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Sorry for the wait, here’s the next chapter! I have the following chapter done so it won’t be so long in between this time. Soooooo… I didn’t go to Cap for a number of reasons, a big one being that I wouldn’t know anybody there, but at least I got some writing done. Also… totally unrelated, really… Um… be my friend? ?? ?? I even made a twitter even though I don’t understand social media at all! I’m really confused by the way it is formatted and literally 99% of it**, but I’m there! I’m really trying to meet more people in the community so I can be a part of it and also maybe keep loving this side of myself instead of trying to push it away like I have in the past. @AndTheChips1 Part 12: “Okay then, sweetie, let’s get your spanking over with then and you can go get cleaned up and changed”, Mia said, and Paige was nodding before she fully understood what had been said. “W-wait, I said sorry! You said you forgave me!” she practically shrieked, thinking that maybe she had made a big mistake trusting Mia to have pure motives. She felt like she had been tricked all of a sudden. “I know that, Paigey”, Mia said simply, and Paige jumped in again, asking in a high and quick whine, “then w-why did you say you’re gonna… you knooooow?” Did Mia not see the unfairness here? She said sorry! She was forgiven! Problem solved! What gives!? “Paigey, I know you’re sorry, I really do. And I really do forgive you. But you need a consequence because you need to remember that it isn’t okay to act like that or speak like that or to hit when you’re embarrassed or cranky, and when you say sorry it doesn’t undo the fact that you did”, Mia explained, as though trying to explain to a defiant toddler why the sky was still blue even when they closed their eyes. And as much as she wanted to throw the red-light thing back at Mia, she nibbled on her bottom lip, realizing that everything she was saying made complete sense. She had thought saying sorry had fixed things, but it was true that she couldn’t unsay anything or take back slapping Mia’s hand. She felt a pit in her stomach, felt lost in this new sense of reality. Was she always this shortsighted? How could she be so rude and childish? Is that how she came across in the world… like a bratty little kid? She didn’t want that, she wanted to be seen like… like… like Mia, she thought with surprise. “B-but why a s-sp… a…”, she whined defeatedly, already following as Mia sat and pulled her forward towards the couch by the hand. “A spanking?”, Mia asked, looking now up at Paige. It was strange to be the taller one, if only by a little. She nodded meekly. “Because I think that will help you remember better than anything else and then you can let it go and relax. You’ll feel better after it’s over, I really think so. Plus I need to get back to work, and I don’t trust you to stay in timeout all by yourself”, Mia smiled through the last part, clearly half-joking. Only it wasn’t a taunting and belittling smile, but rather a conspiratorial tease. An inside joke. She even booped Paige in the belly when she said it. Paige smiled despite herself, though it was quickly wiped away as Mia pulled her down onto the couch, positioning her so that Paige’s butt, barely covered by the towel now, was sticking up over her lap. “I’m going to pull your towel up now, and I’m going to spank you, with my hand, on your bare bottom for two minutes. I don’t think you need the hairbrush, you’re going to be a good girl. Can you tell me why you need this spanking?”, Mia asked from above and behind the furiously blushing girl. “H-hairbrush?! Yes! Y-oh-yeah-um… f-for uh…being rude. And um… for cursing? A-and for hitting you when you were helping me”, Paige stammered out, growing both more ashamed of herself and more clear as she spoke her transgressions. The knot in her stomach tightened and she felt like she needed to cry. “Good girl”, Mia said, then, “I’m going to start now, sweetie”, and Paige didn’t have time to think about the embarrassment of the situation before she felt the first “smack” on her left butt-cheek, still slightly tender from the spanking her mom had given her last night. “Mmp!”, Paige squeaked, but Mia’s hand was already striking again, this time on her right