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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.

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!

Being an adult baby, I am so glad and happy that I am kept in diapers and permanently in diapers forever. I'm never allowed to wear adult underwear or even potty train. I would never be able to potty train and I would sabotage any attempt to potty train me because I feel happier being in thick, crinkly diapers.

An update to my stuffie situation: I still don’t have a replacement. I did, however, find a few potential candidates. Mostly bears, but there were a few others, including worms. Yeah, they have stuffed worms… There was also a cigarette (body pillow), booty (knit pillow) and a chicken nugget (cushion). I’m being serious. They’re on Etsy. The chicken nugget looked like it might be good quality tho lmao. Tbh, they all did. But anyway, I’m still keeping my eyes out for cow or skonk. Oh yeah, I also found some giraffe and I think one elephant. Of course there were several others, but I’m only listing the ones of the size I’m wanting.

? 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!!!

Crinklz are a good babyish diaper. And they hold ALOT of wettings.

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 White 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!

This is such a great story. Your story gets better and better each chapter. ?

I meant to take like a 2-week hiatus due to work (we had the a-hole inspector coming and I needed to stay off my phone in case he showed up during my shift). Two weeks turned into two months (for the same reason as before). At the end of the two months, I just felt like I didn’t have a whole lot to contribute to the forum, so I decided to stay away for a bit longer, that way my return would have a decent amount of stuff to talk about. I didn’t have any diaper stories, no public experiences, nothing. “Just a bit,” however, turned out to be about half a year according to my math I just did? So uh, I’ll try to not let so much time pass between visits again and check in more often (I knew it had been a bit, but oml). I do have a few life updates to post in other threads than this one, so at least the intent of the hiatus worked out anyway. So, in short, I’m still here and I’ll try to show up more often again.

The recently found a new prehistoric reptile in the Mexican Sonoran desert. the paleontologist who named it had recently been eating some very hot enchaladas and named the creature for that experience: Myassisaur

I woke up about 30 minutes ago because I was starting to get a bad contraction. As I got out of bed, my bottom erupted into my overnight diaper. I am now sitting on a change pad watching tv and waiting for the second wave of poop to come out. Once I know I am finished pooping, I can change.

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.

What a coincidence…I’m actually having this question about myself right now. I was actually on my way to make this very thread when I came across this one. Because this one is still (relatively) new and very closely related, I’ll go ahead and post mine here instead of create a new one. So like, I’ve questioned my sexuality before. I’ve asked myself the questions. “Would I be willing to do this? What about this?” My ultimate conclusion was no homosexuality in me. Well, maybe just a little, but not enough to be concerned about. But now things have…changed, for lack of a better description. I recently bought a pair of rainbow thigh highs from Amazon. They came with matching arm sleeves. I wore them only in my bedroom for a while. I wasn’t too big a fan of either at first, tbh, but I’ve grown to enjoy them. And then I bought two more pair of thigh highs from sock dreams and suddenly, it’s like my personality underwent a huge shift. I went from wearing the thigh highs and sleeves only in my bedroom to wearing them everywhere in a matter of (ones of) days. I’ve worn thigh highs every day for the past week and I’ve worn the sleevies out in public a few times. I fucking love them. I want more. Anyway, in addition to wearing them out in public, I’ve even been taking certain types of pics I’m usually too self-conscious to take. One of those pics is very suggestive, but I’ll get back to that because now’s the part where I explain how this relates to me questioning my sexuality again. So let’s skip back to about a week ago. I had slept in the socks and just woke up. Normally, I daydream some spicy things to prep myself in the morning, if you catch my drift. I still did this day, but my daydream very quickly went from me plus a female to me plus five other males. One for each hand, one for my mouth, one for another hole and the last just laying on my belly/chest (69 position). And in that moment, I really wanted that to happen (and a week later, I’m still wanting the two for the hands and maybe the one for mouth/face). Going back to the aforementioned pic that I took…just thinking about that pic makes me wish I had something to suction cup to the wall ? . . . . . . . . Uh…anyway…yeah… I’ve had moments in the past where I questioned myself like this (though with examples other than lewdy thigh high pics). Like, every so often, I just really want a dick shoved in me. And more often than that, I just wanna have a sack to grab onto and just…fondle….. I’m gonna have to go ahead and end this post before I send myself into a mood o^o But to finish out the details for this post: I am attracted to females more than males, definitely, but I have accepted pics from guys too and shared my own back with some of them. And I’ll RP with anyone, regardless of sex or gender.

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.

Vibrating diapers is interesting (and very good) I find it gives a lot of pleasure but the orgasm is usually somewhat lacking compared to more traditional methods. Beyond the actual physical feelings of the virations going through the nappy it is everything around it as well. I usually like to be messy when doing it and reaching down and feeling that smushy padding between my legs as I pleasure myself adds a massive mental aspect to it. Even in a wet nappy you get the same feeling. It feels like you've been naughty and now you're being naughtier!

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.

I love ABDL hypnosis, but it's not going to convince you or trick you into doing things. I use it as a means of just getting into little space, letting the suggestions and affirmations set off my littlespace triggers so its easier to go down into that headspace. It's very comforting and soothing in that manner, but if you're like "if I listen to this, I'll wet myself uncontrollably" yeah no, that doesn't work, but it is nice and affirming to listen to a soothing trance-like voice tell you to wet yourself

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.

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 the 4-5 per day camp. I use a NS supreme (max out at 2-3 hours of wetting) with 1/2 better dry capacity or a incontrol hybrid with the same capacity (3-5 hours of wetting). I drink a lot of straight water, but my bms mostly dictate the change. For example I had one this morning at 1030 and another one at 1215. I was in a hybrid so that was a waste. It’s just not realistic if you have bowel incontinence to use less for me. With diet changes I reduced from 4-8 bms a day down to 3-4 now. Not sure how you guys/gals do it but I’m impressed! Diaper Dynamo on YouTube goes through 2 a day and he poops in them. My urinary incontinence comes and goes but I find most mornings I’m wet.

