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Scene #176 I’m a lake girl. Don’t get me wrong - the ocean is great. But my heart belongs to freshwater (and Mary). Bear Lake isn’t Lake Michigan, but it’s big enough you can’t see the far shore, and the beach is wide and sandy. Mary gave me carte blanche to book any vacation rental I wanted, and I chose a house across the street from the beach (we’re not beachfront-rich … or any other kind of rich, which is such a bummer. Haven’t I earned it?). We got there Saturday afternoon, had some trouble getting the key lockbox to work, had an early dinner while some person from the rental agency went and pried they heccin thing open, and settled in. We could rent a condo. It’s just the two of us, and vacation rentals are always huge and meant to sleep 14, but the thing with condos is those shared walls and the shenanigans Mary and I get up to and the neighbors … The last time we rented a condo, we were, um, asked to not come back to that building. Not all of that noise was me, btw. O, to be in our twenties again (wistful sigh). So we had a house, two stories with a porch on both levels and something like nine beds. Mary suggested we make use of each one, and I blushed because I’m very easily embarrassed by these things. I’m innocent and … stuff. Really. The only downside to staying in a house, or a condo, and not a resort is there isn’t a restaurant right there. We’re also not private-chef rich, which would solve that problem very well, and neither were we think-far-enough-ahead-to-order-groceries-online smart that week, which meant we had to go to the grocery store Sunday morning. In a vacation community of Saturday-to-Saturday rentals, do you know what the grocery stores are like Sunday mornings? Bedlam! Chaos! Crazytown USA! Woodstock ‘99! So unpleasant that even Mary the Pious was okay missing zoom church so we could go early. And I was out of bed even before Mary. Showered, dressed, a fully functioning person ready to be seen in public. I’m like an celestial body: visible at that hour only once every seven or so years. “Mary,” I called out over the shower she was taking, “I’m gonna go walk to the beach. Text me when you’re out of the shower.” So that I could be back by the time she was dressed and ready to leave. And you know what Mary said? If you’re patient, I’ll tell you. “Okay.” That’s what she said. I like the way sand feels first thing in the morning. Cool and damp. It’s like the beach hasn’t woken up yet. The breeze was gentle, and the water was calm, small waves lapping quietly onto the shore. Seabirds. A few early risers walking or jogging and one guy fishing. I am not an early riser, but I like to think I blended in with them, for I am a shadowy super spy who can camouflage herself amongst the unsuspecting and expecting alike. Very smooth, totally suave, always on guard, ready for anything, in complete control of all events. Really. SMACK! “What the ….” SMACK SWAT. “What are you …” SPANK!! “I told you not to go far,” said some crazy lady who said no such heccin thing to me. Me! A sane person who did not! Go! Far! Caprice! Impulsiveness! Pervsity both notorious and public! Public! As in a public beach with people on it! That crazy lady grabbed me by my elbow and spank marched me most of the way to the boardwalk! Which goes to the beach! The public beach! Which is in public! And had people on it! It’s a good thing I’m cool as a cucumber in a yeti or else I’d have probably sputtered, “What but hey what crazy you mean random nulrson! Big bully!” “I already told you the rules apply on vacation, and it’s not safe for a girl like you to wander away. You know better, and you disobeyed me anyway. What happens when you disobey?” “Marrrryyy!” SPANK!! “Ow!” “You earn a spanking. Just wait til I get you back to the house and over my knee. You’ll think you were sitting bare bottom on hot sand by the time Mrs. Hairbrush gets through with your butt.” “Who the heck is Mrs. Hairbrush?!?” I was caught off guard, okay? There was confusion and lots of noises, most of them from me, plenty from Mary. I still think I was the more coherent of the two of us. Really. For one thing, I wasn’t living in a whole other reality where she told me not to go anywhere. Hmmph! “But I didn’t do anything,” I whined in a very righteous, very non-whiny way as we approached the front door. In fact, it was more of a righteous bellow. Eloquent, actually. Really. For I am the embodiment of eloquencioscity. “Back talk is a very bad idea right now, little girl.” And then we were inside the house, and Mary spun me around and pushed me against the wall right next to the door and … stuck her tongue in my mouth and went to second base. For the official record, which I keep and so everything I say is the official version which history will preserve (though some things I rather not preserve), I didn’t for a moment think she was at all serious. I wasn’t caught by surprise. I didn’t sputter nonsense. I didn’t whine or plead. I didn’t for a moment think Mary was really going to spank me. Not counting all those spanks I got on the beach and one or two or twelve up the boardwalk and across the street and one really hard one on the porch. Those don’t count because reasons (and you’re not allowed to know them). “Mar mmm. Mary mmm. Mary! Give a girl some air!” And then she backed off and just smiled at me. A big, derpy smile because Mary, and never me, is derpy. We’ll see who’s derpy smiling when I’m through with her! “What the (jackhammer jackhammering) on the beach and (tornado tornading) in front of (asteroid hitting the earth and not a moment too soon)! People saw, Mary! Nerple fruunehopper and yousudipperningen standing there with your derpy smile and feeling me up like some kind of aqwersive mooglesnoofer! Hmmph! … And get that derpy smile off you face!” “Or what? What will my little girl do I don’t get this smile off my face?” A wolffish, aggressive, derpy smile now. “I’ll … I’ll fuss! I’ll fuss so … heccin … hard that you’ll wish I … That I didn’t fuss so heccin hard.” Dammit. “Aww, is my little girl fussy?” “Marryyy! People saw!” “Only three, and they weren’t very close.” “It was more than three!” “Only three saw, Daffy. I was discreet on our way back to the boardwalk. Just little underhand spanks to keep my little girl marching.” “Underhanded thunderspanks,” I grumbled. That’s when I noticed what she had in her pocket. I’m usually very good about noticing things, especially things happening to my butt cuz a spanko like me has a sixth sense I like to call butt sense which isn’t very clever but means exactly what it says, but I was sensing so many sensory experiences that I guess I just didn’t notice she was spanking me with the hairbrush paddle. That sorta aggression will not stand. “You came looking for me with a paddle!?! That people could see?!?” “Once upon a time, women would waltz right into the neighborhood hairbrush in hand to discipline their little girls and boys no matter who saw. I’m very traditional,” she fibbed. There is nothing traditional about our lifestyle. For examples, read everything I’ve ever written in this diary that you shouldn’t even be reading because it’s private and stuff. “Mary!” I was gonna say something else, really tell her off, but that was all I could think of … at first. And then I thought some stuff I didn’t wanna say. Alas, Mary is a good noticer. I mean, I’m better and nothing escapes my attention, but she’s Al pet as good. She notices things like, o, say, my eyes flitting up and to the right as if I’m thinking about something, and my lips turning into a tight little smile while I smile about something. And Mary, being my soulmate, knew what that something was. Dammit … “Aww, what’s the matter now? You thinking about how I came looking for you paddle in hand to scold you and spank your bottom in front of whoever was there?” I hate it when she’s right about this kinda stuff. She took a step forward into my personal space - so called because it’s directly around my person - and put her thigh between, um, things of mine and, uh, moved it in, um, a way that involved movement. “Are you thinking about those people who heard me say you were gonna get a bare bottom spanking over my knee for wandering away like a naughty little girl? This knee right here,” she said and emphasized it with a … gesture of said knee. “Hhhh!” That’s a word. I wasn’t just making involuntary sounds like some person responding to certain emotions and sensations. I have so much more self control than that. Really. “They probably think that’s what you’re getting right now, my paddle across your naughty little bottom. Do you think they’re picturing it? Your shorts around your ankles? Your little feet kicking furiously? You arching your back and trying so hard not to cry? When they picture it, do you think they picture a true redhead, or smooth as a baby down there? I bet they picture you crying and whimpering, begging for your spanking to be over. Do you think they went home and told their friends and family about the little girl they saw spanked right on the beach? Do you think any of them are gay and have new ideas ideas about how to handle their own willful little girls?” “Mmmary.” “If you cum in your undies, little girl, you’ll be in diapers until tomorrow morning.” Like I’ve ever done that or let me her put me in diapers before. Puh-lease. Um, really … and stuff. “It was - uhhh - still - mmm - wr-wrong to - hhh! do.” “That’s why I did it so early when fewer people would see. But some still saw, didn’t they? They know you’re a little girl who still gets spankings. They’re probably picturing your red bottom oN display, all the modesty spanked out of you, as you sit in my lap and cry into my shoulder. Imagine what they’ll say when they see your red bottom peeking out around your bathing suit this week ‘That’s the girl, the one I told you about. She must be such a handful. Good thing she has that tall brunette to teach her right from wrong. … Your knees are wobbling. Why are they doing that?” I can hold it. Don’t let her win. “Mar-Mary. Mary. Groceries. Gotta go, no crowd. Pl-please?” She relented, and she’s not one to relent (unless I ask, cuz she likes me and respects me and stuff). “Can I feel your underoos?” What? Heccin now she asks permission? “But no touching me.” Cuz one touch and … Did I win? If no one has an orgasm, did anyone win? And how come Mary never cums in her panties just from teasing and touching? Not like I don’t try! And it’s not cuz I’m little and she’s not! So shut up! Hmmph! “Daffy,” my ocean mistress said with her hand in my shorts, “did you wet your pants?” “No,” I said quietly cuz I’m not a loud person, not because I was feeling smol and submissive. Me? A submissive? Um, never. Really. “But your undies are all wet.” “Yeah.” I mean, the woman wasn’t wrong. “O well,” she said like we just had to get over it and move on cuz wet panties just happen to girls like me, which they don’t … except for sometimes … but not the way we meant (pretended to mean?) … so I’m clearly right … about something but forget what it is. “We’re already running late, Daffy Dewdrop. You’ll just have to go to the store in wet underpants again.” “Okay.” Wait, ‘again’? Bullplop! I should’ve said so. I had so many words to say that they all got stuck trying to come out. Really. Mary didn’t render me barely verbal. She has no such power over me. “And Daphne, you’d better be on your best behavior at the store. The paddle is in my purse. I’d hate to have to take you to the girl’s room for one of our discussions.” “Eep.” “And I will be spanking you on the beach this week.” “Where?” “On your bottom, silly goose.” “No, where?” “We’ll find somewhere private. Now, come along, my little angel. We need to get you some pull-ups if you’re gonna get your undies all wet like that, and you need some swim diapers before you can get in the water.” “Not funny.” “Am I laughing?” “Mary.” “Daffy.” “Please no?” “Yes please.” “Are you gonna be mean to me all week?” “Only in the very nicest ways.” Well, that’s a relief. Sort of. We’ll see.

Well you all did it! Here's your reward! ? Chapter 6: Preschool Chic ACROSS FROM THE doorway we entered, I saw three walls with three, four, and three setups of lofted beds above desks. The beds looked weird, though! There was an almost organic curve to the ends by the head and footboard areas, with a ladder coming up one end to an open swinging door. Through the middle of it was a curved half-circle made of transparent Plexi-like material running the length of about eighty percent of the bed, which I guessed let you quickly check on the occupants. The odd thing was that the sides all went up at least five, maybe five-and-a-half feet, above the mattresses. ‘It’s a lofted crib with an exit ladder!’ I thought to myself incredulously. Below the bed was a desk set up that looked short enough for my new smaller frame. Some bookshelves, electrical outlets, and a chair that looked like an ordinary desk chair back home completed the furnishings. The desk and bed were made out of a wood that reminded me of a light maple. I noticed that our names were already printed in a cutesy font in a frame at the end of our beds. Each featured a hand-painted picture of a fox kit. I noted that mine was in a corner on the wall to the right of our entry door. I turned and saw that Liam and Noah were speechless. “Umm… That’s a weird bed…?” Noah finally said. I turned and ignored him, noting the changing table that took a place of ‘honor’ along the wall, adjacent to the door through which we had entered. Another door went to our left and was marked with a sign that said ‘Potty Time is the Best Time!’ “I know you’re all itching to explore, but why don’t you go ahead and get your bags over by your study pod? That’s what we call your bed and desk. When you’re done with that, get a uniform on from in your box. We’ll hang the rest of your stuff up later after lunch.” Makenzie suggested. “Sure,” I told her and made my way to my ‘pod.’ The box had been made to open with a string pull, so I didn’t need a knife or scissors. Opening it up, I found two dressy sweater vests embroidered on the chest with the Emerson crest, six pairs of what almost looked like dress slacks, five white dress shirts, and five… white dress shirts with onesie tails on them?!? I blushed at the sight of those! I looked through the box to see a couple of ties and two glossy pairs of black dress shoes. I took a closer look at the pants and saw that they only loosely resembled dress pants. The waistbands were elastic to make them easy to pull up and down. I also noted that snaps were going along the inseams up the crotch to enable easy changing access. ‘I think Mom told me her dress slacks had those too… part of why she never wore them!’ Surprised not to see any protection, I walked over to where Mackenzie was watching over us . She had a rocking chair that she was sitting in, alternating looking between us and her phone. “Umm… Miss Brown?” “Yes, Connor?” “After our presentation with Dean Northrup, I think I would like to play things safe here?” “How do you mean…?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. “Umm… protection?” “You think you should wear Pull-Ups to be safe?” She cooed, loud enough that Liam and Noah heard it. “You’ve to be kidding, Connor!?! You’re really going to go along with that gay shit?” Noah spat. Makenzie quickly but gently pushed me to the side as she stood up and went to chase after Noah. He stood his ground. “What? You going to report me to the Dean?” I watched her shake her head, “Nope, I can take care of this myself.” I was impressed by how quickly she picked him up, ripped his pants down, and sat back down in the rocking chair. Equally impressive was the speed and strength of her hand as it landed on his butt! “We,” she spanked. “Do!” Spank! “Not!” Smack! “Ever!” Smack! “Make!” Smack! “Fun!” Smack! “Of!” Smack! “Others!” Smack! I grimaced, even as I felt like he had it coming to him. Things only got worse for him, though. “Oh my God! Aren’t you supposed to be a potty-trained adult?!?!” She smacked him six more times, punctuating every word with another smack, “You do not pee on me!” By then, the fight had long left Noah, and he was a blubbering mess of tears as I could see his butt was fiery red in color! She stood up with him and walked straight to the changing table. “I definitely don’t trust you out of protection. You’ve earned yourself three days of diapers since you can’t hold your pee like a big boy. If you’re good, maybe, I’ll let you wear Pull-Ups next week on your first day of classes!” I watched as he struggled a bit more once she laid him on the table, but two additional smacks stopped that. A chest strap and another on his arms and shoulders were added as well, holding him down. “Which one…?” she mused, looking at what I now realized was a veritable store of diaper choices. “I think this one will do,” she said with a giggle. I couldn’t see what she held, but I noticed a lot of pink on the shelf that I thought I saw her pull it from. A moment later, he was standing on his own two feet in a weird wobbly position, wearing just the diaper she’d put him in. Noah looked like he was still in pain from the spanking he had gotten, but I was sure the redness of his face had far more to do with the pink diaper he wore. It looked like it had lots of hearts, stars, and the words ‘love’ and ‘cutie’ splayed over it. He made a threatening gaze at me, but quickly looked away when I raised my eyebrows. “Now that you have your proper protection on Noers, why don’t you go see if your uniform pants will fit over them…? If not, we’ll have to have you go in just your diapee since we won’t have time to get you some new pants for that diaper butt yet. He looked visibly struck then, and I watched him hobble back over to his desk. She left for a minute, and I found myself basically frozen in shock at what happened to Noah. It didn’t take her long to swiftly return in a new pair of slacks. As soon as she walked back she turned her attention back to me, and I felt my stomach tumble. “Come here, little guy, let’s see if we have any Pull-Ups small enough for you. I’m a little worried about your size.” I grimaced but walked over to her. She started pawing through packages in some cupboards and came away with one a moment later. “This is the smallest Pull-Up they stock for us…?” She handed it to me, and I blushed at the blue-colored garment. It had cartoon pictures on it as I unfolded it, but I could see that it probably wouldn’t fit. “Umm…” “Let’s try it on really quick… if it doesn’t work, we’ll have to go with diapees if you want to be safe.” She whispered, “And you’re a smart little boy for doing this without me suggesting it!” I started to walk for the bathroom but instead found myself flying through the air in her arms until she put me down on the same changing table Noah had just occupied. Before I could possibly complain, she had my shoes untied, pants down, and underwear discarded next to me. The underwear I’d worn to the dimension was pulled down, and I had just enough wherewithal to go “Wait…” but the deed was done, and my lower body was exposed for the world to see. Liam was just coming back in from the bathroom with a poorly aligned tie when he took in the scene of first me on the changing table, and then Noah trying in vain to pull a pair of pants over the massive diaper. As Mackenzie said, “Step in,” to me, my attention was brought back to myself. I saw the leg holes of the Pull-Up opened, and I followed directions as she pulled it up my body. But, unfortunately, it just kept going above my groin and instead to nearly my armpits! “Hmm… Definitely too big,” Mackenzie told me. I looked at her in the face, and she seemed disappointed in that. “Do they make any smaller ones…? I can’t be the smallest Little out there…?” She shrugged, “You’re not… I’ve heard stories of one crazy Little from years back that was barely over three feet tall. The problem is that most of those who are that small here don’t use training pants.” “Oh,” I said. She spoke softly to me, “You seem to be understanding things here faster than your friends?” I sighed, “My mom went to school here?” She gave me a puzzled look, “She moved over to your dimension afterward?” I shook my head, “No, she came over here for school. She… depending on what stories you’ve heard about that tiny Little, it might have actually been about her?” Right then, her watch dinged, and she looked at it. Then, with a sigh, she said, “You and I are having a private conversation later. I want to know more?” I nodded. “In the meantime, you’re being smart and asking about protection. It’ll keep you out of trouble. Unfortunately, I don’t have any Pull-Ups in your size, but I do have some diapers?” “Please tell me they’re not pink?” I nodded towards Noah, who somehow had now shoehorned himself into a pair of pants. She giggled, “No, it’ll be a regular baby diaper. They were left over from a student last semester – he was about your size.” I just shrugged, “I can get myself out of them?” “Should be able to?” “Go ahead…” I told her. She gently pushed me down onto my back and, without any warning, pulled the poor-fitting Pull-Up off of my legs. Mackenzie left me naked there for a moment while she dug into a cubby and brought back a diaper that looked identical to any modern baby diaper in our dimension. It even featured some cartoon characters that looked familiar to me. While she hurried through the process, I couldn’t help but feel mortified as she lifted my legs into the air to set the diaper underneath me. Then, she squirted some lotion on her hands and proceeded to rub it into my intimate areas. I did my best to not react in any way, but I was ticklish, and it was really difficult to sit still! While I knew diaper changes might not go quickly in the future, I guessed I was taped into the infantile garment in less than a minute. She sat me down on the floor and said, “Go get your uniform on now; I’ll put a few extras of these in your backpack.” I gathered my uniform pieces without further prompting, started pulling on the pants and the dress shirt, and tucked everything in. You could see the slight bulge of a diaper, but not like Noah, who was having trouble even toddling around right then. “Liam, can you come here for a moment?” I heard Mackenzie ask. I was about to disappear to the bathroom to go tie the tie but quickly figured out it was a clip-on. ‘Well… if you think someone is a baby, I guess a real tie would be too much,’ I admitted. I pulled the vest on and took a brush to the bathroom to brush my hair nicely again. In the mirror, I saw that the clip-on tie definitely looked like it wasn’t real, but with the vest on, I knew I at least was better off than the girls’ summer dress option! Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew at least my diaper could be mostly hidden out of sight in this outfit, even if the snaps going up the crotch of the pants gave away that it was likely that I needed them! I took just a couple of moments to brush my shoulder-length hair down and pull it into the low ponytail Mama insisted I keep. She’d never been a fan of me having long hair, but Mom had always told her to drop it since she had her own long hair in high school. “You about done, Connor?” I heard from the main room, “We need to go get your ID pictures taken!” I sighed and said, “Coming,” as I walked out and dropped the brush in my backpack. I took just a quick moment to place three spare diapers inside and hook the straps on my shoulders. The other guys looked every bit as upscale preschool chic as I felt, but neither grabbed a bag. “Okay, let’s get going, my little kits!” she told us. I noticed a rope with little plastic rings, for us to hang onto, hanging by the door, and was surprised she didn’t make us use that! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks everyone for the Likes yesterday! I really appreciate those and the comments as I do post these up for Free! (It's kind of like putting something in the tip jar for your authoress here!) Please keep both the comments and the Likes up to let me know what you think! I'm traveling a lot the next few weeks, and at times may have limited privacy/internet. I'll be able to check this site in the evenings most likely this week. Friday I'll post the next chapter, and then I'll be gone again for a couple weeks. Those weeks my internet will probably be hit or miss, I may or may not be able to stick with the Friday posting. You might get an early or late posting that next couple weeks while I'm gone.

