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How soon they forget. Recent examples including the 1987 Hungerford massacre; the 1996 Dunblane massacre the 2010 Cumbria shootings; and the 2021 Plymouth shooting in the United Kingdom; the 1990 Puerto Hurraco massacre in Spain; the 2001 Zug massacre in Switzerland; the 2002 Erfurt school massacre, the 2009 Winnenden school shooting, the 2011 Frankfurt Airport shooting, the 2016 Munich shooting, and the 2020 Hanau shootings in Germany; the 2007 Jokela school shooting and the 2008 Kauhajoki school shooting in Finland; the 2010 Bratislava shooting in Slovakia; the 2011 Alphen aan den Rijn shopping mall shooting in The Netherlands; the 2012 Toulouse and Montauban shootings, the January 2015 Île-de-France attacks and the November 2015 Paris attacks in France; and the 2018 Macerata shooting in Italy. The deadliest mass shooting by a lone individual in modern history occurred in Europe with the 2011 Norway attacks in Norway, in which 77 people died. Of them 67 died of gunshot wounds. 8 other victims were killed by a bomb and 2 indirectly.[24]

Oh my god it is girl from those "Ring" movies all grown up. Dam it Mikey we only have one week left to live.

* runs & hides *

I faced a lot of problems in childhood, including abuse and bullying... but I never worried about being killed at school. It saddens me that mine was the last generation that could say that.

This should a good sticky & @DailyDi should make it a sticky where we can track diaper prices like the stock market,

If you drink caffeine, I would cut it out of your diet entirely to start. If they are doing an EKG, they have a low likelihood of catching anything, but they might put you on a Holter monitor which is a long lasting EKG. That's more likely to pick anything up.

Probably sensible contacting a doctor, hope it isn't anything too serious.

My diapers are why I will never master potty training like an adult, grown up or big kid. Beside, I am so much comfortable in being kept in diapers being an adult baby.

I always double boost my diapers at night so I can sleep well and not get up in the middle of the night. I sometimes wake up in the morning having a dirty diaper and jump in the shower then do a diaper change.

Right now the coughing is what’s bugging me and keeping me from having a good nights rest. Right now my diapers are still keeping me safe, padded and protected from everything.

So when I am diaper I never hold. I had a stint of 18 days last summer. around 4 or 5 days in I messed myself in the morning and decided to shower to get cleaned up. I got undressed in teh bedroom and put my diaper in the trash to take out after. Well another wave hit me and I scurried to get to the bathroom without holding. I ended up messing on the bathroom floor. It was then when I began to realize what the difference between always using diapers and needing to use diapers would be. I remained undeterred.

Indeed, Gary's motivations are pretty clear! Chapter 20! Gary lead Briana up the walk to her house. There was a bit of a waddling wobble to her step and her skirt looked very full. Unconcerned with that, Briana hurried ahead of Gary to open the door. "Hi Veronica!" She said enthusiastically. "Hello Briana, Gary." Veronica smiled from the living room's gray armchair. "Hi." Gary said, following Briana in and padding her bulky rear. "Got her back safe and sound. Go see Veronica hon." Briana obediently sat on Veronica's lap. "I had a good date! We had a good lunch, and ice cream!" "I see the ice cream." Veronica smirked, plucking at the pink blotches on Briana's crop-top. "On your top and your mouth." "I could have cleaned her up." Gary said, dropping the diaper bag and sitting on the couch. "But I thought you'd enjoy seeing how much fun she had with the ice cream." "You guessed right." Veronica said. "I see she went through at least one top and one change?" "Oh, yeah he did it was really..." Briana was already blushing at the memory, but her cheeks went bright pink when Veronica interrupted her by popping a pacifier in her mouth. "Shh sweetie, I'm talking to Gary right now." Veronica pulled Briana closer on her lap, laying Briana's head on her shoulder. Briana squirmed, overcome with embarrassment. The clammy feeling in her diaper that she's been trying to ignore came to the forefront of her attention. Without thinking about what she was doing, she cuddled up to Veronica, holding on to her roommate's neck and breast. "That's right." Gary said. "We didn't end up using the onsie, or the spare pullup. I think she's a little wet, but she probably doesn't need to be changed right away." "You're taking this very well." Veronica said. "You had a good time too?" "Yeah." Gary smiled and shook his head. "More than I thought I would. I'll be happy to babysit her any time." "That's great to hear, we might need you after finals." Veronica said. "She was a good girl overall?" "Yeah she was fine. A couple of bratty moments but nothing to worry about." Gary said. "She didn't like it when I made a meta-comment about our little game. She wanted to be immersed in it I think." "I've been noticing that too." Veronica said. Briana squirmed in her arms, and Veronica bounced her gently until Briana snuggled up again. "Did she take you up on the microbiology help?" "Kind of?" Gary shrugged. "Looking at her right now I'm not sure how much you'd let her choose anyway. Let me know when she's got more serious studying or homework and I'll come tutor." "Sounds great." Veronica smiled. "Okay Briana, you can hop up now and say goodbye to Gary." Briana hopped off Veronica's lap and stood between her and Gary as he rose from the couch. She couldn't say anything with the pacifier in her mouth, so she waited, looking up at him expectantly. Gary smiled and gently took the pacifier. "You're pretty little right now. I think you're going to have a fun evening." Briana smiled broadly. "Thanks! And thanks for the ice cream, and the date." "You're welcome cutie." Gary pulled Briana close, kissing her gently and squishing her rear. She pressed up tightly against him, feeling heat build in her crotch again. Gary popped the pacifier right back in Briana's mouth as he pulled away. "See you later Veronica. Got to say, this is pretty interesting." Gary waved and headed for the door. "I'm sure you have some other adjectives for it too." Veronica chuckled, waving. When Gary was gone, she turned to Briana, plucking at the messy crop top. "Let's get you a change of clothes sweetie." "Do I get to pick my outfit? Gary said you were going to baby me so I can do good tomorrow?" Briana pulled away, dropping her pacifier on the coffee table. "I could give you a choice of onesies." Veronica said. "You're right, we're going to give you the full baby treatment tonight. It did you good yesterday, I want you to be ready for school tomorrow." "Onesies are boring, and too babyish." Briana pouted. "I want to wear something pretty." "I think they're pretty." Veronica said, tugging at Briana's crop top. "Arms up, right now." Briana sighed and raised her arms. She stayed put while Veronica took her bra off, wiggling a bit. "I don't want a onesie though." "I know sweetheart, but I think you need it, and I think you'll like it when you get a bit more into it." Veronica pulled Briana's skirt down and guided her feet out of it. "You let me strip you down to your diaper in the living room. Your wet diaper." Briana blushed and covered her chest. "But that's because..." "Because I told you to." Veronica said. "So be a good girl and listen to me." "Like..." Briana asked in a quiet voice. "Like uh, you're my mom?" Veronica beamed. "Yes sweetie. Just that way." "Okay mom." Briana blushed and looked down, letting her arms drop. "Such a good girl." Veronica kissed Briana on the head. She pulled a white onesie with green trim out of the diaper bag. Briana wrinkled her nose at the frog and lily pad print. With the onesie pulled on and snapped firmly over her crotch, Briana was feeling foggy headed again. More than foggy, actually, she was suddenly dizzy. She reached out to Veronica for balance or a hug, she wasn't sure which, lightly holding Veronica's left breast again. "Sorry to say, there isn't a snack for you there hon." Veronica chuckled. Briana looked down at her hand in confusion, then blushed, snatching it back. "I didn't mean..." "Shh, it's alright." She stroked Briana's cheek. "I'm going to put you down for a little nap before dinner, but you can nap here in the living room if you want." "But mom, I'm not tired." Briana sighed. "I think you will be. Lie down on the couch." Veronica crouched down by the couch and pulled a blanket over Briana. "I have a friend for you." "What?" Briana blinked sleepily. The warmth of the blanket and the onesie pulling her diaper against her were pushing her more into her daze. "Here you go." Veronica reached under the couch and retrieved a stuffed lioness that she tucked into Briana's arms. "It's so soft!" Briana said, stroking the golden fur and admiring the cutely-painted blue eyes. "I'm glad you like it. You'll have to think of a name for it after your nap." She stroked Briana's hair. "Sleep now sweetie. I'll be right here, okay?" "Okay mom." Briana yawned, snuggling up to her new friend. She could feel warmth in her crotch again and vaguely realized she was wetting. It didn't bother her, instead contributing to the warm, sleepy feeling. When Briana woke she could hear her roommates bustling around the house. The pacifier was back in her mouth, she'd been sucking on it as she slept. She smiled behind the pacifier to see that her lion was still cuddled in her arms. It was delightfully warm under the blanket, or at least it was everywhere but her diaper. Her crotch and butt were way beyond clammy, they were wet. She stirred on the couch as Jane walked by. The smell of ginger and garlic wafted in from the kitchen. It seemed like a shame to get up and ruin the wonderful warmth she'd built up under the blanket. Spitting the pacifier out on the floor, Briana called out. "Moooom! I need a change." "Jane, can you change her?" Veronica called from the kitchen. "I'm in the middle of making dumplings." Jane rounded the couch and looked down at Briana. She had an odd expression on her face. Curious, but something else as well. "Well, look at you. Climb down on the floor and I'll get you changed." "I asked for mom!" Briana pouted, holding her lion defensively. "You mean Veronica?" Jane cocked her head. "Well, she is busy right now, so I'll be the one taking care of you." "No." Briana said. "I'll wait until she's done." "Briana." Jane said sternly. "Veronica might be your mother right now but we're all in charge of you. If you don't get down on the floor right now, you'll find out exactly how much discipline I learned from my father." Briana squeaked, reluctantly climbing off the couch with her blanket and lion. Jane wasted no time pulling Briana on top of the blanket and unsnapping the crotch of her onesie. "You were really wet." Jane said, tearing the tapes off Briana's diaper and pulling it aside. She hefted the soggy thing with raised brows before dumping it in a diaper pail. "Well I used it more than once." Briana said. She squirmed as Jane wiped her down with the cold wipes. Jane lifted Briana's legs to wipe her rear. "I see you have something new here." Briana squirmed as Jane wiggled the plug in her rear. "Gary gave that to me. It's for um, so I don't do number two I guess?" "Useful." Jane nodded. "It's not uncomfortable for you?" "I forgot it was there." Briana giggled. "Cute plug!" Suzie said, hopping up on the couch. Briana blushed, hoping that everyone wouldn't crowd around her while she was getting changed. "Thanks, I have a lion too!" "What's her name?" Suzie asked. "Uh, Alanna!" Briana nodded. Jane slid a new diaper under Briana's rear. There was no lotion this time, just a quick sprinkle of powder before Jane taped the diaper in place. "Mom gave her to me!" Briana nodded, wiggling her butt against the fresh dry padding. As soon as Jane snapped up her onesie she sat up, legs slightly splayed from the bulk between them. "Cool!" Suzie exclaimed. "That was very nice of her." Jane said, patting Briana's cheek. She wiped the pacifier off and popped it back in Briana's mouth. "Suzie, can you watch her until dinner? I have to send an email to my advisor before five." "Is she high maintenance today?" Suzie asked, coming over the couch to sit in front of Briana. "I think we're getting to the phase that Veronica was talking about on Friday." Jane nodded. "Mmm?" Briana tugged at Suzie's leg, getting only an absent minded pat on the head rather than an answer. "Okay, I got it. I'm good to go for the evening and I like playtime with her anyway." Suzie grinned. "Thanks." Jane nodded, and leaned over to hug Briana. "Be good for Suzie, understand?" Briana rolled her eyes and nodded. "Tell me about your lion! Why's she named Alanna?" Suzie popped the pacifier out of Briana's mouth. "What phase was Jane talking about?" Briana asked, her brow furrowed. "Don't worry about that hon. Let's play with your lion." Suzie grabbed a blown-glass seashell from the coffee table. "Here come the evil space mermaids in their shell-ship!" "Alanna's not in space." Briana pouted. "What about that phase?" she thought. "Why not?" Suzie asked. "Is she a magical lion?" "Well maybe she could be in space. She does have magic." Briana walked Alanna across the coffee table toward the shell. By the time dinner was ready Briana had forgotten the phase. She wasn't paying much attention to what her roommates were talking about at all, Alanna was far more interesting. Getting put to bed by Veronica and having a story read to her was even more blissful than it had been the last night. The morning dawned on a Briana who felt great! She was out of bed and put together well before Veronica's usual visit. She even went to meet Veronica so they could talk about the day. Classes were back to being a breeze, it was good to be back to her usual honors student self. In her plastics-bacteria lab, Briana got up the courage to approach the professor while one of her samples were cycling. "Hey Dr. Vaughn, I don't know if you heard but Dr. Schaefer lost her grant. Do you know if there are any other open lab jobs?" "I did hear." He said, frowning. "I was really sorry for Sara. You too. I don't know of anything right now, but if something comes up I'll recommend you. You've done good work here." "Thank you!" Briana smiled brightly. "Of course. How are you set for finals? I know there's not always a lot of time to focus on class while you're doing grad work." "I'm pretty good actually." Briana said. "It's my thesis that's lagging behind." "Well those always do." Vaughn chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll get it." Briana froze in the middle of a nod. There was a warm, wet sensation in her pants. "I didn't feel anything at all this time!" She tried to clamp down on her bladder but it didn't seem to make any difference. Luckily she had on some baggy green shorts, she wasn't brave enough to wear leggings over her pullups. "Are you okay?" Vaughn asked. "Oh uh, yeah." Briana said nervously. "I um, have a bit of a medical condition it uh, makes my breath catch sometimes." The trickle into her pullup had stopped, but not due to any effort on Briana's part. She could feel the padding bulking up between her legs and shifted uncomfortably. "Oh no! Have you been to see someone for it?" "Yes actually, but it's kind of an ongoing process." Briana shrugged. "I understand. I'm diabetic myself." Dr. Vaughn nodded. "I hope you stay well. Will you be able to finish out today's lab?" "Yes but, I think I'll run to the bathroom and take my medication." Briana said. "If you don't mind?" "Oh of course, go ahead." Vaughn smiled kindly. Briana scurried to the bathroom. The pullup gave her enough time to find one of the private ones, at least. Once inside with the door firmly locked she stripped off her shorts and looked down at her pullup. The puppies and kittens that had been there in the morning were gone for good. It wasn't full to leaking, but it couldn't take her wetting again. With a sigh, Briana shucked the pullup and wrapped it in paper towels before trashing it. Eyeing the spare pullup after giving herself a wipe-down, Briana fidgeted. "What if I wet this one too?" "It doesn't really matter." She realized, "It's not like I have a choice. I can't skip out on lab right after I asked Dr. Vaughn to recommend me to a job." The pullup went on with a now-familiar feeling. Briana checked herself out in the mirror, craning her head over her shoulder to see her rear. "My butt does look pretty good in it. The stars on it are pretty too." With a laugh at the absurdity of it all, she pulled her shorts up and left the bathroom. The rest of the lab went well, in terms of Briana's results. By the time she finished, however, there was definite sogginess between her legs. Her body wasn't even waiting for her bladder to fill up anymore. It was scary, Briana could feel a cloud of stress looming over her. Stress had only made wetting worse though, so she tried to force the worry out of her mind. The pullup held until the end of her lab, and that's all that mattered. When she went home she knew she'd be diapered and babied, with nothing to worry about. Briana marveled at how comforting that all sounded. She hurried to Casey's car, eager to get back to her little self.