My wife blames my diapers for us not having much of a sex life. She feels the diapers are getting the best of me. She knows I permanently need them medically now but she feels I'm not sexual towards her anymore because of the diapers.

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.

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.

Chapter 2: A New Life Just as the sun began to set, the three of them had finally arrived home as they pulled into the driveway. It had been a long drive, but it would all be worth it as their new life pieced itself together. Sam, having awoken shortly after exiting the highway was beaming with excitement, curious to see his new home and start a new life. And what better way to do that than being keen on making it known how much of a baby he was. It wasn’t long after the truck stopped that Jackson and Jeff began to smell it. The distinguishable smell that could only mean one thing. Sam had taken to filling his diaper in more ways than one, and Jeff wasn’t pleased. Jeff, not being the happiest about this occurrence, made his way around the front of the truck to the back seat where Sam was sitting and opened the door, giving Sam a quick look of disappointment before reaching in and picking him up and out of the car. Sam giggled as he could feel his mess spread further through his soiled diaper as Jeff picked him up. Sam was giggling all while daddy carried him into his new home, not trying to hide his disappointment at all. “Haha, you sure this is what you wanted?” Jackson said teasingly as he saw the look on Jeff’s face. Jeff gave him a death stare back. It wasn’t what he was planning on doing at this moment, but he figured he better get used to this as it would be a regular occurrence for both him and Jackson...Jackson just didn’t know yet. Sam was amazed at the house as Jeff carried him inside. It was a single story home, but appeared big enough to have several bedrooms and bathrooms. The hallway and living room were full of clean, modern furniture that gave it a vibe that was almost like the house was being staged for a sale. Jeff hadn’t said a word to Sam since he realized the big mess that he had made, but Sam wasn’t worried about it as he was at awe with his new home, and was excited for the night before him. Sure it was a little premature maybe, but Sam wanted them to know how committed to this role that he was, and what better way to do it then just out of the blue. Finally, Jeff turned towards a closed door and opened it, carrying Sam inside. Sam was instantly in awe. He was gleaming with joy as he saw all of his surroundings. A full nursery built for an adult, covered in baby blue walls, with painted clouds where the walls met the ceiling. A full size crib, a mound of stuffies in the corner, a large toy chest and a city play matt on the ground. Sam let out a sigh of enjoyment as Jeff laid him down on what he quickly realized was a changing table. He looked up at Jeff, who looked like he had a range of emotions on his face. “Well aren't you a little stinker…” Jeff said as he looked down at Sam, forcing a smile even though he knew what lay before him. Sam blushed and laughed. “Sorry daddy, I couldn’t hold it any longer”. “Mhmmm, and I’m sure a little diaper boy like yourself tried realllllllly hard, didn’t you?” Sam giggled some more, knowing very much that he could have made it home but wouldn’t admit to that. “Well, this isn’t how I thought I would be introducing you to our home...but I guess sometimes little boys have accidents”. “Can I have one of the stuffies?” Sam asked, cutting Jeff off. “Um, sorry? Like right now?” Jeff said, caught off guard by the request. “Yea...I um...sorry it can wait” Sam said sheepishly. “No, no. Tell me why you want a stuffie” “It’s kind of just a fantasy of mine...” Sam said, seeming to lose grip on his role. Jeff walked over to the pile of stuffies in the corner and picked up a small teddy bear. One of the first ones he had bought, hoping to see Sam take interest in it as his favorite. He walked back over to the changing table and handed it to Sam. “It's ok little one, daddy’s gonna take care of you. Why don’t you hold onto this little guy why we clean up this mess, huh?” Sam let off a big smile as he hugged the stuffed bear. “I’m gonna name him Buttons,” Sam said with a cheerful attitude. “Alright, we’ll you hold on to Mr. Buttons real tight for me” Jeff untapped the tapes of the diaper and pulled back the cover to what would be his first dirty diaper. Piss was something that never phased him, heck him and Jackson had even tried it a few times in the past, but Jeff wasn’t quite sure what to expect when it came to number two. Fighting off the urge to gag, Jeff pulled out a tub of baby wipes and began to clean Sam up. Having only watched a few videos about how to do this, Jeff was pretty unskilled but with enough wipes, he made some progress. Eventually, Jeff pulled Sam’s legs up and pulled the dirty diaper out, being sure to use the back to scrape off any extra that he missed before giving it one final wipe. He stuffed all the dirty wipes in the used diaper, and tossed it in the genie nearby. “Fuck...I mean oops, forgot to grab a new diaper. Try to keep your butt up for daddy, little one” Jeff said as he made his way to the other side of the room to grab one off the shelf. It was the same one Sam had already had on, and Jeff walked back to the changing station, smiling down at Sam. Sam, having been fighting off the urge, decided to stop fighting and watched as Jeff’s gaze headed towards his now rising shaft. Ignoring it for a second, Jeff razed Sam’s butt back into the air and slid the new diaper underneath and lowered him down. “I don’t think little boys are supposed to do that…” Jeff said in a condescending voice. “But I’ll let it slide just this once”. Without much of a warning, Jeff pulled out a bottle of lube from the drawer below, and poured a generous helping onto Sam’s privates, making sure to get a decent amount of the underside. As the lube dripped over his hard cock, Sam could feel that he was already about to bust, as his fantasy was coming true. Slowly, he felt the lube trickle down towards his little hole, where it began to pole as Jeff put the bottle away. “Of course, I hope you know that if you're having a good time... then so am I”. Sam’s expression perked a little as he realized what was about to happen. In his fantasy, he was just given pleasure, but he quickly realized that he would be used for pleasure too. Of course, he expected this in the grand scheme of things seeing as he was essentially going to be a stay at home pet, he was just hoping for a moment to himself. “Ye...yes daddy, I’ll be a good boy”. Jeff unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor, exposing his large cock as it sprang up ready for action. He had ordered the changing table to be just the right height for these kinds of things, and he was ready to make use of his expensive investment. He pressed the head of his dick to the boy's asshole, whipping it back and forth, ensuring to cover it in copious amounts of lube. “Now, do you think you can be quiet for daddy, or does my baby boy need something to help with that?” Jeff said as his cock throbbed. He was overly excited as Sam laid spread out before him, clutching his new friend Mr. Buttons. He debated just shoving one of the many pacifiers he had acquired in Sam’s mouth whether he wanted