Chapter 32: Nuclear Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess I couldn’t control my emotions. I couldn’t control my magic. I couldn’t control anything as my body glowed brightly and a swirling vortex surrounded me as I stood in the ruins of Basinwall. “MOVE! OUT OF THE WAY!” I heard Rose in the distance. Our little group of friends stood a fair distance from me. Not that that distance would mean much... if this amount of magic went off, I’m not even sure the city nearby would be safe. Rose pushed her way through the group, before stopping and looking at me. “NOELLE!” She screamed, pushing forward straight towards me. “NO! STOP!” I screamed back. She stopped just at the edge of the vortex, blocked by the mix of wind, magic and dirt swirling around me. “BABY! IT’S OKAY!” “IT’S NOT! LOOK AROUND YOU! THIS IS WHAT IS LEFT OF BASINWALL!” Tears streamed down my face. “I know babygirl... we’ve lost a lot of people. First your parents, then Jinx, then Mrs Timpson and the rest of the village... and then me. But Jinx came back, as did I. And the others will never be forgotten. They will live on inside our hearts for the rest of our lives. I know it’s hard, babygirl, but you’re not alone through this. You have me.” Rose said in her maternal, soothing voice. I couldn’t tell if she was using her affinity on me, but even if she was... it wasn’t working. “But... but...” Thoughts swirled around my mind. The chaotic magic inside pulsed through my veins. Rose must have sensed her opportunity, because she rolled up her sleeves and raised her hands up to the vortex. “NO! YOU’LL DIE!” “Like that ever stopped me babygirl...” She grinned before taking the first step forward, her hands piercing the outside of the vortex. First her hands, then her face, then the rest of her body until she was fully immersed within the vortex. But as she took one heavy step after another, I noticed the deterioration on her skin. The buffeting winds and magic were scraping her hands and face, slowly stripping her apart. “NO! DON’T! JUST GO!” I screamed, my tears rolling down my cheeks before being sucked away into the vortex. “Not a chance, baby. Mummy is here...” She edged closer and closer, until she was almost within reaching distance. I couldn’t move, the magic kept me in place, and I couldn’t stop the emotions from running wild... but I could raise my arm. So I reached out, in the hope that she would be able to grab it before it’s too late. Inch by inch, Rose got closer and closer, stretching her arm out to grab mine. She stretched as much as she could, but it wasn’t enough as she brushed her fingers over mine. One more heavy step and she tried again, this time grabbing my hand and pulling herself in close. “Hey baby... it’s going to be okay...” Wrapping her arms around me, Rose rested my head in her neck and gently shushed me. “It’s going to be okay babygirl, Mummy is here. I won’t let anything bad happen.” “Buh...” “What would Mrs Timpson say if she saw you like this?” I cried into her shoulder. “She... she’d tell me it was okay to cry... but... not to let it control me.” “So... are you?” “I... I don’t want to, Mummy. Buh... I can’t control it!” “Shhh. It’s okay sweetpea. Mummy is here to help.” She said, stroking my hair. I looked up to see her wind-damaged face smiling down at me as the vortex continued around us. “I... I’m sorry... I fuck everything up...” “Baby, no big words from you, okay? You’re too little for things like that...” She said as she rested my head back on her shoulder. “S... sowwy...” “That’s better. Now... I understand how you’re feeling. I’m feeling a lot of these emotions too. It hurts like hell to be back here. I’ve been dreading it this entire time. But think about our friends. And not just the ones stood over there. But the ones we lost. It’s okay to be sad about them, but don’t let that sadness take over you, okay poppet?” “H... how?” “You cry, and you cry and cry and then you cry some more. Whenever you feel sad. Don’t bottle it up like I know you have been doing.” “I could... could say the same about you.” I grinned at her, tears still streaming down my face. “I know. We both need to be a bit more vocal about our emotions. We’ve both been through a lot. And we both kind of bottle it up. But no more, okay?” “O... okay.” “Okay what?” “O... okay... Mummy...” “That’s better. Now... how are you feeling.” I pointed to the vortex, which still appeared as strong as ever. “Oh that isn’t going anyway anytime soon, babygirl. But how’s the control?” “I... can move a bit...” “Well that’s a good start! How about we start off small, making sure to not let it get any worse, and then we can fix it all. How does that sound?” “I... I’d like dat.” “There’s my baby... here, I think you need this.” She reached inside her robe and pulled out... a dummy? ‘Really? This isn’t the time... I’m about to take half of the country down with me and you’re trying to give me this...’ My thoughts were interrupted as she popped the dummy in my mouth. ‘...I mean... I guess... it’s nice... kinda... maybe...’ My heart started to slow. The chaotic fury within started to subside. The vortex slowly transformed into a purple, shimmering bubble that engulfed the both of us. “That’s better. There’s my babygirl. Now... do you remember what Mummy taught you about your affinity?” “Uh... I dunno.” I said from behind my dummy. “Your emotions make certain spells stronger or weaker. Remember?” I nodded. “Well... in your state, all that emotional magic was amplified by your grief, rage and anger, right?” She tucked my hair behind my ear. “U... uh huh...?” “Well do you remember one of the basic principles of magic? You can’t just release all that untamed magic out into the world, it’d be super duper bad. But if we transformed it into a different element of magic...” “Y... you made me feel ickle so that...” “Good girl! You got it!” It all made sense now. Even if she had made me feel better... all this magic had to go somewhere. I couldn’t absorb it; it’d be too much for me. It’d be like trying to fit a tent back into the bag without taking it apart first. No, once all this magic was out, amplified by my affinity... it had to go somewhere. And with my current mental state... it would be catastrophically destructive. But if she got me feeling little... my conjuration magic is amplified when I am little. So in turn, all this destructive magic would be converted into raw magic, ready to conjure something. Something big. “Now sweetpea...” Rose kissed my forehead. “I love you. I always have and I always will. And there is nothing we can’t get through together. And no matter what, you’ll always be my little babygirl. Got that?” She tapped my dummy and smiled, making me blush. All that raw, unbridled emotion inside was gone... I could now conjure something... But what...? “I think you know what you need to create...” Rose said, smiling at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers. I got all excited, as if I was given a new toy to play with. Like those little plastic building blocks on Earth Prime that I love. Thoughts of a huge fortress made out of those blocks popped into mind, but I knew I had to be slightly sensible with this. So I focused on what made me feel the most little, what made me feel the happiest. Home. Pulling away from Rose, the bubble gently pushing her outside of it, I concentrated. Rose ran back over to the others. “You can do this baby...” She winked at me as she ran. The squirmy feeling in my tummy confirmed what she told me. I can do this. Fuck the council, fuck the Zadri. Fuck everyone who wants to ruin our lives. This... this is OUR home, and no one will ever take that away from us again! Focusing all my thoughts into the magic swirling around me, I knelt down into a ball, preparing myself for the finale... I sprung up, the magic around me releasing and exploding across the valley. And in a flash, the barren wasteland that was once the village of Basinwall... looked as vibrant and colourful as it used to. “What the fu...” I heard Paige say before her surroundings suddenly changed. Gone was the dirt and ash... now replaced with a, might I say... perfect recreation of Basinwall. From the one singular road leading into the village, to the fountain in the centre. From... Mrs Timpson’s house, to the tiny little toy shop. The pond, the playground, the houses... everything was back to how it was. And as I looked at Rose, she smiled and nodded her head towards the hill. The hill where our old house now stood once again. “Wait... holy shit!” Alex said. “So this is magic... wow!” Paige commented. “This normally wouldn’t have been possible. It’s only because of her grief, her anger and her sadness that she was able to not only amplify her magic, but also convert it into something much more creative.” Rose commented. “We may be powerful, but it would take a lot of magic to do something like this.” “But even so, she must be really talented.” Alex replied. “Oh she is.” Rose smiled at me as I fell to my knees in exhaustion. My magic had stabilised, returning to normal levels. My emotions were under control. I sighed a breath of relief before falling back onto the grass, sucking my dummy. Rose strolled over, before sitting down next to me, placing her hand on my tummy. “You okay, babygirl?” She asked. I took out my dummy to reply to her. “Uh huh. Just... a bit exhausted.” I laughed. “I bet! You spent a lot of magic then. How’s your magic now?” “Back to the old, normal levels.” “Good.” “But... your face...” I said, pointing at her damaged skin. One wave of her hand and she was back to normal. God I missed magic. “There we go, as good as new. Now... you take it easy, okay babygirl?” Rose ordered. “Yes Mummy...” I stuck my tongue out at her, giggling. “Don’t think just because you can conjure an entire village out of nowhere... that I won’t throw you over my knee and spank you...” I squeaked a bit as my face turned red, before flopping into her arms to try and hide the blushing. “You worried us for a second there, kiddo.” Morgan said as she wandered over, closely followed by the rest of our friends. “Noelle... jeez... stop making us look bad!” Stella joked, pointing at the surrounding village. “Yeah... but it’s empty...” I said sombrely. “It won’t always be. New people will come live here eventually. For now, it’s a place for us to call home, as well as a base of operations for our mission in this dimension.” Rose reassured me. She was so good at this. All her variations were. “I’ve got a new spell I’ve been dying to try, but not had the opportunity due to the lack of magic. But for now... the council won’t think to find us here, after a year of being away. So let’s go back home, get a cup of tea, and rest for a bit, okay?” I nodded, along with the rest of our group. Climbing to my feet, I held Rose’s hand as we walked back up the path... home. “So who is this Jinx person you mentioned earlier?” Faith asked. We were all sat around our old kitchen, like we used to, albeit with a lot more friends now. Our cosy little rustic kitchen, with the old tiles and the wooden bay window. The tile under the fridge even had the crack in it like it did before the town got obliterated. I couldn’t believe my spell had even thought about little details like that. Liv and Charlie shared the bay window seat, snuggled up together, grasping cups of hot chocolate. Paige and Alex were sat at the kitchen table, next to each other, drinking tea. Morgan was leaning against the wall, sipping her coffee, whilst Faith sat at her feet, sipping milk. And Rose and I... well Rose had insisted I not be allowed to ‘grow up’ for a little bit, after everything that had gone on. So I was currently sat next to her at the kitchen table. But whilst she was sat on one of the dining chairs, I was sat in my highchair, sipping from a sippy cup. ‘At least it’s not a bottle...’ I thought to myself. Lily, Ashe, Stella, Al and Willow had all gone off to see if their houses still stood on the other side of the hill, the ones we conjured towards the end of all the events of last year. “Jinx? Wait... did you not meet him?” Rose replied. Everyone shook their heads. “Of course you didn’t...” Rose sighed. Waving her hand, a tiny little portal appeared above the kitchen table, much to everyone’s surprise. And out of it... jumped a black cat. “KITTY!” Faith cried out, squealing and clapping. “Meet Jinx. Jinx... where were you?” Rose asked him. “Meow!” He replied. “I know you get nervous around new people, but I told you, they’re just versions of me. You know this!” “Meow!” “That’s no excuse. Anyway, look... we’re home.” “Meow.” “Nothing will ever please you... go on then. You better introduce yourself to Faith before she explodes from excitement. “M...Meow...” Jinx reluctantly walked across the table, jumped off, and climbed into Faith’s lap. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU HAD A CAT!?” Faith squealed. “He’s a big ‘fraidy cat!” I teased Jinx, getting a sneer from him in return. I loved that only Rose and I could understand him. 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Hey DD, 9 Months & 9 Days 24/7! Still alive and padded as ever, here to give a little update for everyone. It's been a very busy month for me in both personal and professional life, and I'm finally getting some free time to relax during this long weekend to write an update for everyone. I feel over the last 9 months, my progression from completely continent during the day (started off already wetting the bed for those who have not read prior months) to where I am now has been a very slow and repetitive one, with most days just being the same ole same ole. It's kind of sneaky, where you're just so used to doing something, that you forget you're really doing it. And if you're like me having gone down the padded path, you've gone from internally questioning, did I just give myself permission to go because don't remember letting go.. To now really having stopped being so self aware and just going with the flow. hah. Wetting Changes in the last 30 days are to a point where I'm on autopilot, and just going when I need to go. I don't think about it, more just body feels need, I'm either already letting go or it takes a half a second or so to just let go if I'm even paying attention. On a very rare occasion when I stand up I'll feel the need to pee and already be walking away while letting go. Other times, i'll be doing something and feel the need to pee but for the life of me cannot let go, and have to really concentrate on doing something below only to let out barely anything. Confused Bladder? I have no idea, but it does happen sometimes. ---- For Messing, I've experienced a few things this month unlike earlier months and my very first bout of genuine messing. My very first uncontrolled messing was an early morning, I had been sitting down at my desk working from home and got up to get myself a soda water from the fridge. I opened the fridge door and bent over to the bottom shelf to grab a drink, at the same time I felt myself pushing down below, something I wasn't aware I was doing and let out a very very small mess. It wasn't very much, and the cleanup was pretty quick to deal with. Later I had another mess but more like I knew it was coming and just let it happen as I'm normally used to. Later in the month I had left home and started driving towards downtown when one of the worst most urgent feelings of needing to go RIGHT NOW hit me very hard. I found myself driving, having semi stood up in my seat and pushing at the same time to let go. I felt like my body had betrayed me, when It would of been much more easier to have this happen at home. I was able to stop at a grocery store and change in a private bathroom. This was more than a little embarrassing, but hopefully none the wiser. My bigger complaint was being late to where I needed to be originally. Finally, yesterday morning I woken up as normal, soaked & sleepy, groggily waking up for an early morning of work. Immediately as soon as I stood up, the my internally messy urge alarm hit, I had a very intense cramp, and I found myself not even moving a few inches from my bed to letting go and starting the morning with a shower. Throughout the month it's been pretty much like other months outside of those events, where I feel the need and just relax and let go. I definitely feel like the internal alarm system which used to warn me well in advance is now broken and instead just letting me know right when I need to go. ---------- Mentally I'm still pretty happy and positive with how life has been, and moving towards, though I'm definitely ready for a vacation from work. I feel like I've been pulled in too many directions and just need some time to rest and relax. Looking forward to a break even if it's just a staycation at this point. With the 24/7 thing, what was something major when I had first started really has just become the norm, and I don't really have the constant desire or repetitive musings my little mind used to have. I'm definitely happy, but the messing stuff has made me a little timid. I guess if I'm being truthful I didn't know what to expect when I first started 9 months ago, but now that the internal alarm clock feels broken it has me a little weary of when and where it will fail me again. I've been incredibly lucky that in these 9 months nothing majorly embarrassing has happened but what about the future? Where will it go from here? What other changes will happen that I'm not expecting? I guess it's just a little timidness about the unknown. ---- Anyway I thank you for reading, if anyone has questions please let me know Hope you all have great a wonderful month ahead, and that your lives are blessed ones. - Beccathelittle

Chapter 9 "Day Four," reiterated Miriam, "is when things get real. This is the day that mental fortitude is needed. The babies experience internal conflict, they're bored of being treated as babies and experience a sense of rejection, a desire to return to their adult lives." "We don't worry about that," she said, "they're still committed to the process, force themselves through their own uncertainty. We just need to support them in this, give them subtle encouragement." Julie thought back to how that day had started. She had slept well, albeit with what was becoming a customary break in the early hours, the evening's drinks forcing her awake as her body demanded relief. Helping change the others had assured her that this was something they had all endured, Jane and Ellie no drier than she was, a lovely confirmation of Miriam's reassurance just before they'd changed for the night. Alice and Daphne had taken the other two through to the changing room, the excuse a poor joke that Julie and Sandy wouldn't be able to help get them ready for bed, as they were a little tied up right now. After they'd left Miriam had walked over to Sandy and freed her hands, telling her, "See if you can remove that pacifier," before glancing across to Julie and adding, "You can both stand when you're ready too." As both girls released themselves Miriam had continued speaking. "Alice will be telling the girls that they did well tonight, but that you're still their colleagues, and we expect them to treat you with respect," she informed them, "You've both done well too. I know this has been a very difficult evening for you but you've participated in good spirit and it's helped the whole group gain some valuable experience that I can assure you will be needed in the weeks ahead. "Take a moment to stretch your legs and then I'll take you through and we'll get you ready for bed. The other two will already be in their cribs; we want to remind them they're not adults yet." True to her word, the next time Sandy and Julie saw their colleagues they were already closed in their cribs, locked in the same footed sleepers as the previous nights, no pretence of control possible. That message of equality was repeated the next morning. They were being dressed for the day, thick grey cable knit tights covering their diapers, a short corduroy skirt and a knitted cardigan, fuzzy wool in a bright colour, each girl's different, covering the inevitable diaper shirt. As they stood and admired each other Alice spoke to them all, "Remember, last night was a one-off. You're all back on even terms now, and don't expect us to play favourites." Julie welcomed the repeated message, reassured by it, but then caught Ellie looking at her, a quick smile making it clear that where the two of them were concerned any equality was at best tenuous. She quickly looked away, unwilling to find out for sure. After breakfast they'd expected more lectures so it was a surprise when Alice had handed them over to Daphne. She'd taken them to a new part of the house, stone floors and dirty windows, and invited them to try on Wellington boots. Julie found a pair that almost matched her jumper, a royal blue in rubber reaching almost to her knees. "You've been stuck indoors for days," explained Daphne, "so this morning you get a break from the training. This estate has some lovely grounds so we'll all go out for a walk, and if you promise to behave we wont make you wear reins." "Reins?" asked Julie in confusion. Ellie turned to face her wearing a wide wicked grin as she held up some straps that Julie realised were part of a chest harness, something you'd use to control an unruly toddler and stop it wandering off. Julie went pale, worried she'd be put in the device, unsure she could resist if Ellie insisted. "No Ellie," said Daphne, "I think Julie's going to behave for us today." Julie nodded in agreement and promised, "Yes. Please, don't make me wear that." Ellie cocked an eye at her, causing Julie to change tone and beg directly to her, "Please?" With a gentle smile Ellie turned and put down the strapping, then perked her head up and moved into a side room Julie hadn't explored. She returned pushing an oversized stroller, clearly able to seat an adult but following a classic stroller design, restraining bar, five point harness and a hood. She tilted her head and looked at Julie quizzically, an invitation Julie didn't want to accept. Daphne laughed but also chastised Ellie. "Stop teasing the poor girl," she said, "or maybe we should put you in there?" Ellie sniffed contemptuously at the idea, making sure not to look at Daphne as she did so, avoiding the personal challenge. She wheeled the chair back into the side room and rejoined the group looking unashamed with her antics, finding Julie arm in arm with Sandy as they left the house through a large door. They crunched their way down a gravel path, wellies unnecessary in the warm autumn day, the ground dry and weak sunlight filtering through the canopies of trees lining their way. Julie hadn't seen much of the grounds as she'd arrived, the main drive passing through short cut pastures, the odd tree sheltering sheep and cattle as they grazed, uncaring of the passing taxi that had dropped her at the door. Now they were at the rear of the house and she found herself enchanted by the extensive gardens, their formal design supported with obvious care, neat borders and pruned hedges interspersed with stone statues and small decorative ponds. "Oh, this is lovely," said Jane, "come here Ellie, look at these flowers." They left the main group, admiring a crocus bed, large dahlias flowering behind, a symphony of colour. Alice had joined them and stood speaking with Daphne, watching the two girls, content to let them wander. This left Julie and Sandy in relative peace, and Sandy took the opportunity to share some misgivings. "Oh Julie," she said, "I'm worried." Julie looked at her in concern, took a hand and walked through the garden with her. "Are you OK?" she asked, cursing the stupidity of the question even as she spoke. Sandy didn't seem to notice. "I don't think this is right," said Sandy, "I mean, the whole process." Julie tried to reassure her, as she had the day before. "We had this chat yesterday," she reminded Sandy, "I agree, it's really weird. But it's only for a week." "No," said Sandy, "That's what I mean. I don't think it's going to end. Last night, they.. I.." She stopped walking, turned and faced Julie and took her other hand. "I don't think we'll be allowed to become adults again," she said fearfully. Julie laughed, caught herself, forced an expression of sympathy and understanding. "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh," she said, "it's just that.." She thought quickly, admitting to herself that at times the previous night she'd been a bit unsure herself. This wasn't the time to share that with Sandy. "We're back on an equal footing with the other two," she said, "Miriam told us last night and Alice said it again this morning." Sandy nodded, but still looked unconvinced. "But.. they turn adults into babies," she said, "and we're making it easy for them." "This wont help," said Julie, intending it to help, "but you're being paranoid." She offered some evidence, "They can't just kidnap us, turn us into babies, sell us to some rich foreigner. People would notice, your family would miss you." "I haven't got a family," said Sandy, "but I guess they don't know that." Julie was shocked, and pulled Sandy close, giving her a hug, "Oh Sandy, I'm sorry." she said, "but you do have friends." She decided to concentrate on Sandy's immediate concern. "Daphne's quite new, she must have been through this process." Julie had forgotten to ask when she had the chance but made a mental note to follow up with her. "Anyway," she continued, "they wouldn't tell babies so much about the business. Think about all the things they've shared with us, none of that makes sense unless we're going to work with them. This is just a week long induction, and we'll have to go to work in a boring business suit next week." Sandy drew clear of the embrace and looked at her friend. "You're right," she said, "I'm just being silly." She brightened up a bit, letting Julie's reassurance clear her concerns, wanting to believe what she'd just heard. "Anyway," she said, then in her more normal loud happy voice, "It's such a gorgeous day!" She skipped away from Julie, leaving the formal garden and heading up a grass slope behind. Julie laughed, saw the others also chuckling at the now happy girl. In a way, she thought, it was almost a shame. Sandy did seem to be very good at being a toddler. As a group they left the garden, following the merrily skipping girl. As she reached the crest of the hillock Sandy turned, her face filled with delight, the sun behind her lighting her red hair aflame. She opened her mouth to tell them something but was interrupted by a surprised Jane, "Oh! You look beautiful!" Sandy's words didn't reach her lips but her mouth stayed wide as a deep blush on her cheeks tried to match the glow of her hair. She recovered and deflected the praise, "Oh. No," she said sadly, "I have freckles." She brightened a little, "But thank you. And come and look!" Ellie and Julie shared a quick look. Sandy must be a late bloomer, entirely unaware how she could now outshine other women, command the attention of every man in the room with just a simple smile. Clearly they'd have to take her out after the induction was over, find some male company with which to demonstrate this. For the moment Ellie and Julie walked up to join Sandy and saw the source of her excitement. In front of them stretched a reed lined pond, fed by a stream at one end, overflowing a small dam at the other. Geese and ducks were already swimming over to greet them, a cacophony of excited honks and quacks, expectations apparent. "Oh, if only we had some bread," said Julie then turned at a tap on her shoulder. Alice stood there, her big smile at Julie's words explained as she invited Julie to look into the bag she held. "We do have bread!" exclaimed Julie, taking two slices from the bag and, breaking them into small pieces, throwing them to the eager birds. All six women stood there for a while, happily feeding the birds, an ageless activity they could all enjoy. Half an hour later they had found a stone gazebo, the main house looking small in the distance and, on the other side, a view over a valley, green grass and yellow trees, a muddy river by a grey road winding into the distance. Alice and Daphne made excuses, left the girls there. "We'll trust you not to wander and get lost," said Alice, "and please come back in time for lunch." The other three had sat on the grass, enjoying the warm sunshine but Julie sat on a bench in the small structure, a chance to think through things. She was glad she'd been able to reassure Sandy, but also looked forward to the induction week reaching its end. It wasn't even whether she was enjoying it, Julie just knew she didn't want to use her diaper, was already starting to feel uncomfortable but holding back, keen to avoid walking back to the house needing a change. Despite that she felt strangely embarrassed by her reluctance, worried that she wasn't conforming to the spirit of the induction, embracing the chance to learn how the adults her new employer turned into babies really felt. It didn't occur to Julie to discuss this with the others, find out that they had similar feelings of guilt and uncertainty. Instead it was only hearing Miriam's words the next day that finally helped her realise that she'd been experiencing precisely the feelings and fears that the company's babies would. However, at the time her mind had turned to other matters. Julie recalled how Ellie made her feel, the loving care, decided she needed to learn from that, understand how to give the babies she looked after that same comfort. She allowed herself the luxury of thinking about that, what she could change, what she should look out for; even if she couldn't match Ellie's instinctive response she could look to mimic it, still play that motherly role. Eventually Julie joined the others, idle chatter and lazily bathing in the warmth of the sun. With no way to tell the time Julie wasn't sure how long they'd been sat there but after a while it seemed time to head back and get some lunch. "Can we head back?" she asked, "it's lunchtime." Ellie and Jane shared an amused glance, confusing Julie. "Yes, we can," said Jane, "Come on Sandy, lets go and get you fed." Sandy said nothing in reply to that, but as she shot daggers at Jane she nonetheless stood and brushed leaves off her clothes, ready for the walk back to the main house. That walk took only a few minutes, a more direct route than their meander to the viewpoint, and they arrived back early for lunch, Alice thanking them for not being late. She gave all four girls a quick diaper check, found they were all dry and clean, and frowned at them without comment. Julie found herself blushing in response, then blushing deeper, embarrassed at being ashamed for not wetting herself. After eating they were met by Miriam, who gave them a stern warning. "You did so well yesterday," she said, "but you're holding back today." "We have a treatment that assures incontinence in our babies, avoids this problem," she told them, "be glad we don't want incontinent staff members." Miriam then looked at Julie, who shrank back a little at the attention. "Julie. You're clenching," she said, brow furrowed, her expression that of a teacher sharing an uncomfortable truth. Demeaning as Julie found that, she couldn't deny that Miriam was right. She hadn't even realised her body was enforcing the years of toilet training, straining to avoid what just three days before had been unthinkable. Miriam looked around the room and spoke again, "I'm going to take you all to the dormitory, you can enjoy a nice post-lunch nap and when we come to collect you I expect to need to change four diapers." The modesty screens were back up in the dormitory, a visible reminder of their last daytime sojourn there and, in turn, what they had done at that time. This time though Miriam did ask the girls to climb into their cribs and closed the sides after them. "All snug," she said, "Now I'll close the curtains so that you can have a snooze. But before you do, I suggest let your bodies relax and allow nature to take its course." Julie heard the curtains being drawn, the room not going completely dark but losing its glare. As she heard Miriam walk away, another fading clack of heels on wood, she decided she'd better following Miriam's advice and stop trying to deny her body. Arching her back Julie found her muscles contracting in an unhelpful way, the stress position preventing her relaxing. She sighed, rolled onto her side, found the stuffed sheep toy she'd been sleeping with and looked at it. "How do I do this?" she asked it quietly, then found her answer, her body welcoming the relaxed position she'd unconsciously adopted. As with the day before, Julie found herself pushing hard to finish, unable to bear her body's slow gentle release, hating the feel of her diaper pushing back. Her bladder also responded to her muscles' demands, adding to the heat beneath her tights and making her fear another leak. She rolled quickly onto her back and felt the warmth spread higher up her bottom, wondered if she'd flood the diaper so much it would leak at the waist. Not that she could do much about it, she reflected. Even if she managed to undo the clasp, lower the side of the crib, stand up, it would be too late, her body enjoying the chance to achieve comfort at least on the inside. Instead Julie lay there, shaking her head slightly, found her eyes closing as she relaxed, her mind calming in response to the physical repose.

Was thinking along the lines of something from Northshore, but Crinklz just popped up. Sounds like a hell of an idea.

