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Chapter 17 Danny turned around while seated to see Mama Angela in the front doorway, holding a grocery bag. The look on her face was not her normal happy smile. She looked super serious like she was waiting to see what he would do. Danny wondered what he had gotten himself into this time. Mama Angela walks over to the playpen before putting the grocery bag down and grabbing Danny. To Danny’s surprise she just pulled him into a hug. Angela was disappointed right now but not with Danny. Littles in this dimension are not known for their decision-making abilities. Even unregressed littles tend to make bad decisions as Angela had heard from her sisters. Danny is going to make some bad choices and they will have to deal with it. Danny obeyed her when she told him to stop so she was counting that as a win. Blame for what she had just witness was not on Danny in her mind, it was on her and Ashley. They should not have left him alone long enough for him to get that idea into his head and for him to act on it. Angela heard the vacuum and realized Ashley was cleaning. Angela usually took care of the household chores. When Ashley started cleaning it usually meant that she was either procrastinating or stressed out. Her plan to help the two out today had failed but it would not dissuade her from making another attempt if the opportunity arose. “Good morning sweetie,” Mama Angela said. “Good morning,” Danny replied. “Sorry I was not here when you woke up,” Mama Angela said. “But I had to get some food to go in your cute little tummy.” “Thank you,” Danny said. “Such a polite little boy I have,” she said as she gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Now we are going to talk about what I just saw in a little bit, but I need to finish bringing in the groceries. You have two choices I can put you in the highchair and you can play with toys on the tray until I am done. The other option is I can put you on the couch and you can watch some cartoons until I am done. If you choose the couch you have to promise me that you will not try to get up.” “Couch please, Danny replied. “I promise I will not try to get up.” That was the truth. He wouldn’t risk punishments by her over something unimportant. If he knew she would be coming home, then he would have waited for a better time to try. “I trust you Danny,” Mama Angela said. She then unbuttoned his onesie to find his diaper dry. One of the tricks with littles however was to never admit they are dry. This helps them adjust to their diapers easier. This might not be as necessary with Danny because he currently had no control, but she still was going to get into the habit of this. “You’re a little damp but I do not think you will need a change, do you?” “I’m wet again?” Danny exclaimed. “I only got changed a little bit ago.” “The medicine you are taking throws your body all out of whack Danny,” Angela explained. She then picked him up and put him on the couch. “Now if I see you try to get up you will be in big trouble.” She put on his childish cartoon praying that he would like it. The cartoon featured a group of littles clearly diapered and babied. One of the littles had lost their teddy bear and the group went looking for it all over the playground they were at. In the end they did not find it and the little began crying drawing the attention of their caregiver. “Did you see the teddy bear, Danny?” Mama Angela asked as she finished putting the groceries away. “No,” Danny said. “They never showed it.” “Yes, they did,” Mama Angela said as she sat down next to him. “I have seen this before when I was watching your cousins and I noticed it.” The caregiver on the screen had comforted the little during the conversation. They littles told him the problem and he announced that he would find it for them. They said they looked but he shushed them telling them that it was a job for an amazon not a little baby. He went to the playground towards the slide they had searched around twice during the episode and found it under the slide. “Are all your children’s shows just anti-little propaganda?” Danny asked. “It is not propaganda sweetie,” Mama Angela replied. “It just a cartoon.” “Depicting littles as helpless babies and amazon as their saviors for taking care of them.” “It is a lot more complicated than you give it credit for Danny,” Mama said. “If you want to write relatable little characters then they will be treated like typical littles. If you don’t want to watch it then I can find something else for you.” “Please,” Danny asked. “Of course, sweetie,” Mama Angela responded. “What do you want to watch.” “Do you have horror movies in this dimension?” Danny asked. He was not a huge fan of horror movies, but he was looking to push back in a way that would not get him into trouble. “We do but you will not be watching them,” Mama Angela replied with her usual friendly tone and smile. She realized Danny was trying the explore the boundaries of his new life. She did not want to overreact to his questions. More importantly than that however, she wanted him to sleep tonight so no way she was showing him any horror movies. “Let’s try something more appropriate or I can choose. I think there are some pretty good educational children’s shows on at this time.” “Sports please if that is okay,” Danny said quickly. “Of course, Danny,” she said turning on the sports channel and pulling him onto her lap. “Is this comfortable for you?” She asked him. “It’s okay,” Danny replied. Danny did not want to admit it, but he was comfortable. “Good now can we talk about what you were doing before I came in?” She asked. “Or we can just watch TV and forget all about that.” “I guess we technically could,” Mama Angela said. “But we are not going to. Just quickly explain why you decided to do that Danny. You’re not in trouble I just want to understand what you were thinking. “I was bored,” Danny said hiding his real reasons. “Not much you can do if you cannot stand. So, I decided to try it and see what happens.” “Danny, I know you are bored but that would not possess you to try it more than once. I saw you try twice. I saw the first one through the window when I was walking in, and I watched you try again when I walked in the front door. Plus, you looked like you were going to try again before I spoke. That implies something a lot more than boredom. Can you just tell me what it actually was, or do I have to guess?” Danny stayed silent. He was kicking himself for not seeing her before he tried to stand again. He had no intention of telling her he believed she was lying to him. “It’s fear,” Mama Angela started again. “Your afraid of never walking again because of the first surgery being messed up. You do not have enough trust in our dimension to do it right. Your so scared you were hoping to find a way to walk around on the leg and hopefully not need the surgery.” Wow, Danny thought. Not quite right but really close. How did she figure that out? Danny stayed silent. “Based on the look you are giving me I am guessing I am right,” Mama replied hugging him tighter. “I understand why you are scared Danny, but I promise we will do everything we can to fix your leg. You are safe here regardless of you leg though. Me and Mommy Ashley will protect you.” Mama Angela continued to cuddle with Danny after she stopped talking. She waited to see how Danny was going to react. “Are you a psychiatrist?” Danny asked amazed by how well she was able to read him. “No but my sister is,” Mama Angela responded. “I guess we never really told you much about ourselves yesterday. We will do that today but first I need you to understand you are not going to try to stand again like I saw earlier.” “I won’t,” Danny replied. “Good, now I want to make sure you understand that if I catch you trying to again you will have earned yourself a punishment,” Mama Angela clarified. “The punishment would be for lying to me, not about you trying to stand again.” A question popped into Danny’s mind, and he decided to ask, “What if I said I was going to try to stand again?” “If I could not convince you not to try it again then whenever you were not being watched you would have been swaddled or put in your highchair to stop you from having the ability to try again.” “So, I would have been punished either way,” Danny replied. “No sweetie,” Mama Angela responded giving him a tighter cuddle. “It would not have been a punishment; it would be for your safety. So, promise me you will be a good boy.” “I promise I will do my best,” Danny said, not wanting to promise something and get himself into trouble with it. “Good boy, will you try to stand again until me, Mommy Ashley or a doctor tells you to.” “No,” Danny said. “No, what.” Mama Angela asked knowing she was pushing her luck but loved hearing Danny call her Mama. “No Mama Angela,” Danny replied. For that he got another kiss on the forehead. “You’re such a good boy Danny,” Mama Angela praised. “I love you so much.” Danny was started to feel conflicted regarding Mama Angela. She had already fallen in love with him and was trying her best to make him happy. She had also been really patient with him as he had been a jerk since he arrived, and she put up with him. He honestly believed with most other amazons he would have gotten multiple severe punishment already. She honestly believed he was a scared little boy who needed her to take care of him. All she wanted was him to let her take care of him. He realized that right now there was nothing he could do to escape with his leg. He also realized even after the surgery he would need time to recover fully and plan his escape. He could enjoy her taking care of him a little while planning his escape. He cuddled into her resting his head on her shoulder. Angela just continued to cuddle him with a huge smile on her face. She knew she had at least temporarily got him to put his guard down a little. She knew she just needed to continue to care for him and she would continue to gain his trust. She just continued to cuddle with him occasionally praising him as a good boy. She also realized the reverse could be true. Bad experiences where he feels scared or uncomfortable then he might get more defensive and less trusting. She had to focus on keeping him happy and safe right now. Angela realized there was another problem was lurking. Ashley clearly is having problems dealing with the changes Danny represents. She believed the more she relaxed Danny and time would help the situation, but Ashley needed to change her attitude towards him. Angela knew Ashley was never around littles in her life growing up, but she agreed to adopt Danny and she needed to accept the responsibilities of being a little’s parent. Angela was not looking forward to her conversation with her wife but knew it was necessary. “Danny I am going to put you down for a second okay,” “Okay,” Danny said. He had been enjoying her attention but was not going to show any disappointment with it ending. Angela went into the kitchen and open the container of apple juice she had bought for Danny. She filled a bottle for Danny and brought it back to him. “Here is a bottle of apple juice Danny. All my sister’s littles really seem to like it so please try it and if you don’t like it’s no big deal, I can give it to them. Okay sweetie.” “Okay,” Danny replied. “Thank you, Mama Angela.” Mama Angela was impressed by the unprompted use her title. “Such a polite little boy,” she praised. As she walked over to his playpen and picked up antlers and brought him to Danny. “Now you have antlers to keep you company, your pacifier is on your onesie, and you have a bottle is there anything else you need before I go upstairs to talk to Mommy Ashley.” “No Mama Angela,” Danny responded. “What are you not going to do?” “Try to stand,” Danny stated. “Such a smart little boy,” Mama Angela cooed. “Now please behave. I will be right back.” With that she went upstairs with a feeling in her gut that she was about to start a fight.

Diapers are forever, They are all I need to please me, They can stimulate and tease me, They won´t leave in the night, I´ve no fear that they might desert me. Diapers are forever, Hold one up and then caress it, Touch it, stroke it and undress it, I can see every part, Nothing hides in the heart to hurt me. I don´t need love, For what good will love do me? Diapers never lie to me, For when love´s gone, They´ll absorb on. Diapers are forever, Wrapping round my little bottom. Unlike men, the diapers linger; Men are mere mortals who Are not worth going to your grave for. I don´t need love, For what good will love do me? Diapers never lie to me, For when love´s gone, They´ll absorb on. Diapers are forever, forever, forever. Diapers are forever, forever, forever. Forever and ever.

We're glad to have ya buddy!???☺️♥️? If you ever wanna chat, I'm always available!☺️?♥️?????♥️???

@AbdlJeff546 Welcome to DD - I have been a member here for about 2.5 years myself, and I also "lurked" for about 25 years. I have come to call this my "home" and I feel as if this place is like a "family." Feel Free to scan postings, ask questions, answer questions and reply to any that you like. We also have a Chatroom, where a lot of people also "hang out" so please feel free to stop by there as well. We are a very diverse group who share in one thing: we are all here because of our love of Diapers, and regardless of how/why we use diapers, or how we got here, that is one thing that we share. Each of us is unique, and each of us has a story of how we started our journey, and how we got here. All of us started walking the same path, BUT then the paths twist and turn as we move forward, and it may take each of us time to get here, or to realize what makes us "tick". but we are here, and as far as I am concerned, because of the good people here, I now understand why I feel the way I feel and that there is nothing "wrong" with feeling the way I feel, or liking what I like, and that is that. In 2019, I became a member here, and I was dealing with accidents/IBS/Diverticulitis and incontinence, and when I finally had enough of this, I asked my doctor for help, and when that was done, I came back here, 24 years after lurking for so long, and I made my account: I KNEW where i needed to be, and KNEW that this is the place that I would be able to be with people who understand my and other's struggles - because of them, am more confident, and NOT afraid or ashamed, or embarrassed anymore - Diapers are a part of me, and the feelings they elicit are normal. Having a disability, (CP) I understand that sometimes you need to accept what is obvious: I NEED diapers and I LIKE them too and NOTHING will change that, and I knew that I was the way I was at 8 Years old - why deny the obvious? Feel fee to mingle, and don't hesitate to follow me or send me a PM should you wish. Brian