cheek, “thwack”. “Ooow!” “You”, SPANK, “will”, SPANK, “not”, SPANK, “yell” SPANK, “or”, SPANK, “curse”, SPANK, “or”, SPANK, “hit”, SPANK, “at”, SPANK, “anyone”, SPANK”, “especially”, SPANK, “when”, SPANK, “they”, SPANK, “are”, SPANK, “trying”, SPANK, “to”, SPANK, “help”, SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK SPANK, SPANK SPANK SPANK-SPANK-SPANK SPANK- “quack quack quack quack”. Paige was crying and didn’t even question why she was hearing a duck quacking, grateful anyway for the reprieve from her sister’s stuttering attack on her butt. Paige wasn’t sure if her butt was just that sore from her last spanking or if Mia spanked that much harder even than her mother, faster and stronger, seemingly hitting all the sorest spots in ways that Paige couldn’t anticipate. Paige was sniffling then crying, then sobbing through the spanking, and when it stopped she felt her crying hitch up a notch, not down until Mia had pulled her up and into an awkward hug, swiping at her phone to silence the comical alarm with Paige sitting sideways on her lap, her burning buttocks stinging hotly beneath her. “Shhhh- shhhh, it’s over now, you were such a good girl, shhhh”, Mia said soothingly, Paige’s cries slowing down as she rested her head against Mia’s chest, the taller girl gently stroking her hair. “Shhh it’s okay, shhhh, it’s all okay now”, Mia said, and continued to comfort her crying sister until she had been soothed to a double-breath hiccup kind of calmness. “Are you okay, Paigey?”, Mia asked, straightening them both up and brushing the wet frizz away from Paige’s cheek. The towel was half-off the couch now, but Paige didn’t move to cover herself yet. “Of course I’m not okay, you just s-sp-spanked me until I was crying, you b*tch!”, Paige thought indignantly, but when she looked into Mia’s kind face she found that she no longer had that much animosity for the girl. Sure she could be hard to compete with, but she was on Paige’s side here, not serving as her opponent… right? And hadn’t she asked Paige if this was okay? And hadn’t Paige said yes? “Why the f*ck had Paige agreed to this?”, was the real question here, but even as she thought this she was nodding back. “Okay. Do you feel better?”, Mia asked then, and oddly enough, Paige didn’t question her own head bobbing up and down again. She did feel better. That twisting knot in her gut was gone now, and though the sting and heat from her backside was still slightly throbbing, she felt oddly floaty and at ease. But why? Maybe she had finally snapped. That would also explain her suddenly becoming Mia’s biggest fan, Paige thought. “You earned that consequence because you were throwing a tantrum and yelling, cursing, and hitting at me while I was trying to help you after your accident”, Mia continued, “but you took your spanking like a good girl and you are all forgiven”. She said the last part with a quick hug, and then she was helping Paige up to her feet by the armpits, standing up herself, and bending down for the towel. She held it out to Paige, who took it and hastily covered her small chest and her blazing buttocks, but before she could tuck the top corner into itself, Mia had reached up and was doing it for her. And honestly it was nice because Paige was always terrible at wrapping towels, feeling like she never got them tight enough. When Mia did it now, it felt so much snugger and more secure. Paige, of her own accord, even squeaked out a quiet, “thanks, Mia”, before the taller girl waved her off. “Sweetie, I’ll be here for you any time you need me”, and Paige smiled back at her, feeling like that might not be such a bad thing now. It was only after she had been sent upstairs by her sister to change and clean herself up that she realized Mia’s words could have more than one meaning. Blushing, she thought that that would surely not be the last time she needed her sister in such a way, though as she pulled her third goodnite of the day out of the bag, she vowed that she would have a clean and dry bottom the next time. **(Are DM’s just any direct messages or is it specifically twitter? Or is it Instagram? Why are the posts not in order!? Is DMing someone bad?! Why!? Do you quote someone or retweet them. If you ❤️ Something sad is that just understood as supportive and not weird? Why do some hashtags come up when you start typing them but others don’t!? Am I gonna meet more people there or on Instagram? Do people really have BOTH of those!? How do you handle all of that!?!?!? Why don’t they send you a little tiny stuffy birdie when you join twitter? Why must they limit my words!?)

