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The Present(s) 8 - Awareness James had plenty to mull over while sucking his pacifier. He spent most of his enforced silence wondering where it all went wrong, maybe pinpointing the past moment where he made his mistake could get him out of this present predicament. There were Little doubts about it, James was in pretty Big danger. It was hard to break down the exact moment James first felt in trouble, since it emanated from the evening like the baby powder smell from his crotch. But where he went wrong? Yeesh. There were far too many times to count. There was the overly helpful doorman that helped cross the busy street, the Big couple staring daggers into his back as they passed him on the sidewalk, and the small scrap of paper with a date, place and time, and a dollar amount. The moment he reached too high for his Little station. Then he thought about that elevator. The one with all of the other Littles looking into the future, staring at the mirrored ceiling while holding hands. That's what bothered James the most, he ran it through his mind over and over again. As that present was now past, and this present was probably his future. He wondered if they’d be so complacent if they knew what was waiting for them on the 100th floor. Deep down inside, the Littles had to expect something bad. James did. Now he was here; in a diaper, a woefully gender neutral onesie, sucking a paci. Where did they end up? It was gut check time. Not just making sure he didn’t feel the need to go number two. He didn’t, thank goodness. James had to come to terms with some harsh realizations. There was probably no getting out of there, no getting to B34, maybe no getting back to his regular life. There would be only diapers. And more diapers. The escape plan he made with Jenny in the backstage hallway was just about as useful as his not-so-protective contracts and invisible army of lawyers. Little Amy had learned that lesson the hard way as a shadow puppet. But it wasn’t over… yet. Based on the unspoken law between Littles and Bigs: it doesn’t matter if you wear a diaper, it only matters if you use that diaper. That’s the ‘Game Over’. When she decided that it was long enough, Nanny Mamsy freed him from his pacifier. James still felt the slight push between his lips even though it was now gone, a long lasting phantom humiliation which made him repeatedly lick his lips. The good news was that the Bigs had finally given them breathing room, telling Kinsey and James to play with the already opened toys like the rocking horses. They said that if they were good, maybe they'd be able to open a few of the presents under the tree. The two Littles didn't argue with them. They were too busy trying to figure everything out, as it all moved too fast, too sudden to exercise free will. Kinsey managed to climb atop one of the horses, her huge bulky diaper a hindrance, requiring a few tries with over-the-saddle swing of the leg. The same could be said for James, who wasn't used to diapers, or the way it made him waddle when he walked, or the rustling sounds of disposable against thigh and plastic band against his tummy. Once on top, she motioned for him to join her on his waiting wooden stallion. He did. Then they both leaned in together, like a pair of conspiring Littles. "Waffles." Kinsey spoke first. "Absolute, freaking, waffles." James answered with the same harsh whisper. "You need to be more careful, James. You can't just throw a temper tantrum every time they want to put you in a diaper.” “What would you have me do? Just lay down and stick my thumb in my mouth?” Kinsey caught onto his insinuation. That she was ‘one of those Littles’. “If a Big wants you in a diaper, you’re going to end up in a diaper. I don’t make the rules here, I just play along until they let me out.” James said, “What if they never let you out? What then?” Kinsey didn’t like to think about that possibility because it frightened her. “If you become too much trouble, they'll get rid of you. There's a robo-nanny here, in the hallway we took to get to this private room." "Oh, I know all about the robo-nanny," James said, "I got to see it in action." Kinsey whispered, "Me, too." She glumly stared across the small party room at Jenny and the Amazons. James followed her gaze in silence. The Bigs were on the other side of the room, in their own huddle, or in their own argument from the sounds of their louder voices. The ones from the Raucier camp looked less than pleased about something, but he couldn't force himself to eavesdrop on them. Especially when Kinsey was right next to him. For the first time tonight, she let her guard down. And she looked like he felt: scared, absolutely terrified, shaking in her booties. He reminded himself that her Little act on the changing table was just that, an act. Now that she was out of the spotlight, her vulnerability became apparent. James felt compelled to make her feel better, despite the fact that she was Kinsey. Kinsey looked around to make sure none of the Bigs were close enough to listen. She mumbled, "What can we do to get out of this?" This was his time to reveal the plan to Kinsey. Time to be a hero. "It's not all lost," James excitedly whispered. "Jenny showed me a map, there is a back stairway that leads to a hidden service elevator. We just have to find a way to sneak off." He tried to brighten the atmosphere of doom and gloom with a quick smile, but it wasn't returned by Kinsey. "Jenny didn't show you on her screen, did she? You know, that tiny computer she carries around like her life depends on it." Kinsey raised her eyebrows to indicate that he should've already caught onto the Tweener's antics. So far he hadn't caught onto anything. "Yes, why?" "I think she's been mind controlling you with that screen,” Kinsey explained without pulling punches. “Remember back in the changing room, how you didn't want to sign the contract, and then she showed you the pictures of the party — And suddenly you were all about signing?" He thought back to that previous present moment. The endless conga line of Littles, the singer in the spotlight, none of those pictures were anything like he'd seen tonight. Like they were made up, like they were something that he wanted to see — Just like a map to a quick getaway. "There isn't a hidden service elevator, is there?" “James, you’re a sweetie, but you’re a stupid Gramcracker. Don’t believe anything they tell you. Betweeners like Jenny have to try extra hard to earn the respect of the Bigs. She needs gullible Littles like you to put in diapers to prove her worth." "I'm not gullible," James argued. "What about you? You're right here with me, and you looked at that screen, too!" “I dodged it, I saw it coming because I’m not a total newbie.” James asked, “How do you dodge a screen?” “Easy. You look at something else. It pays to know what you’re doing in dangerous situations like this, I tried to warn you.” “And somehow, you’re still in a diaper… like me,” he purveyed with a double dose of her typical sarcasm. Kinsey bit her lower lip and pulled on the pegs aside the neck of the rocking horse, letting her shifting weight and simple physics rock her back and forth. "This was supposed to be my last job," admitted Kinsey. James didn’t do much to hide his shock. It came off as kinda rude. "I thought you were supposed to be some famous model?" "All I get to model are onesies, poofy party dresses, and thick diapers. What’s worse is they make me act like a toddler. I kept thinking things would change, but it's always the same. So this was supposed to be my last gig, then no more. I'm planning on leaving the city." James slid a comforting hand onto her arm, it was the closest he could do for a hug while riding a rocking horse. "This was supposed to be my last job, too. If it makes you feel any better." Kinsey smiled. "It doesn't, I mean, who'd want to stay a Gramcracker their entire life?" He pretended not to be offended, but she made a good point. "Hey, being a Gramcracker pays well, and this is the first time that I've worn diapers on the job. I also think we have a benefits package, but I'm not so sure about that though. I've never had enough to contribute since I live paycheck to paycheck." Then he had a strange thought, was it still a job at this point? His fickle memory wanted to gloss over his initial initiative. Was he that interested in the extra zero at the end of his paycheck? He didn't feel like it was worth being brainwashed and diapered, humiliated beyond recognition. It made his skin burn, especially the handprint on his hindquarters, a gift from Nanny Mamsy. He guessed it didn’t matter anymore, he’d already spent enough time thinking about the past. James tried to live in the present. Kinsey picked up the pace of her rocking. "So, I have a question." James did his best to keep up with his counterpart. "Fire away." "Do you think I have what it takes to be a Gramcracker?" He shrugged. "It depends on how you feel about Humpty Dumpty." "You know, nevermind." The two Littles broke into fitful laughter as they rode their hobby horses, a delightful moment next to the decorated tree, in the soft glow of the fire, surrounded by other presents. ———— The scene was altogether different on the other side of the room. The animated conversation between the Bigs and Tweener had turned into outright disagreement. Jenny felt her control over the night slowly slip away from her grasp; taken away from her by Mrs. Rhonda Raucier, the one in the crown, the one who now called all of the shots. Mrs. Raucier commanded the attention of the group, who all orbited around her presence. "I know I said I wanted two, but that seems like an awful lot of responsibility. I barely have enough time as it is. I'd like to be able to give them the attention they deserve." She settled back in her large chair, a plushy thing resembling a throne, and awaited the opinions of the others in the circle. "You have me, ma'am," Nanny Mamsy reminded her boss. “I can care for two Littles just as easily as one.” The crowned Raucier tapped the nanny’s arm in appreciation before turning to scowl at Jenny. Rhonda asked, "Jenny, what about just one?" The Betweener swallowed, and thought quietly for a moment. If she only kept one, that meant that the other one would be discarded to the robo-nanny at the end of the hall. ‘Sorry James’, she thought, ‘you shouldn’t have been such a brat’. However, Jenny was ever the diplomat, serving as a bridge between two separate hierarchies. "We can do that, but that means that the other one will be given to adoption services. Which isn’t exactly good news, we have no idea what kind of home is waiting for them, if there even is a home.” “Oh, those poor little Littles,” gasped Anne-Margot. Rhonda grumbled something into the waiting ear of Nanny Mamsy, who leaned over to whisper something back. The nanny had managed to hustle her way into her good graces with her diapering of James. Now proudly standing in closest proximity to Rhonda Raucier, and turning into something of a second in command. Jenny continued, “That also brings to question, which one will you keep?” “If I had to keep one,” Rhonda started, “I’d take Jamie.” Jenny choked, “What?” “It all started with that cute Little Gramcracker, and that one time he sang in my office: My Little Boy Blue. I was beside myself, I’d never been interested in a Little before. I had always viewed them as an unnecessary distraction.” “I knew one day she’d see the light,” added Anne-Margot, “but she instantly fell in love with Little Jamie.” “We tried to ask him to come back, but he tucked his cute little tail and ran away.” Rhonda had a wistful look about her face, quite a change from her usual sharp features and cutting tongue. “We contacted your agency and brought him to this Little holiday party. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d like him until I saw him again. That’s when I knew.” Jenny interrupted her, “What about his misbehavior?” Rhonda smiled. “I love his sassy attitude, his spunk, he fights for himself. Nothing like that other one, Kinsington. She has no personality, a typical dime a dozen Little.” Anne-Margot offered, “That Little girl is awfully cute.” “You know all of that cuteness belongs to Jamie,” rebutted Rhonda Raucier, she had a haughty protective nature of ‘her’ Little Gramcracker. “Kinsey was only modeling the dresses and outfits we picked out for him. Who here can’t wait until we pop him into a diaper… and a dress?” “I’m going to teach Jamie how to curtsy,” bellowed Nanny Mamsy. Rhonda Raucier nodded in agreement, while Anne-Margot actually squealed at the mental image. “Just like I said,” Rhonda reiterated, “I thought I wanted two, but now I want one. And it’s Jamie.” Jenny tapped her tablet alive, trying to overcome the changing winds. How did Kinsey end up being the one that got the ill treatment? And what would it do to her rate, or reputation. Amazons were always like this, always flipping the script, never playing by set rules. Jenny raised her voice to make sure she was heard. “Listen, ladies. It’s not yet midnight, we still have time to think about our decision. Let’s not get too hasty.” “Look at you, Jenny.” Rhonda Raucier had a way of cutting through the fluff and stabbing at the heart of an issue. “Trying to close in on the commission, I guess landing two Littles pays better than one.” The Little Wrangler didn’t like the personal attack. Or the attack on her paycheck. Those were important to her. Jenny argued, “You’re the one who asked for twins.” Rhonda nodded. “I did.” “You told us you wanted that pretty-hair Gramcracker,” the Betweener continued reading off her tablet. “That you couldn’t decide whether you wanted a boy or a girl — Or one that could pass as both.” “I did.” Jennifer pulled the tablet aside, trying to keep her composure. “The agency spent a lot of time finding another almost identical Little. Kinsington just didn’t fall in our lap, we’re lucky she was a model and had so many photo spreads, or we’d still be looking to complete YOUR request.” As she listened, Rhonda crossed one leg over another, making herself comfortable. Rhonda muttered, “I fail to see how this is my problem.” Things were getting desperate for Jenny, but she couldn’t show it in front of these Big women. The Tweener fell back to a tried and true method of persuasion: her ‘Magic Touch’. “If you’ll just look at this screen, you’ll see all of the benefits of having two Littles as compared to one.” Jenny swivelled her handheld computer, slowly advancing the device towards the displeasured Mrs. Raucier. A finger hovered over the special button on the side, she had to make sure the screen was on the Big’s face before she pulled the trigger. Closer. Closer. Out of nowhere came the fastest hand she’d ever seen. A large flat palm belonging to none other than Nanny Mamsy. The force of which sent the Tweener staggering back, and her brainwashing computer tumbled onto the red carpet runway. “I’d prefer you keeping your technology to yourself, young lady.” The Nanny stood to her full height, suddenly towering over Jenny. “Don’t confuse my mistress with a Little, or I might confuse you with one.” Jenny’s heart froze in her chest. This was nightmare fuel, a Betweener being confused for a Little. Not the kind of thing she wanted to hear from an Amazon. “Um. Yes, ma’am.” Suddenly, Jenny felt smaller in their presence, under their stares. Even Rachelle stepped away. Out of the three Amazons, Nanny Mamsy scared her the most. Jenny was sure there was a diapered Betweener in her past, and she wasn’t sure that Nanny Mamsy cared for the difference between diapering a Little and a Tweener. That lady was all business and babies. "Besides," Mrs. Raucier challenged, "they don't even look alike. You may say it, but I don't see it." This was heading way off course, but there had to be a way to correct the evening, she always found a way to land the sale. Five years in a row. Think, Jenny, think. She offered, “What about this?” Jennifer returned to the sales pitch, carefully placing her words so they couldn’t be used against her. “We still have time for one more outfit, right?” Rachelle answered, “They do still have their play clothes.” Jenny grinned. “Those will be perfect for what I want, but I’m going to need a little bit of help. Rachelle, you’re going to need to find us a hairdresser. While the rest of us…” Jenny masterfully looked over the three other Amazons. She knew how to play them just like she played Littles. There were more tricks up her sleeve, and it was time to bring out the big guns for the hard sale. “Who here wants to dress up a Little?” ———— James didn’t like the way they looked. The oncoming Bigs moved with a purpose, which usually was a bad sign for Littles like him. Kinsey slowed her rocking, so did James. Their shared laughter came to a sudden end. He wished he could spur the wooden horse and gallop away, but that would be too easy for a night like tonight. There would be no escape, only survival. “They can’t touch us if we don’t use these diapers,” Kinsey whispered. “We can make it to midnight when the contract expires.” “I don’t think the rules apply anymore,” James whispered back. “We just have to do the best we can do, then the rest will sort itself out. Let’s win this, James.” She extended a pinky in his direction, he encircled it with his own. The Amazons were almost to them now; this renewal of their pinky promise would be a final private moment between the Littles. James sank lower in the saddle, unable to meet the eyes of Nanny Mamsy, or Anne-Margot for that matter. Jenny and Rachelle shot straight towards Kinsey. “Also, make sure you don’t look at that screen,” Kinsey reminded him. “Don’t eat or drink anything either — especially milk or candy or chocolate.” A final parting gift of advice before the Amazons brought this present moment to a frightful end. James looked up at the clock as he was carried out of the room. After ten, if they could just make it a little longer…

Chapter 39: Fire Thief in Service - by LittleFallenPrincess I’ve honed my lockpicking skills over the years, and these locks that restrained me were the easiest locks ever to pick... the problem was I had to do it with one hand, at an angle. Sure, whilst practicing at home, I had managed to pick some easier locks with one hand, but they were large. These padlocks on the cuffs were only small. But still... I only needed to get one undone. With what is most likely a broken arm. I can do it. I hope. Opening my pick pouch, I pulled out the smallest tension wrench I could find and one of the smallest picks I had. Bending my wrist back, the pain from my arm became nearly unbearable as I inserted the tension wrench and positioned in so I could provide tension whilst also getting a pick in. Thankfully, this kind of lock can be easily opened with a rake pick, so I inserted that and moved it about until the lock opened. Taking a second to let my arm rest after all that, I took the tools and used them on my other arm’s restraint. It was a lot easier this time as I could manoeuvre about a lot better and could use both hands to pick it, so it hurt less and took even less time. Once I unlocked both of my legs, I lay back on the ground, trying to catch my breath, but with the smoke starting to reach this floor... I quickly rolled over and climbed to my feet. I didn’t have much time. “Naomi... no wait... umm... yeah, Naomi!” Grabbing my picks and pulling up my nappy, I opened the door to the dungeon and ran out, heading straight into the nursery. I saw Naomi in the crib, flailing about, panicking. “Mimi! I’m here. I’ll get you out!” “Thank god! I heard your girlfriend downstairs!” She said. “You did? OH fuck, soundproofing in the dungeon. Right. I’ll get you out, and then I need you to run downstairs, all the way to the ground floor. Wait for us outside. I’ll go see if she needs help.” I quickly picked the locks, my hands shaking the entire time. I needed to see if Alex was okay. I needed to get out of here. I needed to make sure Naomi was safe. But this fire... the burning smell... my heart was beating faster than ever and I was terrified. “GO! I’ll be down soon!” I yelled as I picked the last lock and she climbed over the crib wall. Naomi grabbed a dressing gown from the back of the door to cover herself, as she was wearing only her top and the nappy she was forced into, and ran downstairs. I quickly followed her down. But as she carried on to the ground floor, I stopped on the third. Looking around, no sign of Alex. Second floor... nothing. First floor was where the smoke was at its thickest. I could feel the heat coming from one of the nearby rooms. Remembering some old fire safety tips from my childhood, I checked the door to the smaller room before opening it. And to my surprise... Christian, Emily and Jack lay there, unconscious. “I... I’m sorry. I have to find Alex. Maybe I can come back and save you!” I said to them, closing the door, hopefully buying them some time if the fire managed to spread into the hallway. Even if I stopped to help them instead of looking for Alex... I’d be lucky to be able to carry Jack out of there, but there’s no way I could lift Emily or Christian. “Other door... must be it... but that’s where the smoke is coming from...” I edged closer to the door. I was terrified of entering... of seeing the fire. Reliving the events where I lost my parents would shut me down, so I tried focusing on Alex. And as I got closer and closer... I could hear a faint voice. “FUCK! I need... I need to... save... Paige... she... needs... m... me...” I heard nearby. ‘Wait...’ A large crash came from the other side of the door. “ALEX?” I yelled. But there was no answer. ‘She’s in there. I’m sure of it... but the door...’ I pushed and pushed, I even pulled my picks out and tried unlocking it, but it felt like it was blocked by something, no doubt whatever made that crashing sound. “Wait! The window!” Running down the hallway, grabbing a rather heavy looking ornament from the table along the way, I headed to the window. “If I unlock this...” Opening the window, I climbed out onto the staircase in the alley. “And then if I use... THIS!” Hurling the ornament at the back window, smashing the one next to the one I climbed out of, I reached in with my arm carefully, trying not to cut myself, and unlocked it. Pulling the window up, I climbed in. Making my way through the burning room, I scanned the floor for both obstacles and any sign of Alex. But the room was full of smoke, so it was hard to see anything. Piles of burning books, artwork set ablaze... I pushed all my memories of the crash to the back of my mind. I couldn’t think about that right now. I needed to find Alex. “I... can’t... see... a thing...” But that’s when I saw something in the distance, past the bookcase that had collapsed. A blue light. “ALEX?” I yelled. Running with all my might, I leapt over the remains of the bookcase and landed on the other side. Just by my feet was Alex’s phone, and next to it... Alex. Instincts told me to check on Alex, but a quick look at the phone changed my priorities as I quickly scooped it up and looked at the options. “Fire... suppression... system... OH! ACTIVATE!” Pressing the button, a heard a beep and suddenly the room filled with gas and the sprinklers activated, drenching the whole room. The flames quickly subsided, but it was getting increasingly more difficult to breathe, so I grabbed Alex’s hand and dragged her to the window I had entered through. We had to take another path around the bookcase, as I couldn’t lift her over it. Managing to reach the window, I gathered all my strength, using all the built-up adrenaline to lift Alex up and out of the window. Quickly following, I climbed out and landed on the staircase next to Alex, taking the fresh winter air into my lungs. But we weren’t out of the woods yet. The fire may be out, but Alex wasn’t responding. So I got up, hovering over her. “ALEX? PLEASE! TALK TO ME! I CAN’T LOSE YOU TOO! ALEX!” I screamed, shaking her violently. I checked her pulse... she was still alive. I checked her breathing... yep, still breathing... Tears ran down my face as I stared at my girlfriend, who just lay there, unresponsive. When all of a sudden, her eyes opened and she shot up. “PAIGE! I NEED TO SAVE...” She shouted, before stopping and looking around. She turned to look at me and coughed heavily. “P... Paige... you... wait... you saved me?” “MUMMY!” I flung my arms around her and gave her the biggest hug I could, kissing all over her face. “Oh baby! I’m so glad you’re okay! What... what about the fire?” She asked. “I put it out. I saw the thing on your phone and activated it.” “Good job...” She coughed a bit more. “Good job babygirl. I’m proud of you. And tha... thank you for saving me.” “Shhh. I’m just glad you’re okay.” I kissed her again. “What about... what about your crew? Are they okay?” “The fire didn’t spread outside of the storage room, they’re still unconscious. Mimi should be safe downstairs.” “How... how did you get out of the restraints?” “Huh?” I was confused. How did she know I was restrained? “I got an alert... at work... saying someone broke in. I watched most of it on the video feed on the drive back. I saw... I saw what that guy did to you baby...” “It’s okay. I’m okay.” “Just wait until I’m done with him... he’ll regret everything...” I wouldn’t want to be in Christian’s place right now, not with the venom in Alex’s voice. “Let’s just go find Mimi, okay? Then we can figure out what to do.” I helped Alex up onto her feet and down the staircase into the back alley. “YOU’RE OKAY!” Mimi ran at me and tackled me with a hug. “I’m... I’m okay. Just... be careful... I may have a bit of a broken arm... but I’m okay.” “A broken arm? We’ll have to get that sorted as soon as possible sweetpea!” Alex said. “And your... and your girlfriend is okay! Thank god!” Mimi took a sigh of relief. “You... I saw you try and stick up for my baby...” Alex stepped up, looking down at Mimi. I blushed at the fact Alex was referring to me as her baby in front of my best friend. “...Thank you.” Alex finished. “She’s my best friend. I’m sorry... I’m sorry for being a part of everything that happened.” Mimi apologised. She was sincere. I could tell when she was lying. “Look, let’s just catch our breath. Once I’ve got my strength back, I’ll decide what to do with you and your friends.” Alex said to Naomi. “What to do...?” “You broke in. Don’t think you’re off the hook just yet...” Naomi went quiet and walked over to the corner of the shop, sitting down and awaiting the judgement. I got a glass of water for us all, and we all took a bit to relax after everything that had happened upstairs. I was surprised Naomi hadn’t made a run for it honestly. She had the perfect opportunity whilst Alex was catching her breath, but she stayed. Once Alex had rested a bit, she stood up and looked at the two of us. “We’ll need to get you a new uniform, babygirl. That one is ruined...” I looked down at the dirty, ripped maid uniform I was wearing and smiled. “So... umm... what now?” I asked. “We get those three upstairs restrained before they wake up. Mind helping?” “Sure.” I answered. “Be careful with that arm though. I’ll call a friend who can give it a look at soon. And you? Mind helping?” She turned to Naomi, who looked surprised that she was asking her. “Umm... sure?” Mimi replied. “Thanks. Let’s go then...” I let Alex take the lead regarding everything from now on. She was the one who nearly died, she was the one whose collection was now ashes in the storage room. Sure, I’d love some payback on Christian and Emily... but that could wait. We sat there in the event room, the three unconscious ex-crew members sat in chairs, their hands and ankles bound to them. I sat next to Naomi, holding her hand. I could tell she was nervous, but she was ready to face the consequences for her actions. And if needed, I could plead to Alex to take it easy on her. It wasn’t her fault she came here, she was forced. And then she helped me and everything... “Wakey wakey...” Alex opened a small bottle under their noses and one by one, my ex-crew mates all came to, shocked and scared. “MMM!” Christian cried out, the gag in his mouth muffling his words. The other two did the same, but they all quickly realised the situation they were in. “So...” Alex paced around the floor between the crew, and Naomi and me. “Mmmm!” Emily screamed, that gag working perfectly, yet again. “I’m going to say a bunch of things, and you’re going to listen, got it?” They all nodded one by one. “So first... you broke into my home. You assaulted my babygirl.” She looked at Christian with a look that could kill. “You tried to steal my possessions... and inadvertently set fire to one of my rooms. Is that everything?” “MMM!” they all tried to beg and plead. “So let me make this clear. You will pay for everything. HOW you pay... is up to me. You have no say in this. I won’t make an offer, like I did with Paige. You take the deal. Otherwise... I will come up with something much... MUCH worse for you.” All three of them shut up. Naomi started shaking, so I held her hand and squeezed it. “Firstly... I understand why you came here today. I know exactly who put you up to it. And I know you were forced to do so. That’s why I’m not just going to send you all off to the other dimension.” All of them started screaming, terrified at the thought of being sent over there. “I also know... if I call the police... your employer will just bail you out and you’ll be in the same position that Paige was in. So I won’t be calling them. You will, however, be paying me back for everything you have done today. That includes you, Naomi.” Naomi gasped a little. “Paying her back? What does she mean?” Mimi asked. “It means... I’ll be having a little word with Tony. So he won’t be chasing after you, or Paige, ever again. But for the next.... let’s say... six months... you will be under my employ.” “Umm... what do you mean?” I asked Alex, on behalf of Naomi. “It means, babygirl, that all four of them... will be paying me back by working for me. I’ll pay you all for the time, and give you accommodation... but you will be doing jobs I assign you.” Alex paced back and forth, thinking, before stopping in front of Jack. “What’s this one’s name again, babygirl?” “Jack.” I answered. Turning to Jack, she looked him dead in the eyes. “Well... Jack. I will say, I was impressed by your hacking ability. You still have a lot to learn... but you have potential. For now though... I need a maid.” “Mmm?” he tried talking, so Alex removed his gag. “A... maid?” “Oh yes. I need a cute little maid... so I’ll get you a maid’s uniform just like Paige’s, and you can take over her shop and cleaning duties, especially as her arm will need time to heal. If at the end of six months you’ve impressed me with following orders... maybe I could find you a job at my security company.” “I... yes. Sorry. Please.” He looked like a scared little boy, it was kind of adorable. “Maybe I’ll find you a cute wig too...” He started blushing as Alex moved over to where Emily stood. “You...” Alex looked down menacingly at her next target. “Emily.” I said. “Emily... I saw you helping the other one torture my babygirl... so I’m sorry, but you don’t get off so easily. However... I do like the way you handle yourself, so if you are also looking for a job after six months... maybe I could be convinced. If you impress me that is...” Taking the gag out of her mouth, Emily looked at her. “Impress?” Emily said. “Well I need to know I can trust you. I heard you were good at driving... so... maybe I can offer you a job doing that. But to impress me, you are to take on the role of Paige’s nanny.” “NANNY?” “No shouting. Yes. I saw the way you made fun of her, especially making comments about not wanting to change her. “I... I...” “You’re strong enough to lift her up, and with the right training... you could be quite the Nanny. “I... okay. I’m sorry.” Emily hung her head in defeat. I looked at my old crew mates. They all look defeated. And Alex... was being reasonable, in my opinion. I understood why she wouldn’t call the police and why she had to come up with such... unusual punishments. I felt a bit... uneasy with Emily being my Nanny, but no doubt Alex would be keeping a close eye on her. I just hoped she would pick something nicer for Naomi... and I wondered what she had in store for Christian, who deserved much worse. Offering them humiliating jobs, followed by actual jobs, was a clever idea, but I wondered how much she had thought about how much she can trust those three whilst they’re ‘employed’ by her. She had great faith in people, but I wasn’t sure they wouldn’t just run at the first opportunity or try to steal from her or get her back for everything. But hey, I trusted her to know what she was doing, so I just stood there and held my best friend’s hand, awaiting the next judgement. “And you...” “Christian...” I said with venom in my voice. “I know exactly what you did to my babygirl... whipping her, making her bleed like that...” “What? What the fuck, Christian?” yelled Emily. Even she was disgusted by her friend’s actions. Jack’s face indicated he was too. “Mmm!” he tried to talk just like the others. Taking the gag out, Alex allowed him to speak. “FUCK YOU!” He yelled. “Not sorry at all, are you? At least your friends showed remorse for their actions. Now... what to do with you...” “GET FUC...” he was quickly silenced again as Alex shoved the gag back in his mouth, tying it behind his head. “That’s quite enough language from you...” Alex thought for a moment, before walking over to me. “Baby... I want your opinion. I have an idea, but I want you to tell me if it’s too much. And if it is, do you have any other ideas? I can’t trust him. The other two... I could see the good in them. Him... there isn’t any.” “W... what’s your idea?” I asked. “I know I said I wouldn’t... but I honestly don’t know where else I could send him.” “No... you mean...?” “Yeah. I have a contact. He could take him through the portal, find him a family.” “But... that’s horrible!” “Can you think of anything else I can do with him then, babygirl?” Naomi nudged me a bit. “Umm... I mean... it would be poetic justice... after all those times he threatened to send you there... after every mean thing he’s said...” I couldn’t believe Mimi was actually okay with this. Of all people, she was least likely to do so. “You too? You agree with Alex?” “Think about it, Paige. He’s a selfish, obnoxious dickhead who would have happily have done all this today, even without the threat from Tony.” “I... but...” “Baby, if it makes it any better... I can make sure he’s given to a loving family who won’t treat him bad.” Alex offered. “But...” “Okay, how about... I let them foster him for just the year? No permanent changes, no hypnosis, nothing like that. They just keep him as their baby for a year, before sending him back through the portal. If he’s learnt his lesson when he comes back, I’ll give him a job like I did the others. If not... we’ll figure it out when that happens.” “That’s better. Not perfect... but I suppose it’s the best we can manage without the ability to send him to prison. Fine. Do that then.” I answered. Alex turned around to Christian, who had been trying to listen in the whole time, but hadn’t heard a thing. “So Christian, I apologise...” Alex started. He looked up at her, confused. “I lied earlier. You... you can’t be trusted around me, around my babygirl, around... well anyone really. So I’m sorry, but I’m going to send you through the portal.” Christian looked terrified. He tried freeing himself, but he was restrained and couldn’t do anything more than struggle. “But you’ve got Paige to thank for making it as easy for you as possible. You’ll be sent through the portal, where an Amazon family will foster you for a year. No drugs, no physical or mental changes, nothing. It’ll be a nice, loving family. But you’ll be their baby for the year. If, when you return, you’ve learnt your lesson... I’ll offer you a well-paying job. If you haven’t... well we’ll figure that out if it comes to it.” “MMMM!” Christian screamed into the gag. “Think that’s fair?” Alex asked Jack and Emily. “Uh huh.” They said in tandem, grinning at their former leader. “Good. You’ve got off easy, Christian. I could have had you thrown in one of their adoption centres and forgotten about you... but I like to see the good in people. And I believe deep down, even if it’s only a shred of good... that’s enough. Remember, Paige is the one who saved you. All those times you threatened to send her there... remember that. Remember who took it easy on you as you get your nappy changed by your new Mummy and Daddy...” He started yelling again, so Alex pulled out syringe and injected him with the same thing she injected me with that first night I broke in. “Now. I need to make a few calls for him... oh wait.. I nearly forgot...” Alex turned to me and Naomi and grinned. Naomi started shaking more, so I squeezed her hand even harder. “Naomi... or is it Mimi?” Alex asked. “Umm... either...” Mimi said, nervously. “Please take it easy on her, Alex...” I spoke up. “You trust me, sweetpea?” She asked me. “Of course.” “Good. Now... Naomi...” Naomi looked at her feet, awaiting the judgement. “You broke in. You helped try to steal my possessions. But I also understand you were threatened to do so. You also came to Paige’s aid, and you’re also Paige’s best friend...” Naomi squeezed my hand. “So I have three jobs for you to pay me back.” “Huh? Three?” Mimi looked up suddenly, confused. “I’m to understand you helped pick out some of Paige’s better outfits?” “Umm... uh huh...” “Then your first job, is to be my shopping expert. You have good taste and an eye for what Paige looks good in. So I want you to assist me whenever I’m looking to expand Paige’s wardrobe.” “Umm... okay... but... what are the other two jobs.” “Those jobs... are more for my babygirl than for me.” Even I looked confused at this point. “Depending on what she needs, you are to play as either her playmate... or her dolly...” My face must have turned bright red at the thought of Naomi playing either of those roles. But I also felt bad, because that was involving her in kinks she’s not into. I mean sure, Jack is having to wear a maid uniform and be dressed up all feminine, and Emily is forced to be a Nanny, albeit to a larger than normal baby... but this is Naomi... “Yes!” Mimi blurted out, sounding rather excited. ‘She... she said that rather quickly...’ “I’d love to!” Naomi looked at me, a huge smile on her face; I had never seen her look so excited. “Well that settles that then...” Alex smiled at me. “I... umm... okay!” I replied. “So anyway, let me go call my contact for Christian and call my doctor friend about that arm of yours... Paige? Will you please release the other two? I’ll sort their uniforms out as soon as I’m done with Christian.” Alex turned to the Emily and Jack. “You two...? Don’t let me down. If you betray my trust, let me down in any way, or try to run... I’ll make sure you find yourselves with a fate similar to your ex-leader’s...” They both nodded in agreement. “Yes Miss Carver.” They said in unison. “Well these next six months are going to be a lot more interesting... A nanny, a maid, a playmate and dolly...” I said, looking around at my friends. “Mummy?” I called out to Alex, not caring at this point about hiding that dynamic in front of my friends. They were part of it now, even if it wasn’t their choice. I would have preferred to have given them the choice, but there wasn’t any other option. “Yes, pumpkin?” Alex replied. “We’re going to have to find a new job for me if Jack’s working downstairs.” “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ve got the perfect one for you...” She grinned. ========================================================== I hope this stops all the cement plans? And you are all back to loving me again instead of hating me? Ah who am I kidding, you'll all hate me again with my future cliffhangers. At least I can relax for now! 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I prefer ABDL diapers because they are thicker and they last longer than medical diapers.