Chapter 10 “I think it’s been a long morning. Let’s tuck you in for a nap. How’s your diaper?” Alex just blushed. “Did you pee-pee again?” “Maybe.” “Ok, well let’s go get you in a fresh diaper and then we its beddy-bye time.” She wiped the few remaining crumbs from his lunch off his face and led him off to their guest bedroom. “Um mommy, why are we going in here? I sleep in our bedroom.” “I know you do, but I want to make sure that you get your rest and if I need to get in our bedroom while you are napping, I won’t wake you up.” With a satisfactory answer, he popped in his pacifier and laid down on the bed. “My goodness, what a wet baby you are. That’s ok, mommy is so proud of you for going potty in your diaper.” She tickled his belly. “No tickle mommy,” he giggled behind his paci. He felt so peaceful. Why had he been fighting this? A chance at a second childhood may be on the greatest gifts he had ever received and he was so happy that this time he had a much better mommy. “I wuv you, mommy.” “Oh sweetheart, I love you, to the moon and back.” She finished taping his new diaper in place and helped him get under the blankets. “I have one more thing for you. I was gonna wait until tonight, but I think it’s the right time. I was out shopping the other day and I saw this fella and I remembered you telling me that you didn’t remember having a stuffed animal as a kid. So he had to come home with me.” She produced a fluffy polar bear stuffie. His eyes lit up and then got misty. “You got this for me?” “All yours. I remember you saying that you always liked seeing the polar bears the most at the zoo when you were a kid.” “Mhhhmm. They are my favorite. Thank you so much mommy.” “Of course, pumpkin. Now it’s time for you and your new friend to get some sleep.” She kissed his forehead and closed the door quietly behind her. He was so cozy with his fuzzy new friend and a fresh diaper. He didn’t remember the last time he got to take an afternoon nap. It didn’t take long for him to drift off. # # # # “There’s my sweet baby boy.” His eyes opened. He wasn’t in the guest bedroom anymore. He was in a crib, his crib. He was in the nursery that he had become so acquainted with every night. He had dreaded for so long that he was turning into a baby, but now that it was happening, he welcomed it. He peered through the bars of his crib to find the sweet voice of his mommy. He felt the bulb of his pacifier ensconced in his mouth. The diapers that had once caused so much anguish now were now a source of comfort and security. He wondered why he had ever hated them. Especially now when his mommy so lovingly changed him. “Is my baby ready to get out and play?” He scanned the room again, looking for her. Where was she? He pulled himself onto his knees, using the rail of the crib to steady himself. The overgrown nursery made him feel so small. Gone were all the stressors of life. He had his mommy to take care of him. He felt his crotch warm as he started to wet his diaper. “Oh, it looks like my baby really had to go pee-pee.” He looked down at his sodden diaper now sagging on his hips. “Mommy is so proud of you for using your diaper.” He turned to look in the direction of where her voice came from, but again she wasn’t there. A panic started to rise within him. He wanted to speak out, but he couldn’t think of many words. He couldn’t think in sentences anymore, only small words and what he wanted most was his mommy. “Mama!!!” He started to wail like an infant. “I’m right here, sweetie.” He felt frantic. He needed her. Why was she doing this to him? “Mama aahhhhhhh.” He fell back onto his soggy diaper. Another spurt of pee escaped into his already full diaper. “Mommy is right here.” He couldn’t process why it was so upset. All he knew was that mommy would make it all better. As he laid on his back wailing, his bowels released into his full diaper. “Alex, baby wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up sweetie.” He opened his eyes again. The nursery was gone and he was once again back in the guest bedroom. But then he saw her face. “Mommy!” The site of her was a relief, but some of the fear lingered. “What happened baby?” “I...I…was in my crib and I heard your voice calling to me, but I could see you anywhere. And then I started to lose my words. I was just like a little baby and I got scared because I couldn’t see you.” “Oh sweetie, that must have been so scary. But I’m here now.” She pulled him close to her chest and he softly cried. But it was then that she realized what else had happened. “Um sweetie, in your dream, do you remember making a mess in your diaper?” He thought hard for a moment, trying to recall what happened. “I um, I’m not sure. I remember feeling so small and so scared. Mommy’s not mad, are you?” “No, no, no of course not. I just wanted to see what you could remember. But let’s take a look at that diaper.” She pulled down the covers to reveal a super soaked diaper. “Um sweetie, I think we need to take you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.” The thick, sodden padding made him waddle significantly as he got up from the bed. “Why don’t you try crawling, it might be easier.” As she watched her infantile husband drop to his knees without hesitation, she thought that perhaps his regression was moving faster than she thought. She might need to reconsider when she planned on installing a nursery. He laid on a towel on the bathroom floor while his mommy went about cleaning him up. He absentmindedly began to suck his thumb. He felt so small and helpless, but he felt safe and loved. After he was cleaned up and put in a new diaper, she helped him up and led him to the bedroom. “Let’s get you dressed and then how about we go get ice cream?” Alex just flashed a big smile and nodded. As she dressed him, she realized that she would never again view him as an equal partner. They hadn’t been married long. She thought back to the happiness and joy their wedding had brought. She was so in love, but it was different know. He was no longer a husband and she no longer a wife. He was her baby, and she was his mommy.

@Enthusi Thanks for your stories! It paints a picture of the small moments that point to big changes! Some are physical, some mental, some emotional. Really think that all three are needed to achieve the untraining and appreciate your sharing! I had my own experience with a urologist where they were "shocked" at how my bladder was only able to hold 75-100cc! They offered me a diaper if I needed to change mine and that was just as validating! @oznl First you are a very gifted writer....even this short excerpt draws the reader deeply in! Thank you for sharing! Just today, I had my first time in a long time where I again woke up to a full diaper and am 100% confident I did not stir while sleeping. I can't wait for the day that I'm able to try the same experiment you did! I can just imagine wanting to call someone at 2am if everything was wet, but almost have to chuckle at the joy I'd be expecting someone to share with me over a wet bed! But reading your story, I TOTALLY GET IT! Thank you so much for sharing all that you do!

Yeah, watch a few LockPickingLawyer videos on YouTube and you'll find that they're not even safe against toddlers in many cases. I've got a much more substantial safe in my closet. They're not carrying that thing out and it has a S&G lock on it, so I doubt they're getting it open with ordinary efforts. Actually, the supply of guns comes not from theft nor smuggling over the border primarily (those these happen). They happen via straw purchases (where someone who is not permitted to own a gun uses someone with a clean record to buy for them). The next highest use is just licensed firearms dealers who just skip following the law. In fact, most reported gun thefts seem to be guns stolen from FFLs rather than individuals.

You should lock up guns when you not there, cause thieves will come and steal your guns, then sell them to someone that will commit a crime. If you can't afford a place to lock your guns, how can you afford guns? Walmart has gun safe down to $200. Where you think the guns on the black market comes from?

Despite remaining persistently daytime-continent (well fairly continent, I think, subject to terms and conditions, YMMV, yada, yada, yada), there have been a number of physiological “progressions” that have occurred. Even though I’ve assiduously documented these on my blog as probable data points pointing towards developing dependency, there was always in the back of my mind a counterpoint narrative. I could always think of some reason that this was not an “accident” but rather some kind of lapse in attention or memory, or perhaps even a physiological misunderstanding between my brain and body. The thing that looms largest on the “Oh my god! What have I done?” stakes was wetting the bed. There’d been an abundance of evidence intermittently appearing in my night nappies for months suggesting that some bedwetting action was emerging. I blogged all of it but again, the counterpoint narrative in my brain told me that I was probably awake, aware that I was suitably clad for peeing and simply forgot about the decision the next morning. It was only when I at last got the opportunity of skipping my night nappy and testing myself that evidence appeared that I could not walk back. Wetting unprotected pyjamas, sheets and blankets is not something I enjoy or wish to do in the dead of a cold night. Sleep for me is hard enough as it is. I was quite confident that my subconscious was on board with this. I can remember therefore, in high resolution colour, waking up in the middle of the night to find myself laying in an abundantly wet bed. My first reflexive thought was NOT “Oh my god! I’ve wet the bed!” but rather “Why is the bed all wet?” That was my subconscious not having read the memo I guess. Eventually, lights on, standing beside my bed at 2am, cold, wet pyjama pants stuck uncomfortably to my thighs, surveying a 2 foot diameter cool puddle where my bum was on the sheets that I ran out of excuses. My initial disbelief turned to a curious alloy of horror and excitement at what I had done to myself. It’s STILL echoed in miniature with every wet nappy I discover after going to bed dry.