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Me too buddy, I LOVE making my diaper dirty! And having doo-doos in my pants, without even thinking about it, and knowing about it.?? And then having Daddy check me like a naughty toddler.?????? I ALSO LOVE being patted on the butt when my diapee's full!?? It makes me feel SO LITTLE! I love having that big messy wessy all cluttered and compressed in my diaper!???????????♥️? If there's ONE thing to KNOW about Jesse, it's that he LOVES to make a BIG messy wessy in his diapee!!!!????????♥️????????

Just got home an hour ago, and had a messy diaper to deal with: Not too bad, but she had to come out, and filled up the diaper pretty good heheheh Brian

Thanks for reading. ————————— 4 Project Kerri Kerri stared at her progress report on the screen of the open laptop. English Lit 1.8 College Algebra .9 Principles of Art 3.5 Biology 1.1 Big yikes. If she wasn’t in public, she would have probably cried, but Kerri didn’t want to do that surrounded by the customers in the Coffee Shoppe and in front of Bez. Bez was technically ‘on the clock’, and she looked different in her Coffee Shoppe green smock-apron thingy. Her dark hair done up in a short ponytail, revealing a parade of multicolored stud earrings in her left ear. The usually talkative girl had no comment on Kerri’s progress report; mostly because there was nothing good to say, aside from something clever about adding her grades together would get her a 9.0. However, this was such a disaster that even good humor could do little to lift her spirits. What a miserable month and a half it had been. The relationship with her roomies could be best defined as ‘strained’, and things weren’t appearing to get any better. Kerri couldn’t get over the thumb sucking incident in the library. Running it back and forth in her brain didn’t seem to help. She still didn’t know how to feel about that moment; whether it was her fault or not. Except it became easier to blame Candice for all of that nonsense, even if it was Kerri who put her thumb in her mouth. Then there were the bad grades, this progress report, and the sudden quiet brought about by the laptop screen. “Maybe Professor Mustache was right,” Kerri said to Bez as she folded the offending computer. “I won’t last long in college at all.” She slumped into the cradle she made with her arms on the table. Bez shirked her green apron, and plopped down in chair next to Kerri, fully prepared to be a shoulder to lean on with an ear to lend. For some reason, she was smiling. “Wait a minute,” Bez noted with a goofy grin. “You actually call him Professor Mustache?” “Yeah.” Kerri couldn’t help but to giggle, sometimes it paid to be ridiculous. “He has a different name?” Bez couldn’t believe it. “You’re funny, Summers. Little and funny.” Kerri managed to shift her grimace into an awkward smile. Bez didn’t mean to trigger her; she seemed genuinely nice, a welcome respite from everything else. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Kerri noted to Bez. “Yes, and quit reminding me of the bad decisions I’ve made in life, Summers. When someone says making coffee prepares you for a career in poetry, they lie!” Kerri asked, “There are careers in poetry?” “No, there aren’t. Another bad decision on my part. In fact, I have no idea why you’re even talking to me. I’m the worst Bez on the planet, don’t take my advice.” “I’m sure you’re not the worst,” Kerri said in a friendly manner. “But I doubt there are very many other Bez’s, it’s a strange name.” “So is Summers,” retaliated Bez, then she gave Kerri a knowing look. “Go on, I know you want to ask.” The smol girl fought the smirk that came with being clever. “So, why do they call you Bez, Bez?” “My real name is Elizabeth, but no one wants to be called Elizabeth, unless they’re a queen. Other girls might try a ‘Liz’, or a more conservative ‘Beth’. But me, I say smash them together like PB and J.” Then she clapped her hands. “I’m a Bez.” Kerri was less sure about that origin story. “That’s really how you came up with your name?” “Yeah, girl.” Bez gave her a wink. “I think Professor Mustache was already taken. Maybe in the next life, who knows?” They both laughed. That oven fresh cookie feeling kicked in again, their shared flavor was chocolate chip. Why? Because Kerri was weird, same as ever. “You’re so great, Bez. I’m so lucky to have met you. It’s so hard to make friends in college.” Bez snapped, “Who said we’re friends, Summers?” Kerri froze. Had she been misreading Bez this whole time? Kerri knew she was clueless, but still, she had thought that they were connecting on a different level. This was a recurring problem for girls with wandering minds, with strange radio stations that entertained shadow creatures in their heads. For all that saw and heard things a tad bit different than everyone else. It got quiet. Quiet like with the laptop. “Oh, I was joking.” Bez quickly mended the unintended damage. “I didn’t mean to upset you, your face got all pale and dark — at the same time. I shouldn’t make light of things if you’re having a hard time adjusting to college life.” “I’m doing fine,” answered Kerri, with a long accompanying sigh. Bez smushed her lips together in a way that said ‘Nope’ with a big capital 'N'. “When you say it with that much enthusiasm, I know you’re not ‘doing fine’. What’s going on in that head of yours, Summers? I want to know more about you… since we’re friends and everything.” Kerri opened up. “It’s just my roommates…” Bez asked, “What’s wrong with your roommates?” “It’s just… I don’t know, really.” Kerri started to answer, but was interrupted by an actual customer. You know, a paying one. Kerri didn’t drink coffee, it gave her the jitters even more than usual. Bez lifted a single finger as she headed back behind the counter, tying back on the apron in mid-step. She instructed, “Hold that thought.” So Kerri ‘held that thought’. What WAS wrong with her roommates? What could she possibly say about them that Bez would understand? Earlier this week, a tall Texan made her suck her thumb in the library. Before that, her other roommate compared her to toddlers who desperately needed overdue potty training. These weren’t things you mentioned to new friends. Or anyone. It was too weird. Too embarrassing. Then again, Bez had a sympathetic streak to her, and a sharp wit to relay her thoughts. A perfect sounding board for girls with wandering minds and roomie problems. Kerri checked on Bez. A second and third customer joined the first in line, Bez gave Kerri a quick shrug as she took their orders, and Kerri suddenly had much more time to herself. So she got out her sketch pad from her backpack and went to work. Kerri liked to draw. She liked to color even more. Sketching with pencil was a stripped down version of coloring. A chance to play with lights and darks, and varying shades of gray from applying various amounts of pressure. Shades that could relay emotion; in softness and hardness, in vicious streaks, tiny scribbles. Drawing was simple. Everything was out on the paper. No hidden agendas, or misconstrued meanings. What you saw was all there, open to any interpretation. There was comfort in that, in the place where Kerri could communicate her thoughts without the ongoing static of the regular world. A place where she was a maestro instead of a ‘Kerri’. She drew a galloping horse across a white plain. Kerri started with the illusion of motion, pounding hooves raised mid-air, crisp darker shades along toned muscles, a wild mane flowed free from strong neck, she sketched a lean, focused face with flared nostrils. Eyes dark circles, a little bit of white page intentionally left blank to help them shine with intelligence. Horses were so free on the blank page; they got to just be a horse, and do horse things. Not math. Not English. Not science. Kerri came to draw - not solve for X or wonder about Y, or worry about why. That was all bothersome noise. Her wandering mind drifted to her problematic roommates. The sketch provided a background soundtrack of sorts; calm scratching of graphite to paper, swift flicks of her wrist, the comfort of creation while being in total control. A cushion for problems she could erase with the other end of the pencil. The skillful curves and blurry lines on page kept her senses on track, so her mind was free to wander. Her roommates. They weren’t mean. Or callous. Or cruel. Or anything like a pair of wicked stepsisters from a fairy tale. Candice Sims and Ana Rodriguez were perfectly nice; especially to each other, and the two were quickly becoming best friends. Which left no place for Kerri, hence a big part of the ‘problem’. Swish and flick. Scratch, scratch. A pair of half moons transformed into the horse’s chest. Chaotic squiggly lines became sinew and toned muscle. The more concerning part of the problem was how they didn’t see her as an equal, or Kerri didn't see herself as their equal. She was something else to them - they were something different than Kerri. Until Bez, there were no other friends outside the dorm room. They had all formed groups and cliques in secret, without bringing the smol lost sheep into the fold. Kerri knew that freshman year of college was all about getting out of that familiar comfort zone and making new friends. Kerri tried, she really did, but she still found herself on the outside looking in — like a perpetual third wheel. Then it hit her. Kerri was the third roommate. The unneeded, unnecessary, unwelcome. Gosh, that was a dark thought. Fitting in isn’t as easy as it’s made out to be; even truer for a girl like Kerri, with all of that mind wandering and head space-y whatnot. Hanging around Bez helped a little. No, a lot. Bez cared little for the fact that Kerri was different, or sorta out there, and her new friend was probably further from the trappings of normalcy than Kerri. But did Bez have a past like Kerri? A dark spot to escape. A place where memories still cut like knives, and whispers still echoed while in coffee shops. Kerri, baby, can you come here for a moment?' Kerri pressed the pencil against the paper, the white horse was on the run, not in a freeform gallop across the white plain. There was a growing shadow behind it. She turned the pencil sideways as she applied more and more pressure, almost to the point of snapping its tip. 'Kerri, baby' 'Kerri, baby' 'Kerri, baby' The shades of gray blossomed into an explosion of shadow, the place where the dark thoughts lived. The horse's face went from serene to terrified, and Kerri kept making it worse and worse and worse... “Holy crap, Summers!” It was Bez. Kerri awoke to the soft sounds of Coffee Shoppe conversations. She turned to Bez, unsure of what to say about the picture of a horse against the dark thoughts. Bez had somehow snuck up behind Kerri when she was in her 'dark place'. The smol girl never even saw her coming, she had a bad habit of letting her guard down while drawing. “You never told me that you could draw like this,” exclaimed Bez, “do you draw anything else?” Kerri also drew Princess Ponies, but that was all in private, and Bez did not need to know about that. “I can draw other things,” she answered sheepishly. Kerri flipped through the black bound sketch pad to other drawings. Objects, people, a Princess Pony - Kerri blushed, then quickly skipped over that one. Kerri shrugged, “They’re nothing special.” “Nothing special, pwah!" Bez stole the sketch pad from her smol hands and did some flipping of her own. "They're beautiful. They're incredible. Shut up and take my money, Summers. Seriously, can I have the one you're drawing now?" Kerri glanced at the horse that Bez held up for her to see. "I don't see why not," said Kerri. Her thoughts on what she just drew changed by the moment. The shadows made Kerri hate her picture, a horse should be a horse, not running from their past. That didn't matter to Bez, who delicately tore the page from the sketch pad before sliding it in front of Kerri. The small artist stared at the page, unsure what Bez wanted her to do. "Sign it, Summers. All great artists sign their works. Plus, when you get famous, I'm totally going to sell this online. This poetry and coffee thing isn't going to pay the bills forever." A quick blush traveled across her body, it came from the warmness of her heart - similar to the warmness of cookies straight from the oven. Yep, chocolate chip. Kerri picked up her pencil and stencil the words 'Kerri Summers' to the bottom of the page. This felt so good. So right. Bez folded the thick paper into her apron. "Now, what were we talking about?" Kerri mumbled, "My roommates." The cookies had left the oven, taking its warm 'feel-goods' with them. “And, what about them?” continued Bez. “I want to know everything, especially the bad gossip.” Kerri tried explaining, “I can’t help but feel that they’re teaming up on me.” “Oh, that sucks,” Bez said with legitimate enthusiasm. “They can’t be all that bad. I know Rodriguez, she’s in my psych class. She seems super nice.” Kerri expressed her shock. "Wait, you know Ana?" "Yeah, Introduction to Psychology," repeated Bez. "She's funny and nice, with a dirty mind. I have a hard time believing that she's mean to you or anything. Unless she has an alternate personality that is only revealed in private." Kerri paused for a moment. The fact that these two different girls knew each other on this huge campus, and these connections coming out of nowhere, maybe it was a smol world after all. She pointed out, "You two don't seem like the type to be friends.” "Check out the ‘judgmental’ on you, Summers. I’m not so sure that it’s a good look.” Kerri felt her face drop, Bez had put her in her place, and so fast. “We're both in there for different reasons," Bez explained with a shrug of her shoulders. "I'm into how someone becomes a serial killer, and Rodriguez is all about potty training and fixing bad habits. I wonder if the two are related. Need to pee - killing spree. Yeah, that's not funny." Kerri remained silent. "That's not it, is it?" Bez continued. "That they're mean, I mean. ‘They're’ mean. Do they put snakes in your bed, or bring in tons of boys for wild parties? You're going to have to say something, Kerri. Otherwise, nothing will change, and you'll be a mope for the rest of your days." Kerri tried to think of the best way to describe her situation. There was a set of empathetic ears in front of her, and she needed a second opinion from a more normal mind. She thought about Ana and Candice, and the masks they wore on day one. “It’s like their nice is too nice," she said, "a nice that rings hollow.” "Rodriguez does seem like the nice type," replied Bez. "I know she seems that way, but that's not the entire truth,” Kerri explained as she stared off away from Bez. “They think that they're helping me, but they're not, it's just the opposite. I can never relax when I'm around them. They make me nervous, and scared, I think. Something about how they treat me is off-putting. I can't fully explain it, I know I sound like an idiot." Bez seemed to understand, which came as a relief to Kerri, who always struggled to get her words right. “I get it, Summers. We’re artists, sensitive creatures that are in love with the real, the genuine. Bad art exists as the opposite of that, as a pretense for something else. The same could be said of the kindness of strangers, or in this case, the niceness of roommates." Kerri nodded. She couldn’t help but to be in awe of this girl. Bez was smart, capable, creative and philosophical. And nothing at all like the short mess that made Kerri Summers. “You know what I think, Summers?” Bez said. “I’m not privy to everything going on in that head of yours, but I think you should give them a second chance. And after that, a third. Nice is nice, even if it’s out of platitude. It starts with telling them how you feel - it's the same as talking to me. Maybe, just maybe, you guys can work out just what you need." Kerri considered the advice for a moment. “You really think that things would get better if I’d just talk to them?” “Yeah,” Bez answered. “And if they want to help you, I think you should do what they ask. Who knows? It might just be the thing to turn it all around, a chance to prove Mr. Mustache wrong.” “It’s Professor Mustache,” corrected Kerri, then she added, “Thanks for the advice, Bez.” Bez smiled a cookie-fresh smile with perfect teeth. “No problem, Summers. That’s literally why I’m here… unless you want a latte.” …… Kerri felt good after seeing Bez, enjoying every step of the way back to the dorm. Their meeting of the minds made her feel talkative, somewhat confident, like she was *gasp* a normal smol girl with a wandering mind. The roomies had ambushed Kerri before she could get inside the room. The small girl ‘just had’ to do dinner in the cafeteria as a roomie-togetherness-thing, or however Candice described it. There was no choice in the matter. Which was more than fine, Kerri wanted to speak with both of them. That night at dinner, Kerri turned herself into the topic of conversation. She talked about her grades, and how she felt lost on campus - in more ways than one. She explained how they made her feel - so, so smol. Not in those words of course, Kerri didn't exactly pick the words that she used, they just flowed from wandering mind and out her open mouth. “I’m sorry if you felt that way,” Ana apologized first. “I’m so glad you told me these things. The last thing I would want to do is patronize you, nina.” This was working. Bez was right. Kerri glossed over a few important details, skipping a few parts about thumbs and libraries. Also, she left out the existence of Bez. Throughout her tale, Kerri side-eyed Candice, whom she'd been avoiding since the thumb sucking incident. The girl from Texas had nothing to add to the discussion besides a blank stare. However, Ana had some ideas of her own. The Latina immediately latched onto the idea of ‘fixing’ Kerri Summers. It was right up her alley, and she had a hard time containing her excitement. She thought the two roomies were in a good spot to help Kerri. Ana announced, “We’ll call it Project Kerri.” Kerri did not like the sound of that. Ana attempted a patent tingling-smile to disarm Kerri. It somewhat worked. “I’m not sure I want to be a project,” objected Kerri. Ana replied, “But you said that you wanted our help?” “Yeah, I did, but..” Candice reminded, “Make sure you drink enough water, Kerri.” Kerri coughed. “Yeah, thanks.” She made sure to take a big gulp while Candice was watching. This was the kind of nice that was 'too nice', the 'help' that didn't feel like help. The hierarchy. The baggage. The mask. The bad art. “That’s the spirit, chica.” Ana complimented Kerri, perfectly patronizing like she just said she wouldn’t do. Why was Kerri like this? Always confirming to the wills of others? Suddenly, their circular table felt like it was in the very center of the cafeteria. And all of its clammer siphoned right into her ears. The conversations, the chewing, the scraping of forks and knives. It all drove Kerri crazy. Ana didn’t seem to notice that the whole room rose in volume and annoying-ness. "Come on, Kerri. It's not like we'll poke you with sharp needles or stick electrodes to your head while you sleep. We will use research based methods to bring about a ‘new’ Kerri. And if research doesn’t work, we can always fall back on my experience as a babysitter.” The Latina made a forthcoming motion with the utensils in her hands as she chewed. Kerri watched the shiny fork twirl in circles, trying to keep her mind focused on what she was saying over the cacophony of mind breaking noise. Ana continued her pep talk. “You said it yourself that you're having a hard time adjusting. We can help you, I know Candice agrees with me. We all want the same thing: a happy Kerri. You're not going to be happy if you drop out, chica. Plus, those grades aren't going to magically fix themselves. Admit it, Kerri, you have a hard time focusing. Just like right now, you’re off in la-la land, chica." Ana snapped her fingers. And Kerri’s alert conscience snapped back like a rubber band. Ana said, “You need to admit that you have a hard time focusing, girl.” "I'm not admiting to anything," Kerri glumly answered. Ana softened her approach, then looked to Candice for 'help'. It wasn't coming. Candice had a mouthful of lettuce, and half a leaf was hanging from her lips. For being an avid nutritionist, Candice was an awful eater. "Alright, I'm coming on a little strong. How do I rephrase this..." Ana considered her words for a few seconds, then made a connection with Kerri with her dark eyes. "We care about you, girl. You may not see it, but I can't help but feel responsible for you. You know, I do so much work with kids. I can help you, Kerri. I just know it." Kerri argued in a weak voice, "I don't want.." Then she thought about what Bez said earlier that afternoon. Maybe she was too hard on them, maybe they meant well, and Kerri was the one out of line. But on the other hand, she remembered just how her thumb tasted in the middle of that library, and the sour humility that left an even longer aftertaste. Same with the helpless feeling that came from being in the close proximity of Candice. “Come on, chica. Let us help you, there’s nothing to lose and everything to gain. I care about you.” "Aww!" Candice squealed. "You're so sweet, Ana." The smol girl didn’t agree on the level of sweetness. Her kindness dripped like honey, it was thick and creepy, and settled at the bottom of Kerri’s stomach - taking away her appetite. Was this niceness too nice, or too much like ‘bad art’? Ana talked low, “You’re still not sure, are you? “No, I’m not,” replied Kerri. “I mean just this week, Candice…” “Made you suck your thumb in the library?” Ana interrupted. Kerri froze. How did she know about that? Did it spread all over campus like a viral video about cats? She didn’t know what to say next, her mouth just hung open, and a dull ‘uhhhh’ sound trickled out. “It’s okay, Kerri.” Candice chimed in. “I told her about it. I didn’t feel right, you know.” “Yeah,” Ana said in agreement. “We’ve already discussed what happened, and I’m pretty sure Candice has something she wants to say to you. Don’t you, Candice?” Kerri turned in her seat to the blonde roomie, surely Candice wouldn’t actually apologize. The tall Texan seemed like the type to only say ‘sorry, not sorry’ or once again blame Kerri. More than a little bit of Kerri blamed herself, as well. There was enough blame to go around for everyone at this table to ask for ‘seconds’ and still leave with a doggie bag. “I’m sorry that happened,” Candice said in a surprisingly clear and concise manner. “I was just trying to help. You know how ‘over-zealoutrous’ I get. I’m all intense, and I forget that not everyone is like that. Especially you.” Wow. Kerri felt floored by that apology. And in a good way. Candice actually looked like she felt bad. Not bad about making up the word ‘overzealoutrous’, but Kerri had to take what she could get. “Um. I accept your apology, Candice." "You see, Candice." Ana turned to the Texan. "I told you she would forgive you." Candice didn't appear to be too concerned with forgiveness, taking another cow-sized chomp of the greens on her plate. Kerri shuddered from the sound of her chewing, her grinding teeth was grinding on Kerri. And in the worst ways. "That being said, I don't think things are even-Steven,” Ana said playfully, she had a hard time keeping that bright smile under control. “Do you, Kerri? I mean, do you think it's fair that she embarrassed you in public, and you didn't get to embarrass her?" Candice stopped mid-chew. Her eyes wider than Kerri's. "What does that mean?" asked Kerri. "I mean, what kind of bird lives in Texas, has skinny legs, and likes to run around?" Ana broke into a giggle. "I'll give you a hint, it likes to say 'meep-meep'." Kerri took a second to catch on, but when she did, a smile broke out on her face as well. Not the warm good feeling like fresh cookies, like with Bez. A different kind of mischevious thing, like a little imp that was up to no good. She answered, "A roadrunner." "Candice, you heard the girl. Go act like a roadrunner, chica. I want you to 'meep-meep' around the cafeteria. And watch out for coyotes.” "Really?" Candice said as she got up from the table. "You want me to run around and flap my arms like this?" Candice had a fun, but serious look, about her as she formed a pair of chicken wings at her side, with her bent elbows and hands tucked at her chest. "And I'm supposed to say: 'Meep-meep!'" And she did, very loudly. Too loud to just stay at their table. All of the other tables were looking at theirs, and Kerri wanted to crawl into a hole. If this was Ana’s idea of revenge, Candice didn’t get the memo. In a flash, she took off - flapping her wings while running around the cafeteria. She spent the next few minutes going table to table, ‘meeping’ to her heart’s content. All to raucous laughter. Ana and Kerri remained seated, watching their ridiculous roomie act even more ridiculous than usual. Things felt alright again; like that feeling in the hallway on the first day of school. There were important decisions to be made, changes that had to happen. Maybe the first change required was a change of heart from Kerri. Kerri turned to Ana. “I’d like your help, Ana. It’s just so hard for me…” Ana quickly shushed her as the two watched the ongoing road-running chaos. “I know, Kerri. I know. I’ll make sure we get you set straight. I promise.” Kerri beamed. “Thanks, Ana.” “De nada, chica. I just want you to promise me that you’ll keep trying. If you keep trying, I’ll keep trying. There’s no giving up, we’re going to see this through. Promise me that.” Kerri hesitated for a moment, taking the time to push down the sudden unease that came out of nowhere. It felt like she was giving away the keys to her life. “I’ll see it through, I promise.”

