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Hey guys! Ever since writing 'Without Merit', I've been wanting to do a more 'classic'/'cliche' diaper story that focuses on the 'walls closing in' and the 'downward spiral into diapers'. A story without any sci-fi stuff attached and focus on the other elements that can get a college girl in diapers: blackmail, peer-pressure, coercion. This is a swing at that kind of story, I hope you guys like it. Warnings: A vulnerable character gets mistreated by people who think they're acting in her benefit. There are dark thoughts attached to being treated this way. There is some innuendo, but no bad language and no smoochie scenes. As always, thanks for reading. <Edit: I've changed to font to something more default, it looked good on computer screen, but I felt it was harder to read on a phone.> -------------------------------------------------------------- 1 First Impressions The first move into the dorm was a rite of passage for every college freshman. It was no different for Kerri Summers. There was something about putting the past eighteen years in the rearview before diving into the future with nothing but the baggage brought from home. Of course, that baggage being both literal and figurative — and Kerri was no different in that manner as well. Kerri stood among her baggage of both kinds, quickly realizing the best thing about going away to college was that no one here knew anything about her. She cupped a hand to block the sun as she appreciated the multistory beige brick dorm hall. A welcome breeze tussled her violet sundress and her curly strawberry blonde hair swept across the back of her neck. Giddiness welled up inside her, causing her to shake a bit in her shoes. Just look at all of those windows! Those would be for many rooms and for new friends. Which one was going to be hers? The sweltering summer heat of southern Louisiana was something she appreciated less, but Kerri was used to the humidity, having lived in the bayou state for her entire life. However, that was living in ‘small town’ Louisiana, in one of the hundred tiny places that dotted the state. Nothing at all like this giant university campus that just about doubled the population of her hometown. Five large suitcases that sat around her like a Samsonite Stonehenge. Her life was now a math problem: How does a ninety pound girl carry two hundred pounds for about twenty yards? Make sure to show your work. No, seriously. How was she going to get them all inside? The taxi driver had been kind enough to help her load his trunk from the bus stop. However, after getting his tip, he found better things to do than assist her into building. That yellow cab was gone in a flash, the hot breath of its exhaust still tickled her bare legs. Which was okay. Kerri was a big girl, and she'd do it herself. That’s what she told her parents who wanted to join her on move-in day. This was all about making a first impression, and having a fresh start. You can never remake a first impression, or any impression for that matter. Kerri had found that out the hard way back home. At the same time, there were things she couldn't change, no matter how many first impressions she made perfectly today. And Kerri had to respect that, too. The most noticeable aspect of herself that she couldn't change was how short she was. In internet terms, Kerri was smol. Not in little person territory, though. Kerri had fact checked that on the internet, and she was quite relieved to find that she wouldn’t be relegated to a life in the circus as a sideshow attraction. She was more akin to an olympic gymnast on the height-o-meter, just without the athletic prowess to flip her way into a scholarship. Which was why she had to come with some kind of elaborate strategy to get all five suitcases from the sidewalk into the dorm hall. A pair of birds chirped in a nearby tree whose green leaves swayed in the gentle wind. It captured her attention. Maybe it was move-in day for those little birdies, too. Were they as nervous as she was? She hoped not. Her mind was wandering again. Not wondering, wandering — as in getting lost in her thoughts. She had a tendency to do that at the worst times. Kerri had been called ‘spacey’ or ‘clueless’ before, but that wasn’t the entire truth. Her parents said that her aloofness was what made her creative, but the school pathologists labeled it something else. Something with an acronym and a special folder. Kerri looked around for someone to help her, but everyone else seemed too busy to notice the smol girl from a small town trying to get through a small problem in one piece. No, she thought to herself, I can do this myself. I will do this myself. A few minutes later, she was at the front door. A total of fifty paces from the sidewalk where she was unceremoniously left to fend for herself. College had already been an adventure, and she hadn't even broken the plane of a single classroom. Kerri propped open the door with one of the heavier suitcases as she wrangled the rest into a much cooler lobby. It smelled like school and summer inside, an overworked A/C unit was the true MVP of the day. The sweat from the exertion and humidity made her violet sundress stick to her body in unflattering ways. She hoped there wasn't any embarrassing discoloration anywhere; especially being so concerned about first impressions, but there was little she could do about it now. She paused in the doorway to appreciate the inside just like the outside. So this was what college looked like. Random posters intermixed with a long line of mailboxes that required keys, there were polished squeaky floors and heavy wooden doors. And it was devoid of any students. An older blonde woman in round glasses sat behind a counter, she wore a t-shirt with some kind of welcoming statement, but her unwelcoming frown is what caught Kerri’s attention. She eyed Kerri as the smaller girl struggled to get the bags into the room, taking multiple trips without a complaint. It felt good to finally get inside, and to do it all herself, that was the something ‘extra’ that brought a smile to her face. Time to share that smile with Miss Grumps-a-lot at the main desk. Kerri shot her a grin. The woman barked, "Are you going to let all the cool air out?" "Um, what?" Kerri stuttered, taken aback by the tenacity of that southern hospitality. "The cooled air that costs us money, sweetie. You're letting it out that door that you have propped open. We're already on a tight enough budget, and you don't want us to turn off the air for the rest of the semester." "Oh, I'm sorry," Kerri said as she struggled to pull everything into the lobby. "I didn't mean to cause a problem, especially on my first day." She let out a nervous giggle. Miss Grumps gave her an icy stare as she stacked a pair of papers and grabbed a pen. Then she asked without looking up, "Last name and first name, please." "Summers, Kerri. I'm so excited about moving in." The woman quipped, "That's so nice, honey." Kerri took the lack of friendly interaction as a cue to shut up. She bit at her lip as she rocked back and forth in her sneakers. That mind of hers was about to go a-wandering. The not-so nice lady turned a stack of papers her way before handing her a ballpoint pen. "Sign here and here. Your room is 201, you have two other roommates. They’ve already arrived. The bathrooms are in the middle of the hall, and the laundry room is in the basement level. This is your key, you lose it, you pay the $10 for a new one. My name is Lauren Spikes, and I'm the resident advisor for this girl’s dorm. You'll find the rules on the bulletin board, so it would do you good to get to know them. I'm not afraid to give demerits, young lady. Trust me." Kerri nodded along with the words, trying to keep up with the rapid pace in which they came out. By the end, she was bugging out. Was her last name really Spikes? That’s an awesome bad guy name, at least half a level above henchman. It would’ve been even better for a Dr. Spikes or Professor Spikes. A name like that could strike fear in the heart of every do-gooder. “You okay there, sweetie?” Oh, great. Kerri was doing it again. She lassoed her brain back into reality. Kerri cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, I must have misheard you, but demerits?” It sounded kinda childish for her, this was college not some high school drill team. “Why, yes! Of course.” Miss Spikes sounded excited, and a smile peeked out like the sun through parted clouds. “I’m a bit old fashioned, but I find the most effective way to keep discipline is maintain good order.” “I get it,” offered Kerri. “We all want this dorm to be… uh, safe and well-behaved.” The RA studied her for a moment. “Are you sucking up to me, Miss Summers?” Kerri immediately felt put on the spot, she tried to think of what to say next as Spiky Spikes just glared at her. “No, no. That’s not it. I just think it’s good that you keep this place safe. That’s all, Miss Spikes.” “You can sometimes call me Lauren,” she corrected with a false grin. “I may be old fashioned, but I’d be upset if you thought I was old.” It was hard not to think of her as old, she was like thirty or something like that. Maybe it was just the way she presented herself. The thick rimmed glasses and mature hairstyle made her look motherly, and her tired eyes didn’t help matters, neither did that permanent scowl. Kerri thought Lauren looked middle aged, and acted older than that, but she could pretend for her sake. “You can call me Kerri,” she said as she extended a welcoming hand to shake. “Actually, I can call you whatever I want,” snapped Lauren as she refused the friendly greeting. “I’d prefer not to fraternize with those under my watch, it has a tendency to create confusion, and we don’t want any miscommunication. That’s why the rules are posted on the board, and that’s where you’re going to go read them.” Kerri retreated with a “Got it.” She tried to remain in a chipper mood, but this Lauren lady was quite the buzzkill. The back and forth between strict and friendly was enough to give her whiplash. Spikes reminded her of a teacher that would wear a smile as she handed out an unfair detention. Kerri beelined straight to the bulletin board. The rules were pretty standard stuff. No boys, no drugs, no guns, no alcohol, no fun, etc. Kerri pretended to read it as her mind wandered into more interesting pastures. When she pretended for long enough, Kerri took all of her baggage into the elevator without the help of Miss Lauren Spikes, who pretended to have better things to do than help little Kerri. The door to room 201 was already open when she got there. From her hidden spot in the hallway, Kerri peered into the her new home. This was it. Her big moment. It all started today. A fresh start. The other two girls were busy inside. Her new roomies! What an exciting time to be alive. They chatted together as they unpacked clothes from their bags and into the built-in drawers against a long wall. That was a good way to describe the room: long. A long and narrow rectangle with raised beds placed along the walls to form an L shape that encircled the rest of the room. Inside the L was a little living room with a weathered brown sofa, an equally well-experienced coffee table, facing a nice television. An off color wall-mounted sink was placed in the middle of a long wall, above it hung a small vanity mirror, and someone had already laid out a small mat on the bland tile floor. Kerri looked about the room in childish wonder, she then studied her new roommates, aka her new best friends. Roommate one was a lanky blonde with a tight ponytail and in even tighter running shorts. She wore a purple t-shirt with the school’s initials across the front, it looked fresh and new, and it was probably its first day as well. Number two was a mocha skinned girl with long black hair that shimmered in the soft light. She was fuller than the other girl, not on the extreme side, and she carried it well. She wore a grey hoodie sweatshirt even in the summer, and there was something about how she smiled that made Kerri feel safe. It gave her a tingling sensation. How could a smile be tingling? She didn’t know. Kerri was weird that way. It looked like the other two had already laid claim to the beds on the far end of the rectangle, the short side of the L with the windows. The last remaining bed was empty and awfully alone on the other side of the sink and vanity. But at least it was in the same room; unlike Kerri, who continued to hide in the hallway long past what would be considered to be polite. "Chica, I don't run unless I'm being chased," said the tan girl with a laugh. “I love running,” the lanky girl replied, “I get to eat what I want without gaining weight.” The stockier of the two hesitated a moment. “I’m Puerto Rican, Candice. I’ll be thick no matter what I eat. The big butts are an ancient tradition of my people. Are you implying that I have to look like you to be pretty?” It got serious all of a sudden, as the girl called Candice stopped what she was doing, unsure if she should apologize or not. Then they both broke into a fit of laughter, and Kerri felt relieved from her spying spot. Candice shook her head to brush off the joke. “You’re hilarious, Ana. You had me for a second there.” “I did,” Ana agreed. “You should have seen the look on your face.” Then she stopped and turned towards Kerri at the door. “You can come in, you know. We’re not going to bite you or anything.” Kerri froze. She had just been caught ‘spying’ on her roommates. Great first impression. “At least not me, Candice might be hungry from running or something. Have you had lunch, Candice? Wait a sec. Do skinny girls even eat lunch?” Meeting new people was high on the list of things that made Kerri ‘bug out’. She practiced and practiced, and sometimes the practice paid off — but other times she let the moment get too big. This moment was too big for this smol girl. Kerri found the means to shuffle forward until she was fully revealed. All of that practice for perfect body language with perfect jokes turned into slumped shoulders and sealed lips. What a waste of a bus trip. The other two girls were onto her before she could get a word out. Candice was the first to talk. “Hey, my name is Candice, and I’m from Texas. Yeehaw, right? But I’m from Dallas, so no cows or horses for me. I like what you’ve done with your hair. And your dress is cute, too. Where did you get it? This is going to be so great, all three of us are going to party. What do you like to do for fun? Oh, yeah. What’s your name?” It was all a blur to Kerri. Words that came out fast forward while she moved slow motion. This happened from time to time, when things got ‘too much’. “Are you okay?” Ana joined Candice next to Kerri. “Earth to chica — are you in there? I didn’t mean to scare you when I told you to come in, it was just… you know, creepy. I’m not so sure if that’s the right word. Seriously, though. Hablas ingles? Because that’s all I speak, besides the bad words of course, they’re more fun in Spanish.” It took all the strength she had to open her mouth. “I’m Kerri.” Ana smiled. “Well, hi there Kerri.” Candice placed a soft hand on the smaller girl’s shoulder. It was as a very welcome gesture after the run in with Lauren Spikes, RA extraordinaire. “You look tired and sweaty. Let’s have you sit down, and I can get you a glass of water. It’s tap, but whatevs. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” About a minute later, Kerri sat on the old brown couch sipping the water. She had totally blown it. Absolute nightmare material, and she had practiced what she would say and everything. But it wasn’t too late, she could still prove to them that she was a fully functioning young adult. She could do this. Just get up and bring in your bags. Then say something funny. Try to break the ice. Kerri looked towards the door to find Candice easily carrying in her bags. Ana remained at Kerri’s side, trying to figure the quiet girl out with a kind expression on her face. Ana asked, “You good, chica?” “Yeah,” Kerri muttered. “I’m okay.” “It’s the heat, right?” Candice added from the doorway. “It knocks the fire out of the best of us. That’s why I run so early in the morning, and why it is equally important to stay hydrated.” Ana sounded impressed. “Are you a doctor or something?” “No. I’m a sports medicine major, but I take nutrition seriously.” Ana gained a predatory look all of a sudden, with the happy face of a kid that just saw a long line of cupcakes. “Does that mean you get to give massages to all the hurt male athletes?” Candice chuckled. “Yes… and I’ll let you know when I need an assistant.” “Perfect. I specialize in working on inner thighs, tight butts, muscle-y chests, and big arms. They also need to be cute and rich, and have good personalities, too. You’re not writing this down, chica. This is super important.” “You’re going to end up on a list some day, Ana.” “You’re right.” Ana turned to Kerri to get a second opinion. “And it’s going to be totally worth it.” Kerri smiled. The positive attitude in the room was infectious. It felt good to sit and be a silent part of it. “So… lucky Candice is a sports med major, I’m an early childhood development. What are you here to learn, Kerri?” “Um. I do art. I like to draw,” she answered timely and with a smile. She could do this. “Art, huh.” Ana was up to no good again. “When is male nude model day?” Kerri blushed. Honestly, she had never even thought about that. She hoped that day was far, far away. She imagined herself drawing an opaque black bar over … parts. As for Ana, the girl was so direct and out there, while Kerri just hoped that she could put five words together without making a fool of herself. Candice joined Kerri and Ana on the tired couch, forcing the cushions to shift over to support her weight. For a moment, all three of them shared a sofa like in a sitcom. “I can’t believe that you’re into early childhood stuff,” Candice said. “That’s why you have that job.” “What job?” asked Kerri. She was getting used to talking, maybe shyness could be blamed on the heat and not the nerves. “I’m a nanny for a pair of four year old twin boys. Lucky me, right?” Ana rolled her eyes as if to say she wasn’t actually lucky. “And guess what the worst part is that they’re not even potty trained. No seriously, full on diapers. Not even pull-ups.” “That ain’t right,” added Candice. “No, it isn't,” Ana answered. “The parents were ‘very’ interested in me learning about potty training. So that’s what I’m going to be all about for the next few weeks. Yay, huh?” Candice waved her hands around. “Totally yay.” Ana took a moment to re-evaluate her patient. “You look much better now, Kerri. Got a lot more color in the face. Not as much as me, but good enough.” With that, Ana gave a sweet tap to her arm and left Kerri on the couch. Candice did the same, and Kerri was once again alone with her wandering thoughts. So all of this actually happened. If this was a video game she would have already hit the reset button and retried the level. There was no doing that, no remaking a first impression. Kerri had managed to dig herself into a hole, and she was unsure of the best way to crawl out. But she would do it. Her bags were by the remaining bed, and she figured unpacking them would be the best way to start fixing her day. However, a nasty creepy-crawly thought wiggled its way into her wandering mind: things weren’t ever going to change. And it was all her fault. Kerri Summers was an imposter. A bad one at that. No matter how hard she pretended to be ‘with-it’, she would continue to be a hapless little girl who needed help from everyone. The ‘kid glove’ treatment would continue because that’s what her actions prescribed. Who knows? Maybe she was overthinking everything. Maybe that’s why she was so overwhelmed with the simplicity of the moment. Maybe it was too late to change the way things worked. She couldn’t shake the thought that things were going to be the same here as it was back home. A re-run on a different set, with different actors to play as her friends, and no one re-cast as her parents. And Kerri would be stuck in the same role forever. The one being babied. Maybe it had already begun. Kerri internally debated that fact as her mind freely wandered while she unpacked her bags. Her clothes were organized into her drawers, her laptop placed on her desk, and her bed was perfectly made. But she didn’t ‘fully’ unpack. Her stuffies were still in her bag, which made her wonder why she even brought them from home in the first place. Kerri would keep those in there until the other girls were more convinced of her adulthood, her real-sized, grown up human independence. Unless that never happened. Then maybe her stuffed animal buddies would just live in her bag. In the dark. With no friends. Okay, she would wait until her roomies were fast asleep to bust them out. She mindlessly grabbed a stack of adult coloring books and… “Are those coloring books?” Kerri stopped. When did Candice get to her corner of the room? “They’re adult coloring books,” snapped Kerri as she defensively brought them to her body. “I use them to help relax. That’s all!” The taller girl backed off. “Whoa! Simmer down there, Kerri. I didn’t mean anything by what I said. I think it’s kinda cool that you do your own thing. I came to your side of the room to see if you need any help, but now I see you got it all covered. I’m just trying to be friendly, that’s all. Are you okay? You have this weird look on your face. Totally catatonic…” Kerri popped back into reality. “I’m… I’m fine.” Candice asked, “Do you want any help, or not?” “Yeah. If you want to help.” “Cool,” Candice said, “Ana and I are going out tonight, do you want to come with us?” Kerri said, “I’d like that. A lot.” For some reason, the simple invitation to dinner seemed to turn her mood around. Dinner would be good, a place to ‘flip the script’, like a U-turn of possibilities. Little things like that were baby steps forward towards what she wanted. No, not baby steps. Little steps. No, normal steps forward towards normal interactions for normal, neurotypical lifestyles. Nothing like what she was before she got here. “Aww! This is sweet!” Candice squealed from behind her back. “A Pony Princess, my little sister loves that show.” Kerri turned to see the bag with the smuggled stuffies ripped wide open, revealing the childish contraband, and in her roommate's arms was her favorite unicorn, Princess Clarabelle. “Put that away!” Kerri pulled it free from the taller girl. Who was too taken aback by the intense physical reaction to put up a fight. Candice shouted, “What’s your deal, Kerri?” Kerri suddenly felt so smol. How do you explain this kind of stupid indignation in words? Princess Clarabelle stared back with its marble eyes demanding a reason as well. Kerri didn’t have a good one. She was totally blowing it again. And again. And again. Kerri started to explain, “I just…” “You’re acting like a little kid,” Candice interrupted. “First the coloring books, then the stuffed animals.” She looked towards Ana who was trying to figure out the sudden hubbub from her side of the room. “They’re cute though,” Ana tried to mend the gap. Candice wasn’t as convinced. “Yeah, but… really?” Ana said, “They’re not doing us any harm, right?” Kerri found herself agreeing with Ana, tightening her fingers around Clarabelle in a death grip. She was breathing far too fast. Kerri needed to control her breathing, she was gasping for air. She muttered, “The coloring book is for adults…” “Yeah,” Candice laughed, “and I’m sure the crayons are adult crayons, too.” “Don’t sweat it, Kerri,” Ana advised as she got up to join them. “It’s cool that you have things you brought from home. Candice is just trying to overcompensate for a personality built on exercise. Besides, she’s not cultured. She’s from Texas.” “Har-har. And yee-haw.” Candice grinned as she backed off. “Here you go.” Ana held a pair of Princess Ponies to add to the shimmering mane of Clara. “Kerri, let me help you.” Kerri looked back at roommate one and two, the kind expressions they wore like fake masks, but the twinkle in their eyes gave away their true intentions. Nothing was ever going to change. Especially not here.