Max and Megan want to leave school with a bang and they have already chosen their target. Now they just need to find a weakness... Meanwhile, Joey has had a tough day at school but it doesn't get much better at home. --- If you like what you read and would like to support me by helping me to pay for my groceries and mortgage please feel fre to check out my Patreon. Patrons get early access to all my stories for just $5 a month and for $10 you get to read everything I've written AND get access to 41 PATREON EXCLUSIVE STORIES! Every patron is very appreciated and allows me to keep writing as much as I do https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- --- Max and Megan --- “Let me copy you.” Max muttered as threateningly as possible to the nerd in front of him. What was his name? James? John? It started with J. “I… I can’t.” The nerd had replied. Max wasn’t used to being told no and he seethed. He kept up a vaguely friendly pretence to try and get his way but the nerd kept refusing him. The young man’s name came to him quite suddenly once the teacher had come back into the room. Joey. He was someone Max had messed with a few times but he wasn’t one of his main targets, mainly because he was relatively poor and there were much richer pickings elsewhere in the school. Max hadn’t even tried to answer any more questions. He just sat and silently brooded whilst staring at the back of Joey’s head. Thoughts of getting his own back raced through his mind until the bell rang. He watched Joey stand up as quick as a flash to get out of the room. Max didn’t take his eyes off the nerd and when he looked back Max made sure to glower as threateningly as possible. He wanted it to be clear that this wasn’t going to be forgotten. When Max left the classroom he looked left and right to try and see where his target had gone. He caught the back of Joey’s head bobbing against the crowd and heading towards the reception area. Max frowned, he knew Joey shared a lesson with him in the next period and yet the nerd was going the wrong way. Feeling like a private investigator Max pushed his way through the crowd at a distance. When he finally got near the end of the corridor he saw Joey knock on a door and after a second he went inside. Max recognized the room as the nurse’s office. He’d sent enough kids there to know where it was, he wondered why Joey was going there though. It was usually after he was done beating them that they went rather than before. He didn’t seem unwell in class either. Max waited in the corridor and when the crowds of students started to thin he hid in the doorway of an unused classroom. A few minutes later he saw a very distracted Joey walk out and then bump into another eighteen-year-old student. “Klutz…” Max muttered under his breath. After a short interaction Max saw Joey bang his head on the wall. After another half a minute it seemed that Joey realised he had somewhere to be and he suddenly started running down the hallway towards his next lesson. He was so preoccupied he didn’t notice Max who had pulled back into the shadows. Max wasn’t sure what he had seen but he knew something was up. He skipped the next few periods and waited for lunch where he could speak to the person he always went to when a situation needed more than just violence. “He went to the nurse’s office. So what?” Megan shrugged as they sat together at a table in the noisy cafeteria. No one was sitting near them despite how busy it was. Megan liked it this way, it made her feel like a VIP. “So there was nothing wrong with him!” Max replied, “I sat behind him in English and watched him the whole time. He looked fine. He was well enough that he turned down letting me copy him.” Megan bit into her sandwich with her brow furrowed. Max knew this look, it was a look that said the gears were turning in her head. Whereas he always saw things as a straight line from point A to point B Megan seemed to be able to find all the twists and turns that led to an answer he usually missed. “It’s not much to go on.” Megan finally said. “It’s not the first time he’s gone to the nurse’s room.” Max continued, “I was thinking about it whilst I hid out on the field and-” “Why were you hiding on the field?” Megan asked with a frown. “I was skipping classes.” Max said as if it was obvious. Megan shook her head and chuckled. “Anyway…” Max wanted to get the conversation back on track, “I was thinking about Joey and-” “Thinking about boys whilst hiding behind the bushes?” Megan smirked at her own insinuation. “For God’s sake will you let me finish!?” Max shouted. The rest of the cafeteria went quiet as faces turned to see where the noise had come from and if they had to get out of Dodge. Megan put her hands up in pacification. She could never resist making little quips, she had a sharp mind but sometimes struggled to know when to stay quiet. It had gotten her in trouble with teachers more than a few times. “I’ve seen Joey get up in class and whisper something to the teacher a bunch of times.” Max was finally able to say, “No one ever says where he goes and after a while it just became a thing that’s accepted, you know? He’d always come back after five or ten minutes and everything would continue as normal.” Megan nodded as she took another bite of her sandwich. “Now I’m thinking he was going to the nurse’s office all those times as well.” Max dropped his voice conspiratorially. “Why?” Megan asked. “Where else would he be going?” Max asked. “I don’t know. The library? The bathroom?” Megan may have not sounded like she was on board with what Max was saying but her brow was furrowed and the cogs were turning. She was already thinking