Leaderboard

Chapter 1 Alex walked along the path with the other day campers. It was supposed to be a week filled with fun. But it was only the second day and he wasn’t feeling well. He could feel his bowels churning and he knew he needed the bathroom. He thought he might be able to hold until he got home later that afternoon. He had developed an aversion to going number two in public bathrooms. He was petrified of others judging him for something that literally every human being does. Alex was determined to tough it out and avoid the anxiety. Throughout the morning, his stomach felt like a rollercoaster. He tried to act like nothing was wrong in front of the other campers, but his guts felt howling. The walked along the path through the trees until they reached an area where an archery range had been set up. Archery had been one of the activities that had excited him the most. It was just his luck. The activity he wanted to do most landed on the day he didn’t feel well. He tried to suck it up and block his intestinal anguish from his mind. It was now his turn. A fellow camper handed him the bow. A pile of arrows lay on the ground next to his feet. He bent down to pick one up and that’s when it happened. Alex lost all control and could not prevent the mess from filling his pants. His mind was screaming, but he tried to remain calm and act as if nothing had happened. He grabbed an arrow and straightened up. Maybe no one would notice, but everyone noticed. Before he could nock the arrow, his camp leader approached him. Now he noticed the other kids were pointing and snickering. “He just shit his pants like a baby!” Alex was mortified and the tears started to flow. “Let’s get you back and try to get you cleaned up,” the camp leader said taking him by the hand. “Make sure to put the baby back in diapers!” The other boys were relentless, and all Alex could do was cry and be led away like a messy toddler. The camp leader was a teenage girl which of course only added to his embarrassment. He was going to be ten years old that summer and now he felt like his life was over. He would never live this down. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him up. He couldn’t control his sobbing. The jeers and the laughter faded as a new voice started to echo in his ears. “It’s ok. You are alright, everything is ok. Wake up!” Alex bolted awake. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks. His new bride was trying to console him, “It was just a bad dream sweetheart. It’s all over now.” Still a bit, disoriented he tried to calm himself down. Anytime he thought about that day when he was kid, that embarrassment and mortification welled up within him. It had been nearly twenty years since it happened and he had never told anyone about it. But it still haunted him. His wife of all of two weeks was being so kind and sweet. She was stroking his hair, trying to comfort him, when she noticed the smell. “Oh Alex, sweetheart, I think you had an accident. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Alex had been so lost in the memory of his nightmare that he didn’t notice the state of his pajama bottoms. He felt the warmth around his crotch, but then he noticed the mess in his underwear. “Can you stand up for me sweetheart?” The panic and embarrassment he felt all those years ago welled with in him once again. He stood sobbing, unable to move while she stripped the bed. “Looks like we caught it before it seeped into the mattress. It’s ok Alex. Accidents happen.” Emily had never seen him this upset before and her heart ached to see him so emotional. She grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He was paralyzed by the intensity of his emotions and it was clear he needed her help. She helped him out of his t-shirt and wet pajama pants, leaving him in his messy and sodden white briefs. He closed his eyes and remembered standing in the bathroom stall trying to clean himself up as his camp leader scrounged for clothing. All she had found a was an oversized t-shirt that fit him like a dress. His soiled clothes were placed in a trash bag. He felt the icy stares of all his fellow campers as he walked to the car with his parents who had came to take him home early. “Ok, lets get these messy undies off.” Emily gingerly pulled his underwear down, hoping to keep his mess contained. As she slid them down to his ankles, he carefully stepped out of them without making a big mess. “Good boy. Let’s just throw these away. We can always get more.” Did she just say ‘good boy’ like he was a big dumb baby? But then he remembered that his bride literally helped him out of his shit filled underwear. He looked at her and her face expressed nothing but love and concern for him. “God, Emily I’m so sorry. This has never, ever happened to me. I swear. Please believe me. Jesus, I’m so embarrassed. I bet you didn’t imagine having to do this when we took our vows.” “Alex. It’s not the end of the world. I don’t love you any less. Like I said accidents happen. Now, can you manage cleaning yourself up in the shower while I go put new sheets on the bed?” Alex nodded and stepped into the shower. The warm water helped him to start to regain his composure. After cleaning himself up, he hopped out and grabbed the towel Emily had left on the bathroom counter. Wrapping it around his waist, he walked back to the bedroom where his beautiful bride sat waiting for him on the bed. She had laid out new pajamas for him. After getting dressed, he was ready to climb back into bed. As he pulled back the covers, he noticed that a large towel had been draped across his side of the bed. “Before you get upset, this is just for precaution. Ok?” Alex sighed. “I understand.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.” She gave him a quizzical look, “For what?” “For taking care of me. I feel really embarrassed and you were very sweet. So I want you to know how much I appreciate it.” “Oh sweetheart. Anything to help my sweet, handsome man. I love you.” And with that she turned off the lights as the couple attempted to drift back to sleep. Chapter 2 Alex woke up with a start. The sun peered through the windows. He frantically reached for his phone to check the time. Shit! It was after ten. He jumped out of bed and started to get himself ready to head into the office when Emily came in. “Fuck, I’m late. I overslept.” Alex was frantically looking through his dresser drawer for matching socks when Emily put her arms around him. “I took the liberty of calling your boss this morning and told him you were sick and he told me to take good care of you today and that he would see you tomorrow.” Alex took a deep breath and managed a smile, “God, I knew there was a reason I married you.” She returned the smile and kissed him on the lips. “Why don’t you get yourself dressed and we can head out for an early lunch. Sound good?” After getting himself ready, the couple headed to their favorite café. They sat out on the patio and soaked in the day’s warm sunshine. Alex was so glad she had called out for him. He needed a day to relax. Although they had just gotten married, they had yet to take their honeymoon. Between wedding planning and his demanding job, the last few months had been exhausting. So this unexpected respite was sorely needed. He was starting to relax and then the memory of the previous evening crept back in. He could feel his chest tighten and as that anxiety grew. He prayed that Emily would say nothing of it. “Alex, can we talk for a moment?” God damnit. He knew what the tone of her voice meant. “It’s about last night, isn’t it? Can we just forget it? It was a freak thing and I promise it will never happen again.” “Alex, I think we need to talk about it. Open communication is important for our marriage. We have to be able to talk.” She reached across the table and took his hands in hers. “Look at me. I know you are embarrassed, but you don’t have to be. I’m not mad or upset. I just want to know what’s going on. Ok?” “Fine.” “Do you remember what you were dreaming about last night that got you so upset? You were crying pretty hard in your sleep.” Alex took a deep breath trying to muster the courage to recount the incident he had as a child. He had never talked about it with anyone, but he felt now that he had no choice. “Ya. I had a nightmare about something that happened when I was a kid.” “What happened?” “When I was 9 years old, I pooped my pants while I was at summer camp.” Emily couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her mouth. “Go ahead. Laugh it up, but it really messed with me.” “I’m sorry. That was really inconsiderate for me to laugh at you. I just thought it was going to be something, a bit more, you know…dramatic.” “Easy for you to say. I can still hear those kids laughing and taunting me, telling me that I was just a baby who needed his diapers. I have never felt anything so embarrassing in my life.” Her smirk faded to that of sympathy as he spoke. “I can only imagine how that could be really traumatizing at that age. I’m so sorry that happened, but can I ask you another question?” Alex ran his hands through his hair and exhaled, “Well why not? You now know something I’ve never told anyone.” “And I really appreciate you being open with me about it. But I wanted to ask if you have ever had nighttime accidents before.” Alex rolled his head back in exasperation. “Come on, really. This was just a one time thing. I swear it won’t happen again.” “Alex!” Her tone caused him to immediately pause. It was like that of a mother demanding a wayward child’s attention. He had never heard her sound like that, and he wasn’t sure how to react, so he just went quiet. “Alex. I’m not asking this because I’m trying to embarrass you or make you feel guilty for last night. I want to reiterate that I’m not mad or upset at you because accidents happen. But I need to know if I need take any precautions for the future that’s all.” For a moment, no words could escape him. He didn’t want to admit it, but at the same time, he didn’t want to lie to her. The fact of the matter was since that day, Alex had numerous bouts of bedwetting throughout his teen years. He stilled remembered the scolding his mother would give him. He still felt the embarrassment of being 15 and pulled over his mother’s lap and being spanked. It wasn’t his fault, but he was being punished nonetheless. These bedwetting episodes were so frequent that his mother would diaper him at night. His youngest brother who was only 4 at the time did a better job of keeping his pants dry at night. He remembered so many nights tossing and turning in his thick, crinkly diapers. Maybe those boys had been right. Maybe he was nothing but a baby who needed his diapers. There had been spells in college when it happened. Yet, the previous night was the first time it had happened since before he started dating Emily. He fretted when things with Emily got more serious that he would have an accident. But it had been years, and nothing had happened. The fear and anxiety started to dissipate. He had managed to make that day a distant memory and he thought that he had finally turned a corner. But it all come flooding back last night. Quite literally. He sighed and tried to muster the courage to speak. “Yes. All throughout my teen years and even into college. My mom diapered me every night for quite a while. But, as you know, it’s never happened in the time we’ve been together. I’m sure this was just a fluke.” When she heard him mention being diapered, she got butterflies in her belly. She couldn’t comprehend it, but she was intrigued by the thought of him clad in nothing but a thick diaper. “I am really proud of you for being open with me. I think you were really brave and like I said, you have nothing to be ashamed about. But, if this happens again, we will have to do something, ok?” “Like, I said. I’m pretty sure it was just a one off-thing.” But inside, he wasn’t so sure. Chapter 3 “I’m not a baby, I’m not. Please no!” “Alex, wake up!” Emily shook him and roused her husband from what sounded like another nightmare. Alex sat up. It was very evident that he had been sobbing in his sleep and he felt clammy all over. His neck and scalp were damp with sweat. Emily was softly rubbing his back trying to help calm him down. “Was it the same dream this time sweetheart?” “No, this time I was being diapered by mother and talking to me as if I were an infant. But what was weird is that I was a grown man in the dream. She just completely ignored my pleas to stop. The dream felt so real and control was slipping away from me.” Emily wrapped her arm around him and pulled his head down onto her shoulder. “Oh baby, its all over now. Just a dream, right?” As she cradled his head with one hand, the other reached down to check his pants. When he felt her hand on his crotch, he immediately recoiled. “Hey, what are you doing?” “Alex, I just need to check and see if you had any accidents.” Alex flung the covers up and revealed a giant wet spot. He jumped out of bed and looked down at his sodden pajama pants. Tears trickled down his cheeks again. Emily walked up behind him and pulled back the waist of his pants for inspection. She wrapped her arms around him and pecked his cheek. “Hey, look on the bright side, you only wet yourself tonight.” Alex just quietly sobbed. She turned him around. “Look at me.” She pulled his chin up so that his eyes were locked with hers. “I know it’s hard, but it’s not the end of the world. We will work through this together, I promise. I love you more and more each day.” “I don’t want you to think less of me. I want to still be a man in your eyes, not someone you have to take care of.” “All nonsense. You are my darling husband, and I wouldn’t have you be anyone else. I’m not going anywhere and, like I said, we will get through this together. There is no problem we can’t tackle together. Now, take off your pants and go rinse off real quick while I change the sheets.” “I’m so sorry that I did this a second night in a row.” “I know baby, but it’s not your fault. I got this covered. Now shower up and we will cuddle when you come back to bed.” The warm water eased his mental state a bit and started feel a little better. After dawning new pajamas, he was ready to clamber back into bed. He walked back into the bedroom upon where his attention was immediately drawn to his wife. She was laying in the bed with the blankets only up to her navel. But what drew his gaze was the fact that she had removed her nightgown. He had never been able to hide his infatuation with her ample bosom. He stood there for a moment thinking how lucky he was to have such a beautiful, sweet woman sharing his bed. “Are you coming in silly?” “I am. I was just admiring your beauty.” “Aw, you are so sweet. I have the best hubby.” Alex climbed into bed. He noticed that another towel had been laid across his side of the bed. His heart sank a bit and Emily noticed the subtle change in his expression. He understood why it was there, but it didn’t feel great. “Come here, sweetheart. I think you need some cuddles.” Alex looked up at her with almost puppy dog eyes. “That’s it, lay your head on my chest.” With her breast as a pillow, he laid his head upon her. He wrapped his arm around her waist. The warmth of her touch and the rhythm of her breathing lulled Alex into a complete state of relaxation. Emily could feel the tension escape his body and she knew he absolutely needed it. She ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead. “By the way there is nothing wrong with being taken care of.” She started to softly hum as he drifted off to sleep. Before sleep overcame her, those same butterflies in her belly returned as she thought about Alex being diapered. Until yesterday no such thought had ever crossed her mind. Was she crazy for feeling excited by that? Surely no wife fantasizes about infantilizing their husband. Do they? Alex looked so peaceful, and her heart melted. Chapter 4 After Alex left for work, Emily pulled out her laptop. Google was the source for all things, and she wanted to see if anyone else fantasized about the same things. She began to type into the search bar: Wives who want to diaper their husband. The first hit was forum thread about wives who had started diapering their bedwetting husbands. She read post after post about how they wouldn’t have it any other way. They loved how it made their husbands obedient. But then one thread really captured her interest. About three years into our marriage, my husband started wetting the bed. I started with plastic sheets, but they were noisy, and I just needed a different solution. That’s when I started with the diapers. He was extremely reluctant at first and it took a great amount of coaxing. I made sure that every time I put him in his nighttime diaper that I doted over him. He couldn’t hide the fact that he enjoyed the extra attention he got. After about the second week, I started diapering him earlier and earlier each evening. Once he was in his diaper, the bathroom was off limits which meant he either had to hold it or use his diaper. If he did use it before bedtime, I would change him which only encourage him to use it. Within a couple of weeks, he didn’t think twice about peeing his diaper in front of me. I felt so maternal and loved every bit of it. As we didn’t have any children, I started to view him more and more as my baby. One evening we started fooling around in bed. He was about to remove his diaper and I slapped his hand telling him that only mommy could take off his diaper. I could see his confusion and even a sense of rejection. I told him he could make mommy happy in other ways. Surprisingly her didn’t object as he nursed from my breasts and even went down there. I in turn, returned the favor by making him cum in his diapers, all the while telling him that mommy loved it when her baby wet his diaper. From that night on, he has only called me mommy and I am turning him more and more into a little baby. I’ve even started the process to start lactating and he is always very eager to nurse from mommy. I have him diapers 24/7, he even goes to work in his diapers. We are also in the process of making a nursery for him. I don’t know if I will ever let him grow up. The butterflies were back. Her panties grew damp as she read more and more. The thought of returning Alex to infancy was intoxicating. She knew it would take time, but maybe this bedwetting thing was a blessing in disguise. Emily continued to explore the web, uncovering a world she had no clue existed. She read more and more about adult babies and diaper lovers and the mommies that cared for their little ones. She was amazed that she had never knew anything about this before. She always knew she had a maternal side, but this excited her like nothing had before. She couldn’t believe the things that were available to these big babies, the diapers and clothes and even furniture. The impulse was to go crazy and start ordering everything, but she resisted the temptation. She settled on a few cases of diapers and a onesie. She looked out across the living room and started to daydream. Alex sitting on the floor clad in just a diaper while he watched silly little kid shows. She imagined checking the state of his diaper or feeding him his bottle. But what really enticed her was the idea of nursing him. She looked down at her cleavage. No one would ever say they were small, but now she fantasized about them swollen and full of milk. Her phone buzzed which snapped her back to reality. Noticing the time, she couldn’t believe how long she had been researching this whole new world. Alex would be home in a few hours, and she still needed to pick up a few things to start this adventure. With that, she grabbed her keys and set off. # # # It was about that time when Alex and Emily started their bedtime routine. While Alex took his evening shower, Emily retrieved her purchases and prepared herself for the fight that was sure to happen. But she couldn’t deny the feeling of anticipation and excitement. Once they got through tonight, she would be well on her way to turning Alex into a little baby. She pulled out a diaper from the pack and held it in her hands for a moment. It was just a plain white medical diaper that she had picked up at the pharmacy. She couldn’t wait for the order she placed earlier to arrive, but these would have to do for now. The sound of the shower door opening indicated it was time. “Alex, sweetheart. Can you come here?” “Just a minute babe. Let me put some clothes on and I’ll be right there.” “Can you hold off on putting on your pjs and come here?” Alex was confused. He wrapped the towel around his waste and walked into the bedroom with a bit of hesitation. Emily sat on the bed with a lovely smile, but then he noticed what was in her hand. “Nope. No way.” “Alex, I know its hard, but I think its for the best.” She patted the bed to beckon him over. “I don’t need that. Please don’t make me do this.” “Baby, you have had accidents the last two nights. I bet this will help you sleep better. Wouldn’t that be better than waking up to a wet bed.” Alex started to tear up, “I promise it won’t happen again.” “Oh sweetie, I don’t think you can promise that and its ok.” “God, this is so embarrassing me.” He sat on the bed and slumped over, face in his hands, “Maybe those kids were right. I am just a big baby who needs his diapers.” She scooted over to console him and began to gently rub his back. “Don’t think like that. I tell you what. If you manage to go several days in a row without an accident, we can forget all about this. What do you say? Will you do this for me?” He looked up at her and defeatedly nodded his head. “Thank you. Let’s get you ready for bed and we can snuggle like last night.” He stood up and before he could reach down to undo his towel, she was already on it. She playfully smacked his butt, “Such a cute tushy. Now lay down sweetheart.” Alex felt the softness of the towel as he laid back. He covered his face to hide the embarrassment. He just wanted it to be over soon. “Can you lift up you behind so I can slide this underneath you.” He silently complied, being sure to not look at her while she went about diapering him. He smelled the baby powder and felt the coolness as she applied it. She lovingly rubbed the inside of his thighs. She purposefully then started rubbing his manhood which came to attention as she lovingly caressed him. “Looks like my baby likes this.” “What! No!” “Just relax. It’s only a big deal if you make it one. No judgement here if you did like it. Who knows, maybe I will too.” What did she mean by that? She continued about her business and pulled the diaper up over his crotch. She pulled the tapes snuggly. When it appeared that she was done, Alex sat up and was about to leave the bed in search of some pajama pants to hide the diaper now affixed to him. But before he could walk away, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Having lost his balance, he plopped back down on the bed. She leaned over and seductively whispered in his ear, “I think you look awfully cute in that diaper.” She reached down and cupped his diaper and began rubbing him through the diaper. “What are you doing?” “Just be quiet and let me take care of you.” He tried to protest more, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good. “Mmm, I bet that feels good, doesn’t it? I bet you want to come, don’t you baby?” Alex couldn’t deny it, “Yes, please. Can you take this diaper off so we can finish?” “No baby, I want you in that diaper.” Alex sighed, but the disappointment didn’t last long as the pleasure was too great. “I want you to wet that diaper like a good boy, would you do that for me?” In the back of her mind, she knew that she had gone too far, but she wanted him to start associating pleasure with his diaper. “Mhhmmmm.” “That’s my good boy. Release it all into that diaper for me.” Alex’s mind was swirling, he didn’t understand what she was doing this, but it was far too late to stop.” “I’m about cum baby.” “Oh such a good boy, right into your diaper. That’s it, make it all wet for me.” Alex rolled his head back as his orgasm climaxed. She kissed him on the cheek. “Did that feel good?” “Uh-huh. But why were you saying all that stuff?” “Sweetheart, I know these past two nights have been really hard on you and I just wanted to make you feel good, that’s all.” In post climax fog, that answer sufficed for now. “Umm, can you change me into another one. It’s kind of sticky in there now.” “Oh baby, I’m sorry. There’s no reason to waste this one. So, let’s just leave it on. You can shower again in the morning. Ok?” She turned around to finish getting herself ready for bed. Alex was left, mouth agape, without an opportunity to continue the discussion. He dawned a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in. The bulk between his legs was odd. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it just felt alien to him. He climbed back into bed and fervently prayed that this night would be different from the prior two. Emily walked around to her side, but before she climbed in, she removed her night gown. She climbed into bed and beckoned him over. He settled his head onto her bosom. Here he was wearing a diaper being held by his wife, but he felt safe. He felt loved and was there anything more important than that. Emily kissed the top of his head and turned off the light. A few hours later Emily heard the tell-tale signs of another nightmare. He tossed and turned and muttered something incoherent. As she gained her wits about her, her first thought was whether or not he had an accident. She felt the sheets around him and everything seemed dry. She then put a hand down into his shorts to investigate the state of his diaper. Just as she had placed her hand on the front of it, Alex had started to wet. She heard the faint sound of his urine streaming into the padding. She felt the diaper start to grow heavy and warm. She kept her hand in place until it seemed like he was done. She did one more check around him and it appeared the diaper had done its job. But for now, she had no intention of changing him. She wanted him to experience the full diaper in the morning, but more importantly, she wanted him to recognize that it kept the bed dry. Alex continued to mutter and whimper. “Shhhhh, everything’s ok. I’m here now. It’s all ok.” She brushed his hair as he started to wake up. His eyes were puffy from tears. “Come here sweetie and let me hold you.” In the haze of exhaustion, Alex nuzzled up to her and felt the warmth of her chest. “That’s right come here. That nasty dream is over and you are safe with me.” Alex drifted between consciousness and sleep, but he knew the feeling of safety and security that engulfed him. As he snuggled in close, Emily teased his lips with her nipple. “Go ahead sweetheart and suckle at my breast.” His eyes fluttered open for a moment, but then closed as his mouth opened to accept her breast. Emily’s heart melted as she watched him latch on with ease. He was so innocent in this moment. Since the moment they had met, they had formed a special bond. There was a companionship that made this relationship so special. She wasn’t sure that she could love him any more than she already did, but this moment was proving her wrong. Alex was fast asleep again, but he hadn’t broken his latch. “It’s ok, mommy is here now.” Chapter 5 In the early hours of the morning, Alex started to stir. His arm was wrapped around her waist, but his mouth was still around her breast. He unconsciously started suckling again. He vaguely remembered hearing Emily tell him to suckle in the night, but then maybe it had been a dream. Then his brain became fully alert. What am I doing? I’m suckling at my wife’s tit. He immediately stopped and pulled away. Then he remembered the diaper. His hand shot down to his crotch to inspect and, much to his dismay, he was wet. Damnit! Emily has started to wake up when Alex had resumed his suckling. She thought of no more pleasant a way to wake up, but then his immediate cessation caused her to open her eyes. “Hey baby. What’s wrong?” “I wet my diaper. That’s what’s wrong. And then on top of it, I woke up suckling on your tit. What the hell is wrong with me.” The anger was growing with each passing second and his voice echoed that. “Is that all honey. I know you aren’t happy about the diaper but look on the bright side. The bed is dry and the diaper let you sleep through the night. That must have been nice, right?” “Ya, I guess. But why was I suckling at your breast?” “Oh sweetheart, you had another nightmare and you seemed so upset again. I was just trying to make you feel better.” “So I’m not crazy. I vaguely remember you telling me to do it. God almighty. I am sitting in a wet diaper and sucking your tits like a god damn baby. This is just great.” “Calm down. There is no reason to shout at me.” “Easy for you to fucking say. You aren’t the one sitting in a pissy diaper.” As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he was in the wrong. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her and he saw the look in her face. “Honey I’m so very sorry. You didn’t deserve that. You have been so sweet and loving. I don’t deserve you. Please forgive me.” “You know that I do. I can’t imagine what you are feeling. I’m sure whatever you are experiencing in your dreams is very upsetting and that has to be difficult. Just please don’t yell at me. Ok?” Alex started to tear up and he reached out for an embrace which she warmly offered. She pulled his face to her still uncovered bosom. “Can I ask why being at my breast was so upsetting? You have always liked playing with them.” Alex peered up, “I know and of course I love your breasts. It was just that with… you know.” Alex gestured toward his padded crotch. “I’m scared you won’t see me as your partner.” “You are mine and nothing is gonna change that, wet diaper and all. But I’m serious, I want to help you through this. There is nothing wrong with needing help and there is absolutely nothing wrong with needing TLC. I want to give you that, if you will let me.” “I’ll try. Can we take this off now? It’s pretty wet and I really have to pee.” “You don’t want to just let go in your diaper?.......I’m just kidding. Ok, let me grab a towel and you can lay back.” As she pulled off the tapes, the smell of his urine wafted up. “You really wet this thing. I’m kind of impressed.” “Sorry.” His cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. “No need to apologize silly. Ok, off you go.” She playfully smacked his bottom as he walked off to get ready for the day. # # # Alex was a space cadet all day long. All throughout the day, he found himself lost in thought. He replayed the events of the previous evening over and over. He was more than bothered by the fact that he had had an accident three nights in a row. But he was felt more disturbed by how Emily seemed to be enjoying it. She seemed more than eager to pleasure him while he was in his diaper and what about the whole suckling thing? She had never really expressed any weird sexual desires in the time they had been together. Honestly, he thought she was pretty vanilla. Not that he could say much. But maybe she was way kinkier than he believed her to be. Was his nightmare becoming her sexual fantasy? He didn’t know how to process it. “Alex, you ok buddy?” “What? Oh uh sorry. I just got a lot on my mind.” The interruption by his coworker Jim brought Alex to the realization he had done virtually no work. “You look like you were somewhere else. It’s that newlywed bliss, am I right?” Jim said with an obnoxious chuckle. Alex never particularly liked Jim and now wished he would disappear. “Ya, um something like that.” “Hey, you wanna grab a brewski after work?” “Um, I think I’ll have to take a rain check, but thanks for the invite.” “Oh I see, that old ball and chain now. I get it man.” He held up his wedding ring, “Ten years this fall. Drives me crazy but love her to death.” “Hate to be rude, but I’ve got some things that I really need to get done. Talk later, ok?’ “No problem, we’ll get that beer another night.” “Sounds good.” After Jim walked, Alex reclined in his chair and closed his eyes. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I get this off my mind? Alex swiveled back and forth in his chair. He hated the anxiety that had persisted for days now. He took several slow and deliberate breaths and tried to clear his mind. He felt his chest swell with each inhale. He felt his mind begin to clear, but then the hazy memory of taking his wife’s breast into his mouth. As he imagined the sensation of her nipple in his mouth, the warmth of her skin against his face, he started to feel a new sensation. It wasn’t the anxiety weighing upon his chest, but it was an excitement in his belly. His eyes flew open. He exhaled again. What do I do now? Chapter 6 “Well I think it’s time to start getting ready for bed.” Emily switched off the tv and started walking off to the bedroom. “Come on love.” “Coming.” “Go shower up and I’ll get you padded up after.” She smiled as she saw his cheeks got beat red. Alex wondered if the embarrassment would ever dissipate. But what really preoccupied him as the water cascaded down was the thought of asking her to nurse him again. He waffled back and forth over. Should I ask? Will it weird her out if I ask? But then again, she initiated it last night. But in all likelihood, he would freeze up and not say anything. Maybe that was for the best. He turned off the water and dried himself off. He walked back into the bedroom awkwardly. “There’s my handsome man. Are you ready?” “Uh, I guess.” “It’s not the bad. I promise this will get easier and easier. I’m sure by next week we won’t think twice about it.” “Next week? God, I hope it stops by then,” He sounded both horrified and defeated. “Maybe it will, but its totally ok if it doesn’t. It’s probably best to not pressure yourself.” Alex laid back and his forearms covered his face. As she rubbed the powder into his crotch and across his legs, he felt his arousal and Emily couldn’t help but notice either. She finished pulling up the diaper and he felt it encase his manhood. She started to play with him like last night, but Alex sat up and pushed her hand away. “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” “No, um. I don’t know. I feel so confused and conflicted.” “What do you mean?” “This is so humiliating, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.” “About what?” He sighed, “Please don’t judge me. Promise?” “Of course.” “I think I liked when you um, you know…” “What sweetheart, you can say it?” “Um, you know how you um put your breast in my mouth last night?” “Alex, are you asking me to nurse you?” Emily tried to everything in her power to contain her excitement. “Um ya.” “Darling, I want to hear you ask to nurse from me.” He felt so embarrassed and yet so excited at the same time. “Um would you nurse me.” “Absolutely sweet boy.” Emily pulled off her shirt and positioned herself against the headboard. “Ok come here.” Alex sheepishly scuttled over to her and waited for her direction,” “Put your head on my lap sweetheart. All comfy.” Alex nodded. She gently cradled his head and guided her nipple into his mouth. As he started to gently suckle all the tension evacuated his body. He couldn’t explain why, but right now it just felt right. “Such a good boy. My sweet precious boy.” He felt safe and loved like never before. Alex was lulled into a trance by the rhythm of his suckling. After a few minutes, she pulled his head away and before he could say a word, she shushed him. “Would you like my other breast?” Alex nodded and they readjusted. In a moment, Alex was back to suckling and he felt sleep start to overcome him. “That’s it sweet boy. One day, my breasts will be full of milk just for you. Would you like that?” Alex only nodded and drifted off to sleep. # # # “There’s my sweet baby boy.” The voice echoed through the dark. It was familiar, but he had no clue from where it came. It was dark and he had no idea where he was. “Come to me Alex.” He peered through the darkness. He couldn’t explain it, but he had to find the source of the disembodied voice. Then he noticed a faint light off in the distance. That had to be it and he started walking towards it. “That’s it my sweet boy.” The darkness was unnerving. It was cold and unforgiving. He just needed to reach the light and everything would be ok. “Come to mommy.” The last word made him hesitate. Mommy? Whose voice was it? Was it his mommy? Wait, why did he just think that? He looked behind him into the darkness. What choice did he have? He continued to move forward. “You are almost there, I’m so proud of you.” Pride swelled in his chest. Mommy was proud of him. Wait, why did I do that again? He drew closer to the light. “Just a few more steps and mommy will take care of everything else.” What did that mean? As he inched his was closer, he was now in front of a large door. The light was pouring threw a key which Alex tried to peer through. “Are you ready baby boy?” Alex felt butterflies in his belly. “Ready for what?” “To let go of all of your cares.” “But who are you?” “I’m the one who will make everything better. Wouldn’t you like that?” “But how do I know I can trust you? I don’t even know who you are?” “Well, you can stay out there all alone in the dark or you can trust me and come through that door. It’s up to you. But if you do decide to come through, you will surrender all control to me.” Alex tried to peer through the darkness again to see if there were any other choices, but to no avail. What choice did he have? He took one deep breath, and, on the exhale, he began to push open the heavy door. He was immediately felt a warmth over him. His eyes tried to adjust to the light as his brain tried to process his new surroundings. He stood mouth agape. He was standing in a nursery, but all of the furnishings were oversized as if built for an adult. The butterflies in his belly turned to panic, but then he heard her voice. “I’m so glad you decided to come inside sweetheart. Mommy is here to make it better.” Alex whipped around to see the identity of the familiar voice. To his shock it was Emily. Why on earth was she calling herself mommy. “You are going to love being my baby.” “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I am not a baby. Stop this right now. Let me get out of here.” “I’m afraid that it’s too late for that sweetheart. I told you that soon as you came through that door that you would give up all control to me. The changes are already happening and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” Alex stared in total disbelief as his wife smiled. “Wha….what changes? What do you mean?” Bu then he froze. Something was happening to him. “It’s ok sweetie, there is nothing to be afraid of. Mommy is right here?” All of his clothing simply vanished. And then he watched in horror as all of his body hair disappeared. His crotch looked as bare as a prepubescent boy. His facial hair was gone. “Looks like my baby likes this, doesn’t he?” Alex looked down and closed his eyes in defeat. Tears strolled down his cheeks. Then he felt the familiar sensation of a diaper. But the diaper was not the end of his metamorphosis. He felt a soft fabric start to cling to his torso. The fabric stretched across his rear end and up between his legs. He watched as six buttons materialized and the two ends of the fabric fastened together. He was in a onesie. To the outsider observer, he was nothing but an overgrown baby. “There isn’t that better. No more of those icky big boy clothes. And no more worries about the potty. Mommy will change you.” “I don’t need diapers. I’m a big boy, you have to believe me.” Alex blushed when he realized he referred to himself as a big boy.” “Oh, but you aren’t anymore sweetie. And that’s ok.” “Stop it right now!” “Someone is a little fussy. Let’s get your paci.” She shoved it into his mouth. Indignant at his treatment, he spit it out forcefully. He plopped down on the ground and started slamming his fists. “I am not a baby. I am not a baby.” He didn’t even realize that his diaper was growing warm. “Oh I think someone is hungry and maybe needs a nap.” Emily pulled down the straps of her dress to reveal her nursing bra. The sight of her swollen breasts momentarily ended his tirade. “You just love sucking on mommy’s booby, don’t you? All this milk is for you little one. Come here.” He was so conflicted. He didn’t want to be a baby, but her milky breasts were so enticing. “Please don’t turn me into a helpless infant, please I’m begging you.” “I promise you, being a baby isn’t so bad, just let it happen.” “I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna…I don’t….” “You don’t want to what sweetheart?” Alex was jostled awake and realized that it had all been a dream. “Are you ok?” “Um, I think so. This dream felt so real and this time it was you. You were turning me into…into a baby.” His mind then shifted to his diaper and to his chagrin, it was wet. Alex started to cry. “Please don’t turn me into a baby, please.” “Everything is ok sweetie. You are safe now. Would you like my breasts again to help calm down?” Alex initially wanted to reject her offer, but those butterflies crept back in. Why did he feel this way? Maybe he wanted this. After a moment, Alex sheepishly nodded his head, “Yes please.” “Come here sweetie. All comfy?” She guided her nipple to his mouth and he immediately began to suckle. That feeling of safety and security was intoxicating. “But you know, maybe being a baby isn’t so bad.” Alex’s eyes shot wide open. He pulled away from her breast. “What did you just say?” Anger tumbled out of his mouth. Emily was taken a back. “What?” “You just said being a baby isn’t so bad, didn’t you?” “Well yes, but honey I’m just trying to make you feel better.” She had hoped that soft maternal touch was easing him into, but I guess these episodes were to be expected. However, she knew she was going to have to reassert control if there was any chance of infantilizing her husband, even if that meant getting mean. “Why are you trying to turn me into a baby? This stops now. Do you understand me?” Alex jumped out of bed and pulled down the shorts that hid his soggy diaper. “I’m sick of this shit, I’m a grown fucking man and I’m done with these.” He reached down to tear the off the sodden garment, but before he could, Emily smacked the back of his thigh with considerable force. He stunned by how much that had stung, but now he hesitated as to what to do next. “Oh really? Should I call your mother and let her know that you have been back in diapers the last few nights? Should I tell you that you wet the bed and what about the night that you shit yourself?” Alex stood frozen. The angry outburst turned to immediate fear. She wouldn’t do that, would she? “Should I tell her that you like to suck my tits in your wet diaper at night?” No words could escape his lips. “Well, I’m waiting. Should I tell her?” “No, please don’t.” A moment ago, his temper had him bellowing, but now his voice was but a whimper. “I told you that I was not to be spoken to this way. And you promised that you would not behave this way. I am pretty angry right now Alex and I’ve half a mind to send you to the guest room for the rest of the night. But I don’t think I will just yet. But I’m warning you that if you even think about removing that diaper, you better believe I will be on the phone with your mother and maybe she will know what to do with you. Don’t make me do that.” “I won’t, I promise.” He plopped down onto the side of the bed and started to sob. Emily stood over him. She tussled his hair. He was nothing but a sniveling child now and it was time to start becoming his mommy. Once she turned on the maternal warmth again, he would be under her control. “Good boy, but outbursts like this have consequences. So you better do exactly as I tell you. Is that understood?” Too embarrassed to look up, he just nodded. “Stand up and let me take that diaper off of you.” Alex complied and after wiping down his crotch, she sat upon the bed. “Over my knee.” “No, no, no, no. Please!” “Your choice Alex, its either this or I call your mother.” Defeated, he laid across her knee. He closed his eyes bracing for the first smack. When it came, he winced. More blows came across his bottom. The pain intensified and the tears rolled down his cheeks. His behind felt like it was on fire now. “Please, mommy, no more. I can’t help it, please mommy.” Emily was mid swing as he said it. She was flabbergasted. Alex was as equally stunned at what he had blurted out. She helped him off her knee and pulled him onto the bed with her. She held him close to her chest as he cried. Alex clutched his hands around her waist. He didn’t want her to let him go. He felt small. He felt scared. But in her embrace, he felt loved. “It’s ok, mommy’s got you. It’s ok. Let all those tears out.” After a few minutes, he started to quiet down. She pulled his chin up so she could look into his eyes. “Do you think you can be a good boy and do as I tell you?” “Ya, I think so.” “I need a definite answer, yes or no?” “Yes.” “Yes what?” His cheeks burned with embarrassment. Was she asking him to call her mommy? He had inadvertently said when he was being spanked. He was reluctant to do so, but he also didn’t want to give her any reason to contact his actual mother. That was the last thing he needed. In all the time they had been together, he had never seen this side of Emily and he hoped he never did again. “Yes mommy.” “That’s my good boy. Now let’s get another diaper on you. I don’t need you making a mess in the bed. And then after that, we can try to get some sleep.” Alex laid back and tried to process what had just happened. Chapter 7 Over the next week, Alex grew used to his nightly routine. The embarrassment hadn’t entirely gone away when she taped him up every evening. In fact, he looked forward to his nightly nursing session. That fact had not gone unnoticed by Emily either. It was plainly obvious that he seemed to salivate anytime he saw her naked bosom. But she also noticed how much more emotionally dependent on her. When he was home, he never strayed too far from her side. Before, it wasn’t uncommon for him to catch up with friends over a beer after work, but now that seemed of little interest to him. Instead, he wanted cuddles and physical affection which she was more than happy to provide. She was pleased with his progression and didn’t want to undo any of it. It was better to take it slowly and ease him into it. She was confident that she would soon have her baby boy. She had recently started to diaper him earlier in the evening which, to her surprise, he accepted without fuss. After dinner she would have him go to the potty one more time followed by his shower and then he was diapered for the remainder of the evening. He didn’t even object to her rule that once he was diapered, the potty was off limits. After he was diapered for the evening, he often curled up on the couch with his head on her lap as they watched tv before bed. So far, he had to yet to use his diaper during those waking hours, but she hoped that would change soon. What hadn’t changed was the nightly accidents. He grew accustomed to waking up every morning to a very sodden diaper. The nightmares were still persistent, but he was managing to stay asleep most nights. However, the images from those dreams were never far from his mind. It seemed that if he wasn’t preoccupied with something, his thoughts drifted to his nightly regression. As he started to nod off while at his wife’s breast, he just expected that his dreams would take him back to that nursery. And sure enough, night after night, he returned. Emily was always there as his doting mommy as he lost all control over his environment. He recalled the first time in his dream that his speech had reverted to that of a small child. Despite the adult thoughts that still fluttered about his brain, he lacked the ability to form complete sentences. But it didn’t stop there. It seemed that each night brought a new experience. The night that he lost all control of his bowels in front of his mommy was mortifying. After one night where he lost the ability to read, he spent the next day neurotically making sure he still possessed that ability. But over those last few days, his fears were changing. Instead of fearing the lack of control, he was worried that he was starting to develop a longing for it. Whenever he thought about the idea of Emily treating him like a baby, those butterflies returned. Did he really want this to happen? Was he going nuts? But what he always returned to was Emily. In reality and in his dreams, he was surrounded by her warmth. He felt safe and protected in her presence. In those dreams, no matter what ability he lost, she was there to take care of him. She was there to cuddle him and reassure him that mommy loved him so much. Maybe his subconscious really wanted Emily to replace his actual mother. She had never showed the tenderness that Emily did. What did he want? He didn’t know, but he knew that he needed her more than anything else. # # # Alex had now been in diapers for over two weeks. Emily decided it was time for a test. She would forgo their evening routine and see how he responded. They finished cleaning up for dinner. Alex, without thinking went to the potty. Potty was now part of his normal lexicon. One day at work he inadvertently slipped up and told a colleague that he had to go to the potty. Flush with embarrassment, he dashed off before anyone could comment. He loved his evening shower which always helped to wash away the stress of the day. He didn’t want to openly admit it, but this had become his favorite time of the day. His cheeks still reddened with the smell of baby powder and the rustle of the diaper, but he savored the affectionate attention. With his towel wrapped about him, he walked into the bedroom expecting to see Emily waiting for him as she always did. He didn’t see any signs that she had prepped for this evening ritual. Surely, she would be along any minute. He sat on the bed and waited. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure where she kept the supplies and even if he did, he had never diapered himself. Minutes came and went. He started to grow impatient. He found a pair of pajama bottoms and exited the room in search of his wife. Emily sat in the den pretending to be engrossed in a book while she sipped at a glass of wine. She hadn’t made it through a single page as she was eager to see how he would respond. She was actually surprised at how long he sat in the bedroom before coming out. He looked nervous, like a timid child too afraid to ask for help. She held back urge to immediately assume her maternal role. It was time for him to admit that he needed her help and furthermore that he needed his diaper. His heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to ask why she wasn’t there to help him get ready. He felt too foolish to ask. It defied all logic. She had diapered him night after night, but now he couldn’t find the courage to vocalize what he needed. “Hi, sweetheart. How was your shower?” “Um, it was fine.” He hoped that she would say it for him, but she acted as if this had not been a nightly thing. His mouth was slightly agape, but no other words came to him. “Did you need something sweetie?” “Uh, nah. I’m…I’m good.” He couldn’t explain why he felt so crestfallen. Had she had a change of heart? His mind spiraled down the rabbit hole. She was judging him. Maybe she thought he was pathetic, a poor excuse for a man. Every negative swirled about him. He couldn’t help what was happening. He felt anger surge in his chest. He hated that this had plagued him for so long. Now it was going to ruin his marriage before it had really gotten started. He felt angry at her for turning his back. He walked back to the bedroom and buried his face in a pillow. He tried to coach himself that he was overacting. Anger turned to fear that maybe she didn’t love him. He started to cry. She heard the soft sobs emanating from the bedroom. Nerves played at her as well. He could still react harshly and undo her plans. With a deep breath, she walked into the bedroom. “Alex, are you crying sweetheart?” Alex tried to quickly wipe away his tears and attempted to act as if nothing was wrong. “Ya, I’m totally fine.” “Are you sure? You are kind of a shitty liar. Did you want to talk about something?” “I told you I was fine.” His tone was curt. “Ok, well you know where you can find me if you change your mind.” She turned around and started to head out of the room. He felt hurt and angry that she didn’t know why he was upset. Her nonchalance bothered him even more. She didn’t even attempt to coax it out of him. But despite all those feelings, he really just wanted her attentiveness. He didn’t want her to go. “Wait.” She smiled before she turned. “Ya?” “Where were you?” “What do you mean, I was just reading in the den. I didn’t go anywhere.” “You know what I mean.” “What’s this about Alex?” He didn’t want to say it aloud, but he didn’t have much of a choice. “You are usually there to get me ready when I get out of the shower.” “Are you trying to ask for my help, sweetie?” “I mean, you usually do it for me.” “Do what?” “You know?” “Of course I know, but I want to hear you ask me.” “Can you help me?” “You are gonna have to be more specific.” “Um, can you help me with you know….um…my diaper.” “That’s a good boy, but can you tell me why you need your diaper?” Why was she doing this? “Because of my accidents.” “What kind of accidents are those, Alex?” “I…I…wet myself at night.” He wanted to crawl into a hole. He felt so pathetic. “That’s right sweetheart. Mommy has to keep her baby in diapers at night so he doesn’t pee-pee the bed.” He started to bawl. “Can you ask mommy nicely to put you in your diaper?” “Um, mommy can you get me in my diaper?” “Of course sweetheart. Let’s get my baby boy all ready. But first I think you need a hug don’t you?” He nodded as started to cry into her chest. She held him tightly. “Mommy is here. But we didn’t all those tears. All you had to do was come ask for help. Mommy is always happy to help. So, are you ready for mommy to get you set for the night?” He sheepishly nodded. “Ok, I will be right back. I have a surprise for you. Why don’t you get lay down and I will be right back.” He couldn’t imagine what kind of surprise she had for him. As he laid back, he felt kind of silly for having gotten so worked up. He just felt relieved that all his crazy thoughts were just that: crazy. Even though he was still uncertain about this whole mommy thing, he would accept it if that meant he still had her love. His thoughts were interrupted when she re-entered the room. He couldn’t tell what she was hiding behind her back. “Ok, close your eyes. Now, open your mouth for mommy.” He felt a silicone nipple enter his mouth. He was confused at first, but before he could remove it she held her hand against it. “Mommy wants you to try this for me. I want you to suck on your paci like you are sucking on mommy’s booby.” He felt unsure, but he was willing to give it a try. He started sucking on it and he had to admit, it was kind of soothing. I can kind of see why babies like this. “So, we are going to try a new diaper tonight. He looked at what she was holding in her hand. It was considerably bigger than the ones he had worn before. It was thick and this one was adorned with a big teddy bear on the front. He looked at it with suspicion. “Why does dis shlook like it’s made for giant babies?” The pacifier muffled his words. Emily giggled at how cute he was. “Cause it is for big babies, just like you?” “I not a baby.” He couldn’t fully annunciate his words with a full mouth. “Oh no? Could have fooled me. Who was the one crying about how mommy wasn’t there to get him in his diapey huh?” She tickled his belly and the tension escaped him. “Huh? Who was it, it wasn’t mommy.” “Stop it, stop it, it was me,” he said unable to stifle the laughter. “Alright, let’s get this on you before you have an accident on the bed.” When he got up, he felt the added bulk. It even made him waddle a bit, but he was ok with it. “Umm, mommy?” It felt weird saying it, but somewhere deep down, it felt right. “Yes baby?” She could barely contain the joy of hearing him say it. “Um…I was wondering if I could nurse for a little bit.” “Of course you can have mommy’s booby. Let’s go out to the couch and we can turn on a movie and you can nurse from mommy.” With his hand in hers, he waddled out behind her with his pacifier securely between his lips. His dreams were leaking into reality and he was starting to be ok with it. To be continued...