Don't worry I have the perfect guy for you Mikey

As a person that works the night shift I don't know what you complaining about Mikey I always have dinner at 8:30 am ??????

I've been writing some bits were the reason he needs a change is ambiguous. The last thing I want to do is yuck anybody's yum, but messy stuff just isn't my thing. I've tried writing it and the results just weren't very good. Anyway, here's another chapter. I think I might be able to pick up the pace a little bit. Could be done in about a month maybe. Chapter 22 Tommy laid awake, his eyes still shut. He could smell his mother's coffee already brewing in the kitchen downstairs and hear a bird gently singing in the backyard tree. Under one arm he held his new teddy while the other bear stood guard over one corner of his crib. He nursed drowsily on the last of his nighttime bottle. He heard the door creak carefully open. The sound of footsteps slowly approached. He opened his eyes and looked up at his mother. “Good morning baby. You looked so cozy I didn't want to wake you up.” “Good morning. It's OK. I was just resting.” “In that case, let's get you ready for the day.” She lowered the side of the crib and scooped him up. Tommy was once again surprised at how casually she could do this. And t only seemed to be getting easier. She laid him down on the changing table and began getting him out of his sleeper. “There's a nice big park by the lake. Would you like to go? We could have a nice walk, get some lunch, and they even have a zoo.” “Yeah, that sounds good,” Tommy replied as he was relieved of his night-time diaper. “That's what we'll do then,” she said as she retrieved a fresh diaper from beneath the table. She quickly cleaned her son with a baby wipe and powdered him thoroughly before setting his bottom on the new diaper. She taped him up, let him down on his feet, and walked over to his closet. “I got you some new things,” she said as she gathered a few items of clothing. She turned around. In one hand was a pair of blue corduroy shorts. In the other, a white sweater knitted with a smiling bunny's face on the front. I just thought this was too cute to resist. Do you like it?” she asked almost pleading. It wasn't any more babyish than his school uniform, but it had been some time since he'd been dressed in something hand-picked for cuteness. Even so, as he looked at her hopeful expression, Tommy felt like he had to give something back. If his mother wanted to see him in this outfit, he wasn't about to refuse. “It looks good mom.” She smiled “Glad you like it.” She helped him into the shorts, snapped them up, and adjusted them into a comfortable position. “Almost there,” she said as she pulled the sweater down over his head, and helped him get his arms in. She took a moment to straighten everything out and looked him over. “You look sweet” clearly pleased with the results as she clipped his pacifier to his sweater. Tommy could see that things were still changing. A very short time ago she'd have said something like “handsome” even if she meant the same thing. “Thanks, mom,” he said. She made them both a batch of blueberry pancakes for breakfast and they sat together and discussed their plans for the day. “I need to go by work before the park,” she said as she got up and got his diaper bag. “I just need to check on something.” she sat it down on the table and began assembling the day's supplies. Tommy felt a pang of disappointment, he didn't want to waste time in a boring office. “Do you have to?” he said. "I do,” she said as she got a wipe from its package “Are you going to be a good boy and come along without complaining?” She cleaned a bit of syrup from his mouth. Tommy squirmed a bit at the cold wipe but didn't protest. “Yes mom,” he said resignedly. She produced a comb from within the bag and went to work fixing his hair. “Good boy.” “You don't have to do everything for me,” he said, though he allowed her to continue. “I just want you to look nice. You don't really mind do you?” “Not really, I guess.” He thought for a moment “Do you?” She laughed “No sweety, not at all.” Once she was satisfied she shouldered the diaper bag and led Tommy out to the car, taking care to grab some spare diapers from the stash in the living room. Once he was secure in his car seat they started for her work. Tommy started to wonder what his mom's work looked like. He knew she was some sort of scientist, but he never really understood what she did. As they pulled iup he gazed in wonder at the huge glass structure that rose into the sky from a flourishing garden. Inside he could make out what looked like a waterfall rolling down one side of the atrium. “You work here?” he asked in amazement he was released from his restraints and set on the ground. “I bet you didn't think I did anything cool huh? Tommy took her hand eagerly and made they made their way across the parking lot. Inside the building, he looked up in awe at the waterfall roaring down over a mossy rock face that ran up the side of the towering atrium. The sheer size of it made him feel small. As the approached the elevators he felt a squeeze on his hand and realized his mother had been holding it all this time. “Neat huh?” She said. “Yeah, this place is amazing.” He said in wonderment. He looked to his right and saw what had to be the gym his mother was talking about. It was full of strange-looking pieces of equipment that glowed and hummed. In one corner a woman hoisted a large weight over her head with little apparent effort. “Is that the gym you use?” Tommy asked “Yes, some people like to come in on the weekends.” As they stepped into the elevator he did nothing to pull his hand away from hers. They were inside well away from any danger posed by a car, it simply felt nice. The elevator dinged at their chosen floor and they walked a short way down the hallway and into a sprawling room filled with rows of cubicles above which were banks of monitors showing lists of numbers, graphs, and what appeared to be diagrams of new inventions. He imagined that some of them must be even more advanced than all the strange devices he encountered since moving here. In one corner a monitor displayed a map of the world studded with dots each of which had a future date next to it. They came to the cubicle labeled Karen Welton where they finally entered. She quickly set down the diaper bag and turned to a woman who was working in the cubicle immediately across from her's. “Janet, I'm so glad you're here” she greeted her coworker “I just need to go into the lab for a moment. Could you watch this guy for just a second?” Janet turned from her work. “Oh hi Karen, I didn't see you come in. Yes, I can watch Tommy.” “Thank you” Karen replied letting go of Tommy's hand. “He shouldn't be much of a bother and it will only be a sec.” She knelt down and looked Tommy in the face “Be good for Mrs. Weaver. I'll be right back.” Tommy nodded “OK mom.” “I know you will,” she said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She turned and thanked her colleague and hurried off to complete her errand. Mrs. Weaver spun her chair around to face the boy. “Hi Tommy!” she said smiling “It's nice to meet you. Your mommy's told me so much about you.” “Hi” Tommy replied feeling a little self-consciousness as he looked over his mother's desk and noticed several pictures of himself scattered among diagrams of molecules and pictures of what looked like a giant windmill. “Nice to meet you too.” He looked at the strange blueprint Mrs. Weaver had on her monitor, it looked something like a satellite dish pointed straight up with a set of thin antennas rising from the rim. “What's that thing?” “Oh, this is a Storm Catcher. When a storm passes over the city these attract all the energy out of it then it can be used to make electricity. The storms get really loud though. And the lightning does some strange stuff. Some kids get scared.” Tommy dismissed the notion. As much as things had changed he just couldn't see himself being scared of something like a little storm even a loud one. “I don't think I would.” Mrs. Weaver chuckled “I'm sure you're very brave. But they're pretty loud, and the lightning gets really wild so it's OK to be scared.” Tommy just nodded and looked back at the pictures sitting on his mother's desk. “Does she really talk about me?” he asked. “All the time,” Mrs. Weaver replied with a grin. “She's really proud of how well you're doing in preschool. She told me all about the little picture you made for her. And just yesterday she was bragging about how cute you are sleeping in your crib.” Tommy blushed. But he smiled too. “And” Mrs. Weaver continued “I know she's really looking forward to hearing you sing with your preschool class.” “Oh yeah,” Tommy replied having genuinely forgotten about it “Some of those words are really hard.” Mrs. Weaver nodded “Lots of little kids have trouble with them. But I know you'll try your best and make her really proud.” He looked over her desk again “What's sulfur dioxide conversion?” he asked. “Just something your mommy is working on.” They were interrupted by her return. “Thank you, Janet. I hope he wasn't too much trouble.” She said as she set a folder down on her desk. “Not at all Karen. We were just chatting. I think he might need a change though. He's squirming the way mine used to when they were wet and didn't quite know it.” She knelt down and checked Tommy's diaper. “Good eye as always,” she said as she shouldered the diaper bag. “Thanks for watching him. See you Monday.” She took Tommy's hand. “Don't forget to say bye.” she admonished. He resisted moaning at this unnecessary motherly reminder. “Bye Mrs. Weaver,” he said. “Bye Tommy, bye Karen. See you Monday.” She led her son back out of the office and further down the hallway. “Let's get you changed,” she said as she opened the restroom door. Tommy was almost surprised to see a standard restroom with no obvious advanced technology until his mother waved her hand in front of a panel and a changing table emerged from the wall. “Why do they have those here?” he asked. “Because lots of people like me have to come into work with kiddos who are still in diapers” she lifted him up onto the table “and sometimes we need to change their little bottoms.' Tommy rolled his eyes “Mooooom.” A hint of laughter crept into his groan. She laughed “Well it's all true.” She slid his shorts down and undid the tapes of his diaper. “And we get to show off our cute little guys to our coworkers too.” He pretended not to pay attention but the blush coming over his cheeks gave him away. She took his ankles and pushed his knees towards his chest lifting his bottom from the wet diaper. “Thank you for being good for Mrs. Weaver. I can tell she enjoyed chatting with you.” “She was nice. She told me about those storm catcher things.” Karen nodded as she opened a bottle of baby powder. “She's working on an improvement to the design. Those things make some really amazing storms. I sure hope they aren't too scary.” She dusted his bottom and set him down on a dry diaper. “Are they really that scary?” he asked with a slightly worried tone. “Lots of kids think so,” she said as she brought one end of the diaper up against his stomach.” He thought for a moment “I don't think they could be that scary.” She gave him a skeptical smile as she taped his teddy bear festooned diaper into place. “Well if they are too scary I'll be here for you.” She pulled his shorts back into place and set him down on the ground. “Thanks, mom, but I probably won't be scared.” “I'm telling you just in case sweety” Without prompting he took her hand. “Now let's go to the park. It should be a fun day.” And together they walked back to the car.