it or not, simply because that's what he wanted. “I think I’ll need some help, daddy”. Jeff could feel himself already on edge. He reached into the drawer and pulled out a blue pacifier and forced it into Sam’s open and awaiting mouth, to which he immediately began to suck. “Now that's a good boy.” Jeff said with a large grin. Without hesitation, Jeff slid his cock into Sam, inch by inch ensuring that the lube provided little friction. He watched as Sam winced as each inch went deeper and deeper, obviously stretching him wider than he had ever been. Out of desperation, Sam reached for his small cock desperate for release, but Jeff smacked his hand away. “Baby boys don’t get to play with themselves”. Jeff continued to slide his throbbing cock in and out of Sam, each slide bringing him closer and closer to the release he had been longing for. “You’re gonna have to learn your place, baby. And daddy’s gonna teach it to you.” With that, Sam busted his tiny load all over Jeff’s chest, causing Jeff to blow his, filling his newly acquired tight little ass with his cum. He kept pumping, ensuring that Sam was filled with every last drop. He could see Sam clutching Mr. Buttons, bitting down hard on his pacifier which kept him going longer, ensuring to stretch his little boy out good. Sam continued to suck his pacifier as Jeff pulled out his slimy cock, exposing Sam’s ass as his cum slowly leaked out. It was an amazing feeling, and one he hadn’t experienced with Jackson in a long time. “Hot,” Jackson said from the doorway, obviously having watched at least the latter half. Jeff looked back at him and laughed as he began to tape up Sam’s fresh diaper, leaving the dripping cum to pole into the padding below. “Yea, well why don’t you get over here and clean up your brother's load” Jeff snickered back. “Um, if you're talking about that diaper, not happening”. Jeff turned around, revealing the cum on his shirt. ”I meant this, but I’ll save your idea for another time.” Jackson walked over and proceeded to give one long lick of the cum on Jeff’s shirt, before taking it off of him. “We can just wash this, besides we’ve got a truck to unload.” Jeff smirked, “Yea, let me just finish up with this little one. I’ll be right there” Jackson left the room as Jeff turned back to Sam. “I’ve got one more little surprise for you” he said in a babyish voice as he opened the drawer a final time. Sam looked up as Jeff pulled out what was clearly a chastity cage. Fitting with the theme, it was a small plastic cage in light blue that Sam knew he would be spending a lot of time in. Jeff began to lube it up and slide it into place on Sam, turning the key to lock it. “Jackson and I will keep this key in a nice little spot for you. You’re ours now.” Jeff picked up Sam and placed him inside his crib, ensuring that it was locked with Sam inside. “You just stay here while the big kids unload. We’ll be done in no time” Jeff said as he left the room, looking back at Sam with a big grin on his face, arms wrapped around his new teddy bear, sucking away on his pacifier. ---------------- “Well that didn’t take long,” Jackson said as they opened the back of the truck. “Yea, well maybe if you had just jumped into that position when I started ordering all of this I could have waited a little longer”. Jeff chimed back. Jackson laughed as he helped slide the boxes forward, helping to stack them in Jeff’s arms. “You’re even letting the dude out of unloading his own stuff, aren't you?” “Figured I could pay him back for my desperations...besides we're just putting this all in the garage. I doubt we’ll actually need any of it in the house. “While that's true, why did we even bring it in the first place?” Jackson said. “To give the kid false hope, pretend something like this wasn’t going to happen immediately”. The two continued to chat as they made quick work of moving the boxes. It didn’t take too long with the truck backed into the driveway in front of the garage. “Should we atleast bring his suitcase and backpack in?” Jackson said, closing up the truck, seeing as they were the only things not in a box. “Yea, I guess I can go through them and decide what, if anything he can keep” Jackson laughed, “damn, you’re really getting into this, aren't you?” “More than I think you know, kiddo”. Jackson smirked, he still liked being called that name. Demeaning yet loving at the same time. They walked back into their home, locking the door behind them and headed into the kitchen, leaving Sam to stew in the other room for a bit. “So what do you want to do for dinner?” Jackson said. “Long day on the road, I doubt you want to cook”. “And you’ve got that right,” Jeff said as he reached into the fridge and cracked open a beer. “Lets keep it simple and order some pizza, we’ve got some ground rules to set as a new family”. “Oh, ground rules. You sound so dad like...Dad” Jackson said in a sarcastic voice. Jeff chuckled, “Just order some pizza you knuckle head”. He said as he disappeared into their bedroom leaving Jackson alone in the kitchen. ---------------- *DING DONG* Jackson rushed to the door to grab the pizza, bringing it back to the table. “Get it while it's hot!” Jackson called out, opening up the boxes before making his way to grab some plates and a coke from the fridge. “Now who sounds like a dad?” Jeff said, exiting the bedroom and making his way towards the nursery. “Can you pour Sam some milk? You know where the new cups are''. Jackson did know, because like most of the house, new adult sized baby products had been purchased in preparation for Sam to come home. When Jeff did something, he made sure to go all out. He grabbed a bottle from the upper cabinet, noticing a series of sippy cups as well, but he figured he’d let Jeff decide when to use those, at least for now. Jackson filled the bottle and finished setting the table as Jeff led Sam out of the room, wearing nothing but the diaper he had been changed into earlier and a cute blue bib, matching the pacifier he still had in his mouth. Jeff led Sam to the table and had him take a seat where Jackson had placed the bottle. “Not gonna use the high chair?” Jackson said with a laugh, trying to get Sam in a more constrained position. To Jackson’s surprise, Sam’s face lit up with excitement at the idea as he looked over at Jeff. “Not tonight, Daddy’s too tired to get it out. But in the morning I’ll get it setup.” Sam was basically bouncing in his seat. Jeff reached over and took the pacifier out of his mouth, sliding him a plate of pizza. The three began to eat dinner, taking a second to enjoy the delicious pizza. “Alright, so while we're all here it's time to lay down some house rules. Really get this thing going”. Jackson was interested to hear what these were, thinking that they would primarily be about Sam. “So we’ll start with you Jackson, since it's short and sweet”. Jackson raised his drink in a cheering fashion as he took a drink. “So, aside from your usual expectations...if I’m in this house, you better have a pull up on. I’m not expecting you to use it constantly, but it better be on.” Jackson nodded, already having expected this. “Second, you’re in charge of taking care of your baby brother while I’m gone. I’ll handle breakfasts before I leave on work days, but you’re in charge of lunch, diaper checks and changes...” Jackson cut him off, “wait, what?!” He said, taken aback. “You’re expecting me to change the dirty diapers?” Jeff