Chapter 23 Danny kept an eye on the game, but he was more interested in watching Mama Angela run around preparing to take him for a walk. You would think the way she was preparing and double checking everything they were going out of town for a week. He also noticed Ashley nonchalantly cleaning up from dinner then just sit down in the living room chair. Finally, Mama Angela picked Danny up off the couch. “You two ready to go?” Mama Angela asked. “Let me put my shoes on,” Ashley said. “I need shoes too,” Danny said. “We do not have any shoes your size yet,” Mama Angela told him truthfully. “We will get you some this weekend for when your able to walk.” “Okay,” Danny said. He realized that even if they were lying to him, fighting her would not help. “What you do need is a diaper change before we go,” Mama Angela said and quickly changed him and the unclipped the pacifier from his onesie before clipping a new one on. “Why did you change the pacifier,” Danny asked curiously. “I need a way to quiet you down if you are causing a scene,” Mama Angela replied. She then popped the pacifier into his mouth and twisted the handle. When she did it inflated in Danny’s mouth. Danny shot her the angriest look as she turned it and it got bigger to the point where it began to hurt his jaw. Then she turned it back. “I do not like it Danny, but your mouth will get you in trouble with the wrong amazon, so this is an extra insurance policy. Do not try to argue it, Danny. I have made the decision. It still functions as a regular pacifier if we do not need to inflate it. “You do not have to use it,” Danny said. “And I won’t because you will behave,” Mama Angela added. “Right Danny?” “Yes Mama Angela,” Danny said knowing fighting would make this even worse. “Good boy,” Mama Angela praised then she asked. “Do you want to ride in the stroller to start or would you want me to carry you?” “Stroller,” Danny chose quickly. “I’m too heavy for you to carry that far.” “I could easily carry you the whole walk” Mama Angela told him. “The question is what would you be more comfortable with?” “Stroller I guess,” Danny replied. With that Danny was place in the seat of the stroller and fastened in. She hands him Antlers and put the diaper bag down in the pocket of the stroller behind Danny. “Danny,” Mama Angela said. “If you start to feel uncomfortable about anything no matter how small please tell me. I want to guarantee that a minor issue does not turn into a big one. Feel free to hide behind Antlers if people come up to us. You do not have to say a word, people will understand if you are a little shy and quiet right now. Do not feel obligated to do anything you do not want to.” “I understand,” Danny replied. She seemed a little nervous about this. What does she have to be nervous about though Danny wondered? He was the one going outside with no shoes, in only a baby blue onesie and a diaper. If anyone should be nervous it should be him. He wanted the change of scenery though. As embarrassing as all this has been he had been in three rooms basically the last day and a half. He wanted to see the outside world again. “But Danny,” Mama Angela added. “If me or Mommy Ashley tell you something you need to listen and do it. If we say something like Danny stop or Danny no, then you have to listen. We are trying to look out for your best interest. Do you understand?” “Yes,” Danny said. He just hoped they did not have to give him any orders. He was a person not a dog. He knew how to make decisions for himself. “And away we go then,” Mama Angela said as she started pushing the stroller with Mommy Ashley next to her. Then slowly walked down the street. It was evening but still light out. What Danny liked best is that for the most part it seemed normal. Green grass and blue skies. Birds were still chirping; some animals were running around, there were gardens filled with flowers of many shapes and colors, and people were doing normal things outside. He could have pretended everything was normal and he was just in a wheelchair with a knee injury except one thing. Of course, everything was much bigger. He noticed minor differences in the animals but nothing too crazy birds still looked like giant birds some looked like combinations with the beak of one bird with the feathers or size of another, the squirrels here were also sized up and they had ears that looked more like they belonged on rabbits not squirrels. The rabbits seemed to Danny to be just large rabbits with no real changes. Being outside actually relaxed Danny a little bit and so far, nobody seemed really interested in him. “Are you doing okay right now Danny?” Mama Angela asked once they were out of the driveway and onto the sidewalk. The road was elevated above the sidewalk with steep ramps. Danny guessed this was a decision to try and stop children or people his size from accidentally wandering into the road. “Yeah,” Danny replied. “It is actually really peaceful out here.” “Good I am glad it is helping you relax,” Mama Angela replied. “If you feel tired or feel you need to go home for any reason, tell me okay, sweetheart.” “Yes Mama Angela,” Danny replied. They walked a little bit longer before the moment all three had feared. An older amazon woman approached them. Danny decided to do the hide behind his stuffed animal strategy. He really did not want to interact with the woman but more importantly he did not want Mama Angela or Ashley to use that pacifier on him. “Why hello, do not think I have seen this little cutie before,” the woman said. “This is Danny,” Mama Angela said. “We just adopted him two days ago.” “What is that on his leg?” the woman asked. “He is a medical rescue,” Mama Angela explained. “The nanites had problems so they could not fully fix the leg yet.” “Wait you adopting him straight from the hospital,” the woman said shocked. “Is he on any tranquilizers or anything right now?” “He has a sedative to help him sleep that he took early this morning, but otherwise no,” Mama Angela responded. “He is so calm for being so new,” the woman cooed at him. “Most newer littles would be throwing a tantrum right now. Especially without the orphanage helping to get them adoption ready.” “It has not been perfect,” Mama Angela admitted. “But he is a very good little boy.” “And a little cutie too,” the woman added. “Oh,” Mama Angela cooed. “Can you say thank you Danny?” Danny wanted to disappear, but he decided to play along. “Thank you,” Danny said briefly popping his head out from behind antlers before hiding again. “Sorry,” Mama Angela said. “He is still really shy around amazons.” Danny could not see her face, so he did not know if Mama Angela was happy with his behavior or not. “No reason to apologize dear,” the woman said. “With how new he is it understandable. I’ll let you get back to your walk. Have a nice night and good luck with your little cutie.” “Have a good night,” Ashley said. “Bye-Bye,” Mama Angela said. She continued walking for another block before the stroller stopped moving. Mama Angela came in front of the stroller so Danny could see her. She was smiling as she knelt down in front of Danny and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You were perfect with that woman Danny,” Mama Angela praised. “Who was she?” Danny asked. “She is one of the ladies involved in everything in the neighborhood,” Mama Angela said. “I do not remember her name, but you probably know the type. She volunteers at things, helps plan community events and spends majority of her time gossiping with her friends. “Ok,” Danny said knowing those types of people. “No doubt she is going to talk about the new little in the neighborhood next time they get together.” “Will that be a problem?” Danny asked. “No because you were such a good boy,” Mama Angela said. “They will be talking about how we adopted a shy injured little and how calm he was despite being so new. You ready to continue?” “Yes Mama Angela,” Danny replied. As they walked similar conversations with older woman happened twice more each time Danny played the shy act and only spoke when prompted by Mama Angela, she only would ask him to say things like hi, bye, or thank you. Then they reached the park Danny had seen on his way home from the hospital. “You never said we were going to a park,” Danny stated. “I did not know if we were,” Mama Angela replied. “But since you have been so good, I figured it would be a nice reward.” Ashley though here comes the disaster. Angela would push her luck too much and Danny would cause a scene. Too much going on for Danny to remain calm something will happen she assumed. “Can’t really do much here though,” Danny noted. “Well, you can go on the swing,” Mama Angela suggested. “I can push you. After that we can walk around the lake and just relax.” “Sounds fine,” Danny said. He loved playing on a playground as a kid but with most kids he outgrew it by the time he left elementary school. Still, it has some nostalgia to Danny, so he wanted to take a look and see what it was about. Mama Angela picked Danny out of the stroller and carried him towards the playground. One of the things she hoped Danny would develop was excitement. She remembered taking Willow and Heather to this playground while Vivian and Carl were helping Maddie and Zach with their own unplanned adoption. She remembered how excited they would get when they were playing. She wanted Danny to experience that. She wanted to see his big smile, him running around happily, even the whining and asking for five more minutes when she said it was time to go. Danny seemed like he couldn’t care less about doing anything right now. That was something she wanted to change. She wanted him to find things to enjoy and be excited about doing, but she did not want them to not be too violent or dangerous. He noticed what looked like one playground was actually two. One bigger one with no fence around it but also a smaller one with a small fence around it maybe three and a half feet (about 1 meter) tall. Danny could probably get over that small fence, but it would definitely slow him down. Like Danny expected she brought him into the fenced in park. “Why are we going into the fenced in park?” Danny asked with an expected answer. “Amazon children can be real bullies to littles, so they have two separate parks one for littles and amazon toddlers and then one for older amazon children. We are going in the littles park.” She walked in and Danny saw a large playground climbing set complete with slides and tunnels to get to the different activities. Also, in the little section was a monkey bars set up so that the little would be barely above the ground when climbing, several spring animals rides, a huge sandbox, a couple a balance beams and seesaws. But where Mama Angela went was the group of swings further away from where the other equipment was. Danny noticed the only type of swings were baby swings. Mama Angela carefully put Danny in the swing and locked the harness into place before she began pushing him gently. Danny liked to swing as a child, but the point was always to go higher. “Can you push me a higher?” Danny asked. “Of course, sweetie, Mama Angela replied. “Now hold on tight.” Mama Angela said as she began pushing him higher. Danny started looking around the playground as she pushed him higher. He noticed for the most part the other littles as his caregivers were calling them seemed normal. They seem like if you forced adult humans to act like toddlers. Some seemed to like it others it was clearly a fake smile. There were a few though that something seemed seriously wrong. The way they were acting was just too realistic for someone acting. It was like these people were actually turned into babies in adult bodies. It was freaking Danny out. Despite this Danny was doing his best to keep his calm and watch how everyone, both the giants and normal sized humans were acting. All the amazons seemed happy watching their little play and talking with each other. The littles seemed much more mixed. There were the ones who seemed very happy but others who seemed unhappy just going through the motions. Danny looked down and realized how high Mama Angela was pushing him. When in Rome do what the Roman’s do, Danny thought as he just enjoyed the swinging. Ashley had sat down on a bench alone and watched Angela push Danny on the swings. Another amazon mother sat down next to her. “Which one is yours?” the other mother asked Ashley. “My wife is pushing him on the swing,” Ashley said. “He is in the baby blue onesie.” “Oh, he is a little cutie,” the other mother responded. “Mine is the little girl climbing up the ladder to the slide.” “She very cute,” Ashley said to be polite. “How long have you had him?” “We took him home yesterday,” Ashley replied. “Wow,” the other woman said shocked. “I wish Genna was so well behaved that I trusted her to go to the park on her second day. The only place she went that first week was over my lap. What orphanage did you get him from?” “Um I am a nurse,” Ashley said. “There was an issue with his transfer from his dimension to ours. That caused problems with the surgery so he could not go to an orphanage he needed somewhere that could give more specialized care. So, we took him directly from the hospital.” “Wait I have never heard of that,” the other mother responded. “So, he never got prepped by an orphanage and he is that calm. How is that even possible?” “My wife had a lot of experience with other littles in her family,” Ashley told her truthfully. “I guess that along with Danny needing so much medical care makes him a little more docile for the time being. Still has caused plenty of trouble at home.” “Every little cause trouble,” the woman told Ashley. “That is part of the reason they need us. Can you imagine them trying to live in the real world? They act tough but when things go wrong, they need the grown-ups to fix it for them.” “I guess,” Ashley replied. “Does make you wonder what the orphanages are doing,” the woman said. “How is your little guy better behaved on day two than most of the littles they prepped on week 2 with their new parents?” “Too many littles not enough caregivers,” Ashley answered. “In any job where caregiving is required you see management try to keep cost down by having less caregivers and more people to care for. The problem is there is a ratio where it is most effective. When you go over even the best systems become less effective.” “That makes sense,” the woman said. “Still, you wish that those in charge would put what is best for the littles ahead of profits.” “Yeah,” Ashley said. She seen it before not with littles but with patients in some of the hospitals she had worked at before she got her current job at the state-run hospital. Too many patients, not enough staff, management encouraging them to cut corners, and never having enough of the right supplies. Too many times the staff’s answer is to just go through the motions and do only what needed to be done. It was a horrible way to run a medical center and would be a horrible way to run an orphanage. Ashley knew Angela’s sister Maddie occasionally worked with one of the local orphanages and would regularly tell the horror stories about what went on there. Ashley had never paid much attention to Maddie’s orphanage stories, but she knew the last time she went to do a psychological evaluation on two littles, Maddie was so shocked by the orphanage’s practice that she immediately adopted the two littles they called her to evaluate and never went back to an orphanage again. “Well, it looks like your wife, and little are getting ready to leave,” the other mother said to Ashley. Angela had slowed down the swing and it had come to a stop. “Yeah,” Ashley responded. She grabbed the stroller to bring back to Angela. “Pleasure meeting you.” “Same,” the other mother replied. Ashley brought the stroller over to the path near the swing set. Angela brought Danny back to her and buckled him back into the stroller. “We will come back soon okay Danny.” “Okay,” Danny said with a small smile in his face. “Do you want to see the rest of the park or just go home?” Angela asked Danny. “What else is there in the park?” Danny asked. “This path will take us towards the lake,” Angela replied. Then it loops around will take us passed sports fields before coming back out where we came in.” “Let’s continue then,” Danny decided. “Let’s go,” Angela said as she started pushing Danny in the stroller towards the lake. Ashley followed behind wondering what was going to happen next. Danny still wondered what was going on with those littles at the park. He noticed it was a minority of the littles, but it still bothered him. What had happened to them? Mama Angela continued pushing him towards the water which he could now see. The amazons pushed Danny towards the lake before sitting down on a bench looking at the water. Mama Angela sat down next to Danny and put him on her lap. She slowly and carefully began bouncing Danny on her knee. He watched the water slowly moving on the lake. A few boats were out far from where they were sitting. He did not see any signs of life in the water, but he did see a few sea birds. What looked and acted like seagulls, but the colorations varied, some were the normal white, some were black, and some were brown. Despite this they all still ganged up on people who had food. He also saw a few ducks that seemed like just a scaled-up version of what they had in his dimension. The normalcy of the environment helped Danny to calm himself. No other littles seemed to be nearby. A few amazons were nearby but nobody seemed to care about Danny at the moment. Danny just took in the calm atmosphere and refocused. He did not want to make any mistakes today and get punished. If he was stuck here for the foreseeable future, it would be better to be on his caregivers’ good side then bad. Danny knew there was a lack of trust otherwise why bring that silencer pacifier. It seemed to him that they did not think he could behave in public, and he thought he had to prove them wrong. Danny wanted a good relationship with the two of them. If Danny was stuck here, then nothing worse than the idea than them not liking and trusting him. Angela definitely liked him, but he knows Ashley does not. He knew he had to stay out of her way until she warmed up to him. He enjoyed sitting by the water but eventually the amazons got up and put him back in the stroller. They walked on a path by the lake towards what looked to be soccer fields. “And we are passing the football fields,” Mama Angela announced. “Do they play American football here or just soccer?” Danny asked. “By American football do you mean that sports with everyone in helmets and uses the brown ball that is not the circle?” Mama Angela asked for clarification. “Yes,” Danny replied. “That game is so violent why would anyone play it?” Angela asked. “I played in high school,” Danny announced. “It's fun.” Danny enjoyed playing football during high school, but he was never a huge star. He played on the defensive line. He would have two or three tackles a game but for the most part he just ate up blocks for the linebackers. “Did you play any sports that were not violent?” Mama Angela asked. “Where is the fun in that?” Danny asked. That got Mama Angela to take him out of the stroller. She picked him up onto her hip and gave him a kiss. She carried him passed some volleyball and tennis courts asking if he played tennis or volleyball. Danny said for gym class in school but never anything competitive. The final sports field was a softball field. And while it was not a game a pitcher was pitching to a batter. The pitcher was a man in his 50s by the looks of him. The batter was probably a late teenager or college age woman. The pitcher threw the ball and the batter hit it deep into the outfield. Danny thought the bat might have been as long as he is tall. As they continued to walk there was a woman sitting on the bottom of the bleachers. She was about the same age as the man pitching. “Danny,” Mama Angela said. “The woman sitting there is an old college professor of mine. She helped me get my job and when she found out we were house hunting she told me about our house. Do you mind if we go talk to her for a minute?” “That is fine,” Danny replied. “You need to be on your best behavior please,” Mama Angela told him. “Yes Mama Angela,” Danny said. “Good boy,” Mama Angela praised as they walked towards her. “Hello Mrs. Roth.” Mrs. Roth looked over and saw her. “Hello Angela, hello Ashley and for the hundredth time now that you graduated just call me Grace.” “Still just does not feel right,” Mama Angela said. “Well, it makes me feel old and Lola does that enough herself.” That got a laugh from all three amazons. “She is hitting really well,” Mama Angela said. “Yes, she really wants to improve from her .323 batting average last year.” Mrs. Roth said before addressing Danny. “Hello, their little guy,” she said waving towards Danny, and he returned the gesture. “Which one of your nephews is that?” “Actually, this is not one of our nephews,” Mama Angela said smiling. “This is Danny and we adopted him two days ago.” “Congratulations,” Mrs. Roth said. “Did you say two days ago? Oh, my he is so well behaved for being so new to our dimension. Huh aren’t you just a good little boy?” Danny decided to continue the shy act for now. He buried his head into Mama Angela’s shoulder. Mama Angela quickly spoke up. “Sorry he is still in a shy phase.” “No reason to apologize,” Mrs. Roth responded. “With how recently you adopted him that seems normal. May I ask a question though?” “Of course,” Mama Angela said. “Give me one second.” Ashley had wheeled the stroller to where they were sitting, and Mama Angela sat him in the seat and buckled him in. “Now you can play with Antlers okay sweetie do not be afraid to speak up if you need something?” Then Mama Angela went back to talking Danny listen and he watched the teenager bat. “What is going on with his leg,” Mrs. Roth ask politely. “When he was transferred to this dimension there was some sort of mistake and it made the nanites ineffective,” Mama Angela explained. “So, they were unable to fix most of the damage to his leg. We have to take him back tomorrow for him to get follow up treatment for it.” “Wow,” Mrs. Roth said. “I hope that goes well. Were you part of the surgery Ashley?” “I was,” Ashley said. “Longest surgery of my life. It took over 4 ½ hours.” “Woah,” Mrs. Roth exclaimed. “That is insane. That little thing had such a long surgery and when was that? “Two days ago,” Ashley said. “We adopted him immediately after the surgery.” “This is probably the craziest story I heard since I retired from the paper to teach,” Mrs. Roth told them. “Is this story going to be a headliner soon?” “Probably once Mr. Greenwich hears the whole story,” Mama Angela said. "You know how he is about his once he hears something good he wants to put it in immediately wants to put it in the paper." The conversation then changed to the work the amazons did. Danny knew all he needed to know about the three of them. Danny just watched the girl batting. She hit the ball all but once that Danny watched. Ball was going to the outfield majority of the time it seemed like in a normal baseball stadium in his dimension all of these would have been easy homeruns. Danny just watched the batting practice as the three women talked about subjects that did not interest him. When the girl put down her bat Danny realized she was finished with batting practice. “I am going to warn you two right now, Mrs. Roth spoke. “Lola is definitely little crazy right now.” “Most girls are at that age,” Mama Angela replied. “If you want to leave while Lola and Quinn clean up that is completely fine,” Mrs. Roth said. “I can tell them you said hello.” “No, we can say hello to them ourselves,” Mama Angela said. “It should not be an issue.” In Mama Angela’s mind this will be the best test for whether Danny can behave in a store or out in public in general. She knew she threw him into the deep end with this walk today, but she needed to get a baseline for Danny’s behavior in public and to this point he has exceeded her expectations. The only thing is most of the people he interacted with were older and calmer. Angela had known Lola since Lola was in elementary school. Angela knew that Lola would not be as calm as the older amazons Danny had met and might not back off when he hides behind his stuffed animal. She realized that it would be a test for Danny to not lose his composure but also a test for her to keep him feeling safe. The two had collected all the softballs and put them in their bucket and came over to where Danny was. The father was the first one to speak “Hello Angela, Hello Ashley,” Mr. Roth said. “Always a pleasure to see the two of you.” “Hello Mr. Roth,” Mama Angela replied. “I thought you told her she could use our first names now?” Mr. Roth asked his wife. “I did,” Mrs. Roth said. “But apparently she is only able to listen to me in a lecture hall.” Mrs. Roth once again got a laugh from all the amazons including a bright red Angela. “Hi Angie, hi Ashley,” Lola Roth spoke but her eyes never left the stroller. She approached it and knelt down right in front of Danny. “And hello there you little cutie. My name is Lola what is yours?” Danny took a deep breathe. This girl is clearly more interested in me than most others had been. She also is blocking the only way anyone could get to him or he could get out. Not that he could get out even if he wanted to. Still the girl was showing no signs of wanting to hurt him. Just play the shy act and get out of this without giving the giants any reasons to not trust you. “Danny,” Danny said hiding behind Antlers. “That is a nice name,” Lola replied. “What is your friends name?” “Lola do me a favor,” Mrs. Roth got involved. “Danny just got here, and he still gets nervous around new amazons. Take a step or two back so he has a little room.” Angela mouthed thank you to Mrs. Roth behind Lola’s back. Mrs. Roth nodded in response. “Oh sorry,” Lola said as she took a step backward giving Danny his personal space. “Is he yours?” Lola asked Angela. “Yep,” Mama Angela happily said as she got Danny out of the stroller. “He’s my sweet little boy.” “So, Danny,” Mama Angela said gently. “She asked your stuffy’s name. Can you tell her his name?” Danny realized the choice Mama Angela was not trying to force him to answer the question but instead was giving him the chance to participate in the conversation if he wanted to. Danny did not want to be rude and ignore her but was not ready to stop the shy act just yet. “Antlers,” Danny said softly keeping his head rested on Mama Angela’s shoulder. “That is a cute name,” Lola praised as they started walking towards the Roth’s car in the parking lot. “Did you guys drive over here or walk?” Mr. Roth asked. “We walked,” Ashley told him. “It is such a nice day,” Mama Angela added. “We decided some outdoor time would be good for him.” “Smart,” Mrs. Roth said. “You have to take advantage of every nice day.” They made it back to the Roth’s car parked nearby. They loaded the sports equipment into the car. “Well Danny it was a pleasure meeting you,” Mr. Roth said. “Oh,” Mama Angela cooed. “Danny, can you say thank you?” “Thank you,” Danny said after he was prompted. “Do we really have to leave?” Lola asked. “I’m sure Danny wants to play a little more and it is not that late.” “Sorry Lola," Mrs. Roth said. “It is time for everyone to leave. I am sure Danny is going to need to get home and to bed with his doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” “Well,” Mama Angela intervened. “We do have to start heading home but if you are okay with it, Lola or any of you want to walk with us that would be fine with us.” “Please mom,” Lola asked. “Quinn what do you think?” Mrs. Roth asked her husband. “Fine with me,” Mr. Roth replied. “If you want go with them, I can drive the car home.” “Sounds like a plan,” Mrs. Roth said. “See you at home.” With that Mr. Roth drove away. That left the four amazons walking towards their respective houses together. Mama Angela carried Danny, while Ashley pushed the stroller. Mama Angela had put Antlers in the seat of the stroller, so Danny did not drop him. Lola focus was still fully on Danny as they walked home. The conversation continued with Danny being a passive observer as they asked Lola about school and her college plans. Mama Angela then asked her if she had a job yet. “Not any real jobs,” Lola said. “I occasionally babysit but that is about it.” “What ages?” Mama Angela asked. “Mostly early elementary schoolers,” Lola responded. “Old enough that they can entertain themselves but too young to be left alone.” “That is good,” Mama Angela said. “Do you like it.” “Yeah,” Lola said. “The kids seem to like me.” “Good,” Mama Angela replied. “Well,” Mrs. Roth interrupted. “Angela, Ashley it is always a pleasure to see the two of you. Do not be strangers. Danny it was a pleasure to meet you. Bye-Bye for now. “Thank you, Mrs. Roth,” Mama Angela responded. “The only person here allowed to call me Mrs. Roth is Danny,” Mrs. Roth said shaking her head. “I apologize,” Mama Angela said. “It is fine,” Mrs. Roth responded. “You’re under a ton of stress with the recent adoption. If there is anything we can do to help just let us know.” “We will,” Mama Angela said. “Bye-Bye Danny,” Lola said. “I’m sure we will see each other again super-duper soon.” Danny decided to be nice to Lola. He knew he would end up regretting it. Despite this he released his grip of Mama Angela and turned toward her with open arms. Lola’s eyes lit up as she went over and gave Danny a big hug. “Somebody likes you,” Mrs. Roth said. “Definitely,” Mama Angela replied. She was proud of Danny for his behavior on the walk from start to finish. This moment however was the one that she was most proud of. Danny had avoided interactions with amazons as much as possible but for Lola he made an exception and made her happy. Lola eventually let Danny go and walked home with her mother. Mama Angela had a huge smile on her face as she carried Danny home with Ashley by her side pushing the empty stroller. They made it back to the house and Mama Angela walked inside with Danny. She instantly laid him down on the couch and unleashed a fury of kisses on him. Ashley was even more confused about Danny then before. He had fought Angela on any attempts to really baby him at home but during the walk he just let it happen if not acting into it even further. She did not understand Danny at all.