Two: Hammy Harper had an on-again, off-again relationship with smoking. It looked cool, she assumed, when she was a teenager. It kept her sane through college. She ditched it when she met Layne. She picked it back up again when they separated. She was vaping now. Not one of those enormous ‘rigs’ that men with large beards had. This was a dainty little stick she stowed away in her purse. And when she pulled it out and took a hit? She felt cool again - like she was smoking in the future. Layne had been going on about something. There was a woman in a pantsuit with good hair, and she had been mean. Something about city council. He used the word ‘audacity’ more than once. She took a few nice slow drags of the vape. She was thinking about whether or not she would watch a tutorial on how those big-bearded men did neat little smoke tricks. Like the one where they blew a smoke ring. That’d be a fun party trick. “...and she called the store an abomination,” he said. “Seriously, who even uses that word? Religious women in a Stephen King story.” “But you haven’t broken any laws, right?” she asked. “Nah.” “And you wouldn’t have been allowed to open this store in the first place if it was doing something fundamentally shady.” “Yeah, I guess.” “So what are you worried about? Let the windbag throw a little tantrum in front of the city. Then let the council tell her that you haven’t done anything wrong. End of story.” “I don’t know,” he said. “People like that, they don’t just get together and get worked up for nothing, you know? We could do everything right - and I assume we have - and they could still be a problem. They become a gnat in the city council’s ear. Worse, they rile up a bunch of other people and now there’s a whole swarm of gnats in their ears. And nobody wants that many gnats in their ears, you know?” Usually, that would’ve been enough nicotine, but she needed to take another long drag. “So what are you going to do?” she asked. “What can I do? Can you reason with gnats?” “The gnat thing isn’t working,” she said. Then, just because she thought the answer would be amusing, she added: “Are you wearing sweatpants?” “Don’t even start with me, Harpy.” A ‘pet’ name she detested just as much as he detested public sweatpants. Touche. This wasn’t the way she thought this conversation was going to go. She had already been nervous to talk to him tonight, and that was before she had inadvertently opened his can of personal worms. He shook his head and muttered something to himself about Grace Vanderhoeffen. Then, remembering that she had come to him in the kitchen in the first place: “Oh, did you want to tell me something?” She sighed. “Actually, yeah?” “Okay.” “So...this isn’t easy for me to say, but I’m hoping we can have an open and mature discussion about it - if any discussion is needed at all.” “I’m probably not going to like this, am I?” “Just listen,” she said. “I’m going on a date tonight.” “A date? Tonight?” “That’s what I just said.” “With who?” “You don’t know them.” “That doesn’t really narrow things down for me.” “It doesn’t matter who they are. But, I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I think that we - both of us - should start thinking about what we want next, you know? Living arrangements. Romance. I don’t know. We’re just stuck here in this house avoiding each other all the time and nothing is changing and sometimes I feel like…” “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he said. “I can’t get mad about you dating some guy when it’s not like I'm over here trying to repair our marriage. I mean...I don’t think I’m about to go and date someone myself, but I guess I get where you’re coming from. So, I don’t know...have a good time with him?” “Not him,” she said. “I’m sorry?” “Not him,” she said. “As in - I’m not going out with a...guy?” “Oh.” He gave it another moment to sink further in. “Oh. A, uh, gal, then?” “No.” “I’m running out of options here.” “They/them,” she said. “Oh,” he said again. “Don’t be weird about this.” “Me? Me...weird?” “Look,” she said. “It’s not a big deal. They’re just gender nonconforming, you know?” “I can deal with that,” he said, waving his hands in front of him as if to signal that he didn’t want any trouble. “And me going out on a date?” “I mean...am I psyched? No, not especially. Am I…” his voice just kind of wandered off. “Are you...what?” “I didn’t think about what I wanted to say.” “Well why don’t you think about it a little longer,” she said. “And we can talk about it later. Or tomorrow.” -- He skipped the alcohol last night - he didn’t want to show up to the store in sweatpants again. He was still late. “Decided to finally show up?” Effie quipped from behind the counter. “Someday, when you own your very own diaper store, you too can show up whenever you want.” “So inspirational. Thank you, Dad.” “You wish I was your father.” “My father played bass in a punk band,” Effie said. “No offense, but you don’t have enough cool to qualify as the father I wish I had.” “Damn,” he said. “That is pretty cool.” He grabbed a partially-stale donut from yesterday’s box, still sitting behind the front counter. “Did I miss anything? Any drama? Concerned citizens?” “The Pope dropped by,” she said. “He wasn’t happy with you either.” “Did you sell him any diapers?” “I tried. He’s more of a chastity guy, though.” This yielded a hearty chuckle from him. He always liked how proud of herself she looked when she made him laugh like that. Very cute. “I have an assignment for you today,” he said. “Oh yeah? What kind of assignment?” “That woman who came in yesterday? Grace Vander-fart? I want to know more about her little club. CLAM? No...CALM. Could you do some internetting for me? Find out how big this thing is? When they meet up to talk about me? Where? See if they serve refreshments at their meetings?” “Are you...actually planning on going to one of their meetings?” He shrugged. “Wouldn’t it be funny if I did?” She smirked, though she didn’t laugh. He thought it was a lot funnier than that. “Did, uh, Harper come by this morning?” “Nah. I mean, I got here at 9 - you know, the time we open - so not unless she came earlier than that. Why so?” “Ah, you don’t want to hear about it,” he said, swiping his hand in the air as if to wave away the conversation. “You’re right,” Effie said, “I don’t. But if you’re going to bring it up, I feel obligated to ask for more information.” “Well, fine, if you’re going to twist my arm…” “I’m not.” “Harper went on a date last night.” Her face had fallen serious. “Oh shit. Really?” He shrugged, attempting to play it off nonchalantly. “Yeah, I don’t know. Should I be mad about it?” “Do you feel mad?” “A little numb so far, that’s all. Relationship novacaine.” She was torn. Being a good friend of Harper’s sister had gotten her pretty close to Harper over the last few years. But, spending 40 hours a week with him- give or take the hours Layne was missing from his own shop - wasn’t nothing. She was happy for Harper. She was mad for Layne. “Who was the lucky guy?” “Well that’s just it. It wasn’t a guy.” “Really? I didn’t know that she liked…” “It wasn’t a girl either.” He looked like wanted a reaction. Needed. She didn’t really have much of one to give him. “Does that upset you?” “I don’t think so. It shouldn’t, right?” She shook her head. “I live in a pretty simple world,” he said. “Gender stuff - it’s over my head.” “It’s actually not that hard to grasp,” Effie said. “They say that they don’t conform to a specific gender and then you just say: Ok. That’s it.” He waved his hand dismissively again. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. I’m just looking for things to pick at. You know, because she went on a date.” “How did the date go?” He shrugged. “I went to sleep before she came home. And she wasn’t home this morning. Or...she never came home.” “Slutty,” Effie said to herself. The tone suggested that this was a positive thing. “Alright, enough talk about my disaster of a marriage. Do your homework, young lady.” “Fiiiiiiine, Dad.” -- Come in late, and then leave early - such was the life of the boss. She had found the information he was looking for in about 6 minutes, using Facebook alone. But she had stared at the computer for two hours, making it look as if she was doing some real Hackers-esque work. She provided him with the meeting place, time, and confirmed that refreshments were being served. He offered to kiss her on the forehead and she declined. Then he decided to go to the gym. These were the moments she came to enjoy the most, working at Bottoms Up. She turned up the King Gizzard and scrolled on her phone, occasionally glancing up to confirm that the parking lot was still an empty void. And then there was a new car. A minivan. She turned the music down - just a smidge - and got her ‘customer service’ smile on. Layne hated it - he thought it made her look like, in his words, an ‘either homicidal or horny clown. Maybe both.’ A couple rolled into the store. She was straight out of the 1950s with her royal blue polka-dot dress and red hair pinned into an updo. He had that signature diaper-waddle that Effie had come to expect from male customers. She had no clue how to gauge their ages. The woman was either 20-something or 45. He was older - definitely older than Layne. Maybe just old? She’d guess he was in his 50s. “Greetings. Can I help you two out with anything today?” “Just...uh...looking around, thanks,” he said. The hem of his sports-team tee barely connected with the waistband of his drawstring shorts. With every step, they separated, and the ruffled plastic edge of a diaper poked out to say hello. “Diapers, darling,” the woman said, though it wasn’t clear if she was talking to him or to Effie. “Well,” Effie said, taking a chance on the possibility the woman was talking to her, “we have plenty of those.” “I don’t want any of these plastic diapers,” she said. “Too wasteful. You know, for the environment? Hamish, here, he goes through so many diapers. The landfill probably expands an entire acre per year with just his dirty diapers.” “Margaret,” he hissed. “You don’t have to do that here.” “Don’t listen to him,” Margaret said. “He adores being humiliated. Have you ever seen such a pathetic thing?” “Once or twice,” Effie said. “It’s time we made a change,” Margaret said, glazing right over Effie’s remark. “And I do not mean another diaper change. Hamish just got his bottom cleaned up an hour ago.” She turned to the poor blushing man. “If I were to check your diaper now, it’d still be dry, yes?” “Y-yes.” “Yes…?” she said, clearly trying to elicit a specific answer. “Yes...Mommy.” “Well trained, is he not?” Effie laughed. “Can he do any tricks?” “He’ll do anything I tell him to. That’s a trick, yes?” Effie nodded. “Hamish. Pull down your shorts and show the nice woman your diaper.” “Mommy…” “Please don’t argue with me, Hammy. Or else I ask you to do something far worse.” He sighed, giving in to her demand. Which, Effie thought, was a shame - she was curious to see what ‘far worse’ entailed. Hands on either side of his shorts, he pushed them down in one motion, revealing the plump white diaper between his legs. Baby animals pranced across the front of it. There was some yellow discoloration in the front. Just a little. “Speaking of used diapers...” Effie said, pointing out the yellowed diaper with her finger. “My word. Hamish! Did you piddle yourself yet again?” “Just...just a little,” he said, shrugging. “Ugh.” Margaret rolled her eyes as she tossed her hands up in the air. “Do you see what I’m working with?” “They say it gets harder to potty train them as they get older,” Effie said. Margaret laughed - a genuine chuckle. “Pull up your pants, baby.” He did so. “Look at all these cute diaper designs,” she said as she strolled through the salesfloor. “Princesses. Unicorns. Teddy bears. Koala bears. But it’s, like, ‘what’s the point,’ right? He’s just going to make a big poo in them eventually anyways. Sometimes I’m tempted to just tape a garbage bag to his ass and let him do his business in that.” “Cost effective,” said Effie. “But probably not good for the neighborhood.” “Then what would you recommend?” “I’m hardly an expert…” “No?” “I mean, I just...work the counter. Put things in boxes. My boss, he’s the guy to talk to if you want actual advice. A genuinely enormous baby.” “But I like you,” Margaret said. “Okay, fine. With the knowledge that you do have, point me in the right direction.” “Well, I could show you these,” Effie said, walking around the counter and over to a rack against the far wall. She pulled a clear plastic package off the wall, holding a thick folded garment inside of it. “These are, like, pocket-diapers? Machine washable, and you just load cloth pads into them. But...as much as you want. So you’re essentially making them as absorbent as you’d like them to be. Then, after he, uh, does his business, you can wash the whole thing while you slip him into a new one.” “And the diaper itself doesn’t leak?” Effie quickly glanced at the packaging and spotted the bold WATERPROOF in a starburst. “It does not.” “A higher upfront cost,” she mused to herself. “But probably worth it in the long run. I’ll try some. Well, Hammy will actually be trying them.” Both women laughed, much to the dismay of the big baby. Effie gathered the selected pocket-diaper, in an adorable fuschia color, along with a package of cloth prefolds for use within it. A credit card swipe later and the transaction was complete. She had reached for the black bags and Margaret stopped her. “No need, dear. We won’t need a bag. Hamish can just carry the diapers out to the car as is. Yes, dear?” “Y-yes, Mommy.” He gathered his new undergarment and accessories together, pinning them close to his chest and scrambled out the door. Margaret was still in the shop. “Was...there something else I can help you with?” “Not an expert on diapers?” Margaret asked. “No...that’s not really my thing.” “Would you like to know more?” For the first time in quite a while, Effie was a little at a loss for words. “I’m sorry?” “I’m just saying,” Margaret said with a shrug. “If you see yourself selling diapers for the foreseeable future, and you want to experience life on the other side of the counter, maybe I could help you with that.” “Are you offering to put me in a diaper?” “Do you want to be?” “No? Maybe?” Her heart was beating like a jackhammer in her chest. She was aware of the curiosity that had been stirring in places she didn’t acknowledge all that often, and a bright floodlight had suddenly been shown on that corner. “I wouldn’t make you play with Hammy,” Margaret said, glancing over her shoulder to confirm he had left the store. “He’s no fun at all. But you and I? We could have fun.” “I…” “Just think about it,” she said. “I’m in your system. You have my number.” With no further words, Margaret spun around and briskly exited the store, returning to the minivan to chastise poor Baby Hamish for putting the diapers in the wrong place in the car. Effie sighed as she turned the music back up again. “This fucking job.”