7 Months! I am very happy to arrive today at the 7 month mark. When I first started this journey, I don't really know that I had a goal. Finding DD really helped me explore a lot of other people's journeys and gain a belief that my desires, as "taboo" as most would consider them, are really just an expression of myself and my desire to be live at peace and be the best I can be to those around me. I can't thank enough those in this community who choose to share, encourage and authentically journey this road together. It has made an incredible impact on me and I hope my sharing does the same for others. Statistics Category Last 30 Days Trailing 30-60 days Last 180 Days Notes Days went #2 in Diapers 97% 91% 83% Now do all the time Days Wet at Night Woke Up, wet, slept 12% 24% 39% Continue to sleep deeper, less and less aware Unsure / Probably one unaware 46% 38% 32% If I didn't drink much before bed, then not sure if early morning is first wetting or not At least 1 wet unaware 68% 51% 37% First wetting is totally unconscious every time Average # Of Diapers / Day 4.5 4 3.9 Because of #2, a slight increase Average # Of Diapers / Night 1 1 1 Better Dry and Babykins Terry Plastic Pants Hypnosis 10% 5% 28% I've been listening to subliminals when I run Here are the standouts for this month. I'm surprised at my desire to continue #2 untraining. There have been sporadic times where I do not have the normal "warning" urge with #2. One time I was sitting down at my desk working and I stood up to go get coffee and poop just came out and filled my diaper with no warning or urge. I am allowing this to continue to happen no matter where I am and have brought everything I need to do quick changes. This morning I was ordering coffee at a coffee shop when it started happening again with only the briefest sensation before it started. I was able to go use there restroom and change and clean up without issues. I do take extra bags to prevent any odor for anyone after me, but found the whole thing easy to manage. My only concern is our family vacation where we drive for an extended period and what would happen in that scenario. I'll have to ponder that further. I believe I am starting to see more of the "spiraling" that @Enthusi and others have mentioned. I notice a consistent stress incontinence and much longer dribbles as opposed to urge based wetting. I've also had several occasions this month where I was legitimately "surprised" that my diaper was wet, not having had a conscious recollection of wetting or granting permission. I haven't changed any of my work habits, so this is all occurring in the same environment and conditions that I've been working in for the 7 months. I have also wet my pants 4 times this month. When I run, I choose not to wear diapers of any kind, but it is understood that if I need to wet, I'm not stopping it either. I run in a rural enough setting where it really doesn't matter what happens. However, the other day I was running and felt poop coming out. This was incredibly awkward as I again chose not to stop it. I was close enough to home to get back and deal with it, thanking my compression shorts some. Three other times I've wet myself in this scenario. I'm totally open to ideas on what people use as they are trying to stay active that won't cause massive chafing. Physical / Medical Skin Care: Calmoseptine continues to be my "go to". I apply heavily in the morning and evening before bed and this has kept things under control. I do apply butt paste after every #2 cleanup to prevent irritation and chafing and this has not been a problem. Thank you to everyone who has posted about being proactive in this area, because once you get a skin complication it is much harder to get rid of it than to prevent it. I have officially received "incontinence" diagnosis from my doctor. This has brought a piece of mind to me for sure. As it turns out, medications I have taken in the past and currently have been linked with "frequency incontinence and a lack of desire to use the bathroom." All this makes me wonder some if my desire is more medically linked than I ever imagined, but regardless, I am grateful for the diagnosis. Diapers and Clothing I am not enjoying the summer type heat, but managing none-the-less. I do like the Better Dry Day diapers, however, the plastic backing makes everything more sweaty, so I'm trying the Tena Super's for daytime wear to find that balance of breathability and soakability! I have increased my onesie wardrobe because I need to have some designated for when I know I'm going to be outside or out and public and sweat profusely versus those that I wear more casually at home. My first babykins double-terry lined cover got a small hole near one of the leg seams after four months of use. So $30 for 120 nights is $.40 per night to have the security of not leaking. Well worth it in my book as I don't really want to take on the cloth diaper logistics. Goals I am confident I will make it at least a year and will then revisit everything, if I even have a choice. I do have a desire to mess while I'm sleeping but suspect that is a ways off and I'm not going to do the laxative or artificial stimulation to achieve it. I am mentally excited and at peace with where I am and know that this is 99% of life regardless of untraining. The fact that going through this has helped me gain greater peace with myself is a tremendous blessing. I hope this somehow inspires others to explore yourself and allow the self-soothing that comes with this journey to be part of your growing health!

Hi all! My first attempt at writing! Hope you enjoy! Chapter 1: Accidents Do Happen Melissa sat in traffic, twirling her hair, looking somewhat aimlessly toward the coast as the highway traffic inched forward. Growing up around a city, she always expected traffic, but today she seemed to have chosen her route poorly, hitting every light and somehow being behind every slow driver in southern California. Currently, she found herself boxed in the center lane of a highway with equally frustrated drivers all around her, each likely wondering why they continued to subject themselves to long commutes. Melissa had just finished lunch with her best friend Abby, where she had recounted in excruciating detail her breakup with her boyfriend of three years. It was good to verbally recount the collapse of this relationship as today was the start of Spring Break, and with nowhere to go, Melissa would have had to spend the week replaying the pain in her head. Still, Mark’s stereotypical breakup line still stung: “With us going away to different colleges… freedom…if it’s meant to be…neither should be tied down, blah blah blah.” Her heart was crushed as so much of her high school identity had been with hime as a couple. Sipping her diet coke, she began reminiscing about the three years, each interrupted by the painful awareness that they were no longer a couple. Melissa was an emotional wreck, and now she had to go home and face the “I told you so” from her mom and sister, neither of whom had approved of Mark. Time slowly ticked by until the slurping sound of the last bit of diet coke stirred Melissa back to her reality of bumper to bumper traffic. She put the drink down, feeling the slightest of alerts from her bladder that she would need to use a bathroom at some point in the near future. With traffic at a standstill, she took up her phone and quickly responded to a number of texts and chats that had popped into her various social media accounts. When every necessary emoji had been sent, Melissa placed her phone back down in the seat. Putting two hands on the wheel, she looked forward and began to realize that she would probably be late picking up her sister from school. While she debated whether she should text her mom or her sister first to let them know she would be late (both of which would be incredibly angry to learn that, once again, Melissa wouldn’t be on time!), Melissa began to shift in the seat of her Toyota Corolla, trying instinctively to quiet the growing pressure in her bladder that was now stimulated and full from the diet coke she had had with lunch and the “free refill” she had just enjoyed in the car. Deciding it was probably best to ping her sister first, Melissa hoped that she could cajole her sister to find another ride from a friend. That way she wouldn’t have to tell her mom that she was late again. Unfortunately, Sarah’s immediate text response was, “WTF! Why do you always do this to me…Mom is going to be pissed!” Her frustration mounting along with her growing need to pee, Melissa quickly tried to voice text her Mom before Sarah could get her fired up. “Mom, I’m really sorry, but I’m sitting in unbelievable traffic and will be late getting Sarah…I let her know but thought I should make sure you knew too!! So sorry!” There was a long awkward pause before she saw the three dots coming back from her mother. “Missy…if this was the first time….” That was all that was texted before Melissa’s phone rang with her mother’s name blinking on the screen. Reluctantly, Melissa answered the phone only to hear her mom explode without even a cursory greeting. “Melissa seriously, you are being so irresponsible! This is the fourth time this week! I can appreciate you are in traffic, but I gave you the car trusting you could be responsible to help, and all it has caused is more stress for all of us because now I need to scramble to help your sister…..” Her mom was going on and on, Melissa pulling the phone away as she made a face of angst listening to the same tirade about how Melissa wasn’t taking the responsibility that should come with her age and that there would be consequences, blah blah blah. What Melissa could not ignore, however was the now constant pulsing of her bladder, and her now strong clenching that was going on to keep her bladder from exploding. She began to realize that the next exit wasn’t for two miles and at this rate, that could be another 45 minutes of inching forward. Squirming in her seat, she began to feel the first bit of panic about what she could do to relieve her need to pee. She pulled into the left lane, hoping it might move slightly faster, only to find that no matter what lane she picked it always seemed to be the one that wouldn’t move forward! Her mother’s voice rose over the worrying thoughts that were beginning to take over Melissa’s mind, “Missy!! Are you listening to me!! Do you understand what I just said?!!!!” Perhaps it was the desperation over her growing bladder pains that prompted Melissa’s response, or maybe it was anger of being yelled at yet again, or maybe the rawness of having been rejected by Mark, or all of the above, but Melissa took the phone in her hand and looked at is as if it was her mother herself and screamed, “YES MOM, I KNOW I’M A LOUSY DAUGHTER, BUT YOU AREN’T A GREAT MOTHER EITHER!” There was a rush of relief that came from the outburst before the first pang of fear and regret filled Melissa. She was the furthest thing from a yeller, but the bomb had been released and now she waited for the explosion and collateral damage that would likely follow. Still looking at the phone, Melissa had seen the car in front of her begin inching forward and she had taken her foot slightly off the break to match the progress. As her mother began to respond, Melissa realized she hadn’t seen the car ahead of her stop abruptly and She instantly felt the “crunch” sound of her bumper hitting the car in front of her. “Oh $#&@!!,” Melissa screamed at the same time her mother began a tirade of response. Melissa momentarily and involuntarily let go of her “clenching” when she heard the devastating sound of fender on fender and a small amount of pee quickly filled her panties, seeping with ease through the flimsy material to her shorts that tightly hugged her nether regions. Her body quickly clenched to hold everything back again, but not before a dark wet spot the size of an orange had marked her shorts. “Mom….I need to call you back, I just had an accident!!” Melissa shouted to her mother, not noticing the double entendre of her statement, and ignoring the fact that her mother was still in the middle of her “irresponsibility” rant. Fear, shock, frustration, sadness, and anxiety all coursed through Melissa as she worked to restrain her bladder. On top of that she would now have to face dealing with her first car accident. She had been working hard to keep it together, but she suddenly felt like everything was falling apart.

So I shared before how everyone in my adoptive family has died and I don't have contact with my biological family. My best friend and her wife (who is like a sister to me) are the closest thing I have to real family. Anyway so we went to the biggest beach in Kristiansand the other day, and... My best friend says not to go deeper than my knees into the water, and then told my sister to go with me. My sister wouldn't allow me to go deeper than my shins. And yesterday we were having pizza. My sister was worried about me cutting pizza and it landing on the floor. So she offered to cut up my food and I accepted. While she was doing it she pointed out that her mother used to do that for her. And my best friend said at one stage (because she was telling me stuff that no-one had ever bothered to teach me) that she's meant to be my best friend but she's turning into my mother. Can these two just adopt me?

You know that showing up to the front door in just a diaper and a tee shirt is one of the best ways I’ve found to get rid of door to door salesman or religious types trying to recruit people.

After I changed my morning wet and messy Crinklz diaper I put on a NS Blue Lite diaper with a cloth Microfiber insert at about 8:00 am. It's now 4:15 pm, and I am very wet but not leaking.

Yes! We need to send a message that we can't be pushed around anymore! This oppression caused by the weather has got to end!

I like that idea buddy!?☺️?? We should go on strike!????♥️?☺️???

Great movie!! I watched Jerry and Marge Go Large. It’s about this older couple who find a flaw in lottery system. Was a great movie it’s on Paramount +

I have a solution and you'll never guess what it is...

Just got home from work, took off my big boy underwear and put on a Crinklz Astronaut diaper. And, of course, I wet it.

This morning's Crinklz diaper meets the category of a massively wet and messy diaper, but fortunately not a diaper blow-out. My diaper is so warm, soggy, full, squishy with the wetness and expansion in the front and poopy load in the back.

A very wet and messy Crinklz diaper this morning, all I can say is WOW, soooo nice.

How hot was it for you today Mikey? It was a colder day (for summer standards) for us today, didn't get much hotter than 80F here.

Something like that. I was tempted to end it there, but I've planned on this upcoming chapter for some time, so that felt like cheating. I think it will add something. Hopefully anyway.

Not going to lie if I somehow didn't see this coming I would probably just nuke my account and create a new one or like as embarrassing as the whole "I got hacked" routine is....

already for bed in a dry tykables overnights diapee with a stuffer and a huggies pull up inside.

Two lines of inquiry from the diaper hive-mind of DD! Not quite yet sure how I'm going to operationalise this but standby for "World's Weirdest Observational Experiment"... ? This will be checked. A tape measure is going straight to my nappy-change-bin! If I find an error, I'm calling the symmetry police!

Chapter 27 Tommy tried to stand still while his mother adjusted his clip-on bow tie and straightened out his suspenders. She gave his bangs one last tweak and kissed him on the forehead. “You're going to do great baby,” she smiled proudly. “Thanks, mommy, I'll do my best,” Tommy replied as he fiddled with the pacifier in his pocket. Over a few weeks of practice, it had helped him prepare for this day but had to be hidden away momentarily for this performance. “I know you will. Your teachers say you've been practicing really hard. And that pacifier has really been helping.” He nodded “Yeah it works really good,” he thought for a moment “Can I keep using it?” “If you want to honey,” she smiled wistfully and put a hand on his shoulder“There's something I want to show you after you're done.” Tommy blinked “OK mommy,” he said curiously. She kissed his forehead again “Such a good boy.” She checked his diaper. “All set. Let's get you with your class.” She took his hand and led him to where other preschoolers were assembling in a backroom of the museum where the concert was being held. She approached Mrs. Hansley who was wrangling the class into a neat line. “This guy is all ready to go,” she smoothed his bangs once more “all clean and dry too.” Tommy squirmed slightly but quickly fell into line with his classmates. “Thank you,” Mrs. Hansley chuckled. “We'll take care of all that from here.” Tommy waved goodbye to his mother as she exited. He fidgeted in nervous anticipation as he heard the kindergarten class take to the stage. His class would be next and while he felt nervous about getting up in front of all those people, he couldn't wait to show mommy what he'd been working on. A round of applause signaled the kindergarten's exit from the stage and Mrs. Hansley quickly called the class' attention while her fellow teachers made sure to keep everyone in line. They filed through a large wooden door and up onto the stage to the awwws of the audience. He searched the audience for his mother and saw her beaming at him at the edge of the third row. He smiled back for a moment before the piano started. He stood in front of the audience a happy smiling preschooler and sang loud enough that his mother could hear, he wanted nothing more than to make her proud. The song came to a close and his heart soared as he watched her grin and applaud. He filed back behind the stage and into a small playroom that had been set up for the preschoolers. He sat down and busied himself with some toys while he waited for her to come and get him after the concert ended. After some time he looked up and saw her coming through the doorway. He took off and ran into her arms as she knelt down to hug him. “You did great baby,” she said as she embraced him. “Thanks, mommy,” he said returning the hug. She paused and rubbed his back for a while “Remember how I said I needed to show you something?” Tommy nodded. “Are you ready?” “Sure mommy, what is it,” he asked curiously. “Come with me,” she took his hand and led him through the museum. The crowds were gone now, and they had the entire place to themselves. They arrived at a large round room in the center of the building. Pictures and artifacts of the town's past lined the walls. “Do you know anything about the old seed project?” she asked as she paused in the center of the room. “That was when they tried to make other places like this right?” he said scrunching his face in confusion. “That's right,” she nodded “If you can set up the initial technology then all of this becomes possible. The idea was to get it started wherever they could.” “Didn't they send out families, like undercover,” He asked. She nodded and stepped toward one of the displays “You see this picture?” Tommy peered at the photo of two adults with a teenage girl. His jaw dropped. “You...” She nodded. “But why didn't you say?” He said in shock “It was supposed to be a secret,” she explained. “Their plan hadn't worked, and they thought I might be able to restart things.” He stammered for a moment before being able to spit out a coherent question. “Did you know I'd have to go to preschool and stuff?” “I really didn't know how things would go. Everyone said you'd find a place to fit in. I wasn't sure at first but” she paused “I found that piece of your old baby blanket hidden in your room.” Tommy frowned a bit and nodded “Yeah I just said I threw it away cause everyone at school was calling me a baby.” “But you kept it. You still sort of wanted to stay a bit little right? Even back then?” Tommy looked down “Yeah I guess, it was sort of hard to tell.” “After that, I thought they might be right and I decided to move us here,” she looked at him seriously “And I'm really glad I did. I think it's been good for both of us. And I did what I came here to do.” He looked at her in puzzlement “What do you mean?” She took a breath “You know how things were after the eruption?” “All those volcano gasses in the air? Yeah, that was really bad.” “We found a way to fix it,” she said smiling. “That's what I've been working on this whole time.” His jaw dropped even further than before. “That's amazing. You did that?” She smiled “Well it was a whole bunch of us, but yes. That was my project,” She put a hand on his shoulder “I always thought we might move back once it all got fixed, but you seem so happy here. Are you?” He nodded his head vigorously “Yeah, I like things this way. Like, I want to grow up someday. But this is like a second chance, you know?” He smiled. She smiled as tears welled up in her eyes. “So I can be your mommy a little while longer?” He grinned “As long as I can be your baby.” She picked him up and squeezed him tightly “Of course, you can. You'll always be my baby.” He hugged her back “I love you, mommy.” She rocked him gently “I love you too baby.” He smiled proudly at her “Do you think I could grow up to be a scientist like you?” She grinned “Of course sweety, you can be anything you want when you grow up,” she patted his bottom “No hurry though.” He shook his head and smiled “No mommy, no hurry this time.” She kissed his forehead “That's my little boy,” she gave him a bounce “How about some ice cream to celebrate your debut performance?” She started making her way towards the exit. He laughed. “Yeah mommy, that sounds good.” She took him to the car and strapped him snugly into his car seat. “And before I forget,” she said reaching into her purse. “I thought you might want this.” She pulled out an old care-worn baby blanket, its once stray corner now stitched in place. “Do you want this back?” she asked. Tommy beamed “Of course mommy,” he said in delight as he took the soft fabric and held it tightly. “Just promise you won't pretend to throw it away again.” He shook his head “No way, I'm going to keep it forever.” She smiled “I thought so.” She kissed his forehead again. “Let's go get that ice cream.” She shut the door and got into the driver's seat. Tommy rode in his car seat, his baby blanket in hand as he nursed his pacifier. He didn't know what the future held. But it didn't matter. His mommy loved him and he loved her. And together they'd face that future.

Chapter 5: Eyrie I SAT THROUGH the discussion of uniforms without saying a word. I noted that the Littles’ uniforms were unchanged from when Mom was in school! There were some complaints from my fellow students for several moments before Dean Northrup finished her presentation, still clearly in control. “Now, while I’ve been meeting with you, our residence life staff has been working hard to place you in Nests for your semester. The rest of the student body won’t be here until at least this weekend, so you’ll have a couple nights to acclimate to your new living spaces before they get here. That means I was able to get your Nest Mothers to come help you find the way to your dorm.” As if waiting for her signal, the enormous door opened at the end of the room. and four giant women in their twenties walked through. “Good afternoon, ladies. Before I tell our new students which Nests they’re in, how about you introduce yourselves?” “Sure!” One of the tall girls said, “Hi guys, I’m Madelyn Lewis! I’m working on my doctorate in Early Childhood studies when I’m not helping out around the dorm!” The girl reminded me of a camp counselor I remembered. Always peppy, happy, and more than a little bit irritating! She was exceptionally tall, even for an Amazon, and based on the door frame she walked through, I guessed that she was over twelve feet tall! Her blonde hair hung loosely about her face, which seemed to somehow emphasize how she was exceptionally skinny for her height, with a much smaller chest than the girls around her. She did a weird pointing show with her arms to the next slightly shorter giant next to her, cementing my first impression of her. “Hi, I’m Mackenzie Brown, and I’m working on my master’s degree in Early Childhood studies. I can’t wait to meet all of you too!” I guessed she was probably near perfect for Amazonian body dimensions, if not a little skinny still. She had a more developed chest than Madelyn, and dark brown hair that matched her last name. I also noticed that she had very distinct amber-colored eyes. The next girl was a little taller than Mackenzie but still shorter than Madelyn. “Hi, I’m Kaylee Miller. I’m in my last year of working on my doctorate in Psychology!” Kaylee was definitely overweight, but she didn’t seem overly so. Her brown hair was a few shades lighter than Mackenzie’s. Kaylee motioned to the short bleach-blonde-haired girl to finish off the round of intros. I noted that if Kaylee was overweight, this girl looked nearly dangerously obese. “And I’m Lucy Anderson; I’m also in my last year of study, but in Child Psychology.” “Thank you, ladies,” Dean Northrup said. “Please go stand with your Nest Mother when I call your name. They’ll take you to where you can pick up your other luggage, get your uniforms, settle in and change, get your IDs, and finally, to a special welcome luncheon!” I felt my stomach growl at the extra time before my next meal. “If these girls will please go with Miss Madelyn: Amelia, Mia, and Willow.” I noted the term ‘Miss’ being used and was sure we would be getting told in the dorms that their first names were well out of bounds for us. “Miss Kaylee will be taking Ava and Avery.” I watched as the five members of our groups went to stand next to their tall caretakers. The closer they stood to them, the more I could see just how much they towered over them! Amy, in particular, looked like she was probably a newborn compared to how tall Madelyn was! ‘And she’s the same height as me!’ I thought worriedly. “Miss Mackenzie will be taking Noah, Liam, and Connor,” I heard. I looked up at the tall giant as I approached. She was not quite three times my height, I guessed, and it was way more intimidating than standing next to my mom! “Hi, Guys!” She said quietly. “I can’t wait to get to know you all!” Noah rolled his eyes then. “Nice to meet you; I’m Connor,” I said quietly. I barely registered that Luca and Tatum ended up with ‘Miss Lucy.’ “That’s it for here. I’ll see you at the luncheon.” “Come along then,” my new Nest Mother insisted. She led us ahead of the other groups that were moving slower and talking to each other. I had to take four steps for every step she took, but the pace meant we reached a room where our luggage had been stored before everyone else. I noted that the security seal covering the TSA-standard lock I had on the suitcase had been broken open, but wasn’t surprised. ‘Hopefully, Mom’s hidden compartment held up like she thought it would?’ We followed her down the hallway to another room with a series of stacked boxes. She looked around and said, “Here, Connor, these should all work for you,” handing me a box with my name on it that I couldn’t easily juggle with my suitcase at that moment. I set everything down while she found the others and found a bungee cord I’d placed in my backpack. I discovered that my suitcase hadn’t shrunk quite as much as I had, so there was plenty of room at the top for me to secure the box. “Well, aren’t you the resourceful little guy?” Mackenzie said, just as the other groups caught up. I blushed, “I try,” I told her. Liam and Noah seemed to be struggling more, even though Noah was half a foot taller than me, and Liam seemed to have a few more inches above that. We were walking down the hallway when I saw a bathroom sign. “Umm… Miss Brown?” “Yes, Connor?” “Do you mind if I stop here real quick?” “That’s a great idea to do a potty break right now!” she said in a babyish tone that took me back to preschool. “I’ll watch your stuff! Does anyone else need to go?” To my surprise, the other two shook their heads, but I didn’t want to risk the next stop being a bridge too far! She kindly pushed the gigantic door open for me. I left my suitcase and the box there but kept my backpack. The room presented me with my first problem here – gigantic toilets! ‘Shit!’ I thought inside my head as I looked at the toilet seats through the open doors. With my new shorter size, my armpits just barely cleared the height of their huge toilets! Climbing onto one was going to be like scaling a boulder! I looked around to see if there were any smaller toilets, but the shortest thing was a ‘short’ urinal – also really too tall for me. I hadn’t intended on needing it, but I dug in my backpack for a collapsible step stashed inside that I sat on the floor in front of the urinal. ‘Have to remember to sanitize this later!’ I thought to myself as I was pleased that it got me to just have a long aim, rather than an impossible one! Not wanting to get accused of wetting my pants, I made sure that I used some toilet paper to wipe to be safe before pulling my pants on as the door opened. “Need any help?” I heard Mackenzie ask, poking her head through the door. “No thanks, I’ve got it, I just need to wash my hands!” “Really?” She asked, surprised. “Is there anyone else in there with you?” “No?” I told her. I moved my step over to the sink while I waited. There was a shorter sink present that I could just reach with the step stool. Soap was out of reach, but Mom had suggested a small bottle of it that I pulled from my bag. Squirting some on my hands, I quickly washed them with hit-or-miss water from the automated jets. I was just collapsing my step stool and placing it into my bag when I noticed she had fully opened the door and was staring at me with a shocked look. “You brought a step stool with you?” I zipped my bag shut and shouldered it. I shrugged, “I thought it might be a useful item?” She stared at me as I walked back out the door, where the other two looked bored. “Done going potty?” Noah taunted me. I nodded, “You sure you guys don’t want to go while we’re here?” Liam shook his head, “I’m good for a while yet. Let’s just get to the dorm.” “Not all of us are on the road to being a diaper baby here…” Noah said softly enough to avoid Makenzie hearing. I shrugged, “Good luck with that thinking,” I told him. “I guess we’re ready, Miss Brown?” She smiled, “Great, Connor! Let’s get going!” Makenzie led us outside, and I saw the other groups were now well ahead of us. I didn’t care, though, knowing that the two of them may have made a huge mistake just now! The building we came out of was labeled Bremer Hall, and I wracked my brain trying to remember if Mom had mentioned it. ‘Must be new?’ I wondered to myself. Mom had drawn maps for me of the campus as it was when she was in school. I soon recognized Zentner Hall and noted another new building called Westerfield Hall. ‘Named after Grandma…?’ I wondered. I remembered from Mom’s map that we were pretty close to Wenig Hall, but we walked past it to a much newer-looking building labeled Sanders Eyrie for Littles. A large fountain sculpture of a Griffin with a nest of newborn chicks and one coming out of its shell stood in front of the building wearing a stylized cloth diaper. ‘Not too subtle, or realistic, that,’ I thought to myself. “Come on, almost there,” Makenzie told us as we approached the building. I watched her wave her wrist over the scanner and realized her watch must have a chip to open the door. It automatically swung an outer door and an airlock door open for us. “We’re on the eighth floor,” she told us with a smile, “Best view of the campus!” As she happily led us inside the building, I couldn’t help but note the decorations were already leaning towards those of an elementary school or daycare. The initial wall featured a giant sea mural with fish and other anthropomorphized creatures smiling at us when we walked in. On the other side, a mural depicted diapered baby griffins, and seemed to try and tell a story about smart Littles wearing their diapers. Both walls reminded me of the classic boy wizard tales where paintings moved, because they were very smoothly animated. Their smiles in that context were especially creepy! Inside, the elevator was easily large enough to triple our group size and still have room. The elevator continued the primary-colored theme with wall colors, ceiling and floor colors, and artwork. I noted a double panel set of controls, one at her height and one at our height. The one at ours had square buttons styled like baby blocks. Meanwhile, hers were the standard circles I had grown up with. ‘I’m surprised they still have physical buttons,’ I thought. When I looked back down, I noticed that there were ten numbered circles marked out with stickers on the floor with the implication they were telling us where to stand. She didn’t mention them, but I had a feeling that command would be coming on future trips. The ride up to the eighth floor was swift, and we were soon led into a hallway filled with colorful paintings of baby griffins who reminded you to do your homework while listing the ABCs around it in big baby blocks. We soon came to a door surrounded by baby fox kits with their artwork showing their diapers. Above the door, it said The Kits and Miss Mackenzie’s Nest. I knew without a doubt that meant we were at our new home! I watched as she opened the door and showed us the room we would be sleeping in for the semester. The fox kit theme carried all the way through the room design. A playful mural of a forest allowed them to have room to move around in the design. ‘If this was in a daycare, it would be cute,’ I admitted. ‘I think I might need to vomit waking up to this every day, though!’ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! I hope you're enjoying this! My editor and I have been trying to keep my chapters down to more reasonable size chunks on this. Because of that we split this section into a shorter chapter to keep more consistent. That being said, I have another chapter then basically ready to go! If I get say 25 likes on this site in the next 24 hours I'll post the next chapter tomorrow as well. Please let me know what you think both by pressing that 'Like' button and leaving me a comment!

