago. It wasn’t due to her vanity, Lord knew that. She was well past her prime, and her prime wasn’t that great looking to begin with. The pale skin and dark hair (assuming hers didn’t turn white) might have even looked appealing from a certain angle. The blood red eyes whenever her temper threatened might have been a bonus. A little intimidation never hurt anything. So overall, the Dark Gift as her master called it, likely would have smoothed a few things over in the looks department. Not that Catherine was particularly homely either. She could stand to lose a few pounds for her height and her hair was something of a curly tangled mess that wasn’t getting any better as stress and old age hung like the sword of Damocles over her, but no one would be calling her Quasimodo or Igor, neither. Matronly, some might have called her, if not motherly. A lifetime ago she would have been perfectly content being a sexless school marm out in the settler days, happy to keep whipper snappers in line and teach good little boys and girls all about the three R’s. If she’d been born into money, she’d be looking forward to being the Old Maid Aunt or the stern lipped Matriarch leveling judgement at passing generations. Unless reincarnation was a thing (and Catherine O’Hara very much doubted it was), she’d lost the lottery on that front. No, what this lifetime had in store for Catherine was an abundance of service to a vampire. While the idea of becoming immortal had initially appealed to Catherine - and the promise of eternal night as a reward had been the thing to initially string her along- experience had taught her that the Dark Gift was something she didn’t want to accept. What was the saying? No faster way to turn a Catholic into an atheist than getting them to read the Bible? Well, the fastest way to turn a vampire’s thrall into someone aching for the stillness of the grave was to have them actually live with the vampire. Vampires were nutters, the lot of them! One time, her master came home after drinking from a professional daredevil, and spent the better part of four days trying to chase an adrenaline rush, and it was Catherine’s job to sort out the details. An adrenaline rush? A death defying stunt? For someone whose very existence already defied death? But did her master give her any options? Did she appreciate how hard it was to quickly and legally (okay, sort of legally) acquire and learn to plant dynamite just so a semi-immortal being could jump over an explosion?! NO! NO SHE DIDN’T! NOT EVEN A THANK YOU! At least the ramp had been easy to find. Catherine had been wise not to scrap the scenery from Starlight Express when her master had gone through that “Theater Director” phase. Presently, it was Friday. This meant that her Master was going hunting tonight. Thankfully, the master was going after boring blood tonight; insurance agent. The only thing safer (from Catherine’s point of view) might be an accountant. The master came back to the manner early that night well before the pubs and clubs had closed. Catherine took this as a good sign. The insurance agent must be kicking in; why else would the master be home this early if not for the influence of a little boring blood. The master preferred to feed on the sleeping, and Catherine had gone out of her way to find the most boring candidate possible. Nothing had been on the target’s social media profile beyond etsy photos and niche office jokes. That explained why she was in bed by ten. Good. Maybe that meant this would be a relatively easy week. “Good evening, Miss Catherine!” the master practically chirped. She skipped in and left the door behind her wide open. Catherine shut the door behind the master, then did a double take. Skipping? Was the vampire actually skipping? “Good evening, master.” Catherine replied. “I trust your hunt went well?” The master stopped and spun around, fluttering a little bit. “Oh yeah!” she said. “Super good! Lotsa fun!” Catherine arched an eyebrow. “And you decided to come back early?” Candice asked. “Not go out to a club or a bar or…?” The thrall wasn’t sure where to lead this line of questioning so she just let the question drop. Raven hair went flapping as the master shook her head. “No, ma’am,” she said. “Too loud and smelly and sweaty!” She pinched her nose as if she were imagining it then and there. “I just wanted to come home and watch some cartoons.” “Very good, ma’am.” Catherine said. Her body began to ache in sympathy. That dull tired sickness that people get only when their body starts to feel as if it can lower its defenses was creeping in. She just wanted to watch some T.V. Maybe this would be an easy week. Maybe Catherine would finally be able to get some... “Wait? Cartoons?” The master tilted her head curiously. “Yeah! Do we still have the DVR?” “Yes, master.” Catherine stumbled. “But I don’t think we have any cartoons stored on there.” The vampire slumped a bit. “Awwww. Okay.” She let out a tired, disappointed sigh. Catherine’s more servile second nature kicked in. “I think I have a few streaming services. Netflix? Hulu? Disney?” That did the trick. “Disney?!” Her embrace was cold but strong, and Catherine was reminded why she was terrified of the undead, (not that she needed much reminding). “Yes, master.” Catherine blurted out. “You can have my password!” The vampire released her servant. “Yaaaaaay! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Then she went skipping, literally skipping. “Take the rest of the night off, Ma-! I mean Catherine!” “Yes ma’am.” Catherine replied automatically. There was a look of emotional confusion on her master’s face; like she understood what was being said but didn’t like what she was hearing. “I mean, yes, master?” Nothing changed. “Yes...Melissa…?” That did the trick. “Kay-kay!” she said. “Have a good ni-ni! Is it okay if I wake you if I need anything?” Catherine felt a kind of shock. “What?” Why was she asking? If the ancient creature wanted something she usually just demanded it. “I mean, of course. You know where to find me if you need me. Ma-...Melissa.” “Kay kay! Ni-ni?” The aches of long forgotten relaxation was just starting to set into Catherine, and with it a new lingering question. Who had her master fed from? It certainly wasn’t an insurance agent. ********************************************************************************************* Melissa bobbed up and down on her bottom, belting out the lyrics to her new favorite T.V. show in the whole world. “Whoa oh oh, Vampirina! I may be blue with pointy teeth! Whoa oh oh, Vampirina! But I’m not so different underneath!” This insurance agent blood had done a number on her in the best way. Cartoons seemed brighter and happy songs seemed happier. She felt like she had all the time in the world and yet everything seemed to move along at a rollercoaster pace! It was the best of all worlds and experiences as far as Melissa was concerned. She had already cleared straight through an entire season of this children’s show and was ready to devour another. Like so many things about vampires in fiction, many of the finer details were missed about the Dark Gift, but at least it was a positive portrayal. If Vampirina were a real vampire girl, Melissa knew deep in her heart of hearts that they would have been best friends. More than best friends, actually. Melissa pictured herself in the cartoon girl’s bat wing pigtails, and spider-web pattern jumper dress. It still seemed so much bigger and more mature than how Melissa envisioned herself. She would have been perfectly happy wearing a onesie; maybe one with a decorated hoodie that she could pull over her eyes while she was feeling shy. Vampirina wouldn’t be her best friend; she’d be more like a big sister to play with Melissa take care of her when Mommy wasn’t around. Shame she wasn’t real. Melissa let out a little yawn and looked out the window. Dawn was approaching, the first traces of amber light cresting over the horizon. No wonder she was feeling so sleepy. It’s what Melissa got for finding Doc McStuffins first and bingeing that. A tired yawn escaped from the little vampire’s throat and an even tinier trickle leaked out into her panties. The yawn turned to a gasp and Melissa patted herself down to her panties. It was only a tiny accident, she assured herself. Not enough to stain the pretty (but very grown up) dress she was wearing today. “Ooops,” she whispered. “Gotta go potty.” Nervously she hugged the couch pillow. It wasn’t as nice as a teddy bear, but it would have to suffice till tomorrow. Before sitting down to watch cartoons, Melissa had gone on an online spending spree. Nothing major. Just stuffed animals that looked cute as well as some...other things. Things that would help her play and watch cartoons longer. She spent extra money to have them all expressed shipped so hopefully they would all be here by the time she woke up tomorrow night. She felt a strange itching in her being at that thought as well as a muted wave of embarrassment. She both wanted these things and felt ashamed for wanting them at the same time. Did this come with the desire to sleep in cribs, or was it a natural tendency of insurance agents? Melissa didn’t know. Whatever it was, it hadn’t stopped Lorraine from living her best life, and it wasn’t going to stop Melissa either. Oh yeah, and she’d figured out a way that her little home in boring old Alaska could basically pay for itself by turning it into a timeshare. So that was neat. “Time for beddy-...” From her place on the floor, Melissa looked behind her to the couch and only then did she realize that Catherine wasn’t there. Rationally, she realized that Catherine shouldn’t be. She’d given her thrall the night off because it was a nice thing to do. Rationally, she realized that Catherine wouldn’t be interested in something like Vampirina (even though Vampirina was clearly the best thing in the world!). Still...it would have been nice to have someone else in the room with her. Someone to keep her company and occasionally say nice things to her. Melissa got up and started to walk to the bathroom. First potty. Then bed. Then she’d wake up. Eat some sugary cereal, and get to play and watch cartoons all tomorrow night. Technically, she could do that all day since Catherine wouldn’t make her go to bed. Catherine. The vampire stopped at the door to her thrall’s bedroom. It was a relatively tiny space. Only room enough for a Queen size bed, a closet, and a dresser. Melissa had hidden in motels with more floor space. But it was cozy. Her own bed and living quarters was sunproofed and far more luxurious. But it was also empty. A strange impulse overcame the undead stalker. “Maybe…” she said, opening the door with preternatural quietness. Yes. Maybe indeed. Maybe a day cuddled up secure to the closest thing she had as a friend might be better than sprawling our in a big empty room on a big empty bed. Cozy even. Maybe she could hold off going potty until tomorrow night too... ********************************************************************************* Catherine woke up thinking she was dying! She’d never watched the vampire feed, but with the fangs and the blood red eyes, she’d always assumed that the act of feeding was dangerous and messy and above all bloody. So she could be forgiven for thinking that the wet feeling that was engulfing her and drenching her legs was that of her own blood spilling out onto the bed. Her master had finally tired of her and was going to consume her whole. That’s why she’d gotten the night off of work. It had to be. That’s what Catherine thought as she started screaming her head off, leaping out of her bed. “NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!” It didn’t help her misconception that Melissa was in bed right next to her. For a split second, her master appeared for all intents and purposes to be a corpse. Vampires just looked that way while they slept. The corpse soon animated though as eyes fluttered open. “Huh?” she looked down at herself and the puddle that had gathered in the middle of the mattress. “What?! Oh no!” She flew out to the other side of the bed, and landed daintily on her feet. “Cahterine!” she shrieked. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-!” Her skin remained as ivory pale as always, but her eyes turned a shade of rose petal pink. Was this the undead equivalent of blushing? “I’m so sorry! I’m sooooo sooo sorry!” “Sorry?” Catherine echoed. Not only was that a word that the thrall couldn’t remember hearing out of her master’s mouth, but she wasn’t sure. She looked down at her legs, there was They were wet but not with blood. “Did you...?” Her nostrils filled in the rest of the sentence. Yes, Melissa, vampire queen of the night had wet the bed. Correction: She’d wet Catherine’s bed. “I just wanted to cuddle and I forgot to go potty and...and...and…” Flabbergasted beyond comprehension. Catherine remained silent. What was this? Some kind of test? Hurriedly she started stripping her bed as adrenaline pushed her the rest of the way awake. She looked at the clock. The sun hadn’t even been up for two whole hours. That made Catherine feel even more exhausted. Living under a vampire’s roof had long ago shifted her sleep to third shift. Even with the night off, Catherine had only managed to claim sleep an hour or so before dawn. “I’m sorry Miss Cathy!” A bundle of peed on bedsheets in hand, Catherine glared at the slender immortal standing blushing across from her. “Miss Cathy?” Her vision started to come more into focus. “Are you wearing one of my nightgowns?” She’d never seen Melissa wear anything that pink before. “It looked comfy…” She took the foul smelling thing off and unhelpfully added it to the pile. “I’m a big girl.” “Of course ma’am...” Catherine said. “Sure you are.” “Say it.” the vampire said. “Say it I’m a big girl…” her voice was right on the edge of trembling and a tantrum. This was something she needed to hear and if she didn’t that nightmare that Catherine just imagined might be more than just a misunderstanding. “You’re a big girl…” Catherine said. Then she ventured. “You’re a very big girl...Melissa.” That seemed to do the trick. “I’m gonna go…” Melissa said. “Lay down in my bed. I mean. If that’s okay.” Once again she’d become submissive and demure. “Of course, dear.” The ‘dear’ came naturally, this time. A vampire’s thrall learned to anticipate their master’s needs. What Catherine couldn’t anticipate for, she could at least quickly adapt to new situations. This was certainly new. “Go get changed and go back to sleep. It was just an accident.” She noticed the slight flutter in Melissa’s posture, both at hearing her own name as well as the pet moniker of ‘dear’. Something in her was getting a major thrill out of just hearing it. This was certainly a development. The two parted ways, with Melissa floating off to her much nicer bedroom, and a still exhausted Catherine headed for the laundry room. She’d need a shower if she was going to get back to sleep. But first... “Melissa…” she called back. Melissa stopped and looked back over her shoulder. “Yes, ma’am?” There was a bit of guilt still rattlign around that skull. “Who did you eat last night?” “Insurance agent,” the vampire said. “Why?” “Just an insurance agent?” she asked. “No one...younger?” “Nuh-uh. Why?” “No reason…” *************************************************************************************************** DING-DONG! Catherine stirred from her sleep, still feeling exhausted. The couch wasn’t nearly as comfortable as her own bed. “I’m coming!” She called. Damn it. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Even when her master was high on insurance agent blood, she couldn’t get a full rest. The thrall had little doubt that what was at the door was some kind of impulse buy that Melissa just couldn’t resist. The real question was a matter of what. Blearily she eyed the nearest clock. It was just after three. The usual courier was waiting at the doorstep. Being an overpaid mailman he didn’t ask questions. Good for him. It made the frequent deliveries more bearable when Catherine didn’t have to explain anything. This time, the middle aged thrall had wished there was some kind of explanation. Boxes and boxes and boxes lay piled up at the doorstep. All looking fairly heavy, and none looked the least bit distinct. Catherine spared a glance at some of the labels. “LKB LLC?” She read. “Strom Holdings?” said another. What was this stuff? “Sign here,” the courier said. He was sweating. He’d needed several trips to get everything unloaded. “Sure, sure.” Catherine sighed. “Do you mind helping me get these in?” Brow drenched with sweat the delivery man let out his own sigh. Both of them were thralls to blood sucking monsters in their own way. It’s just one was more literal than the other. “Yeah. I guess so. I’ll get ‘em across the door for you.” It was the most talking either of them had done to each other in their many years. Strange. “Do you need a box cutter?” The courier offered. He went to go for his pocket but Catherine waved him off. “I’m fine, thanks.” Then she remembered a bit of kindness. “Can I offer you some water?” “That’d be great...thank you.” Strange, Catherine thought. Melissa never offered such basic courtesies. She had infinite time and wealth, as did a certain delivery mega corporation, but it was the servants who showed one another the most respect. A sad state of the world she thought. After the water glass was drained, refilled, and then drained again, the courier went on his way. Most days, Catherine would leave the packages where they lay, letting her master’s impulse determine where they should go next, but a certain amount of curiosity had infected the woman. A sharp knife from the kitchen did the trick to satisfy her curiosity. The first box had vacuum sealed t-shirts. The colors were soft and muted. Pastel mostly. Some had, frankly, childish patterns on them. Light Blue with Frogs wearing scuba gear; another mint green with playful pigs; and so on. The dark one with the amalgamation of a cat and a skull seemed more Melissa’s aesthetic but it was still far too whimsical for her baseline mood. Tearing into a second package filled with bottles and pacifiers caused Catherine to go back to the box of shirts and fully unwrap them. Just as she hadn’t thought. These weren’t t-shirts, they were unitards. Except these unitards weren’t the kind that gymnasts wore. These were onesies, the kind that had snap buttons right in the crotch area. The kind of thing a baby might wear over their… Oh no! She tore into another box, and just as she suspected found the diapers. Packs and packs of them. Over half of the mountain of cardboard hid thick, tapable, plastic backed underwear that had bright and smiling cartoons on them. Everything that wasn’t a diaper wasn’t much better. Pacifier, bottles, rompers, frilly panties just barely big enough to cover the diapers; Lolita-ish dresses; jumpers. All of it looked like a carnival version of something a toddler or younger would be dressed in. Had Melissa eaten a baby? Had that actually happened? No. That didn’t add up. Babies wore those sorts of things because their parents dressed them in it. Left to their own devices they might just…watch cartoons all day… And crawl into their parents beds… And wet the bed… But did they buy their own diapers or toddler dresses or onesies? In sizes that fit them no less? Looking at the pile of accumulated nonsense in front of her, Catherine realized that there was also a distinct lack of practicality involved. There were diapers, but no wipes. Bottles but no milk. Bibs but no food. No powder or rash cream or any of the other little touches that an actual child might need. Catherine dug out her phone. As a thrall, it was her job to anticipate her master’s needs. She might not have eaten a proper child, but there was something certainly screwy going on. It was only a few hours before sunset when the master would wake up. She had some additional shopping to do and…. WHOAH...a lot