smiled, “Yes, if you want to act like a big boy, you can help me take care of your brother...unless you want to spend your days like Sam with a pacifier and stuffie. Daddy would love to have two little stinkers.” Jackson stared at Jeff. This hadn’t been a part of the agreement, but like usual he knew there was no arguing with Jeff. “At least I’ll get to use Sam for myself while he’s not home” Jackson thought to himself, trying to make the best of it. Jeff nodded, seeing that Jackson was in agreement having said nothing as he watched Sam make a mess of his face while he ate his pizza. “Alright, next, and this applies to both of you, I expect this house to be clean every day when I get home. You make a mess, it's cleaned up before I get home. Trash is kept up with, laundry, all of it. I’m not going to work hard all day and come home to anything less...so be warned” “Last, Jackson, let's talk about your punishments. We both know you already enjoy the hardcore stuff, so I’ll be sure to find something more demeaning if you don’t follow through” Jackson smiled, knowing how much he loved to be taken advantage of. “Whether it's more chores, or something public, I’ll find something...maybe we’ll even borrow some of Sam’s stuff if it gets to that. That includes if the house isn’t clean, or I come home to find Sam in a dirty diaper, or whenever I see fit. Understood?” “Yea” Jackson said as he finished off his slice of pizza. “Right, another rule is you will both call me Daddy at all times. Public, private, I don’t care. You will speak to me with proper manners” Jackson blushed, “Yes, Daddy”. “Good, now for the messy boy”. Jeff said, shifting his gaze to Sam. Sam laughed, having purposefully made a mess of his meal and was now chugging down his bottle of milk. “Diapers, 24/7. I don’t care where we are or what we're doing. The bathroom is off limits, if I catch your ass on the toilet you best believe I’m going to give it a beating. To follow that, if you're going potty in your diaper like a good boy, you will have your pacifier, or your thumb in your mouth. I know Jackson is often working long hours at home too, so this will give him a visual to help keep up with you. Additionally, you need to ask permission to go number two. I know little boys can’t always hold it, but I know I want to be able to control that decision. So, if we find a messy diaper without permission, expect to be punished”. Sam nodded, knowing very well that he wouldn’t be asking for permission as much as Jeff probably hoped. “This goes without saying, but you will do anything I say without hesitation. Talking back will be met with punishments. Jackson is in charge too, but I don’t expect the younger brother to always do what the older one says” Jeff said with a smirk, side eyeing Jackson who glared back. “You will eat and drink what is given to you, in whatever container it comes in. I don’t care if you don’t like it, Daddy decides what you eat. Your diaper and your dick are off limits, they belong to us. So no touchy touchy, or we’ll find a way to ensure it doesn’t happen again. I also don’t want to hear you asking for a change, Jackson and Daddy are more than capable of keeping up with you so you shouldn’t even be thinking about that. Also, Jackson and Daddy are in charge of your outfits, and you can count on them being babyish and embarrassing, especially on public outings. Oh, and bedtime is 10pm sharp. You will be ready and waiting to be put to bed by 10pm sharp, I don’t like grumpy boys. Understood” Sam giggled, “Yes, Daddy” “Good. Then let's wrap up here. Jackson, you are in charge of bathing him tonight, we can switch off as needed but I’m going to finish unpacking our stuff.” “Like a bath?” Jackson asked. “It can just be a quick shower this time, but I think he’ll need some help washing up”. The idea wasn’t appalling to Jackson. He always loved showering with Jeff as Jeff often washed him and ran his hands through his hair, so he figured he could play the bigger role for Sam. Jackson got up from the table and began to grab his plate. “I’ll get those. It's past the little one's bedtime so let's get him clean and in bed.” Jackson put his plate back down, and grabbed Sam’s hand, leading him to the bathroom. “Right, so do I just pull these tapes off?” Jackson nervously asked Sam, realizing he had no idea how to change a diaper, let alone take one off. Sam giggled and nodded. Jackson began to pull the tabs off, as he felt the weight of the diaper drop with each release, eventually causing the diaper to crash to the ground below with a quick squelch as Jackson looked down to see the noticeably wet and yellow diaper. “Jeez, didn’t Jeff just change you?” Jackson said with a nervous laugh. “Hehe, you mean dada?...I guess I’m just a messy boy”. Jackson laughed, nodding in agreement as he looked at Sam’s messy face covered in pizza sauce. He reached around and turned the shower on, gesturing for Sam to step in. Jackson tried his best to make quick work, washing both himself and Sam as he enjoyed the view of his new naked partner in front of him. Sam oftentimes noticing Jackson gazing at him would stop to shake his butt in an effort to tease Jackson. “See something you like?” giggled Sam. “Of for sure, but I can wait till Daddy’s gone in the morning” Jackson said with a smirk. Sam smiled back and finished rinsing off. Jackson and Sam stepped out of the shower, and Jackson dried the two of them off before stepping out into the hall with their towels wrapped around them. “Hey Jef….I mean Daddy” Jackson called out as he walked with Sam back to the nursery. Jeff was already inside, fresh diaper and baby powder already out on the changing station and ready to go. “Did you need something?” Jeff said with a smile. “Oh yea, I was just gonna say he's ready to get a diaper on” “I’m gonna show you how, since you’ll probably have to change one while I’m gone tomorrow.” “Oh...right,” said Jackson. While he wasn’t excited for this part, he was excited to have a submissive boy under him and the opportunities and new experiences that Jackson would be able to explore with that opportunity, so he figured this was the price to pay. Jeff went through the steps, explaining the purpose of the powder and had Jackson tape Sam up, resulting in what was probably the worst tape job possible, but Jeff just laughed and figured it would be enough to get Sam through the night. Jeff carried Sam over to his crib and showed Jackson how to work the latch and placed Sam inside. “Alright little guy. It's been a big first day, but Daddy’s looking forward to this first week with you, and he's got some big plans for next weekend.” Sam smiled and reached up for a hug which Jeff happily obliged. He then reached out to Jackson, who after a second of hesitation reached in and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek as well. “We’ll see you in the morning baby boy” Jeff said as he handed him Mr. Buttons and latched up the large crib side. Jeff and Jackson made their way into their bed where Jeff was sure to pull Jackson in close, squeezing his padded butt and whispering, “And don’t think Daddy forgot about you, kiddo.” Jackson smiled and welcomed the warm embrace as he snuggled into Jeff. “Goodnight, Daddy,” Jackson said. “Goodnight, Kiddo”. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy my stories and want to help support me in creating more, please consider supporting me on my Patreon.