I messed my wet morning Attends Premier diaper with a pair of Lang plastic pants 15 minutes ago. The initial release of pressure, relaxing my muscles, feeling the warm bulge filling and spreading in my diaper, settling in the bottom of my diaper, walking to my computer, sitting down and feeling the squish, and the intense psychophysiological pleasure for me is one of the most intense experiences I enjoy. I wish I could mess my diaper whenever and wherever I could, but adult responsibilities take precedence, although I do wet throughout the day at work.

Part 14 - I snapped! I started crying uncontrollably. I threw the bottle out of the playpen, and it hit a picture on the wall causing it to plummet to the floor and shatter. I stood up in the playpen and started to climb out. The combinations of my state of mind, the bulk of my diapers and the height of the oversized playpen didn’t allow me to reach the floor as I had anticipated. I fell abruptly on the floor now bawling louder and more frantically. Mrs. Riley came running to help me as I lay on the hardwood floor out of control. She gently rubbed my shoulders as I pushed her hand away whining “I have had enough!” “What’s wrong sweetheart?” Mrs. Riley asked. “I wanted to give Greg a Special Weekend, so I thought I will wear diapers for him this weekend, I didn’t think that I would be sleeping in cribs and being fed and being treated like a baby and have mucus running down my face”, I babbled back in a raised tone of voice. “I don’t know what I expected, but surely not this!” I whined. “Awe, your poor thing, that’s a lot of ‘ands’”, Mrs. Riley said with compassion. Mrs. Riley commented, “I really didn’t know how this all came about … and I felt it was none of my business. I just saw you two and assumed that your behavior was something usual”. “NO, IT’S NOT USUAL” I screamed back at her. “And now I’ve messed myself for the second time”, I cried out while slapping the floor with my hands lying face down on the floorboards. I roll over to sit and could not believe how much poop was in my diaper. I could feel it move and cover every inch of my bottom and front. “Just tell me what I can do”, Mrs. Riley asked with hesitation in her voice. “You can leave me alone, that’s what you can do”, I screamed back to her. Mrs. Riley left the cabin while I continued my crying tantrum. I heard the door slam as I lay there in my pathetic state. After a long while I kind of pulled myself together and walked over to the changing table for the diaper wipes, I unsnapped the romper, slid my plastic panties down, removed my diaper and attempted to clean myself up. My BM was all over everything, my clothes, the floor, the changing table, and me; not able to clean up the mess I fell to the floor and cried some more while my nose continued to run. “Mrs. Riley, will you come help me?” I pleaded. “Not until you calm down, girl”, she replied. “I am sorry, I need your help, PLEASE”, I begged in a whiny tone. Mrs. Riley entered her cabin with a look of disappointment on her face. “Tell me what’s the matter, princess”, she requested. “I made a mess, and I can’t get myself cleaned up”, I replied. “I thought you were a big girl and didn’t need any help? she rebutted. “Tell me why you are in such a mood? she questioned. “I didn’t expect this all to go so far”, I replied. “What to go so far?” She asked. “Being treated like baby”, I replied. “Then why have you been parading around the grounds dressed in diapers, peeing, and pooping in your diapers, sucking on a pacifier, and sleeping in a crib?” She questioned. “Because Greg asked me to”, I responded. “And anything Greg asks you to do, you do? She asked. “No, not at all”, I replied. This was supposed to be a special weekend for him. I told him I would wear diapers for the time that we are here”, I said. “And? Mrs. Riley questioned. “And I have done other juvenile things too!” I said. “And? Mrs. Riley asked. “And ... and ... and, I don’t know”, I replied. “What is it you expect me to do?” Mrs. Riley asked. “Help me get cleaned up”, I answered back. “Do you have panties in your cabin?” she asked. “NO, I didn’t bring any panties”, I said. “I see”, Mrs. Riley said. “And what exactly am I to help you change into then, my dear?” she asked. “I have no clue, anything but these messy diapers”, I replied. “I need you to help me understand how you would drive all the way up here with an entire wardrobe of baby things and expect to be treated different than the baby you portray so well?” she asked. I had no answer, just a ridiculous look on my face. “So, do you love him?” she asked. “Greg? ... yes”, I answered. “I would have guessed that by all your efforts”, she stated. “And you felt nothing but frustration this entire time you’ve been treated as a baby?” she asked. “NO, I have enjoyed the feelings and attention” … I paused thinking of what I was saying. “So, which is it? You do enjoy the attention, or you don’t?” She asked. “I do but….” I was without words and confused. “Kristen, dear, I think you did this because you knew Greg would appreciate it”, correct? “Yes”, I replied. “And, you obviously devoted a lot of time preparing for it, right?” She asked. “Yes”, was my answer. “And you have felt extra attention and perhaps stimulated by all of this?”, She questioned. OMG, she knows that I get turn on by this, as my face once again turns red. “Yes, but….” I stuttered. “Well then, tell me exactly how I can help you?”, she responded. “You can help me understand my feelings” I sobbed. “Will you let me clean you up and we can discuss what you’re feeling without any more grumpiness?”, she asked. “Okay”, I replied, while I was looking at the ground feeling miserable. “Let’s get you spick and span then and we can sit and discuss your situation, I need you on the changing table, it’s easier on my back then bending over”, she said. “Okay”, I replied as I stood up and let her place me on the changing table so she could get me freshened up. Mrs. Riley started the disgusting chore of cleaning the mess I had made and was asking me a zillion questions trying to understand what I was thinking as well as helping me understand what I was feeling and why I was feeling this way. After she had all of my dirty clothes in the washing machine and had me all spotless, she pulled a tee from the changing table, handed it to me and I pulled it on. She walked me over to the couch, placed a changing mat on the couch and me on the changing mat, she covered me with a quilt, handed me a box of tissues for my nose, sat in her chair and continued helping me sort things out. After hours of sharing my thoughts with her, she explained back to me all the emotions I had just affirmed. She told me it was very obvious that my greatest difficulty was just the transition from my usual daily routine and adjusting to so many new changes in such a short time. “Well … where do we go from here?”, She asked. “I guess I’m committed to Greg, and I’ll stay with the plan”, I responded. “You guess or you are?”, she asked “I am”, was my reply. You are sure?”, she asked. “Yes … I’m fine with it now, especially after our being able to talk through it all.” I said. “No more whining, crying and tantrums? She asked. “No. I’m very sorry. I really was acting like a two-year-old. I’m ready for my diapers”, I told her. “Look me straight in the eyes and tell me what you really want”, She demanded. “I want to wear diapers”, I told her. “That doesn’t sound too convincing”, she told me. “NO… I really am”, I convincingly said. She went to the playpen and retrieved my pacifier, came over and gave me a hug and asked, “one last time, you are okay with this?” “Yes”, I replied. Ok then baby let get you in a diaper before you pee or poop on the floor. (There she goes again thinking that I am going to poop in a diaper. Twice is enough). She placed the pacifier between my lips and then asked me to go to the changing table. I decided I would show her I really was ready to continue on with my promise to Greg and ‘crawled’ over to the changing table. As I was crawling over to the changing table, with Na Na walking behind and I was thinking, here I am now showing my butt off to Na Na, what more could happen to make my face turn red? Mrs. Riley lifted me on the changing table and went through her routine of diapering me. This time, she added diaper rash cream. She told me, since I have had a messy diaper twice now, she wanted to make sure that I did not get a rash. Plus, it will help if I have another poopie diaper. (What was she thinking, I am not going to poop in my diaper again. As I once again thought to myself.) Her new bulky pink diapers were again tightly pinned to my bum and the now dry yellow plastic panties followed, as did the romper (all just out of the dryer). I just contently sucked on the pacifier as Mrs. Riley got me redressed. After our very long conversation and my childish venting, I had a new point of view about accepting diapers. “Thank you, Na Na,”, I said. “You’re very welcome, princess”, she replied. “Let’s try a bottle and the playpen again, shall we?” she asked. “Okay”, I replied. “I promise I’ll behave from now on. I’m very sorry”, I told her. In a matter of minutes, I was back in the playpen, dressed in my adorable new romper and sucking on my bottle, this time with a gleam in my eye. I had accepted my role and accepted what was expected of me acting like baby girl Kristen. About halfway through my bottle the boys returned from their trip. Jake and Greg entered the room with a string full of fish. “Cute outfit”, Greg said to me as he leaned over, patted my bum, and blew me a kiss. “Thank you”, I responded.

i could tell without searching, the dead giveaway was the adult sized animals in diapers, and "ask your mom and dad for some"

frankly, we do. we needed one of our guns in 2019, 3 copperheads in the house, im not getting close enough to chop them with the machete, or a hoe, uh uh, i killed 2 of them with moms crickett rifle, a fireman got the 3rd with a hoe, he is use to dealing with this sort of thing. i killed 2 more outside, 1 on the back porch, another in the yard(the yard i used my pump action .410), thank God i had those when i needed them. my nephew needed a gun, i think it was last year, thank God he had it, here is what happened: one day my nephew was driving, and he accidentally cut someone off, ok not good but something one should just say a cuss word on and let it go- SHOULD, but didnt. the guy he cut off decided to follow him, took every turn he took, stayed on him like a tick. my nephew had a handgun in his glove box, he pulled over at a gas station, where there was plenty of witnesses and cameras to document everything if needed. he grabbed that gun and stepped out of the truck, gun down at his side but in view of this road rage driver, who saw it and just took off. the nephews father is a cop, said he handled it perfectly. i could give more instances of times where guns have proven good, but this isnt about that, the problem isnt guns, its evil in peoples minds(some say hearts but i see the heart as just a cardiac pump, the problem is above the neck not below it), and lack of armed security in schools. if you are in charge of kids you should be ready and able to defend them. with all the school shootings schools should have a proactive plan to prevent these things, such as no one being able to get into a school without measures to verify you are not there for problems. that son of a ,,,,, no,,,, i was gonna call him a son of a bitch but i dont know a thing about his mom so that would be unfair and he is the only one responsible, at least legally, kids are not being taught the basic values, respect for life, the value of life, not given a background of faith, allowed to go their lives without the thought that what they do today will cost them when they leave this life. instead of good upbringing, some will do horrible things for the notariety, one girl who was thankfully stopped was going to do a mass shooting just to be known as the first female mass shooter in history, and i doubt this degenerate thought for a moment he would be shot for what he was doing, one mass murderer had not only a kill list but a rape list, with his sister on the rape list, he thought he was gonna be very well known in history with a bigger list of crimes, at least he is dead now, killed before he could kill anymore, before he could rape anyone. kids are being allowed to get wrapped up in violent media, this degenerate was said to be a bigtime call of duty player, so he might have ended up de-sensitized to violence, and thinking life is just something to take. im not saying that its 100 percent wrong to make call of duty, i play some violent games myself(uncharted, batman arkham series, re4,5,and some of 6), but i was taught to respect and value life, and many here likely have too. we need parents to do their jobs, not pawn their responsibilities off on someone else, or to electronics, kids need DISCIPLINE, limits on how much they play and what they play, taught cause and affect, and last but not least, faith. if you re athiest, im not sorry, i said it, i dont care if you disagree(i put that not directed at YOU personally, but in a general sense)

At least you know some actual effort went into the design.

So, so, so many good memories to chose from! Here are three that come to mind: 1. About 2 years into my journey: One day I arrived at work and I closed my car door and immediately realized I locked my keys in my car. As I stood there in disbelief, pondering if I should call security for a courtesy unlock now, or wait until the end of my shift, I suddenly felt my bladder give out and my diaper fill up. I think it was so memorable besides diapers and incontinence were the last thing on my mind, and yet my bladder didn’t care. 2. Last year (about 4 years into my journey) I saw a urologist after i told a primary care doctor I’m incontinent, even though I said I wasn’t concerned or looking for treatment. Anyways during the urology appointment, for the male exam portion, the doctor asked me to untape my diaper. The doc then put some towels under me and proceeded with the exam. He clearly didn’t trust me to not pee on him when he examined me. And the crazy thing was that I was low key relieved he did that so I didn’t have to worry about accidentally peeing on the doctor. Very validating indeed! 3. About 6-12 months ago (4.5 years into my journey): The first time I accidentally peed myself during a diaper change. Enough said. I have other stories if anyone is interested. ?