of reading apparently. “Ay-Bee-Dee-Ell?” ******************************************************************************************** “Ma...Catherine?” Melissa moaned herself into consciousness and yanked the thumb out of her mouth. How had that gotten there? Her mo...thrall was already in her room and appeared to be rifling through her closet. “This one can go...this one can go...this one can go…” Long black dress after long black dress was being draped over Catherin’s forearm. “Hey!” She Melissa called out. “I wasn’t done wearing those!” Catherine stopped. “Good evening, Master!” she chirped. Melissa sounded much brighter and cheerier than she usually did. Normally the woman was relatively reserved. The almost forced happiness in her tone made Melissa’s brain tingle in so many ways. “Did you sleep better?” Melissa stretched and felt oddly refreshed. “Yeah,” she said. “Actually…” she rolled over to get up and froze when she heard the light plastic crinkling. She KNEW that sound. She LOVED that sound. But a part of her FEARED others hearing that sound. Stupidly, as if in a trance, Melissa slid the rest of the way off of her bed. Clinging to her waistbut lightly wet, was what her mind told her was something called a PeekAbu. A drawing of a yellow giraffe with smiling eyes poked its head out shyly just at the waist band. The sizing star on the right told her it was a medium, even though it was a “Size 8” according to the branding. “Why am I wearing a diaper?” The question came out of Melissa’s mouth even as her psyche provided the answer. This morning! The bed! But not her bed! Catherine’s! She could feel her eyes turn rose petal pink. Her own sheets had already been stripped. She’d been sleeping on a bare mattress with a spare comforter! That meant that...that...neither part of her mind wanted to fill in the blanks. Catherine continued to fold sheik black dresses and put them in cardboard boxes. She eyed the vampire with the same casual wariness that all mortals in the know tended to do, but she remained calm. “Your new clothes came in this morning with the diapers, and I’m putting your old ones away until it’s time to put them back on. Is that alright, little Master?” Little Master! Melissa wanted to swoon. Not at the master part, but at being called ‘little’. I’m a good little girl, she thought. Gingerly, her thumb crept up back between her lips. “Yeah. That’s fine, Miss Catherine…” “I put the diaper on because you had another accident in your sleep and I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Are you comfortable?” “But how?” Melissa reached down between her legs and squeezed the soggy padding. She knew it was wet only because she had a keen knowledge and memory of what a slightly damp diaper felt like. As far as her skin was concerned, she was wearing regular panties. Thick, crinkly panties that another woman had put her in and taped up for her while she slept. And she was perfectly comfortable. Good little girls use and wet their diapers. They need their diapers, even when they’re asleep. They don’t worry about going to the yucky old potty. As long as they have their diapers they’re perfectly comfortable. “You’re a very deep sleeper, little Master.” Again, Melissa inwardly rejoiced at the l-word. “It’s why you have me here. To protect you.” Melissa sniffed. “Did you use baby powder on me?” She winced. As much as she liked it… “I don’t remember ordering baby powder.” “You forgot a few things that should have been on your list,” Catherine explained. “So I took care of them for you. You forgot some things. Nothing big. Just some silly mistakes. I took care of it.” The vampire’s eyes blinked red. Some primal, undead part of her raged at the idea. Her thrall was correcting her. How dare she-? Good little girls always listened to their Mommies and Daddies. Their Mommies and Daddies take care of them and know what’s best… “Thank you,” Melissa said. She started. “But you’re up,” Catherine said. “So I’ll put away your big girl clothes later.” She strode up to Melissa. “Hmmm...I can’t tell how wet you are. Do you want changed yet?” Good little girls don’t decide when their Mommies and Daddies change them. “No…?” Catherine took her free hand and started leading her out of her bedroom. “I think you’ll be okay for at least one more wetting,” Catherine said. “Or a mess. I can change you then. But let’s get you some breakfast first. How’s that?” ************************************************************************************************************** “Catheriiiiiine!” Melissa’s voice whined out. “Where’s my chicken nuggies!” “Comiiiiing!” Catherine called back, exhausted again. Three days... It had been three days. Three days of changing diapers, and wiping mouths, and feeding bottles. And reading stories AND finding stuffies that were THERE one minute but then dropped and forgotten about the next until an hour later they were the vampire’s favorite thing in the world. Three days of Catherine feeling even more like a servant than she usually did. When she’d peaced together that these Adult Baby fetishists were, she thought this might be an easy week. Oh boy had she been wrong. “Catherine, look at this!” “Catherine watch me!” “Catherine get me grilled cheese!” “Catherine I wanna play a game!” “Catherine where’s my stuffie?” “No, not THAT stuffie!” “I wanna watch more cartoons! Catherine what’s a good cartoon?” “Catherine buy me that! Buy me that!” From one angle, it was like having to be a nanny to a child who could murder her. From another angle it was like having to be an undead monster’s thrall AND wipe her ass for her. Yes, she blushed more and she was unusually cheerful most of the time, but it was no less draining than when Melissa had feasted on an MMA pit fighter and needed a sparring partner. She thought that adult babies were supposed to be submissive! Now, Catherine had learned that there was such a thing as topping from the bottom. Whenever Catherine changed her diaper or fed her a bottle, she got quiet in a weird type of happiness paralysis, but it was like when a lion had you rub her tummy. Purring or not, you didn’t take your eyes off the teeth. When Catherine had been tempted into this service, she practically knew she’d be giving up motherhood...now she wished she had. “CATHERIIIINE! NUGGIES!” Catherine took the plate of chicken nuggets into the T.V. room. It was two in the morning and Melissa was watching the same episode of Vampirina for the seventh or eighth time. She bounced in her highchair, slapping the feeding tray. “NUGGIES! NUGGIES! NUGGIES!” Oh yes, the vampire had an adult sized high chair, now. The entire manor was slowly being converted into a giant daycare. Packages kept arriving at the manor. Not just diapers and clothes either. Highchair. Changing table. Crib. Melissa had ordered them all and it was up to Catherine to assemble them while she slept. All proportional and very very heavy. And then, in a few days when the blood war off, Catherine would have to disassemble them, and fold all the cute big baby clothes and put them off somewhere to be forgotten about or burnt. Then she’d have to get the habits and hobbies of whoever the next victim was. But for tonight, it was just chicken nuggets. Melissa was well into her fourth helping, and had honey mustard and barbecue sauce smeared all over her lips. “Here you are, little Master.” She put the next course of overly processed children’s food on the tray. The babied vampire looked down at them and her face twisted into one of pure disgust. “These aren’t dinosaur shaped!” “We ran out of the dinosaur shaped ones,” Catherine said carefully. “These are still very good. They’ll taste absolutely lovely “I! WANT! DINOSAUR SHAPES!” The strength and speed of the plate being flung against the near wall was practically a lightning strike. The shattering of the dish and the scattering of the chicken rang out like thunder. Melissa had shown such an unpredictable temperament before. Under most circumstances, Catherine would have been terrified; startled into submission. She should be scrambling to pick up the pieces while saying bright and happy things to appease her master. Catherine knew this. This wasn’t most circumstances, however... Catherine stepped up to the adult sized high chair and waggled her finger. “Nnnno!” She sounded like she was scolding a puppy. “Nnno! Bad girl!” Was there really that much difference between one and the other? “Bad girl?” Melissa echoed. She looked spooked. Genuinely hurt. Hurt! Yes! That was something she’d read about. Something Catherine hadn’t done yet. With as much courage as she could muster, the middle aged woman unclicked the tray off of the high chair and tossed it onto the floor. “Bad girl? What are -?” Before the vampire could react, Catherine grabbed her by the ear and started dragging her out onto the couch. It felt like her heart was about to explode. She was grabbing a tiger by the tail and hoping it thought it was a kidden. “Bad girl! We do not throw our food!” Spurred on by her own momentum, Catherine sat down on the sofa. Incredibly, her vampire master followed, splaying across the heavy set woman’s lap. Only one thing left to do. “NO!” She slapped the immortal’s padded bottom as hard as she could. “NO! BAD GIRL!” The sound was impressive, but from the cushion and the pulp from the diaper, Catherine knew it couldn’t have hurt too badly. Even real children required more than a few swats to leave a mark. A nigh invincible predator wouldn’t feel a thing. Except...the most miraculous thing happened. Melissa started to cry. She started to wail and bawl and squirm in Catherine’s lap. And even though she could likely bench press a grown-man, she screamed and mewled impotently. So what did Catherine do? She kept spanking the brat of course! ************************************************************************************* Bad little girls get spankings! Bad little girls get time outs! Bad little girls lose their Mommy’s and Daddy’s love! Being a bad little girl was the worst of all possible worlds! Those words, unprompted, were racing and raging through Melissa’s skull. She couldn’t help it! When the words came to her, even if they weren’t her words they were said in her voice. They were the same words that told her if she wanted to be good she shouldn’t use the potty and shouldn’t hold it in. They were the same words that told her to eat in her highchair and watch cartoons. The same words that made her want chicken nuggies and cuddles and attention. Ooooh the attention! Now she was getting attention; the wrong kind of attention. The words were screaming inside her own skull, with Melissa powerless to stop them. Her body was unimpressed with the flurry of blows raining down on her diapered bottom. The words in her mind, however, insisted that they hurt. So they did. Like a steak being driven through her heart. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! STOOOOOOOP!” “You’ve had this coming for a long time, little missy!”, Catherine yelled. She didn’t let up for an instant. “A! VERY! LONG! TIME!” Little! She was little! Helpless! A baby! A bad baby! A bad little girl! NO! Melissa had wanted to be good! She hadn’t meant to be bad! She was trying to be good! She just thought that doing what she wanted to do all the time was good! She wasn’t being mean on purpose! She just needed someone to tell her what good and bad was! She just needed...she just needed a …. “Moooooooommmeeeeeeee!” Melissa wailed, kicking feebly over Catherine’s lap. “Pleeeeease! I’ll be good!” The spanking paused. Melissa could feel Catherine peering down at the back of her head; could feel the spanking hand still raised, ready to strike. “What did you call me?” Like an owl, Melissa turned her head all the way around. Despite being something no human could do, she felt weak and helpless in the normal woman’s lap. “Mommy?” A bizarre glint came to the woman’s eyes. “Yes,” she smiled. “Yes you did. Now, are you going to be a good little girl for Mommy or am I going to have to spank you some more and put you in time out?” Time out?! Not time out?! Not more spanking! Be a good girl! Good girls listened to their Mommy! “I’m going to be a good girl.” The predator brain inside the vampire realized how hard Mommy’s heart was pounding, but the thousand pounds of kink and conditioning that was piled up on top attributed it to excitement rather than fear. “You’ve made quite a mess of everything,” Mommy said. “After I change you and put you into a clean onesie, you’re going to clean up your mess.” Mommy started standing up. Reflexively, Melissa made herself lighter. Mommy noticed. “Good girl.” The words were music to Melissa’s ears. The only thing better was what came next: “Let’s get you into a nice dry diaper.” “Yes Mommy…I’m sorry Mommy.” Mommy repositioned her and started patting her on the back on the way to the changing table. “I know you are, Melissa. I know you are.” She sounded kind of sad, actually. “You’re nothing if not sincere when you’re like this.” “I just wanted…” Melissa stumbled. “I didn’t mean to be bad...I just wanted…” What was the word. “Attention?” Mommy offered. “Yeah…” “Hmmmm…..” Melissa heard Mommy smiling, her ears literally pricking up at the upturning of her lips. “I think I might have an idea…” ****************************************************************************************************** Lorraine Schmitt stood shaking in her shoes. What kind of fucked up place was this? On the outside it was an impressive estate; upper echelon on the edge of the city. And on the inside? On the inside it was a dream come true. Just the wrong dream….the dream Lorraine never would have told anyone. A play pen. A ball pit. A walker. A bouncer. A playmat for tummy time and one with a mobile. A rocking horse. A sit and spin. A tricycle. A frankly absurd amount of non-choking toys. This place had a baby; just one that was much bigger than usual. That’s how the fantasy went. That’s how Lorraine’s fantasies went. A giant nursery for a giant baby that was already done growing up. Usually run by an idle rich person with too much money and love to give who would just love to spoil a little girl rotten. Lorraine wasn’t really a little girl, not by most definitions. But since she started those self-hypnosis tapes, it was getting easier and easier for her to think of herself as one. Especially in her nursery at home...her nursery that now perfectly paled in comparison to this palatial wonderland. It was better than even Capcon. This place was so big it could be it’s own ABDL convention center. “And this is the kitchen,” the client, a Miss Catherine O’Hara finished the tour. “Any questions?” “Um…” Lorraine choked out, “What does this have to do with insurance?” She was playing dumb out of self-preservation and habit more than anything. “Oh? That?” the middle-aged, slightly overweight woman said. “That was a lie just to get you here.” “Why do you want me here?” “Because,” Miss O’Hara said. “I’ve already got one lovely little girl. I thought I could use a second.” Little girl! She was a little girl! She wanted to be a good girl! A good girl! The insurance agent bit her tongue, doing her best to block out the voice in her head that sounded so much like her own. “I’m not running an adoption agency…” Miss O’Hara let out a little growl. “Fine, little miss. We’ll do this the hard way.” Her voice went into a high, playful musical tone. “You can either come with me and get everything you ever wanted like a good girl.” Her voice lowered back down, “Or you can be a bad girl and after I spank you and put you in time out, I’ll tell everyone you know know about your nursery and diapers at home. Lorraine nearly fell over, feeling like her brain was on fire. So many of her trigger words set off at once! It was almost too much to stand. This wasn’t supposed to happen! Not until she found someone to trust! Not until she was ready to be little full time with someone. This wasn’t real! It couldn’t be! It was like...it was like so many of the stories that she read online. “The hypno recordings you’ve been playing in your sleep are quite a doozy,” Miss O’Hara cooed. “Poor thing. I’m very sorry it’s going this way. But I’m a little short on time. I’ve only got a night or two left, you see.” Lorraine almost collapsed from excitement and mental exhaustion. Her walls wouldn’t last long. They weren’t meant to. “Please…” “Of course,” Miss O’Hara said. “Of course I’ll please you. Mommy will take care of you. Good good, care.” Mommy! She had to be a good girl for Mommy! “Stand up, dear, Mommy can’t carry you.” On wobbly, Bambi-like legs, Lorraine was being led deper into the house. She couldn’t resist; not enough of her wanted to. How did one fight against their wildest dreams when the alternative was one of their darkest nightmares. “That’s right. Come with me to the nursery. Then we’ll get you into a nice dry diaper.” Diapers! She needed diapers! Good girls wore their diapers! A wet patch blossomed between her legs. Her bladder wasn’t even waiting for her to be wrapped up and secure in crinkling plastic. “Why...why are you doing this?” Lorraine whimpered. “How do you even know this?” “It’s my job to know such things, little girl,” Miss...Mommy said. “Or it was. If I must confess, I got a little sloppy when I was researching you. Good thing I did. Otherwise I might still have my old job.” “What...what are you talking...?” They were entering a bedroom; an adult baby nursery. Lorraine wasn’t even close to surprised, and only eighty percent of her was thrilled at this. She was powerless to resist when she was boosted onto an ornate adult changing table. “Mommy?” A new voice called out from a darkened corner of the room. “Is that her?” “Yes Melissa,” Mommy said. “But I need to get her changed first. Then you two can get to know each other.” A brick of Lorraine’s willpower fell out of the wall as she started sucking on her thumb. “She really is a baby,” the new voice said. “Just like me.” Mommy yanked the young woman’s pants and underwear off. “Oh you have no idea,” she chuckled. “I think you two will have a lot of fun together.” She was being changed! By someone else! It was finally happening! Finally! She was a good baby! A good girl! Lorraine boosted her hips up so that a thick four taped Bunny Hops could be slid underneath her. That was one of her favorites! How did this woman know? “”I don’t believe in fate,” Mommy said. “But I do believe in happy accidents.” She gently and expertly wiped and powdered Lorraine clean, then brought the diaper up and taped it on. “And you’re going to have a lot more happy accidents, my little girl.” She sat Lorraine back off and removed her bra and blouse from her. “The only hard part for you, I think, is adjusting your sleep schedule. You’ll get used to it though.” “Get used to what?” Lorraine asked, thrilling and hearing the crinkle with her tits out and bouncing. Another woman, another little girl crinkled forward. She was skinnier than Mommy. Taller and paler too. Her long black hair was done up in pigtails, which was funny, because that’s exactly how Lorraine would have styled it if she had hair like this. Same for the use of the dark purple onesie to complement her pallid flesh. She was something of a goth by the looks of it, but definitely still a baby. “So...first thing’s first,” Mommy said. “Lorraine. This is your new sister. You don’t know it, but you’ve been a very positive influence on her this last week. You’re going to continue being a positive influence.” “Yes...Mommy…” Lorraine was already shivering with joy. She was going to be a good girl. She was going to have a sister. She was going to have a Mommy! “Melissa,” Mommy said. “This is your new sister. Whenever you need blood, you feed from her. Not too much though. She’s very delicate. Do you understand?” The paler baby girl smiled. “Yes Mommy. I’ll be super careful.” That’s when the fangs came out… As the fangs sank in and Lorraine started feeling woozy, she heard Mommy coo. “Good girls. Both of you. Forever.”