In the words of the immortal Hozier "Take me to church" Chapter 4: The First Steps To Eden I practically flopped onto my couch the moment I got home. Happy Birthday to me, my gift this year was a crappy day it seemed. "V.A.: Order delivery, I'm too tired to cook." That last meeting had gone an hour over time, and for what? What even was the point in a mass market virtual intelligence designed to flip a switch?! "Understood. Where would you like it from?" Ugh, why is it asking. Stupid thing is in my head, it knows I've spent all day listening to some of the dumbest things on earth. Not to mention that after my admittedly weird lunch it seemed like every little thing in the company need my personal attention. "Pick something marked as a favorite, I genuinely don't care right now." Stupid virtual assistant. Why couldn't it see I was hungry and just, have the food? Sadly, there were limits to the intelligence of a V.A.. I could probably afford an automata that could do it, but that sounded like one more thing to boss around. I was about to turn on the holoview when I felt a slight rustling. Oh yeah, that. I pulled out a small pamphlet I got at lunch. The Eternal Children of the Lord Invite You to Play! It read across the top. It was made of the same hemp based paper that you'd find in traditionalist school rooms. Any other day I'd have just thrown it away thinking they were committed to some gimmick. But... that little girl's story earlier... ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Thanks mister! As you may know, we believe that to be a child is to be as we were in the Garden if Eden, as our Lord originally cweated us. Honestly, I thought it was a bunch of doodoo before I joined in. But my life was so overwhelming, like everything was just grey all the time. Now I live in a world of color and joy. Have a flyer!" ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ She had been about to say more, but the paci kid had an accident. I should have been grossed out. Dude looked like he was supposed to be my age, but almost instantly the automata with the trio began to fuss over him. I wanna be grossed out by the accident; no, I should be grossed out by it. Its just... I... I might be... a tiny bit... je... I shook the thought out of my head and I opened the pamphlet. The information inside mostly talked about the meeting on Saturday. Food would be provided, they'd talk about their history, answer good faith questions, and apperently a watch party afterwards for some new animated holofilm. "Hey V.A., do I have anything scheduled Saturday morning?" I asked nonchalantly. Not sure why, not like it would judge me for being a bit curious. "There is nothing scheduled until an early Buisness dinner. You are free until 16:30 in the afternoon. Would you like to add an event?" I thought about it for a moment. It would be over long before the dinner. I nodded, not trusting myself to say it out loud. With that taken care of, I switched on the Holoview and browsed available shows. I idly clicked around, not really picking anything to really watch. At some point, the door rang with the food V.A. ordered. Opening the bag, I found a plate of chicken strips and fries. Huh. Forgot that was on my favorites list. Surprised it's still open, but things never really die anymore. Still, must have been like thirty years since I last ordered it. Maybe it was the earlier conversations, maybe it was the food I'd not had in years; but a random thought occured to me. I had no real reason to not do it, so may as well ask. "Hey V.A.. what shows are currently popular for children?" The V.A. brought up a list of shows. JayJay's Interesting Adventures, MicroMechs, FoxHound Spy Agency, Our Hero School... the list was far too long. "Actually, V.A.? Surprise me." I opened one of the packages of dipping sauce as the animated opening played. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ I made it to the meeting just a few minutes before it was scheduled to start. Despite my V.A.'s insistence, I couldn't believe this was the meeting place until I passed by it three times. The 'church' that the meeting was being held in looked more like a glorified daycare than a place of worship. Inside wasn't much different. Candy colored walls over soft, bright carpets that had clearly had plenty of stains added in and cleaned out. Parts of what I assume was a large playpen were pushed to the side, and a few stuffed animals and assorted toys had managed to find their way out of storage here and there. It didn't help that while there was only about twenty or so people here; most seemed to be dressed in the hyper childish manner that implied they were already members of this immature congregation. "I knew I'd find you here." I jumped at the voice behind me. I'd been so focused on the environment that I didn't even notice someone sneaking up on me. Naturally, a girlish laugh followed at my minor fright. I turned, unable to keep a smile from showing on the edge of my scowl. It was the girl from a few days ago. Today she was wearing a tie dye sundress and a pink, unzipped sweater. "I'm Layla. Welcome!" The girl smiled and held out her hand. Can't say I expected to be snuck up on like that, but I suppose it was nice to see the girl who invited me. "Josiah. So, is there any coffee here?" I asked her. It was still fairly early after all. Of course, Layla shook her head. "Coffee is a grown up drink, so we don't therve it here. There's juice though." She pointed to a nearby consession stand. Huh, can't believe I missed that. Also can't believe these over grown wanna be kids are able to be this peppy in the morning without coffee. Maybe they were right about some things. "Why don't you go and take a seat. Big Sis is about to talk. I'll bring you some juice, kay!" Before I could object, Layla had already walked away. Well, I was thirsty anyway. Not wanting to disappoint my newfound friend, I walked over to the floor mats and prepared to listen to the sermon. There were a few others sitting on the floormats in front of the stage already. The more childishly dressed ones were happily chatting together about one thing or another. I was happy to see two or three other guys like me in jeans and polos. One of them was talking to a woman in a sundress that also looked out of place. It was nice to know I wasn't the only one curious about this. I didn't have long to wait after I took my seat for things to begin. The lights above flashed on and off once, which seemed to be a sign as all the 'children' still standing around quickly found their way to a mat. Layla quickly returned and handed me a surprisingly large juice box before sitting right next to me. Eh, when in Rome. With a quiet thanks, I punched in the straw and took a sip and... wow. My eyes instantly widened. The taste was so vivid. So... real! I examined the juice box again, but i didn't see any sort of explanation on there. Only a picture of an apple. With only one expert on hand, I looked to Layla. "Is this real fruit juice?" Impossible. Had to be a bluff. No group, no matter how much they wanted to recruit people, would give away real juice like this. That stuff was incredibly expensive. Layla was no help. Apperently, something about my face was funny, as my reaction only made her laugh. "Silly, what else would it be?" Which... no... no way. Before I could press her any more on this insane luxury, she shushed me and pointed to a young woman walking onto the small stage. Unlike the rest of the Edenites I've seen, this woman seemed to present herself in a way that most normal folk would call acceptable. She wore comfortable looking jeans and a pale blue button up shirt with a large sunflower on one side. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail. She gave off a vibe that just screamed 'high school babysitter'. Probably meant she was the 'Big Sis' Layla had mentioned. "Good Morning my little brothers, little sisters, and all my little siblings!" The congregation applauded and cheered st that. "I also see we have a few newcomers. Whether you come again or not, let me thank you for a least coming to see the Path with open eyes and open hearts. I am Big Sister Katrina, or Sissy Kat, whichever is easier for you to say." Another round of applause, this one I even joined in on with much less enthusiasm than most of the people around me. "Before we get to the scripture for the day, I want to talk about our way of life a little bit for those that are new. Let me start by saying I know how we look from the outside. I was once like you, looking in and laughing at the people that willingly become as children." A lot of the people around me nodded along, though the ones that were new like me seemed to look away for a moment. "And then I came to my first sermon, much like you are now. Then I went to my second. Then my fourth. I made friends. I went to Playdates. I learned that this was a life to be celebrated. That we could return to a freedom that we gave away in the name of being 'mature', or 'responsible', or 'grown-up'. I know some of you heard rumors that we modify our mind and archive our adulthood. Let me tell you that that is true. It isn't a secret to he ashamed of. In fact, most of my ability to process the world as an adult has been locked away. In all but the years I've lived, I am a teenager. Many of those around you have done the same. And I can tell you that none of us have ever been happier!" There was a roaring round of cheers at that. I'm not sure how to really feel about the information though. I mean, I'd heard the rumors, but I never believed them. Was it really not just an act? My ruminations were silenced as the Big Sister continued speaking. "Now a quick announcement. For nearly a decade now, I have served as the Big Sibling, helping to guide you on your Path. One day I will rejoin my little siblings on the journey to New Eden. A day that's coming sooner rather later actually. In fact, my own Nan and I have already begun training my successor, who will be announced at our next full meeting early next month." She pointed to an automata wearing a light blue dress and a frilly apron. For some reason, Layla began sitting taller on her mat next to mine. "Any of the newcomers that have questions about the path to New Eden are welcome to come ask me questions after the sermon, and before the film showing. I will happily share with you my own tales about my journey. Now, let me begin the sermon with a prayer. Those that know the words are encouraged to join in." The Big Sister bowed her head. Around me, every one of her 'little siblings' did the same. Made it easy to see the others that were new. Most seemed to be feeling the same confusion and hesitance that I was. "I am a Child of the Lord. To be free of responsibility, is to be made in the Great Caretakers' image. I embrace my childhood as my true self. To walk the path to New Eden is to to walk the path to true freedom." All the siblings spoke in unison with her. The big sister then raised her head as her automata created a holoview of their holy text. Even from down below the stage, I could see that there were just as many pictures as there were words. "Today, I will read to you from the Book of New Genesis, as transcribed by our prophet, Dennis." I'll admit, I tuned out much of the biblical reading. The pictures were very well drawn however. The automata would display them along with the reading to better show the story. Honestly, those stook out to me more than the words. A child running free chasing after a friendly dog. A trio of friends eating ice cream in a park, pretending the bench was the edge of a great clock tower. A woman that mourned the loss of a childhood friend who'd grown cold and distant by the world. An unhappy man that looked longingly at the love and affection others seemed to get so freely. The images and the stories told if them were heart wrenching. It was so easy to see myself in so much of what was being presented. "It's okay to cry." Layla whispered beside me. Before I could begin to deny the accusation, she lifted her hand and wiped off a tear that had somehow found it's way onto my face. "Crying is how the body is supposed to let its emotions flow." I turned away from her. Maybe it was okay for her to cry, but I wasn't like her. I was a grown up. An adult. Am an adult. I am an adult, not was. ... ... ... I wiped the tears from my face and listened to the sermon more closely. I took another sip of my juice box, letting the marvel of its flavor distract me from the feelings the images brought up within me. If nothing else, I'd stay for the film. Would he nice to have something more light hearted after this.