It's time for the changes to finally start happening! This also ended up the longest chapter yet! Thanks to everyone who left a like. It really helps someone who's just getting started like me. And thanks for anyone who, like me, is a perpetual lurker and just reads! Chapter 3 “Welcome home!” Rose cheered, swinging open the door to Oliver’s new room. It was massive, nearly a whole flat unto itself. He stood in place, staring slack jawed. “Go on now,” Rose said, patting him on the butt, “take a look around.” Stumbling into the room and onto the soft carpet, he began to take it all in. The walls were a sky blue, interrupted by two sets of white drapes, almost like clouds. The first set, along the right wall, adorned a modest window with a view towards the backyard where he could see a lovely garden growing all manner of flower. The second set of drapes was around a massive bay window, the bench of which was large enough he imagined himself taking a sun nap upon it. Two small lights hung from the ceiling, but the room received enough natural light he didn’t imagine he would use them often. The left wall, meanwhile, had a quaint white door, opening up to an en suite bathroom, and even had a large soaking tub inside. Rose, for her part, took the boy’s bags away to the laundry room and started to wash them. She knew he wouldn’t use these rags for long, but it was fun enough to play along for now. Besides, he did still look cute in them. “Far cuter were he to be in a onesie or a little dress,” she dreamed to herself, barely stifling a squeal before bringing herself back on mission. All just a matter of time. Meanwhile, Oliver continued to explore, flopping on the queen sized bed that was nestled in the corner between the two windows. He quickly spun himself up in the navy blue comforter, feeling safe and warm as he surveyed the rest of his new kingdom. From here he had a clear view of the TV, it being mounted to the wall above a dresser. He found the remote on the bedstand, and flicked it on. There was a desk on the far end of the room where he would later set up his computer, and next to that a nice vacant corner with a rug that he couldn’t quite think of a use for yet, but all that was pushed to the back of his mind as the TV sprung to life, full of all the streaming options he could only dream of affording. Rose found him just like that, some time later. He had settled on some action-packed serial she had never heard of, but Rose only really concerned herself with the latest and greatest of cartoons, which she would put to good use soon enough. For now, she carefully avoided blocking the television while putting his clothes away into the dresser below it. She paused a few times, staring and smiling at Oliver, but he didn’t seem to notice, too engrossed in his episode. Rose didn’t mind though, she just loved staring at her little one, all snuggled up in his blanket, not a care in the world. Eventually his episode ended, and Oliver broke from his distracted focus, and noticed Rose, sitting cross legged on the floor and just staring at him, her head supported on her palm, every bit as lost in him as he was in his show just a moment before. “Oh, uhm, hi Rose,” he stammered shyly. Rose’s smile widened as she stood up and ventured over to embrace him. “Hi yourself, snuggle bug. I hope you’re comfy here,” she spoke softly, her hands petting him through the comforter. He nodded as she did, trying to move his head so he could see the screen, which Rose took as an invitation to join him on the bed, shifting her embrace to a loose one from behind. It wasn’t an altogether uncomfortable position for Oliver to be in, but it was an unfamiliar one, which was causing his grip on the remote to stiffen with uncertainty. Should he pick something she would enjoy, or ask her what to watch, or maybe he should just continue his binge? His brain got stuck, looping through those options, until he felt her hand take the remote from him. He felt her warmth press against him as she did, and he blushed, letting the remote go without a second thought. “How about something a bit more appropriate,” she mused, flipping through menus until she found the Kids section. “This was always my favorite for a sleepy afternoon.” He looked up, having missed the name of the show, but it featured softly drawn characters with an overly pastel color palette. There were no words to the show, just noises, but all of that was secondary to the soft, repetitive music that permeated the show. Oliver felt like protesting, but felt the weight of the day pressing down on him, suddenly recalling the nearly sleepless night he had, where something he couldn’t name kept waking him every time he got close to restful sleep. It was a wonder he didn’t feel the exhaustion until this very moment, but feel it he did, and so without any protest, he fell asleep in her arms. When he awoke, the room was dim, and the faint smells of cooking caught his nose. Peering out the window, it wasn’t night yet, but his side of the house was in shadow as the day neared its end. Oliver yawned deeply, then rolled himself out of bed to go check on Rose and see what’s for dinner. He walked out of his room and into the kitchen, dragging his favorite teddy bear behind him. He walked in and waved to her, still too sleepy to speak unprompted, and drank in the vast array of aromas from her cooking. “Well good morning sleepy butt, and who do we have here?” she said, turning slightly but keeping her attention on the sizzling pan in front of her. Oliver swung the large stuffed bear in front of him and held it with both arms across his chest. It was naked other than a blue ribbon tied in a bow around its neck, and large enough to go from his chest to his knees. The fur was well loved and rubbed rough in a few places, but thanks to a small set of stitches on the back of its neck, it remained well stuffed. “Uhm… this is Captain Cuddles,” he spoke into the back of the bear’s head shyly, “he keeps me safe.” “Well thank you very much for keeping Oliver safe, Mr…” she said, intentionally trailing off. “His name,” Oliver said, lifting his head as to speak more clearly, “is Captain Cuddles.” “Oh, of course dear,” she said, pulling the pan off the stove, “my apologies. Nice to meet you Captain Cuddles.” Rose knelt down to shake the paw of the bear, then kissed each of them of the forehead. “Oliver, can you and your friend go wash your hands? Dinner will be ready soon.” He nodded, walking back to his room and flicking on the light. As he walked to the bathroom, he moved his bear’s arm to wave at the other teddy bear resting in the corner. He knew it was odd for an adult to have even one stuffed animal, but he saw all of his bears as good luck charms, and the very thought of being without them was met with a creeping anxiety. Squeezing Captain Cuddles tighter, the anxiety faded, along with all those awful memories. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, and smiled at himself and Captain Cuddles in the bathroom mirror. He was wearing his favorite pajamas, a long, pale blue top with a brown bear printed on the breast pocket, and darker blue pants covered in little bears. The top even had a hood on it that gave him little teddy bear ears. Maybe he had overdone it on the bear motif, he often thought to himself, but once again, that dark cloud of his past pushed up and he hugged the doubts right out of his mind, pulling up the hood for added safety. By the time it passed, Rose was calling him for dinner, so he hurried off to the kitchen. “Well aren’t you a cute pair?” she asked, looking at the boy with his bear hood, clutching Captain Cuddles. “Come now; get your butt in a chair, dinner’s ready!” Oliver obeyed, pulling up a second chair next to his and sliding Captain Cuddles into it, making sure he could hold his paw as needed. Rose brought two sizzling plates of grilled chicken, seasoned with herbs, garnished with sundried tomatoes and spinach, all in a garlicy cream sauce, and paired it with a white wine, pouring them both a generous glass. Oliver, for his part, sat and smiled at Rose, and waited for her to sit before picking up his fork. “It’s Tuscan Chicken, dear. I wanted to cook something special to celebrate, and to remind you of the refined future you have waiting for you,” she said with a grand voice. “T-thank you,” Oliver said before taking a deep breath and trying to think confidently of his future, “It will be!” With that, he took his fork and carved out a big chunk of chicken and raised it up to his mouth, ready to embrace the refined meal, as Rose put it. Taking the bite, he chewed, and he chewed, and he chewed. It wasn’t that the chicken was overdone; it was more like his mouth was rejecting the flavor of it. There was nothing sweet here, no pop like his chicken nuggets had. Try as he might, his mouth just didn’t produce the saliva to help break down such a bite of chicken, and so he just kept chewing. He tried to wash it down with a sip of wine, but the dry beverage offered no comfort, and just led to him pulling an awful face. Before he realized it, Rose was at his side, a napkin in her hand in front of his mouth. “You don’t have to dear, come on, spit it out,” she said with feigned disappointment, and Oliver obeyed. “It’s okay sweetie, you did your best. I’m proud of you.” Oliver looked up to see her smiling softly, her hand gently patting his head. Instinctively, Oliver pulled Captain Cuddles onto his lap and sat there for a while, letting Rose comfort him, even letting his head rest upon her. “Why don’t we find you something a bit easier to swallow, eh?” she said with a laugh, wandering off to the kitchen. “Oooh, I forgot we had your leftover chicken nuggies from lunch.” With that, Oliver heard the microwave beep, and a few moments later steamy, beautiful golden nuggets appeared in front of him, drizzled in honey mustard. Rose took his old plate to the sink, along with his utensils. Oliver stared at the nuggets, nearly drooling. “Go ahead honey, I’ll be a minute,” she said, interrupting him as he was halfway to realizing he didn’t have a fork anymore, and so he just dug in. Every bite was its own symphony of sweet, crunchy chicken. By the time Rose was back, he had cleaned his plate, and brought Captain Cuddles back into a hug. “Sweetheart…” Rose said with a sigh. “You went and made Beary Bear a mess!” Oliver watched as she pulled Captain Cuddles from his grasp, seeing the sauce and crumbs covering the bear from where he held him. She hurried off to the laundry room, and he moved to chase her, but froze in fear before he could stand up. He tumbled to the floor, curling up as memories overwhelmed him. They were only fragments, moments in time. A birthday where he first got Captain Cuddles, all his friends were cheering. A sleepover where he left the bear behind, all his friends were laughing at him. A drive home where his parents brought the bear, they were so happy. A bike ride where he left it all behind, falling and broken bones. The memories grew darker and more fragmented, until the day he swore to never let Captain Cuddles leave his side. He could remember that decision clearly, it echoed in his mind like an oath sworn upon his life. All would be well as long as he had Captain Cuddles. But he didn’t right now, and all the bad in the world would soon follow, he knew it. He curled up tighter and sobbed until he had no more strength. It was impossible to know how long he lay there, but it felt to him like forever, until suddenly, all was right. “Sorry about that, just had to brush him off,” Rose said, slipping the bear back into his hands, and slipping Oliver out of his panic. “What are you doing down there, anyway? Did you drop one of your nuggies?” Rose chuckled softly to herself, and inwardly wept. She hated the idea of him crying, but she knew it was for the best. He needed to be her baby, it was only right. Oliver shook as he got himself up, the bear sopping up his tears. “No, it’s… it’s nothing,” he said, his voice choking on every sound. “Here, let me clean up, honey. You look like you could use some rest. Would that be good?” She asked, lifting his chin from the bear. Oliver just nodded weakly and shuffled off to bed. There he pulled back his baby blue comforter, and adjusted his stuffies so he was snuggled on every side, and fell hard asleep. The moment she heard the first snore, Rose let herself cry, and all of the stern, mature elements of the kitchen softened. The wine became juice, the seasonings became sauces, and several jars of soft cookies formed where fresh produce was just moments before. She wanted nothing more than to love Oliver, to hold him and care for him, to change him day after day until the sun burned out. For an endless being such as herself, this waiting was agonizing. To waste any time putting up airs like he’s going to be anything but her sweet, innocent, helpless baby was just awful. Enough with the games. It was reckless to move so fast, but she was a Daughter of Time, and he was just a baby. No more waiting, no more playing coy. She had already waited too long. No. More. That baby was going to wake up wet; there was no doubt in her mind. With newfound resolve, she stepped back into his past, and got to work.

@Kawaharu Yes Maam, and the last time I was sick, I was in my diaper, in my WARM bed, and sleeping, but the COUGHING is a killer

It should and help me recover from this

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Old-fashioned cloth diapers with safety pins and vinyl rubber pants.