about ways to potentially turn the situation to her advantage before she even knew if there was a situation. Max shook his head. He couldn’t explain why he was so confident Joey was going to the nurse’s office every time but it seemed to be the only reasonable explanation. The only problem was proving it, and even if they did prove he was going to the nurse’s room they still didn’t know what was happening inside. “I’m not convinced.” Megan concluded as she wiped her hands after finishing the sandwich, “But I am curious. We’ll find out if he’s going to the nurse or not.” “How?” Max asked with a frown. “Just make sure you don’t miss our lift home.” Megan said as she stood up, “No fighting or whatever. We’ll need to get home as soon as possible.” Max watched Megan walk away still feeling confused but also excited. If Megan had a plan he felt for sure they would soon know exactly what was going on. --- Max and Megan were picked up by a hired car. It was how they usually left school, with both parents working till much later Jane usually ordered a car to take the twins home. The twins’ mother didn’t like the thought of them being on the bus with the riff-raff. Max and Megan weren’t going to argue, this was a far more comfortable way to travel. As soon as the car pulled up outside the house Max and Megan jumped out and walked away without a word to the driver. Megan led the way, she had refused to tell Max what the plan was and even now she batted away his questions as she opened the front door. Max was used to it, Megan would tell him what she was doing when she was good and ready. Once inside the twins went straight up the large staircase. Megan grabbed Max’s sleeve and pulled him down the landing. The pair went past their bedroom as well as their parent’s bedroom. Megan only stopped when they were in front of their dad’s office. “I don’t understand.” Max said quietly despite the fact they were home alone. “Then it’s lucky you’ve got me.” Megan replied as she opened the office door. “Can you just tell me what the plan is?” Max couldn’t keep the frustration out of his voice. “It’s pretty simple.” Megan said with more than a hint of condescension, “If Joey is going to the nurse’s office that often then there might be something wrong with him. Dad’s just about the only doctor in town so it’s likely he will know what’s up. He keeps a back-up of patient’s medical notes on the computer in his office.” “Should he be doing that?” Max asked. “Are you kidding me?” Megan let out a bark of a laugh, “Of course he shouldn’t! And he certainly shouldn’t leave his computer unlocked so anyone can go snooping.” “How do you know all this?” Max asked. “I had to see dad about a… medical issue.” Megan said cagily, “He took me into the office and I saw all the systems and stuff. Dad could get in a lot of trouble if people find out about this though so it’s best we keep it to ourselves.” “Or we could blackmail him?” Max suggested. He had no scruples at all. “Are you kidding me?” Megan said, “I’m counting on that inheritance. I don’t want it all lost in lawsuits or ill-feelings.” Megan sat in the luxurious leather chair in front of the computer screen. No expense had been spared on this home office. Oak shelves lined the rooms and were filled with dusty books. Some were newly released whilst others looked like they had been written a long time ago, they were all there for show, of that both twins were certain. Max stood behind Megan and leaned against some of the shelves as the computer powered up. There was no password on the computer which shocked even Max. Megan seemed to know what she was doing as she navigated through a few folders. She clicked around a bit until a huge list of names appeared. “Right, what’s Joey’s surname?” Megan asked. “Erm…” Max pursed his lips. “Oh, come on…” Megan sighed, “You’re in the same classes and you don’t know his last name?” “I do!” Max asserted, “Just give me a second… Mitchell? Morgan? It starts with an M.” Max tried to wrack his brains as Megan scrolled through the list of names. “Matheson?” Megan asked. “That’s it!” Max banged the desk earning him a stern look from Megan. Megan shook her head before looking back to the computer. She double clicked on “Joey Matheson” and waited as the page loaded. She leaned back in her chair until the page finally appeared. Max leaned against the back of the chair as they both scanned the page. “Holy shit.” Megan whispered. --- Joey --- Joey walked through the front door after a long day at school. He kept replaying the run in with Fiona in his head and thinking about all the ways he could have done something differently. The girl that he knew he had no chance with but crushed on massively would never see him as anything but a freak. “Hello?” Joey called out as he closed the front door behind him. Mandy wasn’t home yet. She often got home about an hour after Joey but sometimes she was allowed to leave early. Joey started stripping off his clothes as he walked through to the laundry room. He put everything in the washing machine leaving himself in only his diaper. He reached down between his legs to assess the state of his underwear. He was very wet, it wasn’t an emergency but no doubt Mandy would be changing him soon after she returned. Joey decided getting dressed was pointless until he had his diaper changed so he went into the living room and turned the television on. He laid down on the couch and felt the thick padding crinkle between his thighs. He relaxed and decompressed, his number one goal was to forget the embarrassing episode with Fiona. It wasn’t uncommon for Joey to fall asleep for a little bit after getting home from school, this