Several hours on a low temperature grill and smoker basted in a good rib rub and sauce.

Chapter 3: A Day Of Firsts The morning went quickly. Jeff, having been exhausted from the drive home and all of the over-excitement he had been experiencing from the recent changes had woken up late, giving him little time to get ready and get breakfast going as he usually would. He startled Jackson awake as he shot up out of bed. “Shit, what time is it?” Jeff said as he jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. Jackson rubbed his eyes as he looked over at the clock. 6:03 AM. Jeff was usually up each morning by 5 to get ready and out the door by 6:30AM. It had been a nice weekend trip but reality was settling back in, and Jeff was extremely behind schedule to do anything he had planned on for this morning. “You ahh...”, Jackson paused as he rubbed his eyes some more, sitting up in the bed. “You want any help with anything?” A brief moment of silence followed as Jackson could hear Jeff scrambling to do his hair. “Yea actually, can you just pour some cereal for you boys. I think I’ll just go without breakfast at this point.” Jeff responded, hurrying out of the bathroom and towards the closest. Jackson climbed out of bed and made his way into the kitchen in only his pull up, catching Jeff’s eye as he walked by. He figured he’d save time and not stress Jeff out anymore. He grabbed two bowls from the cupboard and filled them with cereal. “Hope Sam likes Honey nuts…” Jackson thought as he poured some into both bowls. He filled them with milk and set them on the table as Jeff made his way into the nursery to awake Sam. Unsurprisingly, Sam was up and waiting for his Daddy with Mr. Buttons and his paci, letting off a big smile as Jeff entered the room. “Sorry I'm late baby boy, but daddy’s gotta make this quick.” Jeff dropped the fence and helped Sam out of the crib. Sam looked up at him with a big smile and hugged him. “Daddy’s running late for work, but Jackson’s got some cereal out at the table, can you be a big boy and get over there yourself?” Sam nodded and waddled his way to the kitchen, showing obvious signs of a saturated diaper. Jeff watched and smiled, regretting that he didn’t take extra time off work for this first week, but he needed the money with all of these recent purchases. Jackson watched as Sam exited the room in his obvious waddle carrying Mr. Buttons. It was pretty cute, he wasn’t going to lie. Jackson watched as he climbed into a chair and Jackson slid him a bowl of cereal. Sam let his pacifier fall out of his mouth and onto the table and let out a giggle. Jeff exited the nursery and made his way to the front door to put his work boots on. “Hey bud, I don’t have time to change Sammy, can you help me out?” “Yea, I’ll take care of him,” Jackson said with a slight pause, quickly adding “Daddy” to the end. “Alright, be good boys. Daddy will see you later tonight”. Jackson and Sam waved goodbye with a mouth full of cereal as Jeff left for the day, locking the door behind him and officially leaving Sam and Jackson alone together for the first time. The two finished their cereal in silence, just exchanging some awkward looks. “Sooooo....“ Jackson started, feeling unsure of what he was to do in this position. “I guess we should get you set up with something to do? Anything in particular?” “CARTOONS! CARTOONS!” Sam shouted. “Alright, I guess that's fine for a bit. I guess we gotta start by getting you changed though, and probably something more substantial to wear as well?” Sam jumped up without a word and started running towards his room, excited for Jackson to change him. “Hey! Dishes Mr,” Jackson called out, “I may have to look after you but I’m not doing everything”. Sam made a quick u turn and placed his dirty dish in the sink before turning to make his way to his room again. “All the way my guy,” Jackson said with a laugh. “Like wash it?” Sam asked. “Yea Mr. You might be daddy's baby, but you're just as responsible for chores around here as I am, so let's just keep up with the mess as we go”. It felt weird to Jackson, usually he would try to pull stuff like this and Jeff would hound him about it, but now the roles were reversed. Sam pouted, but did as he was told. He was hoping to be babied by Jackson as well, but maybe it would just take more time since the top thing was new to him. Finally, Sam put his bowl in the dishwasher and ran to his room, where Jackson found him patiently waiting on his changing table, Mr. Buttons in hand. “K, let's try this again,” Jackson said, as he grabbed a diaper off the shelf. He had never changed a diaper before, but figured it couldn’t be so bad. He listened to the tapes and pulled the front back and gagged slightly at the sight of the yellowed diaper. He looked up at Sam who was smiling all while watching. Jackson finished changing Sam up and helped him hop off the table as he opened the closest doors, unaware of what Jeff had actually bought clothes wise, having only seen the larger furnishings in the room. To his surprise, it was packed full of all sorts of colorful clothing, from pants, to shirts, onesies, footed pajamas, and more. Like most things, Jeff had out done himself again. “Right... Well, do you have a preference?” asked Jackson. “Umm...just a onesie?” Sam asked nervously, inundated with choices. “Sounds easy enough,” Jackson said as he picked out a white one with a picture of some cartoon dogs on it. “Arms up,” Jackson said as he pulled the onesie over Sam’s head. Sam obliged and lifted his arms, allowing it to slide on easily. It fit perfectly. Jackson reached under and snapped the buttons together and looked at Sam. “Alright, all set,” Jackson said as he started to leave the room. “Hey...um...Jackson?” Sam said quietly. “Yea? Whats up?” Jackson responded. “Can I ask you a question?” “Of course, go for it”. “I guess...I...can you come up with, like, a name for me?” “Like, Sam?” Jackson said, unsure of what he meant. “Like...a baby name or something. Like daddy calls me his little boy, or stinker...it makes me feel...safe I guess” “Ah, you want a pet name?” Jackson said with a laugh. He knew why he wanted one, as he had always loved when Jeff called him a pet name, but he would have to get used to it the other way around as well. “Yee...” Sam said nervously. “Alright, what if I just mix ‘em up like Dad. Like Champ, or Sport?” Sam nodded his head. “And what should I call you?” he asked. “Hmm, Jackson doesn’t do it for you?” Sam shook his head. “Tell you what, why don’t you call me...” Jackson looked around, no names coming to mind. He looked at Mr. Buttons and just said “Teddy, or Sir, something along those lines?” Sam nodded with a big smile. “Ok Teddy,” he said as he ran to give Jackson a huge hug. “Alright kiddo, let's get you setup with some cartoons so I can get to work.” “Can I bring some stuffies?” “Like, more than just Mr. Button? Yea, I guess so”. Sam quickly grabbed as many as he could carry from the pile in the corner, and followed Jackson back into the living room where he quickly dumped them all on the couch and jumped up. Jackson turned the TV on and flipped it to Netflix. “Any cartoons in particular?” “Paw Patrol!” Jackson looked back at his onesie, “guess that makes more sense now, haha”. He put on the show and left for his office to get started with his work day. It wasn’t long after sitting down in his office that he realized he should probably be more present with Sam. Sure, he didn’t need to actually be watched over but Jackson still had to form a relationship with him, and that would be easier if he was just there. He unplugged his laptop from the docking station and grabbed ahold of his noise canceling headphones and made his way back out to set up at the dining table. There Sam was, curled up on the couch happily watching his show. Jackson saw his pacifier, still on the kitchen table. He picked it up and walked over to the couch, catching Sam off guard as he gestured it towards his mouth, to which Sam graciously accepted. Jackson clipped the other end to his onesie, remembering Jeff’s rule he figured he would be grateful for about physical bathroom noticies. Though, he did realize that only worked if Sam ever took it out to begin with. “D’ank you, `eddy `ear” Sam said through his pacifier, smiling up at Jackson. Jackson smiled back and made his way back to his laptop, finally starting his day of work. While he set his own hours, he liked to stay in a routine to get projects done on time. ---------- Time escaped Jackson as he was deep in his work during a focused sprint before realizing it was well after noon, and he should probably stop for lunch. Not to mention he should check on Sam. He also wanted to challenge himself to put his foot down a little more. Certainly Jeff wouldn’t be happy with Sam just watching cartoons all day, so Jackson had to get him to do something else, but he wasn’t sure what. Getting out of his chair, he could still see Sam happily immersed in his show, sucking away on his pacifier. But to Jacksons horror, as he approached Sam to ask what he wanted for lunch, he quickly picked up on that quite familiar scent that let him know that Sam had messed again… “Ummmm...excuse me?” Jackson said with a firm tone, feeling outraged. Sam looked up at him, knowing exactly what he was getting at. He couldn’t fight back his big grin. “‘m sorry `ir” Sam struggled to get out. “Wasn’t there something about you having to ask permission to mess yourself?! Get your stinky ass to the changing table, now!”. Sam got up off the couch, but not before ensuring that he smushed his mess around a little. He knew it would be Jackson’s first poopy change, and he was excited to see how he handled it. “What the hell Sam!” Jackson shouted, clearly seeing what he had just done. Sam laughed and ran off, bolting down the hallway to the part of the house he hadn’t seen yet. “SAM!” Jackson yelled, running after him. Sam laughed to himself as he ran down the hallway, entering the first room that wasn’t his own. Sam found himself in Jackson’ office and looked around at what was a rather empty room apart from the desk, then Jackson came to the door. “If you don’t get your ass to the changing station, I swear to god” Jackson shouted. “Hehe...you gotta catch me” Sam giggled as stood at the opposite end of the room. Jackson ran into the room and grabbed Sam's wrist as he tried to slide around him. “Let me gooo!” Sam protested, still trying to break free. Jackson wasn’t playing games though and dragged him back to the nursery. “Up!” Jackson said, pointing at the changing table, still firmly holding his wrist. “NO!” Sam said as he dropped to the floor, only further spreading the mess in his diaper. “Up! Last chance or Daddy’s gonna hear all about this!” Sam’s giggling stopped. “Ahhh...don’t tell daddy...pleeaseeee” Sam said. “Up,” Jackson said, looking rather angry. This time, Sam did as he was told. Jackson helped him off the floor and up onto the changing station. He was not looking forward to this in the slightest, he was just hoping the process would go quick and didn’t smell the whole time. It took some time, but Jackson finished cleaning up Sam and disposed of the mess in the genie. “Roll over,” Jackson said as Sam waited patiently, expecting a new diaper to be slid under him. Sam paused, unsure of what he meant. “I said roll over, butt in the air,” Jackson said with a stronger tone, motioning for Sam to do as instructed. Sam hesitantly rolled over, exposing his little behind to the air. He watched as Jackson reached for one of the decorations hanging off the side of the bookshelf just next to the changing station, and quickly realized it wasn’t just a decoration. Jackson had grabbed a long wood paddle labeled “Brat” in the wood engraving and was prepping Sam for a spanking, a first for him. “Now you have been a bad little boy...and I am not going to tolerate that” Jackson said, showcasing the paddle that would be making contact with Sam’s exposed butt. “I’m sorry, Sir” Sam said in a nervous voice, unsure of how much something like this would hurt. “You better be. What are you sorry for?” Jackson said in a firm tone. “For being bad…” “And?” “Making a big mess...” Jackson shook his head in disappointment. “You're gonna get 10 spankings for being a brat, and that numbers going to increase if you keep up this kind of behaviour. Understood?” Sam nodded his head, trying to mentally prepare for what was coming. “Good. Count them out for Teddy while you're at it,” Jackson said, giving almost no further warning before bringing the wood paddle down against his ass. *SMACK* Sam winced, it hadn’t been as hard as he thought, but it still stung. “O...One…” Sam let out. *SMACK* “Tw...twooo…” He struggled to get out as the sting began to worsen. Jackson continued to deal out the spanking, one good smack at a time. While he was mad at Sam for what he had done, he was also aroused as he watched Sam cower before him, one smack at a time. It wasn’t until around the 7th smack that he realized Sam had begun to cry, tears pouring down his face. “Se...se...seven” Sam struggled to say between sobs. Jackson had mixed emotions. He had been spanked many times by Jeff, and he knew the pain. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Jackson asked, reluctant to hurt him further. “Ye...yes, Sir” He said, sobbing and looking back at Jackson. “Good, then we can stop your punishment early just this once. But believe me. Next time I won’t feel so sorry for you” Jackson said, hanging the paddle back to its original spot. Sam rolled back over on the changing table, tears still pooling in his eyes. “Now that's for acting like a brat...the mess is gonna take a little something...more,” Jackson said with a grin. “But let's get you in a nice comfy diaper, yea?” Sam nodded. He wasn’t sure what ‘more’ consisted of, but he couldn’t get over the stinging feeling on his butt. Jackson grabbed a diaper off the shelf, this time consisting of a blue camouflage pattern which seemed to peak Sam’s attention since it was something different. Sam, having already fallen into a habit, lifted with ease to allow Sam to slide the new diaper underneath. Jackson paused before taping him up. He smirked to himself as he opened the drawer below the changing station. He pulled out what Sam could only make out to be a small object and the lube, and Sam felt as Jackson quickly slid a plug into his ass, causing Sam to wince a little as his still red bottom ached. Jackson looked at Sam, who remained quiet and obedient, and quickly finished the motions of powdering and taping him up. Jackson reached into the drawer to put the lube away, and pulled out another pacifier, different from the blue one he had been using, and plopped it into Sam’s mouth. “That's to keep any of those kinds of accidents from happening again. But if lil Sammy doesn’t want daddy to find out about the accident he already had...well then maybe it's time for...a nap?” Jackson said mysteriously. Sam nodded, still puzzled at Jackson’s tone as he knew there was something more to this. The plug felt uncomfortable at first, but quickly faded to the back of his mind as he felt the sting of his cheeks as he positioned himself on the edge of the table. Jackson helped Sam off the changing station, and began to motion towards Sam’s crib, unbuttoning his pants as he walked over, letting them fall to the floor before proceeding to strip away the rest of his clothes. He then crawled into Sam’s crib, motioning for him to come join him. Sam blushed, and made his way over to his crib and climbed in after Jackson. Sure he had just been punished and his ass was still sore, but he was excited to get to see Jackson like this, and more so, he was excited to finally get an intimate moment with Jackson. Jackson made himself comfortable, and laid back in the crib as his cock remained at full mass as he watched Sam crawl into the crib, pacifier still in mouth. “Nuh uh, where's Mr. Buttons?” Sam paused, turning around and pointing to the changing table. “Go get him,” Jackson said. Sam did as he was instructed, and Jackson watched his diapered tushy run to grab his friend. Jackson reached out his hand, signifying for Sam to give him to Jackson. Sam was hesitant, but extended it to Sam before crawling back in. “There we go, don’t you think your little friend wants to watch?” Jackson said. Sam shook his head, “No, sir” he forced about from behind his pacifier. Jackson smirked, and reached forward to remove Sam’s pacifier. “Alright, well I’ll keep him safe up here then”. Sam laid on his stomach, just short of the large mass in front of him and stared at it. He reached out his hand to push it around, watching it bob and swing with each push. Jackson laughed, “Yea? You like your new toy?” Sam smiled and nodded his head quickly, “Can I play with it?” “Oh, I’m expecting you too…kiddo” Jackson said as he laid back. Sam continued to push it around, watching Jackson’s cock swing around, smiling as it would return to its original position. He pulled himself up a little and took the head into his mouth, ensuring to let his saliva pour out of his mouth and flow down Jackson’s shaft. “Fuckkkkk....” Jackson let out. Sam looked up at Jackson, cock still in mouth, as he watched Jackson stare up at the ceiling. He began to bob his head, taking in more and more of his shaft, ensuring to lick all around to get it wet. His lips ran smoothly over his shaft and he hugged it with his tongue, eager to please. Soon enough, he had Jackson’s cock slippery wet and drenched in his saliva. He picked up his speed as he slowly repositioned himself. Sam could feel his dick pressing against his cage, only making him hornier. He hoped that Jackson might return the favor if he did a good job, but it was unlikely that he would be getting any kind of pleasure after the scene he pulled just before. He reached out with his hand and grabbed Jackson’s shaft, beginning to glide his hand up and down as he continued to drool on the head, tasting the precum that was forming at the tip. Jackson looked down at Sam, who looked back at him as he continued to give Jackson what was probably the best blow job of his life. Jeff certainly never did these kinds of things for him, and Jeff was all he had known. Jackson let his head fall back onto the pillows as Sam continued to twirl his tongue and pump his throbbing shaft. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer but was cherishing every moment. “I’m...I’m gonna cum…” Jackson let out. Sam smiled as he pushed the throbbing cock into his throat until he gagged. He quickened his pace and continued to push the cock down his throat, eagerly awaiting what was next. “uhhhhhh...Imma….” Jackson let out a moan as he burst his load, violently pushing his hips in the air as Sam struggled to get air as his cock filled his mouth. Jackson continued to moan, clearly overwhelmed by all of the feelings. Sam loosened his grip but continued to bob his head as Jackson lowered his hips back towards the bed. “Fuck Sammy...that was…” “Amazing?” Sam cut him off as he swallowed Jackon’s cum. Jackson laughed. “Yea, kiddo. Amazing” Sam crawled up next to Jackson and laid down next to him. “Can I have Mr. Buttons?” Jackson rolled over and smiled at him. “You can have whatever you want,” he said as he handed Sam the stuffed bear. Jackson threw his arm over Sam and let out a sigh. “I think we're gonna get along just great”. ---------- Jackson opened his eyes, finding himself still in Sam’s crib with Sam asleep on his chest. The nap was unintentional, but felt good. Jackson looked over at the clock, and quickly shook Sam awake as he realized the time. “Sam, wake up. Jeff will be home any minute,” Jackson said as he shook Sam awake. Sam woke up and rubbed his eyes. “Daddy’s coming home already?” “It's late, we must have slept all afternoon. We gotta get you dressed”. Sam smiled and climbed out of the crib after Jackson, knowing the routine and happily climbed up on the table where Jackson quickly put a fresh diaper on him. He helped Sam off and quickly slid the onesie back over his head. “Alright, deals a deal. I don’t tell Daddy if you won’t” Sam nodded, smiling as he remembered what they had done earlier. As Jackson turned to leave the room, he heard Jeff’s truck pull into the driveway. “Shit, he's home earlier than usual. Can you make your bed, Sam?” Sam stood for a second with a pouty face. “Champ, don’t make me ask you again”. Sam turned to go make his crib up as Jackson hurried into the dining room to sort out his laptop. He carried it all back to his office and reconnected the laptop to the dock as he heard the front door open and close. “DADDY!!” Sam screamed as he ran out of the nursery towards Jeff. “There's my baby boy! You look so cute!” Jeff said as he picked Sam up, spotting Jackson heading out from his office. “Hey Jef...Daddy, how was work?” Jackson asked, making his way back into the kitchen. “Long...but I’m glad to be home. I see you kept up with this little guy all day”. “Yea, we had a pretty good day…” Jackson said, looking at Sam. “Is that true, baby?” Jeff asked Sam. Sam nodded with a big smile. “Well that's good to hear,” Jeff said as he kissed Sam on the cheek before putting him down. Jeff took his shoes off and headed into the living room to take a seat. “Hey, Jackson? Can you bring me a beer?” He said as he made his way over, before seeing the pile of stuffies left out on the couch. “Ohhh...Sammy, get your butt over here” Jeff said with a stern voice. Sam, unaware of the problem, ran over to Jeff to hug him. “This is a big mess Mr. You’re supposed to keep this house clean so that I don’t have to deal with it…” “I’m sorry, daddy,” Sam said, lowering his head. “I hope you are...Daddy’s gonna have to spank you though so that you’ll learn…” “That...that was actually my fault, Daddy,” Jackson said, cutting Jeff off. Jeff looked over at Jackson, “Is that so?” Jackson nodded. “Sorry...taking care of Sam and working is a lot I guess” Jeff got up off the couch and walked over to Jackson, no further words being exchanged. He grabbed a hold of Jackson's arm and pulled him into the bedroom. “Strip,” Jeff said sternly. Jackson did as he was told and took his clothes off, leaving just the pull up. “That too,” Jeff said as he unbuttons his pants. Jackson took it off as Jeff shoved him onto the bed, pulling the straps out from underneath the mattress and fascinating them to Jackson. Jackson knew the routine and didn’t fight it as he knew Jeff was much stronger. Jeff finished attaching the straps, leaving Jackson tied down face first on the bed. “I’m gonna leave you here, while I enjoy a nice dinner with Sammy...then I’m gonna come relieve some stress for the night” Jeff whispered in Jackon’s ears. He felt himself getting hard, but was disappointed he was gonna be left like this for a long period of time. He turned his head back to see Sam in the doorway with a look that seemed to say sorry. “Can I get you to put the stuffies back in your room, baby boy?” Jeff said as he encouraged Sam to exit the room. Sam quickly picked up the stuffed animals and carried them back into the pile in his room as he watched Daddy head into the garage. He quickly ran back into the room where Jackson was tied down and went up to him. “Thank you, Teddy Bear” Sam said as he gave Jackson a big kiss on the cheek before climbing off the bed and running back into the living room. Jackson smiled. He was beginning to like this lifestyle. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy my stories and want to help support me in creating more, please consider supporting me on my Patreon.

Im 24/7 for almost 2 years (since March 2020), longer if you count the few years before... where i started from zero, accidentally "rediscovering" this love for diapers i had as a child (somehow it got lost in my late teens)... over wearing on weekends only... and then slowly the wearing time increased more and more towards 24/7. Yea before wearing 24/7 i also had 1, max 2 bm's per day, but their timing where kinda unpredictable. And its not nice having to go just an hour or so after you put a diaper on The point of my idea was not to wait till those unpredictable urges hit you but do preemptive strikes at those convenient times where you change anyway. As said in my last post, preemptively emptying those 3 times a day made it very rare that an urge hits me till next change. Of course there are exceptions to normal days, say if i eat certain foods that somehow seem to activate the double turbo of my digestive system ? but usually i know those in advance and can plan in a change shortly after the meal.