The best part of either naptime or bedtime is being put into a onesie or abdl pajamas by my wife It really makes the true comfort. Especially when wearing a diaper. What do others wear over their diaper during naptime or bedtime.

My current goal is to reduce the use of diapers, mainly to save money. So today I put on a boxer, and then I got the urge to pee... boxer got wet. It wasn't a loss of control accident, as I voluntarily started to pee, forgetting that I didn't wear a diaper. They say habit's are hard to get rid of..

When i put my Diaper on i pull up between my legs as close as possible to my crouch. Hold between my legs, back up against the wall and stick bottom tapes as close to the front as i can, then then top tapes i usualy start from the right first. Then ajust the diaper guards. But first i fold a new diaper guards to guards fluff a bit and leave before wear usual a few days before wear. Hope that helps Mike78

I primarily use the but the diaper behind me and back up against the wall (or something convenient) to hold it there while I bring it up between my legs and do the tapes. Sometimes I can just hold it between my legs and do it without other assistance.

I would say a terrible idea as the foundation is lying to your partner. If you love your partner then why would you lie and deceive them?

Kigurumis! Those are the one-piece pajamas with tails and hoodies themed to different animals. I have a kangaroo one, an Umbreon one, a Totoro one, a deer one, a kitty one, and a puffin one! They are very hard to use the bathroom when wearing so they are perfect for wearing diapers!

uhhhhh a little creeped out here, no one here has ever seen what i look like(as far as i know), personally i think im damn ugly, hell revenge of the fugly has nightmares of me, and it aint changed since i was a pup, ugly then ugly now(and i like that, helps me to not be involved with anyone in any personal ways, im not wired for that, its an autistic thing), as for changing me, UHH UHH, NOOOOOOOO, if i cant change myself, id rather be dead, im very private, i live by the rule "from neck to knees, no one touches, no one sees", and cling to that even if it kills me!

Oh... today's not Friday? But... oh! It's a full moon! And the sixteenth? Guess I should post part sixteen then! https://toofplaypen.wordpress.com/2022/02/16/first-moon-forever-16/ I followed her through the gate. Dense trees on either side of the driveway. After about a quarter mile we came out of the woods and I saw the gorgeous wood cabin. Behind it the lake stretched out, water glistening in the morning sun. It was more like something from a painting than what I would ever have expected. I could've never in my life anticipated I would be moving into a place like this, to live with the most wonderful woman I had ever met and I had only known her for a week. I parked beside Liliana and got out to get my bags. Liliana stopped me, grabbing my shoulder and bouncing a little. She was so giddy it made me grin. "We can get your stuff out later! I want to show you around first." She gestured at the wilderness around us. "And tonight I'll show you around this!" My eyes were wide as I turned to take it all in. Driving up it had already seemed vast, but now that I was out of my car I felt so small. I had never been a real city kid, but I hadn't been in this much nature either. I felt overwhelmed and at home at the same time. The little wolf in the back of my mind was practically vibrating. It made me realize I was sniffing at the air. My eyes closed and I took in the world around me. "Good." I opened my eyes to see mommy watching me and I cocked my head. "You're allowing the wolf to access her home with you. I've seen so many new wolves fight their instincts. It takes them longer to find the balance." I blushed and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I guess it doesn't hurt that I wanted it either?" I mused idly out loud. Liliana pulled me into a big hug. "It sure doesn't!" She tugged me along into the house. I stepped through the front door into a cozy little living room. Marsha was on the couch playing a Pokémon game. "Hi squirt!" She greeted, tilting her head back smiling before going back to the game. I stuck my tongue out at her and laughed. Liliana took me around the house. The kitchen was amazing. There were a couple bedrooms, the master, mine with all my things already setup, two guests and one empty one. "This… this can be your nursery if you want?" She opened the closet to reveal the stash of diapers and clothes she had already had. "That sounds fun, but I have wondered why you already had stuff ready?" "Oh, well, I always hoped I'd find a little girl like you, but diapers are also just comfy." I thought for a moment. I really wanted to play with that, so after a beat I burst out "Ooooh! MOMMY IS A CRINKLEBUTT!" Marsha burst into giggle snorts in the other room as Liliana's eyes widened and she blushed. "I… well…" She stammered and for a moment I thought I had messed up, but Marsha stuck her head into the room. "Ma! You found the perfect little brat for you!" She teased and Liliana fought the slight grin. "Both of you are brats!" She fake whined at us. "And you're the crinkle butt, I just had to make sure your diapers were comfy enough for such a tiny baby." My face scrunched up in a huff. I tried to protest, but I couldn't. My feet shuffled before I bounced over and hugged her. "Thank you mommy! You picked the cutest, most babyish diapers to introduce me to… me!" Kill them with sweetness, right? The rest of the day the three of us lounged around the house with games, movies and internet shopping. Marsha and Liliana gushing over how cute the types of things I picked for my nursery playroom were. They were both eating it up and I was living for their praise. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Again, it is going to hurt at first, but don't try and fight it. Once it's over, the pain just goes away." Liliana gave my hand one last squeeze before stepping away. The sun was just about down, I was encircled by pack and I could feel the wolf getting antsy. My skin rippled as fur sprouted. My bones ached and shifted. I could feel my organs shutting down while I watched my nose grow out in front of my eyes. My ears stretched and migrated further up my head. My tail burst out behind me. Organs, now rearranged and once again working as they should, made me feel like I was going to vomit for a moment, but instead I lifted my head and let out a howl. "Oh lass, her fur is white and silver. The girl is beautiful." Winnie commented. I was beautiful? The wolf girl was very happy to hear this and I hopped on all fours with joy before testing my balance on two. I looked to Liliana in front of me and… "Oh my, it looks like her wolf is as wee as she is!" I had gotten smaller? Liliana, still in human form now looked me in my eyes. "My little pup." She cooed, giving my ear a scritch before stepping away to let the change take her as well. The rest of the pack followed her lead. I watched as her silver grey form emerged before me and grew. She must've been over seven foot tall now. I got close and nuzzled into her. My lover, my mommy, my alpha. <Edited by @Alice-chan>

Hello! I respectfully submit that the term I would use for this process is "lock-in," ultimately derived from vendor lock-in. To me, the verb "spiral," ultimately from graveyard spiral, refers to a loss of continence which is unusually rapid and resistant to being regulated, either objectively or subjectively. I am definitely not a prescriptivist. If the word "spiral" now corresponds to the concept I called "lock-in," I'll absolutely go with the flow. However, it seems as if your questions about spiralling are concerned with what I would call spiralling, and people certainly seem to be answering them under the impression that that is the case. I am quoting this in a tangential way, totally unrelated to the topic of the thread, but in terms of susceptibility to hypnosis, the strongest predictor, in my experience, is the subject's average level of dissociation. I have noted, for example, that hormonal gender transition, which is thought with high confidence to decrease dissociative symptoms in a subject, also seems to increase susceptibility to hypnosis. I first noticed this when it happened to me, but after looking around a bit, it seems like I'm not the only one. I am also generally an empiricist. I don't think hypnosis is magic; I do think it works in some cases — not that you claimed otherwise. As a musician with an academic background, I strongly suspect that hypnosis is mechanically simply something like instrument practice or effective academic study, but in a very concentrated form. This is 100% the kind of thing I would describe as a spiral. I'm getting this feeling. The untraining methodology in which I am most interested is based on the Twelve Month Diaper-Training Program (I feel like the equivalent of a street preacher for the damn thing). The Program provides and/or my experience indicates that, in that context, day wetting comes before bedwetting; both are generated by the same processes; well-established bedwetting is largely irreversible and severely undermines day wetting control; and both day wetting and bedwetting undermine messing control. However, pretty much everyone in the world who had a different experience seems to be in this forum. At least two people here have mentioned to me that their bedwetting control was pretty malleable. One person has mentioned being able to recover significant bladder control, but no bowel control at all. I would love to incorporate these folks' results into my understanding of the world, but I don't yet understand how they got there. I very strongly believe spiralling is heavily psychological. The psychological variable to which I personally intuitively attribute the strongest influence on continence is one's belief concerning whether one has control, which could definitely be heavily influenced by what one wants to be true, although isn't ultimately entirely a branch of it. I think I've mentioned in this forum before that I had a pretty checkered continence history through childhood and adolescence, but was functionally continent at the time I chose to go back into diapers full-time. My progression was more or less complete incontinence and constant bedwetting —> very good continence —> light to moderate urinary incontinence, severe faecal incontinence, relatively limited bedwetting —> decent but shaky continence —> 24/7, untraining, and complete incontinence. Five months into wearing, I was aware that my wetting control was worse, but not by a huge amount. I started voluntarily messing about 6 or 7 months in. I started involuntarily wetting the bed about nine months in. Sometime between 7 and 12 months in, my wetting control took an absolute dive without my being consciously aware; I know because 12 months in I got cold feet and tried to leave diapers but couldn't stay dry long enough, which is definitely a dramatic change relative to the 5-month mark. My bedwetting got rapidly worse after the 12-month mark. At about 1 year 3 months, I had the first messing accident I am actually sure of (there were a few occasions before that where I thought I was voluntarily messing but wasn't sure). By comparison to my wetting control, my messing control fell apart really fast; by 1 year 9 months, more often than not I simply could not make it. I think that psychology may have played a part. I observed that my control in general seemed to collapse at a rate that was a little on the speedy side when compared to others' experiences, and I strongly suspect that might just have been because I didn't have the same confidence in my control that I might have had if I had been continent my whole life. I think that because I hadn't been a regular bedwetter since childhood, developing regular bedwetting as an adult made a significant further dent in my confidence of control. I started thinking about this while I was losing my messing control, because at the time, while it appealed to me as an AB/DL, it absolutely scared the shit out of me on a conscious level (no pun intended). My first messing accident inaugurated a state of constant anxiety that took months and months to dissipate, and further messing accidents exacerbated it to the point of full-on hyperventilating, sweating bullets. I was desperately trying to avoid losing my messing control that whole time, but was not ultimately able to. I know at the time I didn't consciously want to lose it, so I assumed it had to be something unconscious. After several years of thinking, "confidence in one's own control" is the best guess I can come up with.

I took the liberty of editing this paragraph…. However, incontinence padding, (namely DIAPERS) has its own disadvantages. First, it requires frequent changing, thus making it both labor intensive and expensive (see appendix A), and, second, wearers risk skin breakdown. On the other hand diapers are delightfully soft and comfortable and are great for making one feel safe and snug and cute.

I’m currently in an abu simple

update:just woke up in very messy tykables overnights going to change into a tykables little builders otherwise i will probably start to leak most of us know that leaking isn't fun and mommy won't be impressed.

Well, they sold Biden....

I haven't tried Coke Zero, it's worth a shot. More for mom though, I am going to avoid putting sodas back on my diet for now as its a weakness of mine.

I switched to sugar free drinks ages ago. Actually can't stand the HFCS laden stuff at all. That's High Fructose Corn Syrup, or what the beverage companies switched to back in the 80s (or maybe even the 70s) because it's sweeter and cheaper than cane or beet sugar (sucrose) that we normally associate as sugar. Might I suggest trying "Coke Zero" instead? (Not Diet Coke - that stuff is flat out nasty!)