A diaper wetting in public should be a complete non-event. I never think about it anymore. Just don't mess a diaper in public and expect to get away with it ?

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

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

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!

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.

It doesn't look good for our dynamic duo, but hopefully they can count on one another despite their differences. They're going to need everything they can get when they have to 'perform' in front of the Amazons. Thanks for the positive comments! I'll go as quick as I can, but I'm slow goer. I can't wait to write what happens next, especially after these build up chapters. The dominoes will start to fall. As far as scope of this story, I was aiming for 5 chapters, but it looks like it's going to be closer to 6 or 7 chapters. Which isn't a bad thing, but it means I'm probably not finishing this story before the end of the month. Thanks for reading. 3 Agreements The two Littles were frozen to the ground where they stood. They were in tip mode, they were supposed to do what they were told. Still, they weren't moving. James couldn't recall ever having to strip in front of a client. Gramcrackers didn't work that way, they always showed up in their cute costumes. Judging by the bewildered expression on her face, Kinsey was uncomfortable about the request as well. "You signed a contract," Jenny reminded them. "Besides, how else are you supposed to get dressed?" "I'm just not used to undressing in a room with a boy," Kinsey explained. “How disappointing,” Jenny curtly replied. “I had you penned as a professional, Kinsey. This is something that you’re going to have to get used to.” James asked, "Would it help if I turned around?" Kinsey nibbled her lower lip and slightly nodded. He turned to face the wall and kept his eyes on the locked cabinets on his side of the room. His heart pounded in his chest, things went from zero to one hundred so fast. This sometimes happened when working on this side of town. A signed contract gave the Bigs a lot of rights, a lot more than what was there to give. His partner must have remained recalcitrant for a second too long. "Kinsington Meadows!" Jenny loudly boomed from behind him. "If you don't get out of your clothes by the count of three, I will find someone who will help you, and I promise that you do not want that." It would be a lie to say that he didn’t jump, it scared him every time a Betweener or Amazon raised their voice, and James usually tried to think of something else to escape the present. Normally something funny. Kinsington. That was a funny name. Like it belonged to a doll or kitten. However, James was not in the laughing mood. He felt bad for his Little partner, despite everything she said about him being a Gramcracker. Every Little knew what it was like to be on the wrong end of a dressing down. He started slowly removing his own clothes to avoid a similar threat. Then he heard it. A tiny, quiet snivel came from her direction, the slightest sucking sound from her mouth and nose. She shouldn't be crying, that wasn't a good sign. That was blood in the water of the shark tank. Displaying a weakness almost as bad as wet pants. Almost. "You too, James. All of it, including the undies." He asked, "My underwear, too?" The Betweener sighed, "That's what I just said.” There was a dramatic shift in the feeling of the room. Gone were fun pictures of parties, smiling Littles and promised opportunities. The long conga line cha-cha’d on out of there. There was nothing but fear in the present, it had taken all other feelings hostage. Thinking, reasoning, or what could be called bravery or fortitude, all were held at gunpoint with tape covering their mouths. He popped the buttons to his shirt before pulling it over his head. James hesitated at his pants before finding the courage to take those off as well. It wasn’t courage, though. It was compliance. The compliance forced him to slide down his underwear, and hand it over to Jenny with the rest of his clothes. With one hand wrapped around his crumpled briefs, the other covering what was left of his modesty. “James, you’re not hiding anything I haven’t seen before,” Jennifer smirked. It didn’t matter if he was fully naked. James found himself worrying about Kinsey more. It wasn’t like she was crying out loud, but he didn’t dare turn to see if there were any tears. He felt them in the present moment, in this changing atmosphere of a dangerous room that was once a safe space. The sounds of unzipping and sniffling made the next minute feel long and dreadful. Jennifer gave a quick succession of little claps. “Oh, perfect.” He had to assume that they were done undressing, that poor Kinsey was a naked as the day she was born. Just like him. James turned his head over the shoulder opposite Kinsey, sneaking a peek at Jennifer behind them. She was studying his underwear for some reason, looking for 'what' exactly? So much for thinking that she was on their side. A not so comforting thought. "It says here that I'm supposed to get a picture of your Little bottoms," Jenny shared with an uncomfortable amount of glee. "Now hold hands, you guys." James reluctantly reached a hand out in Kinsey's direction. Surprisingly, her hand was already waiting for him. They clasped their fingers together. Their hands shaking from nervousness, violation, suffering consequences for a hasty decision to sign the contract. Just like those Littles in the elevator, the bad would come, but it would pass. This was par for the course, part of the job. The party would be a different story, they'd seen the fun pictures with their own eyes. "That is too cute," Jenny said as she caught the moment with her tablet’s camera. "If it weren’t for Kinsey’s longer hair, I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between you. Even your tiny backsides look alike. Totally twinsies." *SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP* The big bad that the Littles feared wasn’t an imaginary boogeyman, it was something as inane as a picture, and insane as letting someone take one while you’re naked. The worst part about this charade was how banal it all seemed to Bigs. Ordering live entertainment Littles for a holiday party was like ordering takeout from a favorite restaurant. It meant nothing to them. Littles lived in a world that wasn’t by their design. Right and wrong sat a tall precipice, on its edge a seesaw. On one end were the Littles, and on the other, was everything else. The rules and regulations, the bothersome contracts, the constant feeling of being unwelcome, or only welcome in a certain way, represented how stacked the deck was against them. It