Part 6: When they arrived at home, Ann helped Amy remove her shoes and undress; Peggy removed her shoes and changed into the comfortable homewear. She didn’t think of her diaper anymore and accepted it. When she felt the urge to pee, she peed in the diaper simply. Ann made dinner and Amy again did her best to be a big girl and eat on her own. After dinner Ann sent Amy and Peggy to the bedroom to play for awhile until she would do the dishes. Amy sat down and opened her dollhouse; Peggy joined her. She somehow liked the childish game and remembered the old times. While they were playing, Peggy got curious: “Amy, how did you like the big girl's time so far. Would you like to stay as the big girl longer?” “It was great, Peggy. The doll dressing game and the tights.” “What about the playground?” “Babysitting was boring. I’d like to be the big girl but not on the playground.” “Okay, we call Melody and Emma tomorrow. However ...” Peggy blushed a little but Amy didn’t notice it, “I’d like to go to the playground. I’m a bit curious about your playmates.” Peggy’s idea was good. Amy could go somewhere with Melody and Emma and she would play on the playground and talk with Charlie and Susie. Amy’s presence was suspicious and Peggy noticed the look of Charlie’s mom earlier. While they were playing, Amy stopped and after a minute she continued playing. Peggy realized what happened and turned to Amy: “Amy, did you pee in your diaper?” “Yeah, my diaper is warm and heavy.” “Didn’t you feel the urge?” Amy shook her head and looked at Peggy as if she was speaking a foreign language “Urge?” “Yeah, a feeling of pressure.” Amy shook her head again; she had been distracted before she peed and ignored the pressure in her bladder. Peggy sighed only; Amy’s potty training would be a long term task. Even worse; Amy didn’t control the bladder in Peggy’s body and Peggy was afraid of creating an involuntary reflex. Moreover, she stopped attempts to hold her pee in Amy’s body. Even if she still felt the urge and relaxed the muscles voluntarily, she didn’t care about it. The diapers really were comfortable. Amy yawned and Ann appeared to take her to the bathroom. Peggy joined them and waited until Ann gave Amy a bath and diapered her for the night. As soon as Amy was ready for bed, Peggy undressed herself, untaped the wet diaper and crawled into the bathtub. She was able to take a shower and brush her teeth. Ann waited and put the thick night time diaper on Peggy and dressed her in the same pink onesie she had been wearing the last night. “Good night, Peggy.” “Good night, Ann; it’s been a challenging day today,” Peggy smiled and headed towards the bedroom. The thick diaper package made her waddle a bit. Amy was half asleep already and Peggy also was tired. She lay down and found the most comfortable position on her belly and with her legs spread. Both girls fell asleep and Ann put off the light five minutes later; she smiled at both; Peggy was incredibly cute in the onesie. Ann imagined both girls as her babies and she was amused by the image. Peggy woke up the next morning; she had had a peaceful night and didn’t remember any dream. Amy was standing at the bed: “Good morning, Peggy,” she smiled at Peggy and Peggy noticed two diapers in her hand; one adult-sized and one toddler-sized. “Here you are,” the adult-sized little girl passed the clean diaper to her toddler-sized babysitter and Peggy almost laughed. When she stretched her limbs, she felt the wet and heavy package between her legs. She peed several times in the night without realizing it. “Good morning and thank you, Amy,” Peggy smiled back at Amy and stood up; they headed towards the kitchen; a pleasant smell was spreading across the hall already. “Good morning mommy,” Amy greeted her mom politely. “Good morning, Ann,” Peggy remembered how to call Mrs. Carson. “Morning, girls,” Ann almost laughed when she noticed the diapers in their hands “Who’s first?” “Unzip my onesie and change Amy; I’ll manage to undress myself and remove the wet diaper,” Peggy replied and turned her back to Ann. Ann nodded, unzipped Peggy’s onesie and headed towards the bathroom. Amy followed her and jumped onto the changing table. Ann removed the wet diaper and cleaned her diaper area. Meanwhile Peggy removed the onesie, ripped off the diaper tapes, took the baby wipes and cleaned her own diaper area. While Ann was diapering and dressing Amy, Peggy brushed her teeth and waited. As soon as Ann finished dressing Amy, Peggy jumped onto the changing table, Ann diapered her and Peggy jumped off the table and hurried up to the bedroom to put on the home wear. At breakfast, they talked about today’s schedule. Peggy explained her idea about splitting and Ann nodded: “If Melody and Emma take care of Amy, they can arrange another big girl time and I’ll take you to the playground. Anyway, we have to do some shopping first. Call Melody and tell her that they can babysit Amy in the afternoon.” After breakfast Peggy called Melody and told her about babysitting: “Mel, can you and Emma babysit Amy this afternoon and arrange a big girl afternoon for her? I’ll go to the playground to talk with her playmates.” “Of course,” Peggy could hear a distant laugh. “We’ll take her to a movie. You seem to like the toddler role. Wouldn’t you like to stay that little?” “To be honest, I’m not sure,” Peggy blushed and she was glad Melody couldn’t see her. “Okay, we will come about 2PM then.” Peggy hanged up the phone and Ann called her: “Get dressed and we’ll go shopping.” Ten minutes later they were walking towards the store; Ann was pulling a wheeled bag behind her, Amy and Peggy were walking along and holding each other at hands. Nobody could know that Peggy actually was leading Amy. While walking, Amy felt the movement in her bowels and she instinctively relaxed the muscles. A large amount of poop filled the back of her diaper. At that moment her bladder voided itself as well. She was a bit surprised by the big load but she didn’t care and continued Peggy also felt the growing pressure in her guts and the urge increased at every step. She tried to clench the muscles but it was vain. The mushy poop started filling the back of her diaper. Amy apparently noticed what happened and turned to Peggy. “Hey, did you poop? Don’t worry, mom will change you when we come home. I’ve pooped already.” Peggy shook her head only; she was afraid of the people at the store; the smell would be obvious. However Amy seemed to be comfortable with the full diaper between her legs. Ann also didn’t say anything and didn’t show any sign of worries. At the store Peggy tried to watch the other customers inconspicuously but she didn’t notice any unwanted attention. Ann did the shopping quickly and they left the store half an hour later and headed home. At home, Ann unloaded the groceries and turned to the girls: “Time to get cleaned, girls. Peggy, undress yourself and wait.” Amy jumped onto the changing table, Ann undressed her, untaped the soiled diaper and cleaned most of the poop: “Move to the tub, Peggy jump up on the table.” Ann cleaned Peggy and sent her to the tub as well. “Peggy, you can shower both yourself and Amy and I get clean diapers for you meanwhile.” Peggy nodded and showered herself first. Amy had to sit down and Peggy washed her as well. Ten minutes later both Amy and Peggy were diapered and dressed and Ann commenced cooking lunch. After lunch Amy had a short nap and Peggy with Ann sat down at the table to talk. Ann also made two cups of coffee. Peggy didn’t worry about the consequences anymore; she expected to pee a bit more. “Ann, could we ask the pendant again? I think I have an idea.” “Yeah,” Ann nodded and got the pendant. “Dear pendant, I asked you yesterday if something changed. Is it Amy’s experience?” One green flash. “If she experienced the big girl life, can she ask you to change back?” One green flash. “Do I change back?” No reply. “Do I have to agree to her change?” Two red flashes. “Can I ask you to stay like this?” One green flash. Peggy was taken aback. The pendant provided her an interesting option but she had to be careful. “Did I understand right? Amy can change back if she wants to and I can choose if I change back or not. Is that right?” One green flash.

13. With each day that passed, Chrissie felt that Hannah and Abby were treating him more like a baby than an adult, or even the toddler they told him he would be. They had conversations between them as if he weren’t in the room or capable of understanding big words, and when they did talk to him it was always in baby talk. If he tried to join in, he was reminded that he was only allowed to babble or use a few simple words like “mama” or “baba,” and definitely nothing else over a single syllable. He was increasingly referred to as “the baby,” a moniker that not long ago had been used for Cassie. Worse, his life became one of relentless tedium and a boring routine. Meals in the high chair where he watched the other three eat solid food while he was fed bland pureed food. Bottles of formula that made him gassy, or occasionally apple juice which seemed to run right through him into his diaper. Naps that he soon realized he needed as his energy level dropped. And that’s what worried him the most. While his mind knew he was a grown-up, his body was quickly adapting to infancy. He could barely toddle and usually crawled. He’d fall asleep nursing a bottle. His hand-eye coordination diminished to the point that he couldn’t find his mouth with a spoon and needed to be fed. But worst of all was his growing incontinence. For a couple of days he had hung on, mostly anyway, holding his bladder back and peeing only when he needed to go badly. And he was proud of controlling his bowels, again mostly, until right before an anticipated diaper change. But lately he hadn’t noticed the need to pee, and the first sign that he needed to poop was when he smelled his diaper already filled and stinky. He needed to get this under control quickly before his first week was done so that he could show Hannah and Abby that he was ready to move back into training pants. He wasn’t sure how many days had passed. Was it five, maybe six? His potty chart, his only way to keep track of the days gone by, had disappeared off the fridge when he went back into diapers Each day seemed to blend into the next and he wasn’t always sure if he was waking up after a long night’s sleep or from a two-hour nap. Today, though, he was pretty sure that it was Saturday because Abby had been in charge of his care while Hannah was busy cleaning and fussing in the kitchen, although she might have been home because it was a workshop day for the teachers. If it was the weekend, that meant that a week had passed since he had been put back into diapers and his probationary period was over. When would Hannah and Abby talk with him about taking the next step up? He’d tried so hard to be good. As he laid in his crib pondering all of this, his diaper wet and messy, he heard laughter and shouting from multiple voices downstairs. It seemed like a party, although maybe it was just the two women watching television. But no. He could now distinguish younger, more giggly conversation coming from down the hall, probably Abby’s room. That was odd. Did each of them have guests over? If that was the case, would Hannah or Abby be able to sneak away and change him before he got a rash? It was all too stressful. Chrissie held his favorite stuffed elephant close and pulled the blanket up over his head. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Hannah and four other women were on their third bottle of wine. Hannah decided that everyone was lubricated enough that she could broach the subject of why she’d invited them and their daughters over. “Ladies, I’m sure you’ve heard rumors about my husband, or maybe our girls have been talking and mentioned something to you. You already know that since his accident Chrissy has been both unable to perform in bed and had nighttime issues keeping the bed dry.” One of the women snorted giddily. “Well, I need to tell you a story.” Hannah went on describe the events of the past week to the delighted reactions of the women, who by the end were begging to get a glimpse of their friend’s new baby girl. “We’re getting there,” Hannah told them with a smile. “And as much enjoyment as we’ve discovered we get from humiliating little Chrissy for her new status in the family, the real reason I want you to see her is that this will most likely be a long-term thing. Probably even years. That means there’ll be times when I want to go out for a little fun and companionship...” the ladies hooted in agreement... “and Abby won’t be available to watch over her new sister. Your daughters have a babysitting club and I’m going to want to use their services. I figured you might have reservations about their being alone with a grown man. Once you see her and I prove her inability to be any sort of a threat, I don’t think you’ll have any doubts about their safety. Now, shall we move upstairs?” The gaggle of happy women moved as one up the stairs, pausing outside the closed door labeled “Nursery” with a wooden plaque on the door. Hannah turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped aside. “Oooohh,” was their first reaction as they took in the sea of pink frills, then “Eww,” as the scent of the diaper pail assailed their noses. “Haven’t smelled that in awhile,” said one. Soon all eyes moved to the crib, where the mound hiding under a pink blanket was trying to remain invisible. Hannah moved over to the rails. “Chrissy, you have guests who want to meet you,” she said softly. When she received no response, she lifted the edge of the blanket and walked down the length of the crib, pulling it as she went. The women were initially stunned into silence, then broke into a loud cacophony of laughter and squeals. Before them sat the spitting image of a baby girl, only larger. She wore a red dress with white polka dots and a white Peter Pan collar, lacy trim at the hem, and scalloped sleeves. Frilly socks covered her feet and a white diaper cover with light red lace across the bottom peeked out from under the dress. A red floral bow ornamented her hair. Chrissy sucked furiously on her pacifier, her face almost red enough to match her dress. “Can we get a closer look?” asked an attractive redhead. Hannah lowered the side rail. The woman reached in and stroked Chrissy’s cheek, softly cooing, tugged teasingly on the ring of the binkie, then lifted her dress and put her hand on her crotch before leaning in and sniffing. “She needs changing, Hannah.” “Yes, I think our noses already came to the same conclusion,” Hannah answered. “And that gives me the chance to show you what I mean.” She assisted her reluctant husband down from the crib then let go of his hand. He toddled two steps in the direction of the changing table before toppling to the floor and crawling the rest of the way. Once there he again needed Hannah’s help to climb onto the table.” “As you can see, she’s as weak as any other baby,” she commented as she pulled the wide Velcro strap across his chest. “She’s clearly not capable of any aggressive behavior. Now as I change her I’ll put her sexual capabilities to the test.” “Oh, can I help?” Jess’ mom Shelly asked enthusiastically. “Are you sure?” Hannah replied with a smile. “It’s pretty nasty.” “Of course. She can’t help being a little Miss PooPoo pants.” Shelly untaped the diaper and lowered the front down. The resultant vision of a shriveled, hairless penis and the noxious odor unleased from within brought on shrieks of derision from the assembled group. “Okay, Shelly,” Hannah told her. “Try to make it hard.” Giggling, Shelly took Chrissy’s member in hand, stroking it and manipulating it for several minutes with no reaction. Reaching over to the cart, she grabbed the bottle of baby oil and poured a generous amount onto his crotch, repeating her ministrations. As before, he stayed as limp and unresponsive as a true infant. Just as Shelly was about to give up, her hand grew warm and wet with a stream of pee. The women all roared with glee as Shelly reached for the baby wipes, first for her hand and then to begin the unpleasant task of cleaning up the baby’s bottom. Hannah smiled, her point proven. Once the change as complete, they moved back downstairs, placing Chrissy in the playpen, and opened another bottle of wine. Meanwhile, Abby had been having the same discussion with her friends. Like their mothers, they were delighted with the opportunity to meet the baby and to eventually take care of her, at double their usual rates. Abby was careful to set out the rules that her mother had told her to pass on. “It might be hard at first, but you have to treat my dad like any other baby girl you babysit. That means talking to her like a baby, no adult conversation, feeding and changing her, and playing baby games. If you turn on the tv, it has to be age appropriate. Trust me, after a while you won’t think of her as an adult, especially after a couple of dirty diaper changes. It’s only been a week and I mostly forget that she’s not a real infant.” “Do you have a stroller? Can we take her to the park and put her on the slides or in the sandbox?” Jess asked, her eyes gleaming in anticipation. “You know what, that never occurred to me,” Abby answered thoughtfully, her mind racing with new possibilities. “I’ll have to check with my mom.” As they were talking there was a soft knock on the door and Hannah entered, giving the thumb’s up signal. “All of your moms signed off on you as babysitters,” she announced to cheers from the teens. “We’re going to celebrate by going out to dinner. I’ve left money on the table for pizza. Do you think you’re up to watching the baby tonight for a couple of hours?” No reply was necessary, as all five girls jumped up from Abby’s bed and nearly trampled Hannah on their way out the door. Abby stopped as she reached her mom, then smiled as they gave each other a high five. Epilogue “It all worked out exactly as you said it would” Hannah told Emily Strong when the pediatrician called to check up on how her special powder had worked out. “It’s been about a month now and other than her size she’s indistinguishable from any other baby. No boobs yet but her emotional outbursts are something to see. Your concoction works almost too well; the little stinker poops herself three or four times a day. Of course we don’t change her that often so we’ll probably have to come in soon with a bad case of diaper rash. What’s that? Sure, I’ll call your office to set up a three-month exam. “I have to run now, I’ve got to finish getting ready and the sitter will be here any minute. What, you think Abby is the only one with a date tonight? Of course, let’s get together for lunch soon. Better yet, drop by and get a peek at your creation. Bye.” Hannah finished putting in her earrings and took a look in the mirror. Yes, she still had what it takes even as the mother of three. She’d better text Abby that she may not be home tonight. As she passed the nursery she heard Chrissy crying. Probably needs a change or a bottle, but the babysitter can handle that. She doesn’t want to keep her date waiting.

Heritage It had been a busy few months. I had finished the redecoration of most of Pembroke. My tour of inspection took me all around the house, but when I was on the landing I heard some giggling coming from the nursery. I opened the door to find Kate sitting cross-legged in the cot, and Liz sitting on the changing table. "What on earth are you two doing there?" I said, taken completely by surprise. My twins were twenty-one now, and about to start their final year at college. Kate is a bit mature to be in a cot, even with the side down; her five-foot-ten frame would hardly fit inside anyway. I knew that because I had already tried my own five-ten frame in there. "Just having some fun!" replied Liz, swinging her long legs beside the table. "We were talking about how it used to be in here. It's the part of Pembroke that we remember most. Lots of nights spent here. Good times. Glad to see you have kept it much the same....But why?" "Well, in case we have children to stay, of course." It was a point I had made with Matt, who had asked which children would that be. Fair enough - we were a bit short of them at the moment, only Percy's grandchildren qualified; Viola had a daughter of eight, and Alice had two of five and seven. Juliet had a grand-daughter who was ten, and just finishing up, but still might need "Pembroke Rules" The family gene had expressed itself in them, and all three were incontinent. They had been frequent visitors to Pembroke, and the nursery had been retained to meet their special needs. I argued that we might find ourselves saddled with them from time to time; indeed, they would be welcome here, as it was their ancestral home as well as ours. That was the official reason - but I had reasons of my own to want to keep it. I planned to relive some of my own memories from time to time. Preferably when there was no-one else around. Liz stopped swinging her feet, and held her legs out straight, toes touching. "Are you sure it is just for them?" she said softly, "Don't you have some affectionate memories of those days? ...We certainly do!" "How do you mean?" I prevaricated. I was now on the defensive, and up against two intelligent minds who knew me so well."Surely you don't want to go back to those days!" Kate pursed her lips and spoke. "Oh, nappies were not so bad. The feeling of security, the knowledge that we wouldn't wake up in a cold wet bed with a long time to go before we would be allowed to get up, and then to face an angry parent." Liz brushed her auburn hair back out of her face. "The comfort, the peaceful feeling... Being wrapped up snug and warm.... and safe. It might have been humiliating, but a wet bed is even more so." "Not having to get out of our nice warm beds and go to the cold lavatory, cold feet on the lino floor, all making it much worse. So much nicer just to lie back, let it go, and get back to sleep in a few moments." added Kate. They had the habit of finishing each other's sentences. "Don't you remember that?" I did, and it was true. There was the knowledge that I would never be chided for having wet my nappy, but I would be in for a very rough time if I wet the bed. It came back to me every time I had to get up in the night. There were so many times I wished I could be wearing a nappy instead, but grown-ups are not supposed to think that way. Grown-ups had to think of washing the nappies afterwards. It's called "responsibility" and you can have all too much of it. "Well, no-one's stopping you" I replied - it was time to go onto the offensive. "You can wear nappies at night if you want to. Or in the day, for that matter. As long as you wash them or use disposables." There was a sudden silence. My counter-attack had been successful. The counter-counter-attack came from a different quarter. "That picture Spike painted..." mused Kate, "I wonder where he got the idea from? It's not an obvious thing to do." "He was the perfect pervert," I replied, "And he knew me very well indeed." Too well, I thought. He had the emotional insight of a true artist, and he'd sussed me out. Pity the woman who has an all-too-perceptive lover. "He knew about you being made to wear nappies, then? Until you were almost a teenager?" came back Liz. I nodded. It was simply true. "Did he put you into nappies again?" said Kate, once again following her twin sister's line of thought. Slowly, I nodded. He really was a demon lover, and could see right through me. "Did he enjoy humiliating you?" Yes, he did. It gave him control of me. But I enjoyed it. The long, slow foreplay, the ritual, the intimacy. I didn't object. "I used to enjoy it when you were putting us to bed." said Liz, "It was the only time we felt really close to you. You were always out at work during the day, on business, travelling. We had just that one hour with you when you put us to bed, the chance to speak our minds and really talk to you." Kate added: "It wasn't so bad in the mornings either. "If I wanted to pee, and my nappy was already wet, I didn't have to get up and go to the nasty cold bathroom, I could just let it all go. If I took my nappy off, I would be in for a scolding. And there was the attention we got in the mornings, too." I was crushed. All those years of being a supermodel, and then a businesswoman, and they had really wanted me there with them all that time. "We had to make a living. To make a home for you." It was the best I could come up with. A pause. "I cherished those moments as well. Having you close to me, warm and soft, feeling the life within you. I would love to be able to re-live that." I felt my tears welling up. Liz slipped down off the changing table and came to my side. Kate arrived a moment later and we wrapped our arms around each other, and I stood there with my daughters' heads on my shoulders. I wished that loving moment could have lasted forever.

It's always fun when this time of year rolls around, and holiday themed stories make their appearance. The same can be said about Halloween. I had hoped to write one of my own for Halloween, but that didn't happen. This idea popped in my head last week. I'm hoping I'll be able to finish it by the end of the month, but I don't want to make promises that I can't keep, and I don't want to rush a story and get stressed out. It takes place in the Diaper Dimension. If you're unfamiliar with that content, there are a ton of amazing stories on this site that can bring you up to speed. I didn't create any of the setting, just borrowed ideas along the way, and its impossible to give full credit where credit is due. This is not a smutty story. More of a PG-13 kind of thing. I don't plan on using any bad or unsavory language, and there's no scenes where you need to cover your eyes. Also, no Littles were harmed in the production of this story. Well, at least not in chapter one. Thanks for reading. ..... The Present(s) - 1 Arrival, 2 Anticipation, 3 Agreements, 4 Antechamber, 5 Actualization pt 1, 6 Actualization pt 2, 7 Acceptance, 8 Awareness, 9 Ambush, 10 Almost midnight, 11 At Midnight, 12 After Midnight 1 Arrival The present. The ‘here and now’. The ‘what’s happening’. The ‘very second’. That’s where James Park tried to keep his head. To keep his focus on what he was doing, not thinking about the past or future, only trying to move from one moment to the next. He had to maintain that mindset, because life was rough for a Little in a Big world. For James there was only the next job, and the next job would be his last. A comforting thought, but that was also thinking into the future. A Little ‘no, no’. There were pitfalls in his line of work, nothing could be taken for granted, and losing focus was dangerous. While on this side of town, every thought counted, every action was under scrutiny, and every word could be used against him. He had to set his mind right if he planned on avoiding what happens to Littles who make mistakes. In the present, he stood shivering on a sidewalk opposite from an impressive skyscraper, scrying the busy intersection for a spot to make it across the street. A picturesque snowfall hushed the loud city street around him. It possibly could have been comforting, if James wasn’t so concerned about being late. He tightened his navy overcoat across his chest, his chin length dirty blonde hair had collected white flakes at the tips. It wasn’t a bitter cold. It was crisp, precise, on point with the season. However, it was a different story when the wind would kick up. A quick gust almost pulled the tiny scrap of paper from his hands. A paper with a place, a time, and a promised payout. An Amazon couple slowly strolled his way from further than the sidewalk. Their loving arms entwined and wandering eyes on the hanging wreaths and colored lights. They carried on in empty conversation and laughter. James turned away to pretend he wasn’t there, but he felt their eyes linger as they passed. He was used to the looks, but he wasn’t used to being late, or being called up at the last minute. It raised his hackles. The present. He needed to get across the street. Contracts were quite specific on arriving on time. Unfortunately, there was no stop to these cars. He again jumped to press the button to trigger the crosswalk, then jumped a third and fourth time, but he doubted he had the force necessary to change the light. This side of town wasn’t built with him in mind. His flailing about caught the watchful eyes of a Big doorman from the tower on the other side of the street. The man was tall and dressed in a red uniform, standing guard in front of a wide array of gold trimmed glass doors. James knew he had the man’s attention, this guy was a helper of sorts, and he’d help him get past this traffic. The two made eye contact, exchanged a pair of nods, and the doorman pulled a shiny brass whistle to his lips as he walked into the road, raising a hand to part the cars. Deep down, he hated the favor. Or that he needed the favor. He also hated the man’s condescending smile. Even if James tried to return a polite one. But what he hated most was the way he called him ‘Little guy’. “Hey Little guy,” the doorman said as he pressed a white glove against his back, hurrying James across the street. “I assume that you’re here for the party?” There was something about that smile that wasn’t right. As sinister as it was genuine. James answered, “Um. That’s right.” The Little struggled to keep pace with the Giant’s larger strides while cowering from blinding headlights. What was at the waist of a Big was eye level for a Little, and the high beams burned from both sides. When they got to the curb, the doorman gave a final tug to the back of his jacket, sending James stumbling over the sidewalk almost into the glass doors. The doorman spoke. “Now what do you say, kid?” James wasn’t a kid, but it wasn’t worth the argument. Not on this side of town, not against this man. It was all a job, all a performance. That’s how he learned to swallow that pride like poison and keep his mind on the present. He gave a slight bow. “Thank you, sir.” The taller man ruffled his hair with a gloved hand before opening the door for him. Then all at once he was inside. Away from the cold wind, snide doorman, and into a busy lobby. The Giant room was tall and wide, an open space like a concert hall, with the acoustics to match. It would probably echo had it been empty, but it was full of life. Lively ropes of garland hung from the walls, spiraling trees filled with ornaments in every possible corner, and there was even a robotic oversized Santa mechanically waving at passersby. James could hear its jolly laughter over the brassy holiday music that filled the air over the throng of people seemingly everywhere. All three types were present in the lobby, highlighting the caste system based on size. The tall Amazons moved about with confident authority, manning stations and desks, or other ones seated on plush chairs and sofas, sharply dressed presumably for their holiday party. Betweeners hustled about fulfilling the Big’s wishes to prove that they were worthy of being above Littles, or at least they hoped. Then there were the others, the Littles, the ones so very out of place. Against a wall stood a long line of about twenty or thirty in a row, like a band of preschoolers on a field trip, anxiously awaiting — they couldn’t possibly all be there for the party, could they? James didn’t know that there would be others like him, or he wouldn’t have taken the job. Suddenly, things didn’t feel right, and he was about to turn around when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was warm and feminine, but also firm and binding, like his contract. So there was no getting out of this. She chirped, “What’s your name, Little guy?” There it was again. James spun around wielding a fake happy face. He followed the hand on his shoulder to a perky Tweener with wide open eyes, like she was excited to see everything. She wore business casual, lots of makeup and a lopsided Santa hat. There was a tablet in her hands and a walkie clipped to her belt. Party coordinator, Little wrangler, or for this job, possibly his boss. “I’m James Park, and I’m here for the party.” “Oh, you look so excited! Let me check if you’re in the right place.” She tapped a pen along the edge of the computer screen until she found his name. Unfortunately, he was in the right place. “It looks like you’re partners with Kinsey tonight,” she said as she pointed to a Little girl moping against the wall like the rest. “I’m Jennifer, but you can call me Jenny. Or Miss Jenny. Whatever is easiest to say.” James hesitated. “Jenny, I didn’t know there were others. I mean, I normally work alone, and I— “ “You’re nervous, I can tell.” Jenny reached around and rubbed his back, then he felt the slight push towards Kinsey and the other Littles lined against the wall. “I bet you’ll feel better about things after making new friends. Kinsey is super nice, maybe she’s single and ready to mingle.” The present. He was just another Little in a long line. Jenny lied. Kinsey didn’t seem nice, just pretentious and bored, and anything but kind. Though she looked pretty in that fashion conscious black dress, so that was something. They exchanged polite greetings before spending the next few minutes in silence. He kept glancing her way, expecting her to say something, anything. He looked around at the other Littles of all kinds, like someone pressed a randomizer button, and the Littles of every flavor popped out of a machine. Dark hair, Light hair, short hair, long hair, tomboys and girly boys, every color of a Little rainbow, and every single one dressed in their best to impress. However, he and Kinsey practically looked the same. Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, down to their button noses. Most of the other partners were talking with one another, James thought it was proper to at least attempt the same. “So Kinsey, what brings you here?” He grimaced. It came out awkward despite all of the courage he spent to break the ice. Kinsey recrossed her arms and slid further down the wall before loudly sighing. “I was told they only invited professionals, and now I’m stuck with a newbie.” A newbie? She might as well have called him a baby. A pretty strong insult coming from the mouth of a fellow Little. James leaned into her personal space. He took crap from Bigs and Tweeners, but when it came to his own size, nope. “I’m not a newbie, I’ve been around, this isn’t my first time with Amazons. I’ve probably been working longer than you.” “Oh, yeah.” Kinsey side-eyed him for a hundredth time. “What exactly do you do, James?” It wasn’t really a secret, but he didn’t exactly want to admit to his line of work. He shook his head. “Nah, you first.” Kinsey delicately placed both palms on her chest. “Easy. I’m a model. You may have seen some of my work, but judging by the fact that you’re wearing last year when it’s almost next year — you haven’t.” James felt that burn. On the inside. She asked, “What about you, Little guy?” Oh, man. He felt the heat rise, like a soft blush from spiked eggnog, it settled into his cheeks. James cleared his throat, there was no way the truth would put a stop to this ridicule. Neither would a lie. “I’m a singer,” James answered. “What kind of singer?” Kinsey turned her head as if she knew she was prying him apart. Alright, time to get honest. James worked as a singing telegram. He sang Little ditties in babyish costumes for tips, traveling around to different offices and events — basically embarrassing himself in front of Amazons for hard cash. He would like to think it was worth it, but even at his last gig, he still wasn’t sure. Simply put, it paid the bills and zero chance for social promotion. Even by a Little’s standards. The job also didn’t have the best of reputations. Mostly by a Little’s standards. There was something about giving the Amazons what they expected of Littles that aggravated everyone else his size. There was a usual song and dance to his — his song and dance. A routine of sorts. Show up wearing their silly costume, sing your little song, and collect your little paycheck. It was all demeaning, of course. The songs were standard Little music: ‘I’m a Little Teapot’, ‘Ba-Ba Black Sheep’, or whatever preschool jam was popular or relevant for the affair. Also, it was important to be cute, but not too cute, just the right amount of cute. That’s what the costumes were all about. The pre-made costumes were a tad bit infantilizing, always short shorts, sometimes coveralls, or worse, with snappies between the legs and zippers that ran down the back. But he set his limits: no dresses and no diapers. It had to be said. There were others he worked with that didn’t set those limits, those that didn’t mind showing up for a show thickly padded, which James thought was an invitation to disaster. However, he couldn’t blame them. They were in the business of getting tips, it was part of the territory. Push the envelope, reap the rewards. He had done the same himself, his longer hair was a part of that game. James had more than once been a target of suggestions for barrettes or pigtails. Kinsey prodded again. “What kind of singer, James?” They had a name for singing telegrams, more embarrassing than the job itself. He couldn’t bear telling her. She stopped, then grinned. “Don’t tell me that you’re a Gramcracker.” “Fine, I won’t tell you that,” James snapped back. It took a moment for her to believe him, like he fabricated his lifestyle just for this little talk; but when she figured it out, her whole demeanor changed. From apathetic to downright angry, and in rapid time. “You’ve got to be kidding me, diaper-bait.” She pressed a finger into his chest. “You mess this up for me, I swear-” Miss Jenny hustled by with her tablet, and Kinsey halted her brow beating until the Tweener passed. “I can’t believe I’m partners with a stupid Little like you,” Kinsey whispered. “You’re one to be talking,” James defended himself. “What’s so bad about what I do for money, huh?” “I shouldn’t have to explain it to you, I just can’t wait to hear your cute Little singing voice. Just try not to pee your pants and get us both put in diapers.” “Like you’ve never worn a diaper before,” James scoffed. Kinsey became suddenly alert, he definitely struck a nerve with his comment on diapers. “What are you suggesting, Gramcracker?” He knew he shouldn’t push her buttons, but the way she called him Gramcracker gave him no choice. “What kind of fashion magazines are you in? Little fashion, or ‘Little’ fashion? Emphasis on the Little part, I bet you’ve been padded more than your fair share.” James barely had a chance to smirk before Kinsey wheeled him against the wall. Her index finger was under his chin like a knife. “What I’ve had to wear because of stupid Littles like you is none of your business. If I wore a diaper, it meant I could be trusted in one without using it. Now, it'd be best for you to shut your mouth until it’s time for your little jingle.” She added, “You got that, Gram-gram?” He gulped. Just then, Miss Jenny made another round with her walkie wildly squawking. Kinsey pretended her threatening finger to his throat was nothing more than a friendly embrace. “I’m so glad to see you two are getting along,” Jennifer gushed. “When the bells chime it’ll be time to head to the elevators so you guys can get properly dressed.” The pair of Littles just smiled back, angry claws still digging into one another. This was going to be a long night, James thought to himself. Kinsey probably thought the same. Who knew what partners meant, and James struggled on keeping this whole thing professional. Kinsey released him as soon as Jenny looked the other way. After that, James kept his mouth shut as things fell into motion. They were organized into couples of boys and girls, some girls and girls, some boys with boys. And they were forced to hold hands. They were hors d'oeuvres for the devilish tastes of the Amazons, made to order, and ordered to please. A chorus of bells sang out from everywhere, tinny small ones, toneful medium ones, and heavy bells that shook the bones. All at once the chaotic atmosphere changed into programming. The chaos became order, the music stopped, and the uneasy quiet of hushed voices and shuffling feet took over. The well-to-do Amazons were the first on the elevators, heading to the top floor to the party. The Tweeners made sure to write their drink orders and remind them of seating arrangements. Older Amazons in ball gowns and fancy headdresses gave the long line of Littles one last look before heading up and taking their creepy leering faces with them. One last job. Then no more. Last but not least, it came time for the Littles. A small group of Betweeners herded them through the lobby and cattled them together onto an elevator. A Big elevator could fit a lot of Littles, and all of them hopped aboard. Jennifer stood with her kind in the middle of the mass checking over details with another Betweener that had a walkie and tablet in tow. The elevator had a mirror for a ceiling, an overhead reflection that the Littles didn’t need. They all stared at their reflection as they looked up into one another, holding hands awaiting what awaited them. That's the issue with the future. The future is captivating. It tugs and pulls at the present until the mind isn't on what's currently happening, the mind is elsewhere in a nameless space, sharing dreams and nightmares of what’s yet to come. James could take a guess on where their minds were at this moment. Probably already on floor 100. Later that night, in the future when this present was past, James would reflect on this moment just like that overhead mirror. The bright eyes looking up to something they couldn't quite see, soaked in a frightful quiet because there were no words for this ‘feeling’. A feeling that couldn’t be described as terror, more like an anticipation for malice. The bad was coming, but they could hope that it wouldn’t be all bad. Or too bad. But if it got too bad it would eventually be over. That’s the way it was with Amazons. Everyone hoped it would be worth it, that metaphorical pot of gold on the otherside of this rainbow. The fame, fortune, or some other prize that brought them to this moment didn't matter anymore. They were there. James had to assume that they were mostly like him, or Kinsey. In show business or hospitality for the Bigs. Which meant contracts, and unions, or guilds, or whatever. Signed contracts were a two way street, what kept him in line also kept him in clean underwear. Life wasn’t easy being a Gramcracker in a shark tank, but there were legal protections in their union contracts. If they performed to specifications, they were untouchable. Unfortunately, paper could only do so much. Binding agreements didn’t stop the pinches to both sets of cheeks, top and bottom, but it kept the kidnappings at bay. The oddities of this assignment plagued him for some reason, so were his reasons for taking the path that led to this moment. This job was different, last minute, high paying. No pre-made costume, no set list. Only an address and a time to arrive. Kinda suspicious for a final show, but James could rationalize it. There was an extra zero on this check that wasn’t on the others. He’d go out with an end of year bonus and never be seen around these parts again. Once again his head was in the future. That future was coming closer by the second, as the elevator slowly climbed to floor 99. Floor 100 was the top of the building where there was a high end club housing this ‘party’, but floor 99 was for Littles and Tweeners, those who made this party a reality. What was reality? The present. Kinsey closed her fist tightly around his hand and gave it a painful squeeze. She whispered right into his ear. “I hate you.” James turned to whisper back. “Good. I hate you, too.” Ah, the present.