It was a cold, grey, February, Sunday afternoon.Lesley, my wife pulled slowly into the car park and stopped the car a short walk from the ice-cream kiosk. The ice-cream kiosk was always open on Sundays, no matter what the weather or the time of year, it would be in this sea-front car park, available for ice-creams, ice lollies and other confectionary. Inside I could see the ice-cream vendor, a young female of around 18 years of age, probably a student at the local college earning extra money to supplement her grant, she was reading a book to occupy her time, there would be few customers for her to serve on days like these. There were just three other cars in the large car park, the cars were empty, their occupants probably taking a very brisk walk along the cold, windy sea front. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Lesley said. My heart was thumping, my mouth dry. "Please Lesley, don't make me go for an ice-cream" I begged. Lesley looked at me through the drivers mirror, I was sat in the rear seat. "Button up your coat and get going" she ordered. I fastened the soft pink buttons of the very childish styled coat that I was wearing. It was pale pink, made from brushed cotton, smocked and quite short, the kind of coat a six year old little girl would love to wear on a Sunday outing with her mother. As I nervously fastened my childish coat, I could see my bare, hairless legs, my frilly anklet socks and my childish pink patent Mary Jane shoes. The pale mauve party frock with the masses of white petticoating that I was wearing did not want to be hidden away under the pretty pink coat. Try as I might I could not hide the fact that I was wearing a little girls dress. I looked once more at Lesley's grinning face in the mirror, she turned it slightly so that I could see just how ridiculous I looked. My hair was done in a typical little girl style parted down the centre with two wide mauve ribbon bows holding it in bunches. My face was a picture of abject misery because I knew Lesley would not relent in sending me out for an ice-cream. "Please Lesley, don't make me go" I begged one more time, hoping for a reprieve. "If you do not get out of the car this very instant, I promise you, you will be turning up for work tomorrow in that pretty outfit" she stated flatly. I shivered in fear for I knew to my cost that whenever Lesley made a promise, she never went back on her word. "Have you got your money?" she asked, readjusting the rear view mirror so that I could see her smiling face. I opened my hand to reveal the money in my sweating palm, fourty-five new pence, all in one pence pieces. "Now go and get your ice-cream like a good little girl" she sneered. The cold winter breeze rushed into the car as I opened my door, the wind blowing up my skirts, chilling my privates which were encased in a very frilly pair of flimsy little girl style drawers. "Close the door" Lesley snapped. Having gingerly stepped out of the car,I pushed the door shut, Lesley operated the central locking which locked the car with an ominous thud. I was trapped outside. The winter cold enveloped me and a shiver ran through my body, although I could still feel my face burning with embaressment. I walked slowly towards the big white van. The wind blew open my coat, exposing my pretty dress and masses of petticoats which were so short I had to hold my dress down to prevent my frilly drawers from being exposed. The ice-cream girl was still reading her book as I approached, she looked up as she heared my shoes on the concrete car park surface. Lesley had fitted them with metal taps so I could easily be heared as I walked. I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head as she stared at me in shock, then amusement. I stood at the van window, forced to look up to her like a small child because the kiosk floor was higher than the ground I was standing on. She slid open the window, grinning now and shaking her head in disbelief. "Yes?" she asked bursting into laughter. I could hardly speak "Could I have an ice cream please" I croaked. "Any special flavour?" she managed to say in her fit of laughter. I shook my head. "Large or small?" she giggled. "Small please" I almost whispered my humiliation robbing me of the aility to talk. She could hardly get the ice-cream onto the cone, she was shaking so much with laughter. She handed down the cornet, I really did feel like a small child reaching up to take the cornet from an adult. I placed the money on the counter, the pennies noisily hitting the hard surface. "Have you raided your piggy bank?" she burst into hysterics again, I felt my face blush even redder, I waited, shivering with humiliation, as she counted the money into her till. "It's all there" she laughed still shaking her head. I turned quickly to get back to the car as soon as I could, but stopped in horror. The car had gone. Panic surged through me as I scoured the car park for Lesley. Except for the three empty cars that were here when we arrived, the car park was empty, I felt tears well up in my eyes, Lesley had left me. I turned around, my hands to my mouth in fear, I had dropped my ice-cream, my skirts blowling up in the wind, my dress, petticoats and my very frilly little girl drawers totally exposed to the ice-cream girl. "What's the matter?" she asked in concern seeing the look on my face. "She's gone" I cried " my wife she's left me" I must have looked like a frightened little girl, standing before her in a pretty frock, wailing about being left alone. A warm sensation enveloped my groin, then I shivered as the cold wind found the urine running down my legs as I stood there and wet my knickers. A large pool was soon around my buckled shoes, the girl clearly seeing it develop from her position looking down at me. "You've wet yourself" she burst out laughing again, pointing to the pool that was forming around my pink Mary Jane shoes. I burst into tears, real tears of humiliation, shame and fear. The girl threw her head back and laughed at me as I stood there crying like a child, looking for the world like an upset little girl in ribbons and frillies, surrounded by a puddle because I had just wet myself. "You'll just have to walk all the way home in your pretty clothes" she laughed "unless you want me to ring the lost childrens centre," she held up her mobile phone. I shook my shamed head, feeling my ribbons brush my face, turned and walked off. "Do you want another ice-cream little girl?" she shouted after me as I walked from the car park. I ignored her. It was five miles to our house from here. I walked as fast as I could, luckily the streets were deserted on cold Sunday afternoons like this. A few cars passed and honked their horns but I just looked straight ahead and ignored their cat calls of "Fairy, Sissy Boy and Pansy". I felt even colder now that my legs, socks and frilly drawers were soaking wet. My short frock offered no protection to the biting wind as it blew under my skirts and around my wet privates. No matter how much I tried, I could not stop the wind from billowing out my petticoats, lifting them high in the air, if I held my dress down at the sides my skirts blew up at the front and back, the opposite happened if I held them there. Oh how I hated wearing little girl dresses with their short skirts and masses of petticoats. It was almost dark as I stood at the house door, ringing the bell, Lesley allowed me in, a triumphant grin on her face. Later after I had prepared and served the evening meal, still in my humiliating clothes, I was told to get upstairs. "You have been a very naughty little girl" she stated, following me into the bedroom carrying a hard backed hairbrush, "dropping your ice-cream on the floor after saving up all those pennies" "I'm very sorry Lesley" I apologised like a penitent child, already nearly crying because I knew what the hairbrush was for. She motioned me to remove my knickers and lay across her lap now she was sat on a chair. WHAK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK She laid into my bare bottom. It didn't take much to make me cry these days and soon the room was full of the sounds of the brush landing on my bare bottom and me crying. Eventually she pushed me to the floor, where I lay on my back a blubbering wreck. "Because you have been such a naughty little girl, I have decided to punish you further. For wetting yourself like a baby" she sneered "I'm going to put you into a babies nappy." She took a large white towelling nappy, pink headed nappy pins and plastic lined frilly rhumba pants from the chest of drawers and knelt down beside me. I was still sobbing deeply as she pinned the nappy together around my loins, drawing the frilly baby pants up my legs and settling them over the nappy. "There, baby is all pinned up in his nappy" she mocked "and baby can wear his nappies all week" She laughed at the look on my face "Yes, even at work tomorrow." "But how will I be able to get my trousers on" I sobbed. The nappies she had used were extra large, extra thick terry towelling and very bulky. She shrugged her shoulders. "That is not my problem" she laughed "all I know is, the nappies and the frillies stay on, if your stupid pants don't fit, you'll go to work with your shirt tucked in your baby knickers" she paused for effect " and that is a promise" I burst into further tears, those hated words "I promise" condeming me to a very humiliating day at work. She produced a big pink dummy and pushed it in my mouth, "Its your own fault for wetting yourself" she sneered"now get up and let me get you ready for bed." My party frock, petticoats, socks and shoes were removed. A very frilly short babydoll nightie and pink bootees were put in their place. "As you are now dressed like a baby in your nappy and pretty baby clothes, I might as well treat you like one" she announced "crawl through to the spare bedroom I have a surprise for my litttle baby girl" She laughed at my frilly nappied behind bulging from underneath my nightie as I crawled. The spare bedroom had been re-decorated, she had turned it into a pastel pink nursery, dominating the centre of the room stood a large pink wooden barred cot. "You will not be sleeping in my bed any more." she stated " babies sleep in cots, so you will be put to bed in your cot every night from now on." "Not every night surely" I protested. "Every night" she laughed "and that is a promise" She lowered the cot side "And as babies go to bed very early, you will be put in your cot at five-thirty every night from now on." she said, motioning me to get into the baby bed. "But Lesley what about my squash league" I whined pathetically as I climbed into the cot. "Babies do not play squash" she scoffed. "But Lesley......no......I......" I began to protest again, she cut my complaints off. "Do you want me to ring Bill up and tell him the reason that you cannot play squash any more?" she asked, "should I tell him you will be safely tucked in your cot all dressed up in baby clothes and pinned into a nappy?." I shook my head. Bill was the captain of the squash club. "One more compaint from you and I will be straight on the phone" she said, starting to pull the blankets over me. "Lesley please...no.....I have to........" I started to say and immediately regreted opening my mouth. "Well!!!" she snapped exasperated. She left the covers, pulled up the side of the cot then stormed out of the room. I felt completely helpless, surrounded by pink bars wondering what my wife was going to do now. She returned to the bedroom holding her mobile telephone. "Please Lesley" I cried in horror "I'm sorry I will not complain again." "Too late" she said pushing the buttons on the key pad. I could hear the ringing tone as Lesley held the phone to her ear. "Please Bill be out" I prayed to myself. The ringing tone stopped and a male voice answered the call, it was Bill. "Hello Bill this is Lesley, yes, Davids wife" Lesley spoke into the mouth peice walking over to the cot and leaning against the bars. "I'm afraid David will not be able to come to play squash any more". I heared Bill ask why, was I all right, he was concerned that I wasn't ill or injured. "No, Bill, he is not injured or ill, you see Bill, the reason David will not be playing squash any more is because he will be sound asleep in his cot" she looked down at me, I heared Bill repeat her words incredulously. "That's right Bill, a babies cot, and just like the baby he is he will also be wearing a nappy" she told him. I heared Bill laugh. "Your joking" he said. "No Bill I am not joking, David is in his cot as we speak, he is wearing a nappy, a very frilly pair of baby pants and a babies nightie. I am looking at him now, he does look sweet" she laughed. "Yes Bill, you can speak to him, he is crying at the minute, I have had to give him a very severe spanking, so you'll have to excuse his sobbing" Grinning she handed me the phone. "Bill, its me Dave" I croaked. "Dave, what is Lesley talking about, is she going mad?" he asked. "No Bill she isn't going mad. I'm sorry but I will not be playing squash any more" I was sobbing as I spoke. "What's going on Dave, you sound like your crying. Lesley said something about giving you a spanking and you being in a babies cot and wearing a nappy, tell me it isn't true Dave" he said. I could not answer him and burst into tears again. "It is true isn't it" he guffawed "you're in a cot and you're wearing a nappy and crying like a great big baby". I couldn't talk any more, Lesley took the phone from my trembling hand, she waited for Bill to stop laughing. "Yes Bill he is a great big whimp" she laughed along with him. "What you need is a real man" I heared Bill say. "Perhaps you could show me what a real man is like" she said suggestively. "Just give me half a chance, the pleasure will be all mine" he responded. "And mine too, I hope" she giggled like a school girl. " How about dinner tomorrow night?" suggested Lesley, "I could put something very sexy on, cook us both a meal, open a few bottles of David's best wine, then you could show me just what a real man can do" she said huskily. Bill was a well known womaniser, he kept all the guys at the squash club entertained with stories of his conquests, relating in graphic detail how he laid each particular female. I knew Bill only needed the slightest opening and he would be into her panties, and Lesley was making it all to easy for him. "I'd love to come, but what about Dave?" he asked. Lesley looked down at me and sneered. "Don't worry about him, Bill, he'll be tucked up in his cot by five-thirty, safe and sound in his nappies and baby clothes." Bill laughed "Can I see him? I can't wait to tell the rest of the guys." "Of course you can" She giggled, "I'll put him in a pretty baby dress too, if you like." "Promise?" Bill asked. "Oh, I promise" she replied looking directly into my eyes, and another gush of tears ran down my cheeks. "I can't wait, I will see you tomorrow night then, what time?" Bill's voice was full of enthusiasm. "Around seven will be fine" Lesley said. "Seven it is then, and Lesley don't forget to wear something really sexy" he said. "I won't, its a long time since I had a real man in this house" she giggled. "Good-bye Bill, see you tomorrow, say good-bye to Uncle Bill, baby" She held the telephone to my mouth. "Bye Bill" I whimpered. "I'll see you tomorrow in your pretty dress" he guffawed. Lesley switched the mobile phone off. "You are going to have to learn that when I promise that I am going to do something, I mean it" she stated showing no sign of sympathy for me as I lay there snivelling in my cot. She lowered the cot side, took a handkerchief and allowed me to blow my runny nose. She pulled up the duvet, and pushed a big rag doll under the covers next to me. "Now you go bye-byes" she cooeed in mock tones as if speaking to a real baby. She pushed the large dummy back into my quivering lips. "I want you to consider how much being a naughty little girl has cost you today David" she said pulling up the cot side and clicking it into place. "You ARE going to work tomorrow wearing a nappy and frilly baby pants, if your trousers don't fit, you'll go to work with nothing to cover them and every one will see that you are wearing nappies. In the evening one of your best freinds will be coming round here, he will definitely see you in your cot wearing nappies and a very pretty baby frock." she smiled "and if everything you've told me about him is true, I'll probably end up in bed with him" She paused "Just think David, Bill will be screwing me rotten in the room next door while your in here, in a cot wearing a pretty frilly baby dress, a nappy and sucking a dummy". She threw her head back as she laughed loudly. "And" she said once she recovered "because you dropped your ice-cream today, just as soon as you've saved enough pennies, you will be going back for another one." She made a quick calculation in her head "That should be in the middle of summer" she giggled "so you will not have your coat on to hide your pretty dress, and there should be lots of people about to see you. And that is a promise, baby" she laughed. Her laughing voice faded down the stairs as she left me in darkness in the nursery. I cried myself to sleep contemplating an extremely humiliating twenty-four hours. I could see Bill in my mind, telling all my friends about me, and I tried to imagine his reaction when he saw me in the cot tomorrow night. Paroxysms of shame cursed through my body, I just hugged my dolly and sucked furtively on my dummy for comfort, and fell into a very troubled sleep. February mornings are dark, and because there was no clock in the nursery I had no idea of the time. I had had a very restless nights sleep, strange dreams of people laughing at me and little babies crawling around with my head on their tiny shoulders had caused me to wake several times. Each time I turned I could feel the hard wooden bars of the cot, reminding me I was sleeping in an infants bed. I was wide awake now, absolutely bursting to go to the toilet. I was unsure of what was expected of me, should I get up and prepare breakfast as normal, or should I wait in the cot for Lesley to get me out like a child. My sides ached, I needed to pee so badly. I decided to get up, make Lesley a really nice breakfast, I really needed to get into her good books. I had just knelt up in the cot, feeling for the catches that held the cot side up, when the door swung open and Lesley turned on the light. I blinked as the bright light hurt my eyes, Lesley was all ready dressed. "Diddums babykins have a woverly sweepy time then" she cooeed in syrupy tones. I nodded sullenly. She lowered the cot side. "Bweakfast time pwecious" she giggled. "Lesley, I need to use the bathroom" I said crawling onto the floor. She ignored me. "Is babykins going to be a good little baby girl for mummy today" she said sternly. I nodded, I did not want to incur her wrath so early in the morning. "Baby crawl down stairs for his breakfast then" she snapped. Reluctantly I made my way downstairs, finding it a little frightening taking the stairs in this infantile way. She ushered me into the kitchen and watched my face as I spotted the large pink highchair that she had put in the centre of the room. "Up you get baby" she laughed patting my frilly padded bottom. "Lesley where on earth did you get this?" I gasped climbing into the wooden seat as she held the plastic tray out of the way. "Bernard made it for me" she told me, lowering the tray down and fixing it in place in front of me. Bernard was the local handyman, he did jobs for all the neighbours, such as decorating, gardening or fixing things. "Didn't he ask what it was for?" I asked incredulously. Bernard was a good worker, but he was a "busy-body" he knew every ones buisness and made sure he related his gossip to any one that would listen. "Yes, of course" she giggled, "I told him it was for you". I groaned in despair. "Put your feet in here" she ordered There was a peice of wood just above my ankles, it had two semi-circles cut into it where Lesley positioned my legs. Another piece of wood, exactly the same was hinged onto the first at one end, Lesley brought the two pieces together, like a set of old fashioned stocks they trapped my legs in place. Lesley slipped a small padlock through a hasp that had been screwed into the edge of the ankle stocks, and clicked it shut. She smiled that evil smile when she had me just where she wanted me, I shuddered in fear. "Put your arm down here" she giggled pointing to a steel hand-cuff that was fixed to the side, open ready to accept my wrist. The steel was cold as she pushed it into place around my arm, another hand-cuff at the other side rendered me completely helpless. "There now babykins is all ready for his bweky-weky" she laughed . "Lesley, please, I really need to go to the bathroom" I whined completely trapped in the high chair. "What are you wearing on your bottom, David?" she asked. "A nappy" I admitted blushing. "Tell me, David, why do babies wear nappies?" she spoke with the tone of a school teacher talking to an errant child. "Because they cannot control their bladders" I said weakly "but I can" I added quickly. "You cannot, you wet your pretty knickers yesterday" she scoffed. "But.....I....." I started to say. "But nothing" she snapped " babies wear nappies so they don't get their pretty clothes wet when they do their wee wee's, you will use your nappy just like a little baby. And it will stay on until I decide to change it, your pretty plastic baby pants will make sure it doesn't leak onto your clothes" I could hold myself no longer, as she prepared a large bowl of rusks in milk, I relieved my self into the nappy. Lesley laughed at my blushing face, she knew I had wet myself. "Has babykins done his wee wee then" she mocked. I nodded dumbly. Lesley tied a big bib around my neck, then talking to me all the time like a baby, spoon fed me a bowl of sweet, mushy baby food. A large babies bottle full of sickly sweet baby milk followed, I wretched at the taste as I sucked on the latex teat of the bottle, but Lesley made sure I drank the whole bottle. She wiped my face clean with the bib, admonishing me for being a messy baby, then released me from the highchair. "Time to get ready for work, David" she announced, ushering me back up stairs. She informed me that when I was in nappies I could only crawl about the house, I would be allowed to walk only when I had my proper clothes on, or my little girl outfit. She also informed me that she did not intend to change me until I came home from work, she said she wanted me to get used to the feel of wearing a wet nappy telling me she wanted me to develop a really nice nappy rash. "I wonder what the young girls will say when I take you to the chemists to get some nappy rash cream David" she sniggered, "they are bound to ask how bad your nappy rash is, I will just have to pull back your frilly baby pants and nappy to show them" My normal clothes were given to me on a hanger and she left me to get dressed, telling me to fold my baby nightie up like a good little girl. I put on my white shirt and tie, grey socks and then attempted to get my trousers on, it was impossible, the pants would not fasten together due to the bulk of the nappy, I even broke the zip trying desperately to hide my nappied condition. I was close to tears when she walked in. "They won't fit" I said almost in a whisper. "Take them off" she ordered "now get your shoes on". I was still sniveling as she handed me my breifcase. "You cannot go out like that David, you look a ridiculous" she said shaking her head. "Oh thank-you, Lesley" I gasped with relief thinking that she had relented on her intention to send me to work looking like this. "Your shirt needs tucking into your knickers" she laughed "there that is better" I almost fainted with shame as she led me to a mirror once she had adjusted my shirt. I looked absolutely ridiculous in my shirt, tie, socks, heavy shoes and my frilly nappied behind. "Off you go, David, and have a good day at the office" she laughed marching me to the front door. "Please Lesley" I bawled, tears streaming down my face "don't make me go like this" The front door was open now and I felt the cold winter wind on my bare legs. "Bye bye David" she laughed shoving me in the back so I was clear of the door step, then the door slammed shut, I heared it being locked behind me. I stood there trembling with fear rooted to the spot. Lesley opened the door "I suppose I could ring work and tell them your ill" she suggested. I felt elated at her show of kindness. I dropped to my