didn’t take much of a teeter-totter to send the Little guys tumbling down the abyss. Kinsey asked, "Can we get dressed now?" Luckily, Jennifer seemed done with taking the embarrassing photos. "Of course, sweetie. I was just about to go over your dresses with you. Then you two can get ready for the party." James heard the hissing sound of a cabinet opening, like an automatic door to a spaceship. Shhsk. He was still clueless to all that was happening behind him, but he could satisfy his curiosity if he listened hard enough. After clearing her throat, Jennifer started reading from her tablet to make sure she got the order right. “The first three dresses are supposed to be a four. The next four are a three. And for the final three — you’re going to need to be a two.” “I normally don’t go lower than a three,” Kinsey explained. Her objection was met with silence. There was probably a dirty look involved, but James didn’t turn around to catch it. He was back to staring at the ground, shivering because it was cold, and covering up the best that he could with his hands. Also trying to figure out what the heck they were talking about. Jennifer said, “You’ll find everything you need to get dressed in here." Another cabinet opened to the same spaceship sound, James could hear hands rummaging through noisy plastic wrap to produce something crinkly. It didn't take two guesses to what it was. A diaper. Or a pull-up, if he was thinking optimistically. He suddenly felt bad about the way he teased her for wearing diapers. Something he'd never had to do for money, no wonder she was so sensitive to his verbal jab from earlier. The Tweener went into a long whisper that James couldn't make out. Even if his ears perked to hear it. Kinsey replied, "Yes, I understand." There was no fight left in her voice. She'd been taken over by fear and compliance as well, as it spread through the Littles like a wildfire. It heated the cheeks and caught their breath. However, even a deep breath couldn’t change the helplessness he felt. Jennifer, the Little wrangler, couldn't be entirely blamed for this turn of events. This was her job. Just like his was to be a Gramcracker, or for Kinsey to don diapers whenever they pleased. The job of a Betweener was to be between Littles and Amazons. Behind the walkie, the tablet, the demanding contract, there was an Amazon pulling the strings. Lashing out at Jennifer would be akin to shooting the messenger, and would probably make things worse for the both of them. The two Littles could power through these moments like they always did, James had been through his own trials and came out richer on the other side. And he wasn't talking about in experience. Jennifer loomed over him next, he had just noticed the electronic bracelet that dangled from her wrist. Where had that been this whole time? He watched her press it against a pair of cabinet doors like a key, and they unlocked and slowly opened. Shhsk, Shhsk. He found himself anxious to know what was inside, almost getting onto his tip-toes to see what was in store for him. All he could make out were the fabric’s colors of forest green and scarlet red. His instructions would come next, and he hoped his weren’t anything like what he’d just heard for Kinsey. James didn't understand what all of those numbers meant. He also hoped he didn't need to know that to get paid, he was worried about looking stupid in front of all of the Amazons. He swallowed hard when Jenny pulled up the tablet to read him his rights. “James, do you know the words to ‘Jingle Bells’? “Um. Yeah, mostly.” His voice was uncharacteristically gravelly. “That’s great,” Jenny said. Then the tablet was back at her side. He looked up at her with trembling lips. "Is that all I need to know?" She again looked at her tablet, pretending to read over instructions that weren't there. “Nothing else besides looking cute, but it looks like you got that covered, Little guy." Then she tussled his hair as a parting gift before heading to the door. Their only exit closed, an embedded light turned red indicating a locked door. They were trapped in here, physically. The legal means had been put in place by their own hands just minutes before. The Littles slowly went into motion, picking up the shattered pieces of their personhood. James held up his outfit in front of him. A classic Little elf outfit: a green tunic with a red sash lined with sewn in bells, a red stocking cap with another bell on the end, and a pair of curly elf shoes with more bells at the toes. Jingle Bells. He got the joke. Now where were his pants? He climbed on top of the padded bench, getting an overhead view into the empty drawer, trying to solve the mystery of his missing britches. Nothing was there. Panic set in. There wasn’t anything in the hastily signed contract about singing in Full Monty. What would he do? “Check the other cabinet, Gramcracker.” “What?” “They normally put the bottoms in a different cabinet than the tops,” Kinsey snarked as she quickly dressed. “You’d know that if you weren’t such a newbie.” “Oh, thanks — Kin-sing-ton.” James spelled out her name slow enough for her to catch his insult. “That’s my name,” she replied. “Is there a problem with having a name?” “No, no problem at all.” James nonchalantly drove the dagger home. “Just that it’s a doll’s name, that’s why they make you wear diapers. Like a doll.” He yanked his jingling shirt over his head, it felt good to nail a zinger in this war of words. All of that good will garnered when Jenny was in the room was dead and gone. The animosity was back, and in spades. Kinsey seemed unimpressed by his attempts to get a rise out of her. “You know, that’s rich coming a little Gramcracker. I hear they make you guys act out the songs that you sing.” So what? She was right. They acted out their Little nursery rhymes, everyone knew that. ‘Apples and Bananas’ involved baby food and a messy bib, and he still had a slight rash from the wooly costume when he pretended to be a sheep last week. There were others but they weren’t worth mentioning. Or remembering. He asked, “What’s your point?” “I’m just wondering if you’ve done hump-y dump-y yet. I’ve heard that’s quite a show stopper.” Humpy-dumpy? He’d never even heard about that one. There were co-workers who were more intense Gramcrackers than James. The ultimate tip chasers. The padded ones who got the big bucks. There were many skits out of his range, out of his comfort zone. He thought for a moment, it probably had something to do with Humpty Dumpty, but what would they do? Then he got it. Another joke. This one was a lot dirtier, like the diaper in his unfortunate mental image. At least he hoped it was a joke, and not really one of their skits. James groaned. Kinsey laughed. Another burn at his