I was recently involved in a pregnancy scare, and I think the thought of having a child just zapped the ABDL out of me for a while. Not in a purge cycle kind of way, just a total indifference. I didn't want to get rid of everything, it was more like when I'd see my little stuff, I'd think of it of it as an old shirt I used to love but now isn't my style anymore. No hate, no shame, just total indifference. The scare is now over and I am slowly having desires come back, but way less and way different (more-so just sexual when it used to very a huge comfort/coping mechanism). So anyone else experience something like this? ABDLs with kids, did you experience a similar downshift while you were focusing on other priorities? I assume this kind of response is normal since my mind was elsewhere, but if just the possibility of having a kid zapped all interests for a month that the scare took place and a month after, I am almost worried that having a kid might obliterate all interests. Thanks!

Just curious how others fare when not diapered? Are you able to stay dry? Do you take precautions when not diapered, such as having a pad under you, or not sitting on certain furniture? Have you ever wet yourself without noticing? Or forgotten you don’t have a diaper on? Or thought you had more bladder (or bowel) control than you really did? Have you ever wet yourself in public? In general, how do you feel after an accident?

LONG LIVE THE DIAPER ERA!!!!??☺️♥️ The diaper Era is NEVER over!!!!?♥️???☺️♥️? You hear that moms and dads?! never!????♥️????♥️??? LOL!?????♥️☺️???

Hi ABDLJeff, glad you decided to join in, finally! ? We know you’ve been lurking around here, lol. Well, you know already, this is a pretty good place to hang around, so I don’t need to sell you. But it is always good, to have people step up, and join. Come on in, pull up a high chair, fill your bottle, and if you feel the need, soak them diappies! Relax, have fun, and enjoy! PS. Don’t grab that high chair! Someone’s diaper leaked, and it didn’t get cleaned off just yet. All the others are fine, you’re good ?

Welcome, we are glad to have you! Always happy to chat

Never over I agree ✌️??

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Sometimes an accident is really an on purpose. Isnt it @Enthusi?

Stress can and will destroy libido.

As an aside, this thread seems to have attracted a lot of reads and a lot of likes. For that I’m grateful. It’s nice to know that I’m not totally wasting my time in documenting all of this, or if I am, I am at least wasting it in such a way as might be amusing to others. When “likes” are issued to posts, in addition to the tiny serotonin boost that is released upon digital affirmative feedback (a drug Facebook had worked out years ago), an alert message appears when I log in. I don’t know WHO liked a post, or indeed WHY. In addition to the factiod of a post being liked, there is insight shared on how long ago this “like” occurred. In this place the big “likes” go to the authors on the story forums. More mundane accounts such as this rarely rank in terms of attractive recreational reading. That makes sense. It’s probably more interesting for many to read about a flotilla of nubile young aunts queueing up to baby a young male than uncover titbits such as the practical fall-out of rubbish collection lapses. Nevertheless today I was somewhat surprised to receive 9 consecutive “likes” in one batch. Intrigued, I followed each of these “like” links to see what it was that was liked. They were all posts in this thread and the “likes” were delivered in the same chronological order as the thread had them. Based on these clues, it would appear that somebody was reading this thread and issuing “likes” as they worked their way through it. That’s nice. The thing that got me was the timestamps. They spent at least three hours with this thread. They could have watched “Ghandi” or maybe “Apocalypse Now Redux Edition” with that kind of chronological investment. If that somebody is reading this. You deserve a prize! I hope the hours were worth it. I get bored with myself after several minutes ?

I remember when I was that size, it was a Tuesday in 1982. ?

Being an adult baby, when I am at home my pants comes off. Which is why as an adult baby, my diapers are also my shorts and underwear in one. When I am at home my pants get ripped off from me and I am only allowed to wear diapers, t-shirt or onesie on.

this is for my food as this is for drinks and night time

Yes ever meal and bottle so all most all the time normally I go through 4 or more a day

Never had a partner but I still get diaper checks by my family and friends yes they all know I am a little

New and improved. I ordered some of the school print since I'm a big kid! https://bambinodiapers.com/collections/types?q=Slip-On Brief

Kirsty knew all about blowouts. Anybody with small children knew. It wasn't something anybody was ever taught, you learned about them the hard way. A blowout wouldn't happen while a child was safely tucked away in a cot, secure, within easy reach of a change of clothes, a washing machine, a clean diaper. No, blowouts happened in public, when it was least convenient, the child in ignorant bliss of the horror it had just caused. The weird thing was that friends didn't realise the problem. "Oh dear, someone needs Mommy," they'd declare, confident that Mommy could cope, would quickly and efficiently return the gorgeous tot to full cuteness. It was the parent that had to deal with the mess, the way the explosion had shot up out of the back of the diaper, somehow leaked at the legs, ruined the tights, the diaper shirt, the pretty dress. Experienced parents knew to take a change of clothing, as well clean diapers. The cafe, the village hall, the doctor's waiting room; they were someone else's problem, they had staff to clean them. Kirsty had raised three children and they had all been her problem, their comfort and cleanliness something she had to provide, and even if they didn't know what they'd done, she did, and she had to deal with it. So when someone else was the parent, Kirsty reflected that she should at the minimum not be dismayed. It wasn't her problem, she wouldn't have to replace the soiled clothing, gently wipe the skin, pretend this was a normal run of the mill diaper change. Unfortunately she felt only distress, the realisation that this was a full blowout, and that the Mommy hadn't even noticed. "Ewwww," she said, "That's smelly!" It was a white lie. The food was somehow treated; extra bulk, less smell, same awful stickiness. In a way it helped, made filling a diaper a more private function, fewer people sniffing loudly and declaring, "Oh dear, someone needs Mommy." Alice turned and looked at Kirsty. "Oh dear," she said sympathetically, "Does someone need Mommy?" Kirsty groaned. No shit someone needed 'Mommy'. She knew better than to say that, three different punishments would come from that single retort. Instead she forced a smile to join the frown on her face, looked up at Alice and provided a carefully neutral reply, "Mommy..." Alice did that adult thing of pausing to change expression, going for the sympathetic look in an obvious 'I'd better show sympathy' way. She turned back to her friend Julie, begged forgiveness for a moment and walked over to where Kirsty was strapped immobile in a push chair. Undoing the straps long enough to lean Kirsty forward, she flipped up the back of the short dress and immediately wrinkled her nose. "Holy mother of.." she exclaimed, before her voice trailed off. She looked across to Julie and called out, "You would not believe this! It's a full scale blowout. We're going to have to find a bathroom." Kirsty knew all about blowouts. She hadn't expected to suffer one, be the subject of that humiliating call across the park, see her friend Tracey look across in horror. Tracey knew all about blowouts too, and had never even had children. Sometimes people learn about them the very hard way. Carefully standing up Tracey started to waddle towards Kirsty. The look of sympathy on her face was genuine, and Kirsty knew she wanted to provide comfort and commiserations. She just didn't want them, was embarrassed enough already, just wanted to get clean. "Tracey! Come back here." demanded Julie. Tracey stopped, looked at Kirsty in consternation, clearly torn between friendship and the fear of disobedience. Friendship doesn't come with punishments though so when she turned and unsteadily made her way back to Julie, Kirsty silently shared thanks. The world turned around her, and Kirsty could no longer see her friend. Alice had wheeled her around and was pushing her determinedly up the path. "Come on Sweetie," she said, "Lets get you clean and beautiful again." Kirsty knew all about beautiful too. This wasn't something she had ever claimed, and although the occasional unguarded look on Alice's face showed genuine affection and the love of a mother, she couldn't believe a thick diaper and pigtails made her beautiful now. Sure, the portal had changed her body, the tired lines and stretch marks of a well used body in its forties gone, replaced by a beach ready body that looked - and felt - in its late teens. Her new body's lithe youthfulness was spoiled by poor muscle definition and wide, broad hips, which she'd decided were worth the chance to feel young again, but she was being treated as even younger, nearer 18 months than 18 years. But beautiful? No. Not with the freckles she'd somehow acquired, even if they did help her face match the outfits she was forced to wear. "Why the frown, gorgeous?" asked Alice. "You're much prettier when you smile, it really lights up your eyes. Julie says she loves your face when you smile, the dimples and freckles make you just adorable." Kirsty had heard this before, so many times she'd lost count. She'd lost count of many things, repeated humiliations, public embarrassments and private mortification. Her memory was good, mentally she was in surprisingly good health, adapting well to what had once been so strange a situation. She didn't seem to be aging here, her body retaining its youthful elegance, no matter how many years passed, the promise of the advertisement kept, and that promise extended to her brain, keeping her sharp and aware. Sadly aware. The advert hadn't mentioned that her young body would not be under her control, that forced adoption by someone claiming to be her new Mommy was inevitable, that her perpetual youth would be lived in perpetual babyhood. Yes, she was aware of that. A good memory still loses track of the prosaic, the things each day holds, the forced feedings, the mornings trapped in a playpen and the afternoon naps. Even the changing of a diaper becomes mundane, an uncomfortable embarrassment replaced by another, a temporary respite from dismal damp. "Here we are," gushed Alice, pointlessly telling her charge they'd reached the bathroom. Kirsty knew this building, knew the flap inside that folded down from the wall, knew she fit easily onto it and that she couldn't undo the strap that would hold her in place. She'd lost count of the diaper changes even just here, the trips to the park seldom short enough for her to stay clean throughout. Kirsty wasn't incontinent. At least, she hadn't been. Giving birth had weakened her control but she had still had it, just the occasional emergency dash to the nearest toilet. Coming through the portal fixed even that, and for a few hours she'd revelled in the choice she had to delay those bathroom breaks, no longer hostage to the nearest facilities. It was a naive joy, replaced by a permanent delay. She couldn't remember the last time she'd used a toilet, never needed the facilities. She didn't know if she had control any more, after days, weeks and months of only using a diaper the body stops worrying about such an irrelevance. Strapped to the padded shelf Kirsty looked up and reached out to Alice. She hated playing the cutesy toddler but it made Alice happy, and a happy Alice treated her much better. "No Darling," apologised Alice, "Mommy has to get you clean first. We can cuddle afterwards." Kirsty lowered her arms again, her simple point made, and really she was glad Alice had that priority. The park path wasn't smooth and every bump, every little jolt had transmitted through the pushchair into her diaper, reminding her its revolting contents, spreading it further. Her unwelcome, repetitious and intimate familiarity with being soiled had inured her somewhat to the situation but she still hated it, wanted it gone. She felt the diaper shirt being unfastened between her legs, her tights pulled down, then her shoes being removed and the tights taken off completely. "Oh my," sighed Alice, "you can't wear those again." She pulled out a small plastic bag, normally used for dirty diapers, and put the filthy clothing in it. She unstrapped Kirsty, lifted her up and stripped the dress and onesie off her. Kirsty stood there, wearing just a heavy diaper and pale blue ribbons, in her hair. She watched Alice examine the clothing, saw for herself the horrible state of her onesie, prayed it wouldn't be put back on her. Alice fortunately reached the same conclusion, thrust it into the same bag containing the tights. "Even your dress is dirty, but it's just a small patch by the hem. I'll wash that down Sweetie, or you'll have to go home in just your diaper." Kirsty knew better than to comment on her clothing, but allowed a quiet smile to show her satisfaction with the compromise. The day was warm and, while she was permanently in diapers, and she knew that in the pushchair her dress would ride up and reveal her shame to passers-by, she still wanted it on, even the smallest concession to covering her diaper was worthwhile. But first, she wanted a clean diaper. "What's wrong Kirsty?" begged Alice, obvious concern lining her face. Kirsty realised with horror that she'd let her true feelings show in her facial expression, right as she'd been mentally berating herself for falling into the mental trap of wanting a diaper, rather than just wanting to be taken out of this dirty one. Kirsty recovered fast. She'd learned well, knew how important it was to keep Alice on her side, knew the buttons to push. "Sticky!" she sniffed, concentrating on not saying any more than that, and especially not asking to be changed. Alice melted a little, reached forward and gave Kirsty a quick hug around the shoulders. "Awww, you poor thing," she acknowledged, "Lets get you out of that horrible diaper." For once the pair shared a moment, full uninamity, all guile and pretence unnecessary as they looked at each other in agreement. A swift change, Alice well practiced, soft wipes quickly leaving Kirsty's skin smooth and pristine, a light dusting of powder and clean padding, firmly fastened, securely sealing Kirsty into a gently scented leakproof prison that she knew would soon be a torment once more. "There," celebrated Alice, pulling Kirsty's dress back on and giving her the promised hug, "all clean and beautiful." Sure, thought Kirsty. Until the next time. She knew there'd be a next time, it was inevitable, unavoidable, one of the few certainties in her new life. Yes, Kirsty knew all about blowouts.