knees "Thank-you, thank-you" I sobbed. "There will be a price to pay though" she sneered looking down at me sniveling at her feet. "Anything" I cried, desperate to be allowed back into the house before anyone saw me. "You had better mean that David, this is the only time I will break my word, and that is a promise" she sneered "I do Lesley, I will do anything you say" I croaked Once inside she took me back to the nursery and stripped me of my office clothes. "You will be off work all week" she told me, "your due some holidays anyway. During this week you will act exactly like a baby, do you understand" I nodded. "You will not utter one single word that I can understand from now on, you are only allowed to say goo goo or ga ga or any other baby sound you can think of, but no words, now let me hear you try, and remember you are a baby girl" "Goo goo goo goo ga" I sqeaked. She laughed. "Not bad for a first attempt. It will come much easier by the end of the week, but I warn you David, if you talk once like an adult while you are in baby clothes, you will be sorry, and that is a promise" She put my frilly nightie back on me and made me crawl back to the kitchen where I was put back in my high chair, she only locked my feet and my left arm in the restraints. "I want you to suck your thumb, baby" she said raising my hand and sticking my thumb in my mouth. "I want that thumb in your mouth all the time, it only comes out at meal times" I was informed. "Goo goo goo" I gurgled the thumb restricting my speech even more. "By the time I'm finished with you, sucking your thumb will be second nature" she giggled "I wonder what they'll say at the office when you can't stop sucking your thumb" Lesley picked up the phone and rang the office she informed them that I was wasn't feeling too well and they agreed to give me the week off against my holiday entitlement. "Now baby can stay at home all week with her mummy" she said pinching my cheek. "Goo ga goo ga goo" I mumbled. She was full of herself as she tidied the kitchen up and put the breakfast items in the dish-washer. Once the kitchen was to her satisfaction she made herself a cup of fresh coffee, I had to have another bottle. While she was drinking her coffee she wrote a list of items she required for the meal with Bill tonight. "I wonder what a real man would like to eat" she mused teasing me, "should I get him a nice steak, or perhaps oysters. Oysters are supposed to turn a real man on and I want to make sure Bill is really horny tonight" she giggled "what do you think babykins?" "Goo goo goo" I said dribbling on to my bib. "I'll need some tins of baby food for you babykins, you are not old enough to eat adult food yet are you?" she asked wiping my chin. "Ga ga ga goo" I answered in baby talk. She stood behind me and ran her hands in my long hair. I had not had my hair cut for six months now, Lesley had trimmed the ends to keep it tidy, and it was more or less in a "page boy" style. "Wouldn't babykins look sweet if I died her hair blonde and permed it into pretty ringlets" she laughed. I wanted to say "no" but just continued gurgling like a baby. "I'll call at the hairdressers on the way back from the supermarket" She smiled putting her coat on "I'll be able to have your hair nice and pretty for when Bill comes tonight". I felt tears of frustration and humiliation welling up inside me. "Now don't start crying babykins, mummy has to go to the shops to get some things, you stay in your highchair like a good little baby, I'll be back soon" she said picking up her handbag and the car keys. She pulled the highchair round so I was facing the kitchen window. "Bernard always cuts the grass on a Monday morning, remember to give him a wave when he comes" she laughed and breezed out of the back door. I was left alone. The kitchen clock ticked away slowly as I sat in utter boredom in the high chair. Later the peace was shattered when I heared the sound of a motor mower start up in the front garden. Bernard had arrived and would soon finish the small front lawn, I knew this nosy old man was bound to look through the kitchen window.I desperately tried to get out of the highchair, but it was futile, Bernard had done an excellent construction job. I heared the back garden gate squeak as Bernard brought his mower through. Sure enough his grissled old face appeared at the window, a broad smile on his face. He waved his fingers as if waving at a child and burst into laughter. I sat absolutely helpless sucking my thumb. He disappeared and his mower burst into life drowning his coarse laughter. It was twelve-thirty when his mower stopped and silence reigned once again, this coincided exactly with Lesleys return. "Good day ma'am" I heared him say. "Hello Bernard, would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" Lesleys voice answered. Surely she couldn't bring him inside the house I quailed. "Love one ma'am, its bitter cold this morning" he replied. The lock turned in the door and it swung open, Lesley entered first grinning from ear to ear, Bernard followed, desperate to get a better look at me in the highchair he had constructed. "Sit down Bernard" she smiled at my red face. "Hello babykins, did my big baby miss mummy" she cooeed pinching my cheek. "Goo ga goo goo" I said in a hoarse whisper. Bernard could not keep his eyes off me while Lesley poured them both a cup of coffee. "My husband is being punished for being very naughty,Bernard" Lesley informed him sitting next to him at the breakfast table. "Quite right too I expect" he laughed. Lesley told him all about my outing to get an ice-cream dressed up as a little girl and how I had wet a very expensive pair of knickers. Bernard was rolling with laughter as she related each detail. "So he is now in nappies" she finished. "Nappies, a grown man in nappies" he howled. "Yes nappies, come and look" she said standing up. She raised the plastic tray as far as it would go with my arm trapped in the hand-cuff, she pulled up the frilly nightie "There you are Bernard, a grown man in nappies" she also showed him the nappy was wet. "I never, a grown man in a wet nappy" he kept repeating to himself as Lesley showed him to the door. "You'll be the talk of the neighbourhood by the end of the day babykins" she laughed giving me another bottle feed. My nappy was sopping wet by the time Lesley decided to take it off me. She put me in a heavily scented bath washed my hair and scrubbed me clean. She dried me then led me over to the white basin where the pink/blonde hair dye had been prepared. She put the wet towel over my shoulder, then started applying the hair colouring. Satisfied she had put enough on, she sat me in a chair then proceeded to pluck my eye brows. The dye was eventually washed out and she towel dried my hair sniggering at its new colour. Back on the chair I had to sit still while she applied acrid smelling perm solution to small strands of hair then put it in the tiniest of rollers. It took well over an hour to put them in, a pink hair net followed then I was taken into the nursery put into a clean nappy and put into my cot for an afternoon nap while my hair dried and Lesley got on with her preperations for the evening. I did not go to sleep, of course, I just layed there, listening to Lesley as she sang happily to herself. Delicious smells permeated upstairs into my room, I was starving hungry, all I had had to eat so far was the rusks in milk at breakfast and three large bottles of babies milk. "Is babykins wide awake then" she gushed as she entered the room. "Mummy has got babies din-dins all ready for her baby girl" she said letting me out of the cot, following me as I crawled down to the kitchen. Several pans were boiling away on the cooker, my mouth watered at the smell. I was soon locked into the highchair, as I was about to be fed she allowed me to stop sucking my thumb, which was already quite sore from being in my mouth all day. "Is my baby vewy hungwy" she cooeed. "Ga ga goo goo ga" I squeaked. The micro-wave oven bell rang and Lesley took out a huge plastic bowl of brown mush. "Here's babies din-dins" she giggled putting the bowl on the highchair tray. She shovelled in a huge spoonful, it was foul and only just warm. I tried to spit it out only for her to scrape it off my chin and bib and shove it back in again. "This is proper baby food out of a tin, all babies have this for their din-dins" she said scraping the bowl as the contents finally disappeared "you had better get used to it's taste babykins, you will be having food like this for all your meals" she grinned "and that is a promise". "Woverwy chocky pudding next, babykins" she sang. Another large bowl was put on the tray, this time full of dark brown chocholate pudding. It was sickly sweet and again I tried to reject it, to no avail I was forced to eat it all. "All gone, babykins, who's a cwever baby girly then" she laughed. "Ga ga ga ga goo" I gurgled, glad that the ordeal was over. Lesley opened a bottle of red wine and poured a large glass. "Does baby want a dwinky" she sang holding up the glass. "Goo goo goo goo ga" I gurgled enthusiastically. She took a large gulp of the wine "It's a good job I made you a big titty bottle of milk then" she laughed as she teased me. She saw the look of disappointment on my face as she brought over the babies bottle. "Babies don't drink wine, babykins" she laughed pushing the teat into my mouth "Only adults like Mummy and Uncle Bill are allowed to drink wine. Babies must drink milk so they become big and strong" The milk was sickly sweet and not at all refreshing but I was forced to drink the lot. When I had finished, she let me out of the highchair, cleaned my face with a scented baby wipe and led me back to the nursery. "I'll get baby ready first, then you can sit on the floor and play with your dolly whilst mummy gets all dressed up for Uncle Bill" she said. She went to the tall wardrobe and pulled out a very frilly baby dress. "Look what mummies got for her little baby girl" she said. The dress was pink satin, it had little puff sleeves and a tiny lace collar. The skirt hung from a high waist in typical baby girl fashion, it was very short, much shorter than my party frock, and frilly, lacy petticoats were sewn into the dress to make the skirt stand out. It was soon over my head, my arms in the puff sleeves and she buttoned it up at the back. She held up a pair of ultra frilly pink satin baby panties that matched the dress, removed my frilly knickers and pulled the new ones over my be-nappied and plastic panted behind. A pair of frilly ankle socks came next and were put on my feet. "Look what else mummy has got for her lucky little baby" she said proudly holding up a pair of pink baby shoes in my size "I saw these in a baby shop window" she said "they were made bigger for a special display, it was these that gave me the idea of making you into a baby. Aren't they sweet?". "Ga ga ga ga" I gurgled my reply, watching her fasten them on my feet. "Now let's get babies rollers out of your pretty hair" she announced. The hair net was carefully removed followed by the curlers. "Oh my goodness" she gasped as the last roller came out. She took a length of white ribbon and I felt her tie it tightly at the top of my head. "Fantastic" she said "absolutely fantastic, come and see what a pretty baby you are, babykins." I crawled to the full length mirror and gasped at the transformation. I hardly recognized myself as the overgrown baby girl stared back at me. The ribbon bow perched on masses of blonde curls which cascaded around my face, the dress was ultra babyish in design, so short my frilly knickers and nappy were clearly on view, the frilly ankle socks and baby shoes finishing the outfit off to perfection. I hung my head in shame. "You look adorable babykins" she gushed. "Now hold still while I finish you off" she ordered fetching her make-up bag. Pale pink eye shadow, black mascara and bright red lip-stick were applied to my face. "You don't seem to need any blusher" she giggled dropping the lip-stick into her bag. I looked like a baby doll. Time was getting on, I was sat on the floor in her bedroom, given the rag doll to play with while she showered. She came back into the room wearing just a towel, smelling of really sexy perfume. She dropped the towel in front of me standing above me naked. She had a beautiful figure and I felt my manhood start to react inside its towelling prison. "See what your missing, babykins" she sneered as she caressed her breasts "isn't Uncle Bill in for a treat" She dressed in a white satin bra and matching satin panties as she rolled sheer stockings up her legs and attached them to the white suspenders. "These should turn Uncle Bill on, don't you think so babykins" she giggled. "Goo goo goo goo" I gurgled holding the doll to my breasts. She sat at her vanity table and carefully applied her make up, she then took the hair dryer and styled her long dark her. She put on an extremely short, black dress that clung to her slim figure. Four inch black patent high heeled shoes completed her outfit. She looked stunning. "Well babykins, do you think mummy looks beautiful" she said admiring herself in the mirror. "Ga ga ga goo goo" "More to the point, will Uncle Bill think I look beautiful, and want to make love to your mummy". She laughed at the absurdity of it, there I was, her husband, dressed in a pretty frock, frilly pink satin baby knickers and a nappy playing with a doll, watching her get ready to get laid by my one of my best friends. She found it so amusing that her control over me was so great, that even though I knew Bill would not only screw her, but tell everyone of my friends about me being dressed as a baby and make me a laughing stock at the squash club. I just sat there on the carpet looking up at her in my ridiculous clothes and my Shirley Temple hair style hoping for her mercy. I had absolutely no chance, she wanted Bill to make passionate love to her, but most of all she wanted Bill to see me as a pathetic baby girl. "Just look at the time babykins, its time for your beddy-byes" she announced. "Crawl into your cot mummy will be through in a minute" Dejectedly I crawled into the cot. As I waited for her to come into the nursery, I tried to summon up enough courage to overcome my submissiveness, I decided that as her husband, I was not going to allow her to let Bill into this house. I knew she would be extremely angry and I would suffer terribly for standing up to her, but I had to do it. Lesley breezed into the room. I felt sick trying to get the courage up to confront her. She pulled the duvet cover from the cot and raised the side. I was just about to speak when she reached over to the other cot side unfastened a clip and pulled a barred lid over the top of the cot. I watched in horror as it fitted the cot exactly, Lesley quickly locked it in place with two large padlocks. I was trapped in baby clothes in the cot. It had only taken a few seconds, any thoughts I had of rebelling disappeared as I realised the futility of my position. Lesley squatted down to my level. "Oh dear, David, you are in a jam aren't you" she sneered "locked in your cot in your pretty baby clothes, Bill will be here soon, and you haven't even got any covers to hide under" she threw her head back and laughed. She walked out of the room, leaving me alone in my baby cage. I felt like a condemned prisoner in his cell as the time went by slowly. When the door bell rang, my heart missed a beat. Lesley had left my nursery door open purposely, I could hear her high heels walk down the hall and the front door open. "Bill, how nice to see you, I'm so glad you could make it" Lesleys voice said. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world" Bills voice said "Jesus, but you look stunning Lesley." "Why thankyou kind sir" she giggled "I bet you say that to all your girlfriends" I listened as Lesley flirted with him in the hall. "Are you wearing stockings?" he asked "I cannot resist beautiful ladies in stockings." "Why don't you find out?" she replied huskily. It went rather quiet for a few minutes and I imagined his hands running up and down her thighs exploring for suspenders. "Oh Bill" she moaned, I then heard them kissing each other loudly. "Lesley, were you joking about Dave being in a babies cot last night?" I heared him enquire eventually. "Certainly not" she laughed, "I've got him all ready for you upstairs." "I've got my Poloroid camera with me can I take some photo's to show the lads?" he laughed. "Be my guest" she giggled "come on I'll show you where he is" I shut my eyes in shame as I could hear them climb the stairs. "There he is" Lesley said "my pretty baby girl" I opened my eyes to see them both standing in front of the cot, the room echoing with their laughter. "Smile Dave" Bill said pointing his camera at me and blinding me with the flash. He took a full pack of film, Lesley laying them on the dresser to develop. Satisfied he had taken enough pictures he put his camera down, Lesley joined him at the cot side and their arms went round each others waists as they looked down on me. "Don't you think he makes the prettiest baby girl, Bill" Lesley giggled. "I've got to say that dress really suits him" he guffawed "the ribbon, the ringlets, those frilly socks and those cute baby shoes are really you, Dave, I don't think I have ever seen you in clothes that suit you so much" I hung my head in shame trying my hardest not to burst into tears. "But there is one thing that suits him more than any other" he added "Whats that Bill?" Lesley asked. "His nappy" he burst out laughing, I burst into tears. He pulled Lesley close to him and they french kissed, his hands all over her. "Oh Bill your such a real man" she moaned. Bill forced her to the floor and was soon on top of her pulling at her clothes. "Oh, Bill, not in front of the baby" She laughed looking at me crying in the cot. Her dress was off now as she stood there in her bra, silky white bikini style panties and stockings "Baby is much to young to know what we are doing Lesley, baby will just think were playing horsey" he laughed removing his clothes until he was there in just his boxer shorts. Lesley looked shocked at the very large bulge tenting out the cotton of his pants. "Oh my god Bill you are enormous" she announced excitedly as his erection grew. She fondled him before excitedly pulled off his shorts as he lay on top of her . I was forced to watch as he kissed her breasts then between her thighs, she moaned with pleasure.She slipped off her panties and threw them at me then returned the compliment, she took his very large thick rampant manhood in between her lips and sucked greedily on the long thick shaft. I placed Lesley's panties up to my nose and smelled the over powering excitement of her cummy wet panties.I pulled them over my head and began rubbing the front of my frilly satin panties which made a noise as they rubbed against the plastic pants underneath. I was amazed at his size and concerned that he may hurt her because he was so big.Still on her back she guided the over sized penis to her slippery vagina. Bill pushed himself into her and she began to moan almost immediately as he stretched her tight vagina like it had never been stretched before. Soon they were making love ,she wrapped her legs over his broad shoulders and pushed upwards to encourage him give her all that he had to give.Soon the room filled with their rhythmic moans ,Lesleys face in ecstasy as she felt his huge manhood explore the depths of her vagina like no one had done before His large penis hitting her cervix with each powerful thrust,his large testicles slapping against her buttocks,the noise almost deafening.She moaned louder her face buried into broad shoulder ,her arms clamped around his back urging her him "fuck to her harder".I could see his long thick cock plunging in and out of her very wet pussy his penis covered in her juice until they both climaxed together.My gorgeous wife looked thoroughly satisfied . They lay there gasping in each others arms for a while then they sat up and looked at me, as I continued to rub at my baby knickers they both burst out laughing Lesley found it highly amusing that I had her wet panties over my head with the gusset placed over my nostril's. "C'mon baby girl make cum cums for mummy and Daddy" .Lesley urged me and teased me for being a sissy adult baby cuckold and within a moment I creamed into my nappy. Lesley and Bill laughed so much I was in fear someone outside might hear. "That is what real men do Dave" Bill sneered they fuck women, "they do not wear frilly pink dresses and frilly pink baby knickers with wet nappies underneath." "Baby girls do though" Lesley joined in " hes such a baby sissy ..such a wimp even more so now he has my panties over his head, come on Bill lets get something to eat and drink." "Nighty-night diddums" he mocked . "Nighty-night babykins" she laughed. They turned and left in each others arms leaving me in the darkness. I must have cried myself to sleep for I didn't hear Bill leave. It was also quite late in the morning as it was light outside and still Lesley hadn't unlocked the cot lid. My nappy was wet as I had had to relieve myself in the night, and now I was desperate to open my bowels. For the last couple of hours I had fought against soiling my nappy, but it was a battle I couldn't win. Suddenly my will power collapsed and I felt the mess squeeze into my nappy and between my legs. It was the most degrading act, it confirmed my status as a baby. Shortly after, Lesley danced into the room, wearing a flimsy white silky negligee with a pair of small silky white nylon panties. She looked like the cat that had just had the cream. "Pooh, has babykins had an acccident" she giggled unlocking the cot. "Goo goo goo goo ga" I stammered. I was told to go down stairs and get in my highchair. She followed and locked me securely into it. The kitchen was full of the smells of a cooked breakfast, my mouth watered as she filled two plates with bacon, eggs, sausage and beans. She put one plate close to the highchair, "Hungry baby?" she smiled. I nodded. "Goo goo" I said in my best baby girl voice. "Well mummy will get yours after me and Bill have had ours" she laughed. "Bill its on the table" she called up the stairs. Bill came into the kitchen wearing one of my robes and kissed Lesley full on the lips "God you are one sexy lady" he said patting her bare bottom. "Get your breakfast before it gets cold" she giggled like a schoolgirl. He sat down and looked at me. "Coochee coochee coo" he laughed and pinched my cheek viciously. They both ate their breakfasts laughing at me in between mouthfuls. "Baby has pooh pooh'ed his nappy" Lesley informed him. He shook his head in disbelief "Wearing baby clothes is one thing" he sneered "but actually soiling himself is another, do you know, I actually think he enjoys being in nappies". Lesley looked at my beetroot red, tear stained face. "I don't think so" she laughed " but babies have no choice, they wear nappies and plastic pants whether they like it or not" Lesley finished her breakfast first, poured some coffee, then filled my large plastic bowl up with baby mush. "What is that?" Bill asked "it looks revolting." "It is" she laughed, "its babies breakfast" She took a large spoonfull and held it to my lips. "Open wide babykins" she ordered. I shook my head. She just held my nose until I gagged for air and in it went. Bill howled as I was force fed. Lesley then gave me my bottle in front of him. Tears were soon flowing again as they both mocked me for being a great big baby in a dirty nappy. Lesley sat on Bills knee in front of me, and I watched as Bills hand slipped in between her inner thighs. She gently opened her legs so he could touch her intimate parts. "It's a pity he wasn't at the squash club last night" he said caressing her sex through her flimsy underwear. "Why?" moaned Lesley. "He would have found out that we are having a fancy dress night this week" Bill smiled. "Your kidding" she screamed. He shook his head. "For all members and their wives or girlfriends, and fancy dress is compulsory" they both laughed again at my tear stained face. "We'll have to go" she said excitedly, getting aroused again by Bill's attentions to her sex. "Promise?" Bill said kissing her deeply on the the lips. "Promise" she moaned and her tongue plunged into his open mouth. Bill stood up, picking Lesley up physically, as he rose. She clung on to his neck still kissing him ".Her long slender tanned legs wrapped around his torso.her short dress slid up and I caught sight of her sexy white satin