I see your diaper start to change colors

Sorry everyone...made a rookie move and copy pasted wrong...an entire chapter was missed in between 4 and what I had posted for 5. Edited below and I put a dotted line halfway through. Everything above is new from the previous post. My apologies! Chapter 5 (Corrected): Nighty Night Missy’s hands were covering her eyes, as she felt a towel being wrapped around her waist. An arm found its way around her shoulder, gently pulling her from the safety of the wall and encouraging her to take several steps forward. She felt the now familiar feel of the bathroom floor under her feet and stood with her hands still over her eyes, the cool wetness in her crotch and running down her legs. Intermittent sobs were drowned out as the water in the shower began to run. “Missy, you are having a tough, tough day.” Tammy offered, picking up on how Mabel had referred to Melissa and assuming it was her preference to be called Missy. Tammy had started the shower, not letting her hand off Melissa’s shoulder to let her know she was still there. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m sure you didn’t mean to wet your pants again.” While the weight of the word “again” caused Melissa’s heart to sag, the offer to explain the situation and to gain some dignity back encouraged Melissa to share her story of how she had been playing with Cammie, had not wanted to leave her, so she played until she just finally had to go to the bathroom, only to find it locked because Mabel was using it. She knew she had waited too long to go potty, and then everything happened at once and she was startled and had accidently let go, and of course had not wanted to do this. “Please, please don’t “fire” me Ms. Johnson, I’m so, so sorry! Really, I don’t ever do this, I don’t wet my pants, I’m….I’m…I’m so sorry!” Melissa again let tears flow with her hands over her face, too afraid of whatever Tammy was about to share. Tammy couldn’t believe how young Melissa sounded, acting and now looking more like a seven year old or younger. Yet, she completely understood what had happened and knew it would be important to soothe Melissa if she was to keep things on track. In the back of her mind, she thought all this may even help Missy take on some of the “childlike” activities that were needed for the study. She hadn’t been able to help looking at the research website and realized that some of the behaviors the study required may seem like “too much” to Missy. “Missy, dear,” Tammy began, “I believe you. It truly was just an accident. The fact that you had two of them today is remarkably coincidental, but it really isn’t a problem! Now let’s get you cleaned up and we can sit down to dinner and everyone can just relax, ok?” Melissa felt so much better hearing Tammy’s comforting tone and knowing that she was siding with her in how much of a freak accident all this really was. Her mom would never have been so supportive or forgiving, so it again drew Melissa closer to Tammy, who although a stranger but 5 hours earlier, had suddenly become a voice of comfort and encouragement at Melissa’s worst moments. “Thank you, Ms. Johnson,” Melissa squealed, leaning forward to give her a hug only realizing that she couldn’t quite reach all the way around Ms. Johnson. Ms. Johnson leaned down and over, putting her arms around Melissa and giving her an encouraging hug. “We are on the same team here, ok?! But I will have to ask you to stop with the Ms. Johnson thing, ok? Makes me sound way too old!” “Yes, ma’am,” Melissa replied, surprised at her automatic subservient response. The new lease on life again inspired Melissa and as the door to the bathroom closed, Melissa began wiggling out of the soaked skirt and removed the pink top, once again entering the shower to get cleaned up. This time when she emerged from the warmth and comfort of the shower, she found a new outfit waiting for her on the counter, the soaked skirt and shirt nowhere to be found. On top was a light purple t-shirt with sparkly stars all over the front. Below that was a white pleated skirt. While she was again disgusted at the childishness of the outfit, she knew there was nothing to be done and she had no room to complain after all the kindness Mabel and Tammy had shown her. She pulled the t-shirt over her head, again realizing it cut at her midriff like the last shirt. As she went to grab the skirt, something fell out from inside the skirt down to the floor. At first, she thought it was underwear, but reaching down to grab it, she noticed the purple tint and patterns of stars along with ruffled lining around the leg openings. Picking it up, the fabric instantly connected with her brain that she was holding a pullup. Her first thought was that Mabel must have had this for her grand-daughter and accidentally brought it in with the outfit. Then, however, she noticed the sticky note on the back of the pullup. It read: I know you don’t “need” this, but we don’t have any underwear and it may help build a connection with Cammie. Don’t worry, we all know you don’t need pull-ups! Although Missy’s first reaction had been abject horror at seeing the pullup, the note had helped at least put something in perspective. Her mind took solace in the fact that everyone knew she did not “need” these. And of course there was no underwear as hers was somewhere in the wash. Still, her mind was not simply giving in to the idea of wearing a pull-up, even if it was better than nothing. “Everything ok, Missy?” Tammy’s voice jolted her somewhat and left her somewhat at a loss of words. “Um…..” was all Melissa could muster as she continued to hold and look at the pull-up. “Ok if I come in for a second, honey?” Tammy began slowly opening the door before Missy could even respond, certain that Missy would be reacting to the pull-up that Mabel had suggested and left for her to use. “Oh, um sure, yeah I guess,” Melissa quickly wrapped the towel around her lower half as Tammy entered the room. Tammy saw Missy start blushing as she stood there with her cute purple t-shirt and towel wrapped around holding the pullup in her hand. “Missy, you’ve had an incredibly stressful day. I can’t imagine how overwhelmed you must feel. I mean a car accident is traumatic enough, let alone all the other stuff going on with your mom and, well, with your body. You don’t need to worry, we know you are a big girl, and that this day has been a total fluke.” Tammy was desperately trying to make the pullup seem like no big deal, letting her words penetrate Missy’s doubts before adding, “And practically, we don’t really have another solution. This may come as a shock, but I don’t stock teenage underwear in the house!” Tammy offered, her warm eyes and beaming smiling trying to make light of the situation. “Um…I really don’t think it’s necessary,” Melissa tried half-heartedly to resist. “Oh I totally agree Missy,” Tammy interjected. “It isn’t necessary at all. You can still use the bathroom whenever you need! You didn’t think we meant you had to use the pullup did you?” Tammy tried again to placate Missy’s doubts and move forward. She thought it would be too early to share some of the things the research program may require, but wanted to do her best to plant any seeds she could that would make it easier later. “I guess I see your point,” Missy offered. Tammy thought that was as close to a “yes” as she was going to get, so she moved forward. Tammy quickly half opened the door and started to leave, only turning before she did so to offer her final encouragement. “Ok, great, then we’ll wait to eat until you join us at the table, ok? Don’t be long, Mabel has something really special whipped up!” As the door closed, Melissa was left alone again to look at the pull-up. She couldn’t believe she was about to put this on, but her mind began replaying all the things that Tammy had laid out and before she realized it, her foot was stepping through the opening. As she shimmied the pullup up her legs and over her private parts, the softness of the fabric hugged her close. There was a slight crinkle as she wrapped her hands under the band and pulled up the back snug over her bottom. Standing with her cropped tee shirt and pull-up, the mirror now revealed a 5-7 year old at best. Melissa just froze. She couldn’t believe what she saw before her. And yet, somehow, she had reconciled that this made sense for the moment. Turning to see the fit from the side, her body betrayed her mental resistance to seeing such a young girl in the mirror, as the soft comfort of the pullup seemingly triggered a pleasure response that brought a sense of tranquility to her spirit. She next grabbed the skirt and pulled it up over the pullup. The skirt was even shorter than the last one she had worn and the bottom of the pullup just barely showed as she stood up on her toes to see how she looked. “Missy dear, please hurry! The food is getting cold!” Mabel’s sweet call prompted her to open the bathroom and turn to go down the hall. With every step she felt the pullup gently moving beneath the swish of her skirt, her mind entranced with the new sensations she was experiencing as she walked to the table. She heard Tammy ending a phone call as they sat down to dinner. Cammie was in a booster seat directly across from Missy. Mabel and Tammy sat across from each other. Missy noticed that her chair sat particularly low, and she found herself uncomfortably reaching for the napkin that was next to her plate. “That was your mother, Missy” Tammy offered. Fear instantly enveloped Missy again. “I gave her the good news that you were willing to try everything out for the weekend. She said she would drop some clothes off tonight before heading to her night shift and would come by again after her shift to see how everything was going.” Leaning over to talk more softly to Missy, Tammy continued, “She seemed very glad you were taking responsibility. I don’t think we’ll need to mention any of the other “accidents”, just so you know!” Smiling at Missy as she spoke, it took Missy a couple seconds to realize that Tammy had just covered for her so that she wouldn’t have to tell her mom about wetting her pants TWICE. Missy’s face lit up like a little girl who was just handed a double dip ice cream cone! “Thank you so much….Ms. I mean um…Tammy! I really appreciate your help! That means so much to me because, well, you know…”. Missy felt weird addressing her as “Tammy” because she never addressed adults by their first name, let alone ones that had seen her at the most vulnerable state of wetting herself. “Yes, I do…and I want you not to worry about it anymore ok?!” Tammy encouraged. Mabel had been finishing in the kitchen and returned with the food, instantly noticing Missy’s “reach” issue, and excused herself only to return from her apartment minutes later with another booster seat. “I’m so sorry Missy,” Mabel offered, “we have the same problem with Cindy when she comes. Tammy doesn’t have another chair that is normal height so we need to use this with Cindy so she can join us big girls at the table!” Without even waiting for an answer, Mabel started to slide the booster on the chair, scooting Missy out so that she could fasten it to the back of the chair. Missy slid out and looked half stunned at the matter-of-factness that Mabel was moving. Here she was, 18 years old and this woman thought she was going to sit in a booster seat? Tammy ignored what was happening with hopes it would convey that this was a simple foregone conclusion and not a big deal. She started passing food and putting some on Cammie’s plate. Mabel sat back down and began to scoop the homemade mac-n-cheese onto her plate. “Well go ahead, dear, take a seat…can’t eat standing up now can we?” Mabel smiled and took it upon herself to scoop some apple sauce and mac-n-cheese onto Missy’s plate as well. Seeing Cammie grab some mac-n-cheese with her hands and smear it over her face and in her mouth at the same time, Missy caught the smell of the mac-n-cheese that made her mouth start to water. She suddenly realized she was famished, her body took over, guiding her into the booster as her eyes turned toward the plate of food before her. She lifted herself up onto the booster, her feet barely touching the ground. As she began looking at her food, she felt the chair suddenly scoot forward, turning her head to see Tammy pushing her chair closer to the table. “There we go,” Tammy smiled as her knee finished pushing Missy’s chair in. “I’ll bet you are super hungry!” Tammy walked over to the counter and brought over drinks for everyone. She had a sippy cup of milk for Cammie and a second for Missy that she put next to her plate. “Thank you so much for helping with Cammie,” Tammy said, “Of course I know you don’t need these, but it helps for Cammie to see someone modeling everything and you are so kind to help that way!” Missy looked at the sippy cup as mac-n-cheese filled her mouth, a piece missing and rolling down her chin and into her lap. “Oopsie!” Missy chirped, glancing at Cammie, and hoping she didn’t see her “role model” making a mess. Did she really just say “oopsie”, her mind questioned? Her taste buds let that question go unanswered as she found herself giving a “mmmmm” out loud. The mac-n-cheese was the best she had ever had. Just the right amount of cheese and bread crumbs crumbled on top. She went to scoop some of the apple sauce that was on her plate and as she brought it to her mouth, a dollop fell off the spoon onto her skirt again. Before she could reach for her napkin to clean it up, Mabel had swooped in with her own to clean up the mess. “Now, now, slow down honey, we don’t want to feed the floor now do we?” Mabel spoke in a tone that would have been reserved for Cammie, but how was Missy to criticize when she was spilling more than Cammie? Mabel whispered to Missy as she finished “Sorry dear, just trying to help Cammie, I know you didn’t mean to spill!” “I sorry,” Missy spoke with mac-n-cheese in her mouth so it sounded all muffled. Next, her mind sent the signal to try to say “it’s so good!” but the words sounding more like “tss o goot” as she spoke through another mouthful. Missy’s feet began swinging under the chair as her body welcomed the nourishment after such a stressful day. It wasn’t long until her body was asking for a drink. Missy looked at the sippy cup, glanced at Mabel and Tammy who were enjoying their food, and sensing no one cared, so she concluded why should she? Missy grabbed the sippy cup and brought it up to her lips. On the way up, she clipped her plate, causing the sippy cup to crash down to the floor. Tammy began to chuckle to make light of everything as the cup spun harmlessly on the floor. “Well, if that isn’t just par for the day! Don’t worry Missy…good thing we had the sippy cup, right?!” Leaning over she picked the cup up off the floor, put one hand on Missy’s shoulder and brought the cup up level with Missy’s mouth. Missy was again five shades of red, embarrassed that she had dropped the cup and even more embarrassed that Tammy was handing it to her in a way that looked like she was going to hold it while she drank! Missy quickly grabbed the cup with both of her hands and put it into her mouth, taking a big drink to keep some control of what was happening. “There you go sweetie! Good job!” Mabel encouraged, turning her attention to Cammie whose face had become a portrait of applesauce, mac-n-cheese, and milk. Missy wasn’t sure if Mabel had been talking to her, but instantly rationalized that she must have been talking to Cammie. Missy was taking in everything that was going on around her and didn’t even notice that she had finished the entire sippy cup, hearing the little slurp come from the mouthpiece as she took in the last drops. “All gone…” said Cammie pointing at Missy’s empty cup, smiling that she was able to put all that together. “That’s right, Cammie dear, Missy’s Sippy is all gone!” And turning to Missy she quickly jibed, “Get it Missy Sippy?!” Missy smiled, her mind taking a moment to catch up to the “mom” humor that had been offered. “All right time to get you cleaned up!” Mabel interrupted, unsnapping the booster belt for Cammie, and helping her to the floor. “Let’s go get you cleaned and dressed for night nights!” She chimed leading her down the hall, “And you too, Missy!” Mabel waved as she walked by on the way to Cammie’s room. Tammy had gotten up and, as Missy was watching Mabel and Cammie, she felt her chair being pulled out. Missy slid out of the chair, again feeling the pullup snug against her bottom as her feet landed on the floor. Her first couple of steps resembled more of a waddle as she made her way down the hall. Mabel didn’t mean for me to come get cleaned and dressed too, did she? Missy’s mind was processing Mabel’s last statement. No, she concluded, she must have meant to come watch and help so she would know what to do the next time. Entering Cammie’s room, Missy came over to the changing table where Mabel was once again showing her expertise in changing a diaper. Cammie once again had found her binky and was just as relaxed as could be. Mabel then slipped a pink onesie over the diaper and in less than a minute, had Cammie cleaned and ready for bed. “Missy, be a dear and help her down ok? I’ll be right back with some milk, honey.” she said, winking at Missy and exiting to return to the kitchen. Missy again sat down on the ground and quickly became engrossed in the game of stacking and knocking down blocks that seemed to captivate Cammie even more now that she had a full tummy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mabel returned to the kitchen and found Tammy engrossed with something on her laptop screen. “Let me guess, you’re looking at the research program guidelines?” Mabel smiled, knowing all too well how seriously Tammy was taking this opportunity. Tammy smiled, but kept her eyes glued to the screen. After a moment she glanced down the hall to make sure they were “alone” and quietly answered, “Mabel, this could be an amazing opportunity for everyone. There are three tiers to the research. Did you know that tier 3 pays $90,000?! I could set up a college fund for Cammie before she’s even out of diapers!” Mabel smiled, knowing how much Tammy cared for her daughter and all the responsibility she was having to take on a single mother. “That’s nice dear,” Mabel offered, “but we don’t even know if we can get through the weekend, let alone if Missy will agree to keep going! That girl could just be in shock after everything that has happened. She may wake up and just bug out in the morning! Poor thing! Lots of stress for her today…” Mabel spoke as she got the milk out for the girls. “As usual, you’re right, Mabel, but based on the conversations I’ve had with her mom, I suspect Missy has stress every day at home. Maybe I should grab something that will help Missy relax and you can have her take it with the milk. Just one second.” Being a nurse had its perks and with the stress of her job, she had been prescribed some sleep meds that helped her get a good rest on those nights where it was particularly hard to unwind from the day. Taking one of the pills from her purse, she handed it to Mabel. “I guess we can just put the extra twin mattress in Cammie’s room and she can sleep there? I’ll go get that out from under my bed while you take the milk in.” And with that Mabel returned to Cammie’s room where she once again found Missy sitting on the floor, legs splayed with a huge tower in front of her and Cammie cooing with joy as she knocked the tower down. Taking the scene in from the doorway, she saw Missy get up on all fours to recollect all the blocks that had fallen. Seeing her pullup padded bottom, all Mabel could help but think this poor girl must be in some state of shock because she seemed to have fallen so easily into the role of childlike playmate. “Ok girls,” Mabel said as she entered, “here’s our milk!” She handed the first sippy cup to Cammie who grabbed it, plopped on her bottom and began sucking in the milk. Missy finding herself in an awkward position on all fours, took that moment to sit back on her bottom, trying unsuccessfully to hide her pullup from view. “And here you go Missy,” Mabel said handing Missy her sippy cup as well. “Now be a dear and take this with it,” Mabel said handing Missy the pill Tammy had given her. “Tammy, in her nursing wisdom, thought this would help you relax and take some of the edge off of this crazy day, sweetie.” Instinctively, Mabel patted Missy’s head after handing her the pill. Missy’s mind acknowledged Tammy was a nurse and didn’t give the pill a second thought, placing it in her mouth and bringing the sippy cup up for a large enough sip to get the pill down. The warm milk surprised Missy and tasted incredibly sweet and delicious. As she drank, she wondered how much of a mirror she was looking into, seeing Cammie drinking and knowing that she was doing the same thing, the only real difference was she had a pullup on where Cammie had a thick nighttime diaper. Her mind thought now would be a good time to be a role model, almost as a way to remind herself that she wasn’t really a little girl. “Good job Cammie!! Look at you drink your milk like a big girl!!” Missy encouraged, the other half of her mind chirping that it didn’t exactly feel like Missy was being a big girl at all. “Missy, would you help lift Cammie into her crib please?” Mabel asked. Excited to be able to do something “her age”, Missy leapt up and lifted Cammie up from behind, carrying her over to the crib and lifting her over the rail. Missy being so short meant she was barely able to get her over the edge. Once safely inside, though, Cammie happily grabbed her little blanket and binkie and curled up on the mattress, comfortable with the bedtime routine. Mabel turned on the crib mobile and on came the familiar lullaby sounds as the little angels that were attached to it started to move. Missy took in the scene…the peace and comfort that Cammie showed as she just lay quietly in a warm blanket. Missy didn’t recognize the feeling of envy that was forming deep within, but she did unknowingly become entranced by the mobile’s soothing music, not even noticing Mabel moving to turn the lights down behind her. Missy began feeling very sleepy as well. She didn’t realize it was the medicine that was beginning to take effect, but as she kept looking at Cammie calmly enjoying her binky and the mobile slowly moving around, she began to feel her eyes get heavier and heavier. She found herself holding on more tightly to the railing, her legs wanting desperately to sit down. Unbeknownst to her, Tammy had quietly brought in the extra mattress and gently placed it on the opposite end of the room. She had put a plastic sheet on the bed, figuring it would be good to do without any discussion with Missy, and brought some blankets in along with a couple pillows she used when guests stayed over. Minutes passed and Missy grew more and more sleepy. She was fighting to keep her eyes open when her body whispered to her that she should sit down. Sliding her hands down the crib’s side rails, she gently lowered herself to the ground, finding her legs sitting somewhat criss-cross, she continued to look at the mobile and listen to the soft lullaby music. Tammy watched as Missy finally lay down on the carpet, having sat on the ground for 3-4 minutes before her mind drifted to the point of sleep and encouraged her to lay down. “Poor thing,” Tammy whispered to herself, knowing that the medicine would have Missy in a deep sleep which is exactly what she needed after such a traumatic afternoon. Tammy, a triathlete, had no problem lifting Missy, and guessed she must have weighed about 80 pounds or so. She carried her over to the mattress, gently lowering her head onto the pillow. She decided to take off her skirt, leaving Missy with her pullup and t-shirt. Covering her with a blanket, she returned to check on Cammie. She loved her daughter. In spite of her husband’s tragic death nights after Cammie’s birth (a victim to gang violence while serving as a police officer), Tammy felt blessed to have such a gift, seeing her husband in her daughter and promising to honor his life through her daughter. As Missy had just done before her, Tammy watched Cammie gently rest, sucking calmly on her pacifier. Tammy kissed her fingers and passed the kiss to Cammie’s cheek. She turned and saw Missy in a similar state of bliss… ”I wonder,” Tammy thought…but maybe it’s too soon? Tammy’s mind vacillated between taking more initiative in line with the research guidelines and not wanting to push things too far too fast. She went over to Cammie’s changing table and found a clean binky in the basket next to the diapers below the changing pad. She returned to Missy and placed it at the entrance to her mouth. Pushing gently forward, Tammy wondered if Missy might enjoy the same relaxation Cammie was experiencing. Missy’s mouth initially responded with confusion, but after several seconds, it was as if a recognition triggered, allowing the binky to enter. Within seconds, her lips closed around it and Tammy noticed the all too familiar sucking motion. She smiled, truly hoping that Missy would be able to get some rest and shed her anxiety from the day.