Chapter Thirteen "Where is Ai?" The brunette caregiver with the glasses stood with her arms crossed in front of Bala. Two other caregivers - the blonde and another that Bala had never met - flanked her and backed her into a corner. "She's gone." Bala replied, rubbing her puffy red-rimmed eyes with all the trimmings of a distraught child who knew she was in trouble. With the absence of her blanket, she clung to her dress instead. It wasn’t the same. "She can't be gone," the caregiver said sharply. It was a tone Bala hadn't heard in a long time, maybe since her time at the hospital. Anger. Disapproval. Tears dripped down Bala's cheeks. "I didn't want her to go, I didn't want her to leave but she wanted to but I didn't want to, so I stayed an... an... I'm sorry..." The brunette balled her hands at her sides and took a deep breath. Wherever Ai was, she couldn't have gotten far. But Bala was another story: she couldn't be trusted. "Send her to the Memoriam." The other two caregivers glanced nervously at each other. "Um... are you sure? She's been a model—" "You think this is the behavior we want our Candies to model? Drugging the staff? Breaking out of their rooms? Helping other Candies escape?” "Please, I jus’ wan’ be a good girl..." Although despite Bala's pleas, it was as if the people in the room couldn't hear her. Or maybe they just didn't care. "Yes, she did break the rules," the blonde caregiver said, taking a step forward. Her cheeks were still a little pink from the milk. "She was lead astray by a problematic Candy, one we've had problems with in the past. And if anything, her sense of loyalty to her should be something we consider, shouldn't it?" "Her disloyalty to us, you mean?" the brunette snapped back. "She's here, isn't she? She chose to stay." The blonde caregiver looked at Bala and smiled, then asked: "Bala, you want to stay, don't you? Even if we have to train you harder?" Bala nodded automatically. She would do anything to stay here, no matter what they asked of her. The brunette caregiver seemed to soften at her agreeableness. "We have to find Ai," the brunette finally said, changing the topic from Bala. "This isn't like Kione; there’s no room for error. She’s too important." Ai hadn't told Bala any of her plans, not beyond escaping. Honestly, Bala preferred it that way. If she knew more than that, she'd have felt compelled to share it. She rubbed her eyes as the grown-ups talked, and she felt her diaper getting fuller in the seat. But this conflict, this guilt, these feelings? They'd all go away soon, she was sure of it. "Miss Porter!" A woman hurried around the corner and stopped just short of the brunette with the glasses. She was out of breath. "We got her." "What?" The brunette blinked in disbelief, but sure enough another woman in pink scrubs rounded the corner with Ai in tow. "How did..." "She was wandering the halls, looking for something. Maybe she didn't escape?" "I escaped just fine," Ai said sharply, staring at the brunette who had changed her diapers countless times before. "I came back." Bala looked at Ai with confusion and wonder. She changed her mind? The brunette noticed the glances between Bala and Ai and let out a little laugh. "You came back for her?" she asked with a head tilt. "That’s so noble." "No, I came back for my own reasons." Ai pulled away from the caregiver in the pink scrubs, but she was well and truly surrounded. Five caregivers, two little girls. They were outnumbered. "Your reasons aren’t important," the brunette smiled. Her voice was sickly sweet, rife with condescension. "Now let’s get you—" "Yes they are," Ai interrupted. "I didn’t need to escape; I just had to prove that I could. I’ll find a new way out. I'll find a hundred. I'll keep running the Academy in circles. And you know I will, because I've done it before. Haven't I?" The caregiver's expression soured. "Tell me why you're doing this," Ai demanded. "It's strange that you think you have any position to negotiate, Ai. Little girls like you should be taking the orders, not giving them." The brunette smiled warmly, despite her words. She took a step forward and reached out to take Ai’s hand. "You came back because you belong here. You know that. Why don’t you let Nana take all those silly thoughts away?" Ai pulled away from the brunette and took on all the confidence she could while wearing a pink party dress and a soaking wet diaper. "I'm never going to stop wondering what this is all about," Ai said. "I can't help it - we both know that - and the more I wonder the more trouble I cause." "Perhaps you’re supposed to cause trouble," the woman offered. "Maybe that’s your destiny." The caregivers in the room looked uncomfortable, all but the brunette with the glasses. She had an unshakable confidence not quite befitting that of her role, and the battle between an unflappable god and a little diaper girl always ended the same way. All the odds were against Ai - a million to one - but Ai had tricks of her own. "Am I supposed to know about #254? Or the Preamble?" The room was quiet for just a moment. Bala's tears dripped silently off her chin. The caregivers glanced sideways at one another. Even Ai was holding her breath. "I see," the brunette said, more to herself than anyone else. After a moment to consider, she turned to Bala and back to Ai. "Then you don’t care what happens to your friend?" Ai glanced at Bala, the woman that helped her escape, and back at her caregiver. This was a choice. What was really important here? Bala, or answers? With reluctance, Ai shook her head. This was bigger than the both of them, and Ai couldn’t let one girl matter more than the rest. The brunette shrugged, turned to the other caregivers, and pointed at Bala. "Take her back to Processing." Processing? Like, the Cold Room? Bala's eyes went wide and she shook her head in fear. "Please, nuh uh! I a good girl! I don' wanna be cold again! I did so good! I did so so so good! I'ma good girl, a good girl!" Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She looked at the caregivers one at a time, then finally to Ai for help. She had to help. She just had to. "Pease! Pease, Ai! Pease don' take my happy ending!" "I'm sorry," Ai muttered, looking at her feet. "I didn't mean for this to happen..." "Come now," the brunette said, placing a hand on Ai's shoulder. "There's a lot to explain." Ai turned and followed the brunette down the hall, toward all the answers she was seeking. The last thing Bala remembered was a caregiver reaching into her pocket, and then she awoke in a room of tiles. On the far wall, a familiar mirror with an unfamiliar girl looking back at her. So much had changed since the first time. Her clothes, her hair, her face. Most of all, her disposition. She was no longer a confident, compassionate nurse. She was just a helpless little girl, punished for her misdeeds. Bala had always believed in choosing your own destiny, but her own choices always led to sadness and pain. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe free will was a bad thing. Why should anyone have the right to do the wrong thing? Bala had everything. Love. Simplicity. Entertainment. Tenderness. But she allowed Ai to tempt her with freedom. Like a snake in the garden, Ai tricked Bala into breaking the rules. And now she had to suffer again. Bala closed her eyes and curled up in the corner as the temperature in the room started to drop. She missed her blanket. She missed her crib. She missed her caregivers and her diaper changes and her toys. She even missed her new friends, all but Ai. As Bala's thoughts swirled into a dark, stormy tornado in her head, one thought rang truer than the rest: This was all Ai's fault. [End] ---------------- Thanks for reading everyone. I'm sorry it took so long to finish this one. I think some people might be sad to see Bala's fate in this one? But I do want to bring up again a little later in the series so that people know what happens with her. She's a lot more than just a catalyst for Ai's story. (Actually, I think Ai is the catalyst for hers??) I'm sure you all have more questions. I hope I can address all of them in future stories, but if you want to know anything in particular feel free to ask. Comments really do keep me motivated, no joke!! So stay tuned! ~Mia Moore~ ---------------- Edit: Here's the next story in the series: Academy T!

The thing that got me was the timestamps. They spent at least three hours with this thread. They could have watched “Ghandi” or maybe “Apocalypse Now Redux Edition” with that kind of chronological investment. While it was not I who spent three hours reading your blog the other night, I will say that I have certainly spent that much time over the past few years enjoying your story. Not only do I appreciate your dedication to the "cause," but also your writing skill, editing skill, and thoughtfulness. If we were not half a world apart, I bet that we could enjoy a couple of bottles of a good red wine together.

I like the gotta pee feeling.

Fantastic start!

I get it, they are bad for the environment.... but do you think when rearz or tykables makes a new design that they are actually producing MORE diapers or are they phasing out old designs and printing them on the same ones they WOULD HAVE sold anyway? You typically wear one style diaper at a time so if it's not princesses, it's superheroes and the princess one stays on the suppliers shelf. Until it's purchased, then your quarrel is with EVERYONE that buys disposables. I'll step up and say I'm not environmentally perfect. But I do recycle my used motor oil and cardboard and plastics.

Sunday Tricia was on my lap sitting like l was her daddy. Daddy l need to go to the potty, l got her there and she pooped in the toilet. I let her have her privacy. Annie came and asked me "Daddy dont you love me anymore?" "Why because l payed attention to Trica all day?" I asked her? "Yeah!" She said! "Of course l still love you! It's just that Tricia doesn't have a daddy you have me all the time. What would happen say if l was Tricia's daddy for real, and you didnt have a daddy, would you want nme to be your daddy as well?" I asked her? "I guess l can share you with Tricia. If l didn't have a daddy, l would want you as mine as well!" I kissed her head as well. Tricia came out of the bathroom. "Did you wipe yourself?" I asked "Uhhuh!" Tricia said! "Did you wash your hands?" I asked? "Nope, l forgot!" She said. I took her in and turned the water on warm put some liqid soap in her hands and l washed her hands, with my hands. We dried our hands off and went back in to the Livingroom. I had Aaron, Amie, Angie, Robin, and Amelia come in for diaper changes. I had spent so much time changing diapers, that Annie came and asked for her diapers changed. It was after lunch, l put all kids and adults down for a nap. As l tucked Tricia in she grabbed me around me neck and kissed my cheek, "Love you daddy!" She proclaimed! An hour and a half later l went to wake kids and adult kids up! Seemed everybody was wet from Amelia to little Tricia. After they were dry Amelia and Robin cooked dinner. That afternoon l had Tricia on one side of my lap and Annie on the other. They were both sharing me. I didnt mind one bit. They were the closest to sisters that l had, Annie never was this close to Amie, and Angie! Tricia wasn't this close to Aaron! I enjoyed the two sisters Annie and Tricia. Later that evening Robin left to go get something from their apartment, she took Aaron with her it was bedtime and Robin hadnt returned. We got Tricia and Amie ready for bed. Then I got Amie and later Angie, ln bed. It was 10pm l got my wife Amelia ready for bed. We didn't have sex, we didn't want to start something to be interupted when the two got back! It was 11:30pm l fell asleep about midnight. They hadn't returned by then. At 5:30am when my allarm went off, Amelia called Robin's cell phone it went straight to Voice mail. I got showered and as l got out to dry, Amelia said "l heard from Robin last night!" "When is she coming for Tricia?" I asked? "She's not!" Said Amelia. "What? What's going on?" I asked? She gave me her phone and she had a message from Robin. "Amelia, Thank You for the great Weekend! You are probably wondering why l haven't came back for Tricia? I was watching her and your husband interact all weekend long! I know my daughter and she loves your husband! She has never interacted with an adult male figure before like that, she even called him daddy. Your husband is a special guy dont just share him with anybody else like you did me again. This is just to let you know, l am not coming back for Tricia, frankly l can't think of anybody else that can raise her like you two can, l have seen you as a mother figure for several months now. I know your just a two years older than l am, but you've been more than a mother to me than my real mom! I will be leaving state heading west! If they want to sever my parental rights, l will sign anything needed. Too bad your husband and Aaron didn't hit it off or l would of left him with you as well. Sorry that you will have to find a new Sous Chef. Bill i think would make a great one! But l quit! Your Friend Robin!" "So we gained a kid, whether we wanted one or not?" I asked. "Looks that way! But is it a bad thing?" Amelia asked? I and Amelia called off work, who knew how long we would be dealing with CPS over Tricia?