Hey everyone. This is my first story so be kind. I'm a slow writer but I'll update asap. It does involve adult baby themes, diapers, forced feedings as the story goes so if this is not for you then dont read. I hope everyone enjoys the story! NOTE: In my version of the diaper dimension North America is the same shape. Some states have the same name (i.e. New York) and others have different names (i.e. Abkani is the name of California). Also be aware that in this diaper dimension story America doesnt have a president...it is ruled by a monarchy whose palace is in New York City. CHAPTER 1 It’s always embarrassing sitting in a high chair. Even more so when it’s in computer class but when your a little and everything in the school is made for people five feet taller than you or more you have very little choice in things. It was better than sitting in someone’s lap I suppose. The high chair was white with a blue seat, the tray was white also and held a keyboard I’d made myself as an adaptor to the large computer in front of me on the table. Some of the students tried to move the chair away so my chord wouldn’t reach but once I’d added a wireless feature they stopped trying. It was quiet except for the repetitive sounds of amazons typing away at the computers. Today was the AP Computer exam, one last test before the holiday break. I typed away at the test, the coding for the final was long and intense. Each one a separate line of math and numbers to compiled into the AI digital framework. Without even looking I could tell most of the class was struggling with the assignment. Amazons always boast, as a little I can’t be expected to handle anything more complex than my ABC’s, yet here I was out pacing 99% of the AP coding and engineering class. The only one doing better than me was Dylan Farnum. Dylan was the smartest Amazon in school, he already had a dozen college credits and valedictorian without contest. I wasn’t jealous. He was way smarter than me, but let’s be real that if I had beaten him in grades they would never let it be public. Amazons have no problem admitting a little is smart but would rarely is ever let them get credit for it. If anything most littles play dumb because very smart littles attract attention. I was smart but I’ve been smart since grade school and have been planning my life out years ahead of me. With luck and a little bit more time I’ll be set for the next ten years. We played the keys fast and purposeful, finishing within seconds of one another as we checked everything and hit send. Tension left me, a relaxation of muscles in my shoulders, chest and lungs let go all at once. It was only then I realized how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. No one was allowed to leave classes during finals. It used to be a biased system that only permitted Amazons to go during exams but littles were not, we were meant to hold it the entire time. After some lawyer brought suit against the school they made sure no one could leave, rather than let us go. I took in a breath, it would be uncomfortable but I knew I could hold it for the next hour till the class was over. “Mr. Farnum,” the professor said, with his balding head, squared glasses, sweater vest and bow tie he looked as though he should be teaching history of the ages and not computer sciences. Then again Mr. Tully was considered the odd teacher of the whole school. “Mr. Case” he looked at me, “With your submissions received you may do whatever you like until the bells, just don’t disturb the rest of the class.” Fortunately the high chair held my backpack within arm’s reach. Most of the girls thought it was adorable hearing my diaper as I moved in my seat. More than one set of eyes looked at me with equal parts disdain for being smarter and desire for adoption. I pulled a laptop that fit my size and set it on the highchair tray. A small cable plug which I inserted into the laptop on one end and the other into a small metal ball I’d also set on the tray. Instantly the screen came to life with code readings and I began analyzing, writing and rewriting certain portions. If you’ve ever watched highly skilled hackers at work you can guess what the screen would look like. With all of the work our class and the world at large was doing with Artificial Intelligence and Nano tech (microscopic robotics) I thought it would be a good basis for my senior project for this class. With less than half a year left till I graduate I was taking every possible moment to work on it. It was sad to think most of the students in this class probably hadn’t even started working on their projects yet. Probably think they can do it the last month and still get an A. I was so involved in the layer upon layer of code that I didn’t even realize how much time had gone by until the professor said, “That’s it. Submit what you have. See you all after the holidays everyone.” I put the ball away along with my laptop storing them in my backpack that I’d pulled from around the seat. Unfortunately I couldn’t get down on my own. This was a little’s highchair, so only an Amazon or a really strong betweener could open it. The Amazons filed out past me, even in the high chair it’s still an ominous feeling. Like when you walk down the streets surrounded by skyscrapers. Many chatting about upcoming holiday plans while others complained about the test and which part they stopped on. Several girls ruffled my hair, pinched my cheeks. One even left a diaper on the tray table, giggling as that continued. No one bothered to open the tray for me. I found myself being pushed forward and a cold hand sliding down my butt and diaper, at the same time a pacifier was pushed into my mouth. “And how is your diaper holding up little one? Are you still dry? I know this class can make you confuzy woozy, it’s only natural to feel relief in using your diaper,” the hand retreated and I was pulled back against the seat as the Amazon stepped forward into view and slid her hand in my pants and squeezed the front of my diaper. Shelly Henning was one of the most horrible Amazons at the school. Light brunette hair, brown eyes, dark eyebrows and way too much make up. “You stayed dry, what big boy you are. But you know, wouldn’t it just be easier to just fill your diaper up and let me take you home?” A shiver went down my spine. Just the idea of being a mindless drooling baby with her would make anyone afraid. Actually if the rumors in the hallways were true it would be much worse. Rumor had it that her family owned 3 other littles, none were regressed. Apparently they took great pride in watching their littles struggle and fight till they were eventually broken. She squeezed again before stepping away to admire the little trapped in the high chair. ‘Are you going to let me out?’ I thought. Saving grace that Mr. Tully was still in the room. “Ms. Henning” he said. Shelly turned to the professor, her uniform skirt flaring up slightly as she did. “Unless I’m mistaken you have one more class till school is out and the bell will ring in 3 minutes. I suggest you get to it.” “I am Mr. Tully, I’m just making sure the baby hasn’t messed his diaper,” she turned, eyeing me, trying to force me to mess myself to confirm her beliefs. “Appreciative, but I will take care of Mr. Case. Unless of course you’d like to do Quantum mechanical coding?” He almost sounded…hopeful in his request. If she had been smart, she’d have known there is no coding in quantum mechanics unless you’re talking about the portals to the other dimension, the Earth one I mean. “NO!” she squealed and almost ran out of the room. “Thank you” I said as he approached, taking the tray off the chair and helped me to the ground. “I do have to say Mr. Case you surprise me every time you’re in class. Most littles can’t handle complex classes like this but you also have very good restraint. Many of the littles I meet, when someone does what Miss Henning just did would throw a huge fit and get themselves into deeper trouble, but not you. I almost wanted to cry, Mr. Tully wasn’t a teacher to express a large amount of compliments or emotion for that matter but he’d always been straight and fair with me. “Thank you,” I replied. Walking toward the front he asked, “I know it’s embarrassing to talk about Mr. Case but, on a between us note, how have you managed to hold your bladder in through this exam? Most of your classmates I suspect ran for the restroom the moment they left here.” I knew the answer, it just took me a moment to say the words correctly. “I do have to go, I just didn’t want to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing it.” He smiled, walking past me to the classroom door that was closed at the moment. It was one of those big heavy wooden doors with a thin glass window on the handle side. Heavy enough a little would have to ask someone to open it for them. I stopped before he opened the door. “Mr. Tully?” I asked, he turned to look at me. “Is the hallway empty or is someone waiting for me out there?” He knew what I meant and looked out the window. “You’re out of luck today Mr. Case, she’s not going to move” he opened the door and stood to the side of it. I shrugged my shoulders. I knew what was coming; no way would the Amazons let me get to the bathroom if my life depended on it. I didn’t even try to hold it in anymore letting the pee rush out of me and fill the diaper. The warm spread all around the front, back and sides. Thankfully it didn’t leak onto the shorts. I stepped carefully around the door before I saw her. ‘Why did it have to be her?’ Bree Daniels is one of the most popular girls in the whole school. She stood at 1” above ten feet tall, I barley reach up to her knees. Alabaster skin, thin as a swimsuit model, short red hair in a pixie style and the most amazing green eyes—alright, alright yes, she is very beautiful. I can admit it, I am a guy after all and to not admit it would be lying to myself. She’s even cuter with the uniform. Winthrop Prep has a very strict dress code for all students. For Boys: White Oxford shirt, short or long sleeves. Khaki slacks, Navy Blue vest with matching tie, Navy blazer with Winthrop Prep crest on it, black belt, black dress shoes and matching dress socks. For Girls: White 3-Quarter Blouse, Navy and white shadow plaid skirt (no shorter than 2” above the knee). Navy blue Vest and tie, black dress shoes, white or navy blue dress socks knee length. For littles: it’s the same, but diapers are required, no exceptions. I would say the uniforms was to keep us littles in line if not for the Amazons being put under the same scrutiny. I looked up at Bree, her face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. “Did you have fun in class Aaron?” she asked. “I think I did well on the final,” I replied. While saying something rude to her would feel good, it wasn’t worth the punishments that would follow. If you’re polite you have 50/50 odds of being safe. The hallway was three strides across for an Amazon, 6 or 7 for myself. Avoiding her wouldn’t be an option, no other Amazons on the computer floor this time of day and it being a long hallway. Bree had a pink backpack, the straps over both shoulders stood out from her uniform. She easily picked me up by the armpits and settled me on her hip. I was so small compared to her I might as well be an infant. He hand squeezed the front of my pants and diaper revealing their wetness to her. “What a good boy you are Aaron, using your diaper without being asked to,” she was positively beaming. She moved me as though I had no weight whatsoever. She started walking down the hallway, down the stairs to the 3rd floor where I knew a series of restrooms would be. Coming to the end of the steps I thought that she could also be taking me to the nurse’s office, as it’s on the other end of the hallway. That is ‘supposed’ to be safe but Nurse Snell is nearly as horrible as many sadistic amazons. She takes great pride in changing us and giving shots. She enjoys it way too much. Fortunately Bree turned straight for the family restrooms. The school installed these restrooms as it was considered controversial for a female amazon to take a male student who wasn’t adopted into the girl’s restroom. Likewise for the boys. So the family restroom which was much larger and had 4 changing tables within, along with enough toilets and sinks for each accompanying family The large door kept the voices beyond muffled but even so I could hear shouting from inside the restroom. “This isn’t fair Rebecca, you wouldn’t let me go!” Bree pushed the door open to see Sean flailing about on a changing table. Sean and I had some of the same classes together though he favored literature more than the sciences. His little blond hair was cut very short, like military short which upset some amazons in the school but to others, like Rebecca, it only made him look more like a newborn. His wet pants were being pulled down around his rear, legs failing to kick at Rebecca. His diaper was brown, positively leaking, a blowout I think. In quick movements she had him flat against the table. The diaper ripped off, tossed in a nearby trash can, and wipes instantaneously appeared in her hands and began wiping the mess off of his rear and legs. It was obvious, he’d been trying to make it to the restroom in an effort to use the smaller toilets available but the girl had blocked/stalled him from getting there. Just long enough for the accident. The smell was even worse, if anyone has ever had really bad diarrhea then you’re in the ballpark on smells. Bree seemed unfazed by the smell as she strode in and sat me on the table farthest from Sean. She laid me down on the table, the strap pulled over my chest. She pulled my slacks down to my ankles, I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling as I felt he begin working on my diaper. “Quit your whining. If you were mature you would have been able to hold it or at the very least asked for a change. Now just look at your little pants, they are ruined and you don’t have any spares in your bag,” the girl chided him I felt a hand on my chin pull my attention away from the ceiling and back to watch Bree’s face. Bree has always been beautiful but especially now with what she was doing, granted I was embarrassed and humiliated, still there was something about Bree right now that was positively glowing. Motherhood. Arguing would only get me spanked as she was wiping me. Through the rush of cold air against my privates sent a chill down my spine. Protesting wasn’t an option for me, neither was resisting. I was in a wet diaper and they were not going to let me go to the toilet or change myself while at school. I reached up to my backpack that Bree had set to the side near my head. “Aaron I must say you are being such a good little boy for me during your diaper changes,” Bree said as she unfolded a new diaper. She grabbed my ankles, lifting me up and setting me back down on top of it. This wasn’t a standard diaper, standard school diapers are white similar to medical diapers. This was thicker, with colored blocks that spells baby on the front. “I know how hard it is to hold it through boring finals but now you get to be clean and dry.” She balled the diaper up, throwing it in the pail next to the table. Powder and lotion were applied next before the diaper was pulled up over me, spreading my legs a little farther apart. In no time at I was re-diapered. As Bree was putting my pants back in place I looked over to see Sean, now secure in a locking pacifier and a thick crawler diaper over his butt. Bree carried me out of the restroom, one hand touching my bottom, the other supporting my back. After computers I have a free period before the end of the school day. Sadly the buses for littles doesn’t leave till after the final bell so I usually find myself in the library doing homework under the watchful eye of the head librarian. A tyrannical man who constantly tries to get all littles to read picture books rather than actually study. Bree knew my schedule, she practically had it memorized by the end of the first week each semester. For most littles, some Amazons will take any little that crosses their path doing something against the rules or makes a mistake. Others, like Bree, are more careful in their selections. One of my fellow little classmates last year was single out by the student council president. Because the little girl and the president shared the same eye and hair color the president made it her mission to claim her by any means. Once she slipped up, the president swooped in and her life in diapers began. I have no idea why Bree singled me out. I’m not good looking. I don’t speak up for little rights or shake the foundations the amazons love to hold over us. I don’t fight them. I just adjust to the rules and go about my business. So why? Why does Bree have to be focused on me? I’ve debated asking her but, truth be told, I’m afraid of the answer. Bree seems to have an agenda. I just don’t know what it is. When she turned down a different hallway from the library I started to worry where she was taking me. Bree sensed this while she carried me. “Relax Aaron,” she said, “I know you have a free period, like me, so rather than waiting with you to put you on the bus with all the other children I thought I would drive you home.” We passed several other students and teachers who made no attempt to stop Bree from whatever she was doing. Even though littles are guaranteed a high school education, it proved that no one was really looking out for us. We passed through the front doors. The sun was out like it always is on the west coast of North America, but the air was much cooler than normal. Bree must have been feeling the cool air on her legs as I was but she never let it show. I looked up at her, smiles and content written right across her face. It scared me how happy she was. We reached a large silver SUV type vehicle, if I was standing on the ground with my arms raised I might brush the top of the tire, but from my vantage point in Bree’s arms I was equal with the window. She opened the back seat, with no surprise that there was a baby car seat already inside. It was pink with purple polka dots all over it. “I use this to for my niece when she comes to stay but it should fit you just fine Aaron,” she said. I fit perfectly, either her niece is a little like me or a small amazon, Bree got to work and in no time at all had me strapped tightly in the carrier facing the rear seats. “I’m fine with taking the bus” I commented as she climbed into the driver seat. “Oh it’s no trouble at all Aaron” she replied ruffling my hair before starting the car. The engine roared and in no time we were on the road. I would have done homework on the drive but Bree had taken my backpack to the front of the car with her. It left me with nothing to do but think about the day, the homework we had to do over the winter break and the things I needed to get done for my computer class. The nanites were coming together, just needed to finish the interface tonight and make corrections over the break. We passed most of the commercial buildings will they began to thin out and residential properties, some very large neighborhoods indicating amazon families, a few smaller homes for inbetweeners. There are no homes for littles. Most end up in apartment buildings or, as the culture is, in the care of amazons. My parents are inbetweeners. Well, they were. We pulled into a betweener neighborhood and soon came to a stop in front of my home, one of the smaller houses but still decent. The house was painted yellow and even had a white picket fence with flowers growing along the interior edge. I never told Bree where I lived, ever. And yet this is the third time she’s driven me home. She unbuckled my straps, smiling at me as she took her time. “Any big plans for the Christmas season?” she said, lifting me onto her hip. “Just spending time with family. Get a head start on homework.” “You’re so smart. Hopefully you will get a chance to relax in your diaper over the Christmas break. My parents and I are off to the island for the holidays.” “That’s wonderful,” I said. “I know you’re excited for Santa Clause to come and visit aren’t you?” She didn’t walk to the front of the house, instead going to the back of her car and removing a semi-large canvass shopping bag. I could see the brightly colored presents wrapped within and each was easily bigger than me. The sun made Bree’s uniform seem brighter as she walked to the front porch of my house. She set me down after the bag. I thanked her for driving me home and for the presents. Bree practically glowed, “Your welcome sweetie” she gave me a hug and firm pat on my diapered bottom. “Now remember no opening your presents till Christmas day,” she said. I opened my door and let Bree go in and set the shopping bag in front of the Christmas tree. I waved goodbye to her as she backed out of the driveway, closing the door only when she left. Like I said, when dealing with amazons, manner and politeness are a necessity. You never want to give amazons a reason to think you are being willfully naughty. It would give them more than an excuse to take you home, have you altered or, at the very least, diaper you. Sadly, politeness is a dangerous thing too. If you are too sweet and loving they may think you are already willing to be a baby and may take you then. It’s harder to adopt if the little hasn’t broken the law but many take that risk anyway. I looked the presents in the living room where my tree was. My family wasn’t really big in the holidays but the small tree was nice this time of year. I set myself to work taking care of the place. My parents had been gone for almost a year now. Living in this world with amazons even inbetweeners are subject to Amazon scrutiny. One day, according to the video surveillance at the mall I hacked into, my parents were buying a gift from a little store and a pair of amazons decided that proved they wanted to be children. They kept my parents from getting to the restroom where the timing forced them to wet themselves and just like that my parents were gone. I won’t lie, I did cry for days but I couldn’t miss school or show any emotion. It would have played into their hands. Then Mr. Gupter arrived, my parent’s lawyer. They’d planned ahead. “In the event of your parent’s adoption their bank accounts, holdings and properties transferred to their only son, Aaron,” he said. The money was enough to take care of the house and bills till I turned 18 as well as paying Mr. Gupter for his continued service. And with his help he used the Abkani government’s own protection laws for Amazons and applied them to me, essentially the government couldn’t come and take me away to an orphanage, nor could LPS barge in and take me. They also couldn’t reveal, publicly or privately, that I was now an orphan and living alone. As long as my grades remained up, and all the bills were paid on time, I was safe…at least until graduation. I went out and got the mail, nothing of interest today before coming back in and saying hello to the picture of mom and dad on the wall. Then I changed my uniform for more lounge clothes, took me 20 minutes to get the diaper off me (don’t ask me how I did it, if amazons knew they would change the formula and I’d have to start again). Looking myself in the mirror was just another reminder that I had to be extra careful. I have straight blond hair, purple colored eyes with flecks of blue in them. Combined with my short nose and cheeks I apparently draw eyes. With any luck I can live behind a computer screen for the rest of my life. A microwave dinner, one soda and one bottle of water later and I was ready to go down to the workshop and get some nanites work done.

I cupped my hands below my breasts as he came around the corner. It was a stupid law, but it was the law, and the punishments too severe to risk. I'd had a friend that had let her hands dropped, hadn't presented her breasts to a passing man; she was now in a harness, wrists permanently attached to her shoulders for the next 8 months, completely dependent on others for her every need. I didn't want that. It was bad enough being helpless with men around, but at least in private I could relax, use my hands normally. But not now, not with this man here. Worse, I needed the toilet, couldn't legally leave the room before he did, so I stood there, the mandatory smile on my face, waited patiently for him to go. He didn't go. Instead he sat down, looked at me, laughed quietly to himself. "You're a nice one," he said, a compliment I didn't want. "Come here," he said, and of course I obeyed. Some commands could be ignored but this one was ostensibly harmless, I'd never justify transgressing it in court. "That's it, now, stop. One step back please. Yes, just there. Oh, you look lovely." I sighed inside. This wasn't unusual but it was thankfully uncommon. I hated being looked at like this, and I did need the toilet. Fortunately the law recognised that being unable to leave the room meant no going to the toilet, so other measures were permitted. Almost every woman took advantage of this, wore thick absorbent diapers any time she might meet a man, protection against an unwanted delay that she couldn't avoid. "Lift your skirt." I cursed inside. I could ignore this one, would ignore it. Men could do what they pleased but the law had an exception, let women choose not to comply with orders that would invade their privacy. Invade them. He could legally rape me but I could choose not to be complicit, even if actual resistance would get me punished. I didn't know anybody that had resisted. The stories of those punishments were urban legends, except they were documented in court papers. The survivors never spoke about it, some of them now in mental institutions, one of them dead. So when he stood up and lifted my skirt for himself I just stood there, hands still cupping my breasts, presenting them to him. Nothing I could do. Except.. I still needed the toilet. As his hands reached around from behind me, one holding me close to him as the other was placed just below my belly button, the heel of his hand on padded plastic, his fingers clearly reaching down, I gave them something new to feel. As he felt the warmth wicking up to meet his hand he squeezed the padding, forcing the wetness against my skin. "I see you're nice and wet for me," he said, a terrible pun to precede a rape. Not just wet though. I pushed as hard as I could and the diaper bulged out at the back to meet him, gave him something soft to rub his erection against. Whether that sensation or the smell did the trick wasn't important. What was important is that he left the room, a curse of disgust and dismay that he hadn't found a proper woman. I finally let my hands drop, adjusted my skirt and waddled off to get a change. At least acting the baby stopped me getting raped. This time.