This is the final chapter of Bottoms Up. I wanted to thank everyone who has read, liked, and commented on it along the way. Fifteen: Grown-Ups Two things had happened. First: Grace had gone before CALM during their next weekly meeting, and had given an impassioned speech about trusting the adults of this city to do the right things with their personal lives. If someone wanted to buy diapers - and it didn’t harm anyone else - was there really a need to make a big deal about it? CALM could do greater things, she reminded them. Predatory banks. Shady car salesman. Telephone scammers. Businesses that actually forced their way into people’s lives and caused harm. A handful of members agreed with this. The rest still thought the diaper store was a boil on the ass of the devil. Grace stepped down as the chairwoman and as a member. And as she explained this to the rest of the group, she pissed in her diapers. She had been hoping to do more - but she hadn’t quite reached that level of comfort yet. Second: the remaining members of CALM, with their new spokesman - the loud and boorish Gregory Handscomb - took their argument to the city council, as scheduled. They pleaded their case - Gregory listing the potential concerns he saw with a store that catered to ‘our neighbors inflicted with the curse of infantilism.’ But there were no charts. No studies. No proof of such trauma or troubling behavior in the years since Bottoms Up had opened. It likely would’ve been quickly dismissed anyways, though councilman Hamish Bellenourt still made a point to call out the organization for wasting the council’s time. “We pride ourselves on not being the thought-police,” Bellencourt had said. “And until anyone can show me certifiable proof on how this business adversely affects our city, then I say that this business is a welcome part of our local economy.” There were rumblings within the group that Grace had gotten too close to the owner of the diaper store. He had charmed her, or at least paid her off. Not that it mattered. CALM would be shuttered soon after. -- “What is that?” Harper asked, walking into the kitchen, exhaling the last drag she had taken from the vape. “Dinner,” replied Syd with a grin. “Dinner? Like...you’re cooking?” “I’m growing,” they said. “Trying new things. Finding new and exciting ways to burn my arms with hot cooking oil.” Harper sniffed at the air. “I’m catching notes of...garlic, onions, tomato, basil, and...something I can’t quite put my finger on. It’s stronger - the strongest, really. I want to say it’s foul. Like...absolutely putrid?” “That’s not a very nice thing to say about my cooking,” Syd said with a smile. Harper got closer and kissed Syd on the cheek before orbiting behind them so she could pull open the back of their pants and look inside. Diapers hadn’t been an everyday occurrence between the two. Usually once a week one of two things would happen: Syd would find a diaper waiting for her on the bed after a morning shower; or half a day would pass before Harper realized Syd had surprised her with a little extra bulk in her pants. “Ah, I see the problem,” she said. “You have something else cooking back here.” “I...was going to tell you about that.” “Oh yeah? When? Because I could smell your diaper before I could smell the pot on the stove.” “Who do you think you are?” they asked. “My mommy?” “I think that’s exactly who I am, and you know it.” She wrapped her hands around Syd, leaning in to kiss their neck before playfully swatting the odourous diaper in their pants. “Well I need to watch this pot and make sure it doesn’t burn,” Syd said with a shrug. “It’s not like I can leave it for a diaper change.” “You’re so difficult.” Syd shrugged again. “Fine, finish cooking. But I’m warning you right now, if you’re telling me that you don’t want a diaper change now, you don’t get to come ask me for one later. You’re staying in that stinky thing until I decide you need to be changed.” “Suit yourself,” Syd teased. “I’m sure you’ll want my bottom nice and clean for dinner.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” Harper shot back. “I think it would enhance the mood knowing that you were sitting across the table from me while sitting in your own filth.” “We have company coming over,” Syd said, stirring the deep red sauce vigorously. “That wouldn’t be very nice.” “Normally I’d agree. But this company? I’m sure they’d understand.” “You know, for someone you divorced, I still feel like we see an awful lot of Layne.” “Too much, you think?” “I’m kidding. Though…I definitely feel like you two are closer now than back when you were hitched.” “Life is funny like that,” Harper said, musing on that strange new reality herself. “Besides, the boy needs a Mommy. And Grace is no more a caregiver than he is.” “How do you think they even function when they’re together?” “I just imagine them rolling around on their backs sobbing because nobody’s there to change their diapers. But what do I know?” The house had been sold. The divorce was finalized. But the most extreme changes were the good ones. The friendly ones. The weekends they set aside so that Harper could dote on her favorite babies - all 3 of them. She was just as clueless as Syd was on how Layne and Grace’s dynamic worked, but she had come to terms with the fact that she didn’t have to care. She liked the smaller world she cared about now; the one where she and Syd lived together and were falling more in love everyday. -- “Excuse me, miss?” “Yes?” “I’m looking at these two and...I’m not sure which is better. Do you have any...recommendations?” Effie smiled. “Well, these ones here - The Ultrafluffs - they’re known for being quite absorbent. Quite possibly the most absorbent diaper on the market, as far as ones made for giant babies like yourself go.” The young man - barely out of his teens, with an ill-advised goatee and haircut combination - blushed a little at this remark but said nothing. “If thickness is your thing - or if you’re planning on wearing the same diaper all day - you really can’t go wrong with the Ultrafluff. But these other ones? They may just be my personal favorites.” “Really? W-why?” “The Buttercups are a little less absorbent. A little less thick. But, I mean, it’s still a diaper made for big babies. You’re going to feel that bulk. And you could easily fit a two-liter of Coke in there. Y’know - if you had to. Plus, there’s something about the design that I just really like. It’s cute and innocent and it just feels like...good memories.” “Good memories?” The young man scratched his head. “Or, I have good memories associated with them. Feel free to make your own memories.” “Can I, uhm, ask what your favorite memory of these diapers is?” “You cannot. I admire your boldness though. I’m sure that was hard for you to spit out.” “I’ll...take these,” he said defeatedly, flopping the thick pack of Ultrafluffs up on the counter. She wondered if she could’ve sold him on the Buttercups with a story about getting an enema. “These are probably the better choice for you anyways,” she said. “You look like a baby who wants to stew in his own juices for a while.” It wasn’t until after the young man paid for his purchase and left that Layne turned around. She was impressed that he hadn’t butt in once during that entire transaction. “That was good,” he said. “Though I can’t decide if it’s a perk or not to have my manager insulting the customers.” “He loved it,” Effie said, shrugging. “He’s going to go home and cream his diapers while thinking about me.” “You’re happy with that?” “We sold him some diapers, right? And he’ll be back.” “Fair enough. Oh, and, uh, memories? What memories do you have associated with Buttercups?” “I admire your boldness,” Effie said again with a smile. “But...I just made that up.” It had been months since she had first spent time with Margaret - back when she had ulterior motives and didn’t just want her bottom paddled - and she had yet to tell Layne what had happened. It had been a little bit of a relief to see that it had still mattered in some small way - she liked to think she had contributed to the dissolution of CALM - though time had proven that she cared less about that than she thought she did. She suspected that Layne had suspected something. Maybe he didn’t know exactly what she did, but it was as if he knew that she had helped in some way. He had been nicer to her following that night she threatened to quit. And then, just a month ago, he gave her a promotion to Associate Manager, along with the promise of a budget that would allow for her to hire someone herself - in addition to making a few changes around the store, as she saw fit. “Just a reminder that I won’t be in on Saturday,” she said. “Yeah, that’s right,” he said. “I can take over that day. What were you doing again?” “I just have an appointment.” That usually worked. He never cared for elaboration when the a-word was dropped for fear of stumbling into an awkward conversation about the nature of that appointment. “Right, right.” She made a mental list of the things she’d need to pick up before Saturday. She wanted a new pacifier. Maybe that new onesie with the flower print. Probably another pack of Buttercups too - you can never have too many. “Alright,” he said. “I’m heading out. I’ll be driving down to Morristown tomorrow, and I probably won’t be back in the store until Friday. If you need me, text me. Don’t burn down the store. Don’t let anyone poop in here either.” “Haven’t seen Hanson in months,” said Effie. “A shame too, because I would’ve loved to yell at him again. You know, as a manager.” He shrugged. “Maybe you did such a good job yelling the last time.” “So this Morristown thing is happening?” “We’ll see,” he said. “I like the location, and we’d be getting a pretty good deal on the lease there. I guess I just need to decide how much I want to operate two of these damn stores.” “Well you’re not alone,” she said. “I got your back, no matter what you choose.” “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. Hurry up and say something snarky, or else I’m going to think you’re getting too soft.” “Hurry up and get out of here, Baby-Man. And don’t forget a diaper when you go - it’s going to be a long drive.” “That’s the stuff,” he said with a calmed sigh. -- “I wish you were coming with me,” he said, kissing Grace’s lips. “I wish I was going with you too. But maybe it’s for the best that I’m not.” “You think?” “It’s getting cold out,” she said with a shrug. “So we’d have to keep the windows up. And can you imagine that drive with two full diapers sitting next to each other?” He laughed. “Well, it’s not like you’re doing nothing.” “I’m nervous,” she said. “Really? Why? You’re a great public speaker. I still remember that time I dropped by that CALM meeting and heard you speak. You almost convinced me to hate my own store.” She gave him a playful punch to the arm. “You don’t have to butter me up anymore. You’ve got me.” “I prefer you buttered,” he said. “It tastes better that way.” He kissed her lips again. “Well thank you for the morale boost.” Grace was back to volunteering and speaking about issues that mattered to her. Except her platform had changed a little - this would be the first meeting for AKAF, the Alliance for Kink-Aware Friends, a small group that hoped to advocate for fair treatment of alternate lifestyles. “You’re going to wear a diaper while you speak?” “Should I?” He shrugged. “I’m not saying you have to use it. But I bet it’d make you feel better. I thought I heard that once - the secret to public speaking is to have a secret that nobody else knows. It’s a power thing.” “Well that’s about as much power as a diaper gives you,” she mused. “But let’s talk about tonight.” “Oh right - dinner at Harper and Syd’s?” Layne nodded excitedly. “Never thought you’d be so happy to see them.” “Syd’s cooking, so I’m not as excited for that. But…” “You need some motherly love?” “Don’t you?” She nodded slowly, her cheeks becoming a little rosy. “Let’s pick out some diapers and get ready.” “And you’re going to change your pants too, right?” she asked. He looked down at his heather-grey sweatpants. He smiled and kissed her again. “One of these days,” she said, “one of us is going to have to learn how to grow up a little.” “Why the hell would we do that?” She didn’t have a good answer for that. -- The door opened, jingling the bell. Just one woman. Dark skinned with tight curls atop her head. She looked familiar. “Well, well well,” she said. “If it isn’t Baby-Man himself.” He stood up straight and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t believe his eyes. “Kiwi?” “Kiri,” she said with a smile. “You’re still a smartass, I see.” “We’ve tried everything,” he said. “Drugs, therapy, electro-shock. As it turns out, it can’t be cured.” “Every once in a while, I like to drive by your store,” she said. “I’ll peek in through the front window and see who’s there. It’s always the girl.” “Effie,” he said with a nod. “She’s a manager now.” “Does that mean you’re here even less now?” “That sounds judgmental.” “Good.” “What can I do for you today?” he asked. “I have a need for diapers.” “Well you’ve come to the right place. We have a few here.” “I see that.” “You know, Effie would’ve been happy to have sold you some diapers. You didn’t have to wait for me.” “I got it in my head, I think, that I had to get them from you,” she said, starting to meander through the store, looking at the shelves of diapers and infantile supplies. “Because of my amazing personality?” She laughed and shook her head. “There was something about you that I really liked. That night we met in the bar all those months ago? You told me these humiliating things about yourself in a way that felt so normal. I guess I really appreciated that boldness. It’s something I’ve strived for myself.” “I also might have been tipsy.” “It’s possible.” “Probable,” he said. “Anyways, it’s been a good thing that I haven’t seen you here. I’ve been working up the courage to tell my boyfriend I wanted to experience some fun with diapers. I’ve been dropping little hints here and there, but I don’t think he’s put it all together. And, I thought, for as long as I didn’t see you in this store, I didn’t actually have to buy diapers and show them to him.” “But here I am,” he said. “The day has come.” “Yeah,” she said, laughing to herself. “I guess so. Time to be a grown-up, buy some diapers, and then beg my boyfriend to participate.” “Do you want to try a diaper on?” he asked. She tilted her head a little. “I’m getting the mental image of a communal shared diaper that you let everyone try on.” “I’m sure there’s someone out there who’d like that very much. But, no, I just have a nursery in the back. More of a closet, really. But it’s got enough space for a curious woman to slip into some thick padding and get a feel for it.” “Is the room full of secret cameras?” “Ah damn,” he said. “You know something? I never thought of that.” “The diapers aren’t for me,” she said. “They’re for him.” “Oh?” She pointed to some diapers - the Carnivals. There was a hand-drawn sign next to them, courtesy of Effie, that proclaimed them to be ‘The Best-Sellers!’ “Is this true?” she asked, referring to the sign. “They’re my personal favorites,” he said. “The problem is,” she said, “it’s hard for me to pick out diapers without being able to imagine what they look like on him.” “I could give you a sample or two, if you want. Free of charge. Take them home and have a ball.” “That’s not a bad option,” she said. “Or…” “Or?” “Baby-Man, what do I have to do to get you into a diaper today?”

OK, here we go. We're down to the last few chapters. This one is a little different but it's a step towards wrapping up the story. Chapter 26 Tom woke up to the screeching of his alarm. He rolled out of bed and silenced it. Pausing briefly to stretch, he made his way to the bathroom, used the toilet, and stepped into the shower. As the warm water washed over him he thought about how his time in the sixth grade was coming to a close. At last, he'd be in Junior High. At last, he'd have a chance to be as grown-up as he knew he was. But did he really know that? He shut the doubt down and tried to focus on the future. There was some uncertainty. He didn't know if his mother would take the job in the new town or not, or what exactly waited for him if she did. Nobody seemed to know much about the strange far-away place. Some people said they had different technology than everybody else. But it was hard to know what to believe. With a twist of the tap, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel as he did. He opened his closet and took a moment to select a shirt and pair of jeans. Months ago picking out his own clothes seemed like it would make him feel like a big kid. He'd insisted on it, but hadn't quite worked yet. He'd heard that kids in Junior High started to care about fashion more. Maybe then? A small piece of frayed fabric wafted down from its hiding place in the upper reaches of the closet. He picked it up. Feelings of comfort mixed with shame came over him. Two competing memories he'd wrestled with for years. He looked down the hall and saw no one. He quickly stashed it under his pillow. He dressed and went to the kitchen. “And in other news,” some voice on the TV stated “the fifth anniversary of the erupt...” His mother clicked off the TV to focus on something on her phone. “Good morning hon,” she said as he walked in. “Good morning mom,” he replied as he grabbed a box of cereal. “Have you decided yet?” She shook her head and set down her phone. “What do you think?” He shrugged “I don't know” he motioned toward the TV “Is it true that stuff hasn't affected them cause of that... thing ” She nodded “Yes, they have a sort of shield if you want to call it that.” “Is that why nobody really knows about them,” he asked as he poured out the milk. “Mostly, but I'm sure they're just like everybody else,” she wiped at a stray speck of dirt on the counter. Tom shrugged “Whatever, I'm just glad I'm going to this little kid school anymore,” he rolled his eyes theatrically as though trying to make a point. She smiled “Ah yes, my big junior high schooler,” she looked him in the eye “but enjoy this while you can you might miss it.” “No way. I'm already way too mature for all this,” he said with a dismissive wave. “Of course,” she said, “But just try to enjoy this while you can.” He just rolled his eyes “I'm sure I'll really enjoy it.” He quickly dug into his cereal and tried again to bury his doubts. After a few minutes, he let his spoon clatter into the empty bowl as he grabbed his backpack and hurried for the door. “Bye mom,” he said as he rushed out. “How about a goodbye hug?” She said as the door shut behind him. She sat back down at the table. He seemed determined to grow up. But something about it never seemed quite right. Tom climbed aboard the school bus and shuffled past a gaggle of noisy first graders sitting in the front of the bus. He reached the back and fell into his usual seat near his friend Ethan. “Boy I can't wait to go to a different school than those little runts up there,” he said. “Good morning to you too,” Ethan said chuckling. “Good morning,” Tom sighed “It's just that my mom keeps trying to convince me to be a little kid. Bet things are different when I'm not in the same school as those babies. I was never that immature in first grade.” “Are you sure?” Ethan said, “Didn't you bring that piece of your old baby blanket to school that one time?” “Yeah yeah but...” Tom stammered. Ethan grinned as he continued “You said your mom had cut it out so you could keep it in your pocket. Then all those kids made fun of you.” Tom glared. “Yeah and then I threw it away since I wasn't a baby anymore.” “Sorry, I didn't know you were so touchy this morning,” he put up his hands. “So do you think you're really going to move,” he asked changing subjects. Tom relaxed a bit “Maybe, my mom hasn't decided yet.” “That place sounds really interesting, nobody knows anything about it. It'd be like an adventure,” Ethan opined. “Yeah maybe,” Tom said uncertainly. “At least they don't have any of this,” Ethan said motioning to the haze already obscuring the sun. Tom looked out the window “Yeah I sure hope somebody can fix that.” “I'm still thinking about it,” Karen said into the phone as she puttered about the house before work. “Of course, I'd love to move back,” she collected Tom's cereal bowl from the table and set it in the sink “I'm just not sure how he'd react to the added... challenges.” “They keep saying he'll find his level,” she moved down the hallway “But I just don't know. He seems so determined to be big.” “He used to be like that,” she smiled to herself “He had the little blanket he took around everywhere. When he was starting the first grade I gave him a little corner of it to keep in his pocket. He was so proud of what mommy did he did a show and tell on it. Then he got teased, and it just wasn't the same. Always trying to be grown up.” She wiped away a small tear. “But I don't know. Sometimes it seems like a front.” “That's kind of you to say,” she said composing herself “But I'm sure there's someone else who could do it.” “No, I haven't told anyone” she opened the door to her son's room. “I'll let you know soon,” she slid the phone into a pocket and spent a few minutes straightening out a few things around his room. She turned to his bed and smoothed out the heap of sheets. She picked up his pillow and found a small frayed piece of cloth underneath. She looked at it for a moment before putting it back. She returned to the kitchen and sat down at the table and spent a few minutes lost in thought. She took her phone from her pocket.

“Whoa…” exclaimed Lila. For their first full day in the city the family decided to visit the aquarium, and the girl was in awe at the variety of marine life they had. Lila had always been more of an indoorsy type of person, so she was a little worried when Mom suggested the aquarium - turns out she didn’t need to worry after all, as she was thrilled. It was midday, and the place was packed with other families and schoolchildren. As she bent down a little to view a jellyfish tank, Lila felt the urge to pee. Throughout the day the girl had been freely letting go whenever she felt the urge - and this time she did the same. Without pausing, she started peeing, savouring the warmth of the diaper as she continued looking into the tank. Observing Lila from afar, Mom was glad that she had made the right choice. She, too, had been worried about whether the girl would enjoy the aquarium. While that worry was settled, however, she felt that there was something else that needed to be dealt with. The young girl was dressed lightly today to beat the summer heat - a loose-fitting sleeveless shirt and shorts. The shirt was long enough that it fell under Lila’s waist, and the shorts hid her diaper well enough, but unlike a skirt or dress the tell-tale bulge was very slightly visible if you looked hard enough - the girl herself was worried at first, but eventually the aquarium was much too captivating for her to care about it. Mom, however, noticed that the diaper appeared to be a fair bit more swollen than it was when they had started the day - a sign that the girl was likely very wet. She thought it was probably time for a diaper change - it had been a couple of hours, after all, and the young girl has had plenty to drink so far. “Lila, it’s about time we get you changed, don’t you think?” proposed Mom. The girl, meanwhile, was far too entertained by the fishes to let herself be interrupted by a diaper change. She knew that her diaper was definitely soaked - it was a lot heavier than before, and she was starting to feel the wetness against her skin. But a change right now would interrupt her fun. And there was a show - a dolphin show - that she desperately wanted to catch; it was happening in five minutes so changing now might cause them to miss it. “I’m okay Mom” replied Lila. She was half-lying - she wasn’t sure whether her diaper could hold up to another wetting, but she didn’t feel the urge to pee so she thought she’d be safe for the time being. They proceeded to the large tank where the show was about to begin, and sat themselves down. Lila felt the diaper squish against her as she sat down. I definitely need a change after this, she thought to herself. But I’ll worry about that later. *** The show was every bit as entertaining as Lila expected it to be. It had just ended, and now the family were planning to get themselves some lunch. Lila got off from her seat and began to leave the venue, Mom and Dad following closely behind. As Lila was walking, however, Mom quickly caught up close to her. “Lila,” called out Mom as they continued walking, “you’re leaking. We need to change now.” That statement stunned Lila a little, and she instinctively brought her hands to the back of her shorts to get a feel. Sure enough, she felt some moisture rubbing her hands against her shorts. She made sure to hold her pee during the show, but sitting down had squeezed the diaper, causing the previously-absorbed pee to leak out. As the girl was starting to panic, Mom gently held her hand and followed the signboards to the nearest family restroom. Once inside, she locked the door and helped Lila get her shoes and shorts off. Her shorts were light-blue, but at the back there were two sides that turned darker, where the moisture had begun to seep out. Now pantsless, Lila could see in the mirror that her diaper was indeed very soaked - the entire back of the diaper was now a pale yellow colour. Still standing, Mom untaped the diaper and began wiping, taking care to wipe the areas that leaked as well, before sprinkling some powder and taping Lila up in a new fresh diaper. “Good thing I brought a change of clothes,” said Mom as she pulled out a new pair of pants from her handbag and helped her daughter put it on. “I thought we might end up getting wet today so this would come in handy.” “Thanks, Mom” said Lila as she buttoned up her shorts and put on the shoes. “Sure thing, honey.” replied Mom, who made a mental note to herself to check Lila more frequently.

Part 16 – Change of life Mrs. Riley had another amazing, tasty meal prepared for us. I was placed in my now highchair with my third bottle of the day. (While I was sitting there drinking from my baby bottle, I could not believe that I have had three of them before lunch.) my bib was then put on (Greg watch Mrs. Riley put my bib on and commented that he loves my new bib) and fed me lunch. While I was sitting in the highchair, I soak my diaper without thinking about it much. Jake looked at his watch and announced that he had to be scooting along; he had to pick up some things and go to the general store in town. I asked Greg “do you want to go help Jake?” Greg replied, “Sure … if you don’t mind. They’ve both gone way out of their way for us”. “I agree and I really think helping Jake would be nice, thank you”, I said to Greg. “I’ll take real good care of her while you’re gone”, Mrs. Riley said. “Okay ... We will be back in a few hours then. You two can chitchat for awhile”, Jake joking said. I waved, and then blew a kiss to Greg as they departed. Mrs. Riley removed the tray to let me out of the highchair and at the same time, she slid her fingers under the elastic in my plastic panties. Feels like someone needs to have her diaper change. Na Na carries me over to the changing table and sits me down on it and takes off my nice bubble romper and my t shirt. So, there I was again just sitting there in a wet diaper. When Na Na was done cleaning me up, she put a new t shirt on me and carries me over to a large quilt on the floor and placed me on the quilt placing my pacifier in my mouth and a few (specially chosen) toys on the quilt. Mrs. Riley needed to go use the bathroom, before she left, she said that there was something that she wanted to talk about with me. While I was setting there waiting for her to came back. I started to think about the past three days and where I am at today. If someone would have told me while I was buying my diapers over a week ago for the first time before this trip. That I would be sitting on a quilt in just a diaper and a T shirt with a woman who just change me into a dry diaper, that I did not know until three days ago. I would ask if they had been drinking. Mrs. Riley told me, “Kristen, I was thinking….” I just answered some of her questions but mostly listened to what she had to say. The more she talks, the more I suck and work the pacifier that was in my mouth. All that I could think of was WOW this is big. By the time that Mrs. Riley was done talking, my head was spinning, and I had a lot of thinking to do, and Greg must be involved. This could change our life as we knew it. We must have been conversing for a long time. The boys were back already. We talk for a while and Mrs. Riley told Greg that she had something for him, she walks into her sewing room and comes back out with something in her hands. It was another bib with the worlds daddy’s baby girl on it. I could have just died when I saw it. All what Greg said was he would put it to good use and smiles at me. “Kristen, do you want to go swimming at the lake?” Greg asked. “Oh, I’d love that”, I replied. For some reason I looked over to get Mrs. Riley’s approval. “Sure, you kids go and enjoy yourselves”, was her answer. I told Greg, we need to talk as we went out the door.

I absolutely guarantee that the horse will not care. ?