Attached article about recycling disposable diapers for use in asphalt to pave roads. Claim no smell! https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-solutions/2022/02/18/diaper-highway-nappy-recycling/

I don't get printed diapers. Mostly store brands I get at Goodwill that are white, tan or light blue. i do have some cloth backed TENA diapers that have their logos and printing, and Abena L4 with their special stripe, otherwise Betterdry is my preference for premium diapers. I do admit the MEGA MAX in black look pretty cool!

Hey Ken, Anymore visits with Barbara or the other lady? Always interesting to hear how everything is developing...

? Also, I've always loved that cover of that song. Sorry, but you're not even clooooose ? You'll see why next chapter, and then you'll get the idea of where it's heading in the epilogue. And its been hinted towards throughout all my stories... Eeeeeee I'm so excited!!!

Carla was getting the first to leave the nest next year she would ve going to University of Utah the same school her mother Rebbecca went to, and becoming a Lawyer. She had a Scholorship to play Softball there. At first she would be on the Junior Varsity. Cynthia, Laura, and Helga will be seniors. Marshall, lvan will be Juniors. Anistasia, Deanne will be sophmores! Deniese, Gayle will be in the 3rd grade. The twins will be 4 and Stewart Jr. Will be 2. Willy Wild and Moniica. Came and visited with them. Their son is 3 right behind the twins and before Stuart Jr. Monica's relatives that live near the Big Rock Candy Mountain one of them had a teenage daughter. She was getting a bit wild. Her relative was a widower and had no idea how to handle a wild girl like that! Somehow Monica and Willy ended up with her. After a few days with Monica and Willy the girl Veronica, was her name was tamed by Monica. Everybody started to say how well she behaved! Monica told most people that it was private between her and Veronica! She told Rebbecca and Stu. "When she got there she is still wetting her bed like me. She was thankful that she had somebody to listen. She was sure she was the only bedwetter in the whole world at 14 years old!" "I remember those days!" Said Rebbecca. "I assured her there were a lot of girls her own age here in town, that still wet their beds! I told her about Cynthia, Cyn. She called me a liar! I related how we met Cynthia and how she was living on the streets as an 18 year old. Got called a liar again. She thought you had been Cynthia's mom all along, and Denise's mom as well. Then l told her about you getting Denise, Cynthia and the twins, how on your maiden voyage, you got pregnant from Stu's saline bladders! As l'm telling her all this, her eyes were as big as saucers! Something else was bothering her it took a couple of days but she told me she liked boys and girls to date she is as Bi as l was. I told her how my mother used to scrub me with brillo pads. The beatings for being gay. She was crying by this point l hugged her. At first she was stiff but soon melted into it. I told her how I wished l could be her mom, l loved her that way. I think she needed a mom, l'm it for now. Her dad decided he didn't want her back, for now l am her mom. Now l know how you felt when you got Cynthia! I love her l really do! l dont see her as a sexual conquest. I really just want to be her mom!" "Now you know why we have taken in the whole Marshall clan and the Dzeniga kids and the two Seal girls, if l had the room l would take a hundred more! Well not a hundred maybe a dozen, well as many as they give me." Veronica was with Cynthia, Cyn, Laura, Deanne, and Anastasia was there as well. They were just talking. Anastasia and Veronica were just looking at each other. Cynthia was watching the two she thought they were going to fight maybe. All of the sudden they flew together but they were not fighting! They were kissing and hugging. Rubbing each other in diverse places, breasts and crotches. What the heck was going on the other 3 were wondering. Cynthia smiled they were in love! She had seen this while living on the streets!

Yeah, at least a little, lol. But how far into it should I look? I don’t really care about labels, but sometimes they help, and sometimes not having one is a hinderance. Ultimately in the end, it doesn’t matter because I know what I like and want. If I’m in the mood for [A], then I’ll do it. If I’d rather it be (B), then I’ll go with (B). I might not want either, to which I’ll lie around or whatever and just, you know…not. That’s what’s important. But again, sometimes having a label helps. It’s easier to give answers to questions about your sexuality when you can just say “gay/straight/bi; fem leaning” as opposed to “well, I like women, but I wouldn’t mind taking a load from that guy or getting handsy with him and her both,” etc. I’ve already talked about this a little bit with other people. Earlier in this thread, I saw a question get asked to OP that basically boiled down to “is it the person or the [kink]?” This is basically what someone else brought up to me, which has been on my mind too. Do I (currently) feel this way about myself because it’s truly how I feel, or am I feeling this way because the socks are making me feel good about myself? It’s already decided that I’m going to test it to see. Next time I gotta do laundry, I gotta wash the thigh highs too. When I do, I’ll go a week without wearing them to see if my opinion about myself changes. Well, the test is to see how I feel about taking certain selfies (a test to see how the socks affect my self confidence when being worn (sounds like a bad rpg mechanic lol)).

Chapter 14 The next morning, Zoe stretches the crinkle of her diaper fills the room. She pulls her arms away from Laphin and smiles at him, rubbing her eyes. She notices he's hugging a white tiger plush and sucking his thumb she giggles and shakes him gently. "Laphin? That thumb taste good?" Laphin grones. "I don't wanna wake up mommy…" Zoe blushes with a smirk. "Oh, I'm your mommy now?" Laphin grones more sitting up still sucking his thumb Zoe smirks at him. Suddenly his face goes beet red and yanks his thumb from his mouth. "P-please tell me I didn't just call you… that?" Zoe giggles. "You so did, but if little Laphin wants me to I can be his mommy~" He blushes and covers his face. Zoe reaches under his skirt and rubs his thigh moving closer to his diaper and touches it then looks worried. "Laphin… you are soaked, what in the world?" He frowns. "Again… I guess I really am just a baby…" Zoe frowns and hugs him. "No, you're not! You just… maybe wet the bed, lucky you got in diapers. We need to find Zev and Rie. You think mom err… Sawan, will let us out soon? Man, I already got used to calling her mom. This place really messes with your head quickly." No sooner than she said that Sawan walks into the room with bags of clothes and packs. "Oh good morning Laphin, Zoe~ " They smile and Laphin says. "Morning mommy" Swana giggles. "Your contract is over, you know? No more baby stuff unless you sign up more. But it sounds like you two need to get going if you're going to escape this world huh?" They look at each other and smile as Sawan lets the side down on the crib. They both jump out and Sawan gives Laphin and Zoe back all their stuff. "Here you go I even threw in some extra gold for the extra service from Zoe. I also milked myself for quite a while last night, Laphin. I gave you, oh I would say 10 bottles of milk." Laphin smiles big. "Yay thank you!" Then blushes as Zoe gives him the judging look. "You… Want that milk? It wasn't even that good." He looks down. "I-I just… I can't even imagine eating normal food anymore. It was just so good.. I'm sorry I'm weird…" Zoe frowns and bends down and hugs him, her diaper still dry pokes out from her dress. "Don't you worry about that? I like weird boys. Heh" Laphin smiles big and hugs back. Swana smiles. "Oh and Zoe you seem comfortable being a girl right?" She looked confused but nodded. "Ya… uhh you could say it's natural to me heh…" Swana smiles. "Great! I put a thing of pills in your bag. Take 3 a day and after the first day you will begin to grow boobs and will be able to lactate" Zoe blushed like Crazy. "W-why would I need that?" Laphin’s mouth was hanging open, drooling and staring at Zoe. It was clear he wanted to try her milk. Zoe blushes and grones. "As you can see, Laphin might starve if not." She closes her eyes. "F-fine fine!" Swana giggles and hugs them both. "Thanks so much for this. Both my son's died before birth… so I never got to be a mommy" She begins to cry and they both hug back, Feeling bad. Laphin speaks up. "Umm if you want you can change me back to my normal clothing." He says shyly with a small blush and smile. Swana smirks. "I think that's up to Zoe, she owns your key." He whines. "Z-Zoe… please" She sighs looking at his sad face. "Ya ya… change him back to normal… but put him back in a new diaper." Swana smiles. "Ok can do~" Laphin’s picked up. "B-but I don't need them!" Zoe smiles. "Well keep it dry for a day and I won't make you wear them ok? It's just in case! I'll wear them with you ok? I just don't want you to have an accident in public." Laphin begins to be unclothed and put in a new diaper. "Ok…" Zoe looks down at her cute dress. If only it covered her diaper better she might consider keeping it on. She sighs and shrugs as she undresses and puts on her old shirt and skirt from before the babying. It was much longer than her dress completely covering her padding. Laphin is sat down after being changed into some childish boy's clothes. His diaper poked out from the top of his pants. "Looking cute Laphin. Though I preferred the dress~" Laphin blushes walking close, putting on his backpack. "Don't tease me… it makes my dick hurt…" Zoe gets a grin. "Oh, does someone have a humiliation kink?" He looked confused. "I-I don't know? What's a kink?" She sighs. "I'll tell you on the way to the tavern to find Rie and Zev. Thanks for everything, Miss Sawan!" Swana smiles and waves, Laphin smiles and waves back as well. "Bye MO-Sawan" He tries to hide his face getting close to Zoe Laphin grabs her hand and she looks down at him and smiles. He was like a child. This little experience has really changed the little guy. Even though he still looked the same age and everything. On their way, Zoe would explain kinks on the way as he probably needed to be told as he was getting a bit sex addicted. Now with Zev and Rie as they are cuddled together in bed when Rie wakes up. his face goes red and slowly gets up her hand was gripped into Zevs diapered crotch. She knew this was wrong for some reason but couldn't remember why. When Zev wakes up he sits up rubbing his eyes and sees his diaper and that Rie is now a female and blushes. "... So it wasn't a dream. I don't know what came over me last night but I was like I lost control." Rie goes to speak her voice now way more Girly than last night. "Whatever, let's never speak of this… let's get dressed and find Zoe and Laphin. They should have been back by now." Zev nods and he jumps up and puts on some of the childish clothing he had to wear when his clothing was stolen. He sighs. "I can't believe I agreed to let you sell my clothes." Rie giggles. "You also gave me ownership of you." She said with a smirk. Zev shivers. "I hate the sound of that, but why does it turn me on?" She smiles and sits on the bed, her legs wide open. Her soggy diaper is shown off from under her skirt. "Before you change my diaper. I want you to put your face into my piss-soaked diaper." Zev clearly only gets more turn on slowly gets closer before dropping to his knees. "Damn it… why am I enjoying this, fuck me!" As he slams his face into her diaper, Rie grabs his head and forces him to smell the soggy diaper. This also turned her on as she let out small moans. "Good boy~" Rie says as Zevs little goat tail wags back and forth. After a while, he's let go and gets to pull away. He breathes heavily. "Fuck...I hate that smell is now turning me on!" Rie lays back. "Shhh now change me before we go out." Zev sighs and just nods, getting a new diaper and cleaning stuff changing Rie into a new diaper. She smiled and rubbed her clean diaper. "Good boy~" Zev crosses his arms but his tail is still wagging. "Can we go now?" Rie gets up pulling her skirt down. "Sure." They leave and both meet Laphin and Zoe in the middle of town. It was clear how obvious Zevs diaper was. Rie's a girl now and has her diaper showing. Laphin’s diaper shows off above his pants line. And Zoe’s was the only one not noticeable in a diaper. Zev looked at Laphin, Laphin looked at Zev, and Rie and Rie looked down at Laphin; they all 3 blushed, and Zoe giggles. Laphin speaks up. "I-I won't talk about it if none of you don't." Zev and Rie nod. Rie crosses his arms. "It's for The best… anyways so anyone got a clue what we should be doing?" Laphin thinks for a moment. "Well… honestly I'm not sure? I'm sure this game doesn't give information right away because they want us lost and to uhh… well you know." He grips Zoes hand tight. Zoe speaks up. "That blizzard guy said something about his 'daddy'. That must be the guy that has… well done whatever it is to this island, making us all crazy." Zev raises an eyebrow. "All of us? So you've been having the same stuff? You still look somewhat normal?" Zoe sighs and with a blush pulls her skirt up some, revealing her padding but quickly lowers it. "I'm only doing it for Laphin! He's been having accidents at night! It makes him more comfortable" Laphin blushes making noises. "N-no I'm not she's lying!" Rie giggles and blushes crouching in front of Laphin. "Don't worry… I got permanent... stuff too but not only at night." She winks, Laphin smiles and blushes more. "R-really? What about Zev? Why's he in a diaper too?" Zev blushed and was about to speak but Rie cut him off. "Because that big boy sold himself to me. I own him." Laphin tilts his head thinking of Zoe having the key to his crotch. Rie goes to speak but Zoe plugs his ears, Laphin looks more confused and looks up at Zoe. All she did was smile. She was not about to let Laphin hear about Rie having a sex slave. After a bit she removes them. "Then we cuddled in bed. But I need a collar and leash for Zev. And to stop by the shop to sell some things." Zev looked annoyed. "Look, I'm not your actual pet! Can you just forget that happened?" Rie smirks. "If I got to be a girl that finds you attractive and you like me. Well one of us has to be the bitch right? Now Zevy tell me, Who's the bitch?" He glares. "I'll show you who's a bitch when i-" Rie puts her finger on his mouth. "Zev. who's. the. bitch." Rie’s hand glowed almost like a spell was cast. Zev grumbles. "I am…" Rie smile. "Good boy, I can already see you getting turned on." Zev's diaper was poking out a bit, Laphin blushed seeing it poke out like that, and whined, letting out a whimper rubbing his diaper against his cage. He looks at Zoe with hope. "Well if you're all letting out secrets I can say something. Laphin might be getting a bit… sex addicted so if you can please not talk like this in front of them that would be great. We had to cage him to keep him good." Laphin blushed in shame. Zev and Rie both blushed. "That's kinda cute…" They both say Zev blushed looking away and Rie looked the other way. "God who knew you were both so gay… Jesus…if you touch one inch of my little boy without my permission I'll make you both my bitch and make sure you love it understand!" They both gulp. "Y-yes ma'am" They both say. Zoe giggles. "Good, now let's try to find information on this daddy guy!" They walk around town asking people stuff before they make it back to the tavern and sigh, getting no information. Rie was the only one a bit wet without noticing. They sit down at the bar and see Sawan. "Oh, hello Zoe and Laphin! And Rie and Zev, nice to see you both as well." Zoe and Laphin blush. "Oh ya… we were out searching for information on some… daddy guy? One of the adult babies in the cave said something about his daddy." Swana gets closer. "I probably shouldn't say this but I owe you." Zev and Rie look curious at them both. Swana continues. "The man who is in control of these adult baby's is Jason. Our soon-to-be king. Unfortunately, the young prince hasn't left his castle in a very long time. No one knows what goes on there but few people are allowed in. His name is jack. He Used to be a cute kid… wait how would I know that?" She holds her head. "Umm anyways, maybe that helps?" Laphin thinks for a while. "Jason makes people change into babies? But why?" She kinda shrugs. "Honestly not Sure? there's a rumor that he hates adventures so he turns them into sex addicted, males, females, baby's adult baby's. You name it. I hear he's bi but definitely a forceful guy? Maybe it just turns him on? Or maybe there's something else going on? Couldn't tell you though. " Laphin smiles. "Well, thanks for the information! Gives us an idea of what we need to do. Are there any quests we can do? Oh, and how's the bounty on Rie going?" She smiles. "Rie's all clean, as for a quest I would head back to revalavile and look for the adventures guild. It's a guild run by people like you. Most of whom grew back up here." Zev looks confused. "Grew… back up?" She laughs awkwardly. "Ya like they all got regressed to a few months old and grew up all over again. The more and more they grow up again the more their minds lose it before they become a slave to Jason most likely." They all shiver. Rie speaks up. "I could probably live with my friends here fucking with me and whatever but once it becomes someone else… That's scary." They all nod. They were all growing very close to each other. Zoe sighs "Well thanks for the information, Hey Sawan can we stay tonight and leave tomorrow?" She smiles. "Why of course! Now kiddos don't forget to change your diapers before you all sleep!" They all blush, kinda ignoring her Zev and Rie go to one room and Laphin and Zoe to another. Zoe waves awkwardly at them. "Uhh, I hope. You two get along well in there, heh." Rie winks. "Want to join us?" Laphin almost looked interested when he was pushed into the room by a blushing Zoe she growled. "Stupid pervs!" Laphin looks down. "Sounded fun…" Zoe sighs. "N-no no I didn't mean you are a perv for liking it it's not your fault!" She sighs and Laphin smiles at her "You're super nice to me… it makes my dick hurt more…" She shakes her head and laughs. "Ok fine you big baby I'll make sure it doesn't hurt anymore today, ok?" She pushes him back to the bed and slowly begins to remove his pants then un-tape his diaper. She then pulls out a key and unlocks his cage and it was almost as quick as his dick grew to full size. "Now uhh… -" She was cut off by Laphin grabbing himself and beginning to rub it out of desperation. "Zoe it feels so good~" Zoe was finding it hard not to enjoy it but grabbed his hands and stopped him and pinned him to the bed. "H-hey no please let me, Zoe!" He begged. "If I let you, tomorrow you're my sissy girl, understand?" He whines. "But...ok whatever, please! I'm begging you!" Zoe smirks. "Ok don't touch anything yourself I'll do it~" She gets off him and lifts his butt off the diaper a bit, hanging him off the bed as she begins to stick one of her fingers up his butt he yelps. "Zoe!" She giggles. "Girls love having things in their butts relax~" She begins to rub his dick and go in and out his but making him moan and groan. She goes super slow knowing he's super easy to excite being so new. Laphin's tongue was hanging out as she was starting to use two fingers up his butt pushing back and forth in and out making him bounce back and forth. "Z-Zoe I…. I Ahhh!" He screams as he cums everywhere all on Zoe, her hand, and bit on her face with some on her shirt. She blushed being covered but was so turned on by Laphin. He looked exhausted. She got down on the bed herself and removed her padding and flopped it down showing her Clit. "Laphin, sweetie. I want to teach you how to please a woman next ok?" He looked confused but nodded. He got closer. "Now Laphin, I want you to lick all right here." She showed him the spot to lick. He blushed, it sounded so gross but he couldn't say it didn't sound hot to try. "Laphin, remember you owe me. Don't let me suffer." He whines as he gets closer and begins to lick and start to enjoy the taste. He pulls back, getting tired. "How much longer…?" She smirks. "I can last a lot longer than a baby like you. Just keep going you will know promise~" So he continues getting more experimental with his tongue going as deep as possible. Zoe was moaning in pleasure. It soon got to the point where she exploded in his face. He screamed before licking some that got on his mouth. "Mmm… is that supposed to be good…?" She nods at him smiling. She hugs him and they lay there and soon fall asleep. Later in the night though, Zoe wakes up grabbing her bag and swallows the pills, and goes back to sleeping with Laphin. Seems Rie and Zev had their own fun time but it was just another night as this slowly was becoming normal for them all. At this point, they are all slowly growing a diaper fetish. Even all of them are bringing to like their new roles. But one thing is for certain they all still want to escape this hell and return home and back to normal.

Thank you, thank you. I missed you all too. Story of my life, every time I thought to come back and say hi, I was either busy actively doing other stuff or trying to do as little as possible (ie, going to bed). I hope the latest surge of Covid hasn’t affected any of you, at least not too much. I still need my third shot.

I feel it's the same way as mentioned from above, Which is unfortunate because i'm mainly a DL, and not into the whole Crib of nonsense and roleplay that people identify as being Taboo in the first place. My biggest interest, is the Diapers. Not all the accessories that people make fun of us for on TikTok.

Not too sure what ethics has to do with this. If you hire or are assigned a care giver, just make it known that you're diapered (who cares why or why not). If they don't like it, they can always refuse the assignment, but for most hired care givers it's not an issue. Remember -- a diaper is much better than a bed pan. Good luck and God's blessings.

Great summary Groot! Thanks for sharing this! How long have you been at this? Sounds like you have found a nice rhythm. I'm totally with you on juggling convenience with hygiene. But paste has become a regular for me...I find my scrotal areas the most in need. Anyway, you are spot on with the "Day" Variant...it has a marginally better capacity, IMO, than the Abena, but nothing like the regular Better Dry. Have you found your BM rhythm has changed over time? I'm still pretty regular at once a day, but now occasionally I see the twice a day. Thank you so much for taking the time to post!

I use 3 BetterDrys per 24h: 1 night with booster and 2 per day (so its ~8h each). With lesser capacity like the "Day" variant or other brands i probably would also be in the 4-5 diapers camp. Of course exceptions do occur on days with high liquid intake, say on partynights with lots of alcohol. I think amount of diapers wise you basically have 2 contradicting goals. First, you want to enjoy the advantage of diapers as much as possible (having to go to the bathroom as less as possible) This goal would dictate to reduce the changes per day to as low as possible... say only once, using the highest capacity diaper available. Unfortunately this goal gets contradicted by hygiene, since not smell to much and dont get rashes is also important ? For me, this has increased the optimal changes per day to the aforementioned 3. Anything less and my skin tells me NO! and if i ignore it for more than a few days i will get the rash as a thanks. Anything more kinda defeats the diapers advantage over the toilet. Regarding BMs i try to go on every diaper change, since i am doing this i very rarely have to "waste" a diaper prematurely.