was especially true for when Mandy was home later than he was. Joey closed his eyes and almost felt like he was sinking into the couch cushions as unconsciousness overcame him. Usually Joey was woken up by the sound of the front door opening when he napped on the couch. Today though the first thing that roused him from his nap was a loud exclamation of his name. “JOEY!” Mandy sounded upset. Joey opened his eyes and immediately knew what the problem was. Around the edges of his diaper’s leg bands Joey could feel wetness that also went down his legs and up his back. He sat up and pulled his legs close to his chest, the cushion his lower half had been on was darkened from a large stain. Joey was mortified and covered his face in his hands when he realised his diaper had leaked all over the couch. “Get up!” Mandy exclaimed as she rushed forwards to the couch. Mandy had good reason to be upset. Joey stood up and stepped back to see that thanks to his move he had now also left a wet mark on the other couch seat. His diaper drooped heavily and forced him into big waddled steps. Joey saw that Mandy hadn’t even got out of her shoes or coat after getting home, she was now crouched next to the sofa and trying to assess the damage. “I’m… I’m sorry.” Joey stuttered. He was embarrassed that he had done such a thing. “Why didn’t you get changed if you needed it?” Mandy asked in frustration as she pulled the couch cushions away. “You weren’t here…” Joey muttered quietly. Mandy stood back up and sighed. Joey was looking at the floor but could see her walk towards him, her feet shuffled forwards and she wrapped her arms around him. Joey sighed and melted into the hug feeling some of the shame evaporating. “I’m sorry.” Mandy said, “I should’ve been here to help. Work asked me to stay a little later, I didn’t think it would be a problem.” Joey was let go from the hug and he awkwardly stood still whilst Mandy looked down and sighed. There was no physical reason why Joey couldn’t have changed himself but it was just never something he did. Mandy always insisted on doing it herself. He cursed himself, if he had stayed awake he was sure that he would’ve been able to prevent the leak. “Come on, let’s get this sorted out. Hop in the shower and I’ll get you ready for a change.” Mandy smiled and rubbed Joey’s hair maternally, “And how about pizza tonight?” Joey couldn’t help but burst into a smile. Pizza was his favourite food by far and the promise of getting some made everything seem much better. He waddled out of the living room whilst trying to prevent himself dripping on the floor even further. In the bathroom Joey pulled at the tapes of his heavy diaper and it fell to the ground with a splat. He was shocked at just how wet it was, the padding was puffed up and yellowed from the front to the back. He didn’t understand where all this urine could come from, he didn’t think he had drunk more than usual today but the evidence was right there in his diaper. The shower warmed up quickly and Joey stepped into the water gratefully. He felt his body relax as the hot water cascaded down over him. The streaks of urine on his legs were replaced by clean water and he picked up the soap to give himself a thorough cleaning. He ended up standing under the water much longer than he had planned, he felt so relaxed he couldn’t bring himself to step back out until there was a knock on the door. “Joey? Everything OK in there?” Mandy shouted over the sound of water. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.” Joey replied as he reluctantly turned off the water. Joey dried himself off and balled up his used diaper. It wasn’t often he did this himself so when he stuck the tapes down he found the whole thing was a little looser than when his sister did it. As soon as he was sufficiently dry he opened the bathroom door and shivered at the blast of cooler air. He hurried along to his bedroom where he found Mandy sitting on the edge of the bed with an opened diaper next to her. She smiled as Joey walked in and patted the diaper next to her. Joey opened his towel. He was used to Mandy seeing him naked so he felt little shame about being in such a way. He was about to climb on to the bed when he felt the dreaded feeling of warm liquid rushing down from his bladder and out the end of his penis. The first spurt splashed pathetically on to the floor before Joey could pull the towel between his legs. Not even in Joey’s worst nightmares could he have imagined just openly wetting himself like this just after leaking. It felt like the final straw for Joey who felt his throat constrict in shame, a big sob was forced out of his mouth and as he peed into his towel he started crying. “Oh, Joey…” Mandy said softly, “It’s OK.” With his small wetting finally over Joey let go of the towel and it dropped to the floor. He took a step forwards as Mandy stood up and allowed himself to be swallowed by her hug. Joey cried softly into his big sister’s shoulder as she gently patted his back. “I’m sorry.” Joey finally said as he pulled away and wiped his eyes. “It’s not your fault.” Mandy replied, “Shall we get you taped up?” Joey climbed on to the bed and laid down on top of the new diaper. After everything that had happened the padding being wrapped around his waist felt like a safety blanket, he wouldn’t need to worry about any more leaks for a while and knew his sister was there for him when he needed a change. “It’s just been a hell of a day…” Joey sighed as the diaper was taped up.

It's so nice to wake up, sip a bit of coffee, and mess my diaper. I will be turning 60 soon, and I enjoy the squish as much as I ever have. Stay messy my friends!