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Sorry for the long delay Chapter 24 Mama Angela was so proud of Danny. He had handled himself perfectly. “You did so well today. I am very proud of you.” “Thank you,” Danny said with the littles he saw at the park still on his mind. “Is there something that happened you want to talk about?” Mama Angela asked. She thought he might have had some questions after seeing this dimension. “At the playground,” Danny started. “Some of the littles seemed different. They were acting like they did not have a mind. It just…” “Danny,” Mama Angela interrupted. She knew how sensitive an issue of the idea of regressed little was to other littles. She was also against the process of regressing unwilling littles as well. “Those littles were mentally regressed.” “What the hell,” Danny said. “Language,” Mama Angela reminded him. “Some littles choose to not remember what happened to them before coming here especially when they had very bad abuse where they are from. It is easier for them to have the brain of a toddler. Majority of the littles you saw regressed probably chose it for themselves.” “Majority,” Danny said. He realized there is more to the story. “Well, a little’s consent was not necessary until about 15 years ago,” Mama Angela said awkwardly. “There are a few legal processes where a little can get regressed due to their misbehavior. Those are severe cases so do not worry too much about it.” “This is all so fucked up,” Danny said. Mama Angela sighed. She did not want to punish Danny especially after such a good walk. Despite that she knew the sooner she got Danny to stop swearing the better. She picked Danny up and put him into the corner. “Danny,” Mama Angela told him. “You have been a really good boy all day and I am super proud of you, but no swearing is one of the rules we set up. I understand that emotions run high, but we need to work on how to react when they do. Sit here and calm down and then we can talk some more." Danny sat there thinking about how messed up everything was. People could mess with someone’s mind so badly that they mentally are nothing more than a baby and to his caregivers him swearing when he found out about it was a bigger deal. Told him what he suspected about this dimension was true. These amazons were mental cases. Danny did not want to end up like those littles he saw. Danny wished he could do something, but he had no options. He just sat there and waited for the bullshit that came next. Ashley had a different view of what had occurred between Danny and her wife. It was too little punishment to deter Danny from swearing again. A time out might had been enough if she had not given him a warning. Angela was teaching Danny that you break the rules, and you get a small slap on the wrist at the worst. Angela claimed to be ready for a little but was not ready to discipline. In Ashley’s mind this was going to cause an out-of-control Danny and a lot of headaches. After about 5 minutes Mama Angela picked up Danny, carried him to the couch and place him on her lap so that he was facing her. “Danny, I understand forced regression is not an easy topic and emotions ran high. You have been a super good boy today but a little swearing is unacceptable here. If you swear at the wrong person things could be really bad so we need to break you of that bad habit.” “I’m doing my best,” Danny told her. He did not see the issue but better to go along with it than fight it right now. “I understand,” Mama Angela said. She had heard that littles in their dimension swore an unbelievable amount. “But it does not change that we need to break the habit and the sooner the better. Hopefully this helps you remember for next time.” “Sorry,” Danny said even though he did not mean it. “It is okay sweetie let’s not dwell on this,” Mama Angela stated. “We have more important things to focus on Danny. Like the wet diaper you’re wearing and what jammies you are wearing tonight. Danny went with the flow. It had been an eventful day. Danny was brought into the bathroom. “Do you want to bath Danny, or do you want me to try it?” Mama Angela asked. While Mama Angela would much prefer Ashley do it since she had more experience bathing around Danny’s stitches but did not want to force her into interacting with Danny before she was ready. “I can do it,” Ashley said. She actually did not mind bathing Danny or doing other basic care duties like changing him. That was part of her job as a nurse. What she was not a fan of was the minding and showing affection towards Danny. With that Danny was stripped of his onesie and wet diaper as the tub was filled. While the tub was filling Mama Angela took the opportunity to use the mouthguard to clean Danny’s teeth. After that Danny was placed in the tub and gently bathed by Ashley. Mama Angela watched from a distance and did not try to play with Danny in the tub. When done Ashley dried Danny off carefully before handing him off to Mama Angela. Mama Angela took Danny into his nursery where she laid him on the changing table and grabbed a diaper for him. Before diapering Danny, she decided to play with him a little and blew into his belly. Danny did not give her the reaction she hoped for however as he just laid there waiting for the inevitable diapering. She powdered his lower half before diapering Danny and bringing him back downstairs. Ashley was waiting for them downstairs. She was preparing Danny’s medicine. Mama Angela carried Danny downstairs and put him back into his highchair. She got a cup of ice cream that was small for amazons but a decent size for a little. “Open wide Danny,” Mama Angela said. “Here comes some yummy ice cream.” Danny willingly opened his mouth. He was starting to get tired and decided not to try and argue to feed himself. He had been allowed to try and feed himself earlier with the weird spoon and it did not go well, and he had a feeling if she let him try now the same thing would happen. He let Mama Angela play her airplane and train feeding games and just ate the ice cream. Mama Angela was playing her feeding games with Danny thinking about how great this day had been. She had gotten Danny to open up and trust her today. He had stopped fighting her so much on the little things. He had gone out in public shown self-control and behaved way better than she had expected. She and Ashley had their fight, but both came away knowing what the other was thinking and how to get passed it. She was hoping for more good days like this coming down the road but expected a few setbacks from both Danny and Ashley. She also had a plan of action she needed to do if she wanted to keep things going well. She needed Maddie to work with Danny. Maddie would help Danny deal with the trauma that caused by his old dimension and help him accepted here as his new home. She hoped Maddie would also be able to suggest a plan to improve Danny and Ashley relationship. She also wanted to ask work for a major favor to help her understand Danny. Mama Angela also knew that the biggest obstacle left for gaining Danny’s trust was the healing of his leg. She needed that to work before she could focus on the bigger issues that would follow. Mama Angela finished feeding Danny the ice cream. Ashley then gave Danny all three medicines she had prepared, the antibiotic, the pain medication, and the sedative. Mama Angela then started feeding Danny a bottle of her milk. As Danny suckled and drank the milk, she wondered how Danny would react if he knew what he was drinking. She wanted to nurse him herself. She wondered how long until Danny would accept his new life enough to nurse. She decided to wait until at least next week. With him not being able to eat solid food right now the idea of him refusing breast milk, one of the most nutritional foods for littles in this dimension just was too big a risk right now. Danny fell asleep while nursing the bottle. Mama Angela replaced it with his normal pacifier. Then she swaddled him and put him to bed. She kissed his head and said, “Good night, Danny. I know you might not believe it yet, but I love you.”

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In my experience top right then bottom right then bottom left and finally top left gives me the best fit and practically zero unintentional leaks.

@Elfy I wish you all the best: when someone has health issues, I guess you have a "sixth sense" to tell you when something "doesn't feel right". I've done that when I don't like the way I feel, or how something makes me feel - Heart related problems are something that you should NOT mess with, and I would follow all the recommendations of your doctors/medical professionals. In 2020, while online in the CHATROOM, I felt chest PAINS, and I called 911, and while waiting for the ambulance, I was talking to people online - I was diagnosed with Hyperventilation Syndrome, and they gave me 2 Nitros, but there was nothing serious wrong, but I DID NOT screw around with that. because I did not want to take chances. Good Luck Sir ***HUG*** Brian

Sticky it is

Both because I am incontinent.

Thanks to @PPBearfor donating $50!

those 200 dollar ones wont stop shit on a stick. ive seen videos where someone easily defeated a safe with a magnet. as for how i afforded my guns, i was in a better financial position at the time i bought them, except for my heritage .22, that was when rural king had a sale. black market guns come from everywhere, including south of the border, they are trafficked.

Mr. Martinez then went to the closet in the classroom, and pulled out three of these accordian-style dividers and set them in a corner at the front of the classroom, and then one by one, Barbara first, he directed the three little adult girl towards them, and while they hide behind the private-ed away area, he went to a dresser and a wardrobe that had been in the room all along, but until now, Shannon having no reason why they were there, he now pulled out a pair of panties from the dresser after checking on the girl's size behind the divider, and also getting her a juvenile jumper-skirt from the wardrobe after again, checking her size. Barbara being first behind the divider, there was no way to tell what her face was like, but Shannon knew her own turn was coming, and she knew exactly how she'd feel with the teacher even seeing, letting alone, Mr. Martinez had brought some very childish looking panties towards the divider and spent several minutes just at the edge so the rest of the class could see him, and he could turn and look at the class, but he was also working behind the divider, likely, helping Barbara get her wet things down and get her clean panties up on her, and then he did the same with the jumper-overall-style skirt, which was purple. Barbara came out of there, her face crimson, her hair falling over her face that was looking determinedly at her shoes, and her slow gate made it clear she would not be in the mood to make fun of anyone for a while. Then it was Lacey's turn. Shannon sat there, shaking, and though she knew there was no way she could undo what everyone already saw, for some reason, she was nervous about her legs being open and showing everyone she was wet, but it was also uncomfortable to push her legs together, the wet sticky pee being pushed against her legs and privates that way, so she moved her legs again and this way, it went back and forth, her face red and her body shaking as she felt like everyone was staring at her and judging her for peeing her pants. Lacey came back out in a jumper-overall-style skirt like Barbara before her, but hers was a deep forest green color, and now, the teacher was looking out from behind the closed off area, looking at the other wet little adult sitting by the wall. "Well, do you want to sit in wet pants all day?" he asked Shannon impatiently. "Come on, let's get your pants changed." The young adult was so embarrassed, and she was still uncomfortable about the class, they already knew she was wet, but showing them was even worse, so the little lady backed away from them, not turning to show her wet rear until she was right at the divider, and she darted behind it. "You peed your pants," Mr. Martinez needlessly reminded her. "And you did it while I was right there checking you. Did you think it would be funny to pee on my hand?" "No?" Shannon looked pale and horrified. "Then why didn't you finish at your seat, or at least before I checked you?" he asked her. "I was trying to hold it!" "Even though you were already damp?" he asked her. It seemed he had touched her wet panties just moments before she started to flood, but she wasn't sure. At first, she thought he had his hand under her as she peed her pants. It was a blur exactly what happened. She just knew she peed on his hand, and he seemed to take forever to get his hand out of the way. "You should be ashamed of yourself, making such a display in front of the whole class," Mr. Martinez still had not gone to get her any clothes yet, or made any move to drag down her panties or to even remove her soaked jeans the rest of the way from her legs. "At least the other kids had the decency to wet themselves in private at their seats, and not in front of the whole class." Shannon felt a tear come down her face. "Are you going to go all out and prove to the whole class that you are nothing but a four year old or worse?" he asked her as she sniffled and tears leaked down Shannon's face. Shannon shook her head. "Then wipe those tears and show me your tags so I can get you the right size clothes." She pulled her jeans all the way off so he could look in them, and then she pulled her panties out a bit so he could look at her size tag. Mr. Martinez frowned and turning as if to walk off, but before taking a step. "Get those panties off. They are wet. I'll be right back." Shannon shook as she put her hands on either side of her panties, but she couldn't push on them. Her inner struggling thoughts told her that she was a young woman, and she didn't even know this man. She should not be exposing herself to him, even if she did pee her pants. Mr. Martinez came over to her with panties that had an old cartoon character all over them, and some words that said: A Berry special Big girl. The cartoon h "I told you to get those panties off," he told her. "Do you want me to do it for you?" "No?" Shannon whimpered. "Do you want me to get the resource helpers to come in and hold you down or for me to spank you?" "No?" "Then get those panties down, now." Shaking, red faced, and tears still trickling down her face, Shannon started to pull her panties down. Mr. Martinez sighed as the girl seemed to take forever. She was such a mommy's girl or something! He forced her panties off of her, and then pulled up the clean panties on her, doing as he promised, and she could feel it, that he felt like she was fighting him. Maybe she was, but it wasn't defiance so much as it was just dignity. How could he expect a girl to pull down her pants let alone her panties in front of him? He then pulled her clean panties up on her, and then went back to get her a teal colored jumper-overalls style skirt, much like the other girls who had changed, and he put her in that himself rather than waste more time, and by the time he had finished dressing her, the next teacher came into the room. "I thought you'd have been done with that by now and sent the kids that had not needed a change to the bathroom." "Well, the kids were a little bit selfish," Mr. Martinez told Ms Harrison. "Then I guess the class can figure out what happens when their classmates make trouble for their teachers," she said taking her place at the front of the classroom. "Everyone line up at the door so we can go to technology class." "Wait," one of the students said raising a hand. "Aren't we going to get our ten minutes break?" The student who had asked was a wearing a purple button down blouse with the top two buttons undone. "What is your name?" Ms. Harrison asked her. "Mariela?" "Well, Mariela. If your classmates had been compliant and finished getting checked and changed in a timely manner, then you would have had time to go, but as it is, you'll just have to wait until lunch time." The girl looked down and took her place at the back of the class to go off to the computer and technology class.