I couldn't agree more! The more and more I realize that I'm entraining my mind as much as my body, the more patient I can become. It should not be a surprise that "rerouting" the highways of my mind should take much longer than I'd like give how long they've been sending neurons to my brain to "hold it"! This is a great observation! I have noticed I tend to go more "on the hour" than every two to three hours. I'm thinking I should start tracking time in between as a way to measure progress. Great thoughts! I also appreciate @Kif thought about working standing up! My wife has been trying to get me to get a COSTCO desk that raises to allow for standing or sitting! This would probably be good for my back and my diaper budget!

12. Walking through the front door with Abby’s assistance, Christopher immediately felt an air of excitement emanating from Hannah and Cassie. He saw his daughter throw a questioning glance at his wife, who nodded enthusiastically. When Abby left him to go over to Hannah, he sunk to the floor, his legs too weak to support him on his own. No one came over to assist him, so he crawled over to his chair in the living room and pulled himself into it. He was quickly joined by his wife, who seemed to tower over him. “No dear, we can’t risk leaks on the furniture. Until you get your daytime wetting and soiling under control, you’ll need to sit in the playpen.” Christopher glared at his wife, but was resolved not to give her any reason to use his disobedience as reason to extend his week in diapers. He stood, toddled, and then crawled over to the playpen. By the time he was settled, Abby had joined them and Cassie was perched on Hannah’s lap, bouncing in anticipation. Christopher realized that he was the only one not in on some sort of family secret. “Today’s a very important day for our family, and in particular for Cassie,” Hannah announced with pride. “She’s proven that she can stay dry both day and night, that she no longer needs help being fed her meals, and has even graduated out of the high chair. Since she’s proven that she’s no longer a baby, she gets big girl privileges. And that means she gets to move to the big girl bedroom.” Abby and Hannah clapped their hands and Cassie soon joined them as she bounced up and down with joy. Christopher, however, looked on in shocked dismay. Where would he sleep? Was he being relegated to the couch, and how long would that last? No answers seemed to be forthcoming from his wife or daughter and he didn’t want to spoil Cassie’s moment by making it about himself, so for the time being he didn’t say a word. “Well, Cassie,” Hannah said to her beaming daughter. “Should we all go upstairs and see your new room?” Cassie jumped down from Hannah’s lap in a squeal of joy and ran toward the stairs, the two women right behind. Abby looked back at her father, who hadn’t moved. “C’mon, Daddy, you need to see it too.” Christopher managed to make it all the way to the bottom of the stairs by leaning on the furniture, but he knew that climbing them on foot was beyond his current capabilities. He crawled up and stayed on the floor as he made his way to what until today had been his room, finally sitting with legs splayed just inside the doorway. He watched as Cassie jumped up and down on the bed, which now had a Disney princess bedspread and was littered with her favorite stuffed animals. There were new posters on the wall and her name was stenciled on a closet door. Inside the closet, he noticed as Hannah opened it for Cassie to see, were all of her clothes, none of which were as infantile as what he was currently wearing. The dresser drawers were similarly devoid of training pants or diapers, instead housing neat stacks of panties. All traces that Christopher had ever stayed in the room were gone. After about five minutes of allowing Cassie to explore, Hannah walked over to where Christopher sat, his expression and the tear in the corner of his eye giving his feelings away despite his silence. She beckoned Abby to join them. Both women remained standing, making Christopher feel very small. He tried to pull himself to a standing position but failed, and neither woman offered to assist him. “I’m guessing that you wonder where you’ll be now,” Hannah said to him. “It should be obvious. As the only member of the family still in diapers, you’ve been moved to the nursery, although we’ve made a few changes to accommodate you. Why don’t you crawl after us and we’ll show you.” Christopher’s initial anger at being put into the nursery was mollified when he heard that Hannah had made some changes. Certainly she’d have switched the crib out for a twin bed, and maybe she’d even found room for a television and recliner. This wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. As he entered his new room, however, Christopher’s world began to fall apart. Far from the man cave he’d envisioned, he was looking at a baby girl’s dream nursery. He did get an adult-sized bed, but in the form of a grotesquely large crib with pink and white bars and floral bumpers secured to the sides with giant pink bows. On one end of the crib a built-in row of colorful beads beckoned its occupant to play with them, while on the other in fancy script was the name “Chrissie” with the ‘i’s dotted with pink hearts. The sheets and pillows had baby unicorns frolicking in a meadow of flowers. A mobile from which bunnies hung reached out over the crib. The trim of the long dresser had been painted pink, and its top had been converted into a changing table. At its end stood a three-drawer cart filled with an assortment of powders and lotions, wipes, bubble bath, extra-large patterned baby bottles, a rectal thermometer, and more that he chose not to see. Hannah opened the drawers to reveal stacks of colorful disposable diapers in a myriad of infantile patterns, plastic pants, and lacy socks, along with onesies, rompers, and playsuits. Abby opened a closet drawer to disclose a long row of oversized baby dresses, some with puffy leaves, or bodices harboring baby animals or Winnie the Pooh, or built-in diaper covers with snap crotches. “And look, Daddy,” Abby crowed, “Your very own diaper pail. It’s much bigger that Cassie’s, so we won’t have to empty it as often. Although in order to get a larger size, we had to give up on the models with odor protection, so I don’t think it’ll take long for your room to smell like wet and dirty diapers.” Christopher was so overwhelmed by what he was seeing and what it would mean for him moving forward that he hadn’t noticed when Hannah left the room. She reentered and moved in front of, squatting down to be closer to his eye level. Christopher eyes immediately focused one the large baby bottle she held that appeared to be filled with milk. “Chrissie, I know this is a lot for you to process, but Abby and I have discussed it and we agree that the only way for you to move forward is to first go backward several steps. In this family you now have the status of a young toddler girl of around fifteen months old and will be treated as such. Your routine will be similar to what Cassie followed when she was that age, and that means you’ll drink from a baby bottle, be fed mush in a high chair, get burbed and bathed, and do virtually nothing for yourself, not even wipe your nose. Any adult behavior will result in your being stuck at this age for a longer time. We’re a little late, but it’s time for your bottle and to be put down for a nap.” “Oooh, can I feed her?” Abby chimed, not waiting for an answer before taking the warm bottle from her mother’s hand. She walked over to a corner of the room filled with large pillows, leaned back against one as she put another on her lap, and motioned Chrissie to crawl over to her. He did so and settled his head on the pillow. As the nipple entered his mouth he instantly could tell that the bottle wasn’t filled with milk. The smell and taste of baby formula had always nauseated him but he wasn’t given an option to refuse. It flowed so fast that he was having a hard time keeping up, and some of the liquid dribbled down his chin. He was relieved when he began to suck air, not only to get rid of the taste but he was feeling bloated from the quick consumption of the formula. Abby positioned a cloth diaper over her shoulder and shifted so that he was leaning over the top of it, then rubbed and patted his back. Seconds she was rewarded with a small belch and a slight dribble onto the makeshift burp cloth. Before she let him down from that position, Abby pulled the back of his diaper back and peeked in. “I thought so,” she told her mom. “A little messy and extremely wet. Should I change her?” “I don’t thing so, dear,” Hannah replied. “She’s got to get used to the fact that she’ll be changed at our convenience, not when she wants to be. Let’s go get some lunch and we’ll decide if she warrants changing after her nap.” With assistance from both women, Chrissy climbed into his crib. Hannah tucked a blanket over him, started the mobile playing nursery rhymes, and pulled up the side rail. Christopher listened as it clicked into place then heard a second click, as if a lock had been closed. His mind reeled as the women left the room and closed the door. What had he done to deserve this? Was this really the best way to deal with his accidents and to eventually find his way back to Hannah’s bed? How had he soiled himself without realizing it? A hundred other questions swirled in his mind, but after sleeping in the uncomfortably small bed in the other room, this mattress felt so soft and inviting, the music was soothing, and the warm formula made its way through his system, lulling him to sleep.

Glad this was helpful! But, I'll caution that like others have noticed, bedwetting is a bit fickle. The first time I tried untraining it lasted only two months...but for whatever reason, in those two months I was wetting 4-5 days per week by the end of it, and this last time around it took me nearly 6 months to reach a similar point. I don't fully know why, hence why I suspect bedwetting is a lot more subconscious and psychological than we think (up to a point, earlier on...I'm sure Kali is right too, with the physical aspects starting to contribute at some point). I used to sit as well! At some point I switched to standing (forces me to take breaks every few hours, just to sit down for a bit), and I had very few leaking problems after that. Any and all times I've leaked have been sitting down at my desk in the office, or sitting on the couch watching stuff on the computer. But, I also had male anatomy at that time...typical leaks were due to the "dam problem", out the sides on the front (plus, at some point I had to stop caring which direction I was pointed anyway because it was causing me to hold subconsciously). For those times in the office, Oznl's advice was spot-on...plastic pants with a terry liner were pretty non-negotiable anytime I left the house, really. Even with that and a Tena Ultima I needed to be super vigilant about sticking to changing schedules while in the office...and I still had to carry backup pants and liners because I'd still leak sometimes.

Yep. I recognise the problem. When I had a career, I spent 97% of any working day where I wasn't traveling, polishing a chair seat. That's a tough gig for a nappy and the risk of press-out leaks at the rear thighs was ever-present. I worked out that the type of chair had some influence on this. I found an old leather chair that was not only easy to wipe down in the event of "incidents", but had padding such that not so much pressure was placed on my nappy. The load was spread across all of me in contact with the chair. This helped. It seemed like firm, cloth office chairs were the worst. COVID intervened, my career was deleted and I was sent to the employment scrap heap as god and nature intended for late 50-something males. I work now but part time and I'm not sitting down nearly as much. On the rare occasions that I do, that's my biggest risk for leaking and if I do, it's a tiny amount. Mitigation strategies include plastic pants that completely cover your nappy. Another option that you might want to explore is a booster pad. I find it's not so much the additional absorbency as their capacity to wick moisture away and better utilise other parts of the nappy's padding. You may be better off with a lesser-capacity nappy augmented by a booster as I'm aware that BetterDrys will swell prodigiously to begin with. ps: leakage for me also dropped back a LOT as my pee cadence shifted towards high frequency/low volume voiding events. It didn't entirely stop leakage but you mention "2 - 3 wettings" suggestion episodic voiding at considerable volume. Over the course of a day, I'd probably have 20-30 "micro-wettings" now. Nappies perform much better with constant drizzle compared to intermittent storms.

Chapter 52: Anything but Child’s Play Right after nap time I was taken out of the crib, checked, and lined up. All said, it was pretty fast. Only Jesse and Mandy ‘needed’ changing. Everyone else was either dry or ‘not that wet’’. A shame, the mean survivalist part of my brain decided. If I had been the only one clean and dry I might have warranted the boldness to ask for the toilet a second time that day; being making a case for my “developmental plateau” to be closer to three or four instead of one or two. Nothing is ever that simple. Or Fair. Typical. We didn’t have to hold hands on the way to the playground. The trip was that short. Enough so that all it took to corral us and discourage runners was to have Zoge to the left and Beouf to the right. The playground was just across the walkway; a diagonal straight line. Correction. The Little’s playground was just a diagonal straight line across the walkway. Kindergarteners got a small but notable jungle gym play place, not unlike the kind at any fast food restaurant minus the dressed ball pit: Monkey bars, a straight slide and a corkscrew one, along with a fireman’s pole, plus it was elevated so there was space beneath the steps to crouch and crawl. It was still compact for a class of eighteen to twenty kids- two classes at one time would have been far too much- but throw in some sidewalk chalk and some bubble wands for the space immediately surrounding it and it was a good spot for recess. To accommodate the upper grades, the P.E. field had a swingset, a basketball court with four square on the side and a kickball diamond, as well as tetherball poles and a jogging track. The coaches were decent about keeping the first through fifth grade teachers appraised of where they would be and what equipment they’d be using, plus were amenable to teachers checking out various play equipment as long as the items were returned promptly and one teacher’s recess didn’t interfere with the coaches’ lesson plans. The Littles of Mrs. Beouf Class? They got a tree and a fence. A steel ramp led from the walkway led up to a fenced in plot of land that had been elevated off above the ground. From the walkway, the playground was high enough off the ground that an Amazon would have to boost themselves up to sit on the brick wall surrounding it. The chainlink fence jutting up from the wall kept any Littles from falling off (or escaping) while playing. The giant oak near the center of the playground was so tremendous that not even an Amazon could wrap their arms around it and climb it; a true mammoth that kept the surrounding area in constant shade, starving the light out of all but the heartiest blades of grass. It was also likely the reason for the Little playground’s existence. During construction it had been easier to wall off and fence in the oak and surrounding patch of land than it would have been to cut the monster down, up root it and grind the stump. I suspect it wasn’t intended to be a playground at all, but Beouf managed to repurpose it. Other than the tree, the fenced in flat top had mulch and a metal bench for teachers to sit on, but that was about it. Beouf would bring out balls and had found a second hand push car more suited to carpet than mulch, but without proper funding, the space offered room for tiny legs to be stretched and not much else. Technically, my students had been welcome to play there, too. I’d passed and improvised where I could, preferring indoor recess where I could more easily control the environment. That and the shortest way to that spot would have been cutting through Beouf’s room… That was the old Littles playground. True to her word, Brollish had seen a new one take its place. “Whooooah,” several voices echoed and chorused. The chainlink did nothing to conceal the surprise that awaited: A blue concrete tunnel had been wedged into the ground, easy for someone our size to hunch and walk through; easier to crawl through. A yellow balance beam, not even a foot off the ground; more than enough challenge for someone with soggy swollen padding throwing off their balance. A stout red slide that only came up to our heads. A blue teeter totter; more like a seesaw rocking horse hybrid, making it impossible to slam an end or for one rider to completely drop the bottom out from under the other. A trio of spring ponies, or more accurately a spring ducky, a spring piggy, and a spring froggy stood spaced out and ready to race. Colorful. No sharp edges. Everything low to the ground. Nothing that could be twisted or tangled up in. Fresh mulch if somebody stumbled and fell. To top it all off the tree was still very much intact and things were spaced out enough so that a body could stroll around for a few laps if they had the need. A good playground for small children. Shame it was for us. “IT’S A MIRACLE!” Ivy screamed the moment her Mommy opened the gate to herd us in. She hobble ran as fast as she could. She wasn’t the only one. Several of the others pushed their way past me to check out the latest contraptions for their amusement and conditioning. A hand gently placed itself on my shoulder. “Go ahead, Clark. Go play. Let yourself have fun.” Chaz, who was still riding on her hip, urged me forward. Reluctantly, I walked in. “This is so neat,” Mandy’s voice echoed out of the tube. I bent sideways to get a better view. She and Sandra Lynn had already made themselves comfortable in the cool concrete cylinder. “Great for like, hide and seek or just getting away from-” “ECHO ECHOOOO ECHOOOO ECHOOO!” Tommy screamed as loud as he could on the other end. He popped his head up and made eye contact with me. “Hey! It works.” “Ugh...boys,” Mandy finished her thought. “So immature,” I heard Sandra Lynn agree. I walked away, feeling a weird buzzing in my brain, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on the why of it. Ivy had positioned herself at the new slide which was right in front of the teacher’s bench and waited for Beouf and Zoge and sit down. “Go on, Chaz.” She gave him a light pat on the back of his onesie. “Go be with your friends.” The two women’s shoulders slumped and they exhaled in unison. The wear and tear of keeping ten Little people in line and playing their assigned parts was finally starting to show. “Mommy! Mommy!” Ivy goaded. “Watch me! Watch! “I’m watching, baby girl.” In clunky measured steps, Ivy climbed to the top of the ladder, then swung her feet out and slid down the ramp. Total elapsed time: Five seconds, four of which was her climbing. For her part, Ivy looked like she’d just climbed a mountain or something. “Yaaaaay! I did it!” “Very good, Ivy!” Zoge said, tired but condescendingly. “Watch me do it again! I can do it all by myself, see?!” “Show me, baby.” I pursed my lips and walked on by. Again, I felt like there was something wrong here beyond grown Littles behaving like children. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. “Come on, Shauna,” Jesse pleaded. “I want a turn on the pig!” Shauna rocked on the thing like it was a bucking bronco instead of a thoroughbred racer. Honestly, probably the more realistic scenario. “Why?” I heard her ask. “Try the frog or the duck.” “But pigs are the fastest!” Jesse insisted. His voice was inching up to a wine and his thumb was inching up to his bottom lip. “You just wanna ride the pig because of your stuffie.” Jesse’s face turned pink “No!” “Uh-huh! ”Nuh-uh! Shauna hopped off the Spring Piggy. “Why don’t we try the teeter totter? Then you can race me back to the pig.” There was almost a grace to the way she dismounted the playground rocking horse, like she’d been built for it; or it built for her. “Okay…” More brain buzzing, this time behind my ears and at my temples. It felt a little like guilt. Why would I feel guilty? Because my capture ensured Brollish’s bribe of getting this stuff? No. Fuck that. Hypocrisy implies a choice and I had no hand or knowledge in that. Something else was bothering me. “Hey Clark!” Tommy called from the balance beam. “I managed five whole steps before stepping off!” Bet I can stay on longer than you!” Oh thank goodness! Another halfway friendly voice! For an instant I felt some emotional relief. It took two whole steps for me to stop from breaking out into a jog. “No thanks,” I called back. “I’m gonna...chill.” There was nothing terribly infantile about sitting in the shade of a tree. I wasn’t here to play and never would be. I had better ways to use my time. Bigger nuts to crack: How to best get over Cassie’s anger and discreetly tell her to look out for a certain Tweener for instance. Cassie had an admirable paranoid streak, but she knew I knew how to work with the medium-sized folk to our advantage. Maybe I could get “Get your own tree,” Billy barked at me. “This one’s ours.” I’d circled around to the side of the big oak where Beouf and Zoge couldn’t directly see. The coaches and kids out at P.E. could make us out if they chose to pay attention and turn their heads to us, though. Speaking of making out, Billy wasn’t alone. He’d draped his arm over Annie and was busy nibbling on her ear, sending her into quiet naughty giggles. “Do you mind?” I said, feeling a twinge of jealousy that I couldn’t even do that with my own wife right now. “I don’t,” Annie giggled. “I like to make people watch.” “Go play with one of the other babies,” Billy waved me off. “You know you want to.’ “What I wanted was some peace and quiet,” I quipped. “Not softcore porn in the park.” The bald headed asshole glared at me. “What are you gonna do about it? Tell your favorite teacher on me?” My nostrils flared. This guy had been an asshole to me all day and enough was just about enough. I wouldn’t get to see Cassie today, but that wouldn’t stop Tracy from dropping messages by anyway. “Maybe I will tell her. Maybe you’ll get timeout in the preschool room. Get changed on the floor where everyone can see.” He was up on me in an instant. Eye to eye. “Say that again, Helper. Say it again and find out what happens next.” I didn’t blink. “I don’t know what I did to hurt you, but I know what I’m-” A tug on my ankle. “Guys! Guys! Cut it out.” Chaz hissed. Annie pulled her boyfriend a few steps back. Enough to look like we were talking instead of bristling for a slugfest. “You two fight, you’ll get sent to New Beginnings. You don’t want to go there, do you?” The lady was right. “No,” Billy said. My own “No” overlapped with his. Two crinkly sets of steps backpedaled to a safer distance. Billy leaned against the tree. “How the hell do you know about that, anyways?” he asked, eyes suspicious. I was about to tell him about my ex-assistant, but that was knowledge that neither Billy nor Annie nor Chaz needed to know. “Don’t you remember what Mrs. Springfield said? I’m Ms.Grange’s baby. Teachers talk. Littles listen.” Billy rubbed his chin. In another life he might have had a beard just like mine. “Teachers talk and Littles listen. Okay.” he nodded. “Okay.” His gait was becoming more relaxed. It should have worried me, but it didn’t. “Sorry about…” I pointed my fingers between the prison couple. “You know...interrupting. It’s been a rough day.” “Everybody’s first day is rough,” Annie offered. “You shoulda seen Chaz on his.” Chaz suddenly found.the mulch beneath him very interesting. “No wonder he got mistaken for a baby. He’s such a crier! Between how soggy he was and all those tears, I thought they were gonna have to hook him up to an I.V. to prevent hydration.” Chaz’s lip pouted. “Don’t you mean dehydration?” He asked curiously. There was some uncomfortable laughter; mostly from her. “I...used to be a nurse.” The last word was just barely audible. The sad sigh was very noticeable I drooped my head. “I’m not trying to start a fight, but why are you guys such assholes?” “Better an asshole than a brat.” Billy said. He said with the conviction of a man willing to get the mantra tattooed across his chest. I looked at the others playing on the fresh equipment. So happy. Slipping away and losing themselves. More of that weird cognitive dissonance where I just couldn’t place the source. “Granted.” “I’ll lay off tomorrow,” Billy promised. “Just don’t go spreading that story around.” “Deal.” Annie piped in, “And don’t be pulling that rookie stunt like asking to go potty like they’ll really let you do it. You’re in the Little Leagues now.” “Yeah, quit acting like you’re better than us,” Billy said. “You’re not. You think you’re gonna be the next escapee? Cuz you’re not.” His words were unkind, but his tone wasn’t for once. A pleasant reversal from this morning. “That wasn’t my intent,” I half-admitted. I was going to escape eventually just not… “How do you guys know about that? None of you were enrolled when that happened.” Chaz chuckled grimly. “Something passed down to all the newbies. We don’t even know the kid’s name anymore, teach.” “Dang,” Billy griped. “I forgot, you were here too. Why didn’t I think of that?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you take the fall for it?” I shuddered. “Mrs. B. vouched for my innocence.” Oh for those halcyon days of old. “I’ll talk to you later. I’ll let you get back to your...whatever this is.” It sucks making yourself sad by accident. Walking away, I started muttering to myself. Had to distract myself. Had to figure out something to do with the time I had left. It wouldn’t do to blow my shot at seeing Cassie in the final inning. I saw Tommy still playing on the balance beam. Almost automatically, my gaze wandered over to the blue concrete hidey hole. Gears were starting to turn. At the time, I couldn’t say why. Maybe I needed another victory. Another monster to conquer. An obstacle to overcome. A Raine Forrest to outwit. Just...something bothered me about this playground and I didn’t have the personal insight yet to find the words as to why. Casually strolling back along in short pants I waved over to Tommy. “Hey Tommy!” I called. “Wanna give me a boost?” An impulse was tickling its way up my spine. Time to see if Chaz’s intel was right. Competitiveness could be harnessed into helpfulness. The guy pivoted so fast that one of the snaps on his inseam popped open. “On what?” I pointed to the concrete tube. Tall-ish. Smooth. Not meant to be climbed on per se; just climbed in. “There!” He met me at the sight of the tube. “Help me climb it.” Tommy’s look of inspiration mirrored my own. Without further prompting, he rushed over and got on all fours. I used his back as a stepping stool and squirmed up belly first to the top of the tube. The girl’s voices were still echoing with quiet whispers and giggles but I didn’t care. Still on my belly, I shuffled around and offered my hand. “Just don’t yank me down.” Using my arm, Tommy pulled himself up to join me. “Neat idea, dude.” I’d done it. The most minor of victories. There was a small rush of endorphins just from sitting on top of the darn thing. Suddenly a little bit of that strange guilty buzzing was out of my skull. It was still there, but the act of climbing up; nay, the act of doing it with help from another Little reduced the pressure. “So how’d they really get you?” Tommy asked. “Because none of us really have accidents at first.” Zoge was on us before I could reply. “Tommy! Clark! No, no, no! That’s not for climbing on! Get down from there!” Tommy’s shit eating grin didn’t fade all the way as the teacher’s aid scooped us up and set us down a good ten feet from the equipment. “I love you both, but don’t scare me like that. Next time I see you on top of that thing, you’ll be in timeout with me and Mrs. B! Got it?” “Yes, Ma’am.” we said in unison as if we’d rehearsed. Beouf threw a wink at me behind Zoge’s back. That’s when I realized I was having a tiny bit of fun. Goddamn it... Patiently, I spent the rest of the time sulking by the gate for the rest of the play time. Next would be getting ready and loading the kids back on the bus before Janet picked me up. “I’m very proud of how you’ve been today,” Beouf told me, opening the gate so we could return. “Your Mommy will hear good things from me and you’ll get that special treat she was promising.” I fake smiled to hide my real one and went back inside the air conditioning. Funny side thought: Just because I was given kudos for expressing my bodily autonomy with Ivy, didn’t prevent any of them from checking my pants again and again and again. “Always give them back clean and dry if you can,” Beouf said. “Yes Ma’am,” Zoge said. She inserted two fingers past Billy’s leg gathers. “Billy my love, it’s diaper time.”

I'm in agreement with the Australian contingent on this. I'm wearing cloth most of the time - I'm in disposables only when I've no access to a washing machine. Two cloth nappies get me through the day, with another at night. When I'm in disposables I generally add a low-capacity soaker, and often I then get through the day in just one, e.g. a Betterdry or an Astronaut. It's not as if I don't drink enough - tea mostly.

Camels are all about fluid conservation and I can assure you these days, I'm quite the reverse ? I tried a 1 diaper day (out of a sense of morbid curiosity). I found it to be impractical (weight/bulk) and ineffective (leaks) and I suspect skin compromise would soon have reared its ugly red head. Two high capacity nappies per day is perfectly do-able. Around 1/3 of the diaper's ISO rating is generally usable so a 5 litre "super nappy" will give you a little more than 1.5 liters in real world conditions. Average human output per day is 2 to 2.5 liters so the math works. Obviously, we're "wearing wet" most of the time for this to work so skin protection is important but I honestly find two long-range nappies to be less drama (and cheaper) than changing more than twice per day. Support garments (compression pants) also help a lot as well as the insurance policy of waterproof pants. The game changer of course would be a "full" diaper. I'm mostly only wet.

Ive always been surprised how people can only go through 1-2 diapers a day, even heavy duty ones. You all are some camels!

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.