expense. He had to quickly get back at her, he couldn’t let her win this – whatever this was. “You should hear what they say about Little models and how they advance their careers,” James retaliated with a biting tone. “I promise that you only sorta look like one of those kind of Littles.” Kinsey snapped, “Do you know what kind of Little you look like? “What kind of Little do I look like, Kin-sing-ton?” “You look like a Little that likes getting his temperature taken...” Dramatic pause. “… with a thick thermometer.” Ahhh! It took everything he had to stifle an internal scream. This girl was getting on his nerves, she had a special way of pressing his buttons so he’d do and say stupid things. Although, there was something about the in-fighting that felt familiar. It reminded him of home. The constant ribbing when the ‘adults’ were out of the room, the incessant one-upping one another, and the rivalry that went without saying. And Kinsey, with her mean words and darling face was at the heart of the conflict. Just like a sister! He already had a pair of older sisters, and the last thing he needed was another one. He racked his brain for a comeback, but nothing came to mind. She’d got him good with the thermometer thing. Without thinking, James spun towards her with elf shoes strategically placed over his nakedness. It didn’t matter how ridiculous he looked in only the upper half of his costume, he was going to get her back. He’d figure out what to say while screaming it in her face. However, when he turned and saw what she was wearing, he didn’t have to say anything at all. Kinsey was busy applying the final touches to the largest hair-bow he’d ever seen. A topper to an ensemble impossible to describe without laughing. She looked like an oversized five year old in an outfit from a drunk aunt. You know, the one without kids, but buys humiliating clothes for other people’s children. That shimmering golden ribbon that was the size of her head was the least of her worries. The olive green dress was poofy in all places, with copious amounts of ribbons and lace, and it was velvety and shiny and wrong — but to James it was so, so right. There was another giant golden ribbon wrapped around her waist ending at a giant bow tied around the back. It made her look like she belonged under the tree as a present. The way Kinsey had managed to get into tights and Mary Janes in the short time his back was turned would have been impressive had she not looked so stupid. His jaw dropped as the muscles on his face relaxed. Kinsey recognized the look and awaited the ridicule. “Oh, great.” A euphoric feeling came over him, like a poison dart full of sedatives right in the funny bone. He fell into an epic and therapeutic laughing fit. Kinsey softly chewed on the side of her lip and just waited for him to finish. There was little else she could do. It wasn’t like she picked out the dress or anything. James knew that. However, that didn’t slow down his guffawing, or his pointing at her with his pointy elf shoes, which raised his partner’s eyebrows in tandem. “You done, Gramcracker?” Kinsey growled when he stopped to catch his breath. “No, no. I’m not done. I’m not ever going to be done. I hope you look like that for the rest of your life.” “Keep it up, and we’ll see how short the rest of YOUR life is,” she threatened. James enjoyed being on the winning side of the humiliation game for once. It brought out an impromptu victory dance. One that involved him hopping around and making his shirt jingle-jangle. But that wasn’t enough. To apply more heat, he placed his elf shoes on his head, mimicking the oversized doofus bow in his rival’s hair. Kinsey let him revel for a few rotations, before putting an end to his party of one. “Um, James. You’re still not wearing pants.” The dancing Little stopped mid-hop, looked down at his exposed nakedness, before his face turned as red as his bell sash. It was too late. James swiftly returned his shoes to his crotch while wildly spinning back onto his padded bench, facing the wall. A single shoe was placed to cover his backside as he sat and ruminated on his mistake. Kinsey got the last laugh. Just like his sisters always did. James didn’t like the comparison, but it was staring him right in the face. “At least now I know why they all call you Little guy,” she chuckled. A second last laugh. He’d have to stew in his stupidity. He deserved whatever came his way for forgetting the present, and getting caught up in a silly conflict, trying to prove himself, and losing sight of the moment. The present. James needed to put on a pair of pants. He went straight to the second cabinet to pull open an overlooked drawer. That’s where he found the matching bottoms to his elf costume, but there was a problem at first sight. They weren’t pants, they were tights. And the cherry on the sundae were the red and white stripes like a candy cane. This wasn’t going to work. Tights went over diapers and under dresses, two things he made perfectly clear that he did not wear. He pulled them free and let them dangle from a pair of pinched fingers. There was little choice at this point, Jennifer wouldn’t correct this mistake, if this was a mistake at all. He shouldn’t have mocked Kinsey without looking over his outfit first. James stood up to put them on, making sure Kinsey wasn’t looking. She wasn’t. The Amazons had somehow fitted the back of one of her cabinets with a mirror outlined by lights, and she was busy softly plumping her lashes with a tiny brush. Obviously, she didn’t care what James had to say about her outfit anymore. He hastily slid his feet into the constricting, almost translucent, leggings before realizing he was forgetting something. Underwear. That’s what brought him to the last drawer in the second cabinet. It remained menacingly closed, beckoning him to reveal its contents. His inner voice begged the cosmos: ‘Please don’t be diapers, please don’t be diapers.' Wish granted. The drawer opened to reveal a single pair of training pants. Mostly white in color except for red seams, and a small design of crossing candy canes on the front. His Little intuition told him that they were custom made for tonight, and that he was expected to wear them. James gave the protective underwear tentative touch, it crinkled. He recoiled. Then he closed his eyes and softly ran his fingers over the thick not-a-diaper, grimacing whenever he touched the thirsty padding. This wasn’t a diaper, he told himself. Unfortunately, that didn’t make him feel any better. It was close enough to not make the distinction. James went to pull it out of the drawer before giving it a second thought. He took a deep breath, and dug into the present moment, hoping to find something that would make him feel better about the tight