panties He grabbed her buttocks and she gently rubbed her self up against his tented crotch.I could clearly see her white silky pantied crotch become wet with her excitement. Oh Bill you're so strong" she gasped. "I'm just taking your wife up to her bedroom to make love to her again, Dave." he triumphantly informed me, "you be a good little baby while we are away" They left me alone in the highchair, the babyfood around my mouth drying hard, my soiled nappy reminding me just what a big baby I had become. Bill stayed all day, I never saw much of either of them, I was put back into my cot with my doll and rattle to play with. The lid was locked back in place and I was forced to listen to their love making as I played with my toys. The dirty nappy was not changed either and I could feel a severe nappy rash developing as the acids in my eliminations worked against my skin.I was hard in my nappy as I listened to Bill fuck my pretty wife. Lesley was very vocal as she was pleasured by her new lover.I was left feeling strangely jealous but clearly aroused . It was early evening when Bill had to go, he came into the nursery to pick up the photos he had taken the night before. They both laughed as they flicked through the snaps. "Wait until the guys and the wives see these tonight" he laughed. They kissed again then Lesley showed him to the front door, where Bill promised to call round tomorrow after work. "I'll make sure I'm properly dressed then" Lesley giggled "That nightie will do just fine" he replied, then he was gone. At last Lesley turned her attentions to me, I was stripped of my dress, socks and shoes, then in the bathroom she removed my nappy. All the time she spoke to me as if I were just a baby, I goo gooed and ga ga'd my replies. The scented bath water stung my sore bottom as Lesley scrubbed me. A clean nappy was pinned on me as soon as I was dry followed by my frilly pink see through nylon baby knickers and my baby doll matching nightie. I was fed in the highchair but she allowed me to lay across her lap to give me her bottle, telling me what a pretty baby I was and that I was going to be her baby for ever and ever. Before she put me to bed, she put the pink hair net over my curls. "I want to make sure your ringlets are still in for when you go back to work" she said. The next day we seemed to have more visitors than normal. Bernard had obviously been spreading his gossip. Lesley made them most welcome and did not spare me from their curiosity, I was paraded in front of them dressed exactly as I was for Bills visit. Oh how they laughed as I crawled at their feet playing with my rattle and sucking my thumb. After their initial shock of seeing a grown man in such pretty frilly clothes and pinned into nappies, their contempt was evident. For one of the so called "superior" sex, to allow himself to be humiliated in such a manner was beyond belief, and they all agreed I deserved all the humiliation I received at their hands. I had given up my rights as a man, I was a disgrace to the male sex, they also agreed to make sure that I would never be able to claim my rightful position among the male sex again by effeminate me to a great big sissy-boy. I was promised that by the time they had finished with me I would definitely not be a man, I would be a baby girl. I was treat like a doll, they tied and re-tied my ribbon in various positions in my ringlets until they found the place they thought it suited me most, my baby dress was fussed over, my frilly panties and nappied bottom patted just like a baby girl. They loved having a "man" in this position and took out all their frustrations with the male sex out on me. Lesley told them of her night of passion with Bill, they all agreed that she deserved a "real man", and volunteered to baby-sit me if ever she wanted to go out. Mrs Franklin suggested her daughter, Jennifer, for the job, although she was only just eighteen, she was quite capable of taking care of such a big baby. I was a whimpering wreck when they all left, I stank of sweet perfume, my eye-brows had been died the same colour as my hair, and my face made up with eye shadow, mascara and lip-stick. I lost count of the times I had my lip-stick repaired whilst sat on one of the neighbours knees, the constant sucking of my thumb smearing the bright red cosmetic around my mouth. Bill turned up later, Lesley had changed into her sexy negligee ready for his visit. They greeted like lovers, embracing and kissing each other whilst I played at their feet with my doll. Bill told her of his night at the squash club. "I couldn't get away" he said "everyone wanted to see the pictures of him in his baby dress, and I just had to tell them that I made love to his beautiful wife." Lesley kissed him passionately on the lips her tongue invading his open mouth. "They have all bought tickets for the fancy dress on Friday, I told them we would be taking him in his nappies and baby clothes". They both looked down at me laughing at the tears that were running down my cheeks. They talked about me as if I wasn't there, as adults do with babies in the room. Lesley dragged Bill on to the sofa and they cavorted sexually in front of me, I was extremely jealous, but felt so stupid in the baby clothes, I just played with my doll. Over the next three days I was kept to a strict nursery routine, supervised by Lesley and the neighbours. Indignity after indignity was heaped upon me. I was introduced to Jennifer, my new baby sitter, and two of her school friends who found my situation hilarious. They were all in their final school year before starting college in the new term.Three very pretty 18 year old girls. I will never forget the embarrassment when they saw me dressed as a baby in my short pink satin baby dress with my long hair in pink ribbons,they pointed and laughed when they caught a glimpse of my frilly pink satin baby knickers that were covered in matching pink baby lace on the front and rear. "oh gosh look he's wearing a nappy and plastic pants and just look at those cute frilly pink knickers " Jenifer said laughing and pointing at me.They took out their mobile phones and took several photos of me giggling as they did so. "We must show the rest of our friends these sweet photos " Jenifer informed Lucy and Vicky. Jenifer was such a mature girl for her age,lovely long blonde hair that almost reached her sexy bottom. Her dark brown eyes full of mischievousness with stunning looks. She then flicked through the photos on her phone,sending them to all her friends. I was asked to sit on her knee while I drank from a baby bottles,more photos taken. It was totally embarrassing sat on a eighteen year old girls knee, being bottle fed, while Lesley told them all the baby things I did including pooing my nappy.Lesley even told the girls about my size explaining it was just too small for a satisfying sex life ,she was just unable to feel me inside her and thats why she has a boyfriend now.Lesley told them about her night with Bill and how I wore her wet panties over my head whilst I masturbated watching her being fucked by a man with a much bigger penis. Of course the girls were very intrigued by all this and began to ask questions. "So it turns him on then,dressing as a baby girl and watching you have sex with another man,a man with a much larger penis .its so weird" Jenifer said incredulous and shocked to what Lesley had divulged. "How small is he" asked Lucy, a very attractive girl with long dark hair that almost matched her eye colour. Lesley looked at me then smiling told the inquisitive teenagers to my shame." He's no more than 3 inches hard and its quite thin too" she added. They all looked at me and began smiling and giggling before nervously asking Lesley if they could see it.I looked at them pleadingly but Lesley had me stand in front of them.She lifted up my short frilly pink satin baby dress and told me to hold it nice and high. The girls began laughing as they got a good look at my frilly pink baby knickers. "So adorable ..you look very cute in those pink satin panties baby" Lucy although looking embarrassed reached out and touched the front of my knickers with her fingers wearing red nail varnish ."Your knickers feel very frilly and silk soft baby is that why you like wearing them" she asked.I just nodded my face feeling red with shame. Lesley asked her if she wanted to pull down my knickers but Lucy declined . "I will Jenifer announced,she moved forward and dropping to her knees in front of me looked up at me smiling.She placed her hands on the waistband and gently pulled my knickers down to my ankles.She did the same with the see-through plastic pants before finally pulling my cloth terry nappy down. I was still aroused and as the nappy was pulled past my genitalia shrieks of laughter came from the teen girls,Lesley just sat there smiling and enjoying my humiliation. "No way . oh my god that sooo tiny Vicky said at the same time.This was the first time Vicky had really spoken she looked very shocked holding a hand up to her mouth to hide her laughter and smirking. "Aww poor thing that must be so awful to have such a teeny tiny penis" she continued.Jenifer said it was smaller than her 5 year old nephews and they began to laugh referring to it as a "baby dick". Lesley produced a tape measure and handed it to Jenifer." why dont you measure him ". Jenifer placed the tape measure at the base of my penis and ran it along the shaft up to the tip of my penis. Her soft touch keeping me fully hard ,she laughed as she announced "no way ha ha its not even 3 inches ....I make it 2.9 inches".They all laughed and produced their phones and took more snaps of me whilst Jenifer held the tape measure to my small member."Its quite a pathetic one for a grown man and yes Lesley its very thin no wonder you need another man...a real man how big is your boyfriend" she asked. Lesley not one to be shy about such things told the girls she had never measured Bills penis but went into great detail on how big and thick it was. "He really is very big,must be around 8 inches i would guess and its so thick I can barely get my fingers round it.He penetrated me so deeply the feeling is me so deeply and the feeling is just so overwhelming,amazing infact .I always climax with him unlike my sissy baby girl here" .Whats more my icke baby girl likes to watch me and bill fuck don't you eh, it turns you on when you see him on top of me fucking me with his big thick cock while you rub your tiny willy in your nappy and pink frills while you are in your baby cot" The girls just sat laughing hysterically listening as my wife told them about her sex life and more embarrassingly that it turned me on seeing her with a much bigger man whilst I lay there in my cot watching them. Of course they found it quite amusing but Lucy said she felt sorry for me but understood why she Lesley needed to be pleasured outside our marriage. "I dont think I could have a boyfriend with such a small penis like your husbands she told Lesley.Its just not very manly. I do think he looks so adorable and cute dressed up as a baby girl". None of these girls were virgins as then began to disclose to Lesley that they had been with boys since they had all turned 16 or 17 years old and those boys were all much were "much bigger" than me,"twice the size" they all agreed unanimously. My penis remained hard I secretly enjoyed the humiliating comments and how theses sexy teenagers were comparing my penis to the "thick 6 or 7 inch cocks of their boyfriends. My humiliation did not stop there. I also had to suffer the ultimate humiliation of having my nappy changed by Mrs Franklin, she led me away, with Lesley's permission, to the nursery. I whimpered all the way to the nursery, knowing that this woman I hardly knew was going to deal with my most private of parts, but I had become so docile I did not even think of rebelling and got up onto my changing table, like a gentle lamb. As Lesley had pointed out, babies have no modesty, they are not old enough to get embarrassed when a total stranger changes their nappies. I felt totally humiliated as Mrs Franklin lifted my skirts, pulled down my frillies and removed my wet nappy. She spoke to me throughout the operation, telling me what a dirty baby I was wetting and pooing my nappies. She spent ages cleaning around my limp privates, amused at my baby sized penis and reaction to a females touch. "By the time we are finished with you, you will be incapable of having an erection" she sneered "your little dickie will never get hard ever again, its only use will be to wet your nappies". It was true, the humiliation of wearing nappies and dresses was emasculating me. Even when Lesley attended to me and fondled my private regions there was not the slightest sexual reaction, she found it so amusing that after only this short time I was incapable of getting hard, what would I be like in a years time she had laughed. Mrs Franklin pinned me into a fresh nappy imprisoning the only thing that identified me with the male sex now that I was in such pretty clothes, and covering the nappy with the frilly pink knickers. "There, now no one can tell that you're anything but a pretty little baby girl" she laughed. Lesley rang Bernard, she asked him how he was getting along with his latest project, she told him she required it for Friday if that was possible. Bernard had promised he would do his best. Friday saw my face made up to perfection, my white ribbon tied prettily in my ringlets and dressed in my baby finery. Two thick nappies to emphasis my baby state and a pair of white silk mittens that Jennifer had bought for me, they were tied on my wrists with delicate white baby ribbon. I also had a set of pink baby reins buckled on to my chest, one of the neighbours had found them in their loft. They were of the old fashioned style with little bells on the front that rang every time I moved. I had to crawl around the house with Lesley holding the leading rein, I was an adult baby puppet on her string. I was sat in my highchair when Bernard came, Mrs Franklin was feeding me a bottle of babies milk which had a strong laxative powder mixed in. "This will ensure baby poo's his nappy in front of everyone at the squash club" she laughed making sure I drank the very last drop. Bernard took them outside to view his handywork. I knew by the cheer that I wouldn't enjoy whatever he'd made. Mrs Franklin entered the house grinning from ear to ear, a huge black pram followed, pushed by Lesley. I watched in horror as Bernard demonstrated his alterations to the baby carriage. He unlocked a panel at the handle end of the pram and slid it out, the panel had two half circles cut into it like the ankle stocks that trapped my legs in the high chair. "His legs fit in this black shopping bag, ma'am, so no one can see them" he said. The large black shopping bag was attached to the body of the pram. "The panel slides back in place above his knees, these padlocks ensure he can't get out" he beamed with pride at his efforts. "Let's try it out then" Lesley couldn't wait to see me in it. Mrs Franklin released me from the highchair, Bernard held the pram steady and I treated them to a display of my heavily nappied, very frilly behind as I clambered into the pram. Lesley guided my feet into the bag and made sure my legs were positioned properly in the half circle pram stocks. She slid the panel onto position and padlocked it into place. Bernard was correct I was trapped. They laughed at my crest fallen face as I gurgled baby noises. Mrs Franklin attached my reins to the body of the pram "So baby doesn't fall out" she laughed. There was absolutely no chance of me escaping from the pram. Lesley could wheel me any where she liked and just like a baby I was helpless to stop her. She confirmed my worst fears "I'll take him to mothercare tomorrow, and then to the park with all the other babies" she howled. Mrs Franklin suggested taking me to school one day to meet Jennifer at home time, Lesley loved the idea. I burst out crying, as I realised I was now completely at their mercy, and knew I would get none. They all laughed at the babified man sitting so sweetly in his pram. Bernard was paid and Lesley asked if it was possible to construct a baby walker for me. "No problem ma'am" he said leaving the laughing females to look after baby. As he left Jennifer walked in, it seemed our house was open to all these days. How she laughed at me in the pram and when her mother told her that she would be wheeling me round to her 6th form class in school on Monday she jumped up and down with excitement. I was left in the pram for the rest of the day, Lesley had no intentions of changing my nappies before we got to the squash club, she wanted everyone to see that I used my nappy just like a real baby would. Lesley asked Jennifer to baby-sit me whilst she got ready for the fancy dress party she didn't want babykins getting up to mischief, such as trying to escape from his pram. As if I could Bernard had excelled himself once again I was well and truely trapped. The only way to escape from the pram would be to undo the padlocks which were frustratingly out of reach on the kitchen table. As the time got nearer to going to the squash club I was having grave mis- givings with regards to my situation. How had I allowed myself to be put in this situation, I was sat in a pram, I was wearing nappies, I was dressed as a baby girl, I even had a ribbon in my ringleted hair. What little was left of my male pride was fighting back, urging me to rebel, I was a man not a baby girl for goodness sake. The realisation that Lesley was actually going to take me out in the pram dressed as I was and humiliate me in front of all my friends was becoming clearer by the minute. My male spirit was fighting valiantly against my submissiveness, but it was too late, I was trapped in the pram, there would be no reprieve for me. I was going out in my baby clothes and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop them. Lesley breezed into the kitchen, she looked absolutely fabulous, she was dressed as a sexy nurse. Her nurses uniform was so short her stockings and suspenders were on display. "What do you think Jenny" she twirled to show herself off. "You look great" she said, "You'll knock them dead, there isn't a man alive that wouldn't get turned on by you in that outfit". They both looked at me and burst out laughing "Well maybe one" They said together. "Doesn't babies mummy look super-duper" Jennifer cooeed. "Ga ga goo goo goo ga" I gurgled. I nearly died with shame as the young girl raised my skirts and plunged her hand into my nappy and felt my limp penis, she squeezed it gently and rubbed it,her soft fingers grasping my shaft between finger and thumb ,I quickly became erect as she looked at me ,humiliating me as she announced "awww baby has a ickle hard-on now poor baby ,its soooo tiny much too small to give any pleasure to me or any other woman". "It really is a tiny little baby dick isn't baby girl" Jenifer began giggling, stifling a laugh as she placed a hand to her mouth. She adjusted my nappy and frilly knickers patting them softly as my tiny member ached in its soft nappied prison. "No, not even the slightest signs of being turned on" she laughed, "but then again he is a baby". Jennifer said good-bye offering to take me out in the pram tomorrow as school had finished for the week, Lesley confirmed that she could. "Aunty Jen-Jen see her big baby tomowow, baby go walkies to the park" she cooeed. "Well, David, what a state you are in, all dressed up in your baby clothes in your pram ready to go out and meet all your friends who will laugh and laugh at you. You do realise you will never be able to show your face again to them, they will never think of you as a man ever again, this is the beginning of permanent babyhood for you." she said ominously. "Bill is moving in with me, he will be the man of the house, you will be our baby girl, I've already written your letter of resignation, I'll take you in your pram on Monday to give it in, I'm sure all the girls at the office will want to see what a pretty baby you make." "Dont bother to kick up a fuss either ,Bill has my permission to put you across his knee for a spanking when ever I feel its deserved...I expect that excites you though doesn't it eh Having him place you over his knee lifting up your frilly pink dresses and pulling down your frilly baby knickers and nappy and spanking you across your bottom with his large hands...will your cry eh baby girl" ? I listened in absolute horror as my sexy wife laughed and spoke those words in a mock baby tone. "Who knows, David, maybe one day Bill and I could get married, just think you could be our little baby bridesmaid" she giggled at the thought of it "and if your very lucky we may even adopt you officially and you will be our baby girl forever" " But I am your husband" I blurted out. "Don't be silly" she scoffed "how many husbands do you know that wear nappies and baby clothes, and play with dollies while their wife is making love to another man in front of them" She held up the keys to the pram "I bet you would like these" she teased "but we won't be needing these tonight" she laughed throwing them into a drawer and closing it. I burst into tears. "Its a good job your make-up is water proof" she laughed applying her lip- stick, "you seem to be crying all the time these days. But just to make sure that your tears don't ruin your pretty make-up I am going to make you an appointment to have it tattooed on, then it will be permanent and you can cry all you want baby" she sniggered "and that is a promise" Lesley took something out of her handbag and approached me ominously, I shivered in fear. "I thought I told you to talk like an a baby when I first put you into your nappies David" she sneered, "it seems that you cannot accept even the simplest of instructions, I never want to hear your male voice ever again, and once I have injected this serum into your throat David I never will" Lesley held up a hyperdemic needle full of a clear liquid. "Please don't inject me with that Lesley" I whimpered as she swabbed my neck with a chemical smelling ball of cotton wool "I promise I will never talk like an adult in front of you ever again" "You can't keep your promises David, can you?" she scowled "but I can, and I promised you that if you spoke like an adult while you were in baby clothes you would be sorry. As you know David I always keep my promises and I promise you now that you will never be able to talk anything other than baby talk ever again" I squealed in horror as she pushed the sharp thin needle against my throat. "No....No...Please.....No......Lesl....goo ga goo-goo ga ga goo-goo" my words turned to baby gurgles as my throat and voice box froze. Lesley threw her head back and laughed loudly as I continued to babble like a baby. "It is no use David, you cannot talk any more, and guess what? she howled "the effect is both permanent and irreversible" Bill arrived shortly after and nearly had a fit of hysterics when he saw me in the pram and listened to my baby talk. He was dressed as an American navy pilot, white uniform jacket, black trousers and white peaked hat. He looked so handsome. He could not keep his hands off Lesley, and they made love there and then against the kitchen door. When they recovered their composure, and re-adjusted their clothes I was given my rattle and my dolly and a white woolen baby shawl was put over my puff sleeved shoulders. "Come on babykins lets go and show all your friends just what a big baby you have become" Lesley laughed and pushed the pram forwards. I looked down at myself, my pretty dress, my frilly nappied bottom, sitting in a pram, being taken to be shown off and laughed at by all my friends. "Lesley no please don't do this" I wailed "Goo-goo ga-ga goo-goo-goo gaga" actually spilled from my lips. "Oh dear,our baby is having a tantrum, I'll have to give her a smacked bottom when we get to the squash club" Bill laughed. The pram lurched forward, Lesley locked the house door, we were outside, my journey to permanent babyhood had began, Lesley leant forward and stuck my dummy into my mouth and pushed Jemima into my arms. "Suck on your dummy babykins and hug your dolly, you are going to the squash club to be introduced to all your friends as our little baby girl" Lesley laughed My fate was sealed, there was no use fighting it, I was their big baby girl now and would be for the rest of my life, they could see the resignation in my tears stained eyes how they laughed as they pushed me onwards to permanent adult babyhood. The End