10. Christopher turned to his wife, his eyes pleading to be saved. He was embarrassed beyond belief, not to mention extremely uncomfortable. And it was all Abby’s fault. He needed Hannah to save him and to straighten out their daughter. If he wasn’t too old for a time out, she wasn’t either. Surprisingly, it was Jess who spoke up first. “He was so mean, Ms. Coleman. He refused to use the potty and yelled at us and even said some swear words. So Abby put him in time out to calm down. He deserved it, Ms. Coleman. He wasn’t being nice.” Hannah looked from Jess to Abby, who confirmed it. “Yeah, mom. He’s been like that all day. I took him to the potty every time I took Cassie and even one other time, but he wouldn’t use it and then went all nuclear on us. I didn’t know what else to do.” She looked at her father and the puddle at his feet. “It’s almost like he wanted to use his training pants.” Hannah stared at her husband for several long seconds then again faced Abby. “How much longer does he have in time out?” “Well, like eighteen or nineteen minutes, but I told him that if he moved he had to start over. That’s half an hour. But Mom, it’s getting kind of stinky in here. I’m not sure I can last that long.” “Understood, dear. Why don’t we move to the kitchen where we can talk. Chrissy, turn around and put your nose in the corner. You still have thirty minutes to go. And don’t think you can move just because we’re in the next room. Mommies have eyes that see through walls.” Christopher moaned as he turned back to the corner. His wet panties were cooling and getting itchy, the puddle at his feat was spreading, and the mess in the seat of his pants stunk badly. He would accept the training pants, the potty, his new room, everything. He just wanted to be clean. Meanwhile in the kitchen the women sat around the table. “Jess, I’m sorry that you had to see that,” Hannah began. “As you can see things with my husband are in a state of flux right now. His behavior seems to be regressing as you might have guessed.” “That’s okay, Ms. Coleman,” Jess replied as she took a drink of her Coke. “Mom told me that he had some problems after his accident. I just didn’t expect this.” “We didn’t either, to be honest,” Hannah said. “But I think I know now how to handle it. Abby, there’s a box on the back seat of the car. Do you think you could go get it for me and bring it here?” As Abby left, Hannah again turned to Jess. “I think I need to have a talk with your mom. Do you still have your babysitting club? If so, who’s in it?” “Yeah, we’ve been doing it a couple of years now and with tuition to pay, we need the money more than ever. We share tips and sometimes work together if there’s a lot of kids or some that won’t behave. Besides me there’s Jill, Suzie, and Beth.” Hannah nodded. “That’s what I remembered, thanks. I think I need to have a talk with all of your moms. You could be a big help moving forward.” Just then Abby returned and placed the box on the table. Hannah took a kitchen knife, opened it, and pulled out a red booster seat. “Abby, would you move the high chair to your father’s place at the table, and bring his chair back to Cassie’s spot? Then put this booster chair on her seat. I think she’s proven herself to be a big enough girl that there need to be a few changes around here. We’ll talk about that tonight after the babies are in bed. Jess, would you like to stay for dinner? I defrosted some spaghetti.” As the teens set the table, Hannah returned to the living room. “Chrissie, it’s time to get you cleaned up. I’m not happy with you and the way you acted in front of the girls. I think it’s best if we postpone a discussion of the consequences until tomorrow when I’ve calmed down. For now, I’m going to give you a bath, put you in your nighttime diaper, and feed you dinner. Then you’re going to bed early. Do you understand?” Christopher nodded. Hannah left briefly and returned with a large bath towel, which she had her husband hold between his legs so as not to leak on his way upstairs. She brought him straight to the bathroom, where she carefully deposited as much mess in the toilet as possible and wiped him down with baby wipes as she ran water into the tub. She stopped the water when it was only about four inches deep. “This is how babies who aren’t mature enough to keep from wetting and messing themselves get bathed,” she told him as she dipped a washcloth into the water before rubbing it with a bar of soap. “I want you to sit here without a word and think about what you did.” After he was clean, she took his hand and brought him to his room where she pushed him down on the bed. It would be a long time in the same diaper, so she added two thick inserts before taping him up. She made sure to use extra baby lotion and powder to cover any residual stench. His onesie was disgusting, but Hannah found a yellow sleeper with a baby bear applique that Abby had bought in a drawer and pulled that on. By the time he was ready to go downstairs, he could barely walk without waddling and he smelled and looked like he was twelve months old. Abby and Jess dissolved in a fit of laughter when Hannah led Christopher into the kitchen, and Cassie, safely buckled into her new booster seat, joined in the fun even though she didn’t know why everyone was so happy. Christopher’s face fell when he saw the high chair at his accustomed spot. Without saying a word, Abby pulled the tray out and fastened the buckles once Chrissie was seated. She secured the tray tightly against his chest, pinning his arms in the process. Jess, meanwhile, moved to the back of the high chair and flipped an oversized bib over his head, tying it behind his neck. Hannah chuckled when she saw pink trim and the words “Mommy’s Messy Eater” on the front. The three women chatted about any number of subjects as they served out the food, essentially ignoring Christopher’s presence. His mouth drooled at the smell and sight of pasta with red sauce and meatballs. But how would he eat without the use of his arms? He was sure Hannah would see his predicament and fix it when he was given his portion. When all the plates on the table were filled, including Cassie’s, Hannah filled one more plate with a generous share of the spaghetti along with asparagus, broccoli, and garlic bread. Instead of setting it before her husband, though, she moved to the counter, scraped it all into the blender, and pushed the “puree” button. Thirty seconds later, she poured the mushed contents into a plastic Barbie bowl and but it on the tray of the high chair. “Can I feed, her?” Abbie cried. “Please?” “Sure, dear,” Hannah answered. “But I don’t want your food to get cold. You and Jess can take turns.” Christopher cringed as Abby took a small baby spoon, filled it with the now-unidentifiable and gross-smelling mixture, and moved it to his lips. His hunger overcame any resistance and he opened wide. He was still in the middle of a gag when the next spoonful was already there. And so it went with both Abby and Jess. By the time they were done, his face was covered in sauce and his bib was unreadable. “Thanks, ladies,” Hannah said as she cleared the table. “If you can finish up here, I’ll get him to bed. Then Jess, I don’t mean to kick you out, but I’ll need some time alone with Abby.” “No problem, Ms. C,” Jess replied. “I’ll tell my mom to expect your call.” Hannah cleaned Chrissy’s face with a wet paper towel, removed the tray and undid the buckles, then again took him by the hand. He heard two sets of giggles as he waddled after his wife. Hannah tucked in her husband, who wanted to complain but knew better. He hadn’t gone to bed with the sun still up since he was three. “Night night” Hannah told him as she switched on the night light and closed the door. As Christopher stared at the ceiling, he became aware of a wetness that was trickling down his rear. It was going to be a long night. “Does that mean that he’ll grow little titties?” Abby asked delightedly to her mother as they sat drinking tea at the kitchen table. “Possibly, dear,” Hannah replied with a smile. “But not for a while. The other effects will start sooner. But I want to be clear. His mind will be unaffected by the changes, but his body in essence will be that of a young toddler. Except for his titties,” she laughed. “And before we continue down this road, I want to make sure you’re on board with this because you’re going to be sharing his care. And that means bathing, feeding, dirty diapers, and more. And the estrogen will make his emotions more uncontrollable, just like any other baby.” “I got it, Mom, you’ve told me several times already. I mean, I know it’ll be gross at times. Wiping his nose or his drool, and I’ve already seen and smelled what his diapers will be like. And it’ll be extra work preparing bottles and baby food, watching him when you’re not here, and so forth. Just like I did with Cassie but...bigger. It’ll be worth it. But on two conditions.” Hannah looked at her daughter with suspicion. “Which are?” “First, that he no longer has the status as my father. I’m in total charge of him. And second,” Abby dramatically paused, drawing out the suspense, “I don’t really want a baby brother. I’d like another sister.” Hannah sat back and roared with delight. “I think we can arrange that,” she said. “Why don’t we move to the couch. I’ll get my laptop and we can do some shopping.”

change right away? like wee then change? seems to defeat the purpose of wearing diapers to me! i love a soggy, heavy diaper!

Thanks for the compliment. I think both Littles feel the walls closing in, and the question becomes: what can they do about it? The other question is whether or not they actually work together or tear each other apart. There are other obstacles besides the Amazons, this time with mind games being played by a duplicitous Tweener with a "Magic Touch". Thanks for reading. The Present(s) 6 Actualization pt 2 Trust is a powerful thing. Unfortunately, where it’s placed is wishy-washy at best. James felt like he could place his trust in Jenny. After all, she did save him from the robot nanny that lived at the end of the hallway. However, she played a key part in all of this, and there was that weird thing about ‘Jamie Raucier’. What was up with that? There were so many questions bouncing about his brain, but not one made its way out of his mouth. Jenny seemed to read his mind. “You don’t trust me, do you?” “It’s not that,” James answered, but struggled to elaborate further. Mostly because it was ‘just that’. “I’m not lying to you, James.” The Betweener lowered herself to her knees so they could see eye to eye. “Why would I stop you from being discarded? I could have you thrown to the robot nanny just like Amy.” “Then why don’t you? And don’t tell me it’s because you like me, or that I’m special, or that I don’t wet my pants. None of that is true.” The Tweener smirked at his misstep. James blushed for a second before adding, “I don’t wet my pants, honestly.” “I know you don’t, Little guy.” Jenny gave him a condescending pat on his back. He brushed off her hand and returned to his scowl. “You’re the one who just tried to put me in a diaper, don’t you dare try to be my friend.” “What would you like me to say, huh?” Jenny pushed her finger into his chest. “You’re a part of this, too. You signed on when I gave you a chance to get out — and if you try to leave now, where do you think Kinsey is heading?” He didn’t answer, only staring forlornly at where he last saw Amy, on the other side of that frosted glass on the nozzle end of an epic enema. “Deep down you had to know that this was what tonight was all about. I’ll be honest with you, James. You’re not very smart.” James stepped back. “Hey!” “That doesn't mean you're not cute, it kinda adds to your appeal. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so gosh darn precious, or stupid.” James scoffed, “Am I supposed to think that I’m lucky to be here?” “No, silly,” Jenny corrected him. “You’re lucky to have me as your guide tonight. Remember what Craig said about me having ‘the magic touch’?” That’s not at all what he pulled from that entire interaction, but he did remember that part. “If you just follow along for a little bit longer, I’ll make sure that you get through this in one piece. Kinsey, too. I bet you’re already best friends. Probably got a code word and everything, right?” Waffles. She knew about the code word. James wondered where she was heading with this conversation. He had to admit to himself, he was intrigued by the convincing way she had with words. “Let’s pretend that I have a map to get out of this place. A Betweener spot that’s unknown to the Bigs. A secret back stairway to a service elevator. All you have to do is play along a little longer, what would you say to that?” “I’d say that I don’t believe you,” answered James. It sounded too good to be true. “I can show you, right now. On this tablet.” Jenny sounded so assuring and nice, like she wasn’t trying to force him onto a changing table like minutes before. This didn’t stop the reality of the present moment. James needed to know if she was telling the truth, it was worth a shot, because there was little else to lose. Besides his toilet privileges. The Betweener brought the black screen in front of his face. Nothing was on it, because it was turned off. James tried to figure out what he was doing wrong when he realized this was on purpose. He groaned, “What now?” “You’re going to have to promise me something, James.” Oh, great. Here we go again. Everything felt like a give and take with this contract girl. He felt the same way he did in the changing room, unsure about the whole thing. To his credit, he was right about the way he felt. Jenny said, “You’re going to need to forget what I said about Jamie Raucier.” “What do you mean?” James glared at her like she was crazy. “You’re going to have to say that ‘when I see this map, I’ll forget all about ‘Jamie Raucier’.” He didn’t need to tell her how he felt, he did so with a pair of rolling eyes. Ones that went to the back of his head. “Indulge me, James.” The Little Gramcracker started to open his mouth then shook his head. This didn’t feel right, living in the present moment wasn’t all about forgetting the past moments. Even if it was only saying it out loud, it still felt wrong. An invisible hand, one from a good friend, tugged at him. However, James still brushed it aside, the lure of the map was too strong to sway. So James said it, in mocking, sarcastic way. “Fine. When I see this map, I’ll forget all about how you said ‘Jamie Raucier’.” A quick flash of light shot out from the screen. It made him keel over to the side, James clutched at his stomach to keep from retching. The hall spun in circles as he braced himself against a tall changing table. It was blinding. Dizzying. The burst was like touching a live-wire for his senses, sending them into overload. At the same time, it felt like a rug was ripped out from underneath him, James tried to maintain his balance while all of his perceptions and unease tittered off into nothingness. Then all at once, there was a map. Simple and easy to read. He followed a dotted red line to the back stairway he took from floor 99 to 100. Between the two floors hid a service elevator that could get him back to the ground level. The B34 elevator. Jenny was right. It was clearly labeled and everything. He was lucky to have such a nice Betweener as a guide. She had the ‘magic touch’. Jenny held his hand as they slowly walked to the changing table belonging to the Rauciers. James hopped atop the vinyl changing mat and laid down on his back. The vision of the map danced like sugar plums in his head. Just a little bit longer, maybe another song or dance, then he’d be using this memory as the blueprint of a getaway plan. A nylon strap was stretched over his belly, but James didn’t respond to sensation in the present. He was too busy daydreaming about how happy Kinsey would be when he pulled off their rescue. How she’d apologize for calling him a newbie, and she’d admit that he was a good singer. Maybe she’d even ask for his phone number. It was all in a dream. The jingling of his shoes as they were gently removed and placed softly on the cart. The hands that went to his waist line, purchasing a grip on his candy cane tights. How they slowly slid the tights down his thighs, how he ignored the shame of nakedness. His mind was elsewhere. Safe, even. None of that pesky present that served as a constant distraction. He should’ve worn the trainers. This wouldn’t have happened had he just done what he was told. It was so easy to do what he was told, but he chose to be a naughty Little. The type that tried to think for himself. Sometimes the present moment was kind enough to sway him asleep, to coddle him from nervousness, or trepidation. A pillow and blanket against the cold, just like... The hand radio at Miss Jenny’s hip loudly squawked to life. “Jenny?!? Jenny, come in. This is Rachelle.” The crackling voice made James jump up from the changing pad, only to be restrained by the strap over his belly. Sending him snapping back against the padding like a slingshot. Jenny slid his tights back up his kicking legs before he could react. He gurgled, “Wha-?” “This better be good,” Jenny growled into the walkie. “I had just got him on the table after showing him the consequences.” “Is he padded?” “Give me another ten seconds,” Jenny answered, “and he will be.” “That’s great news, I was worried that you’d already done it, the client said she would like to do the deed herself,” Rachelle shouted over the loud music coming from the other end of the radio. “She explained that it’s something of a new role for her, and she’d like to be the first one…” Jenny swiftly brought the radio to her mouth and turned away from James on the table. “Do I need to remind you that we have Little eavesdropping ears on the line?” There was an immediate silence as Rachelle realized her goof, and shut her mouth. “I don’t think it’s going to be a problem,” Jenny continued. “He’s all strapped in and ready to go. How’s the one on your end?” “Cute and precious. Unless, you’re talking about the client. Then I’d use the words 'cold feet'.” Jenny frowned. “Fine, I’ll be right there.” The two exchanged a look, and James knew what was coming next. Diapers. Unfortunately, he was hardly in any position to put up a fuss. The best time to fight a diapering is not while you’re tied to a changing table. Yet that didn’t stop him from trying. When the restraint across his chest didn’t budge, he began to work on Jenny’s fickle conscience. She seemed nice enough by showing him that map out of there, all he had to do was follow along, and... No, he wouldn't just follow along. Where did the idea pop into his head in the first place? “Come on. I’ll be good, I’ll wear the trainers. I’ll wear whatever you want me to wear, just not that.” Jenny didn’t pay him any mind, clicking something at the base of the cart to set the wheels in motion. She pushed the changing table towards the small party room. A squeaky wheel sang out as the cart rattled towards his Actualization. James continued to plead his case. This time a little more desperate. “I’ll be good, Miss Jenny.” “It’s far too late, James. Accept what’s happening next, then we can figure it out from there.” Acceptance. Acceptance is what happens when Anticipation turns into Actualization; when it’s time to just accept the cards in hand because that’s the way the deck was dealt. However, James didn’t think about cards, or poker hands, or other Feng Shui kind of things. He thought about the oncoming look of Kinsey’s face when she saw him tied atop a changing table, awaiting a fresh diaper. His cheeks already burned from the thought. Jenny held open the door to the small party room as she dragged the table into position to pull it through the door. Loud music pulsed from within the dark room, it was like a cave in there compared to the brightly lit backstage hallway. Even after his eyes finally adjusted, he could hardly believe them. For in the middle of the room, prancing to some rockabilly holiday jingle, was Kinsey — dressed head to toe as a reindeer, fluffy tail and point antlers included. Her hands were curled tightly at her chest, a poor excuse for reindeer hooves, as she hopped on both feet across the red carpet in front of a familiar audience. Mamsy still knitted, while Mrs. Raucier and the glasses-wearing Amazon were still going over the catalog. Anne-Margot watched and clapped raucously off-rhythm. A row of empty martini glasses sat alongside the heavily tinseled Amazon, she’d been enjoying herself since he’d left the room. James almost felt relieved that no one gave him any notice. He thought for sure that the sight of him on a changing table would be more than enough to garner attention. How happy he was to be wrong. They waited at the door for the song to end, James had to admit he was enjoying the humiliating show. It gave him ammo for the next throw down with Kinsington, or Prancer in a pull-up. A satisfying grin crept up on him, one he didn’t need to contain. Even if his encore was going to be a lot worse. “Oh my!” It looked like Anne-Margot had finally noticed the pair hiding in plain sight. “Did he have an accident?” James retaliated, “I did not!” Only the loud music drowned him out, and Jenny’s sudden tight grip on his foot made him remember his manners. Littles were meant to be seen and not heard, unless they were singing 'Jingle Bells', then they were supposed to be both. However, it was neither right now. Not seen, not heard. Jenny was pretty on point with her nonverbal cues, this time it involved waving a pacifier over his face. If he wasn’t going to keep his mouth shut, she’d do it for him. “Rhonda-dear! Our other Little has made a return,” Anne-Margot called to her sister. The music and reindeer cha-cha came to a sudden stop. Kinsey paused mid-prance and slowly turned towards the door. Even in the dark room, James could see her stop and take in the whole scene. He found himself digging around in her head at the moment, trying to figure out just how she felt about the sight of him strapped to a changing table, one on wheels at that. Was she mad at him? Or maybe she was ready to gloat? Then he remembered that she had a diaper with her name on it as well; but it didn’t look like she was wearing it, only the thin padding of a pull-up showed through her cutesy reindeer costume. The diapers stored in the cart were enough to make a girl like that waddle, especially one with her tiny frame. How would they look on him? James found himself thinking about how the diapers would fit on his skinny frame. If he kept acting like an idiot, he might get a chance to find out. Or was that already out of his control? Acceptance. The crowned Mrs. Raucier looked up from the catalog shared between her and the glasses kemono Amazon, and flashed them a quick smile. James recognized the evaluating business-like stare, she was deep into some kind of consideration. Some kind of major decision. Anne-Margot was already three sheets to the wind, still bobbing her tinsel-haired head to a beat that no longer existed. The Nanny Mamsy also had her eyes on him, like a tiger in the bush. However, she still busied her hands with her sewing project, which looked almost completed. “Is there only one table?" Mrs. Raucier asked. "I think I’d like to do both at the same time.” Jenny placated, “I can borrow another table from the hall.” “Do that, I’d like to get started and have a good look at the two of them together. Are the outfits ready, Rachelle?” The thick glasses and purple kimono wearing Amazon nodded. James figured that she was the one on the radio with Jenny just moments before. He recognized her voice as soon as she started talking; it was nasally, like the thick glasses pinched just enough nostril to make her squeak. “Yes, ma'am. I figured we would start with some pajamas. They're more unisex, so they'll better show their uncanny similarities. Now the ones I picked out aren't what you'd find at any Little boutique, they're avant garde, trend setting, yet familiar and traditional, and as you will notice..." Mrs. Raucier silenced her with a glare. "I just want to see them in their outfits, you've been stalling all night." "Yes, ma'am." Rachelle leapt up from her chair and hastily shuffled out the door, giving Jenny a 'look' as she passed. The next few moments involved a second changing table being rolled in from the backstage hallway, an atmosphere of Anticipation, and an awkward silence between the two steadfast Littles. Kinsey stared daggers into his soul, like this was all his fault or something. This was out of his control. The Little model had a catch in her breath, short and sudden. Totally different than her usual confident demeanor. There was no sign of her ever-present swagger. She displayed an unsuredness that didn't exactly put him at ease, especially when she 'willingly' climbed onto the table parked next to him. Kinsey glared at him as she hit the vinyl changing mat, and her longer hair overflowed onto the vinyl padding. An impromptu meeting took place out of earshot, the Amazons and the Little-wrangling Betweener huddled around the outfits brought into the room by Rachelle. Mrs. Raucier seemed pretty animated about something, Anne-Margot looked beside herself in glee, but the air around them seemed to crackle with unseen tension. "Good work, Gramcracker." Kinsey waited until the others were distracted to poke fun at him. "I knew I could count on you to keep your pants clean." "You're about to be in a diaper, too," James argued. Kinsey pointed to her chest with her thumb. "I was always supposed to be in a diaper tonight, it's part of my job to show off baby clothes meant for you baby morons. It takes a diaper to make them fit right, but you'll be figuring that out soon enough yourself." "I'm not going to be figuring out- anything!" James spat. Kinsey giggled. "So tell me? Did you really wet your pants while singing?" He scoffed, "No! Of course not." "That's not what Mamsy said." James shouted, "Mamsy is a liar!" Unfortunately for him, his rebuttal of the Amazon nanny came out loud enough for the entire huddle to hear. All five heads turned in his direction, each bearing a scowl or frown, Nanny Mamsy looked like she planned to address his words at a later moment. James even caught a bad look from Jenny, his supposed friend on the inside. He glanced over at Kinsey, who was rolled up on her back atop the changing pad, holding her feet in her hands, an awful 'I got you' smile on her stupid face. Oh, there was going to be payback for this, James thought to himself as he crossed his arms. Kinsington was dead. She just didn't know it yet. "Listen, Mrs. Raucier." Jenny appeared upset as she feverishly typed something into her tablet. "Let's get them properly dressed, then you can make your decision. I think you'll find it more comfortable as you go through the process, yourself." "That's right, sis," Anne-Margot added. "I didn't feel the closeness until after the first couple of diaper changes. Or the first few times nursing." Rhonda Raucier accepted a long stemmed martini from her sister, and took it down in a pair of long sips. However, she still had this wide-eyed look about her, like she was tied to a carousel careening off its track, and she was the only plastic pony to see it coming. "You also have me to help you," Mamsy said in a calm-inducing manner. "You're not going to make any mistakes with me around." "She doesn't need you around, she needs to do things herself," Anne-Margot chastised the nanny. "Either way, ladies.” Jenny sounded exacerbated by the quarreling Amazons, and the reluctant client. “Either way, we're going to want to get them dressed." "Okay, I'm ready." Mrs. Raucier didn't look ready. James didn't feel ready. Kinsington... screw Kinsingston. Jenny held out her hands in their direction. "Which one do you want to do first?"

Just have fun with all of this. Some of the horniest people are older folks! (Like me!)

We've all said it. Age is just a number. If you are as compatible as you sound I think it's a wonderful idea to continue to see her and see where it goes. We all know how hard it is to find someone who accepts this side of us and she seems to be a very nice lady. I wish you the best of luck and hope you and her both find happiness. Oh and of course keep us posted. Success stories like what this could be are few and far between.

After going through the virus and spending the self isolation time away from people, I was finally able to visit Barbara on Friday. I decided since I haven't been able to get together with her for a few weeks, that I would take her to a really nice Chinese restaurant that she asked me about when she was talking to my mom and she told her how she really loved the restaurant I took her to called Chinglish Cantonese Wine Bar. The restaurant is located near the intersection of Durango Drive and W. Charleston Blvd. at 8704 W Charleston Blvd, Suite 101. It is a great place to go since it is located near Las Ventanas at Summerlin which is where both Barbara and my mom live. I first went over to Las Ventanas where Barbara met with my downstairs and we drove over to the restaurant. While I am not really a wine drinker, Barbara does like wine, so we got a couple of glasses of wine and shared an appetizer of scallops as getting the hot and sour soup, and also shared the entree, which overall was way more food than we could eat. The funny think is that the waitress made a comment that it is really nice that you are taking you mother out for dinner and hopes that we are having a great time. Barbara reached over and kissed my on the lips and told the waitress that I was her boyfriend. It was funny to watch her face turn bright red. While eating we were talking and she was really excited about seeing me and how she missed me and was worried about me while I was sick. When sitting down she pulled her chair right over next to me and was holding my hand and kissed me a couple of times while we talked. while talking I commented on how she looked great in her dress, and how she had done her hair up for our date. While I only had the one glass of wine, she had a couple of more glasses during our dinner, and it was noticeable to me that as she drunk more she become flirtatious with me and put her hand on my lap and said that she missed seeing me and could tell by patting my lap that I was also wearing my diapers which she also missed. I had to ask her to quiet down a little because she was speaking loud enough that I am fairly certain the people sitting next to us could hear her comment about my diapers. I am not sure if the couple who were laughing and looking over at us where doing it because they could tell that there was an age difference, or if they had heard what she had said? Either way, I will admit that in a weird way it was a turn on to see how they had been acting. I told Barbara that we need to go soon because I either needed to go change in the restaurant bathroom, or go back to her place so I could change into a dry diaper since it was starting to feel really wet. As we were walking out to the car Barbara told me she had a confession she wanted to make to me. She said that when my mom told her about my wearing diapers, she had told my mom that she was very intrigued that I wore diapers, and Barbara told me that my mom said it was very noticeable to her that when I told her about wearing diapers that I enjoyed her seeing that I wore diapers, and that she could also tell by how I talked about wearing them that I had a fetish. I told Barbara that I wear diapers because I need them, but admit in a strange way I also enjoy wearing them and the thought of being caught in public by someone is exciting. This is when Barbara told me that she does have a fetish for diapers, and the fetish is not for her but me to be in diapers. At this point we got back to Las Ventanas and I checked in to visit her apartment. While we walked up to her room she said that since I needed to change my diaper, she wanted to change my diaper for me. When we got up to the room she had me lay down and remove my diaper, cleaned me off, and put a dry diaper on me. She told me that it was a turn on for her to change my diaper and said she would like to do it again. She then asked me if I remembered the activities we had talked about last time, and asked me if I was ready to try the one where we asked each other questions? She said that since she had not seen me in a few weeks, and the fact that she really wanted to learn more about me, that she wanted the questions to be one sided where she asked me all of the questions and I would answer her questions. The first question she asked me was if I embarrassed or excited when I told my mom about wearing diapers? I told her that when I drove over to my moms I was going back and forth in regards to if I wanted to tell her, and was very nervous about telling her about my diapers, but when I got up to the room it ended up being really easy for me to tell her, and was actually a little exciting and a big relief to tell somebody about my diapers. Next she asked me when my mom told me how old she was, was I still interested in meeting her, or hesitant? I told her that my mom had at first told me she was 68 instead of 78, and that after seeing her picture I thought she wasn't that much older than me and found her very attractive, and was really interested in meeting with her. She then asked after I found out that she was older than I thought she was, did that change my feelings? I told her that when I first found that out I was a little nervous with dating someone who was almost 20 years older than me, but after thinking about it, I thought we are a very good match and didn't see any issue with the difference between our ages. She asked me a few other questions, and then came out and asked how would I feel if she was to help with changing me whenever we are together? I told her that I am nervous, but actually excited by the thought of her changing me. She has told me that she wants to start introducing me to all of her friends that live in Las Ventanas as her boyfriend, and would like to be open about my age with everyone. We will see where things go from here!

Hope you bounce back from it quickly... I know some folks who've had lingering effects from it - I guess it just depends on the person.