Hello! Here is the first chapter of a new story. This is a commissioned story. Thanks! Bully Trapped in a Baby’s Body (Commission) Chapter 1 One might be forgiven for assuming that Ryan Smith was a toddler. By every available visual metric, Ryan looked and had the strength and body of two-and-a-half-year-old boy even though he was in fact 26 years old. When Ryan was two years old, he had brain cancer. The resulting chemotherapy had saved his life but rendered his pituitary gland practically dormant. This stopped his brain from being able to regulate growth and metabolic functions. Put simply, his brain was no longer able to help him grow older and Ryan was hungry quite often. This also meant that he had a hard time getting certain vitamins in his body and had to take a special formula for his body to process them. At 2 feet 10 inches, Ryan had always had to look up at everyone he spoke to. Including his 5-year-old niece Sarah that had surpassed his height almost a year ago. This was always something that bothered Ryan considering that he had come from a tall family. His father had been 6 foot 8 inches and his mother was 6 foot 4 inches. Hell, even his 24-year-old sister Jennifer (or Jenny as everyone called her) is gigantic at 6 feet 5 inches. When he stood next to her, he only came up to her knee. Whenever anybody saw them standing together, they would always wrongfully assume that Jenny was Ryan’s mother and Sarah was his older sister. However, for the way things worked at home, Jenny was Ryan’s mother. When Ryan was 17 years old his parents had died in a tragic car accident. This was devastating to Ryan and Jenny. Jenny knew that she would have to look after her 17-year-old brother. Thankfully, their parents had very generous life insurance policies and when they died, Ryan and Jenny had inherited millions. So, over the next 9 years, Jenny had gotten used to changing Ryan’s diapers, feeding him his formula, making him meals, driving him everywhere and treating him like a baby. Jenny wouldn’t have minded if Ryan wasn’t such a jerk. Ryan was constantly bullying Jenny’s daughter and Ryan would spend all of his time online, trolling and harassing people for fun. What Ryan lacked in height, he made up for in anger. Ryan’s anger was born from his resentment about his condition. He was so sick and tired of being helpless towards other people. He was angry about his sister treating him like a baby and his niece becoming taller and stronger than him. He felt constantly embarrassed about never being able to look a woman in the eye but rather having to look up at her ass. He had so little control in his everyday life that when an opportunity came around for him to finally have control over someone else, he took it. He would spend all of his time on social media, with fake accounts terrorizing anybody that he could. He would make fun of people with physical or mental disabilities; he would mock people going through divorces or personal tragedies; anything to help him feel powerful! Sarah was always his special target though. He resented Sarah since the day she was born. He hated knowing that one day early on she would outgrow him. He hated the fact that one day, she would probably end up changing his diapers. He hated her because he knew that she would become stronger and more independent than him. He REALLY started hating her the day that she finally outgrew him and became stronger than him. Even though she had height and strength on him, he would still be able to bully her through general meanness. Ryan would bully her by destroying her dolls, putting chewed gum in her hair, pushing her over whenever he saw her and calling her names. Ryan knew he was acting the age that he looked by doing this but he just didn’t care. Every diaper change that he was given by his giant of a sister made him that more determined to act out. “Ryan can you please come over and see me?” Jenny calmly called out to Ryan. Ryan waddled over to Jenny. His diapers always made it impossible for him to walk normally. Just another thing that made Ryan angry. Never being able to walk normally. “What do you want?” Ryan said in a snarky tone. Jenny took a deep breath in, determined to not lose her temper. “Ryan, I don’t know why you have been so angry and moody but I want to sit down and talk to you, one adult to another,” Jenny calling Ryan an adult always helped calm him down. “I want you to know, that I understand that you must feel a level of frustration that I can’t even begin to imagine. I know that you must feel that life is unfair that you have been cursed to live in the body of a toddler while I was not. I get it.” Ryan started to feel a little understood. This only scratched the surface about how he felt but it was a start. “Having said that, I cannot allow you to continue to bully my daughter and your niece. She is a 5-year-old girl for goodness’s sake. She has never done anything to harm you. If you want to be a troll online than do it, but just leave my daughter alone.” Ryan never liked being told to what to do. “And if I don’t stop?” Jenny got down on her hands and knees and brought her face right up close to Ryan’s, she stared right into Ryan’s eyes. Jenny had always had very large breasts, and she was wearing a low-cut shirt so Ryan couldn’t help himself when his eyes quickly left hers to take a quick glance at her cleavage. It was rare for Ryan to even have the vantage point available to look at her cleavage so he didn’t even care that it was his sister’s cleavage. Jenny ignored her brother briefly checking her out and calmly said, “If you don’t then I will be forced to put you in your place. I will start treating you like the baby that you have been acting like.” When Ryan heard that, his face turned a deep red color. “You will START treating me like a baby?” he bellowed, “BITCH that’s all you’ve been doing to me my whole life. You put me in diapers, you change me, feed me in a high chair, you have to put me in a car seat, you even put me in a stroller for longer walks outside. If you are going to threaten me, then threaten me with something that you’re not already doing.” Jenny held her level gaze, “Ryan you are my brother and I love you. I have always tried to you with respect. Yes, I have had to do all those things that you just said but that was out of necessity. Do you think that I enjoy doing that? No, I don’t and I wish I didn’t have to. I wish that you could be the adult that you crave to be, BUT, if you think that I have been treating you like a baby then you are wrong and if you bully Sarah one more time, then you will find out how wrong you are. Should you attempt to pick on Sarah again, I will be forced to answer your call to arms.” Ryan held her gaze and looked at her fuming. “What a fucking bitch!” he thought to himself, “If she thinks that she can tell me what to do then she has another thing coming.” Ryan knew that Jenny hated changing messy diapers and he already had something in the chamber. Ryan immediately squatted down and messed his diaper in front of Jenny. He released a loud gurgled fart as the same time that he messed his diaper. “I’ll think about what you said but change my diaper bitch,” he spat at her. Jenny narrowed her eyes and picked up her ungrateful brother and brought him over to the changing table. She pulled down his jeans and pulled off his diaper revealing his hairless genitalia. She wiped his butt down with baby wipes, and lifted his butt in the air by grabbing his ankles in one hand and lifting him. She continued holding him in the air for a good 5 seconds before calmly saying, “Ryan, I am beginning to lose my patience but please just stop bullying Sarah. I don’t care that you are treating my poorly right now. But just don’t bother my daughter anymore….. or else.” Jenny then slid a fresh diaper under Ryan sprinkled him with baby powder and fastened the diaper up between his legs. Ryan could not believe that he was being given an ultimatum. It was in that moment while being changed by his sister on the changing table that he thought of the perfect way to bully Sarah. He would punish Jenny for what she threatened to do. Besides what’s the worst that could happen he thought evilly.

To make up for the short chapter yesterday, how about the longest chapter in the story? As always, questions, comments, and typos are all welcome. Chapter 6: The First Playdate Three weeks. I could scarcely believe three weeks had already passed since I visited the New Edenites meeting. I won't say I'm a convert, but some of the things they said resonated with me. I've been trying to find small ways to recapture some of the magic of that place. I watched more of JayJay's. The show was over the top and the plot lines were absurd. It had its charm though. The characters were likable, and I wouldn't really call myself a fan. Just... as long as I ignore the shirt I have on under my sweater it will be fine. "Ugh, What am I even doing?" I'd been pacing in front of a suprisingly nice apartment complex for at least half an hour now. I'm not even entirely sure why I accept that invitation. I only met the girl like, twice. And gave her my V.A. message box. And had a few conversations about JayJay lore with her. She called it a Playdate. Said it was something that they do meet up outside of the monthly gatherings. She made it sound so special too. I force myself to take a deep breath and stop pacing. I was going to go in there, say hello for a for long enough to be polite, then leave. Besides, she probably had to go to bed early for the next meeting tomorrow. With that plan in mind, I began my march towards the door to the place. Only to have it open before i could even ring the bell. Layla stood on the other side looking incredibly smug, "I was wondering how long you were gonna stay out there. Come in, My Nan's making dinner." She then took hold if my hand, literally skipping as she pulled me down the hall to her apartment. What was it with this girl? Every time I met her she seemed to throw me off balance. In no time flat, she opened the door to her apartment. It was somehow both exactly what I expected, and nothing at all like I anticipated. The first thing that hit me was the smell. No matter how long it's been, there's no forgetting what real chicken smells like when slow cooked. Which... wow. First the real fruit, now real chicken? I'm far from broke, actually fairly well off, but even I can't afford the sheer luxury of real meat. Yet the sheer delicacy of that couldn't hide the faint scent of ammonia. They must have done some deep cleaning recently. The walls were covered in a mix of pictures of Layla and some of the other Edenites I saw at the meeting, and posters. So many posters: musical acts, paintings, and cartoons littered the walls. I tried not to react to the JayJay poster she had hanging up. Though I could maybe admit I wanted one for myself. Just to break up the monotony of my own walls. Not because I was becoming a fan or anything. I had expected to see more toys around, and while there were a few stuffed animals here and there; the apartment looked more like something one of my coworkers with a kid would live in. "Coat rack's by the door. Nan said dinner will be ready for half an hour. So we got time to chat, or watch cartoons, or do whatever." Layla told me as she walked to a couch. She hopped over the armrest and left her legs dangling over it. Not wanting to keep her waiting, I shyly took my sweater and tossed it onto the coat rack. I'm sure I was blushing as I approached the couch. Layla's smirk as she noticed my shirt probably made it worse. Why did I wear this, this was just an impulse buy I was going to keep in my closet. "So," Layla began, and i must say she had to have some shark in her DNA somewhere. She had the face of one that was circling it's prey. "Nice Shirt." The shirt in question featured the titular JayJay posing for a camera. "Yeah well... nice overalls." I muttered out, not quite meeting her gaze. "Thanks. Nan picked then out for me." Her smile didn't let up, even as she rolled backwards into a perfect sitting position. Which I admit, was somewhat impressive. Didn't even wind up for it. If course, she wasn't one to ignore a conversation. "You're a JayJay fan?" I nodded my head. I didn't know why I was so embarrassed. It's not like she would judge me for it. Didn't mean it was easy to admit out loud. She didn't give me time to continue my internal dialogue however. "Look Josiah, you seem tense. This is a safe place for you to relax and have fun. If you feel uncomfortable, or if it sounds like I'm teasing you; just let me or my Nan know. Okay?" That... actually helped. I was still finding it hard to talk about any of this in such a personal setting. I nodded though, which Layla seemed to take as a reasonable enough answer. "Good, and don't worry. You're not the first shy guy I've had playdates with. Take a seat." She patted to the spot on the couch she'd been sitting prior to her impromptu gymnastics. "Why don't we just watch an episode of JayJay's Interesting Adventures while we wait for dinner?" I resisted glancing back at the door. I was here to learn, and have a good time. If nothing else, Layla's words and her automata's cooking eroded away what resistance I had to staying. "I'd like that." I said as I took the seat. Layla called up the holoview, and one of the early episodes I hadn't seen began to play. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Go JayJay! I'll hold them back!" "But Abdul!" "There's no time to argue, just go! And JayJay!" *The heroine looked back go her new friend who'd already won a place in her heart* "My friends call me Ava" "Nooo, Ava! Don't do it!" Layla shouted from her spot next to me. It was a different experience watching the show with someone else. I'll admit, her energy was infectious. I'd been bouncing on the couch with her at all the excitement and drama unfolding before us. Of course, before we could see how Ava and JayJay got out of this situation, the holoview paused. "Kids, dinner is ready." The automata called out from the kitchen. Suddenly, it felt like I had been slammed back into myself. I wasn't a kid. Just because I was watching cartoons. And cheering at the screen. And I was at a Playdate. This... this wasn't me. I owned a buisness. I grew out of this stuff over a century ago. If anyone saw that I was enjoying this stuff my career would be ruined, my employees left to rot, and, and, and... And there's a soft hand on my shoulder. A voice telling me to breath slowly. I try and listen, and I'm able to get my breathing back under control. My distress fades only to more embarrassment. I haven't had a panic attack like that in decades. I look over to thank Layla for helping me calm down but... it's not her hand I see. The automata stood over me in what I'm now assuming is their normal uniform. My thanks freezes on my tongue. It didn't seem to notice, as it began to speak. "There now, my child. I detected you were in distress. Are you feeling better?" It was the first time I'd really heard one of them speak. The technology was amazing as the mouth of the machine accurately moved with the words it said. Its voice what had to be the definition of matronly. It simply sounded... safe. I nodded again. Inwordly, I chided myself for not saying anything out loud. First Layla, now her automata. What was it with this place and making feel like a... Like... Well, like a shy child. And why wasn't I minding it? "Good. I like to hear all little boys and girls in my care are happy. I detect you have a V.A.. Would you like me to upload techniques for managing panic attacks to it?" That was... actually not a bad idea. Once more I nodded, leading the automata to smile. "Very well. Why don't you go join Layla in the kitchen, and I'll prepare the upload." With that she helped me stand and pointed me off to the kitchen. I wasn't sure if I wanted to face Layla after that little episode, but I suppose she needed an explanation. I walked to the kitchen with my head low. Layla was preparing our plates with the smile I'd become so used to seeing on her face gone, replaced by a furrowed brow that made her seem so much older than she normally presented herself. I coughed into my hand to get her attention. "Hey," o said, like that could encompass my complicated feelings. She turned to look at me, wringing her hands together. I wasn't much better, standing on the opposite side of the table shuffling my feet. Finally I spoke. "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry" We looked at each other, having both spoken at the same time. "No, I'm sorry" "No, I'm sorry" "I shouldn't have" "I shouldn't have" "Wait, let me go first" "Wait, let me go first" We both stopped talking and glared at each other for a moment, before Layla's frown was clearly trying to contain laughter. I was also doing much the same truth be told. We stared each other down like gunslingers in the cowboy myths. "Listen, I" "Listen, I" And that was it. Serious moment was gone as the first giggles burst from Layla's chest. My own chuckles quickly followed, and both ramped up exponentionally into full blown laughter. After a minute or so, we calmed down enough that Layla was able to grab our plates and set them on the table. Ultimately, she was the one that broke our post laugh silence first. "Look, I'm sorry. Before you try and apologize, I've been coming on a bit too strong." She grabbed some normal glasses out of the cabinets, though I did spy what seemed to be plastic cartoon cups tucked away. "You're still not even on the Path, and I'm practically throwing you in to the deep in. Nan calling you a kid is what did it, right?" I nod and take a seat. "Thought so. How about this then," she set a cup of some sort of juice next to my plate and sat down on the opposite side of the table. "Let's do some q and a. Go ahead and ask me whatever you want, and I'll answer it." This conversation was not going at all like I expected. A sigh escapes me as I realize just how many things haven't gone as expected today. I stare at my food, which is some sort of slow cooked chicken and vegetables, and only one question comes to mind. "Is this food real?" Apperently I asked at the wrong time, as Layla nearly choked on a drink of her juice. "Wow, yeah, actually." She coughed into a napkin and wiped some juice from her lips. "Its in line with the Great Work's plan. We only eat real foods as much as possible." "Really?" She nods. "Isn't that expensive?" "Yup! But that's why we have the Great Work." She explained, though that didn't really explain anything. The Great Work had been mentioned in the sermon I went to but... "What is the Great Work?" I asked. Layla took a moment to chew as I could practically watch the gears turning inside her head. "The Great Work is..." she stopped for a second, "The Great Work is everything that helps us live on the Path to New Eden." She points at the Automata in the other room. "It's what manages our N.a.n.n.y. automata. It handles our funds, and makes sure all live comfortably as we walk the Path. It's the collective parents of all us Children of the Lord." "A giant hedge fund then." That made sense to me. Explained how they could afford all of the real food and not just the synthetic stuff. Honestly, this was practically five star restaurant cooking here. The food alone was almost enough for me to want to join the Path. Layla just shrugged in response though, so I figured that would be enough of that line of questioning. "Not to sound offensive or anything but you're a lot more..." mature? Adult? It was hard to find the right word, but it seemed Layla already knew what I was implying. "Eloquent?" She offered. I shyly nodded as I ate some more of the food. "That's because I'm not as far along on the Path as some of my Siblings. I was honestly playing it up a bit when I handed you the flyer. Some people rush to New Eden once they get their first taste of it. Others, like me and Big Sister Kat take our time on the road." That made sense. To be fair though, that wasn't the thing that stuck out the most about that day. Plus, I knew some of the rumors about the Children that I had to ask. "On that day, one of the people with you-" "Pissed his pants?" "I was going to state it a bit more delicately than that." I grumbled out. Which just made her laugh again. "Do all of you... you know..." she rolled her eyes at how I danced around the question. "What, pee ourselves? Have accidents? Lack potty training? Need diapers?" I think my face got redder the more she spoke. Of course, that had what was quickly becoming a typical result. "It depends," she started, putting me out of my misery, "everyone who's completed the Path is completely incontinent. But it varies person to person. Some people end up needing protection day and night after their first Purification, some use the potty all the way to the end." Without thinking my eyes glanced down to where her waist would be under the table. It was only for a minute, but it was clear she noticed. "Before you ask, I don't need protection during the day. I am a bedwetter though. Nan makes sure I'm wearing protection every night." She seemed proud of that fact. I couldn't imagine ever imagine being proud of such a thing. Just thinking about made me feel... (Jealous) (Curious) (Small) Humiliated. Definatly humiliated. I shook those errant thoughts from my head and focused on the food. Layla thankfully didn't interrupt my thoughts and let us eat in silence for a few minutes. I had one more question though. One last thing on my mind I wanted to know. "Why did you join the path?" For once, Layla was the one that hesitated, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. She set it back down on her plate for a moment. "It's complicated." She took a drink of her juice as she put thoughts to words. "When I was young, like actually young. Not even twenty yet, my mother died. Yes, it doesn't happen often, but people still die in the age of immortality we live in." Either shock was written plain on my face, or she had to deal with that response. I was about to say my condolences when she continued. "It was almost fifty years ago now, but I still miss her. I lived with my dad after, but he never new what to do with me. Moment I hit thirty was the last time I ever saw him." She stopped long enough to finish the bite I'd distracted her from. "After that, I bounced from job to job. Just going through the motions in life. I thought all there was to life was to just be productive until the next day. Then I ran into a group asking people to come to the next meeting. They showed me there was more to life. That I could be happy, and loved. That I could have a family again. After three or four meetings, I asked the Big Brother in charge of our group to Adopt me into the family. A year later I met my Nan. We've been together about five years now. And before you ask, that's actually a long time to be where I am on the Path. But nothing makes me happier than seeing all my brothers and sisters find their own roads. Can I tell you a secret?" She leaned closer to me. I was so invested in her story that I didn't notice I had done the same. "Big Sister Kat is going to announce it tomorrow, but I'm going to take her place as she resumes her own Path towards our New Eden. The meeting after next, I get to perform the first Purification rite she's had in a decade." "That sounds," I struggled to find the words. It was easy to connect with her story. My own parents had passed before the age of immortality had begun. One of the last of the dying, only missing out by a small handful of years. So much of what she said... (I could have a new family) (But I'd be giving up everything I've worked for) (But it could be worth it) "That sounds like you've been through a lot. I'm happy you've found something that helps you." Was all I could say. I don't know if she could read my mind somehow, but she reached for my hand across the table. "It could help you too, ya know." She gripped my hand supportively, before returning to her dinner. I really had nothing else to say or ask at that point. We ate in silence for a few moments until our plates and cups had emptied. She then stood and took my hand. "Come on, Nan handles dishes during Playdates. Let me show you something." At that moment, I realized something. We were the same in so many ways. I had felt lost in a grey world for so long, and this woman... no, this girl had all the answers I'd needed for so long. I don't think there's anywhere I wouldn't follow her. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Welcome to my art studio and bed room." Layla waved me inside like how a child would imagine a butler opening the gates to a mansion. I couldn't help but let out an involuntary "Wow" as I walked in. While there was a bed with what I assumed had once been white sheets, stacked against one wall was an array of paintings with all sorts if subjects. They ranged from animals, to people, to clothing, to what looked like fan art from a show I didn't know. Next to the paintings was a desk covered in art supplies. "Everyone who sees it has the same reaction. I've thought about having Nan help me turn my guest room into an art studio, but I'd just end up sleeping in there." Layla explained as she walked over to the desk. "Fortunately, Nan can get it off the walls. I can be a bit messy when I get hit by an idea." I was still distracted by all her paintings. Still, the walls did look like they'd been hit by numerous stray drops of paint. "You did all of this yourself?" I asked, and she nodded. Some of these were really well detailed. "Would you believe me if I said I could barely paint before I started on my Path?" I looked at her at that. I wanted to say no, but she had been so sincere the entire time I'd been here. "Its something I never bothered with when I was a grownup. I didn't see the point in doing it if I wasn't good enough to start. The fact that I didn't know how to make the few ideas in my mind come to life on a page not me from learning." She explained, "but without the grownup part of me that had its idealism, and its willingness to do things not because I was good at it, but because I enjoyed it. Well, just look." And I did. It was beautiful. There was a fox chasing its tail in a verdant field. Children playing on a playground. I look through her paintings until one made me stop. It was a silhouette of a man in gray. The empty shadow was defined by an explosion of color that seemed to stop just before reaching the poor subject. The man in the painting looked so sad and depressed despite the lack of detail. I got the sense he would be so much happier if he just let the color in. "Right, well," Layla said, knocking me out of my train of thought. "Were you gonna come to the meeting tomorrow?" She looked so hopeful that I'd say yes. It was something I'd be going back and forth over in my mind since the last one. I looked back at the painting again, and I knew my answer. I didn't want to be that man in gray. I wanted to live in Layla's world of color. So I nodded. Apperently, that was the right answer as Layla instantly ran over and hugged me. "Awesome! Ita gonna be so much fun! Ooh, why dont we make this a sleepover. That way we can go together!" "But I don't have my sleepwear." Was the only response I had to the hug and the question. It had come so far out of left field, that I hadn't been expecting it. It was only after I spoke that I realized I hadn't said no. A fact Layla seemed to quickly pick up on. "No worries, I have extra!" She let go of me and leaped to the door to her closet. Throwing the door open, she moved some clothing around to show off a collection of pajamas. I didnt even realize it was possible to have more than one or two sets. Nightgowns, full body sleepers, tops and bottoms sharing hangers; all of it was color coded too. Layla quickly grabbed one of the big sleepers that looked like a purple unicorn. She then pulled a bag of a shelf I didn't see. Across the side in large letters read 'SleepWells'. Those must have her... protection. She must have noticed I was staring, as that shark-like smile returned to her face. She was planning something. She tossed the bag onto the bed and reached inside. After grabbing one from the it she winked at me for some unknown reason. "I'll go get dressed in the bathroom. Feel free to pick out anything to sleep in." She flung the sleeper over her shoulder and waved at me with the SleepWell. By the time I thought to get a word on edgewise she was gone. Well, since I'm stuck at a sleepover now, may as well pick out something to sleep in. I admit there was a small, extremely, super tiny part of me that was having fun being spun in circles by this girl. With a smile on my face, I started shifting through the outfits. Fortunately, there wasn't too much of a size difference between us, so I shouldn't have an issues fitting anything. I was just about to pull out a relatively tame two piece set when I saw it from the corner of my eye. I quickly moved through to look at the nightgowns and there it was: an almost perfect recreation of JayJay's nightgown from episode 30 "Fistfights at Bedtime". I pulled it out of the closet for a better look. The detail was incredible, from the pale orange waves near the bottom to the gradient into the dark blue starry sky at the top. It even had the piece sign on the back. I looked between the nightgown and the two piece set I had originally picked out. Was I really considering this over that? I mean... she probably wouldn't laugh at me for it. And she did say I could wear anything. My hands move on auto pilot as I set the gown on the bed. I almost feel like I'm watching myself move. The button on my pants come undone and fall to the ground. I feel my shirt remove itself more than I feel myself take it off. I stand before the nightgown in not but my underwear when I realized that I set the gown next to the open bag of SleepWells. I don't know what possessed me to pull one out of the bag. It was thinner than I imagined. Softer too. They were a pale pink with rainbows and hoof prints up and down the center. I set it down next to the gown and stared at it. I... I couldn't... I didn't... "Josiah! Nan's making dessert!" Layla's shout snapped me out of my fugue state. "Be right there!" I shouted back. Then I... I got dressed for bed. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ I laid down on the bed in Layla's guestroom. Idly my fingers rubbed the hem of my gown. Despite the emotional turbulence of the Playdate, I had a lot of fun. Nan's dessert was the best I've ever had. All Layla had to say about my choice was that it looked good on me. That made me smile again. I'm not sure why. I don't think ive ever really looked good in anything. The gown was really comfortable. I don't think I could bring myself to get something like this though. I wish I could though. I yawned. It had gotten late, and we had to be up early for the meeting. I pulled the covers over myself and got comfortable. I stared up at the mobile that hung above the guest bed. I watched it dance in it's small circle for a moment before I shut my eyes. Soon all that would be heard will be soft snores, and a slight rustle as a nice about in my sleep. As consciousness faded and I entered the land of dreams, one final thought appeared in my mind. One that settled a decision I hadn't realized I'd been contemplating. I wish Layla could be my Big Sister, too.