I have a couple of Rearz masks that I got for free packaged with an order, @Vulpix77, I think it was for a promotion they ran, and I have been temped to wear them out and about. The Rearz branding is very small. I also wanted to get a couple of their golf shirt onesies, and they had a fantastic deal on some leftover ones in light blue that actually had a Rearz logo on the upper left chest (the other colours did not have the logo, and they weren't on sale). I was debating whether or not I could abide by that amount of potential "publicity" to save 50% on a shirt, but then they didn't have my size left so I never had to worry about it. I think I'd wear something branded like that if I were not in the company of people I know, but wearing it around friends would be too risky - all it would take is a Google search, and I might find myself struggling to answer questions. "Really... ABDL store, you say? I just stumbled upon a great deal on a golf shirt, I had no idea it had a snap crotch until I got it home... but yes, I still elected to wear it." I've seen a few sites that sell customized printed t-shirts on the web, and I've always wanted a t-shirt with a Pampers logo on it, because I grew up in them (Pampers, not Pampers-branded t-shirts...), but, I wouldn't really be able to wear it anywhere other than in my bedroom. On the topic of privacy, my in-laws are staying over at the house this week, which has caused me to have to remind my family not to just throw doors open, leave them open, or walk in and out of bedrooms without knocking. Since the walls came down, so to speak, regarding everyone I live with knowing I wear diapers, my wife has become very cavalier about leaving our bedroom door open if I'm on the bed in a diaper, or, worse, if I'm in the bathroom, expecting to emerge into a private environment, and instead I find that my room has turned into a public square. This nearly came to a head last night, when I my wife opened our bedroom door, and tried to coax our dog to follow her downstairs. Our dog, for reasons known only to him, is afraid of my father-in-law. Maybe he can sense evil. So, he thinks that my father-in-law is lurking around every corner, waiting to pounce, and behaves accordingly. Therefore, my wife was trying to get him to go downstairs and eat. However, I came walking out of the bathroom into the middle of this scene, in just a diaper... and the bedroom door was wide open, providing a line of site down the hallway towards our guest bedroom. I said something like "Honey, close the door for a second, your parents are right down there...", and she said "No, they've gone to bed, don't worry about it." But, I was worried about it, and my Spidey Sense was tingling, so I reached back into the bathroom for a towel to put around myself, and about four seconds later, my mother-in-law stuck her head out of their room to see why my wife was engaged in protracted negotiations with the dog. I would have been standing there in just a Rearz Lil' Splash. What's interesting is, they're all pretty relaxed about walking around on the upper floor of our house in various states of undress, IE in sleepwear or underwear. But, being the only male in the household (other than the dog), I always close bedroom or bathroom doors, and I don't tend to wander the halls in my boxers, even though my underclothes are inarguably the least revealing. Once I switched over to wearing diapers, I took security to another level, treating my plastic underwear like a state secret for a long time, and generally, my wife did her part, reminding the kids to knock before entering, or closing the bedroom door if I was asleep or in the bathroom, or she'd even throw a pair of shorts into the bathroom for me if the situation in my bedroom evolved such that I might have gone in expecting privacy, but now three people are having a conference on my bed. However, it's like my diapers don't count as underwear, apparently. I've been brushing my teeth in the washroom, wearing a diaper and a t-shirt, for example, and my wife throws the door open (she can hear my electric toothbrush so she knows I'm not on the throne or in the shower), and then leads my daughter in to select a bandage of a particular size or shape from our kit. Or one of the kids will just open our bedroom door, in search of some item from the laundry. We have a very old house with essentially antique doors that have original hardware on them, so I've been loath to screw something made in 2022 from Home Depot to them, but I feel like I may need to add a couple of door locks. Meanwhile, never in a million years would I throw open one of their bedroom or bathroom doors without knocking. What I'm describing follows a theme, though, that I've noted informally for a long time - the idea that diapers aren't the same as underwear, philosophically. As an older kid who wore diapers circumstantially, I noticed pretty early on that it was deemed perfectly acceptable to be wearing a diaper in situations where my brother or sister (or I) would never have worn uncovered underwear. And later, in my adult life, when my work used to bring me into long-term care centers and hospitals with some frequency, it was not uncommon to see people openly wearing diapers, however you never ran into people wandering the halls or lying in bed in just their underwear. It's as though either, 1) diapers are not considered underwear, or, and this is the explanation I'm leaning towards, 2) people who wear diapers already suffer a dignity deficit, so their privacy is of less important. I think this might be a hangover from the fact that babies don't suffer embarrassment, and once they arrive at the stage where kids start becoming socialized enough to worry about what other people think about them, those nascent concerns are often leveraged precisely for the purpose of getting them potty trained. "Don't like wearing diapers at preschool? Then start using the potty." The unconscious logic being applied goes along the lines of: babies wear diapers.... babies don't care about privacy... ergo, people who wear diapers don't care about privacy. This was something I already had a partly-developed theory for, but, now that I'm living in a social experiment, essentially, my half-formed notions are proving to be well founded; apparently, people generally seem to be less concerned for the privacy/dignity of people who wear diapers than for the privacy/dignity of people who do not.