I have ridden diapered with no problem. we live on a farm and a relative visits and brings his mules with him. We go riding throughout the farm which has a creek we cross in several places. We don't canter or gallop but I find a Confidry 24/7 is a nice cushion in a western saddle. Hugs, Freta

I take your pants and panties off and use some wipes to clean up your bottom

Imprints resort Chapter 2 Months later on Earth a woman stood behind in a navy-blue suit behind a podium. The maple podium had a carving of a bald eagle on it “My fellow Americans no doubt many of you have heard at least in passing of the amazon dimension. I am here to confirm that such a place dose in fact exist. Now while there are indeed places in that dimension that have questionable human rights; there are other place where they have a stricter code of rights. These places still have advanced technology of their dimension with out the threat of loom adoption from the local amazon population. On such place is Northern Caroline. I have been assured that they treat their citizens with the utmost respect and dignity. The have as to be trade partners of ours and set up a resort of sorts in the Apalachin Mountains near the town of Ashville. Both me and the governor of North Carolina thinks this will be a wonderful opportunity to exchange goods and Ideas with our Amazonian neighbor across the portal. Let me introduce to you the first ambassador from the Amazon dimension to earth Mrs. Kelly Whitmore.” Cameras flashed a ten-and-a-half-foot tall woman in a black dress made her way around the corner of the building to the space where the news conference was being held. “Hello there,” she said her voice dripping with a syrupy sweetness “my so many of you came out just to meet me. I wish I could take each one of you home…to show my family how far I have come I am sure little Jessica would be thrilled to meet you. Madam president I am honored to be here. As you have said Northern Caroline is looking forward partnering with the United States and earth in an effort to foster more goodwill between our dimensions. That is why we are working with you and the sate of North Carolina to set up a special resort and shared city here in this dimension. It is our hope that this new business and diplomatic venture proves invaluable to both sides of the portal and that we can share our technology with you as you share your many unique resources with us. Now does any one have any questions.” A balding reporter in a tan suit stood up, “how exactly will this work will this new city be apart of the united states or will it be apart of your amazon country?” Mrs. Whitmore nodded her head “ A very good question dear. Our new resort and town will a part of both. Tax and economy wise any money that comes into the resort will go back to the local, state and federal government while the civil laws around the resort and town will be closer to the ones that would be experienced on the other side of the portal. That way visitors can get the full experience of going through the portal without the cost or unjust fear that some people have my home dimension. Not only that we are working to bring cross portal communication into every home so you can enjoy not only talking to any of your friends or love ones across the portal on any phone but so we can send some of our televised events and shows to you own televisions. A woman with blond hair who look to be in her la twenties stood up “we have heard several rumors form your home dimension how do we know that you not just going to see hordes of baby crazy amazon women into our towns to be carried off and adopted?” Mrs. Whitmore shook her head and tsked, “Frist off young lady it is very bad to be listening to rumors about a place you haven’t visited yourself. Second The adoption process in Northern Caroline is on a voluntary basis. It more closely related to the act of marriage then any thing else. I would also remind you young lady that being prejudiced against a group of people based on where the live is wrong no matter which side of the portal you come from.” The reporter quickly lowered her head and set down feeling like a little girl being corrected by her mom, “yes mom… I mean yes ma’mam” Mrs. Whitmore gave a slight smile at the reporters fumbled response. Maybe I should invite the little dear to the resort to help her feel better I am sure my little Jessica would love to have sister. “That’s Good dear. Now any other questions.” The press conference played aging across the woman’s cell phone. Here pink nails lightly tapping the screen it had been only a month since the press conference but the woman had seen adds for the new resort and town almost as soon a the press conference was over. The leaders of the areas had admitted to letting the Amazon’s build their resort and town way before the press conference and it was mainly used as a away to get the public comfortable with there new guest and neighbors. The refection in her screen showed that she was growing her usual two day stubble on her face. her hair need to be washed and brushed the Chesnutt follicles were looking stringy and lifeless. After all when you on the spectrum and living alone your looks are the last thing you tend thinking about. Looking at the gray fleece of her kitty pajamas she realized that they might need to be washed. Seeing a tomato soup stain on her left sleeve confirmed this. She tried to wrap her Disney princess blanket around her tighter. She amused herself by thinking if an Amazon were to see her right now it would look like she was trying to swaddle herself in a blanky. She clutched her stuffed Cinderella doll a bit tighter as her fingers scrolled through to the next video that she wanted to watch. The blank screen light up as a woman was standing beside a pool. The pool had about four different sized water slides. In the background a woman could be seen going down the slide with what look to be her young daughter. The young kid was even waring inflatable floaties on her arms. They both had huge grins on their faces. The woman in the for ground turned toward the camera, “do you need to get away from the big responsibilities of work or may get out of the humdrum of everyday life. Then come down to imprints resort. Experience Amazon hospitality at its finest her in your own dimension. For one little price of twenty dollars a night you can experience expertly prepared meals from our master chef. There culinary touch can make Colliflower nuggets and macaroni, and cheese seem like a five-star meal. We also have a mini golf course and theater playing the latest Amazon movies. Around town you can marvel at amazon architecture and even visit a fully furnished model of an Amazon house that is an exact replica and one hundred percent the size of an actual amazon house. Be amazed at the many shops and crafts that amazon technology has produce throughout years our most including our new hollow graphic photographs and television. So come see the sights we promises you will feel like a kid again.” The woman finished watching the video as gentle music played in the back ground, “well Mary,” she thought out loud to herself looks like its time for a vacation.

Day 3 Part 13 – Bath Time It was still very dark when I heard Greg waking me. “We’re going now”, he whispered. Greg gently kissed me on the cheek as he headed out the door to go fishing. Mrs. Riley covered me with a blanket then picked me up cupping her hands under my diapers and carried me back to her cabin. I was half asleep and lethargic as Mrs. Riley carried me towards their cabin. About midway back to the cabin, I felt the need to pee. I started to pee and was enjoying the warm feeling, as it moistens my diaper. (OMG I just wet my diaper in Mrs. Riley arms, What the hell was I thinking). When we got to the cabin Na Na laid me down on the changing table and preceded to change my diaper with a skill only a grandmother would have. After the diaper change, Mrs. Riley placed me in her crib and covered me as I dozed back off to sleep. I awoke with the urge to empty my bladder (and I did). Mrs. Riley noticed I was awake and said, “Good morning princess” with a warm smile on her face. “Good morning, Na Na”, I responded through my pacifier. Sometime yesterday afternoon or last night, I must have inflamed my allergies. My nose was running. Mrs. Riley picked up on my condition and wiped my nose and upper lip. “Thanks”, I said. “Let’s get you in the bathtub and I will give you a bath”, she recommended. Mrs. Riley released the side rails and lifted me to the changing table. She removed my nightie, plastic panties and diapers and then carried me to the washroom. I was thinking as she was getting me ready for a bath, I cannot believe that I am letting this happen. She ran and tested the water and then helped me into the bathtub. Once I was sitting in the tub, she lathered up the washcloth and began washing my back and arms. Then she started to wash my front and when she started to wash my boobs, I could feel my face turning red. After she was done with my top half, she asks me to stand up. As I was standing up, Na Na was lathering up the washcloth again. She started with legs first and the closer she got to my vagina, the redder my face got. When she got to my vagina, she spread my knees a bit and starts cleaning the area. After she got done, with washing my vagina area, she asks me to turn around and bend over a bit. So, there I was with my butt sticking out towards her. I could feel the washcloth being wipe all over my butt. The next thing that I know, she is spreading the cheeks of my ass, to wipe there. It seems like she took a long time to clean up my anus! Na Na finishes the bath with shampooing my hair and then rinsed me off. “All clean”, she announced as she dried me off thoroughly. Na Na covered me with the oversized towel then sits me down on the toilet seat. So, there I was sitting on the toilet seat thinking about how I have not used a toilet since I have been here. Wondering how I have come to like what has been happing to me. I have come to like having a wet diaper and the wonderful change’s that come with it. Not too sure about pooping in a diaper. I think one time was enough for me. As I was thinking about what has happen. Na Na had dried my hair and put two ponytails in my hair. She had me stand up as she took off the towel. Na Na told me go out to the changing table and wait for her. As she wanted to clean up the bathroom a bit. As I am walking to out to the table. I am thinking here I am, just got done with being given a bath from Na Na and I am now walking out to get a new diaper and to have Na Na dress me and I am naked as a newborn. What else is going to happen to me? As Na Na walks into room and looks at me, she asks if the baby was readily for her new diaper. As my face turns red, all what I could do was to put my thumb in my mouth and say yes. She walked over and pick me up and laid me down on the changing table. After getting all of the supplies out to get a new diaper on me. She took my thumb out my mouth and reinserted a pacifier into my mouth and proceeded to oil and powder me. The diapers and plastic panties she had washed from my diaper pail were neatly folded on the shelves of the changing table. There were additional diapers as well. Mrs. Riley picked out one of the new diapers. These were very different than the ones I had purchased. The diapers were flat and very pink, and VERY thick, perhaps equivalent to 3 or maybe four of the type I had originally purchased. Mrs. Riley folded the diaper and tightly pinned her new diapers on my bum and covered them with pastel yellow plastic panties. The new diapers were so soft and comfy, almost like wearing a cloud, but very bulky. She then reached for a garment from a hanger in the closet near the changing table. She started to snap the outfit free of wrinkles as I saw this most adorable peach feminine bubble romper made of cotton with an intricate heart and flower embroidery on front and detailing on edges of collar as well as a snap crotch. The romper was sewn "heirloom style" across the waist with rows of delicate French lace at the leg openings, also across the bum. “OMG, that is too adorable”, I blurted out. “It’s beautiful!” “I made that for you yesterday”, she told me. “I thought you’d like it”, she said. “Here, let’s try it on”, she said. She placed the leg opening at my right foot as I held her shoulders for balance, next came the left and then she slips the bubble panty up over my plastic panties. With the thickness of the new diaper, everyone will know that I was wearing a diaper. She slipped on a lap shoulder white tee (the stitching was peach to match the romper) and then carried the ruffled straps of the romper over my shoulders, crisscrossed them in the back and fastened them to the panty part of the rompers. Like the dress she had sewn for me yesterday, I could not remove this romper by myself. Everything fastened in the back. I turned and hugged Mrs. Riley for her again outstanding efforts. “You are the best!” I exclaimed. ” Thank you”, she replied as she picks me up and took me over to the highchair and put me into it. Next thing she says that she had some left-over material and made me my own bib. She took it off the tray and shows it to me and I am sure that I blush some more. She had stitch Baby Kristen on it. As my breakfast was being put together, I was feeling my new diapers and was enjoying the feeling and wondering what they will be like after it is wet. I didn’t notice that Na Na had walk over with my breakfast and a bottle. She asks me if I was enjoying my new diapers. I just smiled and said yes. After she got done feeding me breakfast. She took me over to the playpen. “Let’s get you situated; I’ll bring you back another bottle to keep you content. That way I can attend to a few chores I need to do.” she told me. She slipped matching booties on my feet then lifting me into this large, oversized playpen. I just sat there in a confused state as she returned with a bottle and helped me lay back as she inserted the nipple in my mouth. She also handed me a teddy bear that was one of the many toys inside the playpen. “There, that will hold you”, she proclaimed. As I was sucking on the nipple, my nose continued to run, and I was thinking what the hell is wrong with me.

Part 11 - The Dress I heard Greg returning and it sounded like Mrs. Riley as well. Greg placed the lunch basket on the front porch and entered the cabin. Behind him Mrs. Riley entered with large basket in her hands with the diapers and plastic pants from her washing this morning. She went ahead and put all of them away. Then she pulled a soft pink gingham dress from the basket. It had ruffles everywhere! The old-fashioned style pastel pink gingham checked skirt was overprinted with white hand embroidered eyelet flowers. The neckline, sleeves and attached cotton petticoat were all edged with openwork white eyelet trim. Keeping the full skirt puffed out were two layers of sparkly pink bridal tulle, which was also used to keep the “pouf” in the gathered sleeves. The toddler-style raised waist was trimmed with a smocked and ruffled trim topped off by a delicately embroidered tulip-motif ribbon. The bodice was appliquéd with a trio of red and pink tulips accented by stems and leaves. Fourteen pink paralyzed oval buttons closed the back, and the attached sash was long enough to make a generous double bow. “Kristen, I was up a good part of the night sewing this for you. I hope you like it.” Mrs. Riley said. “Oh, it is so beautiful”, I told Mrs. Riley. She hung the dress on the door and walked over to check my diaper. Let’s get you changed so you can go enjoy your lunch. Mrs. Riley removed my skirt and placed me once again in my usual position for a diaper change. I was really becoming to enjoy her gentle touch and the dry comfort of fresh diapers. After she cleaned me up, oiled and powdered me, she again tightly pinned my diapers on, however this time she pinned on 3 diapers instead of the two I usually wore. Mrs. Riley pulled up my plastic panties and made sure I would not leak by adjusting the fit. She reached for the panties from the ensemble she had created last night. She placed the most adorable rhumba panties over my plastic pants. The fabric was so soft and the endless rows of lace on the bum were so adorable. Next, she slipped the custom-made dress over my head and helped me slip my arms through the sleeves. Mrs. Riley buttoned up the fourteen buttons up the back and fluffed the dress, so it hung evenly on me. “Oh ... don’t you look just darling in that dress” she proudly announced. “Doesn’t she?” she asked Greg. “It’s perfect!” Greg replied. Mrs. Riley attached the pacifier to a clip she had sewn into the dress. Lastly, she tied a pink ribbon in my hair made of the same fabric that was part of my new dress. ‘She’s thought of everything’ I was thinking as I admired the perfection in her work. I turned and gave Mrs. Riley the biggest hug for her efforts. “This is so amazingly beautiful”, I said. “I can’t believe you spent all that time making ME such a darling dress.” You are worth every minute Princess”, she replied. I had no doubts that my ruffled bum was in view for Greg as I had placed my arms over the shoulders of Mrs. Riley. He watched us exchange hugs (and I’m sure that he was enjoying the view). “I haven’t seen Jake all morning”, Greg commented. “Oh, he’s been fishing all morning”, Mrs. Riley advised us. Maybe Jake and you can go fishing in the morning. I’d be more than happy to sit for Kristen if that’s okay?” Greg looked towards me for approval. “Sure, that would be just fine”, I offered. Greg kissed my cheek and said, “Thank you.”

They should just spank her good, and strap her to the potty! ?

Part 10 – The clothesline Greg and I headed for the lake while Mrs. Riley wheeled her cart back to their cabin. I removed the pacifier from my mouth and asked, “Okay, explain to me why I am enjoying this?” I was almost skipping down the trail. “I have tried to explain to you many times that this can be so exciting”, Greg answered. “Tell me deep down that it isn’t a little exciting and it doesn’t feel great”, he said. “I’ll have to admit I haven’t felt this much attention in a long time”, I said. “Actually, I do enjoy it, I guess. I am not sure why … and at times I feel naughty acting like this. It’s all just so confusing, so much has happened so fast”. “Don’t feel guilty about the taboos in the world. Just kick bad and let it happen. Enjoy it … and at any time you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just say so and we will”, Greg said. Greg was so sincere with his thoughts and remarks. I knew he meant every word he said. That I could, at any time discontinue my charade and he would not be upset. The gleam in his eyes and the happy nature of Greg just lured me deeper into his fantasy. I really had no intention of stopping this weekend. It was too sensual and exciting for us both. Every time I thought I had encountered pretty much everything. Something else would slip into our day that made this experience even more intriguing. We again found ourselves in what was becoming our favorite spot overlooking the lake. We just lay in each other’s arms enjoying the surroundings. Once more, I was contently sucking the pacifier not remembering when or how it ended up between my lips. We spent most of the morning just staring at the beauty we were immersed in and talking about all that had happened and sharing our inner most feelings. We eventually started walking. We noticed a trail that took us deeper into the wooded area and followed it aimlessly just looking at all the sites. It was getting near lunch and Greg made sure we were heading in the direction of the cabin. My bladder was telling me I had to wet but my mind ignored it as I flooded my diapers not missing a step. I must have made some sort of sound because Greg commented how erotic it was knowing I was wetting my diapers. As we neared the cabin, I was in shock to see my diapers and plastic panties hanging from The Riley’s clothesline. “OMG!” I said as we entered the immediate camp area. “It looks like Mrs. Riley is almost done with your laundry”, Greg teased. All what I was thinking was, I did not know that I went through that many diapers in just one day. “Greg ... Kristen”, Mrs. Riley called. “Yes Na Na”, I replied. “I have your lunch all packed when you are ready, just come over and pick it up please”, she said. “Okay, be there shortly”, Greg replied. “I haven’t seen Jake all morning”, I commented to Greg. “Maybe the bear got him”, Greg sarcastically replied. I responded with a jab to his tummy. “That’s not even funny”, I said. Greg just laughed off my attack as harmless (which it was). Greg told me he was going over to the Riley’s cabin to get our basket for our lunch excursion and for me “to wait in the cabin …like a good girl”. I just gave him my fake smile and pushed him out the door.

Part 8 – The Change As we neared the cabin, I heard a low grumbling noise from the nearby trees. The branches of the bushes near us were rustling and it sounded like some were snapping. Greg and I froze in our tracks. Greg pointed the flashlight towards the sounds as we saw this enormous silhouette covered with fur just a few feet away from us. It was very tall and looked to be standing on its hind legs. It appeared to have teeth big enough to devourer us with a single bite. I screamed at the top of my lungs as Greg quickly leaped back. During Greg’s attempt to gain distance from the dark furry beast, he accidentally knocked me on my bum. Greg turned off the flashlight hoping not to attract the thing to us whispering and motioning me to keep quiet. I was in utter panic that harm was to come of us both. I sat there on the ground in terror… crying but attempting not to make a sound. Greg planted himself to fend off the attack of the beast. He hovered over me to protect me. “CHARLEY … get back,” a voice yelled from behind the hairy creature. The animal quickly fell on all fours and scurried away from us. Jake appeared from the bushes and asked us if we were okay. “What the heck was that?” Greg asked in a scared but under control voice. “Oh … that’s Charley … he’s been hanging around these woods for years ... He’s harmless,” responded Jake. “I haven’t seen Charley around for a few weeks and never thought to caution you about him. I’m very sorry”, said Jake. I rambled unrecognizable slurred speech attempting to explain to Jake what had just happened. Another flashlight was coming towards us from the direction of the cabins. “Is everybody okay?” She asks. “Well… missy here seems a little shook up, Charley just put a little scare into the kids”, Replied Jake. The woman grew closer. “I am so sorry” she said, “Jake should have told you about Charley. He is as harmless as they come but his size can sure scare you if you do not know about him. I’m Mrs. Riley, Jakes wife.” I sat there on the ground babbling and now crying from the incident. “There ... there honey, everything is just fine. I can imagine that Charley frightened you both. I’m very sorry.” She knelt down beside me and hugged my shaking body. Mrs. Riley was a large, framed lady with her hair up in a bun. She looked like a twin to Aunt Bea from Andy of Mayberry, (the clothes and all). Mrs. Riley attempted to help me gain my composure along with helping me to my feet. Greg and Jake helped as well. “Let us just get you back to your cabin and freshened up. I have the most scrumptious apple pie and some apple cider I would like to offer you. It will help you calm down” she said. With Mrs. Riley on my left and Greg on my right holding me close, I was led back to our cabin. Jake was in front of us guiding us safely back to the cabin. It was at that moment that I remember that I was not wearing anything over my diaper and realized my diapers were soaked and soiled for anyone to see. I must have lost all control during our encounter. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed. As we approached our cabin door Mrs. Riley said, “why don’t we get you freshen up? “WE” I though? “Jake, fetch the pie and cider while these kids settle down.” Greg and Mrs. Riley helped me to the chair in our cabin. When I sat down in the chair, I could feel the poop move both up the front and up the back of my diaper. I was so humiliated, and I did not think that I could get any more embarrass. Although our cabin was neat and tidy, the Juvenile apparel I had so carefully picked out was in obvious view all around the room (as well as my bottles). “Dear, let’s get you out of that stinky diaper into a nice clean one”, Mrs. Riley said. I looked into her eyes in disbelief. I’m not sure if I was still in shock from the scare or just mesmerized by the idea that this woman intended on changing my very messy diaper, but I just followed her lead as if I had been hypnotized. I looked over at Greg as he shrugged his shoulders not knowing how to deal with her actions as well. She took me over to the crib and lowed me on to the pad and went to the kitchen filling a mixing bowl with warm water. Mrs. Riley returned with the bowl and a washrag. “It’s okay dearie, I’ve changed many a diaper in my lifetime. You just lay still and let Na Na get you all cleaned up.” “Na Na is what my grandchildren call me”, Mrs. Riley told me. Her touch was soft and caring. I could see she meant no harm and had no ill thoughts of my attire or that was she the least bit apprehensive of changing my wet and messy diaper. Mrs. Riley carefully removed my print plastic pants and started to unpin my diapers. I could not believe that smell that came from my messy diaper after Mrs. Riley remove my Plastic pants. It was like Mrs. Riley never even notice the smell. I am sure that my face was bright red and was I ever dying from embarrassment. Next thing I know is that she is separating my knees and as she was pulling the front of the diaper down, she is also using the front of the diaper to clean the poop off my vagina. When she got that area clean, she grabs ahold of my ankles and lifted them up and push my legs back to my boobs. Putting my poop cover bottom on full display (I am sure that she wrapped the wash rag around a finger and put it up my bottom to clean it out) and cleaned my bottom area with a skill only a grandmother would have. She asked Greg to fetch her some fresh diapers and plastic panties as she concentrated to be sure I was cleaned up. I felt almost paralyzed as she lifted my legs again to center the diapers under my bum. She asks Greg where the diaper rash lotion was. The look on Greg face was priceless. It had a look of the last thing that I thought she was going to do was to poop herself. All what Greg could come up with was that we left it at home. Mrs. Riley looks at Greg with a disappoint look and said do not worry about it I have some at home that I can let you use. I was thinking that this woman is expecting me to mess my diaper again, there was no way in hell that is going to happen. Mrs. Riley started to apply baby lotion all over my bottom and then she moved up to my vagina, after just a few seconds of her rubbing the lotion around my vagina, I wanted to tell her to stop. I was starting to get turn on again and that was the last thing that I wanted. Next, she started with the powder, and again I needed to have her stop what she was doing. Luckily, she stops in time before I got to a point of no return. She pinned my diapers tightly with the diaper pins and then slid the plastic panties over my feet and up to my knees. She again lifted my bum to pull the panties up and made sure the diapers were completely covered by the plastic panties. (at least Greg had brought plain pastel pink plastic panties and not my fancy or printed ones). “Okay … there ya go sweetie. Clean and dry.” Mrs. Riley took my dirty diapers into the rest room and rinsed them out in the toilet. Returning to the room, she placed them in the garbage pail we were using as a diaper pail. Neither Greg nor I had said a single word since we had reentered the cabin. Jake knocked on the door as he entered the cabin with a tray containing the pie and a jug, which had to be the cider. The aroma of the pie smelled yummy. Mrs. Riley told us that because of the incident with Charley she would refund all of our money as well as give us a free weekend anytime we could find the time to return. She felt that it was only fair to show us that our comfort and enjoyment of the camp was more important than the money. “If we can’t have happy customers, we wouldn’t have dedicated our lives to this place” she stated. “That includes your food and beverages, and I will be by in the morning to wash the contents of the diaper pail, and I won’t take no for an answer. It’s the least I can do for you after what you’ve been through.” Mrs. Riley picked up the bib from the highchair and started to put the bib around my neck as I flinched to her approach. “I can only assume all of these things are here for a reason” she stated as she pushed my hands away with her wrist and continued to tie the bib on me. She lifted me into the highchair like I was a rag doll and proceeded to buckle me in and locks the tray. Mrs. Riley brought over the pie to the table and asked Greg to fill the 3 glasses with cider. ‘Wait, there are four of us here I was thinking to myself.’ Mrs. Riley answered my confusion with the bottle she was holding for Greg to fill next. Mrs. Riley sat in the chair next to me and took my hand. Jake took Greg’s and they both lowered their heads. Mrs. Riley asked, “Greg, could you please hold … what’s your name dear?” she asked as she looked towards me. “Kristen”, I replied. “Oh, what a darling name, now Greg, hold Kristen’s hand so we can give thanks for our food”. We all bowed our heads as Mrs. Riley blessed our food in prayer. “Amen”, we all responded to when she had ended. Mrs. Riley put a small portion of pie on a spoon and started to feed me. I’m sure the look of shock on my face was priceless. Plus, here I was sitting in a highchair with just a diaper and a t-shirt on, with a bib, thinking I just had a woman that I didn’t know until tonight change me out of a wet and messy diaper. I just knew that the next three days could not get any stranger then what has happened today. How wrong I was with that thought. She rambled about how she enjoyed cooking and that most of her recipes were in the family for years. ‘OH NO, she’s worse than Jake’ I was thinking to myself. Mrs. Riley continued to spoon-feed me as she and Jake took charge of the conversation. Greg seldom had any chance to respond with the two of them controlling the conversation. And I was not sure if I was allowed to be involved in the discussion. I just took each spoonful Mrs. Riley placed to my lips. When I had finished, Mrs. Riley cleaned my face and hands then removed me from the highchair and carried me over to the rocking chair. Nestling me in her arms, she placed my bottle to my lips, and I started to suck on the nipple. She never missed a beat. She just continued to talk about everything under the sun, feeding me my bottle as if I were one of her grandchildren. I could not believe that here I am laying in a woman’s arms, wearing a diaper, and being feed a baby bottle. “Good girl ... You drank it all”. “Well … we’ll let you kids get some rest” as she picked me up gave me a big hug and kissed me on the forehead. “Goodnight Greg, night night Kristen” she said as she headed for the door. “Goodnight and thank you Mrs. Riley” I said”. “Please call me Na Na” she asked. Greg and Jake said their goodbyes as well as Jake closed the door behind him. “Care to tell me what just happened?” I asked Greg in uncertainty. “Well, I think you have two new Grandparents” he said with this most content look on his face. “OMG, this is insane”, I said. “I know” Greg replied. “I couldn’t have planned this any better. Each part of the day just keeps getting more awesome.” Greg gave me another one of his passionate kisses that took me off my feet. He carried me to my crib and laid me down. Greg went to the dresser and returned with a new pacifier (I have no clue what happened to the one I was so contently sucking when that monster from the bushes appeared). Greg covered me up with a blanket, kissed me goodnight, placed the pacifier in my mouth then gently started to rub my plastic panties.