I have worn them in public for over 20 years. Some are plain solid color, some are decorated with cartoon characters. I have one babypants shortall with snappy legs. On that one i did cover over the crawling baby logo to wear them in public. Never got a comment on the snaps. They are just shorts, unless they are too "flashy" as in decorated in dolls and lace, or perhaps flowers and you are a boy.

My poop hits my diaper whenever it chooses. I have no say in the matter as to what position I am in or where I am at. I have had poopy accidents in public and it is absolutely embarrassing when it happens. Luckily, most of my pooping accidents happen at home. I have pooped my diaper many times while standing, sitting, kneeling, and even driving. I have pooped in supermarkets, Home Depot, Walmart, and a few other stores. None of my accidents were by choice and I always left the store as soon as the accident happened so I did not stink up the store.

“So George wants to try a diaper.” Linda looked at her friend in surprise. “Gorgeous George? The new grad that joined last month?” “Yep, that’s the one.” replied Suzie, nodding and smiling. “He was struggling with stress so I extolled the benefits of just letting go from time to time.” “Oh, nice. Are you going to help him with fitting?” Linda winked. “Oh, of course,” said Suzie, “a little bit of promise too, so that when he needs a change he’ll welcome the attention.” Linda nodded. “Nice thinking,” she said, “Nothing like a spot of sexual tension to assure compliance.” Suzie grinned and gave an evil chuckle, making Linda look over with a quizzical look. “Oh, I’m going further than that. He’ll be in a nice schoolgirl uniform, lacey petticoats barely hiding… What?” Suzie stopped, looking in confusion at Linda shaking her head. “No, too much too fast,” explained Linda. “Start with a pretty dress, the old ‘trousers won’t fit over that’ line, follow up with ‘you look so lovely’ then when you change him that gives you the opening. ‘Oh Georgie you look so adorable like this. But that’s a woman’s dress and, well, a diaper is for someone younger.’” She paused, smiled nastily and continued, “That’s when you suggest the schoolgirl uniform.” Suzie laughed and shook her head. “Ah, Linda, I like your style but you forget. I’ve been working him for a month already. I can get him straight into the diaper and schoolgirl outfit, then at that first change still go ahead with your ‘but you look so adorable and young’ direction and take him straight back even from there.” Linda asked, “Further? So…?” Suzie nodded. “Yes. Sweet little Georgie is going to finish his first date in a onesie. By the end of the weekend I’ll have him wet, messy and entirely under my control.” Linda sighed at her friend. “I’m so jealous,” she said, “Why can’t you like girls instead?”

There's a couple of towns I feel this way about.

There was one time about 12 years ago I was in deep little space and didn't have a diaper on and was being silly and accidently went on the floor while running. That was not fun to clean up lmao. And being a dork isn't such a bad thing! Hi! Its nice to meet you. I'm noticing how welcoming everyone is. Its been wonderful and I'm slowly learning the site.

That's like me as well, I can poop into my diaper, standing, sitting, squatting and even on all fours.

I myself if I poop laying down it's cause it's bedtime ? I just roll over and go to sleep ( I'll deal with it in the morning LOL)Other times it's standing doing whatever and I simply carry on. The smell doesn't bother me at all it's part of the deal and yes the clean up is kind of a pain but also part of the deal. It would be more little life if someone would clean me up. PS for the nite part it would be mortifying if the house caught fire ? in the middle of the night. ???

Hi At beddy time I snuggle with my stuffed animal and pacifier and I can slip into little with minimal awareness ? then waking up I really have to force myself out of it. I dred being big. For playtime I can really immerse myself to where big life around me is just kinda running in the background. BUT maybe ? I don't entirely pull out because I carry some of my little into my big life. Oh and whene I am little I am almost entirely mute cause the sound of my own voice is weirdly unnerving (cause it doesn't fit).

Part 6: While Ashley and Mike were talking and laughing, Diane realized she looked suspicious when she was standing alone and talking with Alaife silently. She headed to the group of women watching a stupid morning TV show and sat down on a chair. Her eyes were focused on the TV but her mind was somewhere else: ’Alaife, could you help me with my task? I have to admit I haven’t been successful so far.’ ’Of course Diane, I can. You probably didn’t consider all the limitations.’ ’Sure; I hardly can find something while being restricted in the straitjacket.’ ’This is no problem for me. I can get everywhere and I’ve explored the building already.’ ’Okay, we can arrange some action later. Excuse me …’ Diane felt the pressure in her bowels after breakfast. ’Don’t worry and do your business. Sorry Diane but I know about your urge.’ Diane blushed but she realized that Alaife’s help would be more important than the embarrassment knowing about her urges. She sighed and pushed the load into her diaper. Ashley also felt the urge and blushed a little; after all she was standing next to a handsome young man. However she recalled the earlier experience when she peed in front of him. A crazy idea hit her: “Hey Mike; do you have to go after breakfast?” she continued laughing. “Sure, I do as well; fortunately it is regular for me.” “You are talking like my grandma; she also was glad to poop regularly.” MIke laughed even more and his face got red when he pushed. Ashley was amused and she did the same. “Mike, we can stay together.” About fifteen minutes later nurse Ellen asked the clients to queue in front of the bathroom. Ashley stayed close to Mike and hoped to be in the same group. This time they had to wait longer. “I think we'll take a shower today,” Mike turned to Ashley. She remembered the shower boxes and was overwhelmed by mixed feelings. She would be naked in front of Mike and it was both embarrassing and exciting for her. Ashley didn’t have any real experience with men except a few kisses. Mike was right; the orderlies led them to the shower boxes. The group consisted of Ashley, Mike, an older woman and Mike’s roommate Stanley. The orderlies arranged them in a way that Ashley was out between Mike and Stanley and Mike was put between Ashley and the older woman. Their legs were shackled in a spread position. After that the orderlies removed the straitjackets and hospital gowns and secured their wrists to the crossbars. The last step was removing the soiled diapers. All four clients were naked and could watch each other. The older woman stayed calm and she didn’t react at all even if the male orderly took a hose and cleaned her thoroughly. On the other hand Stanley turned his head to Ashley and his member got erected instantly. Ashley struggled desperately when she wanted to cover her poop smeared crotch and her young breasts but her wrists were trapped in the shackles. Mike had to watch the scene and he also tried to struggle; surprisingly he got aroused and his member got erected, too. The orderlies were quite amused and they took hoses and started hosing all three clients with cold water. The response was quick. Both erected members dropped down seconds later Ashley screamed when the cold water hit her body and she peed on the floor. All other clients stayed silent; they knew about the cold water already. The orderlies turned the clients around and continued cleaning them. After the first cleaning they stepped forward, got shower gel from dispensers and soaped up the four helpless bodies; they didn’t leave out any opportunity to massage Ahsley’s breasts and crotch and the crotches of both men. The older woman was lucky; a female orderly cleaned her and didn’t torment her in any way. After shower the orderlies unstrapped all four clients and strapped them to the changing tables to diaper them. Finally Ashley was freed from the changing table, straitjacketed and she could leave the bathroom along with her three mates. Diane was still waiting outside. As Ashley headed towards the common room, an orderly stopped her and led her back to her cell: “Hey, do you think you can scream like a monkey and pee while we are taking care of you? You need a lesson!” He strapped Ashley down to her bed and left for awhile to come back with a stand and a syringe. The stand was an IV pole with a big plastic bag full of liquid. It was connected to a hose with a pacifier gag. The orderly fixed the gag in her mouth and stuck the needle into her thigh. “You will drink all the fruit juice and the nurse brings you another one later. You can guess what the syringe is for,” he laughed and left. Ashley pressed her lips and sucked on the pacifier; a little fruit juice from the bag flowed into her mouth. It was delicious but she wasn’t thirsty. On the other hand Ashley imagined a little girl drinking from the baby bottle and smiled involuntarily. The cell was empty and silent and even the camera was off. Ashley tried to have a nap to pass the time quicker. She also was shocked and tired after the surprising events in the bathroom. Her eyes closed but she woke up about half an hour later; her bladder was bursting. She was surprised how quickly her bladder filled up but she realized the syringe. It had to be a diuretic and she had to face a punishment. Ahsley looked at the bag and imagined all the juice passing her kidneys and her bladder. The orderly also had mentioned another bag. The pressure in her bladder got unpleasant and almost painful when she relaxed the muscles and flooded the diaper. She sighed and closed her eyes again in a vain effort to fall asleep. Less than an hour later her bladder filled up again and she tried to hold her pee. ’Alaife, what is going on?’ ’Ash, you were given a strong diuretic. I guess you would pee about 5 or 6 liters until it wears off.’ ’However the diaper won’t hold it all.’ ’I’m afraid nobody is about to change you. The nurse was given an order to wait until noon.’ Ashley sighed and she realized she was thirsty out of dehydration from the two wettings. The bag was tempting but she was afraid of the next wetting and leaking. ’I’m thirsty but I’m afraid of more wettings.’ ’Ash, the diuretic makes you pee independently of your drinking. You will only feel worse if you don’t drink.’ The next wetting made the diaper leak and her pee soaked the nightshirt and bedsheet. The reek of urine spread across the room and tears appeared in Ashley’s eyes. However she had to face one more wetting and her back and legs were sitting in a pee puddle. Meanwhile she drank up the second half off the bag. Before lunch two orderlies entered the room, unstrapped her from the bed and dragged her to the bathroom; while she was walking, the pee was dripping down her legs. They escorted her to the bathroom and fixed to the shower pole. The water was cold but she did her best not to scream or pee. After the cleaning she was strapped down to the changing table and diapered with a thick night time diaper. As soon as the diaper was taped shut, Ahsley peed into it. The orderlies put a straitjacket on her and escorted her to the common room where Penny fed her lunch.

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Ten: Buttercup Spanking wasn’t entirely new to Effie. Her grandmother had been the paddling type - one of the very last of her kind, she suspected. Eleven years old felt like a very very long time ago, but in the scheme of things - and in consideration of her current age - it really wasn’t that long ago at all. She might as well have been paddled a week ago. Much more recently, in the minutes prior to when Effie had knocked on Margaret McCrea’s front door, Effie needed to come to terms with a hard truth: If she was going to do this for Layne and the store - and if she was going to come to this house at all - she had to be ready to fully commit. No matter what it was that this crazy lady wanted, it would be worth it if Hamish Bellencourt was on their side. And so, no, she wasn’t thrilled about taking off her short black skirt. Or her violet satin panties. She wasn’t at all eager for this woman, easily 20 years her senior, to see her nude from the waist down. “You promise?” Effie asked again. “What happens here stays here? No photos? No videos? No expectation that I will come back here again? No showing up in the store in the future and commenting on the things that happened here?” “What sort of monster do you take me as?” responded Margaret, clutching her chest as if greatly offended. “I just need to know that,” Effie said. “Because if you give me your word, I promise that I’ll do whatever wacky thing you want me to do.” “You have my word,” Margaret said, one hand on her chest and one hand raised as if being sworn in at court. “And my appreciation for being so open-minded.” “Okay,” Effie said. “Thank you. That means a lot to me, because…” “That’ll be enough talking, young lady.” Margaret’s voice had taken an abrupt swerve into stern and commanding. It stopped Effie in her tracks. More than that - it had immediately defined their roles. Margaret was in charge, and she would be respected. “Now then,” Margaret continued, after giving Effie a moment to let her authority sink in, “up on my lap. It’s time for your spanking, young lady.” As awkward as it was, and there was plenty of that, it could’ve been worse. After all, it hadn’t been that long ago since the last time she had been in this position. And she hadn’t forgotten it. Effie crawled over Margaret’s lap as she sat in a simple wooden dining room chair that she had pulled out from the table. Her midsection balanced on the top of the woman’s thighs, while her buttocks sat poised off the edge of her lap - the perfect position. She half-expected to hear something like “This will hurt me more than it will hurt you.” There was no such sentiment offered. She had still been in the process of nestling into Margaret’s lap when the first swat came in, stinging her bottom like a giant flat bee. She yelped louder than she thought she would’ve, or could’ve. She blushed, unprepared for having to sacrifice so much dignity so soon. The next four or five came at a steady rhythm - a firm slap, a pause, and then the next. Margaret had varied the force of her impact with each, making the next feel unpredictable in where - and how hard - it would land. Each eked out another short burst of noise from Effie’s mouth. “It is unfortunate for you that I know your type,” Margaret said. “All too well, in fact. I was once a little Effie. And I could have definitely used a firm paddling to keep me in my place” Effie heard the words, but hadn’t quite absorbed them. There were too many stimuli to focus on any one - and the most obvious were smacking her in the ass. “Six,” announced Margaret, tallying the number of swats so far. “Seven. Eight.” She could feel something happening, but it was hard to say what it was. It was an embrace of submission, for sure, but it was more. She was eleven years old again and she had just pushed her cousin into the lake. She was eight years old again and she had just thrown the bowl of lima beans into the trash can. She was five years old again and she had just wet her pants at the county fair. “Eleven. Twelve.” Effie had once begged an ex named Vincent to give her ass a few good cracks. He gave it a half-assed attempt - as he did with most things in their relationship. Now that she was getting to experience the real thing, she’d need more. It’d be a requirement of men, and women, moving forward. Or, she could just date Margaret. Very tempting. “Is that enough?” Margaret asked. Effie offered only a sheepish nod in response. “Then we best get you a few more, to make sure you don’t forget this anytime soon.” Fourteen, fifteen and sixteen landed in quick succession, targeting areas that had already turned red and throbbing. Whatever it was she had been thinking about - it was gone now. Effie had been driven to a blank numbness. The world faded and then blurred. She knew only two things now: her ass was absolutely killing her... “There. All done now, baby. Promise.” ...and she’d do anything to be called ‘baby’ by Margaret again. Margaret slowly and methodically rubbed Effie’s bruised and inflamed ass. The same palm and fingers that had caused such damage seconds ago now gently caressed her skin. It was a long ways from complete relief, but peace was being restored. “I know that’s not the most fun way to start our day off together. But I think it helped, don’t you? You seem so much more...supple now.” Effie agreed with this assessment. “We’ve got you feeling the part, but now we need to get you looking the part too. Come with me.” She had no resistance or hesitation in taking Margaret’s hand so that she could follow the woman through the house, up the stairs and towards another room. The paddling had warmed her bottom well enough that she hadn’t even considered the fact that she wasn’t wearing pants until they walked up the stairs. Before Margaret had opened the door, Effie imagined a nursery - not like the weird pseudo-closet that Layne worked on when he was in a mood, but the real thing. The place that the big babies who shopped at Bottoms Up either had or dreamed about owning. The door opened to reveal a pretty plain-looking guest room. Just a spare bed, some furniture, and some boxes that looked like they just had nowhere else to go. But there was no time to be disappointed. Sitting atop that bed was a small pile of folded diapers, just waiting for them. “I hope you don’t mind,” Margaret said, pointing to the diapers. “I made the selection myself.” “Buttercups,” Effie said softly. They were a cute style of diaper that Bottoms Up sold: Mostly pastel yellow with light blue flower shapes printed across it. “Shall we get these on you?” Effie nodded. “You must know what I need from you then, yes?” Effie might not have ever considered herself to be any sort of AB or DL, but she had absorbed a good amount of basic knowledge from just standing inside Bottoms Up. Stories people told. Discussions. Connecting dots when reading product descriptions. Observing the comments and conversations shared in the comments of social media. She knew how this worked - she knew the motions. But for the first time ever, she also had the honest-to-goodness passion to experience it for herself. She practically threw herself down on the bed, landing on her back. She knew where her legs would need to be, but she lacked the boldness needed to just stick them up in the air. Margaret, on the other hand, had no qualms about modesty or the quantity of boldness. She grasped Effie’s legs and lifted them straight into the air. For Effie, she felt more vulnerable now than she had while over Margaret’s lap. “What a good girl,” Margaret cooed, admiring the underside of Effie as if a car had just been lifted on hydraulics. “Shaved clean. You saved me the trouble of having to do that myself.” Effie blushed, imagining Margaret lathering her pussy before running a razor between her legs. She wished she knew that had been on the table. Next time. And then: What the hell am I thinking? There’s not going to be a next time. “You have to forgive me,” Margaret said, laughing awkwardly, as she longingly stared under Effie’s lifted legs. “It has been a while since I’ve been in the company of a little girl. Well - ahem - a young woman. I care for plenty of little girls. Though I’m usually the one reminding them that they’re little girls.” Did Margaret seem flustered herself? “Is...this okay?” Effie asked. She wasn’t entirely sure, herself, what this was, but it seemed to be the polite thing to ask. “This is more than okay,” Margaret said. “But be careful, little one. I could just eat you up. Absolutely devour you.” Effie’s cheeks flared with warmth. She had opened her mouth so that she could tell Margaret to have a taste, but she had stopped herself at the last moment. Maybe, for now, it’d best to let things take their course. If she wanted more she could think about it later when she wasn’t paddle-drunk. The Buttercup was unfolded and slid under Effie’s lifted bottom. For Effie, the world suddenly seemed to be lurching into hyperspeed. With a practiced and experienced handling of the diaper, Margaret made it ridiculously simple. Effie was reminded, briefly, of watching cooking videos on YouTube. They stir some pre-measured ingredients into a bowl and then flip it around in a hot pan to make the most delicious looking dish. Meanwhile, Effie would watch/stop/rewind/play/stop/rewind/play/stop nearly every 10 seconds and still end up with a dish that looked nothing like the one in the video. By the time she had finished thinking about cooking videos, she was wearing a diaper. So this is what it’s like, huh? She had seen so many big babies before - waddling escapists with at least one foot lodged in a world that she hadn’t been privy to. Their thick diapers sticking out of their pants, or at least being well defined within their too-tight clothing. It was weird to see until it had just become the norm. And, as the figurative anthropologist she sometimes pretended to be, there was little else to do but to monitor them from behind a counter. And now, she understood it. Perhaps not all of it - there were so many deeper holes that could be explored. But just feeling the bulk of the thick diaper between her legs seemed to answer questions she never knew she had. Like: How does a diaper make you feel safe and secure, yet also so exposed and vulnerable? Well, it just does - and it was the sort of thing that you didn’t question. “Do you like the way that makes you feel?” asked Margaret. “Uhm…” “A prideful little girl, yes? Did you think yourself above the other little babies in your shop? Did you never think you’d be one of them?” Effie, as far as she could recall, had never specifically said to herself that she believed she was above those babies. But with her sore bottom sealed into a diaper of her own, she recognized the creeping humiliation that was consuming her as the realization that she was really not that much different from the baby-men who prattled on at the counter of the store. “I like it,” Effie said finally. “I like how it makes me feel.” She said it to herself more-so than she had said it to Margaret. She needed to say it aloud to make it feel real and official. “Sit up, dear,” Margaret said, opening a closet. “We’ll need to complete the look.” The closet door slid open to reveal colors. Clothes hung from hangers. Toys and bins and boxes stored below. Stockpiles of colorful diapers in all prints and sizes. It was as if the entire store had been crammed into a small closet. Margaret selected a dress from a hanger. It seemed kind of small to Effie, but that also seemed like the point. It’s soft creamy-green color reminded her of spreading avocado on a piece of toast. A strange color for a baby dress - but one that seemed to make sense with her yellow diaper. “You shall be my little Buttercup,” Margaret announced. Effie nodded to agree - she had already seen that statement coming. She raised her arms into the air before she even realized she was doing it - allowing Margaret to pull the dress down over her. Once on, Effie could see that she had misjudged the dress’s size - albeit, only slightly. The top of the dress was an almost perfect fit for her. It was just the bottom that ended up being comically short. Intentionally so. Bottoms Up sold dresses much like this one - perhaps even this one. Effie imagined that she may well have been the one who hung it in the store in the first place - no idea that she’d one day be wearing it herself. Still, she knew as she sat there that this dress would do nothing to conceal the diaper. If anything, it highlighted it. It pointed it out with thick soft-green fingers. “Oh and we’re missing something,” Margaret said, a light-bulb almost having appeared above her head. She reached back into the closet and rummaged around until she found what she wanted. A yellow bonnet - a little brighter than the diaper, but close enough that it did make for a fitting cap to the ensemble. Margaret carefully positioned it over Effie’s head, tucking her hair into the back of it before tying it on under Effie’s chin. “There!” Margaret proclaimed. “You have to look at this.” She pointed to a full-length mirror on the back of the door to the room. From her angle, Effie couldn’t see herself, and so she slid from the bed, taking her first few cautious steps as a new baby. The mobility both was and wasn’t everything she had expected. The bulk between her legs forced each leg to make slow and exaggerated strides forward - that classic telltale diaper waddle. But she had been wrong to think that this was an awkward way of walking. On the contrary, this already felt natural and expected. There was the little girl in the mirror. Little Buttercup, her yellow diaper hanging well below where the dress ended. The yellow bonnet, meanwhile, contrasted with her paler face. She looked younger. Smaller. Fitting, because that was exactly how she felt. “You may be tempted to fight what you’re feeling,” Margaret said from behind her as she stared into the mirror. “You may think that this is just temporary. Sooner than later, you’ll return to your big girl clothes and you can leave this house thinking that you’ve done your party and that it’s over. And I won’t fault you for thinking those things. But, I’d implore you to savor this moment now, while you can. While you’re unjudged and free to explore this as much as you’d like to.” It was true - Effie knew there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Reaching it would be the point in which she said to herself” “Well, that was quite the day, wasn’t it?” But she was in no rush to reach the end of the tunnel. Margaret was right - this was certainly a moment worth pausing on and savoring. She imagined it being harder than this - like she would need to spend a half-hour convincing her body to just accept what she wanted. But no, it had been no harder than sitting on a toilet. As she stared at the baby in the mirror, she wet the diaper, feeling thick layers of padding wick away the moisture as quickly as it could. A losing battle - the diaper was overwhelmed by the steady stream, and until the padding could catch up, a small pool had formed in the bottom of the diaper. In the seconds that passed, every drop found its place within the diaper. The diaper was different now. Obviously; but it amazed her at just how much it had changed everything. She was no longer wearing a fluffy cloud, she was wearing a handful of wet bathing suit bottoms, and they hung between her legs shamefully. “My goodness,” said Margaret. “I’ve never seen a baby soil a fresh diaper so quickly. And this is your first? You barely got to experience it while dry.” “I...I think I like it better this way,” Effie replied. “Is that so? I have to say, this comes as a little bit of a surprise to me,” Margaret said. “It does?” “I had you pegged as a dainty little girl. A little princess, allowing yourself to be cute and doted on - perhaps the opposite of who I thought you are as a big girl. But...it seems to me that you’re actually a dirty little girl. A baby in filthy diapers who probably wouldn’t come to me to ask for a change.” Effie was unsure as to whether or not that was accurate - she had been a baby for less than 10 minutes. But it sounded right. “So you like your wet diaper?” Margaret asked. “Yes.” “Do you think you’d like it if it were...dirtier?” Effie immediately thought of Hanson, squatting down in the middle of the store and pushing a smelly mess into his diaper. She had been so mad and disgusted at him at that moment. But she could now sense another emotion lingering under that negativity. Jealousy? Was she jealous? Jealous that he felt he had the freedom to do something so disgusting and self-pleasing in public? Jealous that he had gotten the exact reaction he likely wanted before being able to go home and pleasure himself to those memories? “I would,” she said, her face hanging so that she couldn’t see her own cheeks in the mirror. “I can arrange that,” Margaret said. “How?” It was a silly question - she helped to sell some of the methods a baby might use to make a clean diaper dirty. “We’ll use this,” Margaret said, pulling an enema bag out from the closet. What an amazing closet, Effie thought. Margaret quickly added: “If you’d like, that is. I don’t wish to force anything on you.” “Yes,” Effie said. “I want that.” She might have zoned out there, or perhaps her brain just expunged the unnecessary details of what transpired between agreeing to an enema and lying on her belly, ass propped up in the air by her knees. Because there she was, having a plastic tube pressed into her bottom as her soggy diaper was pulled down enough to give Margaret access. If Effie thought about - really thought about it - she may have rejected this moment. Margaret was a stranger, and a stranger with a lot of power for as long as she could influence Hamish. And now she was about to give Effie an enema - something Effie probably wouldn't have even agreed to had her family physician suggested it. The world beyond Effie was blurred. There was no Margaret, and she was not at Margaret’s house. She was in her own space, and she was the only one there. It was just Baby Buttercup - a name that had an incredibly alluring ring to it - diaper pulled down and getting an enema. It didn’t matter how it was happening, just that it was. With the nozzle completely inserted, Margaret’s fingers caressed Effie’s damp backside for a moment. A reminder that she was still there, perhaps. “This may feel strange,” Margaret said. “But just let the enema do its work.” Effie’s first thought was curiosity as to whether or not Margaret had ever experienced an enema - or a diaper, for that matter - herself. But that thought was immediately eradicated from her mind as the water was released from the enema bag. Just as the warm water was to clean out her bowels, it had cleaned everything from her consciousness too. Effie moaned softly as she felt herself fill. It could’ve been two minutes, or it could’ve been ten. Eventually the water stopped, and it was unclear if that was just all that was in the enema bag, or if Margaret had determined that Effie had taken enough of it inside her. “I’m going to pull the nozzle from you slowly,” Margaret said. “There’s a lot of foul things that want to come out of your body now. Were you a baby who was in my care more frequently, I’d ask you to hold it a bit longer or until I’ve given permission for you to release it. But, seeing as how this is our first time, there’ll be no such request from me. Hold it until you can’t.” Effie wanted to hold it. She wanted to feel that immense pressure that she was already feeling build within her. She wanted the moment of release to feel as much like an accident as she possibly could. The plastic nozzle was pulled from Effie and the diaper was hoisted back up into place. Just in time, too, as this was exactly how long Effie could hold it. In hindsight, Effie would believe that there was no amount of effort on her part that would’ve allowed for her to hold the enema any longer. The decision was out of her hands almost immediately. Margaret’s hands were probably still on the diaper, shifting it into place, as Effie’s little anus gave out. The moment was unlike any that Effie had experienced in her life. It was more than just the immediate and violent rejection of everything in Effie’s bowels into a diaper - though it was a bit of that too. It was complete surrender of every part of her body. She was a baby now, not even able to stand on her own at the moment - just lying there with her ass in the air as she loaded the diaper. Little dummy baby. Stupid little girl. A pathetic little pants-filler who was completely overwhelmed by how much she liked the feeling of a disgusting pile of shame in her diaper. “Oh my,” Margaret finally said, her hand sliding down the back of the diaper to feel the new weight of what had been added. The diaper had, miraculously, stayed in place - likely on account of the angle in which Effie’s ass was positioned, with her bent legs tucked beneath her. Had she been standing, the diaper could very well have slid down her legs like a mud-filled bomb. “In every way possible,” Margaret said, “you have surprised me. Shall we get you cleaned up now?” “N-no,” Effie said. She wasn’t even sure if she was actually saying the words or not. “No? For just how long do you intend to stay like this?” Margaret asked. “For as cute as you look, you smell absolutely dreadful.” Effie knew what she needed. She thought, maybe, she was just saying the words in her head - but she was actually saying them out loud: “I need to come in my dirty diaper.” Margaret laughed. “Well, of course. That can be arranged.”