I don't know if its shrunk or just hidden under all the fat. I weigh 300lbs so even when erect I'm still small. I can get inside but not very far. It's hard to finish during sometimes so my wife has to finish me off after whenever that happens.

I pee my pants that’s why I need to wear a diaper ???

i’m nude except for my pullup, squatting submissively in front of my Dom Husband. Even socks off ?

No, she doesn't no one does, I watch my diet and sometimes don't eat and drink a minimal amount of liquids so I pass off as having normal control, that being said, when I know I have time to myself, I typically have a normal appetite and drink liquids with much less restraint.

@DipGuy365 your idea sounds like a sound one in theory: you end up having a couple accidents, and your girlfriend becomes concerned with what Happens. This could end up with you going into a doctor, and having a complete work up to see if there’s anything medically wrong with you, and that could backfire if you were trying to wear diapers 24 seven with your girlfriends blessing. Of course, the doctor may end up trying to “treat” your bed wetting, when in actuality there’s nothing for you to be treated for. This could land you in a lot of hot water. what I would do is be totally honest with your girlfriend. The first thing that you don’t want to do is to have a relationship with someone that you care/love/adore, and then start telling her lies. You may “get away with it” the first few times that you do it, because she believes your lie You may “get away with it” the first few times that you do it, because she believes your lie, and is still concerned. If you start lying to her and not telling her the truth, every time something happens like this, where you’re wetting The bed, the lie is compounded every time you end up wetting the bed, and you end up having to cover up a lie after lie after lie, until she finally finds out somehow that you weren’t telling her the truth, or being totally honest. being honest is always the best thing that can happen: if your girlfriend is accepting of your situation, then being honest about it in the first place is a good start. That way, she knows that you have diapers, she knows that you wear diapers, and she knows why you are wearing diapers. That way there’s nothing to hide from her, and there’s nothing to be deceitful about because you’re upfront and honest from the start. Let’s put this another way: you go to a doctors office and you have him do a whole bunch of test costing you thousands of dollars, just to see if there is a problem that can be medically treated. They go through all these tests and have you fit the bill of $1000. Since there is nothing the doctor finds, you just wasted $1000, and lied to your girlfriend which is not a good idea. When I go to the doctor, I always level with him and tell him exactly what is going on, because that way he has a better idea of what I am dealing with, so that he can find the best way to treat anything that he finds wrong with me. If I were to go in there, and tell the doctor a lie, then his analysis may be clouded because I am telling him something that is not true. It is always been my policy to be honest with my doctor from the start, and I would hate to see you have your girlfriend be concerned about your bedwetting and then send you to the doctor, and have this happened to you. in my case, I am incontinent anyway. Just last night I ended up having to change my diaper at least six times. This can be a little bit of a pain, but when I have fecal urgency and fecal incontinence, sometimes it just happens and I have no control. Sometimes I can’t hold it, so I have made the decision to use diapers to cover that problem, And help me deal with other issues that surround my incontinence, my feelings, etc. because they’ve been there since I was eight years old. Wearing diapers takes care of those feelings as well as incontinence. @Little Sherrihas had issues as well, and the story is very believable. Because he was upfront and honest with his wife, she has a better understanding of what is going on, even though she may not participate in wearing diapers, or whatever. Technically, wearing a diaper is no different than wearing a regular pair of underwear, it’s just the type of underwear that you’re wearing. Some people may be turned on by the fact that someone wears a diaper, is involved in the lifestyle, and wants to participate in it, while others may not be turned on at all, and may be repulsed by it. If she excepts you wearing diapers around the house, that’s a good thing, but I certainly would not want to start wetting the bed just to see if your girlfriend would allow you to wear diapers all the time. I would tell her straight up that that’s what you’d like to do, and then as little Sherry says you and her should decide together what she will allow, what you need, and what she will not allow. Once those ground rules are in place, you will probably have a better shot of getting what you’re looking for rather than to lie to your significant other, which may end up causing you to lose her. Maybe you will be lucky, and maybe she will allow you to wear diapers around the house, or to indulge in the lifestyle to a certain degree. She does not have to be in your changes or anything like this, but if she is aware of what is going on, a wet diaper is not going to be something that she is going to worry about, but she may end up worrying about you if you take the first route and start wetting the bed so that you wear diapers. Tell her the truth from the start, and let her know what it is that you want to do – she may not be involved in it but be accepting of it, or she may end up not accepting it, and it might be a dealbreaker: but I would always tell the truth that way you will not have to worry about that on your conscience. Good Luck! I know this is not going to be easy for you, but honesty is always the best policy. at least you have one component of the puzzle already locked in place. She is accepting of your situation, and you’re wearing of diapers. However, being honest may end up allowing you and her to get to the point where she is supportive of you and encouraging you as time progresses. Since you have been together for eight years, and you say that you probably will not lose your girlfriend, that is a good thing, but you probably want to move to the supportive and encouraging stage, and I believe this will take Time, and maybe a few more discussions. Whether she indulges in your fantasies or not, that is something that you guys will have to decide, but I have seen many situations where the best policy is to tell the truth and maintain integrity all the way around, so that you don’t end up having to stack up lie after a lie to try to cover what your real motive is, which is to wear diapers as much as possible. Love is a powerful thing, and I am sure that if you work together, and have those discussions setting guidelines and ground rules, she will be more receptive and possibly more supportive of your need. In my case, I need diapers because of incontinence, but it also helps me deal with the feelings that I have been dealing with since I was eight years old. I know no longer have to feel guilty or ashamed because I am wearing a diaper because of incontinence, and the second thing that it helps me with is the feelings and the urges: right now I have a diaper on, and I am comfortable. And because I do not have to hide it, I just indulge. Of course, if I am away from home, I don’t indulge in this stuff while staying elsewhere. If you have had the feelings that you have had, meaning that you may like to wear diapers, these feelings Most likely have been with eating you since you were born, or since you were potty trained. You can try to repress them or hide them, but in all actuality those feelings will always be there, and they always pop up. It may be something that you look at, it may be something that you smell, it might be something that you remember doing as a baby: all of these actions could set that feeling off, and the only way to deal with the feeling like that is too indulge it, because let me tell you a feeling like that is going to be so strong that you were going to be forced to deal with it. It is my hope that you and your girlfriend will be able to work through this situation and other situations, and that you become stronger because you guys are being honest straightforward and telling it like it is. If she is already aware of your diapers, and accepting of wearing diapers around her sometimes, then having you wear diapers more often it’s easier to achieve if you were honest and not lying. Good luck! Brian

I understand what you're going for, @DipGuy365, and I can see why this would be an appealing route. While not identical to my approach to wearing 24/7 with my wife, philosophically, your idea is similar to the one I had. I translated a couple of "legitimate" bedwetting incidents, and a history of being a bedwetter as a kid, into openly wearing diapers to bed, which I then stretched out to the point where I was (and am) openly wearing diapers all the time. I got very lucky in that my wife seems to have accepted this weirdness on my part, but, I don't know that how my story has played out would be a "typical" outcome for most people. Her and I had, at that point, been married for almost two decades, we had kids, a business... there are a lot of ties binding us. I could have ended up living in my car over this... I got lucky. My caveat would be that leaning into a medical explanation makes reversing course difficult. If your girlfriend gets completely turned off by the bedwetting and decides that maybe it's too much baggage for her, you might have to summon a miracle cure to save the situation. Also, depending on how serious you are about your future with this person, you might not want to establish a precedent for being misleading on very important topics, such as your health and medical history. I chickened out on being completely upfront with my wife initially, however, since then, I haven't expanded on, or even mentioned the medical angle to this, and we seem to have arrived at a kind of "don't ask, don't tell" policy about my wandering around at all hours in baby's underwear. (Although I'm seeing a urologist for an unrelated issue in a couple of months, and she did once muse about what they'd have to say when I show up in a diaper.) You might get lucky, and it plays out exactly as you envision - she gets used to you wearing diapers, it becomes a normal part of life, and you get to wear them into the foreseeable future with minimal resistance. Or, this could be a deal-breaker for her, in which case, you would need to decide how important wearing diapers is to you, versus your relationship with her. If the diapers need to take a backseat, then, you've put yourself in a more difficult position, pretending you HAVE to wear them, than if you were able to say "Okay, I can meet you half way, I'll wear them sometimes, or I'll only sleep in them when you're not here", or whatever the compromise ends up being. You can't negotiate with incontinence.

not half as persuasive as my stubbornness, its one of my most important rules, if or when i get a heart attack and a nurse in admission would say "we need to do a body check"(its standard, i understand that, i also dont care) id say "umm no, just put patient refused body check" , neck to knees, no one touches, no one sees.

It's an idea but there is something else destined for our Danny ?

Hi thanks for all the replies. I'm incon so wear all the time. I do air out and shower daily. I wear tena ultima as my go to nappy and megamax at night. It is a fungal infection according to the Dr. It just seemed to take over very fast. The prescription cream is a 3 in 1 fungal/bacterial and steroid. Also strong anti histomines to help calm the itch (that become to sore to itch) Its calmed down lots in the last 48 hours but I've got plenty of cream left so will continue to use it. I always use a barrier cream and change often. I know the airing out (currently sat here on a pad doing just that) maybe it just got me down a little it seems to be a constant reoccurring issue. Thanks for all your help

WBxx, I’ve had similar dreams many times.

Mine’s a play on words. Ipmapants is just “I pee my pants”. And the reason I chose this super unique, super complex, and coded name is because, well, I pee my pants ?

usually the same babydoll or other clothes I am already in, since my dressed and skirts are the same lenght as my babydolls

@Little Sherri If I remember correctly Mikey said that sometimes when he gets a bad rash when he does, he uses Lotrimin AF, which is athletes foot spray for jock itch. This stuff can really do number on Fungus, but it itches like hell for a few days. It is always a good idea to be able to air out when you take a shower, so that you can see before you put a diaper or anything else on if you have any rashes, or places were skin may break down. Skin breakdown can be detected when you feel your skin and it feels really sensitive red and sometimes it can smell. You can also see red blotches, and skin may be easily falling off of an area that is dealing with skin breakdown. This is why it is very important to use barrier cream when you were wearing diapers. You have to put back all of the moisturization and protection in your skin that is stripped away when you are urinating in a diaper. and I have always said that the best way to take care of a situation when you’re dealing with diapers is that you have the best diaper that you can possibly get. I’ve stated it many times before that companies that sell diapers do not want us to have the best available, because it cost them a lot more to cover. I would rather see people that have what they need, and have a little bit more than they need so that they don’t have to deal with really bad rashes. I can tell you from experience that rashes are no fun and ammonia is very very bad. Remember that your body has a certain pH level, and urine has a particular pH as well. If you end up smelling your urine and it smells real bad it probably means that you have had a diaper on way too long, you have a lot of liquid in your body that you’re trying to release, you were sick, or something else is going on. Diapers can have strong smells depending on what you are digesting and what you are eliminating. This is why it is important that when you are wearing diapers that you are taking care of any rashes and that you are airing out – if you do not do this then you will probably end up exactly where a little Sherry did colon in the emergency room and in agony. where did I learn this from: that’s an easy answer! why @Evelyn Dellcerro of course! She also taught me that while people who will use powder when they are changing, she does not use powder very much if at all. What can happen is that if you use your topical creams to form the barrier, and then you sprinkle baby powder all over yourself and rub that in, the oil/barrier cream and the powder get all over your hands. If you were changing your own diapers what will happen is you will grab the tapes and try to pull them free to be able to attach the diaper, and because your hands are full of this concoction, it gets on the tapes and makes them useless! She says that it is not always necessary To use powders, but I do every once in a while. If you overdo it with the powders, what can happen is everything will be OK until you release. If you are urinating in the diaper, what will happen is there anything that is released that makes contact with powder will cake up and cause a whole bunch of mess and then all you have is something that looks like the consistency of white wall board and wallpaper paste. All of The information that is listed here is great information, and will help you should you need any further information. If Evelyn sees this one, maybe she will end up responding as well! good luck stay dry and comfortable! Brian

All of the above is good advice. Urine contains nitrogen compounds that get converted to ammonia by bacterial action, and ammonia is very irritating to your skin - it strips away the protective oils that allow your skin to act as a barrier. So, more frequent nappy changes and showering off at least once a day will help, and a good barrier cream is a must. I've had a couple of really bad nappy rashes in my day, including one that I had to go to the ER for, so I know your pain. Now, I stay on top of it, so it never gets that bad. A couple of other points are: 1) The quality of the diapers you wear can definitely make a difference. Good ones contain products that halt the bacterial creation of ammonia for a long time. If you have a diaper on for a few hours and it starts smelling like ammonia, it's probably not a great diaper in this regard. The really good ones can still smell fresh 10 or 12 hours after you put them on. 2) That being said, once you mess, that massive influx of bacteria and organic matter will overwhelm the inhibitive properties of even the best products. Once you've scorched the earth, the countdown has started, and you should change relatively quickly. 3) I've found that the worst diaper rashes are generally kept going by fungal elements, rather than bacteria. Antibiotic ointments don't seem to do much, and while steroidal creams like cortisone can calm down the inflammation, if you've had a bad diaper rash going for more than a couple of days, and no amount of barrier cream or washing seems to be helping, then you need to get your hands on an anti-fungal cream or spray, of the type used for athlete's foot, yeast infections and ring worm. Follow the instructions to the letter: if it says keep using it for two weeks, use it for two weeks, even if the rash has subsided after three days. Doing that has rid me of some painful diaper rashes, and given me months of rash-free comfort.

After i shower in the morning i will air out for at least an hour using a chair pad while doing so. then use a good cream ( i use sudocreme ) all over the crotch, bum and any where else the nappy will be in contact, then powder. If you mess at any time then wash with soap and water and repeat process. Using this method i have never had any rashes. Hope it heals well for you wetste. Maly.

My #1 complaint would be diaper rash, when I get it. Fortunately, it doesn't happen very often, because I try to be proactive about avoiding it, but when it does, it can literally and figuratively be a pain in the ass. Second to that would be a complaint that isn't really caused by this lifestyle, but that has consequences related to it: the pandemic has created nearly perfect conditions for me to live out my diapered dreams... I work from home almost every day, and as often as not, I might spend a good part of the day in just a diaper and a t-shirt. However, the pandemic has also heavily curtailed gym access for the past couple of years, and as a result of that, I've gained some weight. Thus, some of the oversized pants and shorts that I bought, for the purposes of camouflaging the fact that I wear diapers, have become "correct-sized" pants and shorts, leaving me vaguely self-conscious about the possibility that under certain conditions, my diaper might be more noticeable than it used to be. I either need to up-size my clothes, which I am loath to do, or, when I do start travelling more for work again, I will have to go back to wearing slimmer diapers during the day, which I am also loath to do, having become used to wearing larger plastic diapers most of the time. The solution is to go back to the gym, but, I'll have to buy new, larger gym clothes, if I want to have a hope of wearing a diaper there, and it not being noticed. Or, I guess I could change gyms, and become "diaper guy" at the new gym, and just wear what I wear, come what may. I couldn't do that at my current gym because I know too many people there.