Hello young lady. Welcome to daily diaper. I look forward to seeing you in the forum and the chat.

The only windows I have are built into the house!! ??

Is my fiwst time joining a community with people wearing diapers tuu.. peachi is weally shy rn? HI!! UH.. HELLO! ?☺️ Peachi has been wearing baby diapers for quite a while cause they're like weally comfy an cute but recently kinda started enjoying wetting the bed with them and it made me feel weally smoll inside and it made me more and more curious about this passion of mine lmao? cuwious bunneh princess?

The air duct leading to mom's room fell off! It's too long and unwieldy for me to deal with (especially with my back issues) so I am going to have to find a handyman.

My Mom got up at 8:25 to put dinner in the slow cooker. Unfortunately she set her alarm for 8:30 so it was going off the whole time she was in the kitchen. So I'm up too early! Can't complain though if I want to eat lol.

I don't usually eat breakfast, other than a cup of coffee and on occasion a donut stick.

That's why its in the slow cooker, won't be done till 2 (we eat our big meal in the afternoon and a lighter meal in the evening)

That sounds good Mikey! That sounds VERY DELICIOUS!!!?? You MIGHT have to invite me over to your house! LOL!???? But that DOESN'T sound like an BREAKFAST item.?????????? LOL!????

Damn, I feel bad for Shane, but he can't force Sandra to do something she doesn't want to do.

Some kind of chicken, and I think she's making her good parsley potatoes with it. ?

"No doubt many of you think that you don't need to graduate, and you probably plan to waste my time for the next three years, but let me assure you little delinquents that the only person's time you'll be wasting is your own," Mr. Hardtstone (Har-ston) told the class. "I get paid whether you pass your second chance or not, but be assured that you will not get another chance beyond this, and if you think having your adult rights revoked for three years is harsh...," to which there was an audible gasp from the entire room. They had failed to tell Shannon, and by the sounds of the gasps, nearly every other student in the room that their adult rights had been revoked! That couldn't be legal, could it? "Oh, they didn't tell you yet, did they?" the teacher smirked at the students' reaction to this foul news. "Well, let me reiterate, that this is only temporary for so long as you are in the program for the next three years depending on whether you choose to take graduating seriously this time or not. Anyone that does not pass the required exam at the end of your third year to graduate will indefinitely find that they have no more right to have credit cards, you may not hold property larger than one personal vehicle, and you will have to have a cosigner to even open a bank account." Shannon definitely saw more than a few of her classmates, and in particular, her torments go a little green in the face as the instructor mentioned this. She didn't blame them of course, because she felt an urgency to pass the course, even without the extra insentative to pass the course this time through. She just hoped the tormentors didn't do anything to mess her up this time. Surely, they were worried about their own adult rights, weren't they? "Now, you should have all brought at least a notebook and a pencil to our first class? I was informed that you were told to do that much." Shannon sighed as well as a few others, and they got out their pencils and notebooks. "I am your homeroom teacher and I will now put up your daily schedule on the board. It will serve you well to copy this information, and to eventually remember it. I will not put this up again, and I will not answer questions about what class is next after this, so if you want to be prepared, then write this out in your notebooks." 7:40 to 8:50 Hardtstone for Independent reading (35 minutes) and Guided reading (35 minutes) 8:55 to 10:05 Cruenna for Writing (40 minutes) and Grammar (30 minutes) 10:10 to 11:20 Martinez for Math (45 minutes) and Daytime checks (25 minutes) 11:25 to 12:35 Harrison for Technology (45 minutes) and Social Etiquette (25 minutes) 12:40 to 1:50 Lunch 1:55 to 3:05 Chevrick for History (45 minutes) and Government (25 minutes) 3:10 to 4:10 Haggles for Daytime checks (25 minutes) and Biology (45 minutes) A few hands shot to the air as the students looked over the schedule, and Mr. Hardtstone (Har-ston) frowned for he had apparently not realized that he had done anything confusing at the moment. Still, humoring the students, as it were, he called on one of the boys. "Excuse me, sir?" Scott Westpike It was Scott Westpike, one of Paula's friends, and one of Shannon's worst tormentors. Of course, she was not the only one that Scott tormented. Most of the time, he left picking on the girls to Paula while he targeted the boys, but for Shannon, it seemed that Paula had talked him into making an exception, and she was sure that one summer was not enough to end that. "Sir? You put 'Daytime checks' on the schedule," Scott told him what probably most of the class had on their minds. There was a look that old Mr. Hardtstone gave that likely interrupted the rest of his question, about what exactly that was, but it seemed the teacher had realized that this was the time to explain it nonetheless. "Daytime Checks is scheduled twice a day," the teacher told the class. "Not only are there two scheduled daytime checks, but if a teacher has any reason to believe that an unscheduled check is necessary, then any teacher, during their own instruction period, can call for one. A Daytime check will proceed as follows...." The six foot three man clapped his hands together, and he looked around theatrically at the class, and then his voice boomed around the room. "Stand up, now." Looking at one another, the students slowly rose from their seats not sure what was going on. Weren't they supposed to be in a reading class? This might have been answer to Scott's question, but as yet, the man had not actually said it was. The entire class stood, some of the legs shaking a bit, Shannon being among the shakers for she was very nervous about the way the words Daytime Checks seemed omniscient and the way the teacher seemed to look around at the young men and women in a fiendish manner until he decided to approach.... Jessica Green. "You, young lady," he barked at the little young lady dressed in a nice black blouse and a matching skirt. "Come to the front and bend over holding the desk for a minute." "Wait!" the girl yelped from where she stood by her own desk, shaking her head. "You... you can't be serious! What did I even do?" "I said get over her and bend over the desk," Mr. Hardtstone told her. "Now." "First of all, I'm pretty sure it's against the law to spank students, and besides that, until now, I don't think I did anything wrong to warrant you slapping me on the butt," she said her face red with embarrassment, but her eyes glaring at him, daring him to approach her. "Well," the shook his head at her and frowned. "First of all, you are wrong. You are not considered children any longer, so child abuse laws do not apply to you, and also, there are new laws that were put in force when this program was started, to allow teachers to control unruly students, and right now, that is exactly what you are becoming." "But I didn't even do anything, and you wanted to spank me for no reason!" "I assure you miss, if I wanted to spank you, you'd already be over my knee. What gave you the impression I was going to spank you?" "Well, you are trying to make me bend over using that desk as a support...." "Ah, I see. So, have you been spanked before despite your claims to know that the law states that teachers cannot hit high school students?" Jessica shook her blond head so rapidly that her loose bangs swayed on her head. "Well, for your information, I am not going to spank you this time, even though you were being defiant, and in the future, if you are called up for a daytime check, you can expect a spanking if you do not comply to it." The twenty year old girl walked, slowly, her eyes eyeing his hands and the desk alternatively as she approached it. "Bend over, little lady, and rest your palms on the table top flatly." "You're not going to spank me?" she whined at him in one last desperate attempt to confirm that he had no intention of hitting her. "No, young lady. I am just going to show the class what a daytime check means, and this is only one of many to come, so you might as well get used to it now." Jessica nodded and moved her legs out so she was bent over, and her hands lay flat on the desk. Then, to Shannon's horror, her mouth dropping as she watched this, the teacher reached behind her and placed itself squarely on her butt, and then he pushed against her bottom and cupped her hip in his hand. "Dry," he announced to the room. "Dry?" Shannon was not the only one that heard that, and it seemed like everyone was eyeing the teacher suspiciously at what he had done. That was sexual harassment, wasn't it? Maybe even assault! Shannon narrowed her eyes at him, and her frown became more defined as she glared at the teacher. "You can't do that," Shannon found herself saying. "That's against the law." "I see you want to join the demonstration," Mr. Hardtstone smirked and wiggled his finger at her. "Get up here, little lady." Shannon shook her head no, and stayed where she was. There was no way she was going to let him touch her butt like that. "I am pretty sure I don't have to do that. It's an unlawful request, so I'm just going to stand here, and if you try to spank me, I assure you, you'll have a law suit on your hands." The man shook his head and he went to his desk and pulled out a leather belt. "Now, miss, you are going too far. What are you implying? That you are young women? That you have something I've never seen before? You little punks are not worth touching in anyway other than checking you for wet pants and spanking your disobedient butts!" Shannon frowned when he said wet pants like that. What twenty year old girl was going to have on wet pants? She stared him in the eye and kept her ground not moving towards him. "First of all, what twenty year old do you expect to find wet pants on, and second of all, there has to be a law against you checking us like that, even if your intention is only to make sure we didn't behave like little two year olds!" "Well, I knew you kids would make this strange. So, you want to know if this is lawful or not, do you?" Heads nodded. Mr. Hardtstone went to the classroom door, and he called out. "You guys back there yet?" Everyone's eyes widened at seeing to fully uniformed police officers who now approached the front of the classroom with Mr. Hardtstone. The officers looked around at the class, and there was so much tension, that you could almost see the taunt string that was invisible in front of you. "Did the instructor not call a second student to the front of the room to be checked?" the lady officer asked the class. Shannon looked down at the floor. This was real. The teacher was going to grope her bottom, in the pretense of checking her for a deed that she would not be expected to do at twenty years of age, but the officers were going along with it, and expecting her to come up. "Anyone that does not comply with the teacher's lawful requests during class, can and likely will go to jail for the night," the officers warned the kids. "You are not minors in a regular high school anymore. You are delinquents that chose to do other things rather than get through your high school credits, so you are in a special program to complete your education, and you are going to be treated like delinquents until you graduate in three years. Now, if you don't want to go to jail, I suggest you do as your teacher tells you." Shannon hung her head defeated. She was not usually one to stand up to a teacher and tell them that they were wrong, but then again, nothing like this ever had happened to her in high school, where she felt justified in challenging their authority like this. But there it was, it seemed the teacher was in the right, and he felt her butt through her jeans and then he looked at the officers while she was bent over, and she looked back at them, exchanging a face that sent a shiver down her spine. "Well, she did disobey you," the officer told the teacher. "You need to instill in the entire class that there are real consequences this time. You have that strap for a reason...." Shannon stood up. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had the right to check us like that. I was just asserting my rights...," she stumbled trying to plead her case. "Rights that you do not have," the police officer reminded her. "You are a delinquent. If you don't want to face jail time as well as a spanking, I suggest you get the spanking over with." Shivering, and sniffling, she nodded and took her position at the desk again, and then it started. Thwack! Thwack! The belt slapped her skirt unceremoniously and the sounds echoed through the room. Shannon was starting to feel the sting through her thick jeans, and it caused tears to pickle at the corners of her eyes before sliding down her face.

"It's lovely to meet you at last Anna. Come this way.. here, take a seat." I sat down, crossed my legs primly, the skirt folding over my knee, sat upright to avoid pushing my jacket off my shoulders, a picture of professionalism. "Thank you for agreeing to meet me, I'm a great admirer of your work." She smiled and sat on the edge of her desk, looking down at me. "I'm glad you did. Your resume made me realise I'm missing support in a key area." She detailed the role she'd created, apparently for me, and she'd done it well. Not the perfect job but one I could enjoy, and it would mean working for her. I had a professional interest, wanted to learn from her, loved the work she did but also how she did it, but that had led to a crush of a very personal nature. Which made the next part of the interview very awkward. "Now," she said, "your letter also interested me. I'm thinking you can help me with another need too." I looked at her in confusion which turned to shock as she reached into a bag on her desk and pulled out some clothing, baby blue in colour, that when she held it up to show me made me immediately blush. I'd been distracted while writing to her, browsing a site that offered very expensive bespoke clothing. Somehow I must have included a link in my letter and she'd followed it and.. bought it? "I'm sorry," I said, standing up, "I'll go." She stopped me, her hand on my upper arm, pulling me towards the other door from her room. I started to cry, my dream job vanishing in humiliation, didn't look at where she was taking me. It was only when she told me to stand still, unzipped my skirt, pulled that and my underwear down that I stopped and looked around. It was a normal room in a normal house; if we'd been friends we'd have chatted in here rather than in her office. There was a large TV, a gorgeous painting on the wall, a long sofa that looked comfortable. She pushed me down to sit on it, told me to turn and lie down. Emotional turmoil and confusion meant I didn't protest. Maybe the hope my crush had caused enticed me to cooperate. So I lifted my hips when asked, didn't try and prevent her fastening a thick disposable diaper to me, didn't complain when that baby blue garment was slid up my legs. By then it was too late. She locked it in place, tight enough that I'd never pull it down my hips, a diaper cover that stopped me getting to the diaper she'd fitted, gave me no choice about using it. I sat up, looked at her in confusion, no longer crying but not far away. She bent down, picked up my skirt, handed it to me. "This won't be needed now. I'll buy you something shorter that fits more comfortably over your diaper. The job comes with a dress code, and you appear to like it." I blushed and looked at her in astonishment. It seems my dream job was perfect after all.

There are grey market sites that sell windows keys for cheap, thats how I got my last 3 10 pro keys for a few machines.

You give me more credit than I deserve. Religion was more or less a vehicle to deliver the plot @dooglesand I cooked up together. We knew we wanted a future dystopia, one with strong misogynistic components, and bringing in that Handmaid's Tale style hyper-religious concept, with a strict adherence to actual scripture as a prescriptive roadmap for the system of laws instead of whatever the hell those crazy people were believing, felt like the right move. There were no philosophical motivations. It fit together nicely with what we wanted to do. Made sense. So I ran with it, leaning on my own history in the Christian faith and extensive study of the bible to help me along. But you're, current events were never a driver of the plot, just something I tried to leverage to add flavor and color to the world we were building. I can't thank you enough for your support, even when it got rough, my friend.