Yes there is: The IRS.

I have a heavily modified Shelby GT350 Cause we know this! Between the street racing, the hot woman and the drinking I am sure it will be a blast! Plus I'm sponsored so I have to go Cause its Mustang Week in Myrtle Beach!

Wow, I think I just finished the story at page 161. It's not really finished but I realized what I just wrote wrapped up the first part of the story perfectly with a little bow on top. Page 108 Every bit of resistance melted from Dakota as she played with the diaper in her mittened hands. Her consciousness was completely absorbed by her senses. The sounds of tapes being ripped off, the fresh scent of the baby wipes, the cool feeling of them wiping her skin. The sweet sound of Justine saying cute little things to her, the amazing white cloud of baby powder that smelt so good, and wonderful feeling of being wrapped snugly in a fresh and clean diaper that would keep her safe and dry. “Such a good girl, such a good baby for Mommy, here take your pacy and play with bubby bear while Mommy changes big Sis,” Justine popped Dakota’s pacifier in her mouth and handed her a soft cuddly bear. Dakota was lost in little space, any thoughts of her treatment or being kidnapped were replaced by the amazing glow of love that she felt. She didn’t even realize that she was gently suckling the pacifier. She rolled on her side and squeezed the bear in her mittened hands while she watched her sister get her diaper changed. Kylee stopped playing big sister and began to suck her thumb. She watched her baby sister playing with the bear, but she wasn’t really watching. Her eyes became absent as drool began to roll down her chin. She hadn’t felt this little in so long. “Ahh Mommy’s good little girls are feeling all gooey inside aren’t they,” Justine said when she stood up with two perfectly rolled up swollen diapers in her hands. The babies just laid on the floor squirming. She threw the diapers away and kneeled down next to Kylee again and gently pulled her thumb from her mouth, “Is big sister too old for her pacy?” she asked. Kylee slowly shook her head no and Justine slid a pacifier in her mouth. Justine then brought over a bean bag and sat down and gently lifted both girls up to rest on her bosom. Dakota and Kylee both nuzzled up and hugged Justine, then began to drift off. *** “Time to eat girls,” Justine said and Dakota opened her eyes. She was laying on a floor intertwined with Kylee. . She remembered the diaper change and how she’d completely fell into littlespace and felt her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. She felt a warmth in her diaper and realized she’d wet herself since being changed, but just a little. Kylee began to stir and was soon up, she helped Dakota to her feet and with Justine and Kylee’s support she walked across the big house back to the kitchen. She kept losing her balance in the crazy shoes but with two people supporting her she could walk. “Hello girls,” Steve said, sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper. “Have you been good girls today,” he asked. Dakota felt she should answer, but resisted, while Kylee immediately said “Yes Daddy.” Dakota found herself lifted up off her feet and into an adult highchair that wasn’t there when she’d been in the kitchen last night, but it felt much longer. “Hey, umm, what?” Dakota said as the highchair table was locked in place in front of her. The table was snug against her chest and knees preventing her from moving much in the chair. The kitchen table was covered with a platter of Page 109 salmon, asparagus and rice. It looked and smelled delicious. “I have to eat in this?” Dakota asked. “I’m afraid so gumdrop,” Steve said, laying down his paper and beginning to serve out the food. The kitchen table was tall with tall high back chairs, Dakota was about even with everyone in her highchair. She crossed her arms over chest and puffed air out of her mouth. “We’ve got to talk sometime Steve,” she said. “Sure Katie, after supper we’ll have a chat.” Steve said. “My name is…” Dakota saw Justine looking at her disapprovingly and weakly finished, “Dakota” under her breath. “This looks delicious honey,” Steve said, ignoring Dakota and handing Justine a plate. “Thank you dear,” Justine said. Dakota realized there wasn’t a plate set for her then her fears were confirmed when Justine sat an adult sized baby bottle and a jar of green baby food on the highchair table. “Oh no, I want real food,” Dakota said as a bib was draped over her and tied behind her back. “Sorry honey, but you’re too little for big food,” Justine said. Dakota saw that Steve was using a knife to cut Kylee’s fish into small pieces, “What about Kylee, she gets fish.” “Kylee’s not a baby, but one day when you’re bigger you’ll get big kid food too,” Justine said and with that she pushed a spoon into Dakota’s mouth. The green goop in the jar tasted about as good as it looked and Dakota tried to push it out with her tongue getting some on her face. “Now be a good girl and eat for Mommy,” Steve said. “If you eat your peas Mommy will mash up some fish for you,” Justine said. Dakota tried to resist but the food kept coming and she was hungry. Between bites she drank from her bottle which fortunately had a fast flow nipple and a very sweet and thick milk like liquid ice cream. Justine spoon fed her several bikes of fish she had mashed up with her fork. She was an excellent cook and Dakota enjoyed the flavorful fish, even if she’d preferred to be eating herself. As supper wound down Dakota started losing patience. “Alright I get it I’m a baby, you’ve embarrassed me, can we stop now,” Dakota said. “We’re not trying to embarrass you dear,” Justine said. “Well, I’m starting to get pissed off,” Dakota replied. Page 110 “So Mommy tells me she had to give you a spanking today,” Steve said with an edge to his voice that frightened Dakota. She stammered but didn’t answer. “Tell me why she had to spank you,” Steve said. “I don’t know,” Dakota answered. “Does that mean you didn’t learn your lesson?” Steve asked with an edge to his voice that sent a chill down Dakota’s back. “No, she spanked me for using bad words,” Dakota said. “What did you just do?” Steve asked. “I’m sorry, it slipped out, but you have to admit, I’m under a lot of stress, this is really messed up,” Dakota said. “Alright let's go and talk. Thank you for a wonderful supper dear,” Steve said and stood up from the table. He removed the highchair tray and lifted Dakota out of the chair and carried her several steps before standing her on her feet. “Wow, you must workout?” Dakota said. Steve just laughed and supported her walking across the house to his office. Once in the office Dakota looked around, “I remember this place,” she said. “You were here only about 10 hours ago,” Steve answered and placed Dakota in a leather chair. “Something happened… What did you do to me, why can’t I remember?” Dakota yelled. “Please calm down Katie,” Steve said. “Why do you people keep calling me that, my name isn’t Katie.” Dakota yelled. “OK, let's start with this morning. I explained the treatment plan to you, you had doubts but agreed to allow me to hypnotize you,” Steve said as he sat casually on his desk looking down at his patient. “Oh great, this really is an ABDL story, we’re talking about hypnosis now. Where’s the spinning circle,” Dakota said. Steve laughed, “Why can’t you remember what happened then?” “I don’t know,” Dakota said. Page 111 “Do you remember your friend when you were very young, her name was Katie?” Steve asked. “Yeah, she was in my pre-school I think,” Dakota replied. “No she wasn’t actually, she was an imaginary friend you had. She didn’t want to grow up, she wanted to be a baby, so she got you to steal pink Huggies diapers from the church nursery, and she made you wet the bed at night so your Mom would put you back in diapers.” “That’s crazy, how do you know I wet the bed?” “Think back Dakota, can you actually remember seeing Katie? Do you remember talking to her?” Dakota looked at the wall, realizing she couldn’t remember much about Katie. “The only time you ever saw her was in the mirror when you dressed up like a baby wearing your Mothers bonnet and pinning a towel on like a diaper.” Steve said. Dakota felt a tear, he remembered doing that as a little boy, and he remembered seeing himself as a little girl in the mirror. “But.. How do you know I did that.” “That’s because I put Dakota to sleep and allowed Katie to come out, she’s the repressed little who lives inside you. She told me all of that” Steve said. Dakota was silent for a moment before answering, “This is stupid, you’re gaslighting me. I want these stupid boots off, and these stupid mittens off, and I want to go home.” Steve took his phone from the pocket and showed Dakota pictures from yesterday of her disgustingly sick on her bed. “This is why I can’t do that, I don’t trust you not to relapse and attempt suicide again.” “But you can’t keep me here like this, people are going to look for me, I have a job,” Dakota said. “We went over all of that this morning, you're suspended from work, you are fighting with your parents and your girlfriend dumped you.” Steve said. “RIght I’ve got to get my life back on track, I’ve got things to do, I’m a runner you know, I have to stay in shape, I can’t even walk, I can’t do anything like this,” Dakota argued holding the thickly padded mittens in front of her face. Steve got up from the table and kneeled down in front of Dakota and chuckled, “I’m not trying to keep you, I’m trying to cure you. Your treatment will take longer if you fight it, but if you just accept it then you can get your life back, do whatever it is you want to do,” Steve said. “So what, I pretend to be Katie, I act like a brain dead three year old, then I’ll be better and can leave?” Dakota asked.