I'm pretty shure my sister Jerika knows I have many alts man when she has something very important to talk to me she really calls me into the front ? by useing first middle and last name ?

Currently Johnathan <host> <Nathan babysitting Johnny> <John babysitting Nate> It is me Johnathan ? The alts teen alts are busy babysitting the little alts ?

Stuck at home recovering and I am in a tie dye megamax diaper with two boosters to make sure I can't wear pants ever again

None dares to touch the gun laws, so this will happen again. The weapon fanatics will turn this into "this is why we need to own guns". Countries with strict gun laws have no mass shootings... go figure.

I think the bigger moment for me was when I realized that I didn't really need to care what others thought about me being in diapers? I used to worry about horrible scenarios of strangers harassing me etc, but I realized I didn't care about what strangers thought. Seeing hateful icky folks on social media and learning to tune them out helped; e.g. learning they're generally a minority, loud, and not people I care to elicit opinions from. I did care a bit about what people who knew me would think, but I also realized that generally I tended to surround myself with folks whose opinion I respected...so if they had a concern it was likely to be out of genuine concern or curiosity, and not malice. Sure those icky folks can exist there too, but they usually didn't last there long so again not a concern.

Part 11 I explained to mum and dad how with his father leaving and the subsequent problems Denise endured the entire thing had a profound effect on George who now had a mental age of a toddler. “Oh my God, the poor boy,” mum empathised. “Poor woman,” dad added. “Yes,” I joined in, “people were not kind except for one person... Mrs Hardy, erm, Thompson, I mean, Denise’s estranged mother, without a second thought, took them in and helped her back from the brink.” I hoped I wasn’t being too melodramatic for my parents but from what Denise had said, she wasn’t far off doing something very drastic as she slipped down the hole she found herself in. She was in no position to stop that slide and was dragging her scared and confused son down with her. I saw it as my duty to defend Denise and all she’d endured since the flight from next door. There was so much more I wanted to say but thought it was really her decision just how much they were told. However, I did tell them, that I had a phone number if they wanted to discuss anything further with her but she wasn’t keen on making the journey back to the area where all her problems began. “Mmmm, that’s understandable,” agreed dad. After that there were a few moments of recollection before they began to tell me what a bad idea it was. + I was dreading the phone ringing so when it did I was really quite a bundle of nerves. I’d just got Georgie changed and nicely wrapped in his thick nightly padding when it went. I knew who it would be and wondered, after ten year and more, how I would be able to chat about something that for years I hadn’t had to confront. The Philips’, despite being our next door neighbours and Georgie and Mel being childhood best of friends, hadn’t been there to offer the support I’d needed when trouble broke. The general opinion was not very sympathetic towards me because of accusations that I must have known about my husband’s criminal intentions. I hadn’t but it hurt a lot that was how most people thought. I had no one definite to blame for such a slur but it was one that gained credence and was the start of my anguish. When I disappeared and we found our way to mums not once on my mobile or via email did any of my neighbours reach out. I was cut off completely. Thank God for mum otherwise I’d have been more swamped than I actually was. However, I now needed a favour and as I padded downstairs to answer the phone I picked up the receiver with some misgivings... but hoped that I’d maintain civility and get my hopes across without losing any of the control I thought I had. “Hello” Quite an inauspicious start to what I was sure would be the third degree. At that moment, something happened that had never happened before. Georgie had got up from his bed, waddled down the stairs and stood in the doorway to listen in. He’d never left his bed before and this was quite a moment. However, I saw he wanted to be involved so waved him over as I added some pleasantries as I began to speak with who was on the end of the phone. Georgie came and snuggled up against my bosom. I was breathing quite heavily, such was the anticipation and fear for where this conversation might end up but it was Melanie who spoke first and then put her parents on conference call so everyone could join in. Georgie’s presence had an immediate effect on me. He calmed me down as I hugged and patted hi soft thick padding. His slinky pink plastic pants, which he’d asked if he could continue to wear, together with his pink onesie made me go more maternal than I think I’d ever been before. This was silly really, I’d just put him in all this stuff and yet now, here beside me, the feelings I have to protect and love my damaged son meant I wouldn’t take any nonsense from my ex-neighbours... even if it did mean me losing Melanie. + Mrs Thompson, I mean Denise (I’ll have to get used to calling her that), answered all mum and dad’s questions. She even complimented them on producing such a wonderful daughter who was so attuned to a child’s needs. She was very open with them about why she’d booked me in the first place, hoping against hope that perhaps our past as best friends might just open a mental pathway that he recognised. She admitted that as yet sadly she saw no signs of this happening but realised it was purely wishful thinking on her part. As it was, I’d proved a better babysitter and a more efficient caregiver than anyone else. I listened in, trying not to interfere too much, or guide the conversation, but there have been times at their house, and especially in the conservatory with granny’s portrait looking down on me, when I’ve thought I knew and understood everything so well. Meanwhile, Denise was upfront about her current economical state and that she needed the job being offered because of the financial security it would give. Alas, in so doing, meant the flexibility would disappear and that’s where a more permanent caregiver was needed. She confessed that she’d happily offer me a full time job looking after Georgie if I was old enough and wanted to. However, if I could do it for the length of the school break, it would give her time to look for a different candidate. Unfortunately, she was under pressure herself and hoped that I might be able to accommodate her temporary request. I was impressed with how she dealt with all my parent’s queries and I could feel my determination growing that I wanted the job as nanny to Georgie. I began to think that even if they forbid me from doing so, I would still find a way of doing it. Throughout the conversation I thought my parents were trying to find fault, or catch her out, and I didn’t like that. In fact, the more Denise spoke and answered the question posed the more I felt protective of her. When I noticed mum pull a face, whilst actually agreeing verbally it annoyed me so much I actually called her out, much to my parent’s surprise. Dad said he didn’t really want his sixteen year old daughter travelling backwards and forwards every day - late nights and early mornings. Denise simply said that would be no problem as she had a spare room with my name on it if that made life easier for everyone and helped put their minds at ease. Dad was stumped for an argument against that idea. Mum then put forward the fact that it would interfere with my social life, my friends, my other babysitting obligations. “Well, of course I’d hate to interfere with any of that.” Denise answered. “But Melanie has said that she’s always thankful to have parents who respect their growing daughter’s opinion and decision making abilities. I’m also of that opinion. I’d love Melanie to be here for Georgie and me but she is a young lady who knows her own mind. If she says ‘No’ then ‘No’ it is and I would think no less of her because of the fantastic job she’s done so far and the help and encouragement she’s given my son.” With each word she spoke I was getting even more single-minded (if that was possible) that I would be spending my summer break being the perfect nanny. There was also another thing bubbling inside my head... it was a job I was meant to do. + God, that was difficult. I tried my best to sound positive and honest but I got the feeling that I’m still not trusted, even after all this time. However, because Georgie was cuddling with me all the way through the conversation, his gentle presence kept me calm. It was really quite amazing how just stroking his hair, or patting his thick padding, or running my hand over the silky texture of his plastic pants, relaxed me and made the ordeal that much more tolerable. My advice would be to all parents who have proper loving kids to keep them in nappies and plastic pants because they’ll reduce the anxiety levels instantly once you get to pet them. So much for my advice, Impractical I know but it certainly works for me. Meanwhile, back to the real world. I didn’t get a definitive answer but I knew, regrettably, that the debate in the Philips’ household was going to be fractious. However, I hoped I hadn’t made things impossible for Melanie and trusted that when she called me back (whenever that might be) that at least she’d still be able to do next Saturday. If I’d been a religious woman I might even have prayed that an angel would come to my rescue if Melanie couldn’t continue with her amazing relationship with Georgie. After the call, bless him, my son was dozing whilst still hugging tightly, so I suggested I take him back up to his bed. “Don’t worry mummy, she’ll be back with us soon.” His eyes were heavy with sleep but that was typical of him, even if he wasn’t sure what was going on, he was always so loving and supportive. I bet everyone wishes they had a son like mine. I got him back to his room and popped in his dummy, which he instantly began to suck and settled back down. For him this had been quite a late night but I was so glad I had him with me. I hate to think how things might have gone had I not had his soothing presence. “Nigh –nigh munny,” he was tired but tried to speak with his dummy in, “hanny il b wi us soom.” Such reassurance from him did lift me so as I kissed him night-night. I can never stop gazing at my boy. Snuggled down under his juvenile blanket, in his blue and pink onesie and thick padding, whilst sucking on his dummy, I filled up with as much love as anyone can have for their child and there was no one anywhere quite like Georgie. + After the call mum gave me an appraising look. “You’ve changed young lady... and I’m not sure if it’s for the best.” Nevertheless, I returned the damning look because I knew she had opinions without knowing the facts, and after ten years, that really bugged me. However, I also knew what she meant because in just a couple of weeks I’d gone from a nice meek and mild schoolgirl, who’d want to keep the peace at all costs, to someone with a mind of their own and who wouldn’t put up with any crap. Yet, having said that, I could (and do) go weak at the knees when thinking of Georgie. It’s having spent time in that environment. The house has been through a great deal and I’m sure before the stressed out ‘Hardy family’ arrived, there’d been a lot of love going on with her mother’s day care responsibilities. I suppose I picked up on that. I knew, from what Denise had said about her mother that the day care was a placed loved by all. Her mother loved looking after all the children, the kids themselves found a place of fun and happiness and their parents found a woman who could be relied upon to do the best she could for their offspring. Yes, Georgie’s granny was a force to be reckoned with and there was something in me that strived to be that good and accepting - strong and supportive. It might have been the way her portrait looked down across the conservatory but even I got the impression she was keeping an eye on all that went on. I also got the impression that she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her sweet baby grandson. I wanted to be that person who attained that much respect and love from one and all. Perhaps, if this all worked out, maybe we could open up the day care centre again and I could look after many children, but, I was getting ahead of myself. I had hoped Georgie might have good memories of the times we spent together as toddlers but somehow, that’s now all gone but his granny, the day care and the kids themselves gave him a new perspective. Not the one perhaps everyone expected but one with which he seems happy. I was seeing it as my duty to carry on that good work. + My parents continued to argue about it not being right and how they thought Georgie should be in some kind of institution where he could be looked after properly. I argued that he was being looked after properly and no institution, hospice or private hospital could offer him more care and attention than how his mother and gran had, and continued to care for him. They just couldn’t see it but eventually I wore them down with my argument, although it might have been my determination, and they agreed that I could spend my summer ‘nannying’ if I was sure that’s what I wanted to do. However, they stipulated two things; the first was that I find a course that would give me childminding status, and second, that if at any time I felt it was all getting too much I had to promise I’d give it up and not continue just because I felt sorry for Georgie. I was so pleased I’d got this much consent (in the way things were going I honestly thought they’d never agree) that I didn’t tell them that in no way did I feel sorry for Georgie. In fact, quite the opposite, I found him a beacon of unselfish love, thoughtfulness and there was no denying it... unbelievable cuteness. I know there would be many who agree with my parent’s assessment that he should be in an institution but that’s because they didn’t know him and had no idea what the boy had been through to get to where he was. To me, there are far too many people happy to consign others to the scrap heap if it means they don’t have to deal with a problem. Mainly though, Georgie wasn’t a problem, he was just a cute, if large, toddler who loved everyone and everything, who had a talent for art and who looked wonderfully happy in a nappy. I went and grabbed the portrait Georgie had done of me and had received many plaudits from everyone including mum and dad. At last I could reveal who this talented artist actually was... initially they didn’t believe me. I told them about my interaction with Mrs Langford-Court and her desire to have an exhibition. Though I didn’t add what Denise’s opinion of the woman was. They seemed impressed and I could see they were now unsure of the true nature of Georgie. It just made it all so clear to me, everyone and everything would be better off with more Georgie’s in the world. + The following morning when she called with the good news I was ecstatic. I was just giving Georgie his breakfast and planning on what he was going to wear for the day when the phone rang. I wasn’t expecting it to be Melanie, more likely work, so I wasn’t ready for such good news first thing. When she said that she could take the reins from the following Saturday after school broke up, she was “...available to be the nanny I wanted”. I asked if this was OK with her parents and she said they’d had a long and frank discussion but the end result was... she had permission. The two stipulations didn’t seem unfair and I thought how grown up of her to want to be registered as a childminder and not simply a babysitter. I was so grateful to her parents although didn’t know what she’d had to go through or agree to, to get this fantastic result. Both Georgie and I danced around the kitchen we were so happy. + She had to get off to school but promised to call me that evening and then we could finalise things better. She said she was so excited and couldn’t believe the way things had panned out and so quickly. I just hoped she hadn’t felt overwhelmed by everything and that she’d thought through her own needs and hopes. We talked for quite some time but wondered if being called a nanny was too much. When I thought about it ‘nanny’ was probably an unacceptable term but Melanie didn’t mind. The fact that I helped her find a course online that would of benefit with any future qualifications. I was pleased she took the job so seriously and the fact that she wondered if, at some time in the future, we might open up the house for childminding more than just Georgie, I liked her ambition. Very much like mother. When I’d finished chatting Georgie came and crawled up beside me. Even though he was almost as tall as me, it was always lovely when he did this and we snuggled together. He had his thick daytime nappy covered by the pale blue vinyl pants that had little puppies running all over them. His t-shirt also had a puppy on the front but he’d discarded the matching shorts. I patted his bottom and he cuddled in further, sucking his dummy and looking happy with the news. Although, when I think about it, he never seemed in any doubt she’d be coming to join us. In fact, he said that she’d be with us soon. We made plans to get the spare room ready, just in case she decided she would like to stay over. I quite liked the thought that I’d have another person to talk with. It all seemed to be panning out and I can’t tell you how pleased the company was that I was going to become full time after all. + I arrived Saturday morning armed with a small case full of clothes, my laptop and some books on childminding. Denise and Georgie greeted me at the door both appeared to be very excited. Georgie was dressed in the same Pokémon outfit he wore when I first saw him. He looked his usual gorgeous self and every bit of the cutie he was. His mother was very welcoming and showed me to ‘my’ room, should I decide to use it. I’d more or less decided it was a good idea to spend as much time as possible there so that wasn’t a problem. When I got downstairs Georgie came in for a cuddle. He’d done this so many times and yet it never failed to send a shiver of excitement up my spine. When he pulled away he took out his dummy and had the most dazzling smile. A few moments later he said “Granny” and tilted his head ever so slightly. “Nanny?” I gently corrected. He came back for more cuddling. “I love you granny.” “Hmmm???” +++++ The End