@Kif@Little Sherri @Enthusi@Beccathelittle@Evelyn Dellcerro@Transfusionelle@DailyDi @AwakenEvil@Elfy I also don’t want to detract from Becca‘s thread, nor do I want to clog up others threads with information that is not relevant to the topic at hand. To that end, I will probably post my own “journeys thread“ very shortly. It is my hope however, that because I have had my particular “ struggles with what I deal with“ that people don’t think any less of me. There are many things that are on my mind, and many of them have been spinning around in it for weeks. We all are here because we are either started our journey, continuing our journey, or we have accepted ourselves for who we are, and our journey has changed, or something has happened to each of us to make us realize that we must make choices that make our lives better. I can assure you however, that my struggle is “real” and there’s not a “desire”. I do have “desires”, and I have feelings, and have struggles with those feelings for years, but I do deal with incontinence on a daily basis, and have had to come to the realization that the best thing that has for me is to go 24 seven with diapers, I have made that decision after dealing with incontinence, accidents, IBS, diverticulitis, and the fact that I have not been able to sleep very well for a long time. What I post is something that I share with you all, because I believe that it will help others, and each of us is on our own journey, and as such we can help others as they progress through the journey, because each one of us starts down the same road, and it is straight for a while, but after a while it might diverge, and we might go down to short cuts, and we might take the long way around, but eventually, the road Stops right here, at daily diapers, at Mikey’s front door, and we have a lot of stories and other types of information that we can share with others. It is always been my intention to be as helpful and as open and honest as I possibly can. Sometimes, we all disagree with what someone says, or whether someone is being honest, but I can be 100% open and honest by telling you that what I am telling you is the gods honest truth. Daily diapers is the one place that I feel safe, and the one place that understands exactly what we go through. To that end I will continue to help people who need assistance or guidance, or just to talk to someone who has been down the road people have been traveling. We all start at the beginning of the road, we run into bumps in the road, we go around the bumps in the road, we run into good people that can help us: everyone has their struggles and their stories to tell, and it is my hope that through the forms, we can enrich someone else’s life by telling them the struggles that we face or face or continue to deal with on a daily basis, and have people understand that diapers are not just for those who are incontinent, they are for those who wish to wear them, who have medical reasons for wearing them, and sometimes they are for psychological or comfort reasons, and we should not diminish the reason for someone wanting to wear them. Whether you be an adult baby, a diaper lover, or whatever it is that you identify as, we all share the same thing in common: we wear diapers for whatever reason, that’s why we are here. I ask that people remember to be respectful of everyone’s desires and everyone’s struggles, also remembering that there are people who are disabled, who are incontinent and deal with this on a daily basis, and that is also a reason people wear diapers: if there’s one thing I’ve learned about this place, it is that we are tolerant of peoples opinions, or their beliefs, or what they think, and as far as I’m concerned, this is home, the one place that I can feel comfortable discussing things that I used to think were things that were not discussed. if I was to place my journeys thread here on the system, where should that be? Brian

Chapter 6 Satyana and Shaelyn watch the tv as the robot started to feed Keeva in her high chair. 'What are we gonna do about the robot?' Asked Shaelyn 'I don't know, even if we turn it off we can't take care of our mummies' said Satyana The robot took Keeva off the chair and put her in the playpen, then it went to the kids, 'ok kiddies! It's homework time' 'But we don't have homework!' Complained Shaelyn but the robot switch the channel to a kids channel and force the kids to the big table to do some studying. As the kids began to write a baby's cry came from the baby monitor, 'oh looks like nap time is over' it said as it began to roll to the nursery. Cobie open her eyes as she sees her son crying. 'Oh sweetie' she try to say but she just said 'goo ga gaga' she close her mouth and try to sit up but she can't. Oh no! She thought, it wasn't a dream! She started to smell a foul diaper as she feels a wetness on her vagina. She manage to look down and sees a bright yellow spot on her diaper. Oh no! I went pee pee! She turn her away and came face to face to a big dirty diaper. She notice Alyson was sitting in the crib with her messy diaper to Cobie's face. Cobie gagged as Alyson just sat there giggling. The door open and the robot rolled in, opening the curtains to let the sun shine through. 'Nanny!' Squealed Alyson 'Nanny I made poopy!' Combine gaped at her friend, what's wrong with her? Why is she acting like this? The Nanny just lift Alyson up and Cobie could see her diaper sagged as it is almost off her butt. 'My someone is a little poop machine' it said as it carried the giggling Alyson to the change table and Started to change her diaper. Cobie just helplessly watch as her diaper was removed and threw in the diaper pail. Alyson just suck her thumb as her privates were wiped and powdered then had a new clean diaper slid under her and taped right up. Alyson sat up to admire her new diaper, 'hehehehe diapeeeee!' She squealed as she was put on the ground, then the robot came to her son and lift him up. 'Awwww and who's this?' It started to scan 'no name eh? Well how about we get you in a new diaper then in your rocking crib' it then started to change his diaper. Cobie started to throw a tantrum as she whimpered and sobbed, it's not fair! I should be taking care of my son! Not some robot! She then cringe as her tummy began to rumble. Oh no, don't tell me I'm gonna..... PHRIFFFT!! Cobie wailed as her diaper began to fill up with her poop. Once the robot finish it detected the smell and put the boy in a pram. Alyson just laughed at Cobie, 'Poopy baby! Poopy baby!' She chanted, making Cobie cry louder, feeling her poop mush up against her butt. The Nanny lift her up and started to rock, 'It's ok, shhhhhh!' It cooed as it put her on the change table. Cobie sobbed as her plastic pants were removed, and her diaper unpinned and open up, blowing the cold air on her messy privates. This must be what a baby feels, she wondered as the diaper were removed and her ass getting wiped. As her legs were in the air, Cobie looked at her feet, especially her toes, as they wiggle, Strange, why do I have the urge to put them in my mouth? She started to reach for it, as the nanny left to get a new cloth diaper, Cobie grab her foot and stuck the toes in her mouth. No! I can't do this! But she felt such pleasure from it, once the nanny returned it pull her foot out and slid the cloth under her butt. Cobie looked up at the mobile, making sweet music as she calm down and started to drool. Then once her diaper was pinned, the robot carried her, her son and Alyson to the living room. Satyana and Hsaelyn started doing maths when they saw the robot return with their mothers, they both drop their jaws as Cobie was in just a cloth diaper and Alyson was in a disposable diaper. The robot put Alyson in the playpen with Keeva while it put the son in a small portable crib. Seeing there's not another one for Cobie it made a clone of the crib and turn it bigger, laying Cobie in the soft pink pillows and have her a paci. Cobie suck when her crib where placed next to her sons, so she could see her little boy sucking on a paci, unaware of what's happening outside. Satyana walked off the chair and went to the playpen to check on mummy, who was laughing as she played toys with Keeva. 'Mummy?' She said as Alyson look at her, 'mummy are you ok?' Alyson giggled, 'me no mummy silly! Me Alyson!' She blew a raspberrie at her, Satyana step into the playpen and kneel Infront of her mummy, 'you are not a baby' she said 'you are a big girl' but Alyson just giggled, Satyana pouted as she stood but the nanny grab her arm. 'You are not suppose to be n there!' It yelled 'you are not a baby!' But then it did a memory check in her databanks. It has found no file on Satyana so it scan her. Scanning: Satyana: age: 2 years: needs protection for accidents It held Satyana as they went into the nursery, Shaelyn followed but the door was lock. She could hear Satyana screaming, Shaelyn put her stranger against the door but couldn't. Then the door open by the nanny as it gave her a scan. It check the photo she was given, realising that Shaelyn was two in that picture and grab her too. Once in the nursery Shaelyn saw Satyana on the ground, her long sleeve spiderman shirt was still on but she is now wearing a diaper, with her pants discarded with their mothers clothes. Shaelyn was laid the table, she close her eyes hoping its a bad dream but she could still feel everything. Once she open them her pants were gone, replace by a big baby's diaper. 'Process complete!' It said as it took the girls outside and into the playpen. They sat there crying as Alyson lift up Shaelyn's shirt. 'Hehehe you baby now' she laughed, making Shaelyn pull her shirt down. Keeva was confused, why everyone wearing diapees? Are they babies too? She stared at her mummy's bare breasts as she got thirsty and went towards her. Alyson was surprised when Keeva try to grab her boobie, the nanny lift Keeva up, 'baby's hungry, beginning feeding protocol' it's chest start to move as rubber boobs appear, and Keria started to suck. The kids stare in shock as Alyson started to pout, 'me want baba!' She yelled, the nanny saw her and extend a arm to grab her. The kids watch as Alyson and her daughter began to suck on the robots artificial breasts. Cobie couldn't see anything as she can't sit up. What is going on out there? What happen to Shaelyn? The robot continue to feed them when it pull them off. Keeva burped as she was set down, Alyson was place over its back and it started to pat it's back. Alyson let out a burp as she spit up a little milk. 'Feeding done' it said as it stood up, put Alyson on the ground and grab Cobie's son, Cobie watch as it started to breastfeed him. That's my job! Cobie screamed in her head, she started to sob as it went back to the couch. Shaelyn could see her mummy's legs waving in the crib. 'Hey I think mummy's needs help' she said but she turn to see Satyana playing with the baby toys, 'what are you doing?' Satyana turned, 'playing of course' she said with a smile, 'come join me!' Shaelyn looked at the stuff bunny to her mummy crying in her crib, 'well, I guess it wouldn't hurt' she decided as she took the bunny and they play in the playpen together. Alyson was crawling around gurgling as she notice the tv, which is playing Teletubbies, she smiled as she sat on her butt and watch, Keeva waddle and notice the show and join her.

Chapter 5 While Billie Piper was being forced into her second babyhood, Somewhere in LA, Alyson Hannigan was visiting Cobie Smulders in her back yard while they little girls play on the play set Cobie has. 'Awwwww your little boy is so cute!' squealed Alyson picnhing his cheek, 'what's his name?' 'We're still deciding' said Cobie 'It just so hard taking care of him and Shaelyn all the time, I need time to myself you know?' She got up and walk into the house to put her son in the crib to take a nap. Alyson watch her girls play, when she remembered something she saw on the tv the other day. 'Hey Cobie!' she yelled walking into the kitchen where Cobie was, 'How about we get you a Robot Nanny?' Cobie raise her eyebrows, 'You mean those robots that acts like a nanny?' 'And also a babysitter' Cobie bit her lip, 'Well I don't know, I don't exactly trust a cold machine to take care of my kids' Alyson grinned as she pull out her phone, 'It's easy, just order one and they'll come straight away, that way we can go out and live life!' she dialed the number and call the service. 'Hello This is Alyson Hannigan, can you send a Nanny here? Thank you!' she hung up 'So what did they say?' asked Cobie 'One will come in ten minutes' she replied then the door bell rang, 'wow that was fast' she walk towards the door. Cobie felt uneasy as Alyson open the door and a robot nanny rolled in. Cobie stared at it, it has a face of a woman and wore a nanny outfit. Alyson looked it over as she read the manual. 'Ok it said we need to put in a photo of the kids' speaking of the kids, Satyana, Keeva and Shaelyn walked in the house and saw the robot. 'Cool a robot!' exclaimed Shaelyn as she and Satyana looked at the robot, Keeve just waddle to mummy as Alyson picked her up, 'yes, she will take care of you cutie wooties' she cooed, Cobie grab a photo of her and her two children and upload it into the robot, 'hope this works' the robot began downloading the information. Shaelyn: age 7 Newborn baby arrived: checking name: Cobie Smulders it scan Cobie with a beam, Cobie stepped back as it download information. 'woah what's it doing?' 'I dont't know' said Alyson, she step back with the kids as the robot finish downloading. Warning: Newborn needs to be fixed: activating ray beam A big laser zapped Cobie, Alyson screamed as the kids hid behind her as they watch Cobie fell to the ground. Cobie laid on her back as she feels her teeth retracting into her gums, leaving no tooth, then her tongue thicken as she could feel her pubic hair shrinking into her skin. She try to run but she couldn't move, her belly became bloated as her belly button peek out of her shirt. Once the beam stop Cobie was waving her arms and legs like a newborn, babbling to Alyson to help her. Alyson held her baby girl tight as Cobie was babbling, drool running down her mouth. 'Goo ba ba gagaggooo!' she babbled, Shaelyn kneel next to her, 'Mummy what happen?' she asked, Cobie whimpered as the Nanny picked her up. 'Now let's get you into a nice new diaper' it said as it carried Cobie away, with her screaming and crying. Alyson put Keeva down, 'ok stay here while I get Aunt Cobie out of here' she said as she carefully followed the robot to the nursery. Alyson carefully peek through the door as she sees the Robot at the change table and Cobie's long bare legs struggling as the Nanny remover her bra and threw it on the ground along with Cobie's panties, pants and shirt. 'This is sick!' whispered Alyson but she is getting a bit turned on seeing her friend like this. The Nanny then roll over to where Cobie keeps the cloth diapers, Alyson could see obie laying naked on her son's table sucking on her son's pacifier. Cobie look bloated with her big belly and big breasts, Alyson watch as the Robot enlarge a cloth diaper and went to Cobie, who shook her head and try to beg the robot to change her back. But the Robot just cooed and lift up her butt and slid the cloth under her. Alyson snuck through and crept behind the robot as it powder Cobie's ass, There must be a deactivation switch, she thought as she was behind the robot. She looked at the neck when two arms appear out of her back and lift her in the air. 'Let me go you tincan!' screamed Alyson as it held her by her armpits, she was wearing her tank top so she feels the cold metal hands. Cobie started to sob as her son's cloth diaper was pulled between her legs and over her vagina, being pined at the side with two blue pins for each side. 'There! all nice and snug' it said as it pulled plastic pants over the diaper, encasing Cobie in her own hot plastic pants. It lift her up and lay her next to her son. The robot enlarge the crib so it could fit her in. Cobie looked next to her at her son sleeping peacefully. She hug her son and hoping this is all a bad dream. Alyson watch as Cobie nodded off to sleep, sucking a paci as the robot turn towards her and began to scan her. Name: Alyson Hannigan: Age: Scanning: Alyson seems to be crying and struggling: Age: Caculating: 12 Months: activating Ray Beam The beam shot out of it's mouth as it hit Alyson, she fell to the ground as she couldn't move her legs. She feels her teeth retracting till there were only a few left. She pulled her sweat pants and her panties to watch her pubic hair evaporated, leaving her bare. 'Oh no!' she said in a lisp voice as her hair grew an inch shorter. Alyson then realise her memories are being erased. 'NO!' she yelled but all her memories of being an adult, teen and child were gone, all she had were memories of her as a baby. Alyson smiled as she looked at the pretty lights. The beam stop as Alyson looked up at the robot. 'Mummy?' she asked The robot just picked her up and lay her on the table. Alyson looked around, this isn't my nursery she though as her pants were pulled off, along with her pretty pink panties, then her shirt and bra join the pile of clothes on the floor, leaving her in her birthday suit. The nanny went through Keeva's diaper bag and pull out a disposable diaper, which it enlarge to fit Alyson. Then it slid the diaper under her butt and powder her hairless privates. Alyson was soon encased in her daughter's diaper. The nanny picked her up and tickle her bare belly, making her laugh. 'Coochie coochie goo' it said as she laugh, then she was laid in the crib next to Cobie. Alyson yawned as she nodded off to sleep with a pacifier placed into her mouth. The robot left them to have a nap while it rolled back to the living room. Shaelyn Satyana and Keeve watch the robot roll around, probably looking for Shaelyn. 'What happen to my mummy?' Asked Satyana 'Maybe we should check on my brother, see of he's alright' said a worried Shaelyn as they carefully crept past the robot, leaving Keeve to play happily in her playpen. The girls quietly walked into the nursery to hide, but they soon notice their mothers sleeping in the crib. 'Shaelyn look' said Satyana as she walked to the bars and pull back Alyson's diaper and snap it back, making a crinkle sound. Alyson just slept peacefully, her pack fell, leaving a line of drool running down her lips. 'The robot must have turn them into babies' said Shaelyn as she saw her mummy open her mouth to snore, showing her gums and drool. She also notice the cloth diaper on her under her plastic pants, and it has a yellow colour on it. 'Satyana look!' She pointed 'she just pee her diaper' 'So what do we do?' Asked Satyana then metal arms appeared and lift them both in the air. 'What do you think your doing?' Asked the robot as it held them in its arms, 'the babies need to sleep, so leave them to enjoy their nap' it then carried them out of the nursery, with the two girls kicking and struggling. Alyson and Cobie slept peacefully as they began to fill their diapers.

Chapter 4 Billie laid on a nice soft blanket in the playpen, sucking on a pasi. She been trying to stand but keep waving her arms and legs, It's no use! she thought, I can't do anything! she continue to suck on her pasi, trying to sooth her teethless gums. She then spot Winston coming over to the playpen wearing his pyjamas. Billie spat the pasi out as he try to call out to Winston 'Ga ga gooo bla!' She babbled as she try to reach for her son, Winston just open the playpen and pick Billie up. Billie, surprised by her son's sudden strength, was carried to the couch and sat on Winston's lap. 'Mummy how long are you gonna stay like this?' asked Winston 'goo ga ga googoo' Billie try to talk but her gums continue to hurt, so she put her thumb in her mouth and started to suck on it. BIllie smiled as the pleasure swarm over her. Winston watch as his mother suck her thumb, Is mummy really my newborn sister? he thought. He notice Mummy diaper was turning yellow. 'ewww! Mummy you went pee pee!' Billie pulled her thumb out as she looked down at her crotch and sure enough. She had peed her diaper. No no nononono! Please no! she thought as she started to choke up, she started to cry as the Nanny came into the room and lift her up. 'Ok it's time for Billie's bedtime it said as it carry her into the nursery. Billie sniffed as she look around. The robot had made some changes. Next to Eugene's crib is an even bigger crib! The change table is now big enough to fit her and packets of adult diapers can be seen next to the regular diapers. Billie was place onto the table as her wet diaper was removed. She notice sadly that her pubic hair has been removed, Billie started to cry as the wet wipe touch her virgina. As soon as a clean diaper was put on her, the Nanny pulled out a pink footed sleeper. It put her legs through the hole and her arms into the sleeves, then the sleeper was zipped up. Billie looked at the mirror, her short hair ruffled and dress in the pink sleeper, she hung her head and cried as she was laid into the big crib. 'Rock a bye baby, on the tree top' Nanny started to sing as it tuck Billie in her blanket. Billie try to ignore it but she started to get tired. A pasi was put into her mouth as BIllie fell asleep. Billie woke up groggily as she rub her eyes. wow what a bizarre dream, she thought as she open her eyes to the hug bars surrounding her. Billie gasp as she try to sit up but she doesn't have the strength, she looked down to her footed sleeper and smell something awvul like a dirty diaper. Oh no! she quickly slid her hands under her ass and felt the poop mushing against her butt. Billie started to cry as the Nanny rolled in, the sound of the cartoons on the tv as Billie was lifted up. 'Time for baby's diaper change!' it said as it started to change her diaper on the table. Her sleeper was removed as her diaper was untaped and removed. Billie had her legs lifted up as her ass started to wiped. Billie wiped her nose as the robot finish wiping her ass. 'all clean!' it announced as it picked the naked Billie up and carried her to the bathroom. 'Time for a bath!' it said as it put Billie in the bath, holding her with an extra hand as it started to wash her. Billie wimpered as the nanny washed her privates and her breasts. Billie suck her thumb as the robot washed her hair and scrub with with shampoo. The she was lifted out of the tub and carried to the living room. She was laid into the playpen as a new diaper was taped around her waist. Eugene was in the playpen as he started to tickle Billie's tummy, making her laugh. 'tehehehe' giggled Billie as her son continue to tickle her. Winston came over as Billie started to play with Eugene, Winston smiled, he has never seen mummy this happy, maybe it is good that she was a baby again, Billie laughed as Eugene tickled her tummy, maybe being a baby isn't so bad, she thought, I get to play with my children all day with no responsibilities, Winston came over to the playpen holding a stuff piggy 'Look at the piggy!' he said waving the pig, Billie smiled as she held her arms up, 'piggy! piggy! teheheh!' she giggled as Winston continue waving the piggy, The Nanny watch the three children play in the living room. 'Children are happy and safe' it said as it rolled over to the children. 6 months later Laurence Fox entered his home, 'Honey kids I'm home!' he called out but he then saw the robot nanny 'Father has returned home!' it said 'This unit has completed it's objective in taking care of your three children' 'three?' said Laurence confused at the robot infront of him 'powering down now, re-activated when needed' it then shut down, Laurence walk quickly past it as he found her kids sitting in the living room watching Bugs Bunny. 'Hi daddy!' they called out, Laurence smiled, good thing they are safe, 'boys where's your mother?' he asked but they just looked confused 'Mummy's gone' said Winston 'The Nanny just took care of us' he pointed to the nusery 'and Baby Billie' Laurence looked at the open nursery, 'Baby Billie?' he walked into the room as a nursery rhyme was playing. He notice how the room change, with one side blue and the other pink, with a huge crib in the pink side. He hears laughter as he looked into the crib.... 'Billie?' Billie Piper looked up at her husband, her hair tied into tiny pig tails, drool running down her mouth as she smiled at her lover. 'Daddy!' she called out holding up her hands, Laurence looked at his wife, laying in the crib, her stomach was bloated so she look kind of fat, she look like an overgrown baby! 'Oh Billie, what happen to you?' he asked as he picked up Billie, she just giggled as Laurence gagged 'goo ga blabla' said BIllie as she went poopy in her diaper.