Is he going all the way back. Maybe his Mom wants him back so she can cuddly him and baby him again with all the trimmings baths, diaper changes, feeding and nursing him. ?

when i gave a shit about losing a little weight years ago(maybe a decade ago), one thing i did that seemed to help, is changing the way i snacked, normally i can go through a whole can of pringles in one sitting, i changed that to just a couple of pringles chips for the taste, snack to taste, not to kill time or fill up, a lot of people snack so much that it might as well be a small meal. another trick that might that i pulled off an episode of diagnosis murder, when he said he was a smoker, he said he started only smoking half of the cigarette and throwing the rest away, you might try doing something like that with your sugary drink(hypocritically i suggest that, my fountain drinks are the only high point of my day)

Ashley's profile since she first posted pictures of herself in diapers online had skyrocketed. She was now becoming one of the most recognisable faces in America and everybody wanted a piece. With an appearance on a daytime talk show Ashley gets her first taste of exposure before a television audience. --- If you like this story and would like to help me pay my bills please consider subscribing to my Patreon. I post an update every 4-5 days and have 38 stories there that are EXCLUSIVE for my patrons! https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- --- Ashley --- “Oh God, I’m so nervous…” Ashley was pacing around her dressing room in just her bra and panties. “Baby, you’re going to be great.” Nick smiled as he stood up and put his hands on Ashley’s hips, “You’re going to do great.” “But I haven’t even read the book I’m supposed to have written!” Ashley shook her head and bit her bottom lip, “What if I get stuff wrong, what if I freeze up, what if-” “What if everything goes great?” Nick asked reassuringly, “What if the nation falls even more in love with you than they are already? You were made for this. You read the notes, right? Stick to the talking points and it will go great.” “It just feels so dishonest.” Ashley sighed, “I didn’t write these books and yet my name and face are on them. I love the lifestyle, don’t get me wrong, but all these books, the viral videos, the merchandise… It’s a little overwhelming.” Ashley turned away from her boyfriend and looked into the mirror. The harsh light of the naked bulbs surrounding the glass amplified any and every imperfection. As Ashley looked at herself she wondered if she was really cut out for this, she had always wanted the attention and fame but now she had it she wondered if she wouldn’t be happier running away. “Can’t we just go home?” Ashley turned to Nick. After a moment she smiled shyly, “Daddy, maybe I could have my special baba?” “Maybe later.” Nick said. He brushed away the attempted distraction with a toothy smile, “Let me help you get ready.” Ashley swallowed nervously as she stood by and watched Nick pull a diaper out of the changing bag they kept with them these days. When Nick nodded towards the changing table they had specially set up for Ashley she reluctantly walked over. She pulled off her panties and bra leaving her completely naked. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” Nick said as he placed a hand on Ashley’s butt, “Have I ever told you that?” “You might’ve mentioned it once or twice.” Ashley giggled despite her concerns. Ashley laid back on the padded table and lifted her ass in the air. When she lowered it back down she felt the soft padding wrapping around her hips. She sighed and snuggled into the padding, she felt a little calmer already. She might not have written the book she was here to promote but she would’ve endorsed it every day of the week. This was a pretty awesome feeling. “You’re due on in five minutes, Miss. Hurst.” A sudden knock at the door preceded these words. A production assistant not so subtly telling Ashley to hurry it up. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Ashley muttered as she covered her face. “You’re going to do great.” Nick said again, “Look, if you’re a big brave girl today we’ll stop for ice cream on the way home.” “That’s not fair!” Ashley visibly pouted and hit her hands against the padded table, “You know I can’t resist ice cream!” Nick simply chuckled as he pulled the front of the diaper up between Ashley’s legs and taped it tightly closed. His hand lingered on the smooth plastic for a few seconds, it pressed against the padding before finally withdrawing. Ashley sat up with loud crinkles and swung her legs over the side of the table. Her boyfriend was already getting her outfit ready, she could never imagine appearing in front of a national audience whilst dressed in what Nick was now holding until a little time ago. “This was a good choice.” Nick said as he held the clothing up, “One of your cutest outfits.” Ashley had indeed spent a lot time wondering about what she should wear. It had taken a lot of convincing to get her to dress as her little self and after that it was a choice between all of her many outfits. In the end she had decided on a pair of pink footed-pyjamas that had a white space on the chest, “Baby Girl” was stencilled on the space in blocky pink stitching. Ashley stepped into the outfit and felt Nick zipping it up behind her. There was no changing out of it now unless she could find someone to help her. Nick stepped round to her front with a big smile on his face. He clipped the pacifier to her all-in-one and then stepped back, after an appraising look he moved his hand up and gave his girlfriend the “OK” signal. “OK, I can do this…” Ashley was practically bouncing up and down with nerves, “Can I do this?” “You can do this.” Nick pulled his nervous girlfriend into a hug and gave her a kiss. There was another knock on the door. This knock was a lot more urgent. “We need you ready to go!” The production assistant called through. Ashley took a couple of deep breaths as Nick pulled away from her. She gave Nick a final kiss and then walked to the dressing room door. When she threw the door open the assistant with her clipboard and headset seemed taken aback. Ashley smiled as her cheeks turned red, the assistant looked her up and down for a few moments before waving for her to follow. “Break a leg, baby!” Nick called to his girlfriend. Ashley walked through the narrow corridors whilst following the short assistant. She was already blushing as she saw multiple staff members double take as she walked past. With only her footed-pyjamas covering her diaper the crinkling was very loud. She had to keep reminding herself that everyone knew who she was anyway, this shouldn’t be as embarrassing as it felt. It was the first time she had dressed up like this around people other than her boyfriend or her followers on social media. “Ashley!” A young woman suddenly opened a door a little bit behind Ashley and called out her name, “Ashley Hurst!” “Yes?” Ashley turned around to the source of the voice. “Oh my God!” The young person moved their bag around to their front and unzipped it, “I can’t believe it! You’re, like, my idol!” “Oh…” Ashley flushed with embarrassment. She wasn’t used to this aspect of fame at all. Having people telling her they look up to her, it felt so strange, she didn’t feel like she deserved it. “You’re probably really busy and everything but do you think you could sign this?” The woman produced a copy of the very book Ashley was there to promote. “I guess? I mean, sure!” Ashley took the book and the pen offered by the nervous young woman. It was the first autograph she had ever signed. Up to now, despite the explosive growth of her influencer career, she hadn’t spent a lot of time out and about. There hadn’t been a lot of time to be recognised. “Emma. My name’s Emma.” The young woman said as she looked down at the cover now adorned with Ashley’s signature. “This is like my bible!” Emma said as she took the book back, “I’m trying to do everything you say!” “I’m gla-” Ashley started. “Miss. Hurst, you’re needed right now!” The production assistant was practically pulling Ashley by the sleeve. Ashley stumbled along behind the hassled employee. She looked over her shoulder and awkwardly waved to the star struck Emma who looked down at the signature with awe. Ashley was pulled around the corner and she suddenly heard an audience laugh and then clap. There was a black curtain right in front of her. She was stopped just before it and an older woman with a table full of make-up stood in front of her to do some last second touch ups. Ashley felt like she was spinning with everything that was happening. She didn’t hear what Justin Gosling was saying but she recognised that her name was said. The make-up woman suddenly stepped aside and Ashley was practically pushed through the curtain. It was like stepping into another world. Beyond the curtain was an explosion of light and noise. The crowd had been muted before but now there was applause and cheering so loud it drowned out the incidental music that was coming through the speakers. The lights, particularly the spotlight, made Ashley want to shield her eyes. She felt disorientated. The set looked a lot smaller in person than it did on television. Ashley turned towards the desk where the renowned Justin Gosling stood applauding and smiling at her. On the big screens that adorned the walls behind the desk Ashley saw “her” new book. She walked across the carpeted floor and shook Justin’s hand. She was left surprised when he leaned forwards and kissed her on each cheek. “Miss. Ashley Hurst!” Justin called out over the crowd excitement. Ashley sat down and bashfully looked up to see the audience still going wild for her. They were on their feet and applauding. She was grateful but she didn’t understand why she was getting such a reaction. She hadn’t cured cancer or broken some athletic record, she was just the supposed author of an alternative lifestyle book. After the crowd had settled down and the interview could begin Ashley found her anxiety had all been for naught. The questions were all very soft indeed, she wouldn’t have even needed to read the cheat sheet her manager had sent her for most of it. That was, at least, until the last question. “This is all fascinating stuff and I’m sure many of our viewers have already started practicing your lifestyle.” Justin Gosling was almost leering over the desk now, “But do you have any response to the critics who have lambasted the book as dangerous?” “Dangerous?” Ashley asked. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She hadn’t factored the heat of the lights when choosing her outfit and she could feel herself sweating. It felt like the mood in the studio had suddenly changed. “Yes. Encouraging parents to delay or even cancel the potty training of their children, the concerns over development, the lack of scientific evidence and the questions over why the government are spending so much of the budget on it, telling people to void their bladder or bowels wherever and whenever. You know, concerns.” Justin spoke with a seriousness that had been entirely absent during the rest of the interview. He stared at Ashley as he finished talking. Ashley’s mouth was left hanging open. She looked away from Justin and at the now silent crowd. The lights seemed to burn brighter and all of a sudden every cough or whisper from someone in the audience felt deafening. The sudden grilling had come out of nowhere and Ashley was left gasping like a fish unexpectedly pulled out of the sea. She had no answers to any of these concerns. She had been completely oblivious to any critics because she had spent so much time exploring and enjoying her new lifestyles, both in diapers and the uptick of her career. Faced with such an internal crisis Ashley felt like she had to double down. She was now so entwined with the Stress Free campaign that she felt it was a part of her. A criticism of the campaign was a criticism of her and something she enjoyed a lot professionally and personally. She was surprised to find anger filling the hole confusion had left. Who were these critics who wanted to deny her the thing she had so desperately wanted? “I believe in this campaign.” Ashley finally said, “These critics are stuck in the past, afraid of the changes that are coming. There are millions of people out there right now exploring and enjoying a Stress Free lifestyle. Why would these naysayers want to deny them that happiness? I have never been happier than I am right now and I urge everyone out there to give the lifestyle a chance. I should think the people needing a reduction in stress most of all are those very people you are talking about, Justin. I have just the thing to help them…” The tension was broken as the audience applauded and laughed at the jibe. Ashley played wriggled her padded butt back and forth. Ashley looked out at the crowd and saw the adoration, the people that were here because of her. She now realised that there was a battle going on and she needed to be on the frontlines fighting to defend her new lifestyle. She bristled with self-righteousness as the crowd calmed down. “Now usually we invite our guests to stay on the couch.” Justin finally said when the crowd noise had died down, “But I think we have something that might be more appropriate for you…” Justin stood as he gestured to an area on the other side of the stage. A section of the wall along with the floor in front of it started to rotate. The area had been clear of anything but now as the floor spun Ashley could see a playpen set up with a whole bunch of toys. She bit her bottom lip and blushed as the crowd applauded again. “Ladies and gentlemen, Ashley Hurst!” There was another standing ovation as Ashley stood up. Ashley bowed and smiled with a confidence that had been absent from her just minutes ago. She walked across the stage and stepped into the playpen. She flopped down on to her butt as the presenter sent the show off to a commercial break. Ashley saw members of the audience whispering to each other as she picked up a doll and stroked it’s hair. “Hey, I’m sorry for the ambush.” Justin had jogged across the stage to her, “My producers told me to ask you that question for impartiality or something. Figures, the news can be as biased as it wants but I have to remain impartial.” “It’s fine.” Ashley replied. In her view it was more than fine, the question had somehow awoken a passion in her that she didn’t even realise she had. Justin Gosling smiled and gave her a little nod before hurrying back to his desk. As Ashley watched him she felt a rumble in her tummy that could only signal one thing. She swallowed and tried to ignore the growing feeling of pressure as the crowd applauded and the show came back from break. Justin Gosling was standing behind his desk again with his trademark fake smile. Even as she clenched she remembered the advice in her own book telling people just to let go, it was easier said than done especially when she had never messed herself before. “Next up we have a young woman fresh off filming what is sure to be the year’s hottest blockbuster, The Culling. Ladies and gentlemen please put your hands together for Joan Dembele!” Justin Gosling gestured to the entrance of the stage. Joan came out and waved at the crowd. When she turned to face Ashley she put her hands over her chest and clearly mouthed “bless her heart” as if there were an actual cute baby playing on the side of the stage. Ashley smiled bashfully as she walked over to the couch to start the interview. It was halfway through a rather inane interview that Ashley felt the cramps in her bowels reaching a point beyond discomfort and into pain. She winced as she put her hand over her belly. Her face was growing red from the realisation that she desperately needed the bathroom. She didn’t feel able just to run off the stage in the middle of the show, especially after what Justin told her was in her book. A book advocating for using your diaper as soon as you needed had Ashley’s face on, she had just defended that book, if she was seen leaving for the bathroom now she would anger a lot of people and de-legitimise something she had only just found a distinct passion for. Ashley tried to get up on to her knees quietly and without attracting the attention of the crowd. She sank back until she felt the bottom of her padded butt hovering just above her legs. She was trying to be quiet and unnoticed but she could see people already looking her way, some had never looked away. She had never done this before, it was a hell of a place to have her first messy diaper. Ashley tried to keep her face completely emotionless as she held her breath. She pushed down and immediately felt the pressure increase in her bowels. Kneeling on the stage in her clothes as the studio audience increasingly looked her way and millions watched at home was the strangest experience. Ashley tensed up at the last second and wimped out. She paid for stopping the process by feeling a cramp rip through her that let her know she had come too far to stop now. “Oh God…” Ashley grunted as she squat down a little more on her heels. There was a murmuring in the crowd. Members of the audience were nudging each other and pointing, it seemed like more and more people were paying attention to Ashley in the playpen than the Hollywood star being interviewed. Ashley could see people watching her but she couldn’t stop now. She took a deep breath and pushed down yet again. The sound of a muffled fart was cushioned by the padding of the diaper. Ashley’s cheeks went red as she ignored the part of her brain telling her to stop. She felt a strain that seemed to hold her in place for a couple of seconds and then it felt like there was an explosion in her diaper. It felt like one second her diaper was completely clean and the next a significant portion of it was covered in sticky poo-poo. Ashley shuddered as she felt the warmth of her fresh poop spread over her skin. It was an incredibly strange sensation and yet not an unpleasant one. It felt very infantile to enjoy the strange tactile sensations. She sand backwards and felt the bottom of her diapered butt press against her heels. As she lowered herself further she felt herself sink into the mush, it spread and squelched against her skin. Little air bubbles tickled her and she felt it travelling up towards the small of her back. With her eyes closed she couldn’t help but smile as she moved her butt around and enjoyed what she felt. Wetting her diapers excited her and now she discovered pooping in them did exactly the same thing! “Well, folks, it seems Ashley needs some attention…” Justin Gosling’s voice suddenly broke Ashley out of her blissful ignorance of the world. Ashley’s eyes sprang open and she saw that everyone was looking at her. With a sinking feeling of horror she realised that even the television cameras were pointed her way. Millions of people had just watched her fill her diaper live on TV! “We need to go to commercials and when we come back we’ve got a quarterback on his way to the Superbowl and the lead singer of Damage Limitation. Stay tuned!” Justin said to the only camera still pointed his way. Ashley was frozen in shock but as the applause died down and the show cut to commercials she felt a need to leave. She looked around and then slowly climbed to her feet. The diaper between her legs felt so heavy now and she dashed towards the playpen gate. Each wide step caused the poop to act as a slippery lubricant on her skin. She unhooked the gate and then ran back behind the curtain. She was utterly mortified.

It was a good tight game that went down to the last few minutes! I'm a Bears fan and usually want the NFC team to win (unless it's the Packers), but I was hoping for a Bengal's win since it has been over 30 years since they won a super bowl and their record over the past few years has been dismal at best. At least after so many years with the Detroit Lions, the only team never to have played in a super bowl, Matthew Stafford finally got his super bowl ring!

Still crawling along. I know I've lost a little "size" but don't know the numbers still. Shirts fit a little better and I have a noticeable difference in reach (TMI: Easier to wipe) Mom is hanging onto the wagon , but she's back to drinking Cokes which is a big part of the problem. I'm still sticking to one sugary drink a day, my fruit punch I take my bedtime pills with.

Hi everyone! just wanted to send a quick update that the story will be continuing in a few weeks. I’ll also be starting a few new stories. The last three months I’ve been very busy and I have been in between homes as I renovate my new place. I should be settled in the next few weeks and will finally have time to write again. Appreciate the patience and looking forward to adding to this.

Curious to know what Danny gonna do when he discovers he drinking breastmilk and has now way of escape

If I am in a diaper I use the diaper for everything. I never hold when diapered.

Oh wow that’s awesome! It’s very encouraging to hear that

Samantha nodded as Mike dressed her in the skirt and blouse. She looked down to make sure her diaper wasn't peeking. Imelda sat up and yawned as Mike woke her up. She shrugged her shoulders as she was still too sleepy to know if she was wet or dry. She let Mike pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. April saw Brianna squirming. "Just let it go, Brianna. You're wearing a diaper. I'm not sure when Mike will come to wake us up. No one will say anything. I already wet." April said, squirming a bit.