Thanks for reading! The final two chapters will come next week. ———— The Present(s) 10 - Almost Midnight Jenny pressed the button on the side of the tablet and… and… He dodged it. How had he managed to do that? By focusing on the present moment. That’s how. The entire room was just noise: the ongoing villainous monologue, the slowly fading paralysis, the complete princess makeover, the floor and ceiling, the smell of baby powder, the crinkly diaper, the sun and moon, the no-show meteor. Nothing was as important as that finger on the side of the tablet. So he saw it coming, and he dodged it, just like Kinsey said. The flash of light meant to scramble his brain was now only doing harm to his sensitive skin on the side of his face. The computer screen was no longer a blank soul-sucking white, it was a multi-colored, spinning circus in his periphery. James fought hard to keep his eyes on the ceiling as the flashing colors illuminated everything. The Little Gramcracker now had a new act. He couldn’t let Miss Jenny know that he avoided her brainwashing. James had to play along, just like he did all night. “Alright, James.” For some reason, she had reverted to his real name. “Raise your right arm over your head,” she commanded as coolly as the weather outside. Panic set in. Which arm was his right arm? He had to get it right, there was no tricking her if he stupidly lifted his left instead. James elevated his right arm like it was tied to an invisible balloon. He managed to conjure up a dreamy, out-of-sorts expression on his face to help sell the ruse. There was no way to tell if it was working. At the same time, he made sure that he didn’t put his eyes on that screen. “Now tap yourself on the head four times,” said Jenny. One, two, three, four. The number of the monsters in the small party room. He counted them down, at least four times. The same number of times he patted his hand on top of his head. “Perfect. Now say ‘I’m a dumb Little’.” James doubled down on his silly dreamlike expression, but maybe letting his tongue hang out of his mouth was overkill. “I’m a stoopid Little,” repeated James, adding a slight slurring to his fake brainwashed voice. “Even better,” Jenny laughed. “Now the next part is super important, so I need you to pay attention. You’re going to get a special code word for a very special mission, are you excited?" James smiled and nodded like an idiot. "So when I say our special word, you're going to need to show everyone how much you love messing your diaper. I want to fill that diaper up, and that will make you feel so good. Isn't it good to just let it all out? Think about letting it all out in your diaper." He tried to think of anything but letting it all out in his diaper, which was just as useful as trying not to think of a pink elephant. It was all he could think about, he felt a fullness in him. He hadn't gone potty since showing up, and the need to tinkle was a tiny itch. The need to poop was nowhere to be found, but now that he was thinking about it... "Are you ready to hear our word, James?" The Betweener continued. "This word can only come from me. Not from Kinsey, or Anne-Margot, or Nanny Mamsy, or Rhonda Raucier. Only from me, and from me only. If you understand that, say 'otay'." James wanted to recoil from the baby talk, but said it anyway. "Otay!" "You're so cute, James. Thanks for being so cute, you're going to make me a lot of money." What was he supposed to say? 'You're welcome'? This wasn't in any way shape or form of how he thought the night was going to go, trying to pretend to be brainwashed so he wouldn't actually be brainwashed wasn't on the to-do list when he woke up this morning. Jenny waited a few seconds. "Our special word is... Midnight." Midnight. That was easy enough to remember. It was the word he was most looking forward to hearing since learning about the contract. That's when this all would end: Midnight. If he had a clean diaper by midnight he was free to go. That's why Jenny was putting in this 'fail-safe', in case he didn't have a dirty diaper before the party was over. This Tweener was a lot of things, most of them synonyms of crazy, but she was also clever, wiley, and another synonym for clever. "I'm sorry that I can't say it again, or you'll become a little stinker, and we want you to poop that diaper so everyone can see. A messy baby loves an audience." He could see her go for something out of the corner of his eye, his gaze toward the ceiling was beginning to wear on him, a tiredness that he didn't expect. It's hard to look at something for a very long time when you want to look elsewhere. James wished he didn't crane his neck so hard to steer his face from the colorful screen. "We're almost done, and you're being so good," praised Jenny. "Now, for our last trick, I want you to close your eyes and open your mouth. Come on, it's going to be so much fun." It was almost over. James couldn’t believe he was able to pull this off. He also couldn't wait to tell Kinsey how he dodged the screen and tricked the Tweener; she would actually think he was cool for once, and he imagined how impressed she’d be by this present moment. James closed his eyes and opened up his mouth. She coaxed him, "Wider now, a little bit wider." He did what he was told, the anxiety leaving him as he could see the flashing light from beneath his eyelids. James stuck his tongue out, like he would at a dentist, exposing his entire back molars to Jenny. He could do this! Another mistake. Whatever she put in his mouth tasted like chocolate. Soft and sweet. About the size to fit in his hand, not enough to hurt to swallow, but enough to be a mouthful. James savored the flavor for a moment before realizing what was really happening. This was laxative chocolate, the kind used to help Littles go number 2 — even if they didn't want to go number 2. James didn't want to go number 2, especially while wearing a diaper that he couldn't remove. His eyes shot open just in time to catch the oncoming pacifier in Jenny’s hand. But it was already too late. It was in his mouth. The chocolate, the pacifier. Jenny was already twisting the dial, expanding the rubber bulb, further pushing the chocolate laxative deeper down his gullet. He had full control of his body now, slamming his hands against the forearms of the Tweener. He tried to push the chocolate out of his mouth with his tongue, but it only managed to smoosh up the mushy candy-medicine against the pacifier bulb. The gate to his mouth was closed and nothing was getting out. Jenny was bigger and stronger than him. However, she was no Nanny Mamsy by any means. James managed to push her away, and she stumbled back against the door. “I guess they didn’t offer any acting classes in Gramcracker school,” mocked Jenny as she collected herself. "That was a nice trick, pretending to be under the influence, but you're not going to need my commands to mess that diaper after you digest those chocolates." He didn’t attempt to say anything back, trying desperately to pull the pacifier from his mouth. It was no use. The chocolate was liquifying from his saliva, sneaking in trickle by trickle until the mush in his mouth would later become mush in his diaper. “I’ll send Anne-Margot down in around ten minutes to bring you upstairs,” Jenny said like it was business as usual. “See you at the party, Jamie.” Then she was out the door. James checked to see if it was locked from the outside, he had to. Desperation has a tendency to throw logic out the window. He banged from his side of the door, ignoring its red light. It was locked, he was trapped, it was all over except for the crying. Acceptance vs Actuality. If he just swallowed, it’d be done. No more worrying about the present moment. Every present moment would be chosen for him, like outfits in a closet, his life a script for him, but not by him. But James didn’t swallow. Holding onto the hope that he could hold out, just like Little Amy in the terrible machine. The chocolate slime coated his teeth, he pressed against it as much as possible, gagging on the sensation. There were tears, and lots of them. Make-up paints a picture as it melts, the blue eyeshadow smeared against the pink blush, tiny purple rivulets streaked down his cheeks. They’d have to redo his face, he thought to himself, and he worried that they’d be mad at him. It was all part of the dance, this feeling of getting too close to the fire. He wasn’t just burned; he was charred. When this medicine worked its magic, he was going to be adopted for sure. They’d make him wear diapers and baby clothes, maybe make him perform silly songs, they’d carry him around like a Little accessory. Was it any different from being a Gramcracker? Yes. It was different. Just in ways he couldn’t quite describe. The door to his room opened. That was a quick ten minutes… James turned to see who was there. Boy, was he in for a surprise. It was Mamsy, not Anne-Margot. Nanny rushed into the room, dropped to her knees, and released the pacifier with a quick turn of the bulb. It was out of his mouth and onto the floor, taking with it a string of chocolate spit worthy of the record books. She held out a hand in front of his mouth, the other wrapping around him and tapping a soothing rhythm on his back. “Spit it now, Jamie.” The Little hesitated. Was this a trick or something? “These hands have caught vomit, collected spit up and touched poop more times than I can count,” assured Nanny Mamsy. "I think it can handle a bit of chewed up chocolate." James did as he was told. It was gross, and childish, he felt as helpless as a B-word. "Is that all of it?" Nanny asked as he dry-heaved in front of her. "I don't want to have to take you over my shoulder, make you burp one out." James didn't want that either. So he spat again, this time her satisfaction. He watched her with keen eyes as she located a hand towel in Kinsey's closet, wiping her palms with a tired expression on her face. "Why are you helping me?" James asked. He didn't know why he asked. It was all he could say after the sudden turn of events. Nanny Mamsy grinned a sly grin. "Let's just say I'm old fashioned, I'm used to doing things the right way, and not the quick way." "What's that mean?” James asked as he cocked an eyebrow. “You like using cloth diapers instead of disposables or something?" "I can pin a cloth diaper to a Little - if that's what you want," she answered matter-of-factly. Great. Even more miscommunication with the Nanny, but this time he wasn't on the wrong end of a body slam. James shifted his weight, which made his diaper crinkle. Due to recent events, he had forgotten all about the pink overalls, pink diaper with hearts for a wetness indicator. Nanny continued, "Things typically end up where they're supposed to go, there's no need to rush an inevitability- " "But I thought you were mean!" James held his hands over his mouth when he realized he talked out of turn. "Jamie, sweetie. You have just as much choice over my actions as you do your own. Throw a tantrum and you'll end up over my knee or in a corner. Remain polite and respectful, and I'll return in kind." He thought about things for a brief moment, about the dance or the monsters. Truth and facts can sometimes shift after revelations. Yes, to a Little like himself, Nanny Mamsy was a monster. A giant of a woman with an innate sense of maternal justice, but maybe she had a teeny-weeny soft side worth exploring or giving credit. His diaper would be thankful for her intervention, that was for sure. "Come on now, let's touch you up before we head upstairs, we're going to be opening presents." ----- Once upstairs, the Amazons confronted Jenny in the backstage hallway. Anne-Margot wanted answers while Nanny Mamsy sought revenge, and James hid behind them like a child. He only wished Kinsey was out there with him, she was already in the small party room with Rachelle, which left Jenny all on her lonesome against the two miffed Bigs. Jenny sounded her argument with loud talking and arms crossed. "If you would have heard the potty words coming from his potty mouth, you'd have done the same." No one believed her lies. The Tweener probably wished she had on heels because her attempts to appear taller were falling short. There were a few noticeable changes to the backstage hallway, with its bright lights and white floors. The long train of mobile changing tables was missing a few cars, and the scent in the air wasn't just of baby powder. It stank of recent dirty diapers, the ghostly presence made him crinkle his nose, and he wondered about the stories that accompanied the smell. The Amazons didn't seem to worry about the smell, or the missing changing tables, or the fact it was getting closer to midnight. Anne-Margot had another question, but she had a strange way of asking it. The Amazon still had tinsel in her hair, but no drink in her hand, someone smarter must have cut her off for the evening. She was still sort of wobbly, moving about the hall casually flapping her hands about, as if she was looking for something in particular. Jenny slowed her excuses as she watched Anne-Margot dig into a nearby changing table, one that did not have the name 'The Rauciers' stenciled on the side. "Anne-Margot, what are you doing?" Jenny asked. Anne-Margot turned to the group brandishing a group of disposable diapers fanned out like a hand of playing cards. The Amazon asked, “Do you guys have any diapers that can fit a Tweener?” Jenny squeaked as she stepped away, folding her hands across her shirt to keep her clothes on her body. This was not supposed to happen; in her five years here, this was the first time that the clients had taken a ‘liking’ to her. Time to redirect. “I’m sorry but tonight is about the Littles, maybe we could accommodate you for next years party?” “That’s funny,” Anne-Margot corrected, “I thought tonight was about what ‘we’ wanted.” “You’re absolutely right, ma’am.” Jenny placated with a short bow. “I apologize.” “No, if you touch that Little one more time — you will be sorry.” As the three made their way into the small party room, James made sure to high step right on by Miss Jenny as her night continued to further crumble. The Amazons were pretty pissed about what had happened to him, and he didn’t even mention the brainwashing ‘Project Midnight’. James kept that info as extra ammunition for a later present moment; because ‘the dance’, as Jenny called it, was all about timing. ———— The dark small party room was just as dark as he remembered. Anne-Margot busied herself by setting up the special surprise reveal while her sister sat upright on her throne, a blindfold keeping a giddy Rhonda out of the loop. They had moved the chairs closer to the fire, the decorated tree, and the dozens of presents. Someone had turned on some holiday music, jazzy stuff that spiked the energy of the entire room. Jenny still hustled about trying to help, she was on camera duty. Still clutching onto anything that made her a seller and not the product, but she gave the Raucier gang a wide berth and for good reason. This time around, James was feeling pretty good about things. He had somehow managed to dodge a reprogramming and a laxative chocolate ambush in a period of ten minutes. He also knew everything he needed to know about Jenny. For the first time tonight, he felt like he was in control over his destiny; but sadly not his wardrobe, pink unicorn coveralls and matching bulky diaper were far from ideal party clothes. The clock read 11:03. Less than an hour until paycheck time. He was totally going to pee the longest lasting pee of his life when this was all said and done. And in a toilet, not a diaper! A thought that uplifted him like the jazz music. Yes, James felt like he was the only Little on top of the world. Up until he saw Kinsey. His Little partner hid in a dark corner away from everyone. He could tell something was wrong, like dreadfully wrong. She was in overalls like him, but the ones the Bigs made her wear were blue in color, and instead of a unicorn with fluffy clouds and rainbows, Kinsey had a trio of dinosaurs on the front. The coveralls weren't as important as her ‘other’ changes. Her face was hidden in her hands, she was meek and quiet, and she did something different with her hair. He had expected her to rag on him after seeing him dressed as a girl. James toddled over to see what was the matter, the diaper and overalls made him wibble-wobble from side to side. Then he noticed what was so different. “Hey, Kins-ing-ton. Did you cut your hair?” The model turned around just as he got close enough to get a good look at her; slowly removing her hands, revealing her boyish face sans make up. Kinsey looked like him. It was eerie, a living mirror in the flesh, an uncanny resemblance of him that wasn’t him. A Kinsey clone. Or a James clone. Which would make him the Kinsey clone. “Oh, waffles!” muttered James. There was no answer from Kinsey, she had a dead behind the eyes look like she’d just suffered some sort of damage or trauma. Powerful things that James wasn’t built to diagnose, or fix in any way, but he gave her a hug anyways. A hug she barely returned, as her arms hung limp at her sides. James pulled back, looked her straight in the eyes. Her breath smelled like chocolate. “Kinsey, Kinsey!” James said as he tried to shake some life into his friend. “Please tell me that you didn’t eat the chocolate.” Kinsey mumbled, “I didn’t eat the chocolate… ” Oh, come on. This wasn’t fair, she had all the signs of a recent mind-scrub, what kind of awful things did Jenny do to his friend? What was he supposed to do now? James thought about his ‘ammunition’ and ‘timing’. If she was this far gone she wouldn’t be able to protect herself, but maybe those Amazons would be able to do something. That's when James realized that he was thinking of the monsters as protection from the monsters. A weird thought. “Kinsey, you have got to wake up. I don’t know if I can do this without you, I don’t want to be alone.” He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into the slightly taller girl’s shoulder. “Just please wake up,” James repeatedly pleaded. He felt her stir to life, slightly repositioning herself within his embrace. Or maybe he just wished it were so. “Gram-gram, if you keep this up you're going to wreck your eyeshadow," mocked Kinsey. All James managed to blurt was "Wha-?" He quickly relinquished his hug to find good old Kinsey in front of him. Yeah, she may have looked like him with the new haircut, but she had a unique way of cocking one hip to the side as if she owned the place. James moved in for a second hug, for which he was rebuffed. This was getting too mushy for the Little model. It was time to start their age old battle of Little insults. "I love what you did with your.. everything." Kinsey motioned from his head to toe. "It's cute, very girly. Maybe if you’re good we can go out and buy you some dolls. Is that supposed to be me?” “I don’t know, Kins-ing-ton.” James reared back to look for the right approach. “If you wanted to be me, you should’ve asked. Because I’m already sick of being you.” “Touché, that cuts deep. Especially coming from the Little sister that I never wanted.” James countered, “Well, your hair sucks!” Which was a bad insult because her new hair was like his old hair. “I know,” Kinsey commented as she pretended to be James. “It’s almost as if I’m begging to be treated like a Little girl while pretending to be a Little boy. Thank goodness I still have my pretty singing voice, which means my *whistle* *whistle* still haven’t dropped.” The lewd motion she made while pointing between her legs was only the poignant cherry on the humility sundae. "Kinsey!" James spat, unable to fire back while she laughed at him. "What was wrong with you? You were totally out of it." "I was just thinking about something, no biggie. You're so worried about me, what about you? Did you eat any candy or drink any milk like a total newbie?" James shook his head. "No. Did you?" "Of course not." Kinsey had a way of laughing things off. But James didn't believe her. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, what's wrong? You’re looking at me all weird and concerned-like. Feel free to stop." "What about Jenny's tablet?" James moved onto his next worry. "Did she get you with that?" Kinsey scratched her head, then ran a hand down the length of where her hair used to be, but her fingers just dangled in the air until she quickly brought them to her chest. "No, no. I dodged it again. I mean, she didn't even have it with her. Or something." "Which was it? Did you dodge it or did she not have it with her?" "Calm down, James. I don't remember. No big deal." Kinsey let out a nervous giggle as her eyes darted towards Jenny and away from their private corner before changing the subject. "I guess they thought this haircut would make me look like you. Do I really look like that? Are we supposed to act like each other? Like twins?” "I think that's what they have in mind," James answered. "I think we're pawns in their Little games." "We always have been, Gram-gram." The word ‘dance’ flashed through his mind, especially the way Jenny said it with such malice. The two partners addressed the last act as a duo, an inseparable pair held together by a pinky promise. Still, James had his doubts about Kinsey’s story, it raised his hackles. Kinsey wouldn't lie to him, would she? It didn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter. It was almost midnight. They were almost done. -------