In defense of all of us over 60, I just have one thing to say.... You're a moron. And I hope you get your wish.

My first job was at a grocery store when I was 17 and I stayed there for a few years, when I was 19 they hired a new girl and she had long black hair, glasses and was only 5'3" and she wore yoga pants every time she worked and she would talk a lot about how she made a lot of money babysitting and how she loved the smell of a fresh pack of diapers and the way they felt. When I was 20 I was going to quit to become a cook as a career and one night about a week before I quit she was standing at the CSL podium because she was able to get a CSL position and I was the cart clerk that night and we were standing there and she starts talking about how she found a open pack of diapers in the baby aisle and that she liked the smell of them, me not knowing what to say just said ok and let her continue, well she asked if I could keep a secret and I said yes, she leaned over the podium and pulled up the back of the baby diaper she was wearing and said that she wanted to try one on and felt amazing, now at this point in my life I had already became a DL and had Rearz Incontrol Diapers at home in a secret spot to hide from my parents, she did compare them to regular underwear but padded and complained that she wished they made bigger diapers, I told her that they did but she said she didn't want the cheap depends in the healthcare aisle and since I was known to be that guy who knows a lot of random stuff I told her to look online for other kinds and she did. I didn't know how she turned out with that until a 5 days ago when I was getting gas and she pulled up behind me, we talked and she said she wanted to show me somthing, she lifted up her skirt and she was wearing a Little Pawz diaper and said that she now wears them nearly all the time and thanked me for telling her to look online she also asked if I was seeing anybody I told her yes and who and turns out my girlfriend and her know each other so we set up a time and met at my girlfriends apartment and she brought a box of her diapers expecting to show us and teach us what she was into and we played along until she wet her diaper so my girlfriend grabbed her by the arm and took her into her bedroom and had her lay down on the bed, she asked if we knew what we were doing and we showed her that we were both in diapers after we changed her we talked, drank wine, wet our diapers and fell asleep and the next morning she left, my girlfriend was excited to know she was a DL too.

Chapter Seven “Aunt Jennifer I swear…” He starts to say, but she holds up her hand, shutting him up. “Didn’t I tell you the rules when you first started to live here?” She asks, taking a step forward. “Yes, but I mean…I was just having fun…I’m an adult you know!” He spits out, feeling the confidence bubble up inside of him, but he knows as soon as he said it, it was a bad decision. “Oh, you’re an adult now? That means you can do whatever you want without any consequences?” She asks of him. “No! I mean…yes! I’m thankful that you let me live here…but I shouldn’t have to be treated as a…as a…” He fishes around for the right word. “A what?” she asks as she takes another step forward. “A baby!” “Oh, so you’re not a baby then.” She is now touching his cheek with her fingers, a smile upon her face. “Very well, we shall see. Go to bed right now. If you keep your bed dry, then I will let you do whatever you want. However, if you do have an accident…., you must do whatever I want.” “That’s not…” Jack takes a deep breath. “Fine. Deal.” “Good. No going to the bathroom before bed, though.” She gives him a sly smile. “That’s not fair,” Jack grumbles. “An adult can hold it even if they had a lot to drink.” Aunt Jennifer shrugs her shoulder. “Fine! I’ll do it then!” He says as he marches to his room and slams the door. He takes a deep breath, trying to push away the feeling of his bladder. If he concentrates hard enough, he won’t wet the bed. He knows that he will be able to do this. He has done it before. He went through most of his life without any accidents in the first place. He gets dressed for bed and climbs underneath the covers; it isn’t long before he is out like a light. -- The following morning he wakes up, and he knows he is in trouble. He doesn’t have to move much to feel the wetness beneath him. He curses to himself and falls back onto his bed, wanting to cry out in both humiliation and frustration. What is Aunt Jennifer going to do to him now? He bites his lip as he hears her in the distance. He whimpers as she flings open the door. “Now will you listen to what I say?” She asks, there is no need to check his bed, for his room smells of urine. “You don’t know better. It’s quite clear to me that you are doing this because you enjoy the attention you get…you enjoy wearing diapers…you really got excited by the thought of suckling on my tit. What kind of man does that? Especially the time you wear pink diapers. I have some fun plans in store for you…that is if you want too….” “What plans?” Jack asks. “You can continue to live here, rent-free – go to school, get a part-time job, save up money – on the outside world you’ll be a normal college student. BUT. Once you walk through those doors your under my command and must do everything I say. You behave and listen – I’ll give you a generous reward, but you misbehave, and you’ll have to face the consequences.” Jack stares at her, trying to figure out what she means. What does she want from him? “Just tell me….what exactly you want from me? Is it just you want me in diapers or…” Jack pauses when he realizes that Aunt Jennifer is holding something in her hand…it looks like a big fluffy pink dress. No. “This is what I want from you.” Aunt Jennifer smiles, “I think you’ll make a cute diaper girl, don’t you think?” “What, but I! I’m a boy!” Jack complains. “Boys aren’t hairless!” Aunt Jennifer gives him a wink as he remembers that she shaved almost every hair off only a few days off. “If you agree…I’ll give you a reward right now.” “I don’t know…” Jack says. “I don’t think…” “I know you’ve had a crush on me,” Aunt Jennifer says, “I’ll admit…you’ve always intrigued me. I know that you enjoy this. I bet if I check you’ll be hard right now…you’re always hard when you’re around me…when I diaper you when I change you when you saw me naked…come on, be my sweet little girl and I’ll make your dreams come true.” “But what if I don’t like it?” “I won’t do anything you truly don’t enjoy,” Aunt Jennifer tells him, “so long as if you give it a shot. But, based on everything I’ve witnessed and know from you – I think it won’t be long before you’ll both accept and love this new you.” “I…I…” Jack stammers, not sure what to think. His head slightly hurts from drinking the previous night. Should he say yes? If it was to wear diapers, he could handle that; he has to admit they did feel soft….but a dress? How humiliating was that?! But…why did the thought turn him on so much? He curses at himself, not wanting Aunt Jennifer to know that she was partly right. “Fine.” He gives a defeated sigh. Aunt Jennifer leans over and pats him on the head. “What a good little boy…or should I say, girl.” She giggles as she helps him pull off his shirt and put on the dress. It was satin, a light pink that fluffed out at the bottom with white lace. She also places a pink clip in his hair to go along with it, as well as another big pink diaper between his legs. He felt foolish as Aunt Jennifer stands before him, looking him over. “Perfect! And from now on, you shall be known as Jessica.” “Jessica?” “Yes, it’s cute, but now you have been a good little girl and listened to Auntie Jennifer. I’ll give you a nice reward.” She sits down on the bed, pulling down her top, revealing her breast. “Come sit on my lap, and I’ll feed you.” “R-really?” He asks as he stands there and watches her. She nods her head and pats her lap once more. He walks over to her and gently hops onto her lap, she holds him close as she brings him closer to her breast. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he licks his lips - wondering if this was really happening. He soon wraps his mouth around her nipple and begins to suckle as she brings him as close as she could to him She then places her hand upon his diaper bottom and begins to rub and pat, causing him to wiggle slightly. “That’s right, fill up that tummy!” Aunt Jennifer giggles as she continues to rub and pat at his diaper crotch; he knows that she can feel his dick beneath it. He moans as he continues to suckle on her nipples. It feels amazing. He can’t explain it. The way she is holding her close to her body, her nipple in his mouth, her soft pats on his diapered bottom – even the dress and the hairpin – is driving him crazy. “I knew someone would enjoy this.” Aunt Jennifer whispers as she grabs hold of his dick through the diaper and begins to rub it, causing him to let out a long moan. “Such a dirty little girl,” Aunt Jennifer continues, “I knew all along…if you just listen to what I say then you would be enjoying more stuff like this.” He nods his head as he suckles, but it’s getting harder to focus as he knows he is about to cum in his diaper. “I think a naughty little girl is going to fill up her diaper soon.” Aunt Jennifer giggles as she continues to rub at his penis through the diaper, it feels so good, he can’t control himself, and it isn’t long before he feels himself release in the diaper. He breathes hard, catching his breath. He can’t remember a time he came like that before. He looks up at his aunt, who is beaming down at him. “Good job,” she says as she leans down and kisses his forehead, “I knew you could do that. There will be lots of happy endings if you do everything I say.” He blushes wondering what more can come with this. He hops down from her lap, even more, embarrassed now that he came in a diaper while wearing a dress and suckling from her nipple. Aunt Jennifer holds out her hand for him. “Come on; I want to see where you’ll be sleeping from now on.” His face turns bright pink as he looks around. Is he going to be sleeping in her room now? “But I thought…” She shook her head. “This was just a temporary placement for you. But this room is way too big for such an itty bitty baby girl.” What had he gotten himself into?