Sorry for the long wait. Busy holidays. It looks like we're going to be wrapping it up in the new year. There might be some typos, I didn't get to proofread this one as much as I usually do. Thanks for all of the kind words, and interested comments, it makes this more fun. Have a happy new year! Also, thanks for reading. The Present(s) 4 Antechamber The present isn’t always a kind place. Sometimes it’s scary, or sad, a space where unhappiness thrives. A place where you find yourself thinking 'how did I get here?' or 'why did this happen to me?' Sometimes the present isn't a place where anyone would want to be. But you're trapped there, and you can't get out. Sometimes the present is full of monsters. Monsters taking the illustrious form of four Amazons ladies. All dressed to the nines in elegant finery, in well-fitting gowns of black sequins, red satin or purple silk. Soft and shiny, elite and unyielding. Every bit made to perfection. Their immaculate hair put up in tight buns, knotted braids or flowing free in cascading curls. One wore a headdress with small strips of glittering tinsel; but the one who sat in the middle, the only one James recognized, wore a crown. Rhonda Raucier. James recognized her from the moment he entered the small party room. She wasn’t the sort of Amazon anyone would miss, or forget. He’d been a Gramcracker at her office before tonight’s party. Rhonda had crossed several lines during their first encounter, not caring about those protections that existed on paper, and vigorously rubbing his rump at every opportunity. She claimed she was checking to see if ‘Little Boy Blue’ made it to the potty on time. Not even the other Bigs believed her; but she was their boss or something, and she got away with all kinds of bad behavior. Rhonda Raucier with her short blonde bob, and her discerning blue eyes, in a sleek red satin dress. One of the few times that a client had requested a callback. She wanted him to do a ‘Little Miss Muffet’, wear a cloth diaper under a frilly dress, and sit on a vibrating tuffet. But he said ‘no whey’. The request was a double violation of his meager principles, his no diaper/no dress policy, and James called in sick that week. It wasn’t brought up again by the agency, and until tonight, he thought he’d dodged that bullet. In the present, James didn’t like the way they all stared at him. Expecting something. His entrance had interrupted their small talk over dry martinis and lush wines. Though, they didn’t mind. There was a hungry excitement for the Littles on the menu, an excitement that could lead to him being gobbled up. He served himself to a table reserved for Bigs, with their pompous hair-dos and creepy smiles. One, two, three, four. He counted them. James stood alone in the small party room in front of this 'Quad Squad' of Amazons wondering just 'how did he get here?' He knew, but he still had to ask. The nervous Littles were shuttled from floor 99 to 100 like contraband. Jenny led him up a back stairway, where there were other Tweeners, other Littles, but there was no Kinsey. They'd been immediately separated for what came next, and James found himself actually missing her presence. The room suddenly needed her biting sarcasm, and in a big way. He wondered if she meant her bit about working together, making sure they stayed safe, if their pinky pact actually could stand up to their contract. Who would hear him if cried out ‘waffles’? The present. Floor 100. The small party room was just one of three rooms where he was expected to be present. The first was the main party room, a place to take breaks and enjoy himself with the other Littles. Dance music blasted from a Little DJ, the dance floor was so crowded he could barely see its polished parquet floors. Dim lights, loud music, and there were red balloons, green wreaths and even greener garland, white linen table cloths, and burgundy fabric draped over mostly empty chairs. There was a buffet in there, but James had no idea what was being served because they had him running for his life to this small party room, a fox hunt towards these waiting Amazons. One, two, three, four. Deep breath. The small party room was aptly named for the Amazons, not so much for him. Of course, they’d consider it cozy even if it took stacking ladders for James to reach the ceiling. However, he couldn’t argue with the atmosphere. Especially while listening to the crackling fire, standing on the snazzy red carpet runway adjacent to the expensive looking sitting area. The paneled walls adorned like the rest of the building, holiday flavor through and through. He slowly inhaled the heavy scent of holly in the air. Rosemary, thyme, more cinnamon. Itty-bitty hints of baby powder. Nowhere nearly as strong as the changing room. A decorated tree dominated a forgotten corner opposite the sitting area and fireplace. Its shiny baubles caught the fire's glow and shared it from branch to branch. There were other tiny lights, like pinpricks into an ethereal plane. Beneath the tree lay dozens of giant presents, some bigger than James. Some wrapped, some unwrapped. A pair of rocking horses with glistening bows on their heads sat waiting for their first ride, the same could be said for the two matching tricycles just as shiny as the glass baubles on the branches. One more time, then he'd say it. Then he'd start it. One, two, three, four. Connecting the two very different rooms was a cramped hallway full of stressed-out Betweeners and freaked-out Littles. This was the place for all of the hustle and bustle. Out of sight of the Bigs, where the help navigated room to room as they performed the magic of the evening. A backstage to a ridiculous reality show called 'real life'. The backstage hallway was bright and busy, incandescent lights, clean white tile floor, and the stainless steel platters and serving trays. Tweener waiters in white tuxedos rushed around putting purpose into the confusion, clashing and clanging, bossing and moving. James had to dodge a few as he followed Jenny like a lost child. There were countless doors lining the hallway, presumably to other party rooms, but there was only one door at the end of the hall. The only space with no crowd. There was a half window on the wall with foggy frosted glass, tinted to the point of obscurity – a place where shadows could play. It's what caught his eye as Jenny reminded him "to keep up, and try not to get lost." But he was already lost. Even if he was in the place he was 'supposed' to be. In the present, in front of the monsters. Counting them down. One, two, three, four. In the backstage hallway, there was a door with him and Kinsey's name on it. On paper of course. A door that led him to this room, to the red carpet runway, crackling fire, and massive tree with wrapped presents and unwrapped presents. With its four monsters in the form of Amazon women. One he recognized, three he did not. Its windows so high over the world, James kept his distance from them. Every Little is afraid of heights. That’s how he got there. One of the Amazons asked, "Is he going to sing?" "Shh, he's probably just nervous." Another hushed the first one. James couldn’t see which ones because his eyes were tightly closed. He would start with counting down, then the courage would show up, belated but necessary. Then he'd sing his 'Jingle Bells', then he'd be... done? No. 'Done' was in the future, he needed to be in the 'right now'. Right. The present. This moment was enough to take his breath away, that’s why he had to countdown. He needed to sing, but enough air felt just out of reach, no matter how long he paused to catch it. “Hello, Jamie.” He recognized that voice. It belonged to Rhonda Raucier. The smooth words came out of her mouth like liquid chocolate, or creeping slime. Powerful, slithering, crawling into the ears and yanking the brain around. “Are you going to say hello?” sounded a different voice, one a little less patient. His eyes darted to the one on the right end, the obvious eldest of the four, with graying hairs and terse, tight lips. Her hair was in an even tighter bun, the sequins on her black dress shimmered in the firelight, and her beefy arms remained crossed over her chest. She spoke in a chastising tone that made him feel like she was familiar with Littles. “Don’t be rude, Jamie.” But it was wrong. His name wasn’t Jamie. It just didn’t matter on this side of town. He would become whatever they wanted for tips. James made a slight bow. “Good evening, ma’am.” “You’re right about him, Rhonda. He’s absolutely perfect.” The tinsel-haired one clasped both hands to her heavily rouged cheeks. “And his pretty hair!” She sat on the other end, on the left side of Rhonda Raucier. The tinsel-haired one had similar features and shared mannerisms with Rhonda, and could barely rein in her excitement. James immediately thought she was a sister, or at least some relation. The present had the ability to share secrets if he paid close enough attention. “Do you have a song for us?” Rhonda asked. “Um. Yes, ma’am.” James answered. “Then why aren’t you singing it?” asked the older lady on the right end. “He’s just nervous, Mamsy.” The crowned Raucier had a surprisingly gentle tone. “Why don’t you come a little closer, so we can hear you better?” So far the only one of the four that hadn’t spoken to him was the one in glasses and a purple silk kemono that sat close to Rhonda, but even she evaluated him with a keen eye. Closer. These were easy orders to follow, or were they? James remained across the room, barely outside the doorway. As he shuffled forward, he suddenly felt self-conscious about his costume, and lack of underwear, and the fact that his training pants were still inside the changing room. He tugged down his ‘lower tunic’, the part of the shirt that hung free below the red sash. It wasn’t called a skirt, it was a ‘lower tunic’. He had hoped that it would sit low enough to cover his holly berries, but he was starting to have doubts. If the Amazons found out he wasn’t in full wardrobe — he didn’t want to think about that. He had a room full of monsters to placate. The bells on his clothes sounded with every cautious step closer. Ting-a-ling, ring-a-ling. Mrs. Raucier beckoned him with a giant curled finger and a predatory grin. Away from the door, across the red carpet runway, and closer to the four Bigs. “That’s close enough, sweetie.” She leaned back in her huge chair. “What’s the problem, did you forget the words or something?” “Sometimes Little ones get too nervous and their brains go blank,” Mamsy parroted the notion of anxiety induced Little amnesia. “Would you like us to help you remember?” James muttered, “I remember them.” “Then sing for us,” Mrs. Raucier ordered. He took his cue, loudly counting down before belting out ‘Jingle Bells’. He closed his eyes and prepped his voice, no pressure or anything. “One, two, three, four… Dashing through the — waaah!” His world spun counterclockwise as he was yanked from the floor by his arm and into the air before he could finish the first line. When James opened his eyes, he sat higher from the ground, his body turned around to face the spot where he just stood. Somehow he was on the lap of an Amazon. The one with the tinsel-hair. James reeled forward a bit, arms flapping wildly to maintain balance. His legs forcibly spread over a ginormous thigh. An ample chest cushioned his upper back, while a pair of strong hands kept him in place, gripping him tightly around the midsection. “Anne-Margot, what do you think you’re doing?” The crowned Mrs. Raucier barked, obviously disappointed. “Jamie looked so nervous all alone,” argued Anne-Margot, “so I just knew he had to sit on Auntie’s lap.” It looked as though his captor wasn’t letting him free anytime soon. “Actually, I’m fine,” announced James. Unfortunately, he was far from fine. A better word would be ‘terrified’, but that word would get him smothered by Auntie’s heaving bosom. “Our Little doth protest too much,” Mamsy opined as she leaned forward to catch a peek of the lap-riding Little. “That’s why they make pacifiers,” replied Anne-Margot. Pacifiers? Protest? He’d just been pulled onto a lap mid-song, and the night was still young. What else could go wrong here? “Come on, sis.” Rhonda sipped her martini before chastising Anne-Margot. “If he had a binkie in his mouth we wouldn’t be able to hear his sweet voice.” “To be fair, we haven’t heard it anyways,” declared Mamsy. “If he doesn’t want to sing, we’ll find someone who does.” James didn’t want to hear that. He didn’t want to be discarded. Especially after getting this far. Then there was Kinsey, if he screwed this up, she’d lose her chance as well. Gosh, she’d be pissed. “If you let me down, I’ll sing. I promise.” “Oh, what a sweet Little promise,” gushed Anne-Margot as she jostled him up and down with a shaking leg. “But you can sing from here, on your big sled.” By sled she meant her thigh, knee, or whatever he was riding. “Hurry, there’s no time like the present,”reminded Rhonda as she adjusted in seat to get a better close-up view. The present. There it was again. James shook as he counted down another time. He had to do this, there was a contract, a job, a lingering fear of an angry Kinsey. “One, two, three, four — Dashing through the snow oh, oh, oh.” At the end of the line, Anne-Margot bounced him on her knee. Making his voice vibrate in his chest as James became a Little tambourine from the bells on his outfit. Jingle-jangle. Ring-a-ling. That wasn’t all, the Amazon dipped her knee as he rounded into the next line, sending James sliding towards the floor face first. He tightened his thighs around her tree trunk leg to keep from toppling down. “On a one horse-ie eeeee sleigh, over the hills we go oh, oh, oh —“ He again bounced about, he struggled to sing, and keep his lunch down. “Laughing all the way — hahaha.” Amazons know that every Little has a ticklish spot. Anywise, James liked to think so; because he did, and it didn’t take Anne-Margot much time to find it. She had her fingers digging into his ribs, tapping between the bones in a frantic xylophone solo. He kicked his Little legs and tried to cover his mouth, but there was no stopping his cutesy infantile reaction. Out came the sweet baby giggles and high pitched squealing for her to stop. Anne-Margot wouldn’t stop, like he couldn’t stop laughing. It put a quick end to his singing, but the ‘Quad Squad’ didn’t seem to care. The other women enjoyed the new show. James thrashed against her firm grasp, his loose hat fell lifelessly to the floor. There was no control at this point, Anne-Margot had him in a bad way. “Watch out, Anne-Margot.” Mamsy warned from her spot furthest away. “When you tickle a Little like that, sometimes they spring a leak.” Anne-Margot slowed her tickling before tightening her grip around him in a possessive manner. As if dear old Mamsy had struck a nerve telling her how to play with her new toy. “I may not be the city’s most sought after nanny like you, but I have six Littles of my own. So don’t you tell me how to play with this Little guy.” Nanny Mamsy didn’t outright react, only sliding back into her chair with a blank expression on her face. Her hand reached for something under her seat, producing a knitting project whose colors were pretty pink and baby blue. She was at work putting needles together before Anne-Margot was finished rolling around in her indignation. “Besides,” Anne-Margot continued, “he’s wearing protection.” Uh-oh. James squirmed as he felt her big fingers tapping at the soft spot between his cheeks, checking for padding that wasn’t there. He was officially busted. Anne-Margot let out a suspicious chuckle before turning him slightly towards her until her lips pressed against his ear. “Oh my, what a naughty, naughty Little.” Her words came out husky, and her hot minty breath tickled his neck. James shuttered and grasped onto his knees with clenched fists. “Do you know what will happen if you have an accident, Little guy?” Anne-Margot teased with a harsh whisper. “Tell me, Jamie. Use that sweet little voice.” Now that he was out of the spotlight, the other women suddenly seemed oblivious to this interaction. Like Little Jamie and Auntie Anne-Margot sat all alone on the edge of the row of four. Nanny Mamsy on the other end briskly sewing and humming, and the quiet lady in glasses captured the attention of Mrs. Rhonda Raucier with an open Little’s clothing catalog. Still, this semi-isolation didn’t stop James from being self-conscious about the topic, so he quickly decided he wasn’t going to answer her question. If he ignored her, maybe she would just go away. He whispered, “I’ll sing if you let me down.” The matronly Auntie softly tsked him as she ran a hand against his burning cheek. “I’m not asking for a song, Jamie. I want you to tell me what happens to naughty Littles who have accidents.” “I don’t know.” He knew. This was a mousetrap, no touching the cheese. She happily mused, “That’s okay, I’ll help.” Anne-Margot gently combed through his hair as she again pressed her lips against his cheek. Her other hand snaked its way to his inner thigh, just below where his ‘lower tunic’ met his candy cane tights. “I’ll give you a good hint, it starts with the letter ‘D’.” The Amazon briefly paused before continuing her belittling. “Then comes an ‘I’.” She was spelling it out for him, paving the road to an easy answer. He knew the answer, she knew he knew the answer, he knew she knew he knew the answer. But he wasn’t going to say it. James bit his lower lip, clamping his mouth closed as he tightened the grip on his tights. Anne-Margot moved her hand slowly and deliberately down his thigh before wedging a thick palm between his legs. Judiciously separating them to simulate the bulk of a diaper. Was it cloth or disposable? Or thick and pink like the one for Kinsey? The diaper with teeth. The imaginary diaper wasn’t there in the present, but at the same, it kinda was. James felt it cushion his bottom, tightly taped or pinned right around his waist. The phantom feeling of being padded, to protect him against his naughty accidents. Even if he didn't even have naughty accidents. “Next comes an ‘A’, like for ‘alligator’ or ‘applesauce’. Do you like applesauce, Jamie?” He shook his head. “Oh, that’s too bad.” Auntie Anne-Margot playfully spread his legs even further. “I hope that you’ll learn to like your appy sauce.” At this point, James realized he needed out. Like real bad. There was some line-crossage going on that was probably against his Gramcracker contract. Then a strange realization came over him. He wasn't operating under the rules of his dear old contract, he was in the confines of a different one. One he didn't fully read or understand, how was he stupid enough to sign that new contract? Well, there was Jenny pressuring him, and Kinsey doing pretty much the same. This was entrapment. That's what it was, and when Anne-Margot let him go, he'd get up and file a complaint. His Little wrangler had to be around her somewhere. He was in the bad, but the bad would be over, and then he'd find Jenny. That's what he thought about, not the diaper. Not the diaper. Anne-Margot whispered, “Next comes the ‘P’." He unconsciously crossed his legs in her lap, as if her words had the power to make him pee his pants. James was somewhat surprised that he didn't wet himself on command. Could Amazons do that? There was little he could do to stop them if they could, especially while in the clutches of this monster. "Not that kind of pee, you silly Little." She rearranged him so he was sitting fully upright against her chest. "I'm talking about the letter 'P'." James discovered that he had unconsciously closed his eyes as a defense against reality. He opened them, trying to soak in the present. Soak was a bad choice of words. "I like 'P' words, don't you?" Anne-Margot grinned. “There are so many for Littles. Let’s list them out.” “Pamper.” “Padded.” He closed his eyes again, hoping it would go away. It didn’t. “Playful.” “Pants.” “Protection.” “Pee.” “Poo-“ He’d had enough. James struggled to give her an answer, because he had to put a stop to Anne-Margot’s ‘P’ words. It took all of his effort to unclamp his mouth, peeling apart his tight lips, prying open his clenched teeth and jaw set by his own mental lockdown. But James managed to spit it out in a quick gasp. “A diaper.” “What was that?” Anne-Margot pretended to be surprised by his answer. “I didn’t catch it from Mister Mumbles. Say it louder.” “They wear diapers,” he shamefully repeated. He noticed that the entire row of Amazons heard him, each giving him a quick glance before returning to their sewing needles and fashion catalogs. His captor reveled in his humiliation and happily bounced him on her lap. It looked like she got what she wanted out of him. He didn’t feel proud about any of this interaction, maybe Kinsey was right about the Gramcrackers. Right about him. At least she was done messing with him, Anne-Margot would let him go and then he could have a sit down with Jenny the Tweener. He needed to reestablish some boundaries, or create them in the first place. “Jamie, do you like tongue twisters?” “What?” James answered, doing nothing to cover up his shock. “I love tongue twisters,” Anne-Margot continued. “Especially ones that I make up, like I just did for our little ‘P’ words. Do you want to try it?” He knew she wasn’t really ‘asking’. “I’ll say it first, then you can repeat it.” Anne-Margot then put the cheese in the trap. “If you do a good job, I’ll let you go, and you can play in the main party room with the other Littles. Doesn’t that sound fun?” It didn’t sound fun, but it sounded free, and he needed to be free. This present moment sucked. Anne-Margot sat up straight for her delivery. “Peeing pants without protection puts baby in a padded pamper.” James was taken aback. The Little struggled to find another way out of this situation. It was a fight that came from both sides, against the teasing Auntie Anne-Margot and a battle against himself. He wanted out of this situation, and she provided the humiliating key to his canary cage. It was a way out of this present, to put himself into another one. But his cheeks were already on fire, he was humiliated, embarrassed, beyond stupified. “Your turn, Jamie.” So James said it. Softly, so only she could hear. “P-Peeing pants p-without prodection puts baby in a padded pam-per.” “I don’t think the other ladies heard you,” said Anne-Margot. “Say it again, louder this time.” He raised his voice. “Peeing pants without protection puts baby in a padded pamper.” “Not loud enough, Jamie.” He closed his eyes and screamed as loud as he could. It would all go away if he did what he was told. “Peeing pants without protection puts baby in a padded pamper!” His loud exclaimation made the entire row of Amazons stop what they were doing and grin from ear to ear. This was a bad thing. He was a stupid Gramcracker. James looked for a spot on the oversized lap, a place where he could curl up and die. Then the quiet lady in glasses and purple kemono finally spoke. “She’s ready to show off dress number two.” “Oh, perfect.” Mrs. Rhonda Raucier motioned towards the door. That’s when James first noticed Kinsey was there, accompanied by Jenny the Betweener. He almost didn’t recognize Kinsey at first sight, she’d gone through a wardrobe transformation, with a new hairstyle to match. Her longer blond hair was tied into a pair of tight pigtails, between them a shiny tiara that went well with the rest of her outfit. The overly pink princess dress was more ‘toddler-chic’ than her first dark green and gold one. There were ribbons, and bows, and long white gloves, and shiny slippers. And she walked with a slight waddle. Jame sat up higher on his perch, trying to get a good look at his Little partner. It didn’t take x-ray vision to tell that she was padded. A pull-up the most likely suspect, the huge diaper would’ve poof-ed that princess dress something awful. Kinsey scowled at him. Like an awful scowl. James immediately searched the last for what he did wrong to her. But he quickly figured it out. Just how long was she in that doorway? Probably long enough to hear the last bit when he yelled that stupid tongue twister, and he was sitting on an Amazon’s lap for good measure. He probably wasn’t winning any points with Little Miss Fashion. Was it too late to say ‘waffles’? He shrunk deeper into the embrace of Anne-Margot who was loudly adoring the new Little in the room. “There’s our Little princess!” “Did you make the changes I asked for?” Mrs. Raucier had a biting, business-like tone for the woman with the catalog. The mousy lady answered, “Why, yes. Of course.” Jenny spoke, “Kinsington and I agreed that we should lower the ages for all of the dresses.” Even though he barely knew her, judging by the grouchy look on her face, Kinsey didn’t agree to anything. “Good. Show me what she’s wearing underneath for protection.” Jenny thumped the Little’s back, and Kinsey slowly began lifting her shimmery pink skirt. High enough to see her knees, then her thighs, high enough to see her princess pink pull-up with purple crown and all. Kinsey hung her head low as she held the skirt high. There was nothing he could do except look away. Which he did. But he couldn’t stop from hearing their adorations, which were plenty. James wished he wasn’t in the room at all, that something would take him away. However, Mrs. Rhonda Raucier wasn’t content with exposing one Little. “Let’s see the special trainers I picked out for Jamie. They’re just too cute, candy canes on the front, and a little present on the back. You know, just in case there’s a little present.” Anne-Margot turned to her sister. “I think Jamie has something to tell you.” Who then turned to him. “Jamie, don’t tell me you’re not being a good Little.” James looked for help from Jenny and Kinsey. It wasn’t there. Jenny’s eyes were wider than ever, like she’d just seen a ghost. Kinsey only mouthed a pair of words at him, ‘ducking moron’. At least he was sure about the ‘moron’ part. Rhonda said, “Show me.” He looked up at the crowned Raucier and straight into her angry eyes. This was bad news. Like a thunderstorm about to hit a picnic bad news. “Jamie, this is your last chance, lift up your skirt and show me your underwear.” Mrs. Raucier had a scary way of commanding underlings. He knew that from their first meeting at her office; however, this was the first time that tone had been used against him. And James didn’t like it one bit. Now was not the time to inform her that it wasn’t a ‘skirt’, it was a ‘lower tunic’. Anne-Margot pulled him to his feet on her lap. Then he did what he was told. Compliance. The tunic’s bells daintily sang as he peeled the front up while looking away. They all gasped like he committed some sort of unspeakable crime. But if what he did was so bad, why did Anne-Margot look so happy? “Miss, are you going to let him flaunt his misbehavior?” asked Nanny Mamsy as she nonchalantly examined her sewing project with both hands. They were a pair of baby bonnets, one blue and one pink. “No, I’m not.” This was not going to slide, that was certain. Rhonda snapped her fingers at Jenny, who swiftly bounced into position, an unsaid apology by moving fast to fix her mistake. There was a short bit of quiet, as the whole room waited for Mrs. Raucier to speak her mind. No matter what she said, it wasn’t going to be good for James. That was also certain, he’d stumbled out of one puddle of ‘bad’ and fell face first into another one. Its depth currently unknown, but he knew he’d find out. “Jenny, I want you to fix this, I want him properly dressed. You’re wearing my patience thin enough as it is, and you don’t want to see what happens if you don’t follow through.” “Yes, ma’am.” The Betweener pulled out her tablet and jotted some quick notes. “I’m so sorry, is there anything else I can do?” “I think he needs the full treatment, don’t you?” Jenny answered, “Of course, ma’am.” “Maybe he needs to learn about consequences just like Kinsington. That always helps them shape up.” Jenny started, “And what should I use—“ “Use one of Kinsington’s, I’m sure there’s plenty.” With that, Jenny led him out of the small party room, yanked by forearm first with his Little jingling feet scrambling behind him, just trying to keep up. Their destination was the backstage hallway, where the future awaited.

I have a wolf pack of stuffies, around a dozen,but my got to to sleep with is a 28" wolf named Luna... she either sleeps on my chest or is cuddled up beside me... and yes, I sleep better with her....

Some people swear by the results, others it doesn't work on, so I guess individual results vary. For me, it's bunk- but I'm not easily influenced and I tend to be very stubborn/ strong minded. I've listened to some files from Warp My Mind just for funzies/ for the YOLO. Others have said they get better hypnosis results with professionals- either in person or on tape. So...if you wanna try it, try it. Even if you just find it relaxing or just enjoy the session. If it works for you and helps you achieve your goals, great.