Shorter chapter today, but the next ones should get longer as our favorite Edenite gets closer to both the end, and the beginning, of their Path. Chapter 5: Preparing for the Ceremony My walk to the bathroom was nowhere near as giddy as my skip to the living room a bit ago. My paci kept most of the worry away, but despite my earlier logic; I still broke the rule. Maybe Nan will think it was just a real accident anyway? Too late to turn back now anyway. I suckled on my paci for strength, and did my best to look as innocent and guilt free as possible. An act I was distracted by the moment I saw bubbles in the bath. Ooo, they were strawberry scented too! I quickly threw my arms in the air for Nan to undress me. An act I quickly regretted as Nan pulled down my pajama bottoms first. I didn't need to look to know that the stars had faded from it. My smile quickly turned upside down. No way she was going to think it was a really accident. "Sorry Nan." I said remorsely before she could comment. Nan simply shook her head and look at me in a way that sent shivers down my spine, but in a good way. It was a look that told me everything would be alright. That I was loved, and this wouldn't change that. "Josie, dear. You know you're still supposed to use the potty if you notice you need to go." I nodded, I broke the rule after all. My earlier justification died on my tongue before I could even take my pacifier out. She stared silently at me for a moment, and I did my best to not wilt under her gaze. After what had to be an eternity (half a minute at the most), she finally spoke again. "Do you still need to go potty before Iget you into the bath?" It was not an unusual question. I started shaking my head no, but as I thought about it, I realized I actually did still need to go. I just didn't need to wet. That must be why I didn't realize it earlier. Not wanting to answer verbally, I nodded eagerly, and waited for her to take my trainers off and set me on the potty. That was what normally happened before bath time at least. Which is why her next statement threw me off balance. "Go ahead and potty little one." She made no move to remove my training pants. In fact, she even moved to block my access go the potty entirely! Was this a trick? Wasn't I in trouble for not using it already? "But... aren't I sposed to try and use the potty?" I asked. I know I need to listen to Nan, but this also went against the rules! Nan place a hand comfortingly on my should and smiled softly. "It's not going to matter any more soon, Josie. That rule is only in place for big kids. Are you a big kid?" I thought about it for a moment. It must have been a moment too long, as Nan asked another question. "Using the potty is one of the last responsibilities you little ones have. As of today, you don't have to use it if you don't want to. Do you want to use the potty sweetie?" Was she giving me permission not to? I was afraid to voice my answer. Saying it allowed would make it real. It seemed like it would be such an obvious yes. It was probably my last chance to use it. But... Diapers had been used as the carrot on the stick at daycare. When you're smaller you can use your diapers. The ones that had completed the Path were held up so much higher than the rest of it; the thought that I could treat my training pants as a diaper was hard to grasp. So I stopped trying to grasp it. Nan didn't need to hear me answer. She already knew my answer, I'm the one that's taking time to figure it out. So I smiled. My earlier logic was right after all it seemed. For all rights and purposes, my training pants were a diaper now. There was no need to pretend otherwise anymore. At that point I didn't need anymore prompting. I bent my knees slightly and started pushing. While this was far from the first time I'd had a messy accident, it's always so much different than when I just wet. I felt it spread out as my trainers struggled to stay up. Once upon a time, I hated it. I was such a tearful mess in more ways than one when it first happened. Now it just felt... Liberating. "Feeling better, sweetie?" Nan asked me. I was absolutely giddy. I no longer had any responsibilities at all. If this is what it's like after Purification, then I couldn't wait. I could see myself smiling goofily in the mirror. The sight just made me giggle even harder. "I'll take that as a yes. Let's get you in that bath now." ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ I sat on a stool in front of my bedroom mirror wrapped in a towel and another pair of training pants. At first I was disappointed it wasn't a real diaper, but then Nan assured me that it was until I got a real diaper, but I couldn't tell anyone. That made me giggle. It was like our personal little secret. Plus, if I pretend it's a diaper, that means I could use it like one if I needed to go potty again. Which probably wouldn't happen. We're not allowed to have a big lunch before getting p Purified. So here I sat as Nan brushed my hair. It's the longest it's ever been in my life, dyed a light blonde reminiscent of what I had the first time I was a toddler. I liked it. I couldn't remember why I wanted it short in the past. Probably meant it wasn't that important. "Hey Nan?" I asked as she started parting my hair into one... two... three? Ya, three parts. She must be going to braid it. Braids aren't as good as pigtails, but still really nice. She gestured for me to continue. "Thanks for being my Nan." I meant it too. I know everyone had a Nan, but mine was the bestest. The automata chuckled at that. I know it was probably programmed to respond like that, but that sound always lifted my spirits. "Oh sweetie, I'm the one who should be thanking you." She said as she began weaving my hair into the braid. "I was created by the Great Work to help take care of all the great Caretakers children. Without you I'd be no better than a toy on the shelf. Now, hop down, eyes closed, and arms up." I did as instructed. In seconds I felt the silk that was used traditionally in the Purification ceremony. Each outfit was designed for each particular ceremony. I've been staring at my final Purification robes for a month now and I was so excited to wear it. I felt Nan's hands moving along the outside of my trai- no, the outside of my diaper as she fashioned the buttons together. My first onesie! I've so glad I finally get to wear it! "Now, open your eyes." I did, and I stared at my reflection in awe. For a moment, I didn't recognize myself. There was a beautiful red and white flower pinned to my hair. As much as I'd seen it in the closet, seeing my sea-green dress in the mirror was another thing entirely. The bottom drilled out into a lacy pattern that looked like the waves crashing on to the sand. I twirled, and the glimpse of the snaps designed to help hold up my diaper made me giddy. "It's so pretty!" I couldn't help but exclaim as I stared at myself in the mirror. Nan hugged me from behind, my giddiness bringing a smile to her face as well. "Thank you Josie, for being the best little girl I could ever ask for. I'm so proud of the person you've become." I felt my eyes start to water again. I quickly turned and returned the hug, knowing that I was loved. Eventually, Nan pulled away from the hug. She was probably trying to keep us on schedule. Probably a good thing. I'm glad I have her to be responsible for that. "Now, are you ready to go meet up with Big Sissy LaLa?" I nodded. Big Sis LaLa was the best. I'm so happy she's the one over seeing my Purification.

Part 9 - Day 2 - Grandchild I woke up the next morning feeling amazingly wonderful. I remembered most of last night vividly in my head except the last hour or so. I’m pretty sure Greg had brought me to another exhilarating climax and I kind of remember saying to hell with it and started peeing and enjoying the feeling as the warm fluids fill my diaper as I was drifting off to sleep. “Good morning sleepyhead”, Greg whispered in a very joyful voice as he watched me stretch. My bladder ached as I emptied it into my diapers without hesitation. Greg walks over and feels my diaper and with a smile on his face, looks like someone is starting to enjoy having a warm wet diaper all of the time. Which I am sure that it causes my face to turn very red. “I can’t believe what happened last night”, I said. “And I can’t believe how Mrs. Riley has adopted me, that is too weird”. “I think she’s making us breakfast”, Greg replied. “I can’t believe her, why is she doing this?’ I asked. “She really likes you, don’t be so negative about the attention”, said Greg. “So, you want me to just let her pretend I’m her Grandchild?” I asked. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind that one bit”, Greg responded. “Well, if that’s really what you want. I promised this would be a weekend you would remember forever”, I said with uncertainty in my voice, “It is really what you feel comfortable with. I don’t want to force you into anything that you sincerely don’t want to do”, Greg told me. “You really want me too, I can see it in your eyes”, I said. A knock came at the door, and I heard Mrs. Riley’s voice asking if we were decent and if she could come in. Greg looked me in the eyes and said, “It’s entirely up to you. You can say no; I won’t be upset at all.” “It’s fine, just let her in. But you know that she will be intruding in on our time, and you’re okay with that?” I asked. “No, she won’t. We will be out enjoying this place, it really shouldn’t be that bad”, Greg said. “Okay, Let Na Na in then”, I said. Greg kissed his fingers and placed them on my lips. “Thank you” he said with the most thrilled tone of voice. Greg opened the door for Mrs. Riley. She really had prepared us breakfast. She had a tray with a red checked cover over it. It smelled scrumptious. She also had a true diaper pail and a jar of diaper rash lotion. “Good morning, Greg, good morning, Kristen. How did we sleep last night? she asked. “Wonderfully, I replied. “That’s good dearie”, Mrs. Riley said. “I made you breakfast. I know you think I’m going a little overboard, but I adore the both of you and I wanted to make this weekend very extraordinary for you, especially after what happened to you poor dears last night. “That was too scary”, I said to Mrs. Riley. She placed her food tray on the counter and walked over to the crib while replying, “I’ll bet it was” as she slid her fingers under the elastic in my plastic panties. There I lay, in a crib with soaking wet diapers and plastic panties covering my bottom and nothing more than a flimsy tee on my top wondering once again, what had I gotten myself into. With not a comment that I had obviously slept in the crib and was in a wet diaper. Mrs. Riley tells me that my wet diaper can wait until after we eat, she then lowered the side rail of the crib and picked me up. My feet never touched the ground as she placed me in the highchair, attached my bib, slid on the tray, and pulled the highchair to the table. It was like this was a daily occurrence for her (and I was guessing it was going to be for me as well). Mrs. Riley grabbed one of the bottles from the drying rack alongside the sink. “What does she drink in the morning? She asked Greg. “It’s in the upper right of the cabinet”, he replied. “Okay... Got it”, she said as she filled the bottle with a powder and then some water and pulled a pan from the lower cabinet to warm it with. She filled the pot with water and then started to prepare our breakfast she had brought for us. “What’s in the bottle?” I asked as she overlooked my questions and told me how I was going to enjoy breakfast. “Three eggs or four?” she asked Greg, as he was pulling up the chair next to me ready to eat. “Four, please”, Greg, replied. Mrs. Riley placed a plate of eggs, bacon, and homemade muffins in front of Greg. She then started to cut up my meal into minute pieces. She put a large glass of orange juice by Greg and a now warmed bottle of something by me. I asked Mrs. Riley if she treated all of her guest with this kind of attention. She replied, “No. No ... I seldom spend time with quest unless they ask. There is just something special about you and Greg, Kristen”, she replied as she sat alongside the highchair and placed my breakfast on the tray. Greg was moaning with pleasure as he was eating his breakfast. Mrs. Riley started to spoon feed me mine. “This is excellent”, Greg said. “Why thank you”, Mrs. Riley responded. “I was up most of the night”, Mrs. Riley said. “Really?” Greg questioned. “Because of Charley?” I asked. “No, not at all. I was very busy with a project. Perhaps I will show you mid-day”, She said. “Okay”, I replied somewhat puzzled as to her statement. “This is an awesome breakfast”, I said. “Do you make this every day?” I asked. “Somewhat regularly”, she replied. As Greg and I finished breakfast, Mrs. Riley wiped my face and hands with a dishtowel. She unlatched the tray, picked me up and grabbed the bottle heading for the rocking chair as she did last night. She got herself comfortable and then nestled me in her arms and proceeded to feed me my bottle. “Greg, what does she have to wear today?” Mrs. Riley asked. Greg showed her a few tops that I had hanging in the closet. “The white one with the lace trim is darling, leave that out please”, she said. Greg pulled out some khaki shorts for me to wear. “Oh no, those just won’t do. Don’t you have something flowery for her to wear?” She asked. Greg showered her a few things I had brought, and she chose a black flip mini skirt with a pale pink floral design. I laid there in a daze thinking ‘this woman has taken control of my life. She’s choosing my clothes and feeding me a bottle of something, and she won’t even tell me what’s in it and she going to change me again after I am done with the bottle’ Mrs. Riley looked me in the eyes while I was sucking my bottle and said, “you have the most beautiful eyes Kristen, Greg you are one very lucky guy.” “Oh, I know”, he replied. How could I think badly of such a sweet person? I was thinking. She really does seem to care. After I had finished my bottle Mrs. Riley carried me to the crib. She leaned over to grab my pacifier and placed it between my lips and started her task of cleaning and rediapering me. Off came my plastic panties and wet diapers and into the diaper pail they went. She was very thorough with making sure my bottom region was hygienically clean. Na Na then grabs ahold of my ankles and lifted them up and push my legs back to my boobs once again. As my bottom was in the air, Na Na slides a new diaper under me and turns to Greg and ask him to bring over the jar of diaper rash lotion. As Greg was holding the jar of lotion. Na Na dips three of her fingers into it and came out with a large amount of lotion. Next thing that I feel is Na Na fingers sliding in the valley of my cheeks spreading lotion as she went. After she got done with the lotion, the baby power was next. I am sure that my bottom was nice and white. With that being done, down came my legs and started over again on my vagina. After all that, she pulls the front of the diaper up and clipped the diaper pins on a snug fitted diaper and pulled my plastic panties into place. She sat me up on the bed removing my top. I was thinking, well there is nothing left that she has not seen. A light touch of deodorant and she pulled my white top she had chosen over my head and tugged it down to the top of my plastic panties. As she slipped my skirt up, she commented, “this is a cute outfit, you have wonderful taste, dearie?” Next, she fixed my hair in a high ponytail and combed my hair to give me bangs. I have not worn bangs since I was in school. With lace anklets and my tennis, I was dressed for the morning. “Greg, would you carry the diaper pail to the cart outside the door please, Hun? she asked. “Sure will”, he replied. “Oh, you don’t need to wash that smelly stuff”, I said. “It’s no problem, I have wash to do today. A few more items wouldn’t be a bother … really” she replied. She kissed me on the forehead and said, “Okay, you two go enjoy yourself this morning. I’ll have a lunch basket already for you about 11:30 if that’s okay with you?” “Oh, that’s too much”, I responded. “Not in the least... I insist,” she said. “Alrighty then, I acknowledged. “As long as you’re okay with all the extra work”, I said. We all left the cabin. “Bye Na Na”, I said. “Bye-bye pretty Kristen”, she waved.

They serve a purpose.

There's absolutely nothing that can go wrong when going on a date in diapers. I mean pullups. Chapter 12 The next morning's session with Veronica was a reminder about wearing pullups and reporting any accidents she'd had. She sat in her heavy, soaked diaper on Veronica's lap and wondered how things had gotten to where they were. She couldn't even protest wearing incontinence gear, especially at night. There was always the option of taking back the 'permission' she'd granted Veronica to force her into pullups during the day. Briana wasn't sure what that would accomplish though. She would feel more in control, right up to the point where she had another accident in her pants. "Honestly, everyone has been doing crazy stuff to help me. Erin totally rescued me yesterday. Suzie cheered me up. Nobody has made me feel bad about it at all." Briana thought as she had her post-counseling shower. Feeling hopeful, she gamely put on a pair of alphabet pullups. Leggings and jeans were a little too risky, especially if she leaked. Briana searched her skirts. Everything seemed either too long for early summer or too short for a pullup. She settled on a blue pleated skirt with a roll of her eyes. "Why don't I put my hair in pigtails while I'm at it?" A low-cut blouse in pale green and a cute jacket helped restore some of her confidence. She took extra care with her makeup, eyeing herself in the mirror. "I look hot! Nobody will think I'm in a pullup. Might as well go all the way and complete the look." Briana pulled on a pair of thigh high stockings and grinned. The outfit was sure to turn some heads. Exactly what she needed! She hurried down the stairs to gulp down some breakfast. Jane was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of tea. "Good morning Briana. Can you come here for a minute?" Briana set her toast cooking and head over. "What's up?" "A quick check." Jane slid her hand up Briana's skirt and patted her pullup. "Good." "Hey!" Briana shouted. "Veronica asked me to check." Jane said. "I think it's a good idea too." "You could ask me." Briana said. "I could, but I didn't." Jane shrugged. "That's quite the outfit you have on. Do you have a date with Casey today?" "No." Briana buttered her toast. "I wanted to look good." Jane raised a brow. "Well let's not take it any further than what you've got on." "Why do you care what I wear?" Briana asked, biting her toast aggressively at Jane. "Veronica asked us to watch out for mood and behavior swings." Jane said. "I've seen the club-wear you have. You're not leaving the house in any of that right now." "Oh my god!" Briana scoffed. "Don't push it, or you'll get a spanking and a change of outfit." Jane declared. Briana hesitated on the edge of a retort. The memory of being spanked by Jane was still fresh enough to make her butt tingle. She elected to finish her toast instead. "Smart girl." Jane said. "Don't forget a spare pullup." "Bye Dad!" Briana rolled her eyes as she snagged her lunch and hurried to the door. The spare pullup was in her purse, Veronica had put it there last night. There were no labs today. Briana breezed through her lectures, feeling much more relaxed than the day before. She even managed to forget her pullup. After a couple of hours sitting in class, the sensation faded to the background. After class, she decided to stay on campus for a while. It was a beautiful day, soft breeze and brilliant sun. The quad was packed but Briana found an outdoor table next to the cafeteria and watched the butterflies flirt with the flowers. "If Veronica asks where I was, I'll tell her I decided to do some of my reading here." Briana thought. "That way I can get out of some of the optional readings too!" "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A guy stood by the table with a tray in his hands. Briana took in his messy brown hair and bulky build. Gary, from her Virophage class. She looked around to see all the other tables packed. With a smile, she shook her head at Gary. "Nope, go ahead." "Thanks!" Gary dumped a heavy bag of books on the ground and set his tray down. "You look great by the way." "Thank you." Briana grinned. "I mean it. You're super cute today." Gary winked. Briana's heartbeat picked up. They'd kissed once, at a party about a year ago. He was a nice guy, and smart. They never seemed to connect enough to hook up or date, but Briana had certainly fantasized about it a few times. "You're looking good too." She swept her gaze over Gary, realized she wasn't being nice. He'd put on some muscle and gotten trim since she last saw him. "You've been working out." "Thanks for noticing!" Gary smiled. "Hey have you eaten? I'm not really a strawberry guy but a fruit cup comes with the burger." He slid the fruit over to Briana. "I'll take them." She popped one in her mouth and grinned. "Ripe fruit at the cafeteria? You sure you want to give me this?" "Very sure." Gary took a bite of burger and stretched. "So how come we never dated?" "Uh." Briana blushed. "I don't know. You never asked." "I was going to when we were both in DNA reconstruction." Gary shrugged. "Then I got sick for a week and you were with Scott." "Ugh, that was a disaster." Briana said. "You seeing anyone now?" Gary asked. "I don't think I can tell him that I'm my roommate's diaper sub." Briana thought, squirming a bit as she recalled the pullup she was wearing. "No, not really. You asking?" "Yes I am." Gary smiled. "How's walking through the arboretum sound?" "It sounds great!" Briana nodded. "When?" "We're at 50% burger." Gary said, taking another large bite. "When we get to zero burger I think we're good to go." "I should tell Casey if I'm going somewhere else. She's supposed to be in charge of that." Briana felt a twinge of guilt, doubled since she and Casey hadn't talked at all about being okay seeing other people. Instead, she found she'd already replied, "That sounds great!" Gary gave an enthusiastic whoop and followed it with another big bite of the burger. "I haven't seen you around campus much, you're always going straight home after classes. Is the workload getting to you?" "I wish." Briana sighed. "Dr. Schaefer lost her grant, which means I lost my research job. I still have the lab I took on for Vaughn, but he doesn't have anything left in his budget to hire me." "That sucks." Gary said. "Maybe next quarter something will open up though." Briana nodded. "I hope so." With the burger vanquished, Gary wasted no time getting them down to the arboretum. The flowering bushes and soft ground combined to a scent that could only be called summer. Gary put his arm around Briana as they set out onto the loop trail. His hand shifted upwards while they walked until it was just under Briana's breast. Ordinarily she would have said something, but better his hand go up than down at the moment. The trees swayed gently overhead. Sunlight fell in fractal patterns across the trail. Occasionally they'd hear a bike or a jogger behind them before being overtaken. Those interlopers quickly vanished around the next bend of the trail, leaving Gary and Briana alone again. Gary nudged Briana down a side trail while narrating the adventures of a particularly annoying student in his Environmental Microbiology course. "I swear, he does everything but push his glasses up and say 'Well ACTUALLY.' The professor slaps him down every time, it's amazing to watch." Briana laughed, her heart racing as she walked the trail. They were on track to an infamous make out spot. She'd certainly been there with enough people over the years. Not that it had ever been Gary. She had an impulse to make a snarky joke about where he was leading her and pull away from him. With dreamlike detachment, she watched herself keep walking, even bump hips with him along the way. "Why not Gary?" She wondered. "I like him. He's handsome, he's funny. Why do I always want to back out before we get together?" The trail looped to the right, circling around to a crystal-clear lake. Trees pressed in close, leaving a small space to peek out at the water. A screen of cattails and reeds enhanced the sense of privacy and quiet. Briana's first thought was again to pull away. Take a few steps back and cross her arms. For the second time she felt like she was a passenger, watching someone else move her body. She turned to Gary and slid his hand onto her breast. Her heart fluttered, she licked her lips and parted them. The wild feeling came back; she felt the world spinning around her. Gary paused in mid-sentence, meeting Briana's eyes. He cupped her breast gently and smiled. "Alright." Gary pulled her close by the small of her back, squeezing her breast. Their lips met; his tongue tantalized hers. Briana was lost to the wild feeling. She moaned wantonly into the kiss, squirming against Gary. Her hands clutched at his shirt, finding the taut muscles underneath. There was nothing else in the world except her need for him. Gary traced his fingers across Briana's neckline and down. She gasped, fumbling her blouse buttons open until the blouse hung open. His hands played across her chest and belly. She cupped his crotch, stroking the growing thickness there. Gary knelt, pulling her bra cups until her breasts bounced free. His tongue caught a nipple and Briana's mind caught fire. She cried out with another moan, tangling her hands in Gary's hair. His hands wandered up her thighs, she gasped and shifted her legs apart. Her sex felt like it was on fire, a fire drowned by the wetness in her crotch. Gary slid her skirt up, and stopped. Briana panted for a few more moments, caressing his shoulders. Icy cold terror shot through her when she realized he was looking at her pullup. A pullup she could feel was wet with far more than desire could account for. She hadn't even noticed the accident. She'd forgotten the pullup entirely. Now Gary was staring at it. Funny Gary, smart Gary, the Gary she wanted to throw her down on the forest floor and plunge inside her. Briana ran. Blindly, into the underbrush. Branches whipped her exposed chest. She came up against a tree and stopped, sinking down to the ground, head in her hands. There were no tears. The embarrassment was beyond tears. Shame held every fiber of her being taut. She sat frozen, barely daring to breathe.