There goes every clothing store selling belts and shoe stores selling dress shoes or work boots. Lots of leather stuff for sale out there. Wal-Mart is in trouble.

Chapter 16 — Meanies “Fine. You can join the club,” Richard conceded reluctantly. “Yay! Now get me into the Canadian Chess Open.” “Uhh… no. Are you crazy? That’s in less than two weeks!” “Yeah, I know.” “And you’re a Little.” “So I’ve heard.” “That’s just not possible. I can’t get a Little into the CCO in two weeks! In two weeks! I can’t even get you the federation membership you need in order to join any competition!” I put both hands on the chessboard and leaned forward dramatically. “Do you want the winner of the Open to be a VChess member, or,” I paused and grinned for effect, “a RICHMOND Chess Club member?” From what I’d seen online, Richmond was VChess’ greatest rival, so I made sure to emphasize their competitor’s name. If it doesn’t work out here, I can always go with the other one. “Of course one of ours, but— but what you’re asking for just isn’t possible in such a short amount of time. Look, how about I get you into the BC Open in six months’ time?” “Twist some arms, pull some strings. I’m sure if you don’t manage, RICHMOND will. Get me into the CCO or the only place you’ll be seeing me is on podiums after demolishing your precious players.” I batted my eyes at him for effect. Richard sighed. “Okay okay, fine.” “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same square.” I pointed to C5. “Do you see your blunder now?” I motioned at the chessboard. “Yeah, move 19?” He slid a finger across the top of the clock, and the pieces morphed to their position on the board just before he captured my pawn. “Mhmm. Pawns can sometimes be the most powerful pieces on the board. Sometimes capturing one that’s seemingly hanging can lose you the game.” “Yeah, I can see that. Your point is?” “My point is that pawns are a really good analogy for the people that you Amazons call ‘Littles’. You often underestimate us.” “Ok that’s enough nonsense. Get outta here.” He batted his hand as if to swat a fly. I shrugged, hopped off the chair, and led Mike out of the room as the pieces on the chessboard reset themselves. When we got back in the car (and I was strapped into my car seat), Mike offered to take me to a nearby seafood restaurant to celebrate my new membership, and I happily accepted. Mike drove for some twenty minutes through downtown Vancouver, before we pulled up to a parking lot about a hundred meters from a seaside restaurant surrounded by beach. A giant neon sign beside the building identified the place as “Surf’s Delight” and advertised a large encircled flashing “We’re OPEN” underneath. Mike parked and opened the door for me, but instead of picking me up like he’d been doing all along, he asked if I wanted to walk. “Get some exercise, stretch your legs out?” “Sure.” I walked beside Mike to the restaurant across a sand-blown wooden boardwalk laid atop the sand, enjoying the cool ocean breeze that blew through my hair. If it wasn’t for my wet diaper, this walk would have been picture perfect. If only I could film this. Wait, does this cyrano have a camera? Cyrano, can you record what I see as a video? Apparently it could, because a small red dot started blinking at the top-right corner of my vision, and a timecode started to tick to the left of it. I filmed the doors of the restaurant sliding open automatically on our approach, revealing a modern-looking, Amazon-sized setting. Like EVERY other building I’ve seen here. “Good evening sir, how many guests in your party?” A wheeled robot waiter at the reception kiosk greeted Mike. Man, robots, AIs, and holograms were everywhere in this dimension… Whatever happened to laser weapons, hoverboards, flying cars, and all the other sci-fi tech? “Uhh two,” Mike replied. “Booster for my date please.” “Very good, please come with me.” I whacked Mike. “Don’t want a booster?” “No… it’s not that. Why am I your ‘date’?” He shrugged off the question. We followed the robot between tables of diners enjoying delicious-smelling seafood that I couldn’t see, since the tables were just above my eye-level. Three turns later, we arrived at a table by an ocean-facing window, where a regular chair and a HIGHCHAIR had been placed. “Here we are,” the hologram said. “Umm… I recall asking for a seat booster and not a highchair for my friend?” As if it had crashed, the robot froze for a second, then completely disappeared! It had been a hologram all this time! I was so unused to things I could touch just disappearing into thin-air in front of me that I let loose a stream of pee into the waiting