I would love if my wife started checking me. The nurses asked when in the hospital but didn't physically check until I told them I was wet.

I really like this question because it's not something we talk about a lot because most people want to talk about why they want to be a baby and what they enjoy about it. For me, it's the lack of real mental engagement. It's really fun to turn my brain off and play with baby toys and watch Disney Junior shows for a few hours, but then I always hit a wall where it's like "okay, my brain really needs something stimulating now". It's hard to sustain being in little space for that reason.

Chapter 14 “I am not tired,” Danny said, still not ready to admit defeat. “Let’s make a deal then,” Mama Angela tried. “I will set an alarm once you are in the bed for 15 minutes and if you are still awake, I will let you stay up until you tell me you want to go to bed.” She knew that between how tired he actually was and the effects of amazon breastmilk on littles Danny would not even make it 5 minutes. Breastmilk is almost guaranteed to put a tired little to sleep and it is the most effective the first few times. “Fine,” Danny said, clearly not happy but knowing he was not going to get a better deal. He was tired and thought it was 50-50 if he could make it the 15 minutes if he were not doing something. “Okay, grumpy pants there are a few more things we have to do before I put you in your crib,” Mama Angela stated. “Let’s go find Mommy Ashley so she can help you get ready for bed.” “She is upstairs,” Danny noted. “Yes, she is,” Mama Angela replied. “Just need to grab a nighttime bottle before we go upstairs.” “I do not need a bottle,” Danny protested. “You’re right you do not need a bottle, but you are getting one. “How do I know you did not put sleeping pills in one of the bottles?” Danny asked. Because I would not need to, the breastmilk is going to do that job for me, Mama Angela thought. “I did not put anything in any of the bottles but if you do not believe me there are four bottles in the refrigerator. You can choose which one, I certainly wouldn’t have put sleeping pills in all 4 because one of those will be with breakfast tomorrow.” She then picked him up and took him into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator letting him see the bottles. “Which one do you want Danny?” “Second from the left I guess,” Danny chose knowing she would not have done this if it really mattered. Either all of them were spiked or none of them were. Mama Angela grabbed his chosen bottle and brought him upstairs and went into the office. Ashley was in there on her laptop looking at medical charts and test results. Angela noticed Danny’s name at the top. “Honey can whatever you are doing right now wait?” Mama Angela said. She did not know what Ashley was doing but realized it could be really important. “Yes,” Ashley replied while closing the laptop. “What is going on?” “We have a little boy that needs to go beddy bye.” Ashley stood up, “Good night, Danny,” she stated in her normally tone. “Come on honey, there are a few things we have to do before he goes to bed,” and with that Mama Angela carried Danny into the nursery expecting her wife to follow. Ashley sighed and followed the two. “Can you get the mittens out of the drawer,” Mama Angela asked. “I am going to get him changed into his nighttime diaper. Danny keep antlers up away from your diaper area.” With that she went to work changing his damp diaper, quickly wiping him before putting baby powder on and finally the thickest diaper that Danny had ever seen. He doubted he could even stand with the thing on. While she was doing the tapes, Danny yawned again. “Mr. I am not tired, are you going to fall asleep on the changing table?” “No,” Danny protested. “Good now let’s get you off it before your body makes you a liar,” Ashley brought the mittens over and put them on his hands before securing them. Danny realized they were now locked onto his hands. What the fuck, Danny thought. He did not say that though but he whined, “Do I really have to wear these?” “Yes, you do,” Mama Angela responded in a voice that is used to explain something to a toddler who will not understand. “They are to make sure you do not play with the stitches in the back of your head.” “I won’t,” Danny replied. “Don’t you trust me?” Angela wanted to give in, but she knew not to, instead she just gave him a kiss on the forehead, “Yes I know you would not mess with them on purpose but sometimes when someone is sleepy or just wake up, they forget things. These mittens are the insurance policy in case that happens. They will be staying on no if ands or buts about it.” Ashley was impressed. In her mind, her wife had become a total pushover for Danny. To see her not give in to his line about trust meant that clearly Angela’s little fever was not as bad as Ashley thought. Danny thought, well it was worth the try. He had not expected it to work but he figured that it would not hurt to ask. Maybe if it does not work this time if he pushes it enough, he will get his way. You have to throw the jab to set up the knockout blow. Mama Angela was the first to speak, “Danny it is time for your baba,” she announced. She looked around for a chair but there was not one. She made a note to get a rocking chair for this room. She hoped that she could take Danny shopping for a few things but knew she should wait for him to accept his new life more before taking him out. “After your bottle you will go in your crib, and I will start the timer.” “Do I have to sleep in the crib?” Danny asked. He thought that anywhere would be better than that babyish prison. “Maybe you could sleep in our bed,” Mama Angela suggested. “No, he needs to learn that he sleeps in his crib,” Ashley replied. “Plus, with his leg, I do not want the possibility of anyone rolling on top of it.” Ashley did not want Danny in their bed at all. Ashley liked the peace and quiet of the morning and did not want to wake up to Danny crying in their bed every morning. She was going to use every excuse in the book to prevent that. “Mommy Ashley is right it is best you sleep here for now,” Mama Angela said. A little disappointed as she would love to be cuddling Danny all night long but realizing it was probably safest for him to be in the crib. Mama Angela put the bottle in his mouth and watched as he began to suckle. She saw Danny start to fade so she kissed his head. Then positioned antlers against his right arm before tightly swaddling him and antlers together and laying them in his crib. “Good night, Danny” she said and when she thought he was asleep she added, “I know you do not believe it yet, but I love you!” But unknown to her that was the last thing Danny heard before he fell asleep. Angela just stood over the crib watching this poor little boy sleeping peacefully. She removed the empty bottle and then put a pacifier in his mouth. She slowly walked out of the room. To Angela, Danny seemed like such a sad little boy who not only had physical injuries but probably mental and emotional injuries. The only time he seemed at peace to her was in his sleep. Her goal was to have happy and healthy, but she knew it will take time and a lot of work from her and Ashley. That was her second issue right now. Ashley and Danny did very little bonding today. Part of that she blamed on herself as she wanted to be with Danny as much as possible but even the bath which she had Ashley do, neither of them showed any emotion towards each other. She knew that those two needed to bond. The only question in her mind was how to help that along. When Angela left the room Ashley was outside waiting for her. “What were you looking at on the computer earlier,” Angela asked. She was nervous about Ashley being on the computer looking at his medical profile. “The pediatric ward ran several tests on him while he was there,” Ashley replied. “Just making sure there was not anything to be concerned about.” “There was not anything right?” Angela said. She could not stand the idea of bonding with this little only for him to have a long hospital stay or worse. “Nothing life threatening or major. It looks like he had broken several bones before, and he had some surgeries for muscle and ligament tears in his past. He had defiantly been hard on his body.” “The first thing he asked if I would put on TV was sports, would what you saw be consistent with athletic injuries?” Angela asked. “That would make the most sense,” Ashley responded. “But I could not tell you which sport.” “Well, we will have to enroll him in some of the little sports leagues around here and see what he likes. I just hope he isn’t too competitive.” “If these injuries in his past are anything to go by then he probably is,” Ashley said. “Then we will need to break him of that,” Angela stated. “Little sports are supposed to be about getting them some exercise and letting them have fun not winning and losing.” Ashley nodded knowing that breaking any habits in Danny was going to be a lot of work. “I need to call my mother back,” Angela said. “Do you want to talk with her a little bit?” “Sure,” Ashley responded. She also enjoyed the company of Angela’s family, minus the annoyance of the littles interrupting which would not be an issue here. They went down to the couch where Angela called her mother back. When Angela’s mother got on the call, she said, “Hello Angela, Hello Ashley.” “Hello mom,” Angela replied. “Hello Mrs. Lovett,” Ashley said. “Did Danny give you two a lot of problems going to bed,” Mrs. Lovett asked. “Not really,” Angela stated. “He put up a few protests but never any real resistance, he was just too tired for that.” “Good, I am guessing he thought he was doing a great job hiding how tired he was and you two just played along?” “Yep,” Angela replied. “All littles think they can hide things but sooner or later bigs figure everything out.” “How is he adjusting?” “He is definitely going to need a lot of help. I am hoping Maddie will work with him a little. I think being attacked and waking up in this dimension has been hard on him.” “That’s understandable,” her mother stated. “Most rescued portal little spend time at the orphanage where they work with them to try and help them adjust. Danny did not get that, so he is going to need more help. Maddie will work with Danny just like she worked with Heather and Freddy when they arrived. “I know mom,” Angela replied. She remembered some of the horror stories Maddie told working as a on call psychiatrist for a few of the local orphanages. You had a lot of littles who had not adapted to their new situations mixed with overworked amazons who punished them harshly to get them to behave enough that they are ruled ready for adoption. This process is supposed to benefit the new parents and the little, but it usually is not beneficial to anyone. Angela preferred the idea of working with Danny from scratch even if it would make the first several weeks much harder. “What was his major meltdown about?” Her mother asked. “He pooped while I was feeding him and he lost it that he would be expected to wait,” Angela replied. “If I had known how badly he would have reacted then I would have just changed him then.” “It probably was not as much about not getting changed as it was about his mental state about him being back in diapers.” “True but I still feel bad about causing such a preventable meltdown,” Angela said. “It is not your fault Angie,” Mrs. Lovett stated. “You also have been giving him a lot of leeway tonight it sounds like.” “I would prefer not to punish him harshly on his first day with his new family.” “I understand that,” her mother said. “Just keep in mind part of being a good parent is enforcing the rules so they can learn how to behave properly. If you let everything go at first it can get confusing to the little why something was okay when they first got here and when they do it again, they end up with a red bottom.” “I understand,” Angela said. “I am giving a lot of verbal warnings which with a little you have to do anyways. They are not the best at remembering the rules.” “Don’t I know it,” her mother replied. “You are going to say no running in the house or inside voice several times a day every day.” “I am looking forward to when Danny gets so wrapped up in play that I need to do that,” Angela said. “So, Ashley,” Mrs. Lovett said, “You have been pretty quiet. Is this your first time really taking care of a little outside of a hospital setting?” “Yes Ma’am,” Ashley responded. “What was your favorite part of the day?” “Um,” Ashley thought. “Probably when I found out he woke up with no signs of brain damage. When he first was brought in, we did not know if we could have saved him so seeing him in such good shape was a miracle. Even as of this morning we did not know if he would be healthy enough to go home today or if he would have more underlying problems.” She did not really have a favorite part of the day. She still wished some other arrangements could have been made for Danny. “That makes sense,” her mother-in-law said. “Now I suggest we all go to bed. If Danny is anything like all the other portal littles in this family, the first night will be a rough one.” “Good idea,” Ashley responded, “Talk to you soon.” “Have a good night mom,” Angela stated. “Love you!” “Love you too,” her mom said before hanging up. After that both women finished getting ready for bed. Angela checked on Danny one more time and found him still swaddled sound asleep in his crib. The two of them got into bed. “Thank you,” Angela said, “I know adopting a little scared you, but we did the right thing.” “Oh, um you’re welcome,” Ashley said completely caught off guard. “We will all be one big happy family before too long,” Angela said. “I don’t really want to go to sleep because I am already living my dream.” “You need the sleep, we both do,” Ashley stated. She kissed Angela then rolled over to sleep. Angela soon fell asleep as well, praying that today was not just a dream and everything will still be there when she woke up.