Hi Everyone, Thank you for the welcomes! That helps sooo much! I love super monsters and legos and coloring and paw patrol and stuff like that. I also love diapers because they're soft and cozy and comforting.

Everything is a deliberate choice. Even the choices we don't know we make. Chapter 3: The Last Breakfast I laugh as I rush passed walls covered in cartoon characters and sunny skies. Nan said it was the ideal environment for a little one to live in. I don't know about that. Personally I think the ideal environment world be a pool of ice cream, but I love it just the same. As I enter the kitchen, I see that Nan went all out this morning. On the table in front of my seat was the most ginormous plate of pancakes I've ever seen. And above it? A giant, rainbow pattern with bright vibrant letters on it! I may not be able to spell or read too well nowadays, but I don't need to to know that says happy birthday. I'm so happy that I freeze as I see it and it's just... I... it's overwhelming. The memories are distant now. Echoes it's called, when you remember remembering something that was archived. Not that I was big enough to really understand what that meant anymore. How can you know something you forgot? But I can remember waking up on my birthday to no one noticing. Just a list of things to do. Even last year, where I spent the evening at a playdate, I didn't quite have my Nan yet. LaLa gave her to me a few days afterwards. I remember feeling so lost, and alone that morning. I nearly left the Path that day. Nearly leaving everything good because of a misguided sense of shame. I involuntarily sniffle as tears run down my face. I... I'm happy though. This is amazing and no one has ever done anything like this before and I... "Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm here for you." Before I know it, I'm picked up into a hug. Soothing words are whispered as I cried into Nan's shoulder. It doesn't take long for her shirt to be damp with my tears. "It's okay. You're a good little one. Only grown ups hold it in when they want to cry." The floodgate only opened further at that, as I began to completely bawl my eyes out. She gently pushed my favorite paci into my mouth and I quickly started suckling on it as the flood of emotions began flow away. This was the worst part of being Purified. I can't really manage my own emotions anymore. Being sad feels like the entire world is ending. It's worth it though. When I'm happy, nothing in the world can bring me down. Nan says my smile is infectious. For the moment though, I'm crying. For the echoes of the person I used to be. For the grownup who forced himself to be big for so long. For the life I suffered through. "There there. Feeling better?" Nan asked as my bawling subsided in to mere sniffling. I nodded as I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Thank you, Nan." I said through my paci as she set me back down. I gave Nan another big hug and walked over to my chair. Already my earlier excitement was overcoming my last remaining sniffles as I looked at my pancakes. I didnt get a good look at them before it seemed, as they were covered in fresh fruits. Bananas, and strawberries, and even some apple slices sat under a mountain syrup! Even better, they were real fruits too! I yanked my pacifier out if my mouth and shoved it into a pocket. "Nan, this is amazing!" I exclaimed as I took my plastic knife and fork into my hands. I gripped my fists around them awkwardly, like how they taught me to hold them in daycare. I waited until Nan tied a bib around my neck before eagerly digging in! After all, tonight Nan will be putting me in the high chair for the first time! I couldn't wait. We got it in a week ago, but Nan and my Big Sibling say it's only for those who have been completely Purified. I pouted, but they told me to enjoy my big kid privileges while I could. Not that I really thought about it for long. I was too busy enjoying the breakfast of kings! Nan even filled my sippy cup with orange juice. Orange Juice! Once upon a time, I could barely start my day without a cup of coffee. I don't know why though, that stuff is yucky. Just the thought of drinking it made me giggle at the idea of me or a different little one drinking the stuff. Course, this did mean some juice dribbled down my face, but that's what the bib is for anyway. Soon enough, my pancakes were gone leaving my face covered in syrup and orange juice. I leaned back in satisfaction as Nan used a baby wipe to clean off my face. A full belly if good food was more than enough to quell the last of my earlier had mood. "There, why don't you go play in the living room for a bit?" Nan didn't have to tell me twice. I eagerly slid of the chair and began to skip away to cartoons and toys. Maybe it was because today was the day of my final Purification, or maybe it was because it was my birthday; but another echo came to mind. I never used to skip anywhere. Not once did I skip rather than walk or jog. What a sad life. Fortunately, I had my paci this time. Almost the moment I popped it in, the negative thoughts went away. Inside the playroom, the holoview was already on with the opening jingle to JayJay's Interesting Adventures playing. I'd seen all the episodes at least three or four times. Probably more honestly, but that's as high as I could count. Little ones like me didn't need to know numbers bigger than that after all. As the theme played, I grabbed some of my blocks, and my JayJay dollie and plopped my butt down to watch. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Anything can be defeated through the power of friendship, even you Potty Monster!" "You say that now, but soon you will all fall to my WHIRLPOOL SUCTION" "JayJay! Noooooooo!" I reenacted the scenes in the episode using my dollie. This was one of my favorite episodes. JayJay and their friends are attacked by an evil potty while at sea and then they have to... Actually, you have to see it for yourself. There are no words to describe how epic it is. Anyway, my enjoyment of watching JayJay defeat the potty monster had would be interrupted by a sharp pain. Was that... oh... I had to go potty! I groaned. The episode was just getting to the best part though. Plus, all my blocks were set up to look like JayJay's pirate ship and that took forever to set up. The rules were clear though, training pants were for accidents only. Everyone in daycare knew that you had to find a N.a.n.n.y if you know you need to potty. It was a really dumb rule. Something about how it's the only thing we need to be responsible for or something. They always seem to know if you have an accident or if you use your training pants on purpose somehow. We get in trouble if we use our training pants like diapers. It seems like a dumb rule, but trainers aren't diapers. The babies that have been fully Purified are so lucky. You know what, though? It's my birthday, and its my Purification day! I'm not gonna be potty trained anymore soon, so why should it even matter? With that irrefutable logic backing me up, what little control I had was forfeit. My training pants quickly warmed as I cheered along with JayJay on the holoview. "Wow JayJay! I can't believe you let the potty monster swallow you so you could destroy it from the inside!" "I did what I had to do Ava. Now the potty monster will never threaten you again." "My hero!" As Ava hugged JayJay on screen, I hugged my JayJay dollie too. After all, she helped me defeat my own potty monster! "Josie! Bath time!" The holoview shut itself off at Nan's command. Perfect timing, the episode just ended anyway. I set JayJay on her makeshift ship and stood, my sodden trainer weighing down my pajamas. It was time to start getting ready for the ceremony. "Coming, Nan!"

AN: I haven't said the main character's name yet, have I? Let's fix that. Chapter 2: A Marathon From Eden "Good morning Josiah! Judging by your heart rate and brainwave pattern, you have woken up enough for your morning update. You have three meetings regarding the fourth quarter releases at ten, fourteen, and sixteen hundred hours today. Weather shows mild overcast, though the temperature shall remain in the mid to high sixties. Additionally, it is your one hundredth and forty eighth birthday. There is currently nothing scheduled for celebrations. If you wish to hear this message again, please say 'Repeat'" I sighed. I really didn't need my virtual assistant to detail my schedule today. One hundred and forty eight years. The younger generations, the ones that haven't yet reached even their sixties don't understand the weight of so much time. The weight is too much to bear some days. The reminder that all I had planned for today was work certainly didn't help either. I can still remember the days in my childhood when having a birthday was a time of celebration and joy. Maybe that's my problem. I know a few people who've had most of their first forty years of life archived. Filed away to be revisited when desired. As I stare up at my blank ceiling, remembering the stars that once dotted it, I can't find it in myself to do the same. Even on days like this; when time and responsibility keep me pinned to my bed. The idea of giving up the happiest days of my life seemed blasphemous in away. Even on days where I'd stay in bed all day just to escape. Alas, theres no one here to get me up except myself. While the weight of responsibility holds me down, it's also the one thing to help me up some days. I slowly swing my legs out of my bed and stand up. I toss my sleep ware off to the side. Maybe a shower before work will help me wake up. I can grab a coffee on my way in today. No way I'll be able to get through without some form of caffeine. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ "Blah, blah, blah?" "Blah!" Maybe I shouldn't have gotten that coffee this morning. I haven't paid too much attention to what's been discussed. No matter how much arguing back and forth goes on, everyone here knew what would happen. Lots of key words and catch phrases thrown around on platitudes while no agreement is actually reached. We then wait a week, and then they take our contact to supply mining AI or whatever. Honestly, you'd think I'd pay more attention to what my own company was selling. Yet all that was on my mind was how much I needed to pee. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but I must have forgotten to take care of that after my shower. Now I'm just sitting here too annoyed and distracted to care about anything accept keeping my leg from bouncing like a child needing to potty. "So we meet again next week to discuss the code needed to manage the project?" "Agreed" Finally it was over. Exactly as I called it even. I barely took enough time to thank everyone before leaving. Honestly, I would say the meeting was a complete waste of time but... I don't know what I would do if I wasn't here. The moment I'm done using the restroom, I leave the bland corp lobby of the buisness I was at. How is it that we live in a world where holographic displays can show a near limitless variety, and yet every corp lobby looks identical. Beige walls, a few plants here and there, fake window showing a city high rise. Seen one, you've seen them all. "V.A., find me the nearest dining establishment with the shortest line". Almost instantaneously the information appeared in my head. There was a synth-burger shop down the street that was having a slow day. Was normally pretty good food too, if pricey. Eh, why not. Not like I use the money on anything else. May as well treat myself. Of course, the reason behind the short line is clear the moment I get near the vintage, early 2100s themed burger shop. "Return to a life of Purity! Reject the corruption of age!" "To archive your childhood is to remove the greatest blessing bestowed upon us." "Return to Eden on Earth!" Of course, it was hard to understand the last one through the pacifier in their mouth. I rolled my eyes, mostly ignoring them as I approached the store. The three overgrown children seemed to be shouting to all who could hear. A short distance away was one of their automata. I didn't understand how someone could be so willing to give up their lives to one of those machines. One of the trio, a girl in a short pastel pink skirt overall thing approached me as I walked past. "Hey Mister! Got a thecond to hear about the great work?" In another time, I would say she appeared to be in her mid twenties. Back before the Second Medical Revolution at least. It was a description that didn't mean much nowadays, but some still used to define where they wanted their aging frozen at. I didn't have a choice back then, so I'm stuck in my early thirties give or take a few years. An internal tangent that did not bother to stop yet another eyeroll at the girl's fake lisp. The Neo Edenites, or Eternal Children of the Lord as they call themselves, were generally harmless nuisances. Most people thought they were more than a little loony, and I happily count myself amongst that number. And yet, something about her positivity, the sheer hope behind her eyes that someone will listen despite the people walking past makes me hesitate. Just because they were loons didn't mean they had everything wrong. Maybe it was because I'd felt so disconnected from my life recently. Maybe my world seemed grey and bland, and I wanted to see what this girl's more colorful life was like. Maybe I just wanted justification for my refusal to archive my childhood. I'm not sure, honestly. In the future, I'd look back on this moment with awe and reverence. The moment I began my path towards the New Eden. The moment I began to realize the futility of adulthood. All I knew, is that without realizing, I replied with sarcasm heavily coating an earnest desire for answers. "Why not?"

Thats the new design of the ATM's for people who need to make a "deposit"

I folded the diapers neatly, stacked them in the drawer, hid them from sight. The plastic panties went in another drawer, and my envelope fold onesies in a third. Wearing cloth diapers is more comfortable but the laundry is a pain. At least everything was dry before Rebecca arrived. She knocked on the door several hours later, several hours after she said she'd be here. I'd expected that, she always found something to get involved with, never idle, although I'd made sure the laundry was out of sight early, just in case. She bundled noisily into the house, scaring my cats, all hugs and welcomes, a bottle of wine thrust towards me before she ran up the stairs. She'd stayed before, knew where her room was, dropped her bags there and while I made us both tea I heard the toilet flush before she came back down to join me. We gossiped, caught up. I had little news but wanted to hear how her family were doing; two children at university, one well on the way to becoming a doctor. Her husband was in Portugal for the week, allegedly business but she knew the real reason he'd gone there: golf. I commiserated but really it worked well for us, meant we could spend the week together. Shopping, a day at the spa, visit a country house. It meant no diapers for the week but that felt a reasonable trade for a week with a true friend. Dinner was simple, vegetables in a bottled sauce, served with pasta, the wine leading us to giggles as we shared a tub of ice cream after. Rebecca insisted on helping wash up; I could've left the crockery to soak until morning but she's not that type, so I washed, she dried. As I put everything away she held up the now wet dishtowel and asked me where she could hang it to dry. I casually waved her through to the room with my clothes racks in; I didn't like putting diapers and rubbers into a tumble dryer and I certainly wasn't going to hang them outside, so I had ample hanging space indoors. Rebecca came back with an odd expression on her face. "You've been washing diapers," she said, a statement that left behind a question, hanging in the air. She stopped speaking, looked at me, waited for a response. "I what?" I asked, as though she was being silly. She wasn't being silly. "I've had three children, I know the smell after washing diapers," she said, "and you've been washing diapers." I'd thought quickly, used that time to make an excuse. "A friend's washing machine broke so I was helping her out while she waited for the replacement to be delivered." Rebecca might have believed me if I hadn't been blushing in embarrassment throughout. I looked away, another tell she picked up on, and she let me know straight away. "Oh darling, you're so cute when you're telling fibs. You know I can see right through you." She's right, I did. She could. She just had. She continued, "But if you're trying to hide it then you find this embarrassing." Well, that was right too. I stood there unable to speak, knowing I'd stutter and lack credibility anyway, worried that my face was glowing brightly enough to see from the next village. "So that means," said Rebecca, thinking things through, "that it's personal." She stopped, her expression changed, and her voice switched into pure mother mode. "Oh honey, you poor thing." I just winced, decided I wasn't going to get out of this one, tried a different cover story. This one was plausible, explained my embarrassment, didn't try and avoid the issue. "I've been struggling a bit at night," I said, "so I've been making sure the bedding's protected." Rebecca nodded, her maternal pragmatism showing as approval. Then she reverted back to being a friend, tipsy and interested in fun new things, and demanded, "Where are they? I haven't seen diapers in your size before! Let's see them!" Before I could respond she strode from the room and I heard her running upstairs. I followed as quickly as I could, found her in my room, pulling open my wardrobe, a cupboard, my drawers. The diapers were in the bottom drawer, their weight too much to put higher, risk unbalancing the whole chest when the drawer was opened. Rebecca started from the top instead. "Knickers, tights, socks, slips, nighti.. ooh, this is a pretty one, where did you get that?" she asked, throwing a nightdress at me as she opened and closed drawers in turn. Before I could answer the next drawer made her gasp. "Oh! These are adorable!" she said, turning to me and holding up an opaque pink pair of plastic panties. I didn't dare respond, just hoped she wouldn't look deeper into the drawer, find the pairs with ruffles or the one with a pretty infantile pattern on. She didn't, but it didn't matter. Leaving the panties on my bed she'd turned back to the drawers and pulled open the next one down. "Oh, I say young lady," she said, a stern parental tone, "Now would you just look at this." She turned and held up one of my onesies, a favourite that I'd put away just that morning, had worn to bed two nights ago. The thin cotton stretched a little, had four poppers at the wide crotch, a print pattern of baby bottles and pacifiers unsuitable for adult attire. Rebecca didn't mention any of those things. Instead she held it by the shoulders, examined and twisted the folds of fabric between the head opening and the sleeves. "Envelope folds," she said with interest, "you know what those are for." I stood there in shame, didn't answer, started blushing again. Rebecca smiled and nodded, put the onesie on my bed, gave voice to her understanding. "Yes, you know what those are for." I wanted to run away, but it was my house, my bedroom; this is where I would normally run to. The things on the bed were what I'd wear too, when emotions were high, when I needed comfort. Instead I just stood there, weakly leaning against the door frame, frantically trying to think of a way out of this situation. Rebecca closed the drawer, opened the final one, found the diapers inside. She lifted one out, a multi-layered tailored design, a soft fleece inner, towelling outside and thick thirsty material separating the two. It fastened with velcro, something she discovered as she undid it, the noise filling the room, the diaper filling her hands, its bulk apparent as she held it up to show to me. "Oh, this is magnificent," she said, "It's perfect for you too! Where did you find this?" Struggling to stay in emotional control I didn't answer, just looked at her in distress. Rebecca looked up and realised the state I was in. "Oh, darling," she said, "It's ok. Come here." She stepped towards me, arms open for a hug and I couldn't resist, moved towards her, ended up in a close embrace. There were no tears, but she stroked my hair and my back, and I held her close. "I'm sorry," I said, "I.." Rebecca broke from the embrace, took a half step backwards, held me just below my shoulders. It occurred to me that she was still holding my diaper, hadn't put it down, but she ignored that, just looked straight into my face. "There's nothing to apologise for," she said, "Come on, let's sit down and chat." We sat on the edge of my bed, joining the plastic panties and onesie, a diaper held up between us as Rebecca started to speak. "Now, you've been hiding this.." I interrupted, "No, I.." Rebecca stopped speaking, put a finger on my lips to stop me speaking, chastised me, "Hush child, let me finish." As I blushed for the umpteenth time that evening she looked around the room and asked, "I bet you have a pacifier in here, don't you?" My instinctive glance at the bedside table gave her an answer and before I could stop her she leaned over, opened the drawer, laughed at the contents. "Well, you like playing the adult some of the time," she said, holding up something sleek, elegant and battery powered. I rolled my eyes at her; we knew each other too well for that to cause embarrassment. Putting it down she drew out an oversized pacifier, smirked at its size and pushed it towards my mouth. "Open up," she commanded, and I conceded to the inevitable, let her put it in my mouth, my jaw instinctively closing on it and my tongue reflexively starting a sucking motion. Rebecca smiled at that, the look you give to a cute puppy, a playful kitten.. or a small child. I blushed again, felt annoyed at myself for that, but made no attempt to remove the pacifier. "So. overnight problems?" asked Rebecca, "Protecting your bed?" I nodded, looked down and away, tried to avoid further questions. There weren't any; Rebecca had already joined the dots. "Let's see," she said, "if you had an issue you might well find some protection. Incontinence pads, maybe even briefs, but they're disposable. You wouldn't invest in cloth for that. You wouldn't buy onesies designed to accommodate messy diapers. And you certainly wouldn't buy that." She leaned forward, tapped my pacifier, made her point as she reminded me I couldn't reply to it. "So you must want to wear these things." She looked at me, shook her head slightly as I tried to shake my own in denial. "And that laundry smell? That smell now filling your room, coming from these panties?" She poked at the pink plastic, making it crinkle, its odour pleasant but unmistakeable. "That means you don't just wear these things. Oh, no, these get properly used." She smiled, put a hand on each of my shoulders and gently but firmly pushed me back. "You've always been my best friend," she said, "but you've kept this hidden. I don't like that. I think you need to be punished." I looked at her in consternation, but she didn't keep me in suspense. "I think someone needs their adult privileges revoked," she said, "if only I had some way of achieving.." She stopped, picked up the diaper and plastic panties, held them above me and in mock surprise said, "Oh, look at this. I think I have the answer." She put them down, started to undo my jeans, looking at me with a strange smile on her face. We'd been friends long enough that we'd seen each other naked, even on one occasion tried giving each other a Brazilian waxing. So I had no secrets from her there but nonetheless I pushed at her wrists, let the pacifier fall from my mouth, tried to sit up, told her firmly to stop. "I'm an adult," I declared, "and I.." A hand just below my neck pushed me firmly back down, Rebecca's second hand reaching for the pacifier and putting it back in my mouth. "Trust me," she said, "I've just discovered a whole new side to you, and we've got a whole week to explore it." I looked at her in shock, forced myself to relax, waited for her to continue. "Now I've had a long journey," she said, "and too much wine, and I need an early night. So you get one too, and I'm going to make sure your bedding is safe before I turn in. So lie back, relax, remember to enjoy it and we can discuss this more in the morning." She was right, I could trust her. So I let her undress me and for the first time in my adult life had someone put me in a diaper. Three children meant she was well practiced, but I made it easy, lifted my bottom and hips at the right times, let her slide the plastic panties up my legs, held out my arms so she could pull on my onesie and stood up while she crouched down to fasten it below my diaper. "Does my baby need a drink before beddy-byes?" she asked, her tone gentle and sincere, the potential mockery of her words negated by the care in her voice. I reached up and took the pacifier from my mouth to answer. "No, I'm fine thank you," I told her, "Are you sure.." She interrupted me at that point. "Of course I'm sure. I've missed having a baby in the house, and when you invited me here you told me you need some time out and some stress relief." Shopping, a day at the spa, visit a country house; that was what I'd meant. But I had told her that, so I nodded mutely at her, didn't disagree. "Right, so into bed with you," she told me, pulled back my covers, waited for me to sit on the bed, swing my feet around, lie back and look up at her. As she pulled the covers up she smiled, stroked my cheek and tried to reassure me, "Now, my baby's nice and cosy, everything safe and secure. So I don't want to hear you getting out of bed - you won't need to, after all. Don't worry, babies can't help themselves, it's not your concern now. I'll change you in the morning." I looked up at her in shock. This whole time I'd forgotten the consequences of wearing diapers, the obvious outcome, the humiliation of being wet and needing a change. Or worse! "What if I need to.." I started to ask, worry on my face and in my voice. "Oh silly baby," Rebecca said, guessing my question. She ran her hand up my side onto my shoulder, under the onesie's folded cloth. "Diapers get used, and this onesie's designed to cope with anything. So use your diaper, and your onesie will cope, and I'll cope." She took my pacifier from my hand, put it back in my mouth, leaned over me and gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Now, night-night, sleep well," she said. I waved weakly, accepted the instruction to try and sleep and watched her switch off the light and leave the room. She pulled the door behind her, not completely closed but blocking my sight, leaving me alone in my infantile state, wondering how I'd let her take control so quickly, so easily. I heard the toilet flush again, her way of assuring she'd wake up with dry bedclothes, and pushed a hand under the covers, ran it over my own bedding's safety measure. I wanted to go to sleep dry and comfortable, even though I knew I wouldn't make it to morning without needing the toilet. I sighed, accepted that I'd be woken during the night, knew I'd obey Rebecca, trusted her to deal with it in the morning. This was going to be an interesting week.

AN: I am not an author. Most of my experience comes from extremely long running play by post games on first forums, and later discord. However, after a friend described a setting for a game, I had an idea that wouldn't leave me alone. This story is inspired by their idea of a transhumanist future, along with my own second hand knowledge of how alternate readings of holy books have led to drastically new religions popping up like biblical fanfiction in the late 1800s. The rise in technology into post scarcity would likely contribute to even more extreme ideology. This is the story, of one such convert. Before we begin our tale, let me finish setting the stage with the following: We are all Children, in the eye of the Lord. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: One Toddle from Eden It is the year 2525, and mankind has long unlocked the secrets contained within our minds. With control over our minds, our bodies soon followed. Nowadays, even the most staunch traditionalists have a link installed. In the modern era, even the most normal of people can afford back up drives, replacement parts, and "upgrades" to live the life they wish. I was lucky enough to be a part of the first generation to experience a seemingly endless life. Maybe that's why I fine myself smiling at the mobile above my bed on this, the morning of my one hundred and fiftieth birthday. In the grand scheme of things, it was a relatively recent addition. Yet in the months it has been there, I don't think I could ever sleep without it. Not that that's something I'll ever need to worry about again soon. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and stretch out as much as I could. A soft rustle hidden under my JayJay's Interesting Adventure pajamas is more than enough to let me know my training pants stayed dry overnight. Just two years ago to even think I'd wake up wet would probably cause me to react in abject horror. How blind I was to the truth of our existence. Now I just find the sensation oddly fitting. It is the day of my final Purification. I doubt I'll get to enjoy the feeling of waking up dry again for a long time. The sound of the door opening distracts me from my idle thoughts. "Good morning, little one. Are you excited for your big day?" My N.A.N.N.Y. spoke. Unlike most personal care automata, she was designed by the Great Work to seem a natural human being. She wore soft pants with a matching shirt tucked in. I could still recognize that they were a light blue. I smiled at her. I was so happy when the Great Work informed me I'd been Purified of my need to live independently. The day my Nan moved in was one of the happiest days of my life. I barely had time to respond before she walked over to check my pull up. "I'm so excited I can barely stand it!" Indeed, I may have been making it hard to check me with how much I was bouncing in place. Not that Nan minded. She was one of the Neo Angels of our Lord. Part of the Great Work to see us to New Eden. She could handle me being to excited to sit still. "I see someone had a dry bed this morning. Do you know what that means?" She asked while taking a moment to move my bangs out of my face. She was probably thinking of how to dress me for my ceremony. I hope she did my hair in twin tails again, but I'm sure whatever she picks will be amazing. Let her think about that boring stuff for me anyway; I've got way bigger things to think about. Such as, "Birthday Breakfast!" I cheered! Since I didn't need changing, that meant I could get right to the good part of my morning! I heard Nan giggle at my enthusiasm as I leaped off the bed and started heading for the kitchen. After all, I've got a big day ahead. Wouldn't do without a good breakfast to start my day with, now would it? ~~~~~ Not entirely sure where I plan to head towards on this journey. Please feel free to point out typos though, I'm bad at editint

He he he I've done that LOL, usually after bath time you hit the chilly air shiver next thing you're peeing. Nice to know I'm not the only one to potty the floor. OMG I know I over share but I'm very open .