Here is the next chapter! :) Chapter Six Jack awakes to the sound of a bird chirping loudly outside his room. The light is bright from the sun, and he rolls over, trying to close his eyes once again, but it is too late. He sighs as he sits up and lets out a giant yawn and stretch. He shifts his weight as he reaches down to feel the thick pink diaper that was in-between his legs. He frowns when he feels the warmth from his touch – he wet in his sleep again. What is going on? He wonders if subconsciously he was doing it on purpose? But why…the last thing he wants is to make Aunt Jennifer feel as if he needs to wear diapers…right? A few moments later, he hears a knock on the door. He gulps as he pulls the blanket on top of him, staying quiet, hoping that she will think he is asleep and walk away. His luck isn’t that good, and Jack hears the door open, and Aunt Jennifer walks in. She is wearing jean shorts and a blue tank-top; he notices that she isn’t wearing a bra either. “Good morning, Jack.” She says as she closes the door behind her. “Good morning, Aunt Jennifer.” He says in a small voice, hoping that she leaves soon and doesn’t try to inspect his diaper. “How did you sleep last night?” “I slept well enough,” he says as he tries to hold himself together, “what about you?” “I slept alright, had a weird dream though.” “Oh yeah?” “Yes….” She gives him an odd look but doesn’t elaborate on what her dream was about. She then walks over to his bedside, tracing her fingers along with her blanket. “Time for breakfast, eh?” Jack lets out stifled laughter. “Oh yes, but first I need to check the state of your diaper.” Aunt Jennifer replies as she pulls back his blanket to reveal his pink diaper. His cheeks turn as bright as the diaper is. She leans forward and places a hand on his diaper before he could move; she clicks her tongue together a few times and shakes her head. She looks up at Jack and smiles. “It seems like I was right to diaper you.” “That’s not…I mean!” He tries to find words to protest with, but he knows that it doesn’t matter. He did wet his diaper after all. He feels himself sink lower, but also flinch slightly at the feeling of her hand against his diaper. “I’m going to change you before we eat breakfast.” “What?!” He screams out, before covering his mouth, his cheeks are on fire now. She stares at him, her hand still on his diaper. “I said I’m going to change you. I need to make sure that you clean up properly; otherwise, you might get a rash.” “I don’t think that…” She gives him a stern look, and he remembers the conversation from the previous night. “I mean, yes, ma’am.” “That is a good boy,” she replies, before patting his diaper, “although would a boy really wear a pink diaper?” “You put it on me!” He protests, not fully understanding what she is trying to imply. She leaves the room for a moment, returning with a box of wipes. “Spread your legs so I can get in-between you, it will make things easier.” He obeys, unable to face her as she positions herself right between him, reaching over and pulling at the tabs of the diaper and bringing it down – revealing his wet diaper – and his hard dick. “My, my, what is this?” For a moment, he believes she is talking about his obvious hard-on, which she has witnessed several times before. “It looks like someone had another type of ‘accident’ in his diaper…” It was at that moment he remembers the previous night…and what he did in his diaper. He looks at her who is wearing a devilish grin upon her face. He feels himself shrink, and he wishes he could run away from this moment. “Was it because you saw me naked yesterday?” She laughs as she pokes his penis. “I’m guessing you liked what you saw. Can’t say I don’t blame you.” With that, she reaches over and starts to wipe him down, which makes him feel even more embarrassed and little. How much more of this can he take? “You’ve been so good lately.” She says, “I feel like I should reward you.” “Oh?” He turns his head to look at her. What could she mean by that? It was then she pulls down her shirt, revealing her sizeable perky breast, dangling not that far from him. “I asked if you were thirsty before…” Did she want him to suckle on her nipple? He licks his lips as he watches her bring down her breast closer to him, but as soon as he was about to reach for it – she pulls away and lifts her top. “Perhaps another day.” She gives him a wink before she gets up. “Get dressed; time to get ready for the day.” She then leaves the room; he closes his eyes, his heart racing a million miles a minute. Nothing unusual happens for the rest of the day – in fact, Aunt Jennifer plays it off as if nothing happened between them that morning. It was then he remembers the previous text he got from his friend for a party, it started at six, and it was a quarter till then now. “Aunt Jennifer?” “Yes?” She hums as she looks up from the couch. “My friend invited me to a party at…am I allowed to go.” “Of course, you may. No need to ask me permission…however, do remember your curfew.” He sighs, wishing he could somehow escape it, but decides it is best not to worry about it at the moment. “Yes, very well.” “Have a good time then, and be careful. Don’t do anything reckless.” “I won’t.” He says as he makes his way to his bedroom to get ready. He messages his friend to come to pick him up, and it only takes about five minutes before he is outside his door. “Bye, Aunt Jennifer!” He calls as he leaves the house and hops into his buddy’s truck. “So you’re staying with your hot aunt?” His friend, Isaac says as they start to drive to where the party is at. “Yeah, I am. Just until I get on my feet.” Jack says. “Lucky you,” Isaac with a laugh, “have you done anything yet?” “No! I mean, she is my aunt.” “No, she is not,” Isaac says, “not biologically. Dude, what is your problem?” “I don’t have one,” Jack mumbles, feeling slightly embarrassed as he thinks back of what happened that morning. He doesn’t’ tell Isaac about that though. They arrive at the house in a few minutes and get out of the car; Jack welcomes this as he stumbles inside, grabbing a beer as he socializes with people he knew in high school that is attending the same university as him. It is hard for him to grasp that he is no longer in high school, and in a few short days, he will be going to his first class for the semester. But, also the thought of at home he is forced to wear diapers and be treated little by his aunt. What is he going to do about that? He tries to push the thought from his mind and have a great time with his friends. He drinks a lot, takes a couple of shots, they play a game of pool, a bit of dancing – soon time slips away from him. “Wow, it’s close to midnight.” He hears someone calls as he stumbles to find a bathroom. He stops dead in his track. “What did you say?” “I said it’s almost midnight.” “Oh shit.” He fumbles around to find Isaac, who was sitting on the couch between two pretty females. “Isaac, you have to take me home, my aunt is going to flip.” “You’re an adult, mate. What is she going to do?” He didn’t even want to begin to imagine what she could do. “Come on now.” “No way, I’m having a good time.” Jack groans as he heads out the door, thankful that the walk wasn’t that long – but he was already late. Would she care? Are her threats empty? Will, she even remember, or will she let him go off the hook? It takes him a bit longer to get home, as he drank quite a bit and is feeling drunk. He makes his way to the door and unlocks it with his key, trying to be quiet, but it is difficult as he drops the key and mumbles a few cuss words in his mouth before he can open it. When he does, he sees his Aunt Jennifer standing there, her arms crossed. “You’re late.” She says, her voice filled with anger and Jack knows that he is in big trouble now.  

I'm happy everyone is enjoying the story! Here is the next chapter! Chapter Five Jack spends the next few hours organizing his room, watching TV, and getting a bit of homework done before the upcoming school week (which is only a few days away). Every once in a while, he leans down and touches his legs; the smoothness always causing him to blush. He couldn’t help but remember Aunt Jennifer so close to him, touching him – it excites him. What was wrong with him? She was a much older woman, his parent’s friend, and he grew up calling her ‘Aunt.’! He sighs as he pushes himself away from his computer desk, taking a deep breath. He needs to get a hold of himself and stop having these kinds of thoughts. Jack looks at his phone; it is 4:00 PM, about an hour or so away from when he would eat dinner with Aunt Jennifer. It was then when he notices a text from one of his high school buddies that was attending the same university as him. Hey bro, there is a party tomorrow night. You in? Jack pauses as he stares at the text. It has been a while since he’s been able to hang out with any of his friends, and it would be fun. He remembers the rule Aunt Jennifer has set for him, but he shakes his head, knowing that he could probably talk her into letting him stay out later. Of course, what time and where? He shoves the phone in his pocket as he heads out of his room, wondering what his Aunt was up too. He hears the TV on in the living room and makes his way over, spotting his Aunt sitting on the couch with some mystery TV show on. “Hey, Aunt Jennifer.” He says, a bit embarrassed to be around her. “Hey, darling,” she replies as she turns her head to look at him, giving him a broad smile and patting the seat next to her, “come sit and watch TV for a minute. I have some chicken cooking; dinner should be ready pretty soon.” “Okay,” he says as he sits down next to her, wiggling a bit, noticing how close he was to her. She is wearing a short skirt, and since she was sitting down, it caused it to rise a little bit; he knew that if she was to move too much, he could probably spot her underwear. He gulps as he tries to focus on the TV, but he couldn’t help but glance at her every once in a while – and whenever he does – her eyes are staring back at him. “You getting hungry?” She asks, and he nods his head. “Yeah, that chicken is starting to smell good.” “I guess I should go check to see if it’s ready.” Aunt Jennifer gets up from her seat and heads over to the kitchen. Jack stays where he is and watches her. He takes a few deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down before he also walks into the kitchen. “Do you need any help?” “That’s so sweet of you,” she says as she leans over and pinches his cheek slightly, causing him to blush, “if you would like, you could cook the veggies. There should be some in the freezer.” “Okay.” He mumbles as he goes over to the freezer and pulls it open, pulling out a packet of frozen veggies and placing it in the microwave. “Hey – Aunt Jennifer…” “Hmm?” She doesn’t turn to look at him; she is busy preparing the mash potatoes. “Why do you live alone?” At this question, she pauses and looks up at him, giving him almost a sad smile. “Guess I just never found that perfect someone. It’s okay though; I’m used to being alone – but hey! Now I have you.” He blushes at that statement as he turns away from her, silence soon spreading over them. He can’t help but wonder why she did let him stay here with her…was this her plan all along? What else did she have in mind for him? -- Once the two of them finished eating, Aunt Jennifer comments that she is going to take a shower and that he needs to do the dishes. Once she finishes with her shower she is going to make sure he is adequately protected for the night. He doesn’t argue with her and waits until she is out of the room before he starts pulling the plates from the table and into the sink. About twenty minutes later, once the dishes were done, he walks over to Aunt Jennifer’s room, knocking on the door. There is no answer. He knocks again, but still no answer. He opens the door, believing that she might still be in the bathroom – however, instead he finds his Aunt standing there only wearing a pair of dark blue panties, drying her hair. “Yes?” She asks, casually, as if he didn’t just catch her standing there naked. His eyes are glued to her large perky breasts. “I’m-sorry. I thought…I mean…” He knows he should turn away, that this is wrong, but he can’t help it. He is stuck in a trance. “What’s the matter? Are you hungry?” She playfully asks as she touches one of her breasts. “No. I’m. Sorry!” He calls out as he quickly shuts the door and rushes to his room, closing the door behind him. His face was probably as red as it possibly could be at that moment; he also could feel his dick getting hard at the look of Aunt Jennifer – she is incredibly sexy. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. “It’s almost time for bed, sweetie. I need to make sure that a diaper is nice and snug on you.” He steps back away from the door, letting her open and come in. She is wearing a black nighty – it was a bit revealing, and he could see her panties and bra on beneath it. Is she trying to seduce him? Or is she just teasing him? He honestly didn’t know. He nods his head as he gets on the bed, lying down. He knew she was going to notice his erection, but he also knows if he rejects her diapering him – she was probably going to give him another spanking...or maybe something worse! He didn’t want to think about it. He figures it was best to just comply with her and plan on how to get out of diapers without causing any trouble. She pulls off his shorts and boxers, before she shows him the diaper that she was going to put on him – it was bright pink. “I think it is more fitting, don’t you agree?” She asks with a sly smile. His cheeks burn and he wants to say no, but instead, he nods his head and lets her put the pink diaper between his legs. He feels her gently touch his dick, causing it to jerk a bit with her touch. He bites his lip as she puts some baby powder on him, taping up the diaper, so it was nice and snug, before giving it a few pats. “Much better, I’ll check on you in the morning. Goodnight.” She replies with a wink as she stands up. “Good night, Aunt Jennifer.” He mumbles as he watches as she closes the door behind her. All he could do was picture her standing there naked before him, her long wet hair falling her back, her large breasts and pink nipples, her curves, her ass, her lips…it was too much for him to take. The more he thought about it, the more he began to ache. As he was lying there, he was unable to handle it anymore. He slides his hands down his diaper and begins to touch himself. He groans after a few moments, knowing that the diaper is stopping himself. Suddenly a thought appears in his mind, and he pulls his hand out of the diaper and instead presses his fingers against the diaper and his hard dick. He lets out a small moan and bites his lip; the feeling wasn’t as he had expected. He bites his lip as he goes faster, the bonus of wearing a diaper – a pink one none the less – drove him up the wall. He can’t remember a time he was turned on like this before. He continued to pick up the pace, his breathing getting heavy, he closes his eyes, knowing he is about to cum any second. He imagines himself on her lap, suckling on her breast – her words “are you hungry?” repeating over and over in his mind. It doesn’t take long before he orgasms, cumming in his diaper. His cheeks are red, thinking about in the morning when she comes to check on him – what will she think if he wakes up with a wet diaper, and will she know that he came in it? Will she understand why? Soon he feels his body start to relax, closing his eyes, he is soon fast asleep.