The return of Gary! ----- The morning came early for Briana. She woke before her alarm, or Veronica's visit. The soggy bulk between her legs was familiar, but the pressure in her bladder was a welcome surprise. Feeling refreshed in a way she hadn't for weeks, Briana climbed out of bed and stretched. Checking the clock revealed that it was still before seven, some of the early risers might be up as well but the house was quiet. Getting out of her wet diaper and showering on her own felt great. Putting pullups on when she dressed didn't dampen her mood either. The thin, soft padding made her feel safe and comfortable, not resentful. With fifteen minutes or more until Veronica was due to arrive, she sat cross-legged on her bed and reviewed her class notes. Finals were coming up soon and Briana hadn't been thinking ahead to them much. "Oh, good morning." Veronica stopped in the doorway in surprise. She had on her usual black dress, but with more makeup than she normally bothered with. She looked Briana over and said, "I see you've gotten yourself all ready. Studying?" "Yes." Briana smiled. "I feel really good today!" "That's great sweetheart." Veronica hesitated at the door. "Well if you don't want me to interrupt you..." "Please come in." Briana said. "Can we talk about yesterday?" "Of course." Veronica took a seat on the bed. "What's on your mind?" "I don't really know what happened yesterday. I was acting like a little kid. Maybe even a baby." Briana set her notes down. "I couldn't stop myself." "We noticed, but if you're worried that we're upset, we aren't. This is all part of taking care of you." Veronica said. "No, it's not that. I uh, didn't really consider that you might be mad." Briana ducked her head shyly. "I feel great today, I'm not stressed at all. But yesterday was bad and then I sort of... escaped into being a kid I guess?" "I think maybe you needed it." Veronica said. "It seems to have recharged you." "And you're really not upset? Even Suzie? I mean, I was a huge brat. I'm sorry for that." Briana sighed. "We really aren't. Especially after everyone sees you like this today. You aren't like a kid at all today, you have yourself all put together without help." Veronica sighed. Briana wondered if she was really sensing disappointment from her roommate. "Do you miss it?" "Oh sweetie, don't worry about that. This is about what you need." Veronica smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. Briana lay down on the bed, putting her head in Veronica's lap. "Well, I miss being close with you in the morning." Veronica smiled, a hint of blush rising to her cheeks. She stroked Briana's hair gently. "You are darling. Thank you." "It's true, I was missing it." Briana closed her eyes. "I feel good today, I have the energy to get up, and get ready, and start thinking about finals. But I still need your help I think." "How so?" Veronica asked. "It's hard for me to think about other things, I've been trying not to. Jobs, and fixing my problem, and maybe needing a new graduate advisor." Briana snuggled up against Veronica. "I... I really want you to be in charge, please." "I can do that, of course." Veronica said happily. "You've already got a great start on the day, I'm very proud of you." "I'm a good girl?" Briana asked. "A very good girl." Veronica stroked Briana's cheek. "It's Sunday, so we have the usual chores and homework to do. I'll get you sent to Jane for the chores, you can come do the homework in my office." "Yes Veronica." Briana smiled softly. "We also have a visitor today. Your friend Gary is coming over." "Huh? Why?" Briana looked up at Veronica. "He wants to talk to me and understand what's going on a little better. He'd also like to talk to you and make completely sure that you're okay with everything." Veronica said. "Oh, okay." Briana closed her eyes again. "Just let me know when he's ready to talk to me." "You don't want to be present for the conversation that he and I have?" "No, I you can do it." "Very well. Go downstairs and help Jane." Veronica sat Briana up and kissed her head. "Yes... Veronica." Briana hesitated in the door before heading downstairs. "I can't just call her Mom, she's not really my mom." Briana presented herself to Jane, who gave Briana and amused look. "Ready to work?" "Yes Jane." Jane hooked a finger in the waistband of Briana's shorts and pulled them open, peeking down. "And you have protection on, good girl." Briana beamed. "Thank you." "You look a lot better than yesterday." Jane said. "I have a small list for you today, do you think you can do them without me hovering over you?" "Yes, I can!" Briana nodded vigorously. "I'm impressed." Jane said, patting Briana on the head. "Let's get started." The morning stayed as upbeat as it had started. Even getting diaper checked by every one of her roommates couldn't bring Briana down. She was dry, her roommates were happy with her, and everything was going well. A lot of little things could have bothered her, but Briana wasn't letting the stressful thoughts in. Usually, that was easier said than done, but today her mind stayed on task. After chores, Jane sent Briana to her room. There wasn't much to do besides homework, but that was on hold until Veronica called her to the office. With a relieved sigh Briana curled up on her bed with a soft blanket. Sunday naps had been her favorite before everything got bad, she was happily dozing in minutes. Briana was delighted to wake up dry from her nap. She pulled down her shorts and poked at the firetrucks on her crotch. It was hard to believe she was so excited about something so simple. She shook her head and banished the thought from her mind. No stressful thoughts today. "I could go see what people are doing." She thought. "But Jane did tell me to go to my room, maybe I should stay here until someone comes to get me." Opening a window to let in a light summer breeze, Briana fetched a book and curled up to read. She hadn't read Alanna: The First Adventure since she was in middle school, but she'd kept the books with her with every move. Sinking into Alanna's magical world, Briana was in bliss. A knock at the door startled her out of the fantasy world. She looked at the door in confusion, none of her roommates knocked anymore. "Um, who is it?" "It's Gary." His deep voice rumbled through the door. "Can I come in?" Briana dove for her discarded shorts and pulled them back on in a minor panic. Stumbling off the bed, she finished buttoning the shorts and pulled the door open. She wished Veronica had warned her, the shorts were plain white, fine for summer, but her shirt was an old "Tangled" t-shirt from a high school trip to Disneyland. "Hi Gary, yeah, you can come in." She smiled and stepped out of the doorway. He looked really good in a pale blue button up, short-sleeve shirt. His butt looked even better in fitted jeans shorts. "Hey Briana." Gary grinned, going in for a hug. He held her close for a moment, then pulled back to look into her eyes and stroke her cheek. "How are you doing?" "Really good!" Briana nuzzled Gary's hand. "Today has been really great." "Just today?" Gary asked in concern. "Well, you know I'm having uh... a problem." Briana looked down. "Some days are better than others." "Yeah, Veronica and I had a long talk about it. Are you okay to chat a little about it?" Gary took a seat on the desk chair. "I don't want to pry, but I feel like I have to make sure you're okay." Briana nodded, hopping up on the bed. She took a deep breath. "Yeah, I don't exactly love to talk abut it, but I understand why you're worried." "What Veronica laid out for me was pretty extreme. Everyone in the house is treating you like a kid. Grounding you, ordering you around, even spanking you. Are you really letting them do it? You don't feel pressured?" "I really am." Briana blushed. "I think I need it. I really don't mind what they're doing." "That's the part I don't really get." Gary said, "Veronica said you liked it, but I can't figure out why." "I don't totally understand it either. It's more than help being organized and stuff. It's more than just help with my uh... problem." Briana thought back to yesterday, blushing profusely. "Yesterday was a bad day. I um, I had a lot of my problem and I got treated like a really little kid. But today I feel really good, and capable." "You think you feel good today because of what happened yesterday?" Gary asked curiously. "Maybe? Yeah? I... it's hard to think about, it stresses me out." Briana looked down. "I'm not trying to be vague." "So when Veronica says she's acting as your mom..." "She said that?!" Briana looked up excitedly. "She thinks of herself like my mom?" "I think she kinda does." Gary said, confused. "You're happy about that?" "Yeah!" Briana beamed. "I had my head in her lap when she was taking care of me this morning, and it felt really good." "So you really want to be treated like a kid?" Gary furrowed his brow when Briana answered with a nod. He thought for a moment, then asked, "And Casey treats you like a kid, but you're dating her, right?" Briana licked her lips. "Uh, yeah. I kind of like that. It's not like um, a gross incest thing, or underage or whatever. It's really different than normal dating, I know." "Do you want me to treat you like a kid?" Gary asked. "And I guess I should ask separately, do you still want to date?" Briana looked down, blushing furiously. She tried to answer a couple of times, but nothing came out. Her thoughts spun in circles. "He's going to think I'm so weird if I tell him both answers are yes! But I shouldn't lie to him either. Maybe I should just tell him we can't date. But, I don't want to do that either." "Briana?" Gary had gotten up and knelt in front of her. "Are you worried that I'm going to judge you or make fun of you?" "No." Briana squeaked. "Yes. I don't know!" "I know this is hard, but you have to tell me what you want." Gary gently rubbed Briana's leg. "I... I..." Briana could feel stress building. Nothing wet between her legs, but she knew it would follow. "I have to say it. Just say it, and whatever happens, Veronica will fix it." "Yes." Briana said with a heavy sigh. "I want to be treated like a kid, at least a little. And... I want, I want you." Gary nodded. "I thought so, but I needed to hear you say it." He stood, pulling Briana to her feet. She had a moment to look up at him in worry before their lips met. She closed her eyes and melted against him, feeling the stress vanish. Gary held her close after the kiss, stroking Briana's hair while she rested her head on his chest. A slight draft on her rear was followed by the waistband of her shorts rebounding onto her skin. "Did... did you just diaper check me?" Briana asked. "I did." Gary chuckled. "Looks like you're still protected and dry, that's good." "Gaaaaaary." Briana hid her face in his chest. "Do you want to go out to lunch?" Gary asked, tilting Briana's chin up. "Yeah but uh, I have to ask permission." Briana shuffled her feet. "I already got permission from Veronica." Gary said. "She had some conditions, and so did I. My conditions were this conversation, mostly." "Oh, what were the conditions?" Briana squirmed. "Nothing for you to worry about, I'll take care of it." Gary said. "Now, let's get you dressed for the date." "What?" "We're not going somewhere super fancy but you should still have something better than a t-shirt." Gary said. "And I think we'll switch your shorts out for a skirt in case I need to change you." "Gary!" Briana pouted. "I can pick my own clothes." "Not according to Veronica you can't." Gary chuckled. "Now do you want to go out to lunch or not?" Briana blushed and squirmed. Finally she nodded. "Yes please." "Arms up!" Gary said. Briana giggled and complied. He pulled her t-shirt up and off, kneeled down to unbutton her shorts. As Gary looked through her closet, Briana stood shyly in her pullup and bra. A cream colored blouse and a dark red pleated skirt were Gary's picks. He even insisted on putting on her socks, and tying her shoes. "Where are we going?" Briana asked, kicking her feet idly. "Chicchetti's." Gary said, handing Briana her purse. "Oh, down by the water!" Briana smiled. "Thanks Gary." "You're welcome. Do you need to go to the bathroom before we go?" "Nope!" "You sure?" "Yes I'm sure!" Briana stamped her foot. "Okay, let's go then." Gary took Briana's hand.

I'm sure We've all seen those light up shoes made for kids (Like these ones) Velcro straps and little LED'S that are usually mounted in the heel area that flash when you walk They do make ones similar for adults Usually lace ups with a gazillion LED lights wrapped around the entire bottom of the shoe that are either on or off, no flashing when you walk business. If they made flashing sneakers in adult sizes BUT more alike to the kids ones with Velcro straps and the LED'S mounted in the heel area (and not the entire bottom of the shoe) that flash when they make impact on the ground would you be interested in purchasing them?