Whew! yet another longer than expected chapter. As usual, thank you for all your responses regarding each chapter. It's far easier to think up this story than put it down on paper. I've already got the whole story thought out. Just need to stay motivated to continue. Now I'm going to go watch some Re-zero! Chapter 7 Sean didn't have much time to react as his bosses boss, Alexa, gently tugged at his boxers. His nervous nature was justified given his prior experience from yesterday. “Interesting material.” Alexa stated as she released her grip on his boxers, which both surprised and relieved him. She looked to be enjoying herself as she got back onto her feet and walked over to where Joseph was sitting. “You look pretty silly, sitting in that tiny couch.” Alexa giggled to herself as Joseph sat awkwardly on it. “It's small but not all that uncomfortable.” Joseph brushed off what his boss said as he looked over the items in his suitcase. “So...What's the plan for today?” Sean felt like he was completely unprepared for their arrival, he would have preferred to get changed first, but decided to hold off, not wanting to appear desperate. “Well, to start with. We have some pretty sweet gifts for you. Equipment made by the governments technological bureau.” Joseph threw a item to Sean. He quickly caught it, making sure to not drop it. “Huh... A watch?” Sean asked as he looked over the item, noticing that it was heavier and a bit larger than anything watch that he had worn “There should be a switch to the side of it, press down and flip it the glass up.” Joseph requested. Sean pressed on the switch to the side, which opened the glass crystal of the watch. Inside there was several small black pills that looked like tic tac mints, “What are these?” Sean noticed that there looked to be about two dozen of the tic tacs inside the watch itself. It acted as a container for it. “These lovely pills are going to be your best friend during your stay in our world. I'll get into the specifics but I believe a first hand try is the best way to learn how they work.” Sean wasn't entirely sure as to what Joseph meant as he took out another item that looked like a spray canister. He handed the item over to Alexa whom reviewed it. “Level two? Can't we go with something a tad higher?” Alexa asked as she looked gleefully at Sean. The young portal little felt very uncomfortable with her presence. “You know very well that we cannot.” Joseph stated with a serious look on his face. “That's no fun, but I'll take what I can get.” Alexa knelled down again, so she could look at the portal little, face to face. Sean wanted to back away, but he thought that by doing so, it would make his situation even worse. He decided to tough it out and hope for the best, despite his gut feelings telling him to run. “Don't worry, I'm not going to bite. This item is a spray deodorant. However it's specially made for little's such as yourself. And it's lavender, so you are going to smell quite divine.” Sean turned his attention to Joseph, wanting to get some sort of reassurance. “It's okay, Sean. Alexa is just teasing you. It's in her malicious nature to do so, with new employee's. I've got your back!” Joseph gave Sean a thumbs up. It wasn't what he wanted, but felt that it was better than nothing. “When I spray this, you should feel a warm sensation throughout your body. If there is any issues, please don't hesitate to bring it up.” Alexa stated as she started to shake the canister. “Um... What's going on? Is this somehow related to my job?” Sean asked, hoping to get a decent answer, as he stood there, awaiting the unknown. “It is. Consider this a training regiment , of sorts.” Alexa pinched Sean's cheek before spraying the bottle on his face and body.” “Sean wanted to complain about being sprayed without warning, as he quickly closed his eyes.. He was expecting his eyes to burn, but they actually felt fine as he slowly opened them after she stopped dousing him. The only thing different was the fragrance that emitted from his body. The smell was actually quite pleasant, as he sniffed the air and then his arms. “So, how do you like it? Lavender is pretty nice, don't you think?” Alexa asked as she kept her eyes on him. “It's not bad. Not my first choice for...” Sean stopped speaking as he felt his body becoming warmer. It wasn't a unpleasant feeling, but more odd, like he was near a fireplace. Not only that, but the anxiety that he was feeling, had all but diminished. He was in a peaceful state of mind. As if everything was right in the world “I bet your feeling rather tranquil, aren't ya?” Joseph asked as he grabbed another item out of the suitcase. “WOW!...Your damn right! I feel amazing! My body doesn't feel tense and I'm so comfortable. Like... I was always meant to be this way. Just what the hell just happened?” Sean was unusually cheerful, but didn't care, given how he currently felt. “You can thank this wonderful item for it.” Alexa handed the canister to Sean, as he inspected it, himself.. “So...This deodorant spray. It does more than make you smell good?” Sean asked as he looked over the instructions on the back of canister. He noticed that there was a logo that said level two on it. He thought the logo looked familiar but couldn't figure out as to what. “As Alexa said, that spray is specially made for little's. It's one of many unique items that are made to keep your kind...In a more docile type of mindset.” Joseph stated with hesitation as he handed a syringe to Alexa. She was more than welcome to take it. “Docile...Seriously!? I feel great! I could take on any task without any issue!” Sean started to stretch his arms out, not even paying attention to his surroundings. “It becomes more apparent...On the higher levels. You will understand, when you start your job. Interviewing our citizens and native little's will give you... Perspective. Also it's our job to make sure that you don't get effected by these higher levels.” Joseph smirked as he started to walk into the kitchen of Sean's apartment. “Heh, he looks funny.” Sean stated to himself as he looked over at Joseph and compared his large stature to the rest of his apartment. “My my...Aren't you the energetic type” Alexa stated as she kept her eyes on the portal little. Sean continued to do some stretches with his arms and legs as he didn't seem to be interested in standing still after feeling the effects of the spray. “I guess, I'll go get dressed. I'll be back in a moment.” Before Sean could head to his bedroom, Alexa put her hand on his shoulder. He turned his face, not really paying attention to her expression. “Not just yet, little one. We should get this next part over with, first.” She held out a needle in front of Sean's face. “What's that for?” Sean asked, without even looking remotely concerned. “In case, if one of our citizens may feel the need to...Forcefully acquire your services. We will implant a chip in your little bum, so that we will be able to track down your location at anytime. You will be protected, no matter the circumstance.” “Is that really necessary? I'm sure that I can manage well on my own” Sean asked with a confused look. “I don't doubt that you are more than capable of keeping yourself safe, but your well-being is our number one concern!” Alexa replied as she pinched his nose. Sean found himself blushing from the odd exchange. “I really should think about this. I don't want to have some object put in my...” Sean stopped speaking as Alexa lightly slapped his wrist. There was a moment of silence as the two stared at each other in the eyes. “Now Sean...I need you to listen to Aunty Alexa. I've been in this business for over a decade. I'm well trained at keeping your kind all pampered and cozy wozy. Don't you want to prove that you are a big boy that can take care of himself?” Alexa asked as she gently ruffled his hair. “Ugh...Um...I guess...I really want to prove that I can hold my own... Somehow” Sean kept his head down, he surprisingly didn't feel embarrassed by the way she spoke to him. Alexa's words seemed to hold more weight than he figured. “That's a good baby...Now please lower your big boy undies and lay across my lap. I promise to make this quick and painless.” Alexa sat down and patted her thighs, motioning for him to come over. “Um....Okay...”Sean didn't know why, but he found Alexa's words to be strangely comforting. He did feel some shame as he lowered his boxers to his ankles, which made him feel insecure. . “Very good. Now just relax on Aunties lap, I'll keep you comfy womfy.” Sean wanted to refuse, but for whatever reason, his body and part of his mind, just accepted her every word as he laid on her lap, as his face was facing the carpet flooring. “So well mannered. I bet your mommy back home, raised you quite well.” Alexa stated as she rubbed her hand over his rear end. “Ugh...Can you please hurry up...I'm not liking this.” Sean started to bite his lip, he didn't know as to why he was being so submissive to this woman that he had just met. “Okay, little one. I'll finish up. But only, because you are behaving properly. Alexa enjoyed every second as she injected the needle into his rear end. Sean felt a small sting, but it quickly faded away just a moment later as she pulled it out. After Joseph grabbed cup from one of the kitchen cabinets, he turned on the faucet and filled it with tap water. He then took a sip of it before heading back into the living room. “Looks like, even my boss is transfixed on that portal little. Incredible how our females are so obsessed with their kind.” Joseph stated to himself as he watched on, but prepared to intervene if necessary. After assisting in putting Sean's boxers back on, Alexa continued to keep a firm hold on him, so that he couldn't leave her lap. “Is something wrong? You can let me go now” Sean felt powerless as the amazonian continued to embrace him. He knew that something was off but he couldn't place it as he looked rather casual about it. “It's such a pity that you cannot take in all the pleasures that our native little's do. Perhaps level six would change your mind. I wouldn't mind personally showing you myself.” Alexa looked directly into Sean's eyes. Her gaze wouldn't flinch as she began to rub her left breast with her hand, while keeping her other hand, firmly on the portal little, so he wouldn't escape her grasp. Before she could escalate the situation even further, Joseph, playfully slapped her on the head. “Get a hold of yourself! We have a job to do, after all.” Joseph wasn't too thrilled with how baby crazed, his boss had become. Alexa snapped out of her daze, realizing as to what she was about to do. “Heh...You are right...Sorry about that.” Alexa released her hold on the portal little, before getting back onto her feet. “Here Sean. Take this pill and swallow it with the water.” Joseph handed Sean the glass in his hand. He saw the pill was the same ones that were inside the watch. “What's this for?” Sean asked as he placed it in his mouth and swallowed it. “That pill will help you regain your...Composure.” Joseph gave a ominous look at Alexa before focusing back on his new co-worker. Sean started to feel his body cool down but he also started to feel more like his old self. “What...The fuck...Just happened?” Sean wasn't sure as to describe as he started to feel more alert and focused. The anxiety also returned, which he didn't prefer. “What you just went through is a form of regression that we call level two. All native little's go through similar stages, depending on how their parents want them behaved. The pill that you just took, helps reverse the effects of that specific level. Though it only works for level two. Anything higher and it won't work. However, the pill does work at preventing the effects from level two to level five...Level Six on the other hand...Is a different story. I won't be going through finer details on that. Your partner that you will be meeting with tomorrow, will fill in all the...Specifics. “Are you serious! Was I just...Drugged? Sean wasn't sure if he wanted to scream or to act rationally. “What you may call being drugged. We call a natural state of being. After all, it only works on little's such as yourself.” Alexa stated as she walked towards the young man. “Joseph clinched his fist, he hoped that his boss would able to contain herself, this time. “But why...Why do this to your people? It's so messed up!” Sean realized at that moment, when Alexa towered over him, that the amazonian's didn't consider, little's as their people. They were nothing more than just a plaything for them. “It's a special bond that both our kinds share. I know it takes a while for portal little's to realize this, but give it some time, and even you will understand that it's for the best.” Alexa gently patted Sean on his head. He decided to stay quiet, feeling that he wasn't in a battle that he could win. Before he knew it, Alexa lowered her head so she could speak to him, right next to his ear. “If you were to decide to quit this silly position, I'll gladly take personal care of you. I promise that you won't regret it.” Alexa playfully kissed Sean on his cheek before heading to the font door. Sean stood their, frozen in disbelief at how casual she was about with everything. “I'm going to make a few calls, I'll leave the rest to you” Alexa said as she opened the front door. “Oh and Sean, I cannot wait to get to know more about you. And please, do enjoy your stay!” Alexa chuckled to herself as she stood outside, making a call on her cell phone. Joseph sighed, as he tried to salvage his professional relationship with his co-worker. “So...What's your opinion of our director?” Joseph asked as inspected Sean's demeanor. “She's...Very expressive. Does she honestly believe that type of attitude towards me, is appropriate?” Sean asked, looking somewhat disgusted. “As I told you from yesterday. Different dimensions, different laws. However, you should be thankful. Unlike any other little, you will have the opportunity to explore our world without any repercussion of being claimed and adopted.” Joseph stated. “And how is that suppose to make me feel better!? Can't you guys just change the rules and just do whatever you want with me?” Sean asked as he held his head down, feeling slightly betrayed and ashamed.. “Not exactly. Our government created this specific position within our company, with the intent of protecting you from people that act like Alexa. Though in her case, she was merely joking with you. Trust me, she is just ruthless with newbies.” “She didn't give off the vibe that she was playing around.” Sean replied. “Trust me, give it around a week or two and you will understand how her true character is.” Joseph knelled down, to be on the same eye level as Sean. “I'm not sure if I can do this. I feel way over my head in all this.” Sean felt overwhelmed and that the job that he job he thought he was going to have was merely a pipe dream. “Give it a week, before coming to a final conclusion, can you do that, Sean?” Joseph asked. “What's a week going to do?” He asked, while keeping his head down. “It will give you perspective and you will have a feel on how the job works, plus I know that you are not the type that wants to bail out on such a opportunity. To be able to see a dimension that so few are capable of visiting.” Joseph made sure to show how much Sean meant to the company, and how important he actually was. Sean stood silently, transfixed over his dilemma. He always wanted to explore the unknown but the cost was something far beyond his comfort level. “Despite...All the setbacks. I really want explore and document how your world works and interview it's people...But without having to deal with all the babying stuff.” Sean knew that he was putting a heavy burden on himself, but he knew that if he didn't at least try, that he would regret it down the road. “I'll personally make sure that your time here, will be more pleasant than what you had to deal with so far. Matter of fact, the watch I gave you, also has a direct tracking system to your apartment, so if you decide to go exploring, you will not get completely lost.” Sean looked over the watch he was given, he saw that it had a built in mini screen that could be used to direct him to current apartment. “Also, I want you to have this. This will guarantee that no one will try something, as long as you have it on you .” Joseph handed Sean a ring, which he put on his index finger. The ring was as expected, much larger than normal and had a black diamond as it's centerpiece. “What's does it do? “He asked as he looked it over. It was almost as heavy as the watch that was around his wrist. “On the shank of the ring, you will see a small switch. Press in on it and then push down.” Joseph asked. Sean pressed the switch as he was instructed, expecting to see something extraordinary but nothing happened. “Just hold on for a moment, I'll show you what that it is truly capable of.” Joseph walked over to where Alexa was standing. Sean watched as he manged to get her off the phone and brought her over to wear he was, much to his displeasure. “What's wrong? Do you need help using the potty??” Alexa asked as she looked down at the portal little with a obvious look of superiority. “Show her the ring, Sean.” Joseph stated as he watched on. Sean held out his finger, wondering what he was planning. “Oh my, that is quite beautiful. Perhaps a little to mature for someone like you.” Alexa used her finger to lightly tap Sean's nose, not caring for his obvious feeling on the matter. “You should touch the black diamond.” Joseph tried to keep himself from smirking as Alexa took a glance over at him before focusing back on Sean. “And what exactly is...OH FUCK! AHH....SHIT!” Alexa felt to the ground after a jolt of electricity flowed through her body. Sean couldn't believe at what he just witnessed. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Alexa laid motionless on the floor, for the next minute. “Serves you right.” Sean stated in his mind, as he turned his attention away from Alexa while she remained on the floor, her body was twitching from the aftermath of the shock. “Now that's some sheer firepower right there!” Joseph clapped his hands before helping his boss to her feet.” “What the hell was that, Joseph!?” Alexa looked distraught after recovering from the electric shock. “A new invention that our tech team in the government created. It was created to keep our new employee here, from any unwanted attention, if the worse case situation where to occur.” Sean was in awe at how some a gadget could be so powerful, like it was from sort of spy movie. “He doesn't need such a thing. What the hell was the Bureau thinking, in making such a god forsaken contraption.” Alexa stated as she slowly walked back to the entrance of the apartment. “The president of the UAR requested it. So it's beyond our decision on the matter.” Joseph replied. “I'm going to have a little chat with her, when I get back to my office.. I'm going to wait in the car and relax... Sean...It's been a pleasure... Ugh...” Alexa felt slightly dizzy as she walked slowly back to her vehicle. Joseph walked back over to Sean to wrap a few things up with him. “I bet that felt good, didn't it?” Joseph asked. “I won't lie...That was pretty hilarious.” Sean replied while laughing to himself. “And if you want to turn it off the electric charge, just press the switch up on the ring.” Sean did just that, not wanting to find himself on the wrong end of it. “See, things are already looking up for you! So you are welcome to explore the neighborhood and meet some of the locals if you want. Just make sure that you take another pill within the next four hours, or you could find yourself mentally regressed like with the spray canister. Also, make sure to keep your badge on you at all times, otherwise you will have a similar experience from yesterday, when you arrived.” “Will do. And thank for looking out for me... You have done so much. You are probably right. I'm sure I'll end up enjoying my time here as long as I'm careful. Speaking of which, can you get in touch with that amazon lady from yesterday? I've lost my wallet and cell phone and I'm pretty sure that they fell out of my pants, back when she tried to change me.” Sean asked “Of course, I'll get right on it, when I get back into the car. Also, your partner that will be assisting you with your job. She will be coming tomorrow morning around eight. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to ask her. She has been debriefed on your role with the company. “Her?” Sean knew what that likely meant. “Yes, Sean, your partner is a female amazonian. However she has been instructed to treat you as a equal, and understands the penalties if she were to break them. She's also just like you, she just graduated from high school herself, and is looking forward to starting her new career with Diamond Tours. “If you say so.” Sean didn't feel too confident in meeting this co-worker of his. “Also, I left a business phone for you on the coffee table. My number is already saved on it. So that way we can both stay in touch with each other, which will be quite important in this line of work. Though, your partner, her name is Zoe by the way, she will be mostly staying in contact with me, so you can just focus on yourself and your work.” Joseph started to head to the door. Sean had many more questions that he wanted to ask, but he started to have a brain fart and forgot what the majority of them where, which irritated him greatly. “Wait, I've got just one other question, I noticed that there is no washer and dryer in this apartment. Where do I go to take care of that?” Sean asked. “Hmm. Not sure myself. You should go ask Trish. Your manager should be able to assist you with your issue. I've got a busy day ahead for myself, so I have to get going rather soon. I'll stay in touch, so don't worry and have a good time. Also, you can now watch any on the programming on the television without any issues, as long as you take the a pill within the next four hours.” Joseph closed the door behind him before Sean could get another word in. Despite everything that Joseph did to him. Sean still felt that he was holding something back, as if he was not entirely looking out for his best interest. But he was just thankful that he still had his freedom. “Well, at least I've got a way to contact him now.” Sean checked out the phone, it looked to be a old school type of phone. One that clearly didn't have access to the internet. After messing with the phone and watch for a few minutes, he placed them both on the coffee table and and decided to turn on the television for the first time. “Let's see what the entertainment world of the amazons has to offer.” Sean skimmed through the channels, noticing that most of the programming was very similar to the ones in his dimension, such as sports, news, soap opera's, and sitcoms. “At least their doesn't look to be any reality television crap.” Sean decided to test his limits and change it to one of the channels that was marked, unsafe for portal little's. He pressed the remote which turned it to a station that immediately showed a native little, just crawling on his hands and knees in a grassy field, there was some odd melody playing in the background as the little kept crawling towards a sandbox. “Now I see why this is unsafe for me. This is boring as hell!” Sean felt disappointed to find most of the so called unsafe stations were aimed for little kids and or babies. The only thing he found disturbing was that most of the babies that were on the programs were of little's. All of them where wearing infantile garments and seemed to be incapable of any sort of cognitive speech. Sean decided to test his luck and venture into the outside world, all by himself. He made sure that his badge, work phone, and most importantly, his ring, were on his person. Joseph and Alexa remained quiet in the car as they headed back to their headquarters at Diamond Central. “You nearly messed things up royally, Alexa. What the hell were you thinking?” Joseph asked. “You have got a lot of nerve to be talking to your boss like that. Especially after that stunt you pulled earlier with that ring.” Alexa replied. “You gave me no choice. I originally hadn't planned on giving that ring to Sean, but due to your actions, I needed to give him some assurance that he wouldn't end up like every other native little in our world. You need to keep your maternal instincts in check! We cannot afford to mess things up this time, otherwise our government may shut us down permanently. It's bad enough that there is a temporary hold from having more portal little's visit our dimension after the debacle from the last tour group. “I still don't understand how things went wrong with the last group. I heard that everyone had a good time and we actually exceeded our quota on portal little's from the quarterly report.” Alexa stated. “The only reason we exceeded, is because of that very tour group. And it was for all the wrong reasons! We had thirty portal little's visit our world...And NONE of them made it back to their world. I found out later from internal investigations, that all of them were snatched up by our citizens. We are only suppose to have half of a tour group go missing at max! Not the whole freaking group, otherwise we could end up facing legal action like we now are now! We need to keep Sean, happy and satisfied! At least until both governments interview him and get off our backs. “It's your fault for hiring such a adorable looking portal little. Even I may consider adopting him when the time comes.” Alexa smiled at the thought. “This isn't the same like with the previous portal little consultant. Sean has more leverage in his choices and I doubt he's going to try and start a uprising like Rebecca did.” Joseph hated the feeling of being stressed out, it was so unlike him to be so cautious. “Aww... Little Rebecca. She tried so hard to make a difference for the native little's. And she certainly did, by being adopted by my sister after that nasty stunt she tried to pull.” Alexa stated. “Both of our governments allowed her to be adopted, due to what she was trying to do. But it was still frowned upon, overall. If anything were to happen to Sean, the company will most certainly be screwed!” Joseph stated. “I've never taken you for the type to be so loyal to the company. Where is all this passion coming from?” Alexa asked. “Unlike you, I have lofty goals of moving up in the world. If I can prove myself, perhaps I can get a decent position in the government.” Joseph replied. “Oh? Reaching for the stars, are you? Well then... I have a proposal for you. Something that could benefit the both of us.” “Go on. Explain yourself.” Joseph asked. “I have connections with the Vice President of the UAR, perhaps I can convince him to retire and you can take his position, when the next term comes around.” Alexa stated. “Sounds interesting, but I would rather have the speaker of the house position instead.” “Why's that?” Alexa asked. “Because the Vice president seat has no real influence. The speaker position is far more ideal for me.” “In that case, I'll work on that for you...But in return...” Alexa stopped talking as she awaited to hear Joseph's response. “In return, you want to have first dibs on adopting Sean, is that right?” Joseph asked. “Correct. I was planning on a early retirement and have been looking for the past couple months at adopting. There are several native little's that are available, but nothing comes close to having a portal little as your own baby.” Alexa licked her lips as she thought about the young man that she met earlier. “Very well. You get me a spot as speaker of the house, and in return...Sean is all yours.” Joseph stated as he parked his vehicle at the company headquarters. “It's a deal then.” Alexa shook hands with Joseph as they found a mutual agreement in their ambitions. Sean unexpectedly sneezed at he walked around the apartment complex, trying to get a feel for the area that he would be living in. He saw that it was very clean and well kept and the people that lived around the complex, seemed to be friendly, at least to their own kind. He didn't exactly want to try and strike up a conversation with a random amazon for now. Especially as he had already gotten a few odd looks from some of the tenants of the complex. Thankfully they kept to themselves as he walked past them. “Oh Sean, how are you? Are you enjoying your new home?” A amazon woman spoke as she walked up to the portal little, Sean kept his wits about him. He was prepared to defend himself, with the items that he was given. “Uh...You are...Trisha, is that right?” Sean remembered the manager that he had met from yesterday. “That's right, I'm so glad you remembered my name. I saw you walking around and was wonder if you had gotten lost.” She asked “I'm okay on that part, just browsing around. In fact I do have a question. Do you have some sort of laundry room that I can use? I don't have anything to clean my clothes with, when the times comes.” “Why sweetie, we certainly do! However you needn't worry about using such a shabby facility. You can bring your dirty clothes over to my place. I'm in room 301, which is actually a floor, above you. Here, just follow me, I'll show you the way.” Sean wanted to interject and that he would be okay, but she would not listen. So Sean just sighed and decided to follow along, not wanting to argue over something so trivial. After arriving on the third floor, via the elevator, Sean was able to get a better view on the neighborhood. He was pleasantly surprised to see a large amount of trees around the city, which reminded him of his home back in Oregon. “This is it, c'mon in, I'll get you something to drink, while I direct you where the washer and dryer are.” Sean felt hesitant on entering another amazons home, but if a worse case situation came, he had the ring to protect him. He hoped that it wouldn't come to that. As he entered, he noticed that the living space had far exceeded anything from his one bedroom apartment had. And as he had expected, all of the furniture and other furnishings were far bigger than anything that he had witnessed in his world. “The laundry room is right here.” Trisha opened a door in the hallway which revealed a large open room that housed a washer and dryer that could easily fit Sean's whole body. “So what do you portal little's like? Juice, cola? Or perhaps some chocolate milk?” Trisha asked as she entered the kitchen. Sean didn't want to stick around too long, as he wanted to go exploring around the neighborhood itself, but he couldn't say no to chocolate milk, as it was one of his guilty pleasures. “Go ahead and find a seat in the living room. My daughter, Abby should be watching some of her cartoon shows, you can join her if you want.” Trisha stated as she opened her refrigerator. Sean was curious as to what it would be like to converse with a amazonian child, but unfortunately, as he entered, he found the girl, sitting in the playpen, to be a little, much like himself. “Perhaps I can ask her as to why she puts up with this type of treatment?” Sean asked himself as he walk over to where the girl was sitting. “Ugh, hello? My name is Sean, how are you?” He awaited a response, but the girl that was sitting in a obvious diaper, kept her eyes glued to the television set. Her light brownish hair was stylized into twin tails to keep up her youthful looking appearance, along with the pink dress that did nothing to cover her larger than normal, padded undergarment. Sean looked over at the program that was playing on the television set. It looked to be playing some sort of cartoon where a cat and dog where joined together as a single person, and they looked to be getting in some sort of mischievous adventures. “Not much different from the cartoons that I watched when I was younger.” Sean thought to himself as he continued to focus his attention on the progam. “Oh, looks like someone finds bark vs meow to be interesting. Here, let me help you get a closer look.” Trish stated as she picked Sean up by his waist and quickly placed him into the playpen. “...You didn't have to due that. I'm not planning on staying that long.” Sean tried to respond in the most polite way, without creating any backlash. “Nonsense, you little's should just relax and have fun. Besides my daughter would love to have a playmate.” Trish handed Sean a sippy cup that was filled with chocolate milk “I heard that you portal little's don't like drinking from bottles, so I thought this would be fine for you.” Trish stated as she took a seat on the couch and pulled out a book to read. “Ugh...Thank you?...I guess...” Sean felt awkward as he tried to come up with a proper response, while looking over at the sippy cup. It had the face of a clown, and didn't look much different from a baby bottle itself. “It would be rude to not at least try it. Besides, if she does something shady. I'll be ready.” Sean stated in his mind as he took a sip from the cup. The first thing that Sean noticed, was how creamy and consistent that the chocolate milk was. He was dumbfounded. It was beyond anything that he had ever tasted, when it came to chocolate milk itself. Before he knew it, Sean continued to drink down the liquid from the bottle, not noticing the obvious smile from Trisha as she watched before focusing her attention back to her book. “That's good...No it's great. How the heck is this possible?” Sean took a seat as he continued to ponder as to what ingredients that the amazonian's had concocted for the chocolate milk to taste so incredible. After around twenty minutes, Abby turned her attention to from the television as her show ended, and ended up noticing the other little, beside him in the playpen. “Whoa!... Who are you? Did mommy adopt you too? ...Mommy, you got me a baby brother!” Abby yelled out, which took Sean out of his train of thought. “Ugh, sorry, that's not correct, I'm just a visitor. Name is Sean.” He held out his hand, awaiting a handshake, but instead she decided to hug him tightly, which caught him off guard. “You funny. I like you. My name is Abby, and I'm twee years old.” Abby eventually let go of her tight grip on Sean as she held out three fingers. “Three? Ugh, you look much older than three to me.” Sean started to wonder about this little's mentality. “She's actually nineteen. But three is her favorite number. And she is far cuter than any other three year old, aren't ya?” Trisha stated as she began to tickle her daughters feet. Sean watched on in silence, he thought it would have looked cute and wholesome, if the baby girl beside her, wasn't actually physically older than him. Sean looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that he spent over twenty minutes, drinking from a sippy cup, which made him blush deeply in embarrassment. “Mama, I think I need a change.” Abby stated as she patted her diaper.” “Looks like you have gone and soaked it. Let's get you all nice and cleaned up!” Trisha picked up her daughter with one arm, showing just how different, the level of strength, between a amazon and a little actually was. “I guess I'll get going, it's been nice meeting you two.” Sean was about to leave, but noticed that he couldn't get out of the playpen due to it being nearly two feet taller then himself. “This is just crazy.” Sean though to himself. Before he could usher another word, Trisha used her other arm to pick Sean up, holding him up to her shoulder, much like she did with Abby. “I'll let you go, but only after we get you changed as well.” Trisha stated as she patted his butt. Sean's face when completely white, as he heard that. He started to get flashbacks from when he first arrived and what he went through. “I'm actually perfectly potty trained, so I don't need any diapers. Thanks for the offer though.” Sean expected to get a response, but the amazonian woman just continued to bring the two of them into another room without saying another word. Sean started to wonder if he should resort to using the ring. He didn't want to escalate to violence, but his responses were being ignored. “Alrighty, so who would like to be changed first?” Trisha asked as she placed the two on the floor. Sean quickly noticed that he was inside a nursery. The walls were pink with printed clouds decorated on them, and there were plenty of stuffed animals that surrounded the entire room. “Baby brother should go first, he's tinier than me!” Abbys clapped her hands as Sean looked over at her innocent and energetic expression. “So Sean, how were the diapers that I gave you from yesterday, did they fit alright?” Trish asked as she placed him on the changing table. “Please listen. I...DON'T...NEED...DIAPERS! You seem like a decent enough person, but you need to hear me out. OKAY!” Sean made sure that his words were loud and forced as he tried to fiddle with the ring on his finger. “Nonsense. All little's both native and portal need their diapies.” Sean felt his legs being lifted in the air for a second day in a row. “No, not again!” Sean felt like he's was in deja vu as his shoes were removed and then his pants were being lowered to his ankles while his legs were being held by Trish's hand. “Huh? What's this?” Trish asked to herself as she looked over at Sean's boxers. “THIS...Is my underwear. I don't NEED diapers. PLEASE!” Sean was so hysterical that he was having trouble in activating the ring he was given. “I was always under the impression that all little's needed diapers, I guess I was wrong on that account. Sorry about that, Sean. My mistake.” Trisha replied as she helped him off the changing table and onto the floor. She then helped and pulled his pants back on. Which was a major relief for him. “Baby brother doesn't need diapies?” Abby asked as she was lifted onto the changing table. “Apparently not. I guess portal little's are capable of being self sufficient on that end.” Trisha replied as she began to remove Abby's soiled diaper. “I have a question for you, Trisha. Do all amazons think that portal little's have to wear diapers? Do they even know what type of life we live?” Sean asked as he worked on getting his shoes back on. “We only know what the government tells us. Which really isn't a lot to begin with. So I'm sorry about the misunderstanding. This is just a normal routine for our kind.” Trisha replied as she finished taping up the new diaper for her daughter. “And what about Abby? Did she ever want to wear something other than diapers?” Sean asked, as he did his best to keep his composure. “I don't know, does wittle Abby not like her diapies?” Trish asked as she tickled her daughters chest before placing her back onto the floor. “I wove my diapies! Why don't you?” Abby asked as she waddled over to where Sean was standing. “Because I'm a adult. And I prefer the mature feeling of my underwear over....That.” Sean pointed to Abby's diaper, which made him blush. Seeing a grown adult woman in diapers felt very weird to him. “But they got cute colors and animals on them...See!” Abby began to point out each animal print on the tapes. “It's just a personal preference, that's all. Sean felt like leaving, and that he had overstayed his welcome. “Baby brother!” Abby grabbed Sean's hand before he could exit the room. “Can you pwease visit again. I want to pway with you!” “ My name is Sean and I don't think that...” Sean felt guilty as he stared into her eyes, she looked like she was about to cry. “Maybe...Next time or whatever.” Apparently Sean's answer was good enough to ease her grip on his hand which allowed him to exit the nursery. “I hope you can forgive me, it was nothing personal about what I was doing.” Trisha asked with a genuine look of concern “It's okay...Just please...Remember next time.” Trisha nodded her head, which was enough for Sean to take a deep breathe of relief and exit the managers home. He decided to continue his perplexing journey around the neighborhood, hoping to find some normalcy that he could grab onto. Joseph entered the lost and found area of the Diamond facility where Karen was helping with a few native little's. “Mr. Stardust! What a unexpected surprise. What can I do for you? She asked as her body trembled in fear “Calm yourself, I'm not hear because of yesterdays incident. I just want to know if you have Sean's wallet and cell phone on you.” Joseph asked “Why yes...Yes I do. I apologize for not remembering to give him back his personal belongings. It won't happen again. I promise!” Karen bowed her head to show respect to her superior. “Good. Now I need you to bring these two items to the incinerator. After that, all I ask is that you keep this conversation between the two of us, understand?” Joseph made sure that she did, as he walked right up to her face. “Of course I will, but, may I ask why?” “That's above your pay grade, just do as your told, and your position within the company will be secured, understand?” Joseph asked as he began to leave. “I understand, Mr Stardust!” Karen yelled out as Joseph left with a smirk on his face. Karen grabbed quickly grabbed a pack of cigarette's from her office and lighted one up. “Holy shit. I chose the wrong damn job. I better update my resume.” Karen felt like she was about to be entangled in something far beyond her comprehension as she started to think of the little that she was caring for that caused all this..