I appreciate you being open to learn and asking questions with a genuinely inquisitive mind ? Being genderfluid I wont claim to speak for trans folks but I'm happy to share what they've shared with me ?

I had thought it'd make a lot of sense to just drop the transgender part and just refer to yourself as whatever gender you identify as. I really appreciate you taking the time to educate me on this topic, which I'm not super well versed in.

It really depends on the person honestly. Some people who are transgender value adding the word transgender to their identity, e.g. transgender man or transgender woman. For those individuals the word represents an important part if their identity. For other people however the word transgender is a continuous reminder that they received the wrong sex at birth and for those people they often drop the word transgender and just specify their gender, e g. Man or woman. Those individuals may not choose to identify as gender diverse which is their right. Being gender diverse is more about how one sees their gender identity than just labels lining up resulting in someone automatically being assigned a label that may actually serve as a constant traumatic reminder of something they have no control over.

Sorry things got really crazy in my life and did not have a lot of free time. Hoping to get back on a regular schedule. Chapter 13 A retirement age woman was on the screen in front of Danny and Angela. She looked a lot like her daughter, but her hair had clearly started going gray despite that it had been dyed. She was wearing a nice blouse from what could be seen on the screen. She had a huge grin on her face when she saw the two of them sitting there. “Hello Mom,” Angela added. “Hello Angela, and that must be little Danny. It is a pleasure to meet you,” the woman said. “Hi,” Danny said taking Angela’s advice and hiding behind antlers. “Hello Danny, I am your adopted grandmother please feel free to call me granny, grandma, nana or anything like that,” the older woman said. Danny just hides behind his stuffed animal. These giants were not his family and he hated pretending they were. The stuffed animal prevented anyone from seeing his emotions. “Oh, such a shy little thing and such a cutie too,” his new Grandmother exclaimed. “But it is really late for a little to be up.” “He slept most of the day mom and he told me he is not tired,” Angela responded. She winked at her mother to let her know to play along. Danny thought about the benefits of not being able to see the amazons, but it also worked to their advantage. “If you say so,” her mother responded. She understood that each little was different and the judgement of her daughter of what was best for him. “Where is Ashley?” “I believe she is upstairs probably getting ready for bed herself,” Angela replied. “It has been a long day for all of us.” “I can only imagine, it had to be an emotional rollercoaster. Luckily you are all safe and sound.” “Definitely, so how was your day?” Angela asked. “It was fine Willow and Freddy exhausted me but enjoyed every minute with them. They cannot wait to meet Danny.” Danny finally decided to speak up. “Who are Willow and Freddy?” “You have not told him about his cousins,” his grandmother stated. “Have not really had the time today,” Angela replied. “They are two of your cousins Danny,” his grandmother explained. “You have five cousins who are all littles like you. They all are excited to meet and play with their new cousin.” Danny did not know how to process the information. On one hand it could be perfect if they were willing to help him escape. But, if escape was possible, why are those five still here? He needed more information but that is information he will only learn when he met them. “Good news is Danny will be able to walk by the time he meets them all,” Angela added. “His leg won’t be completely healed but he will be able to move around and play with them.” “I am glad to hear that,” her mother said, “we will make sure to set up activities all six of them can do together. How has he behaved today?” “One major meltdown and a couple small ones but overall, he has been pretty good for a new little,” Angela replied. “Oh, he is going to have a few meltdowns early on. Do not let them get to you, I remember your sister’s call after Heather’s first meltdown. Heather hated being put into a playpen with her sister to play while they made dinner. She was yelling for them to let her out and let her go. When they ignored her, she started swearing at them and calling them psychopaths. Willow tried to calm her down, but Heather just called her brainwashed. They removed Willow from the playpen but that only angered her more and she started throwing every toy in there at the three of them. Vivian didn’t realize how much different there is between a native little who reluctantly agreed to be adopted and a portal little who is here because she was going to die in her dimension.” That story helped Angela a lot. Danny’s big tantrum was just part of the process she realized. The saying you hate your new life is part of the grieving process for portal littles. She did not want to ask too much more about what to expect in front of Danny, however. She could talk to Vivian on Sunday. She knew Heather had been such a handful when she first arrived 4 years ago but never knew how bad it was. She hoped Danny would never hurt anyone, especially family or other littles. Danny had a different takeaway however, that Willow probably was not going to help him escape. He could not believe that any person would willingly go back into babyhood. Just another way this dimension was messed up in his mind. Heather seemed to be a better bet to help him, but he did not know how long ago that was, had she accepted that she was stuck here? Is escaping even possible? He had a feeling he would be finding out more in the next few days. “I can deal with his breakdowns,” Angela replied. “They are just his emotions getting the best of him and it is more like a cry for help. Just need to help him learn better ways to express them.” Well at least she does not seem to be holding his breakdown against him, Danny thought. He knew his breakdown was not a temper tantrum and was not a cry for help. It was showing he would not accept their dimension and becoming a baby for these crazy amazons. “That is exactly right,” the grandmother stated, “so how are ...” My body betrays me, again, Danny thought as let out a huge yawn. He instantly blushed knowing that they were not going to ignore that. “Oh, he is so adorable but that was an awfully big yawn for somebody who is not tired,” Grandma stated. “I am not tired,” Danny protested. “There are other reasons why a person might yawn.” “That’s true,” Mama Angela noted. “But this late at night the most likely answer is that a certain little boy needs to go to bed. Say nighty-night Danny, it is time to go beddy-bye.” “I’m not tired,” Danny repeated. “Somebody’s getting cranky,” the grandmother noted. “He probably should have been in bed much earlier.” “No, I did not,” Danny replied. “I am an adult I knew when I need to go to bed.” “Mom I will give you a call back in about a half hour,” Mama Angela said. “I have a cranky little boy who needs to be tucked in,” “I do not need to go to bed,” Danny stated. “Why does nobody listen to me?” “We are listening to you Danny,” the grandmother stated. “We are also considering all the trauma your body has been through and your pride meaning you will not admit how tired your body is. We are making the decision that we think is best for you. So good night, Danny, sweet dreams.” “Please just say good night to Granny then we will figure out what we are doing next,” Mama Angela pleaded. “Good night,” Danny said deciding it is best to get off this call and make it a one-on-one situation instead of dealing with both of them. “Sorry if I got him worked up Angela, talk to you later,” Grandma stated. “It is not you I remember from both Vivian and Maddie said that the first bedtime is always a fight,” Mama responded. “Talk to you a little bit latter mom." With that Mama Angela ended the call. “Alright Danny bedtime!”

I'm trying to get Mummy to start checking the state of my nappy, although if I succeed It will probably just be a verbal check. I'm hopeful we'll get there eventually.

.....and here I thought there was money involved!!!! ? ... Hoping someone would write me a diaper check...... *sigh*..

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DIAPERS Wet: I enjoy the feeling of a soaked dipey Messy:Honestly never messed but wouldn't be opposed. You check them or he tells you: He/She might ask but naturally as a brat I most likely wouldn't tell the truth so it's probably best to end up just checking. The diaper checking ritual is a turn on for me. Asking in public places, CHECKING in public places would feed into the hulmiliation side of my abdl makeup. Change after an accident or stay wet: I'm happy whenever I get changed Who decides when he/she is diapered: YOU Going out in diapers: Absolutetly POTTY TRAINING Any interest: Dunno how this would work with "diaper training?" but I think it would be fun especially if I was made to do my business in a little kiddie potty because mommy or daddy won't let me use the toilet. Underwear, training paints, or diapers? I like Pullups because they're the closest to baby diapers I can fit into. I've never tried any of the "designer diapers." I have been waiting to expirence my first time whenever I find a mommy Success / Failure: It would be fun if it was challenging (if thats possible) Punishments: Yes...ones that fit the crime. Some examples might be corner time, soap in mouth, early bedtime, baby food as punishment? Crawling? Spankings, writing words, lose privilidges Omorashi: Not really BABY ITEMS: Bottle: Whatever mommy feels appropriate but I'd be up for just about anything (even if she slipped a diuretic or laxative) I love juice and bottle feeding especially when mommy holds the baba Pacificer: Yes Ratte: Sure? Baby Food: You would need to help get me adjusted but I'd be willing to try PJ's: Umm of course! I love footie pjs. Did you know A & F sells a onsie?!? Other: Can't remember the last time I wore overalls but I'd be willing to wear whatever mommy felt appropriate. You know, depending on where we're going... Sippy Cup: always Plush Toys: Other Toys: Blocks, hot wheels, legos, videogames like gameboy, SNES brings back so many childhood memories COMMUNICATIONS Limited to baby talk: I could see this being tricky at first but if we were both commited I could see it working Limited to simple words / grammer: as mommy saw fit Limited Decision Making: Mommy is in charge. I honestly feel like I would benefit from someone making these decisions. Praise / Admonishment: Baby talk (good boy) praise and scold as you would Baby talk by you: How to initiate and end role playing? Safe word might be helpful PUNISHMENTS: I think I covered this earlier but I'll fill it out completely Desired at all: Yes, the punishment / hulmiliation is part of the fun Time Outs: Spanking: Yes Scolding: Yup Forced Diapering: Limited diaper changes: begging for a change ACTIVITIES: Tucking in for bed: please Naps: as you would see fit Reading a story: can we make it a routine? Playing together: of courseeeeeee Feeding: Finger foods / you feeding maybe introduce a blindfold or involve mittens or handcuffs to limit my hand use Watching kids TV / Movies: Bathing: only if there's bubbles involved Tickling: yes yes yes Breastfeeding: One of my absolute favorites. Biggest fantasy is actually induced lacation I'm not even sure if that's possible haha one can dream... Doing adult things while diapered or dressed like a baby: This is a good one...I think this is really up to mommys discretion. Depending on the actiivity / company present she may "change the rules." Girly Diapers: I have a very secret and submissive sissy side so absolutely yes...I actually prefer the girls pullups because I think they're bigger I would enjoy help getting me dressed: I am getting turned on thinking about it. I am imagining the connection and bond that's formed to allow such an intimate moment to take place. Wear babyish clothing: Yes please when appropriate of course Clothes are an important part of the regression: I've never expirenced much on the side of kids clothing other than onsies but I would imagine dressing "down" would certainly enchance the expirence. One of my secret desires and favorite story plotlines is "sissyifiction" where mommy would regress me to girly clothes. Part of the desire stems from the increased innocence at least I feel when I use girly items while regressing. This also ties into the hulmiliation factor. I've never done an activity like that it really made me think I'd encourage others to do the same. Another catagory I might have is: FREQUENCY: Daily: At least once a week: Twice a month: 24/7 (fulltime): 24/7 (fulltime-nobreaks): Personally I could do 24/7 but it would all depend on however my mommy felt. I guess I have very open boundaries regarding my limits. It doesn't mean anything is an end all "must" except maybe the diapers (when appropriate). For me the ABDL regressioin is primary about the expirence, bond & connection, comfort factors. Curious to hear what you all think <> (apologize for the spelling errors)