What has Jackie been up to since last we saw her? Well, let's find out! Part two coming next week! If you're unfamiliar with Jackie, this might feel like a weird place to jump in. I've written about her and some of the other characters in these stories before, so you might want to check out Baby's Unexpected Trip and Jackie's Play Date first. ----- Jackie was still tired. Strapped into her car seat, she couldn’t help but be reminded of just how much she had become the baby that everyone else in her life told her that she was. It was barely one in the afternoon, and she’d slept her normal 13 hours the night before. And despite having only woken up at 8, by 11:45 she’d already had breakfast, her daily morning breastfeeding, and lunch. She’d been put down for her nap a little earlier than normal, and being accustomed to her rigidly enforced habits, hadn’t been able to fall asleep as quickly as normal. Before she knew it, Mama was waking her from what felt like only minutes of sleep. After a quick brush of her hair, Mama brought her out to the car and had her strapped in in no time. The loud, childish songs that were playing over the car stereo while Mama drove were even more annoying for Jackie than normal. She often liked to tell herself that she would be fine without the embarrassing amounts of sleep that she got, but if Jackie ever had a day where she got less than an hour and a half for a nap, she’d find herself tired for the rest of the day and sometimes would be so grumpy that Mama would decide that she needed to go to bed even earlier than her normal 7pm bedtime. As usual, Mama hadn’t bothered to tell Jackie where they were headed, but the change in routine gave Jackie a pretty good idea of their destination. Though it was theoretically possible that they were heading to a birthday party for one of the other adult babies in the area, it was most likely that the change signaled that it was time for Jackie to get a haircut. Jackie had made this trip many times before. For almost the first year that she had been returned to infancy, Jackie hadn’t had a haircut. Her hair had been fairly short in college, but it had eventually grown extremely long and fairly unmanageable. Her Nanny, as her Mama was then known, had heard from one of her fellow care-givers that there was a salon in town that closed down its normal business one Saturday afternoon every couple of months and provided haircuts to several of the big babies in the area. For the remaining two years that she had lived as her biological parents’ overgrown infant and the three years since she’d been “adopted” by her Mama, Jackie had been a regular on those Saturday afternoons. As with almost every trip out of the house, Jackie had come to hate her haircuts. With the salon closed, it was only other adults in her situation and their caretakers who were around, but having more people around always increased the opportunities for humiliation. Not only did Jackie have to continue to play her babyish role in front of the other mommies (whose rules and admonishments for their own charges often gave Mama new and humiliating ideas to use on Jackie), but she had to endure the haircuts themselves. Over the course of the five years since she’d been subject to several particularly mortifying styles. At first, her mother had favored a relatively simple cut that lent itself to easy pigtails – a classic but basic look that Jackie could live with, especially when left down. Once Mama took over such decisions, though, things changed significantly. Within a few months, Jackie’s head had been completely shaved, and even applied with a cream that had left her without hair growing back in for the next few months. Though that had saved her from a few rounds of haircuts, Jackie had hated having no hair, especially since during that period Mama treated her as much like a newborn as possible by carrying her more and increasing the amount that she breastfed Jackie. After about six months, Jackie’s hair had finally begun to grow back and the trips to the salon resumed. At first, her trips had mostly involved styling, but eventually her hair was long enough to need trimming in order to maintain a style over the course of the next few months. Her hair was not nearly as thick as it had been before it was cut off, but it had still gotten long enough now to be tied into high ponytails that emerged from the top of her head, which Jackie found to be a particularly humiliating look. Though Jackie wished they wouldn’t, they soon arrived at the salon. Mama parked the car in the parking lot behind the building and came around to the back door of the car. She grabbed the large, pastel pink diaper bag with the embroidered inscription “OPEN IN CASE OF EMERGENCY” from the seat next to Jackie, and then unbuckled the straps that had tightly restrained her in the seat. As she climbed out of the car and Mama closed the door behind them, Jackie suddenly became highly self-conscious about her outfit. Though it hadn’t fully turned cold yet, the slight autumn chill had meant that Mama had begun “making sure that her little baby wasn’t cold” when they went out. As such, Jackie was wearing a rather heavy pink fleece jacket that fastened with four buttons stylized to look like small children’s blocks spelling the word “baby” from top to bottom. The jacket was paired with a matching wool hat designed to look like what a baby girl would wear home from the hospital, complete with a small ribbon bow that featured prominently on Jackie’s forehead. In practice, since the garage door hadn’t even been open when Jackie got into the car, the coat and hat only served to make Jackie much too warm and contributed to her inability to shake her post-nap grogginess. Peeking out from under the coat was the very bottom of the skirt of her short, royal purple baby dress. Of course, none of this did anything to hide the matching purple rhumba pants that theoretically concealed her obviously bulging diaper. Her legs were covered by a pair of opaque white tights that had been put on over her diaper but underneath her panties. On her feet, she wore black Mary-Janes with a modest heel, and the entire look was accompanied by her oversized and omnipresent pacifier. Immediately, though without great force, Mama grabbed Jackie by the wrist and led her across the parking lot to the salon’s entrance. Mama pressed the doorbell, and though there was little chance of being seen and she’d be happy for it as soon as she was inside, Jackie wished that the door wasn’t locked so that she wouldn’t have to stand exposed in her babyish attire as they waited. After what felt like minutes, but was really just about 15 seconds, the door was opened by the salon’s proprietor, Ms. Parker. “Oh, Baby Jackie!” she exclaimed. “Come in darling, you must be freezing out there. It’s so good to see you!” Jackie wasn’t freezing in the slightest, but she gladly stepped into the salon, followed by Mama. Ms. Parker closed the door behind them, and then planted a kiss on Jackie’s cheek. “Say hi to Ms. Parker,” Mama said as she pulled Jackie’s pacifier out of her mouth. “Hi Miff Pahkah,” Jackie lisped. Her job done, the pacifier was just as quickly replaced and Jackie automatically began sucking on its bulb. Mama went to work, first removing Jackie’s hat and then removing Jackie’s coat, all while Jackie stood there uselessly. “I just love your dress, princess!” Ms. Parker said, taking a small step back to survey it as Mama hung up the coat and diaper bag on a rack near the door. “Say thank you to Ms. Parker,” Mama said, again removing the pacifier, ostensibly so that Jackie could speak more clearly, though she was still mandated to lisp outlandishly. “Fank you Miff Pahkah,” Jackie said, following the time-honored strategy of exactly mimicking the words that Mama prompted her with. “And maybe a little curtsey so that she can see it better?” Mama prompted while returning the pacifier to its normal home. Jackie didn’t necessarily want to, but she obediently grabbed a hold of both sides of her dress, bent her knees as she raised her hands to more fully reveal her diapers (Jackie knew that nobody was actually paying attention to the skirt), and finished with a slight twirling flourish that guaranteed that she wouldn’t be required to repeat her humiliation. “Oh, very beautiful!” Ms. Parker exclaimed. “Now why don’t you go play with your friends?” Grateful to be out of the high-pressure interaction with a less familiar grown-up, Jackie continued the five or so wobbly paces down the entrance hall of the salon and stepped out into the main part of the shop. It featured a single room, with the cutting area in the front and chairs for waiting along the wall in the back. Jackie suspected that the salon must normally cater to families with young children, as there was a play area that took up much of the floor behind the chairs that was full of toys that the babies were to play with on these Saturdays. Jackie surveyed the scene. In the chair, apparently just about to get her haircut was Jackie’s frequent playdate companion, Baby Tory. Tory’s nanny and Jackie’s Mama were good friends, as they were similar ages and similarly eager tormentors of their charges. Though Jackie and Tory had little in common themselves except for their babied states, that friendship meant that the two of them saw each other at least monthly outside of haircuts. Ironically, since haircuts always happened on Saturdays, Tory never came with her nanny, but instead with her mommy, the wife of Tory’s ex-boyfriend who had been dominating Tory with her husband for nearly two decades. Mama and Tory’s mommy had much less in common, and so while they were cordial, there was much less chatter than during a regular playdate. On the floor in the center of the room was Stephanie, the first girl that Jackie had ever met who was in a similar situation to her. Hers was in fact very similar, as she too had been regressed by parents who were disappointed by the choices that she had made independently, though she continued to live with them and was accompanied to the salon by her mother. Over by the wall, Jackie could see Baby Kori, whom she had met a few times outside of the salon and often saw here. Kori was being fed a bottle across the lap of her slightly older sister, who Jackie had learned had regressed Kori after having spent more than a year supporting her and providing shelter without Kori showing any signs of seeking a job. Though Kori was only a few years younger than Jackie, Jackie had always felt like they had little in common. Once she had learned more about Kori’s background, Jackie had done her best to keep her distance when possible at the salon, as she felt that if anyone deserved this fate, it might well be Kori. Finally, sitting on a tiny chair at a tiny table and having a tea party with a few dolls that sat in the other seats was another baby that Jackie didn’t feel comfortable around, albeit for different reasons. Susie, as she was called, was the only baby that Jackie knew that wasn’t actually a girl, but in fact a sissy. His wife, who sat along the wall with the other dominant women, had regressed him several years prior, and in many ways, Susie stood out for her girlish looks and behavior even in a room full of women who dressed and acted like the most stereotypical of little girls. The sissy always wore short, lacy dresses that were filled out by layers of petticoats and complimented by higher heels than any of the other babies were ever permitted, and today’s pastel yellow dress was no exception. While all of the babies in the room lisped on the rare occasions they were allowed to speak, Susie’s was so high-pitched and ridiculous that Jackie could barely believe it could possibly come from an adult, let alone a man. Jackie didn’t really have a problem with Susie, but the presence was still somewhat off-putting. Except for her actual father and for Mama’s boyfriend of more than two years who she now was made to call Dada, her world was exclusively female. While part of her recognized that Susie was much too busy being thoroughly embarrassed about all of the women in the room seeing him this way, Jackie couldn’t help but be extra self-conscious about her babyish status and especially her diapered state when she knew that there was a man of approximately her age in the room. In addition to the people in the room, the other thing that Jackie quickly noticed as she stepped in was the smell. She’d recognized early on in her first visit to the salon that one of the reasons that the salon closed to other customers during this time was the unmistakable stench of a daycare that overtook the salon. Sure, there might have been some concern for anonymity (though Jackie assumed that was mostly the caregivers not wanting too many people aware of their likely criminal exploitation of their charges rather than a sudden concern that the babies might be even further humiliated), but most customers wouldn’t want to share a small shop with so many babies and so many diapers. The close concentration of high quantities of baby powder, stale urine, and often much worse meant that the room soon smelled much like any of the babies’ nurseries at home. The pungent aroma that had greeted Jackie as she entered the room let her know that one of her companions was either wearing a messy diaper currently or had recently been changed out of one. Upon reaching the carpeted play area, Jackie dutifully dropped to her knees and began to crawl over to Stephanie, who in her mind was easily the best choice to play with given the circumstances. Almost surely just because they had met first and had a similar backstory, Jackie had long ago decided that she liked Stephanie the best of her “friends.” She had no idea what she might be like if they were to meet outside of the confines of their second infanthood, but here they had built up a reasonable rapport. Had it been a playdate, the two girls would have been forced to endure an elaborate greeting ritual that involved sharing a dramatized, wet kiss on the lips. However, in this setting the mommies seemed to think that it was more hassle than it was worth to have each girl greet each other in such an involved manner, since it necessitated the removal and replacements of pacifiers several times over and could never be done efficiently so long as one girl was getting her haircut. Instead, Jackie and Stephanie simply exchanged a knowing glance from behind their binkies, and Jackie picked up a stuffed animal from the pile near Stephanie. Although Jackie and Stephanie weren’t allowed to actually speak unless prompted, and certainly weren’t permitted to converse with each other, now that they were playing together, they were expected to make noises that “showed that they were having fun.” This was quite a challenge, since they were expected to be fairly raucous without having the opportunity to coordinate any sort of premise with each other, and they weren’t, in fact, having much of any fun at all. By now, Jackie had learned that her playtime with the other babies was designed to make them resort to the most demonstratively babyish forms of play possible, and also to force them to really work at it, which would make it challenging for them to pay attention to the grown-up conversation. This was a shame, because Jackie was always desperate to overhear it. It often contained interesting details about her companions’ lives and backstories and it was almost the only time she ever heard anyone speak in anything but baby talk. As usual, the result of the play rules meant that Jackie and Stephanie started to make a range of noises, ranging from humming to animal noises, with occasional high-pitched squeals and obviously fake, childish giggles mixed in as well. While not remotely stimulating, the exercise did require some focus, which helped to make time pass faster than it did when Jackie was on her own in a playpen. Soon enough, they were approached by Mama, Stephanie’s Mommy, and Ms. Parker. “I’m sorry to break up your fun, babies, but it’s time for somebody’s haircut,” Ms. Parker said patronizingly. It turned out that it was Stephanie’s turn, and she was helped to her feet and escorted over to the chair by her Mommy and Ms. Parker. In the meantime, Mama put her hands in Jackie’s armpits and used her prodigious strength to lift her straight off of the ground and carry her towards one of the couches on the side of the room. “It’s time for my wittle gurl to have a nice big buh-buh before her turn,” she cooed right in Jackie’s ear. They sat down at the far side of the same couch that Kori had been fed on earlier. Kori had been released and was now making the required fool of herself while attempting to dance along to a video playing children’s songs on the television in the corner of the room. Her mommy/sister, however, remained on the coach, and quickly asked if she could feed Jackie her bottle, which was fairly common practice at these events. Though Jackie wished she wouldn’t since she somehow found it even more humiliating to obediently slurp down formula when someone unfamiliar was doing the feeding, Mama unsurprisingly agreed. From the arm of the couch, she picked up the bib that she had removed from Jackie’s diaper bag and fastened the Velcro together behind Jackie’s neck. The bib was a simple white number embroidered with a yellow duck, sized for an actual baby. It would be completely useless if anything were to actually spill, but that was virtually impossible during a bottle feeding. Instead, it was meant to be another ridiculous little reminder of Jackie’s infantile status, a function it performed quite effectively. Mama eased Jackie’s head back into her new tormenter’s lap, and then positioned Jackie’s feet across her own lap. She quickly handed over the bottle, and Jackie’s pacifier was quickly replaced by the rubber nipple of the bottle. Although Kori’s Mommy was cooing all sorts of comments about how sweet she was, Jackie knew that she had no obligation to in any way respond except by continuing to suck on the grossly sweet formula that made up almost all of her daily liquids. Despite the added humiliation of the close attention of a near-stranger who could have been a social peer had her life taken a more normal path, Jackie was quickly settling into a rhythm when she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing to announce the arrival of another customer. Turning her attention away from Stephanie, whose hair she had been washing, Ms. Parker disappeared down the hallway to answer the door. “Oh, hi, you must be Julia! I’m Ms. Parker. It’s so nice to meet you!” Jackie heard from across the short distance to the door. “I am. We’re so excited to meet you too!” “And look at this!” Ms. Parker continued, turning her tone towards a more syrupy coo that told Jackie that she had turned her attention to Julia’s charge. “How precious, you must be so proud! Oh, please do come in. This is exciting!” As she heard the sounds of coats being taken off and hung up, Jackie racked her mind to think if she knew a caretaker named Julia. She didn’t think so, which might mean that she was about to meet a new entrant to the bizarre social circle she inhabited, though she knew that she didn’t know most of the dominant women in the salon’s first names, so it was possible that she was mistaken. “All right, come right through then and I can introduce everybody,” said Ms. Parker, confirming Jackie’s suspicions as she reemerged from the hallway. She was followed by an average height woman of seemingly no more than 25 dressed in a chic sweater and flattering jeans, who Jackie quickly surmised must be Julia. Somewhat hiding behind her, each being gently pulled along by one of Julia’s hands, came not one but two girls who would clearly be joining Jackie on the list for Ms. Parker’s haircuts today. Jackie was stunned, as she’d never seen anyone with two babies before. Furthermore, a quick doubletake confirmed that the two girls were quite clearly identical twins. They were both just slightly smaller than Julia, and wore matching baby-blue dresses with pink puffy sleeves that were so short that they didn’t even make an effort to conceal the thick diapers they wore underneath. They even seemed to be nervously sucking on their pacifiers in almost perfect unison. From across the room, the only difference that Jackie could spot between the two of them was that one of the two women wore a childish-looking pair of pastel-purple-rimmed glasses. Jackie’s gawking was curtailed at least temporarily when Ms. Parker addressed the room in a deliberate, sing-song voice that kept up the premise that the big babies would only understand what she was saying if she used that preposterous tone. “Everyone, we have some new friends today! This,” she said, gesturing towards the girl with glasses, “is Baby Lauren. And here is her sister, Baby Katie. And this is their mommy, Julia.” “Say hi to your new friends, girls,” Julia gently commanded, ushering them forward from behind her as she spoke. Still behind their pacifiers, both girls gave a muffled “hi” and a weak wave from the hand that Julia wasn’t holding. Katie, in particular, seemed unable to pick her eyes up to look at the crowd. “Babies, all the other little girls here are going to be your friends,” continued Ms. Parker, beginning a round of introductions. “Right here just getting her hair cut now is Baby Stephanie. Over there by the TV is Baby Kori.” Jackie’s eyes followed the direction of the point, seeing that Kori had paused her arrhythmic shaking and twisting, leaving her in an exaggeratedly bow-legged stance in front of the television as she looked back over her shoulder to take in the show-stopping arrival of the twins. “This is Baby Susie and her mommy,” Ms. Parker said, as Jackie noticed slight looks of surprise register on the twins’ faces at the sight of the obviously sissified man. Susie had abandoned her tea party and was now being read a children’s story by his wife while sitting on the floor between her legs with his head resting on her thigh docilely. Jackie had reason to believe that Susie in fact quite despised this role, but she was always amazed at just how devoted of a mama’s girl the sissy could play. “Over in the corner, that’s Baby Jackie having a nice bot-bot from Kori’s mummy,” Ms. Parker said, turning the room’s attention to where Jackie wanted it least. “And her Mama is on the other side of the couch.” Nothing was expected of Jackie, but she still froze. Even as she had followed the conversation around the room, she had continued to make steady progress on her bottle, but now it simply sat in her mouth as she felt the focus of the newcomers turn to her. It truly didn’t matter, but she suddenly wished that her head had been on the other side of the couch so that her exposed diaper bulge would be pointed towards the back wall of the room as opposed to being clear for all to see. She knew that two of the three women might be dressed even more ridiculously than she was, and that the third was the one who dressed them like that, but she still felt an instinctive need to preserve the modesty that she had functionally lost long ago. Perhaps fortunately for Jackie, she could see as she turned a blushing glance towards the new entrants that they were not really paying her much attention already. They were looking in her general direction, but their attention was focused squarely on the floor near the sofa adjacent to the one Jackie occupied, and Jackie could suddenly see why. As Jackie had been doing her best to zone out the annoying cooing from Kori’s mommy by focusing intently on the cartoon images on the side of her bottle, it seemed she had missed the early stages of Tory getting a diaper change before the doorbell had rung. Though it had perhaps just begun, her mommy had clearly not allowed the new company to be a deterrent. As the room’s attention turned to them, she was holding the middle-aged woman’s ankles high in the air with one hand and grasping for baby wipes with the other. One look at Tory’s filthy bottom and the diaper underneath her confirmed for Jackie that Tory had been the source of the smell that Jackie had noted when she walked into the salon. Jackie’s eyes lingered for a moment longer and she saw the mortified big baby twitch as the first cold wipe broke through the shameful brown mush and revealed her clean-shaven skin. Jackie had seen Tory’s diapers changed many times before, but she’d never seen her look remotely so embarrassed. The silent tears that Jackie could see welling in Tory’s eyes betrayed just how much she wished not to meet new people with a dirty backside being helplessly wiped. Jackie turned her glance back to the entrance, and observed that Lauren, Katie, and even Julia all had looks that could best be described as awe on their faces. She wondered if they were surprised only because it was an odd way to meet someone in their 40s, even in the circumstances, or if part of the look had to do with how Tory put up no discernable resistance even in the face of such extreme humiliation. After a rather lengthy pause, Ms. Parker offered a narration. “THAT,” she said without needing to gesture, “is Baby Tory and her Mommy.” “Nice to meet you, everyone,” offered Tory’s mommy, looking up between wipes of her charge’s dirty anus. “Sorry about my little poo-poo princess here. Babies like her never do seem to pick a good time to make stinkies, do they?” Perhaps sensing a moment to inflict maximum embarrassment, she quickly moved herself closer to Tory’s face and cooed rhetorically, “You never do make stinkies at a good time, do you Baby Tory? I don’t think so. You’re just a big poopy princess with bad timing!” With that, she planted a patronizing kiss on her crying forehead and returned to the task of cleaning up after the shameful evidence that her accusations carried more truth than Tory would have liked. Jackie felt bad for Tory, but was also glad that attention had focused on her so briefly and that it hadn’t been her being so singularly humiliated. She realized that she had been gawking like everyone else when Kori’s mommy gently pushed on the bottle to ease her head back into the normal lying position. She once again began suckling as she heard Ms. Parker dismiss Lauren and Katie to go play. She saw Lauren dash off to the tea set that Susie had vacated with surprising energy, and noted that Katie looked decidedly less enthusiastic as she followed. “Kori, keep dancing over there,” Kori’s mommy instructed to what in reality was her sister while continuing to firmly hold Jackie’s bottle in place. “Yeff mummy,” came the hastily squealed response, and Kori furiously redoubled her remarkably childish efforts. Jackie looked up and realized that both caretakers were glowing. Instantly, she realized that neither her Mama nor Kori’s had felt any sympathy for Tory, but instead had shared her Mommy’s thrill in the utter humiliation that was inflicted. Jackie could tell that all of these women must have shared a set of instincts that allowed them to treat the babies like this in the first place, and that each of them was feeling a major rush right now. It didn’t actually surprise her in the slightest to see Mama react this way, but it still scared her. She didn’t think Mama could recreate that particular scenario, but thrills like these often turned into Mama’s most innovative ways to torture Jackie within her humiliating role in their strange family. Jackie tried not to imagine finding herself at the center of that scene as she finished her bottle. Once she was done, she was sat up in Kori’s mommy’s lap, with the slight warm squish that accompanied the position change reminding her that she’d been uselessly trickling pee into her diaper since she was changed a few hours ago. Kori’s mommy began to steadily apply firm pats to Jackie’s back, beginning the embarrassing process of producing a few pre-requisite burps before the feeding could really end. She held the bib up to Jackie’s chin with her other hand. For a second Jackie was a bit confused, but then she realized that it was probably a stand-in for a burp rag, which wasn’t really necessary for adult babies but was still used occasionally by most of the dominants in the room. Jackie took in the scene in front of her. Tory was now secured in a fresh diaper and was herself in the midst of bottle feeding, which was surely a welcome respite from the attention of a few minutes earlier. Jackie’s focus settled onto the mysterious new twins. What caught her eye first was that they were playing differently than the other babies in the room. The most obvious difference was that they were standing up. Though standing could occasionally be a part of specific activities like Kori’s dancing, in general all of the other babies in the room were expected to be crawling and doing all of their playing on the floor. Beyond that, though, Jackie was struck by the energy that Lauren and Katie were bringing to their play. Lauren seemed to be completely over the embarrassment she felt upon walking in, and was constantly jumping around from toy to toy, picking it up and playing with it for a few minutes before bounding off the next item that caught her eye. Katie seemed mostly concerned with not losing Lauren, and would quickly follow her sister everywhere she went. It was like nothing Jackie had ever seen before. She was expected to show signs of enthusiasm when playing with the other babies, but nobody cared that the enthusiasm was obviously faked so long as it existed. Yet, with these twins, it almost seemed like they were actually enjoying themselves. Jackie’s observation time was cut short after a few more minutes when Ms. Parker, now finished with Stephanie’s haircut, came over to announce to Jackie that she would be next. “Oh, yay, how exciting!” Mama said, choosing different words than Jackie would have. She sprung into action, removing the bib from Jackie’s neck and picking her up from Kori’s mommy’s lap. Though she was carried some at home, Jackie always noticed that Mama loved to show off by carrying Jackie and any of the other babies she could as much as possible when she was in a more public setting. Here, Mama effortlessly brought her across the room and deposited her into the chair. “Still want what you mentioned in your email?” Ms. Parker asked. She and Mama were always careful not to ever expressly say what the haircut would be, so that Jackie never knew what she was getting until it was happening. Jackie wouldn’t have had any say in the decision no matter what, but not letting her know what was even happening to her was yet another way that Mama accentuated her helplessness to her. “Yes, please,” said Mama. “Alright then! Baby Jackie, this won’t hurt a bit.” Jackie knew that it wouldn’t physically hurt in the slightest, but her pride wasn’t as certain to be left unscathed. As was usually the case, she could only hope that the haircut would simply tidy up her current style. She wouldn’t have chosen to wear her hair that way, but at least she was used to it. Ms. Parker busied herself fastening the Hello Kitty smock around Jackie’s neck. She’d seen it before, but it always amazed her. They could easily have used a monotone smock like one would expect to find at most salons and Jackie very much doubted that she or any of the other babies who came into the shop would have felt that the smock made them feel particularly adult, especially given that they were all still sucking on their pacifiers during the haircuts. The more childish smock didn’t actually make Jackie feel any more babyish, but it was yet another illustration to her of the almost absurd lengths that Mama and the other caregivers went to ensure that she and the others never even came close to the trappings of adulthood. As Ms. Parker began using a spray bottle to moisten her hair, the new woman, Julia, came over and approached Mama, who had taken up one of the two seats closest to the chair to watch proceedings. “Mind if I sit?” she asked. “Oh, of course not. Nice to meet you,” Mama said, extending a hand for a handshake. “Have you and Jackie been coming here long?” “Well, Jackie has been coming here for about 5 years now, but I’ve only been bringing her for the last three or so.” “Oh, wow,” said Julia, sounding genuinely surprised. “That’s longer than I would have expected that Ms. Parker had even been doing this.” “Oh, you flatter me!” chimed Ms. Parker as she continued to run a comb through Jackie’s light brown hair. “I did my first one of these on Baby Tory on the second day I had the shop almost 20 years ago. I knew her mommy a little from a couple of kinky parties we had seen each other at along the way, and when I opened the shop she asked if she could bring Tory by. Back then it was just her so we did it after hours, but it just keeps growing!” “She’s been a baby for 20 years?” Julia asked. “Absolutely,” said Ms. Parker. “Wouldn’t know how to be a grown-up if she tried anymore.” “Wow! That’s crazy. I never knew things like this could last so long.” “Tell me about it,” said Mama, in a juicy tone that told Jackie that she was clearly turning to gossip mode. “When I first met Baby Jackie almost six years ago, I never would have guessed. Now I can’t imagine how boring life without having her would be.” Jackie was glad someone was entertained. She found her life to be incredibly boring, and the times when it wasn’t boring were usually much worse. “Wait, I thought you said you’ve only had her for three years?” Julia asked. “And who had her before if you knew her six years ago?” “Oh right, I should have explained,” said Mama. “Jackie calls me Mama now, but she used to call me Nanny. Right after she finished college, her parents decided that she wasn’t really turning out right and that they were better off just keeping her as the family baby. So they basically made her what you see here today. For a little while, her Mommy stayed home with her, but eventually she wanted to go back to work, so they hired me to be her Nanny. I didn’t exactly know what I was getting into in terms of a time commitment, but the pay was great and I loved getting to come up with ways to baby her as much as possible. So then, about three years ago, her parents came to me with a proposition. They definitely still wanted Jackie to be a baby, but they felt like having Jackie live at their house didn’t make sense anymore. She was basically always asleep when they were home except on the weekends, but having her there meant they couldn’t really travel without it being a major hassle. So we came to an agreement. They furnished my house with all of the stuff they already had, but kept all of Jackie’s stuff there too. They still pay me, actually more since it is 24/7 now, and Jackie usually spends a day or two on the weekends over there for a while so I still get some alone time. Plus, now we can coordinate it so that she goes over there for longer and I actually get to take some time off too. And I still love to find new ways to keep a big baby in line, so it’s great for me.” Jackie could see Julia looking at her now in the mirror. Though the story hadn’t really been about her as much as Mama, she still was blushing at her embarrassing role in it. Julia was nodding, seemingly taking it all in. “Seems like a good job,” she finally responded. “Best I’ve ever had,” said Mama. “I have to say, I was a little surprised when Ms. Parker said that you were their mommy, not their babysitter or something. How did you get into this?” As the conversation was continuing, Jackie was annoyed by a tugging at the back of her hair. She couldn’t see to be sure, but from the weight it felt like Ms. Parker was pulling her hair into tight curlers. Jackie was bemused by the thought of what that might wind up looking like, but the rare chance to overhear adult conversation kept her attention. “Well, it was really kind of an accident,” Julia started.... To be continued