Here's one of my FAVORITE song's Mikey!!!!?????♥️?♥️??☺️???

I'm not shaven below the waist or my legs. Mostly because with my health issues I cant bend for long periods. I also have coarse hair so I get bad razor burn. If I had a big willing to help I'd be okay being shaved.

That could be a good modern diaper service logo too.

Great chapter happy the walk went well. I may have missed it is Lola an Amazon teen? I really hope Ashley gets more involved with her adopted son. :-)

It depends on the situation and where you are at. Back in the 1980's, they were common for guys but now it's flipped that it's common on women and rare on Men.

My apologies I didn't thank for the info on likening posts. Thank you

Progress bit by bit. It is getting easier to wet in different positions including lying down on my back and either side, while sitting and while walking. I now have absorbent bed pads making me feel more secure in wetting the bed. I also just received my first onesies that make me feel further safety in wetting. I am going to look into terry lined vinyl pants for further bedwetting security. I have not allowed sexual release during for at least 25 days and that is definitely key. Diapers + plastic pants are a kind of chastity device for me. Really enjoying this process. Of course, I am sure Ill stop before anything problematic or irreversible happens. Ill just do a few more days. Just listen to a bit more hypno.

we can put a shock collar on you, and if you slack off we can light you up like a christmas tree

Probably to make the kids feel like they are going to have wet clothes if they use them.

I do wet, usually without meaning too. I love pacis! I'm still working on finding a comfy one but I have a couple.

It will still last all day if you poop in it.

Your story has been added to the list as our first official entry!

I have some washable bed under pads ordered. I believe these will help me progress since they will make me feel more secure in bed wetting. The affirmation can be rearranged a number of ways to keep in engaging. Thanks for the advice about keeping a private journal. I have tried before unsuccessfully. I believe if I continue to record some of my progress and thoughts here it will have some of the same effect.

Here is an affirmation I say repeatedly. I try to think it as well. I try to say it as if it is true. I am a bed wetter. I have to wear diapers. I helplessly wet and mess automatically, at all times, when I am awake and when I am asleep.

Did you ever try and retrain for not bed wetting?

That's what I thought when I went 24/7 back in late 2018. It's amazing how flexible the goal post of "too far" can become and for me at least, one "point of no return" (bedwetting) could only be clearly seen through the rear vision mirror, not the windshield. By the time I realised that bedwetting was on the cards, I was a serial bedwetter.

OK. I'll drop off this thread and let others respond. Understand. For most folks it will take some time before it might happen..... And since you have already played in this area, your probably "normal" on this front. Best wishes and take care.....

Rachel realised she was crying, a salty taste as her tears reached her mouth, forced inside as she vigorously worked her lips and tongue on his penis. To the two women watching she looked passionately in love, an ardent attempt to give pleasure to her man as he sat there, elbows high, hands behind his head, looking down at her in amusement. Rachel wanted to curse at him, at the two women, but she didn't have time, knew she had to take him over the edge, make him lose control.. before she lost control. "I have two openings," he'd told her, "one for a lover, the other a toy for my boyfriend. He wants a baby." Rachel had looked at him in confusion. She'd applied for a job as a Personal Assistant, turned up in her professional suit, a smart straight skirt that needed the slit at the back to let her walk properly, the matching jacket closed over a lace trimmed camisole. Some men stared at the brief band of lace that was visible in the V of the jacket collars but she ignored them, gave her time and energy to the men that looked higher, held eye contact, treated her as a colleague and not a toy. So why was this man talking to her about toys? And if he had a boyfriend, why would he want a female lover? "I'm sorry, I thought this was a Personal Assistant role," she said, "I wish you luck finding the right people, but.." Her voice stopped abruptly as Rachel felt hands firmly grasping her arms, pushing her forward, making her stumble and drop to her knees. The fall didn't pull her arms free, instead they were wrenched backwards, enough pain to make her cry out. The surprise and pain stopped her from twisting and fighting as her wrists were pulled roughly behind her, a metal ratchet sound explaining why she couldn't then bring them back forward again. He'd wordlessly mocked her then, a condescending smirk as she knelt before him, before looking up and speaking to whoever was behind her. "Get her prepped. I'll be with you in a moment." Pulled to her feet Rachel looked to see who was manhandling her, found out it was two women, both dressed for the office too. One she recognised as the receptionist, she'd shown Rachel into the interview, hadn't gone back to the front desk. Rachel turned and tried to run but their grip on her arms was firm and one of them hooked a leg in front of hers, stiletto heels clashing with her more modest wedges, forcing her off balance and wrenching her shoulders once more. "Now then," said the woman she didn't recognise, auburn curls framing a kind looking face that matched her compassionate tone, "You'll get hurt and that doesn't help anybody." Maybe it was the tone, or just the need to avoid more pain, but Rachel found herself letting them pull her along a corridor and into another room. She started to struggle again when she saw what was in there, unmistakably a gynaecology chair, padded and reclined, straps on the arm rests, a deep basin below the cut-out front edge. Even as her brain marvelled at the leg holders being padded and covered in the same rich purple plastic as the rest of the chair she realised they too had straps on them, and that triggered her flight response, a proper kick at the woman to her right even as she leant her weight into the woman to her left. They seemed to expect it, the kick deftly dodged by one, the other braced to withstand her charge and then twist, forcing Rachel off balance again, then somehow catching her as she fell, using her momentum to swing her back upright and propel her towards the chair. With practiced ease they sat her on it and she found herself leaning backwards against her bound hands, unclenching them to relieve the sudden pressure on her kidneys. Before she could recover her balance and stand, a strap was pulled down over her head, tightened around her neck and drawn taut. Rachel had frozen then, head pushed against the high back of the chair, discovering for the first time her strong fear of strangulation, preferring to let them have the control they'd so effortlessly taken. Their response was silent and efficient, as they raised each of her legs in turn, place it in the holder, fastened the straps to keep it here. Her skirt sagged down her thighs, ruffled below her hips, protecting her modesty from anybody not standing between her now spread and outstretched legs. The pressure on Rachel's neck reduced, enough that they could turn her a little in the chair reach in behind and release her hands. Rachel briefly considered her options but the neck strap pulled taut again, so she relaxed both arms, allowed them to be pulled onto the armrests and fastened securely there. A final strap was drawn around her waist, leaving her entirely unable to move. "I can't breathe," complained Rachel as the women moved behind her, the lie revealed by her heavy breathing, half panic attack, half a result of the physical tension she'd been under. The strap around her neck was released anyway, letting Rachel move her head and see the rest of the room. There wasn't much to see, a dusty empty shelf on one wall, faded paint with a bright square suggesting a recent picture on another. The door she'd come through was closed, a cupboard beside it, doors closed. From behind her the two women reappeared, still in their smart suits with a new addition, white disposable plastic aprons still showing the creases they'd gained while folded and new. They pulled on medical gloves, purple, latex or maybe nitrile, Rachel wasn't sure. "No, please," she begged as a gloved hand reached behind her and brought into sight what looked like scissors. As they opened she almost laughed, the blunt nosed blades weren't safety scissors at all, they were pinking shears. Maybe they'd been unable to find the right thing, or possibly this was just a stylish kidnapping. It made no difference either way, her smart skirt ruined in moments, her jacket cut from sleeve to sleeve across the shoulders, the cream chemise never to be worn again. Seconds later her pantyhose lay tattered below the chair, revealing that she'd worn a matching bra and panties set, never intended to be seen by anybody else but giving her inner confidence, the comfort of being well dressed. A few more snips and she wasn't dressed at all, just vulnerable, open and unable to protect her body, let alone her modesty. Rachel had stopped asking questions by then, the lack of answers or even acknowledgement making it feel futile, her immobility making the answers irrelevant anyway. Instead she watched bemused as a soft cooling cream was spread down her legs. The bowl built into the chair was filled warm water, used to wet and wash a safety razor as it scraped the cream away. Rachel knew that this was unnecessary, she'd done this to herself just yesterday, knowing she wanted her legs looking good for the interview. She'd done her armpits too, and even her arms, but they too received careful ministrations. Rachel hadn't though plucked the few tendrils of fine hair around her nipples and winced as they were removed now by one of the women, the other now lathering the last hair left on her body. "No, not that," she said, then went silent, aware she sounded whiny, knowing that she had no choice anyway. It took longer than she had expected, her electric trimmer a far more effective way of shaping and controlling the morass, but eventually the razors stopped their relentless scraping and a damp cloth wiped her clean. Rachel stared in fascination, the loss of hair making her look younger, making her feel more naked, more vulnerable. Worse, the loss of her clothes showed that this wasn't an idle prank, the loss of her hair even more sinister. Rachel shivered, moaned in distress, watched what was happening around her. While one woman removed the bowl in the chair and took it away the other covered Rachel's eyes with a damp cloth. She shook her head fearfully but stopped when two hands firmly held it in place before one took the cloth and gently wiped her face, removing the streaks of make-up left by her tears. Both hands held her head again as the other woman came back into the room, leaned over Rachel and used tweezers to carefully shape and tidy her eyebrows. Rachel opened her eyes again, the sharp pain of hairs being plucked receding and saw a tube of lipstick just inches from them. Even as she watched the base was turned, the coloured wax emerging, a bright red that demanded attention. She looked up at the woman holding it, shook her head slightly, forced her mouth firmly closed. The woman shook her head in return and pout her lips, mimicking the expression of someone about to apply colour. Rachel shook her head again but stopped as it was shaken for her, a sharp slap that stung, drew her attention, reminded her how vulnerable she was. Another mimicked pout and this time Rachel complied, pouted herself, let them paint her lips that eye catching colour. The women stepped back from the chair, one leaving the room. Rachel found herself tugging at her wrist restraints and trying to close her knees, an instinctive realisation that this had all merely been a prelude and she was about to become the main event. Even as she struggled the woman returned to the room, an effeminate man with her. Dressed in an awful yellow suit, a matching yellow tie with excessive large knot almost obscuring the navy shirt beneath, he cackled with apparent delight. "Oh, she's beautiful," he said, "Can I have her? Oh please let me have her. I'll be so gentle with her and make sure she's really well cared for." Rachel stared at him, her red rimmed mouth dropping wide open in shock as he walked around the chair, stopping between her legs, her attempts to close her knees having failed and the view also wide open. "Look!" exclaimed the young man, "no hair at all, she's a perfect baby girl." He looked at Rachel's face, saw the horrified disbelief, misread it entirely. "Oh, it's ok my sweetheart, you'll get lots of attention and cuddles and a lovely thick diaper. I'll make sure it's changed regularly, we wouldn't want you to leak or get a nasty rash." "But I don't need diapers," said Rachel slowly, trying to find the right tone, "I'm an adult." "No," said the man, "you'll be my little baby and never need a toilet ever again. I've already found the most adorable diapers and I'll make sure your hands are well protected by thick mittens so that you don't hurt yourself trying to do adult things. It's ok, we'll feed you and give you a bottle and I'll pick the prettiest dresses and onesies for you." A deep laugh caught Rachel by surprise, making her turn. The man she'd met earlier had come back into the room, must have heard the younger man's comments. "I'm sure she'd love that, but we need to let her decide." The effeminate man subsided, clearly the junior in the relationship, subservient to his alpha partner who continued, this time speaking to Rachel. "You can be my lover, available when I want, for what I want, whether you want it or not. The rest of the time will be your own, to pursue your hobbies, enjoy an adult but captive lifestyle. Or you can become the baby girl my partner so eagerly desires, incontinent front and back, cared for like an infant, no responsibilities, no decisions, just strapped into any chair you're sat in, knowing every meal you eat will end up in your diaper, life a routine of naps, bottles and diaper changes." He paused, looked at Rachel, gave her a moment to absorb his words, understand the implications of his offer. He held up a finger to her, indicating that he hadn't yet finished, continued his firm measured words, "Now, before I ask you, I think it'll help to give you an idea of just how real this situation is. The man indicated to someone stood behind Rachel and she found the chair she was in being slowly rotated, giving her a chance to see behind it for the first time. A table with a large open plastic crate on it stood in the corner of the room, a door in the wall beside it. One of the two women stood there, the other releasing the chair and stepping back to give Rachel a clear view. From behind Rachel heard the man speak again. "These offices are on a very short term lease, we'll be gone by this evening, anybody pursuing the financial trail will find it petering out in the Cayman Islands; nobody will know who we are, whether you even came here, where we've taken you. Or them." At those words, or possible a gesture made from behind Rachel, the woman by the door leaned across, turned its handle and pushed it open. Rachel sat forward in the chair as much as the waist strap allowed her, arms pulling away from the chair as her legs pushed into their rests, her muscles taut as she stared in shock through the open doorway. Rachel had known she was in trouble anyway but this was a final confirmation, a counter to the slivers of hope she'd been trying to retain. The cages she could see were about waist height, three metal cubes with sturdy bars keeping captive in each a naked woman, all of them turning to stare back at her. They were silent, their ankles and wrists secured to the bars, preventing them removing the painful looking gags in their mouths, fetish style ball gags that distended their jaws. The only communication was a look of raw terror and anguish in their eyes, fearful glances from Rachel to the man behind her, a look back at her with a mix of sympathy and distress. "Two of them are for foreign export," she heard from behind, "my clients in the Gulf like a nice American blonde. The other one will be a fine earner in a New Orleans brothel; it's one of the ones that lets its clientele explore their sadistic side, so they're a good repeat customer for us." It was Rachel's turn to look with sympathy, watch the women's reaction to these statements. They must have not been told this before, their mouths working feverishly at their gags, their eyes doing the screaming for them. That was the last Rachel saw of them, the door closing on the terrible sight, her chair being turned back to face the man she now knew was evil, that for the first time she really feared. "Oh, don't worry," he told her, "You're too good for that. We want you to be part of the family." He crouched down, his face level with her naked vulnerability, looked up past it to her face. "But how will you join us? Baby or lover, adult or infant, taking care of my needs or needing care?" "Neither," said Rachel bravely, "Let me go." She held his stare, not daring to look away, but also not able to hide the turmoil inside her. He waited a few seconds, let her inner tensions mount, then chuckled. "I thought you might say that, so we have a simple test. You're going to get an enema." He paused, tilted his head a little, asked her with a curious tone, "Have you had one before?" "Umm. What? No," said Rachel in surprise. Of course she knew what an enema was but she'd never had one, wasn't sure why people had them, didn't know why she was being given one now. The man didn't keep her in suspense. "Well, it's straightforward. We fill you with warm water through your bottom, a tiny amount of soap in the mix to irritate your bowels, and before long your body will scream to release it. Of course, anything else up there will come out at the same time; it's a very thorough cleansing." Rachel didn't like the sound of that. She hadn't moved her bowels since the previous evening but couldn't see any sensible reasons for needing to be clean inside, and the phrase 'your body will scream' filled her with dread. "As soon as it's administered you'll be secured in a very thick diaper." "Oh yes!" said the effeminate man, a big smile lighting up his face. The man looked across in amusement before turning back to Rachel and continuing. "If you want to become a baby then you'll just have to do what babies do: Relax your muscles and fill your diaper. If you want to be an adult though, you'll have to convince me that you want to be my lover." Rachel stared at him in consternation. Her bad situation was getting worse and she couldn't see a good outcome from this. Her confusion was obvious so the man explained, "It's very simple, you just need to bring me to orgasm. Do that while you have a clean diaper and we'll remove it, you can empty your bowels into a toilet and walk out of here with us. It's that or a pushchair, but you can choose." He stood back up, looked at her, held his hands out to the side and theatrically said, "Let the test begin!" Beckoning to the younger man he turned and they both left the room. Being forcibly given an enema was the most humiliating thing Rachel had ever experienced. Well, for around 15-20 minutes anyway. She'd asked the woman how long it would take to come out and that was the answer; it would be ready sooner but with discipline and determination she could hold it through the pain. Her stomach distended, a bloated feeling making her want to waddle, a newly attached diaper making it impossible not to, Rachel was led to another room, her arms tied behind her once more, already aware that she wanted relief from the torment inside. Wincing in discomfort she looked up and saw the man sat in a chair, his trousers undone, the smile on his lips matching the anticipation shown by his already twitching member. Rachel had already made up her mind, and her decision was to escape. That meant creating the chance, and even being regularly raped was preferable to losing her autonomy, being permanently strapped down or trapped behind a crib's bars, unable to run in a diaper this thick. So she needed to work some magic, make him a happy man before she made his boyfriend a happy father. Gently pushed to her knees, legs forced too far apart by the thick disposable diaper, Rachel edged closer and leaned forward between his thighs, opened her mouth and put to good use four years of experience at college. That had been around ten minutes ago, and with the time it had taken to diaper her and waddle through to here, her 15 minutes were up. Rachel knew it too, her stomach squirming, the pain making the clenching so much more difficult, matched by the aching pain now in her jaw. She was good at this, she knew it, but the man had resisted her clever used of her tongue, the gentle sucking and use of her soft lips, spreading their red brightness down the full length of his shaft. Without warning he suddenly grabbed the back of her head, his fingers intertwined in her hair, pulled it down further onto him. Rachel resisted the urge to fight this, normal etiquette discarded; if he was ready then she might get to the toilet yet. As her teeth painfully trapped her lips against his pelvis she realised she'd gone too far down, couldn't breath, uncontrollably coughed and jerked her head back. Even as she spluttered for breath she realised the cough had broken her control, relaxed her sphincter, allowed a vile mess to start forcefully squirting from her body. With frenzied action Rachel renewed her ministrations, desperate to finish him off before anybody could tell what she'd done. His penis twitched, a sign she knew well, but a horrific smell rose around her, obvious confirmation that she was already too late, that she'd just condemned herself to a life of infancy. Her mind reeling she relaxed her mouth and started to lean back, looking up to see a strange expression on her face. Even before his penis slipped from her mouth it exploded, an acrid taste adding to her humiliation, then the head pulled free of her lips and another twitch gave her a new lipstick, this one white and badly applied, spread on her cheek and chin. Time seemed to stop. Rachel knelt there, letting her body continue its purge, no reason to try and hold back now, feeling the tickle as liquid started to dribble down her cheek, along the edge of her chin. She looked up at the man, watched him regain his composure, look back down at her. "Well now, isn't this an interesting situation," he said, "It smells like you've really put that diaper to good use, just like a baby little girl." Rachel blushed, unable to deny this but unwilling to admit the truth, apparent though the smell was making it. "But then you kept going anyway, didn't you?" asked the man rhetorically, "You didn't stop until you had my seed inside you." He looked at Rachel in amusement and added, "And dripping off you." Rachel's blush deepened and she looked away, turning her head to the side, not wanting to see the penis that she'd put so much effort towards satisfying. "What does that mean?" asked a male voice behind her. The effeminate boyfriend, he must have been watching the whole thing. "She filled her diaper, that makes her my baby!" Rachel felt his hands on her shoulders, pulling her off the man, off balance. She fell backwards, unable to use her arms to steady herself, knees too far apart to provide support, her weight landing instead on the thick padding beneath her bottom and the mess it held, trapped against her skin, squelching up the back and around the top of her legs. "It does indeed," reassured the man, confirming her worse fears, condemning her future, "but your baby has also shown she wants to be my lover too. Don't you my darling," he asked her, not expecting a reply, "I think your baby girl wants a regular feeding. Don't worry," he said, an insincere kindness in his tone as he looked down at her, "we'll make sure you don't get hungry." As she sat there, rank smell and horrid sensations at one end, awful taste and itching face at the other, Rachel realised that this was the plan all along. He'd held back, waited until she'd fouled herself before letting himself go, set her up for a life as a sex slave adult baby. She stared at her new owner in shock, wondering at the cruelty of the man she could still taste, couldn't wipe off her face. He looked back at her, saw her expression, nodded at her and smiled. "Welcome to the family."

He's a little late for the "Bowl Games".

Chapter 18 Ashley had spent her time cleaning. She didn’t want to be spending time with the little Angela had chosen to adopt. Angela has to be home by now, Ashley thought, let her take care of her little. When Angela walked into their home office, the look on her face told Ashley something was wrong. “Is Danny alright?” Ashley asked. She knew that if Danny somehow escaped or managed to do something extremely stupid Angela would kill her. “He is good right now,” Angela said leaving the door open so she could hear if Danny called for her. “He actually seems to be doing better than yesterday. Hoping he can relax a little more and let himself get taken care of.” “That is good,” Ashley said. She was still wondering why Angela looked upset. “Yes although,” Angela said. “He might had been really surprised not to be in trouble.” “What did he do?” Ashley asked, knowing this could not be good. “He was trying to stand,” Angela answered. “That is about the dumbest thing he could have done,” Ashley stated. “Is he just that stupid or…” “He is not stupid,” Angela angerly snapped back. “He is terrified after everything that has transpired the last few days. Plus, he might not have done it if he was being watched.” Ashley was now annoyed. It was Angela’s decision to go to the store and now she is going to play the blame game. “Then you should have brought him with you to the store,” Angela shot back. “Do you think that he is ready to be around that many amazons,” Angela said. “He would be even more terrified when an amazon coos at him. Not to mention the expectation that other amazons have about how to deal with a tantrum he would have. It is much safer to leave him here.” “Then I should have gone, and you should have stayed,” Ashley responded. “What snacks do my sisters’ littles eat that Danny could eat right now?” “I do not know,” Ashley said. “That is the reason I had to go instead of you,” Angela responded. “I have more experienced with littles so had a better idea what he would like.” “Then why didn’t you wait until you put Danny to bed?” “I thought it would be better to have the food for lunch,” Angela replied. “It should not have been that big of a deal. I thought worst case scenario you get him up and take care of him for a little bit before I get home. I didn’t think you would leave him alone for a long period of time.” “He was in the playpen,” Ashley stated. “I thought that was the point of the playpen put him in there, so he cannot cause any problems.” “When he is more adapted yes,” Angela explained. “But right now, he cannot really move so the playpen is not necessary. He does not like being babied right now. He sees the playpen as the worst option so there is no reason to not misbehave. The couch is more comfortable to him right now. He will behave better to not lose that privilege.” “And if he falls off the couch?” Ashley asked. “Then he has lost the privilege,” Angela responded. “But I do not think that will happen while his leg is still bad. We seemed to reach an understanding of not trying it again.” “You really think you are getting through to him,” Ashley said doubtfully. “He has made it very clear he does not want to be our little. He is just waiting for you to turn your back so he can stab you in it.” Ashley hated being this cynical to Angela, but she thought it was true. Angela fondness towards littles blinded her from the truth. Danny did not want to be here, so any agreement made were just him trying to manipulate them. Ashley knew Angela would not like it but thought she had to hear it. Angela not liking Ashley’s statement was an understatement. Angela was seeing red at this point. Danny was their little boy. To hear Ashley saying she had no faith in him hurt her. They are a family now. “Heather did not want to be adopted," Mama Angela pointed out. "Or Ruby and Wally or Freddie. Even Willow only agreed because she had no good options. He might not love the idea of being our little but over time he will realize it is what is best. He is our little boy now, we have to have a little faith in him." “He is not my little boy,” Ashley responded. “He is an injured little that you decided to take in and managed to guilt me into allowing.” “You really feel that way,” Angela said shocked. She knew Ashley was not thrilled about adopting but Ashley never gave her any indication that she was truly against it. “We both signed all the papers without a single objection from you. You did not say anything until now. If this was actually bothering you, then you could have talked to me at any time. We have always talked with each other openly about everything. It is too late now; Danny needs us, and we are not going to abandon him. I am willing to work with you and do anything need to help you, but you need to accept your responsibility as one of his parents.” “The head of the hospital suggested we take him,” Ashley said. “If I said no, I could kiss my goals of getting promoted and working my way up the ladder good-bye. I said yes for my career not because I wanted a little. If he claims he can take care of himself then he should be allowed to go out into the real world and see how long he can last.” “We both know he needs us, and he is already lowering his guard around me,” Angela responded. “I know you are not thrilled about adopting but you agreed. You have always faced challenges head on even if they scared you. Now with Danny, the first challenges happen, and you are avoiding it. There is something more going on with you right now. I have noticed recently you have seemed more stressed recently before we adopted Danny. Please tell me what is actually wrong I want to help you.” Ashley did not want to admit Angela was right about things being wrong before Danny. Her struggles at work were not Angela’s problem. It was a stressful job but she could handle it and she did not want Angela to know she was struggling. “What is going on is we got stuck with an unwilling little because you decided to stick your nose where it did not belong. It is as simple as that.” “That is not the truth and we both know it,” Angela said, clearly hurt by her partners comments. “I do not know what is going on with you but when you are ready to tell me I will be ready to listen. I am going to give you some space and go back downstairs to Danny. I do not want to leave him alone too much right now. He needs us just like we need each other. Just please know I love you.” “Love you too,” Ashley responded. Knowing she had upset Angela. Ashley went back to the chores wondering how much worse things could get.