tights and bulky pseudo diaper. Nothing helped. Kinsey pulled him free from his one on one with his training pants. “James, we need to talk.” He pulled up his tights before facing her again, no need to make the same mistake twice. They were cold and cringe inducing, but it covered up his private parts. For which there were no other options besides the shoes, or elf hat. The model appeared almost done with her make up, swiftly running an oval brush against her puffed cheeks. It gave them a rosy appearance, bright colors that made her look much younger, and not in a good way. Kinsey seemed used to this routine, being a quick dresser was probably part of the job of being a Little model. James was still a disaster, but singing was supposed to be his forte, so he tried to forgive himself for being unable to dress. “You listening, James?” Kinsey asked in a serious tone. “I want to go over something with you, and I’m going to need your full attention.” He asked, “Are you going to make fun of me again?” She stopped and settled the brush with others in front of the mirror, before a somewhat sympathetic expression appeared on her face. “You’re not still upset about the — okay, I’ll admit that I went too far with the Gramcracker stuff. The rest you brought upon yourself, and I’m not going to apologize for any of it.” He disagreed, but he was willing to accept this olive branch. Even if he remained suspicious of her motives. What was this girl going for, another killshot? “What do you want?” James adjusted his tights so they wouldn’t feel so ‘tight’. To no avail. “I’d like to propose a deal. Since you’re such a newbie – don’t argue with me on that fact, you have no idea how in over your head you are.” James went to open his mouth to argue, then realized that she was right. Kinsey continued. “Since you’re such a newbie, I thought we could come up with a plan, an agreement to 'play nice' with one another. Listen, we don’t have to like each other to work together.” He asked, “What are you proposing?” Kinsey twisted her upper body so that she faced him, there was a determination in her eyes that hadn’t been there all night. “An agreement for our own safety, to watch each other’s backs. At the very least, not sabotage one another. It’s a scary place out there, when we’re in front of them there can be no mistakes. They love when we mess up, and we both know their only tried and true method of ‘fixing’ us.” She scooted a bit forward on her bench, revealing what hid behind her. A row of three different colored pacifiers, presumably matching future outfits, and a couple of pink and purple pull-ups of butterfly and princess designs. Also, a diaper. The pink disposable looked thicker when folded over, and it towered over the pacifiers and pull-ups on her padded bench. Somehow menacing just sitting there. Its mouth facing his direction and elastic waistband forming a row of jagged teeth, ready to bite him. It looked crinkly to the touch, but James was not going to touch it. He could barely stand seeing it. Just looking at one, up close and personal, brought to life an internal fear that he'd only experienced when he was a child. It was right there, for goodness sakes! James shuffled uncomfortably. “That diaper has Little-proof tapes on it," Kinsey explained as she followed his gaze. "Jenny said when it’s time, I’m supposed to ask her to diaper me. That’s happening to me tonight, there’s no arguing with this job. We do what we do, until we’re done doing it.” “That’s not right, what if you need to go – you know?” James didn’t want to say the word ‘potty’, but that’s what came to mind. “That’s the reason we’re having this conversation,” Kinsey answered matter-of-factly. “I can’t face down the Amazons while having to constantly watch my back. I need to know that you’ll be on my side if the time comes.” So that's what this was about. She wanted to know if he'd be childish enough to carry over their spat in front of the Amazons. Kinsey must have really thought he was a newbie, even if he'd acted like a fool so far, he'd never be foolish enough to put her at risk. Even though the thought was tempting. He grinned. “I won’t stab you in the back, Kin-sing-ton.” “And I won’t stop making fun of you for being a stupid Gramcracker,” she replied. The two Littles smiled at one another as the feeling in the room suddenly softened, the cold distrust and hot conflict, tempered by cool understanding. It felt good to gain an ally. James figured that it wouldn’t hurt to try to play nice. Who knew what the Amazons had in store for tonight? Not him. Not Kinsey. But it seemed like Kinsey had a gameplan, all he had was ‘Jingle Bells’ and a hope that it wouldn’t get out of control. Sometimes the present moment is all about what you can control. He could control where he kept his mind, he could control his reactions to the pressure and shame; hopefully, he could control his bladder all night. These were the things he could control, the Amazons sat firmly out of that circle. So did Kinsey. “At the modeling agency, we normally come up with a code word while working dangerous jobs like this one." Kinsey pursed her lips as she applied some candy smelling lip balm. Then gave them a loud smack. "Something to say when we need help or assistance, in any way. A word to reveal that we're in danger without letting the Amazons know that we've caught on. Now, I've sworn to secrecy to not reveal our word to anyone who is not a model. So James, why don't you come up with a code word for the two of us?" Oh, man. That was a big responsibility for a Little. James thought of many words, big ones, small ones, ones that could be uttered with a pacifier in the mouth, ones that weren't so obvious, ones that needed to be obvious. A whole list became jumbled in his head until he muttered a word that came to mind. “Waffles.” “Waffles?” He confirmed, “Yeah, waffles.” “Waffles, I like it.” Kinsey giggled to herself. “James, I knew you were a dork, but I had no idea how bad.” “Kinsey, I may be a dork, but I've got your back." He put on his shoes and adjusted his hat, jingling all the way. "Don’t worry about me.” “Pinky swear?” Kinsey extended her pinky in his direction. He hesitated before wrapping his little finger tightly around hers. “I promise.” With one pinky swear, the two Littles formed a bond, a pact for the pair of them to follow. An agreement that no matter how bad the bad gets, and it was going to get bad, they'd still be able to count on one another. That no matter what, their hastily formed partnership will go to the very end. Whatever end that may be. It gave James confidence. Enough to close the drawer containing his candy cane training pants, leaving that one part of his outfit behind.

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