Chapter 1 "I told you, I don't normally wet the bed. I don't need this diaper." I frowned at her, but chose a conciliatory tone. "I believe you, but you can surely understand that I need to protect my furniture. If you go a few nights without using your diaper then I'll accept that this was a one-off." I knew it wasn't even a one-off. It had been awkward weeing into the container I'd emptied onto her sleeping body, but worth it. She'd slept through the warm liquid soaking into her nightie, wetting the bed below her hips, looking entirely like it was her at fault. Things escalated into the next phase. "Since your nightie is in the wash you need something else to wear tonight. Here, this will hold your diaper in place if you wet it." "I won't wet it!" she protested, but took the garment from me anyway, held it up and looked at it in dismay. "A onesie? You actually want me to look like a baby?" I did, but I wasn't going to tell her this. "No," I falsely assured her, "That's my onesie, you think I want to look like a baby? It's warm and comfortable and I thought you'd appreciate the practicality of it as well as being cosy tonight." That shut her up, her desire not to offend me making her accept that I was trying to help, stopping her from even challenging the obvious lie. It wasn't practical at all, buttons up the back making the front prettier but making it difficult to pull on - or off. "Can you help?" she asked, struggling to even reach some of the buttons. "Of course." I smiled, went around behind her, pushed the buttons through the very tight buttonholes, fastening her in. It was my onesie, in that I'd bought it, but I'd never worn it, never planned to. This was for her, always had been, would do its job tonight. She'd be restless tonight, worried about wetting, I wouldn't be able to add urine to her diaper for her. I hadn't tried to give her too much to drink either, too obvious, even suggested she didn't drink too much so that she'd stay dry. I was still playing the concerned friend, would escalate over the next few days, eventually take control of her life. Sure, she didn't need it, was doing well in her career until the pandemic forced lay-offs, was only staying with me for the free rent, but I had my price and it involved a new baby girl. Her. The baby monitor she hadn't spotted would tell me when exhaustion finally sent her to sleep, so that I could sneak in, a few drops of the fast acting laxative into her open mouth and back out of the room fast, very fast. She'd be awake in under a minute and expelling seconds later. Sure, she could get to the toilet in time, but getting out of that onesie? I smiled, bade her goodnight, sweet dreams and promised her, "I'm sure you'll be dry but don't worry. I won't get upset if you use your diaper." That would keep her awake awhile worrying. All part of the plan.

Shannon Welsh was in a classroom at an old abandoned high school, with twenty classmates around her who were, like her, too old to continue high school. The year before had been harsh on the twenty year old girl, and because of a lot of antics, she not only didn't pass, but they decided to put her in this remedial program, where she and her classmates would basically be stuck taking the whole three years over. The girl frowned at her predicament, and knew that if it were not for a certain group of tormentors, who had bothered her since Middle school, she would not be here now, and the big kick in the pants about it, was that those five young adults were even in this remedial class with her! It really was no wonder her five tormentors were put in this remedial three year program. Shannon doubted that they ever did their homework, and she knew that Scott Westpike and Paula Burnsleigh had been kicked out of school in the past so many times, it was a wonder if they had an end of the year G.P.A. above a 0! Paula's ever flanking pair of henchies, Barbara Collard and Angela Harrison should have passed the last year, but it was likely because Paula kept getting them in trouble, that they just didn't meet the minimum requirements. Scott was always fighting with someone. He never got caught picking on Shannon by anyone important, but he was always fighting with other boys and getting into trouble for other reasons, and Robert Gnugg was a little conniving thug that actually surprised Shannon by allowing himself to be held back like this. He was very clever and his pranks almost never got tied to him when teachers tried to figure out who was behind them. Shannon was not fooled, but that was likely only because she knew that he was running around with Scott, who ran around with Paula, who had it out for her, and she was certain that Robert Gnugg had been the delivery system for a lot of the pranks that led her to being here. Shannon somehow doubted that even being in this remedial class was going to change her old bullies' habits, and she was a little nervous of what new tricks their more crafty minds since over the summer might have come up with. It was definitely foolhardy for her to think they would have matured over one summer, and she knew that Paula would never be happy as long as she was content. Paula was mad at her since probably the eighth grade, but Shannon had no idea as to why. Scribbling on the Blackboard called Shannon's eyes from the taller, heavy- not in a fat way, but in a well toned body way, barbarian of a girl with shiny yellow blond hair and green eyes in one corner of the room wearing a nice blue outfit that was made up a white blouse with a blue over jacket and skirt. Worrying about what Paula was up to would have to wait for another time. 20 year old Shannon Welsh (taken from internet pic search for 20 year olds) "Good Morning, class, my name is Mr. Hardtstone. I am your mathematics professor for your remedial high school training. I am having books passed around the room that are going to cover everything you should have learned from doing simple fractions computations to doing upper general Algebra equations. If you do not pass this time, you can kiss any chance you might have had to get into any upper education goodbye, as well as most decent job opportunities." He had written his name on the blackboard, thus the scratching up there, and the man now turned and faced the class with a full face of hair that sort of reminded Shannon of a lion-man dressed in a tan suit. The tan suit certainly fit the appearance of this brown eyed brown hair man. The only thing missing from his image, were small round ears on top of his head.

Caught diapered by my siblings/Roommates Would you rather be diapered by someone who is a celebrity, or by someone who you have a crush on, or someone who has a crush on you?

I am very fucked up

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Pathetic… unhygenic… vulnerable… immature… inadequate… and yet so amazingly delightful! ?

it seems like you have a lot of pain, its more than any one man or woman can bear, but you can give it all to Jesus and let him bear it for you, dont end your life, he has blessings and miracles in store for you, and uses for you in this world, and its always a pleasure to serve him. you can cuss him out and throw every name in the book and he will still love you, dont end it, please.

I stayed in a hotel in Seattle once that provided a teddy bear. I let the front desk know that he had stowed away in my bag and that I'd need to pay for him.

Before and after....love the Lamas!

It seems like all the discussion in here is saying that Musk wants to ban them or something, My takeaway from the article is is humanity will end with the last people being way to old and possibly unable to care for themselves since there are no young people to care for them.

Very cute I'd love to visit an escape room with a few other stinky butts!

It took me a while, but by popular demand I finally got around to writing a sequel! Enjoy some more hardcore kinkiness. Part Two My face burned with humiliation, so intense that I could feel the warmth radiating from my skin, my cheeks almost as hot and sweaty as the parts of me sealed away inside my diaper. “I…” I started to say. Billie stared at me. I’d raised my skirt to show her my ruined diaper, on Haven’s insistence, but I couldn’t yet make the words come. “Okay, Chars, you gotta tell me what the fuck is going on,” Billie said, leaning against the wall opposite from me. She’d tried sitting down next to me, for a personal, intimate conversation, but the stench from my diaper had pushed her back and now she stood by the open window for relief. “Are you sick? Is something wrong with you?” (Don’t you dare lie,) Haven whispered in my head. “I’m not sick,” I explained. “There’s this…thing. It came out of the meteorite we found, and now it’s in my head, making me do things.” “That’s insane,” Billie said. “I’m not exaggerating. Chars, I think you need to see someone. Like a doctor, or a psychiatrist or something.” “I’m not crazy!” I objected, though I had a hunch she might be right. “I…Haven, can you help me, please?” (Tell her the truth, and I’ll show her.) I buried my face in my hands, too embarrassed to say it out loud. “Who the heck is Haven?” Billie asked. “I…” I mumbled. “This is really, really hot.” Haven did nothing. I flushed deeper. “You said you’d show her!” I objected. Still nothing. “Chars…” Billie reached up, putting a hand over her nose. “I don’t know if you ate a weird mushroom while we were hiking or what, but you really need to go talk to a professional. But change your diaper first, you really stink.” (Please,) I thought. (Just show her you’re real.) I could swear I heard Haven laugh, before they acknowledged my plea. (If you insist.) They plunged into me, and my eyes widened with realization at just how they planned on showing off their existence to Billie. I dropped to my knees in front of the couch, and Haven’s slick, cool form shot up my body, wrapping around my arms and forcing them behind my back. Billie yelped in shock as she saw the black symbiote that had overtaken my body, and though she couldn’t see him fuck me inside my devestated diaper, she could hear my moans of pleasure well enough. “F-ffuck,” I cried out, squirting into my diapers in seconds. I fell down, and with my arms held behind my back, that left just my exposed diaper sticking in the air. Sweaty and limp from pleasure, I rolled onto my back, and Haven retreated. Looking up at Billie, I mumbled, “Do you believe me now?” She nodded, horrified. “Oh my god.” “It… I can’t stop it,” I mewled. “It keeps saying it owns me.” Haven whispered a thought into my head, and I turned pale. “What?” Billie asked. “It said…it’ll only let me take off this diaper if you change me,” I admitted meekly. Billie stared, eyes darting between my humiliated expression and the overused diaper sagging around my hips. “That’s… it can’t enforce that, can it?” “Haven says, it doesn’t care how badly I rash, and that if it wants to it could heal it. And it…can always find a new host if I’m too damaged to be fun.” I shuddered, terrified of the implications. “O-okay,” Billie said, though her head shook. “Um…” “I bought changing supplies, they’re in my bag,” I said. “With my other, um, diapers.” (Already ‘your’ diapers,) Haven thought smugly. (So quickly you accept your new role.) “Fuck, okay, sure, fuck,” Billie said, her head still reeling with the situation. “Okay. Tell Haven I’ll do this thing on one condition.” “It can hear you,” I said. “It feels everything I feel, I think, that’s why it…tries to make me feel things.” “Then, Haven, I’ll only do what you want if you promise to let Charlie go in a week.” Haven purred within my head. (Does she think I’ll agree to that?) “It won’t do it,” I quickly explained. “But Billie–” (That’s not what I said. Ask her why?) “It wants to know why,” I said. “She’ll be boring in a week, won’t she?” Billie asked. “You can only escalate things so much. So give her a light at the end of the tunnel.” (Sure,) Haven thought. “Really?” I asked, my eyes widening. (I promise. You will no longer be my host in a week.) I didn’t know whether to trust the symbiote, but I took comfort in the possibility of hope. “Haven agrees.” “Good,” Billie said, walking over to my bag of changing supplies. She took out the pack of wipes and a fresh diaper, taking a breath to brace herself. “Okay, I can probably hold my breath through this. Just lie back and we’ll get this over with.” I adjusted my skirt to be completely out of the way and spread my legs, while Billie knelt in front of me, unfolding the new diaper. “This is absurd, this isn’t real,” she whispered, reaching out towards the tapes on my diaper. Haven lunged at Billie, and though I cried out, they simultaneously shot up my arms, sticky black semi-fluid pinning my hands to the floor. Billie yelped and tried to pull free, but Haven had her in its grasp, creeping up her arms like ivy. They pulled her down, tugging her body forward, and though she fought it was hopeless. Haven pinned her to the floor, her nose and mouth pressed firmly into the seat of my diaper, so that every breath she took got a noseful of the foul disaster I’d made in the padding. “Let her go!” I objected, pulling helplessly at the symbiote pinning my hands and feet. “Let her go!” Billie let out a desperate mpph and I saw her face screw up in disgust as she was forced to breathe in the stink of my diaper. (And what are you planning to do to make me?) Haven thought at me. I had no leverage, no way to persuade or coerce Haven into compliance. I collapsed against the floor, helpless. Haven let Billie go, retreating from her body. She pulled back, gasping for air and waving a hand in front of her face. “Jesus, Charlie!” “I didn’t know it’d do that!” I said, still pinned to the floor. “I’m sorry. Can you still…I still need a change.” She stepped back. “And what if it does that when your diaper is open? No fuckin’ way.” Haven retreated from me, letting me sit up and say, “Please!” “I’m sorry,” Billie said. “Chars, I’m really sorry, but this is just too fucked up. I can’t.” Haven chuckled in my thoughts. (You’re welcome to put on a second diaper.) I weighed my options between a second layer and letting the diaper leak, and decided on the second layer. I reached for the diaper Charlie had dropped, but Haven’s black form was a step ahead of me, launching out and seizing the diaper, pulling it over my first one. I could feel him working against the plastic shell of my first, soiled diaper, cutting a thousand micro-incisions against the material so that liquids could pass through, and in moments the new diaper was taped snugly over the first, forcing my legs apart with their collective bulk. “I…” I sat up. “I should go. I’m sorry.” “Yeah,” Billie mumbled. “Good luck, Chars.” I ran out of the room on that awkward note, waddling outside and to my bike. I couldn’t go home. Explaining this to Billie had been hard enough–I couldn’t even fathom explaining it to my mom. I’d have to find a motel or something and crash, and then… And then what? “Haven,” I whispered under my breath, standing next to my bike. “Did you actually mean to keep your promise about letting me go in a week?” (I’d considered it. Why?) “Well…Billie had a point. You’ll get diminishing returns if you keep doing stuff to me. My whole life can’t just be…this.” (But you assume you’ll be boring in a week. I’ve gone through your memories–I expect you’ll be entertaining long after that point. Don’t think you can get out of this with any scrap of your current self intact.) “What if I don’t eat?” I demanded. “I’ll go on a hunger strike until you leave.” (I can force you to eat. I can force you to do anything I want.) “Then why don’t you?” The question hung in the air, and Haven didn’t respond. “Why don’t you make me march back inside and humiliate myself in front of Billie even more? Why don’t you make me…I don’t know, get on a webcam and blast my diaper on the internet? You could think of a thousand things to do if I’m totally helpless, but you haven’t.” Still no response–but I knew why. “It’s because it’s more fun for you if I do it, right?” I asked. “You don’t get to enjoy it if you’re just forcing a limp doll to play out your instructions.” (Are you getting to a point?) “I’ll make you a deal,” I whispered. “Okay?” (Agreed.) Right. I didn’t need to say it out loud. I said it out loud anyways. “I’ll be yours for the week. And then you let me go. If you try to play with me after that, I’ll starve myself and go limp and you’ll not be able to get anything out of me at all. But until then…whatever. I can ride this out.” (How do you know you can trust me?) “I don’t,” I admitted, getting up onto my bike. My double diapers squelched between my legs and I blushed, half in embarrassment, half in ashamed arousal. “But it’s the best I can do, and I will keep my end up if you don’t leave.” (Agreed,) he repeated. (Now, would you like to earn your diaper change, or will you trap yourself in that same diaper all week?) I swallowed. I knew he’d follow through on that threat, too. “...how do I have to earn it?” … My fingers shook as I lay back on my hotel bed, setting up my phone for the video–a livestream onto my new twitter account, made just to show off my week with Haven. With a dozen hashtags all meant to get the attention of the kinkiest parts of the website, I started the video, sat back, and lifted my skirt. Haven took the camera from me, holding it up so that I could be seen fully, from my bright red face to my heavily sagging double diapers. I’d practically bought out the local sex shop, a dozen toys sitting next to me on the bed, and had to apologize profusely for the smell to the cashier, tipping generously to make up for it. I didn’t have much cash left, but Haven didn’t seem to care about little things like ‘my savings account’. “Alright,” I said, biting my lip and addressing the camera. “Here’s the deal. I’ll do anything you tell me to, no strings attached, as long as I don’t have to leave this bed. Please, please someone tell me to change into a clean diaper–otherwise I’m not allowed to.” The first reply appeared in response. A moment later, the second. Another. Telling me to get naked, to show off my tits, my diaper, to make myself cum–but not a one letting me change. I swallowed, and moved to obey, feeling Haven’s satisfaction. It was day one. Six more to go. ... It was the groundswell of enthusiasm about part one that convinced me to write a part two - especially enthusiasm from my supporters on Patreon and SubscribeStar! Thank you all for your comments and replies! https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

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My wife and I both use Linux Distros. She uses Manjaro and I use Garuda Linux

Or you could watch a tape of the Republican National Convention. Either that will put you to sleep or upset you to the point you will never be able to fall asleep!

Flashing or steady on mode Would be a neat addition doing DIRTY FLASH DANCING on a dark dance floor. Can imagine the stream of lights doing Irish (River) tap dancing !!!!! Best when having a battery energy saving switch to turn on and off Flashing flashy footwear no longer for the toddlers

Hope you have better luck with Windows 11 i long ago gave up on any windows version and just love Linux mint as It's so much faster than windows ever was and i never have had to buy any antivirus programs.

Sometimes too much of a good thing. I only wear once or twice a week for a few hours, and that is fine! It makes looking forwards and anticipating the next time I wear all the more fun when the day comes around. I have a normal life outside of diapers and in retrospect, diapers are just one small part of who I am overall. Being a diaper lover doesn't mean you have to wear all the time. I think the most avid golfer would get sick of it after a while if they golfed every single day. Your desire to wear will come back, but maybe taper off a bit if you feel like it. That may keep your interest up (and maybe keep something else up too).

I enjoy the urge that says "I really want to wear a diaper right now." I also enjoy planning out future diaper days when I know I'll have the house to myself. It makes the wearing that much more satisfying.

What's that thing that pride goeth before? Oh dang, it's a fall isn't it? ----- Chapter 16 Being a good girl was easy. Briana's day went by in a flash. She did chores when she was told, went to classes, sat in the library reading until Casey picked her up. A whole day doing whatever she was told, and lounging in her room on her phone otherwise. At the end of the day she proudly reported her success to Veronica, along with her nice dry pullups. Briana's diaper was wet again the next morning, but she didn't care, the previous day had felt like a victory. Veronica had woken her and sat by her bed to talk. That was a nice change too, not having to sit in a wet diaper. It always squished unpleasantly where she rested on Veronica's legs. Friday went as well as Thursday had. For the second day she let Veronica know that everything had gone well, along with staying dry! It was the first time Briana had really felt like positive progress was happening. She went to bed happy, and even woke up less wet than usual. Briana was out of bed and hugging Veronica like a happy puppy when she realized she still had something in her bladder. She was feeling so normal that she pulled open her underwear drawer on autopilot when she was getting dressed. She stared down at the carefully folded panties, soft hues from white to pink to yellow. "They're probably dusty by now!" Briana picked up her favorite pair of panties, white cotton with red lace roses embroidered across the top. She pulled them on to feel them. They felt good, barely there compared to a pullup. She pulled a pair of jeans on over them. Her heart pounded with excitement. "I've stayed dry for a few days now. A week if you don't count the thing with Gary. That was just part of the freak-out." She pulled on a bra and a button up blouse. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt more grown up than she had in ages. "Veronica told me to work on this problem and I'm doing it! I'll just make sure I use the bathroom often. She'll be so proud when I told her there were no problems!" Briana threw herself into her assigned chores, and earned all of Saturday afternoon and evening off. She spent the time texting Gary and Casey; while frequently visiting the restroom. She was a little nervous when she had to pee twice that she hadn't noticed anything, but told herself that of course she wouldn't feel anything if she was going so often. When evening came, Briana gave herself a big high-five in the mirror. She had her report to make to Veronica. Even more, she was hoping she might wake up dry. She doffed her jeans and panties, grinning from ear to ear. They were still nice and dry! Instead of the panties, she slipped on a pullup with jeans on top. "I don't want to ruin the surprise for Veronica." "I had another great day!" Briana burst through the door to Veronica's office. "Congratulations sweetheart!" Veronica smiled, getting up to give Briana a big hug. "I got everything done, and I was dry all day." Briana beamed proudly. "I'm really proud of you." Veronica sat, pulling Briana into her lap. "Do you want me to diaper you tonight, or do you want to try a pullup tonight? You still have the plastic on your bed I think." "Can I?" Briana's eyes went wide. "You think it's okay if I do a pullup?" "You would have been fine in a pullup last night, I think it's worth the try. You've made a lot of progress in the last couple of days." "Yay!" Briana bounced on Veronica's lap. "How are you feeling?" Veronica asked, putting her arms around Briana to stabilize her. "Really grown up!" Briana said confidently. "I see." Veronica nodded. "Interesting choice of words. Is that why you're a little more dressed up than usual?" "Yep!" Briana nodded. "I wanted to look like a big girl today." "Ah, then you probably don't want me to put you to bed." "Well..." Veronica smiled. "I do enjoy it. Will you do it for me?" "Okay!" Briana bounced on Veronica's lap again. "Oof, careful there sweetie." Veronica gently slid Briana off her lap. "Let's get you put to bed." Briana scampered to her room, pausing to brightly call goodnight to her roommates. Jane and Erin gave her funny looks, but she got an enthusiastic wave from Suzie. Once in the bedroom, she let Veronica take her clothes off with only a little squirming. Down to her pullup, she stood totally unselfconscious while Veronica put her clothes in the hamper. "Did you brush your teeth?" Veronica asked, looking Briana over with a calculating gaze. "Oops!" Briana walked out of the room without bothering to put on pajamas or cover her chest. She returned, flashing a clean minty smile at Veronica. "You sure you're feeling okay, sweetie?" Veronica caressed Briana's cheek. "Yeah, I feel really good." Briana stretched. "Actually I'm not really sleepy yet. Can you stay and talk?" "Okay, but get in bed first." Veronica pulled back the covers, dragging them back over Briana when she hopped in.. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Is there something bothering you?" "No, I don't want to go to sleep yet." Briana said, sitting up bare-chested. "Do you want me to read you a story?" Veronica asked curiously. Briana's eyes lit up excitedly, but she quickly shifted to a frown. "That's not very grown up!" "You're right, but we've already talked a couple of times today, I don't have anything else right now either." She gently poked Briana's nose. "Bedtime." "I'm not sleepy yet!" Briana protested. "You've been so good, don't blow it now." Veronica said. She pulled the covers up to Briana's chin as Briana reluctantly slid back down in bed. She was almost out the door with the lights out when Briana spoke again. "Would you really have read me a story?" "I would have, do you want one?" Veronica turned, silhouetted by the hallway light. "No, that's okay." Briana let her head fall on the pillow. Briana woke what seemed like moments later to Veronica shaking her awake. She reached down between her legs and cried out in joy. Nothing had leaked! She still had a mostly full bladder! Sure, the pullup was wet, but it was nothing compared to what had been happening recently. With her rose-panties rescued from the laundry bin, Briana felt like she was floating through the day. She was sure that her wetting problems would be over soon. That meant dates that wouldn't be weird with Gary. Maybe some weird dates with Casey, but wearing pullups had been fun with her so that could be okay. Homework and chores took a chunk of the day but she barely noticed them. Everything was less important than her excitement for the future. Her work on the Microbio homework was really rushed, but there was no one in the house qualified to check it. Briana simply pretended there was no problem. Dinner prep was Briana and Suzie, everyone else had yet to get home. Briana had a nice mindless task chopping onions; her mind wandered to the rest of the week. She had a test coming up, and she hadn't put in any job applications recently. Maybe she could talk to Dr. Grove about getting on his lab team. Her train of thought was interrupted by a weird tightness in her skinny jeans. She looked down to see a huge spreading wet-patch. "Oh no," she cried, "Oh no no no no no!" It kept coming with no control at all. It was as big an accident as an early morning wet, soaking her jeans and through them, actually dribbling audibly on the floor. "Woah, you okay?" Suzie came over, staring at Briana in shock. "What's going on... are you not wearing pullups?" Briana stared at Suzie, shocked and shamefaced. She managed to slightly shake her head. "Why not? Briana, it's all over the kitchen floor!" Suzie took a couple of bare-footed steps back, wrinkling her nose. "I'm standing in it." "S-s-s-s-s-or-or-or-y" Briana whimpered. Suzie sighed and rolled her eyes. She grabbed a dish towel and threw it on the floor, then went for the mop. Briana hobbled to the side, too shocked at what had happened to help. "You are going back in diapers." Suzie said as she mopped in short quick strokes. "You're getting a spanking, and you're grounded for a while if I have anything to say about it." "No!" Briana wailed. "Everything was going really well! It was almost over!" Suzie dumped the mop and dish towel into the mop bucket. "Briana, I'm a little upset with you. You get up to your room right now while I put dinner on hold. You wait there until I come up to change you." "No!" Briana screamed. "No! This isn't fair! It's not! I was done!" Suzie grabbed a wooden spoon from the jar and grabbed Briana's arm. Briana struggled, her feet slipping on the slick floor. With surprising skill Suzie twisted Briana's arm behind her back and up. Briana was bent over the table with a whimper of pain. "You are being a very bad baby right now." Suzie said. The swish of the spoon left Briana no time to retort. She let out a cry of pain as the spoon caught her across her wet jeans. Four more times the spoon came down, each time it was a shock that blossomed out into red hot pain. "I'll be good, I'll be good." Briana sobbed, tears dripping on the table. She gratefully shook her arm out as Suzie let her go. "Take your pants off." Suzie said. "You heard me! We're not even done with your spanking yet." Briana whimpered, cowering when Suzie raised the spoon again. She fumbled her jeans open and down, then her panties. She sobbed again to see her rose panties dripping as she rolled them down her thighs. Suzie sat, and dragged Briana over her knee. She stroked the spoon over Briana's bare butt. "N-no please." Briana blubbered. "Suzie please, not the spoon." "You should have thought about that before you skipped wearing your pullups." Suzie brought the spoon down, forcing a yelp out of Briana. Nine more times, while Briana sobbed until the snot flowed out of her nose onto the floor. She felt herself wet again, helpless to stop it as pee flowed in spurts down her legs or splattered on Suzie's pants. Suzie walked Briana upstairs and put her in the shower. Briana sat under the hot water, keeping her butt out of the stream. She wished she could fall into that floaty state she'd been in with Veronica's first spanking, or after her roommates had all spanked her. It wasn't to be, the feeling of shame and disappointment was too real. Pulled out of the shower and gently dried off by Suzie, Briana obediently went to her bedroom. The changing blanket was on her bed, and Briana lay down on it without protest. The lotion was a merciful relief, even if Suzie didn't give her sex the extra attention that Erin usually did. The talcum powder was soothing, but something about the diaper under it felt funny. "What's that?" Briana asked, staring at the large rectangular pad in the middle of the diaper. "Booster pad." Suzie said, pulling the diaper up and taping it. Briana flushed but lay back. She didn't want to try Suzie's temper right now. The flower petal blouse Suzie put on her seemed babyish but Briana kept quiet about that as well. It wasn't until she realized that the 'blouse' was being snapped around her crotch that she protested. "Suzie, what... you're putting me in a onesie?" "That's right. It'll make you a lot easier to change." Suzie said. "I don't want to wear this!" Briana reached for the snaps only to have Suzie slap her hands away. "You're not in any position to choose." Suzie said. "Did you forget you're supposed to be doing what we say?" "This is totally unreasonable!" Briana shouted. "Good thing Veronica anticipated you having a meltdown." Suzie said. She picked up something off the bedside table and shoved it in Briana's mouth. Briana froze in embarrassed shock as her mouth closed reflexively over the rubber nipple. The pacifier's ring tapped lightly against her lower lip. She felt her nipples harden and her crotch warm, at the same time that she was trembling with shame. "Now, I'm not strong enough to lift you." Suzie said. "So you can come with me and sit on a blanket in the kitchen like a good girl. Otherwise I have to tie you up and put a baby-monitor up here." Briana looked at Suzie in disbelief. "I told you, Veronica figured something like this would happen. Please come downstairs." Suzie sighed. "I don't even know where the batteries are for the baby monitor, and I have to finish dinner." Briana could only whimper behind the pacifier. She didn't resist when Suzie pulled her wrist and followed her roommate downstairs. A crib blanket on the kitchen floor was the final, humiliating touch. Briana lay down on it to spare her aching rear. All her plans and hopes were washed away with the pee that Suzie was mopping up. She was torn between dreading the return of the rest of her roommates and wanting Veronica to be home.

For me, disposables are a compromise born from operational necessity rather than desire. I'd rather be in cloth. Sadly I only manage it a couple of nights and days per week lately, the rest of the time it's disposables. Pinned terries and plastic pants tonight. I'd have thought that the green, progressive zeitgeist that seems to prevail with the younger generation would have seen a renaissance with cloth nappies but sadly not. It seems that convenience trumps baby dolphins...

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Despite posting that I was going to wait before trying these new nappies I couldn't resist & I went ahead and bought one. I've worn it a couple of time now, so I can give a bit of feedback. To set the stage, I normally wear Dotty Diaper cloth nappies during the day, with an additional cloth soaker. I usually need two to get me through the day. My nighttime nappies are different - a terry square with an additional soaker. I have used Snuggleblanks nappies extensively in the past as well. My first impressions of these Continence People nappies are: 1. They're made well 2. The supplier delivers promptly 3. The soakers are awkward to insert into the pocket - it takes a fair bit of time and effort to get them properly in place and flat. And you have to get them in the pocket as if you just lay them on the top of the nappy cover you are putting them over the leak guards, which isn't really a good idea. You get one soaker included when you buy a nappy, but you can buy more. 4. They fit well. For me they're comfortable. They are a bit bulgier than the Dotty Diaper and Snuggleblanks nappies, probably due to the shape of the soakers. 5. They don't leak. But then neither do the DD or Snuggleblanks nappies. I'm pretty sure that a CP nappy with 2 soakers will hold about as much as a DD nappy with 1 soaker, which is probably a fair comparison, and how I will wear them. 6. They aren't particularly quick to dry, compared with the DD nappies, despite the DD nappy having plenty of padding. This is because they are partly cotton, whereas the DD nappy is artificial fibre. The drying time seems about the same. 7. Obviously none of us yet know how long they will last, but they will have to be very good to last as well as the DD nappies, and since the CP nappies are partly cotton my bet is that they won't outlast DD nappies. I've worn and washed some of my DD nappies around 250 times, and they are still going strong and looking like they're good for at least another 250. We've had to replace the velcro occasionally, but that will be the same for all these nappies. The DD nappies definitely outlast Snuggleblanks nappies, as the latter's cotton fabric breaks down eventually and turns to rags. (Not for a long time though - they're well-made.) So, will I be buying more CP nappies? Probably not. Firstly they cost £49.99 (medium) compared to £34.99 for a Dotty Diaper nappy, and I can't see they've got any advantages, for me anyway. Secondly it's a pain to insert the soakers. With a DD nappy I can just put a soaker on top of the nappy - a second and it's done - as there aren't any leak guards to get in the way. Incidentally my soakers are old Snuggleblanks soakers, which are showing their age but have lasted well. Lastly I'll repeat an earlier warning about dealing with Snuggleblanks. They have a history of taking months to deliver and being very difficult to contact (not just for me). My last order was never fulfilled at all, and I didn't get my money back. That was some time ago, but I'd suggest a thorough check on social media before placing an order.

It is a really great feeling to put on a thick bulky diaper and just absolutely flood it without holding back