padding in shock. These holograms are so good you can’t even tell if they’re real or not… They pass the visual Turing test! As Mike looked around for another server, his face looked like he wanted to shoot someone, so I pulled at his leg to get him to relax. “It’s fine, Mike, a highchair is no biggie, it’s not my first time in one anyway. Let’s not let this spoil our dinner?” “Hmph… fine.” I looked up at Mike. “Are you gonna help me up to it or what?” “Right, sorry.” He shook his head as he removed the tray and lifted me into the highchair. He pushed the chair up to the table and left off both the tray and the harness. Given the height at which I was now sitting at though, I didn’t want to risk the long fall, so I buckled myself up discreetly after checking that it was a standard harness that I would be able to undo later. Another robot waiter appeared at our table shortly after Mike sat down, exposing a screen on its chest like a teletubby for us to order from. Mike got a Southeast-Asian-style chili crab platter, after claiming that this dimension’s version of TripAdvisor described crab as the restaurant’s specialty. I was about to get the same when Mike stopped me. “Get something less spicy this time; you can try some of mine. It’s labeled four chili peppers and I’d hate to see you wind up being burnt alive or not eating anything.” I sighed and went for crab cakes served with she-crab soup. Based on the Buffalo sauce I’d had on the Luxuria limo, I was pretty certain I could handle the heat, but I thought it was nice of Mike to care about me and didn’t push it. Mike made sure to choose the correctly sized meal for me, as I wasn’t exactly going to finish a bowl of soup half my size! We shared some breadsticks that were served by another teletubby, with a tray instead of a screen, as we enjoyed the magnificent view. When the platters came, Mike let me say grace before we tucked into the delicious food. Mike’s humongous platter was heaped with giant crab, while mine had a bowl of soup sized more appropriately for me and two palm-sized crab-cakes that would be more than filling for me. My silverware was thankfully also sized correctly! As promised, Mike offered me a massive crab leg smeared in chili sauce, before he ate any of it. I happily ate it out of the shell, slurping up all the sauce. The heat was refreshing, and all it did was make my cheeks a little flushed! Mike grinned at me, “Huh, I guess they didn’t make it spicy enough.” He grabbed a pincer and tried it with some sauce himself. When the spiciness of the marinara hit him, his eyes shot wide open! “Look who can’t handle their heat now,” I smirked and stuck my tongue out at him. He wagged a finger at me and declared, “Oh I can handle it alright. You are one crazy Little though. Every other one I’ve met would be sobbing after tasting a drop of this. You know, they put this stuff on kids’ fingers to get them to stop sucking their thumbs?” “Maybe it’s because of how big the peppers probably are here? The smaller the pepper, the less spicy it is. I’m used to eating smaller ones back home?” I reasoned. “Hmm… could be. Fact of the matter is that we have GOT to use you to swindle some people.” “How? Bet them I can eat spicy food?” “You could probably handle spicier than most Amazons if your theory is correct. Could even just enter a spicy food eating contest against them!” I batted my eyelids and mewled softly, “I would never win against a big bad Amazon!” Mike doubled over laughing. “You could win a Stanley with that performance; they’d never see through it!” “What’s a Stanley?” I was confused. “Oh, sorry. It’s an award given to the best actors and movies every year?” “Oh, an Oscar. Thanks.” “Oscar? What’s the etymology of that?” I shrugged, “The statue looked like someone’s uncle or something?” I spent the rest of the meal occasionally stealing more chili sauce from Mike’s plate to go with my crab cakes, all while enjoying the soup. It was all delicious, and I would happily return! When we were both full, Mike had the leftovers boxed and paid the bill using his cyrano. I unbuckled myself before he freed me from the highchair, and got a nice stroll beside him back to the car again. He drove back in light traffic as I watched the sun set behind us. When we got home, I ran upstairs to my room to start practicing for the CCO. I installed an open-source chess program and an opening book, and started studying various positions. Before I knew it, several hours had passed, and Mike came in to tell me it was bedtime. He changed a very wet diaper off me, and carried me over to the shower without bothering to put any clothes back on me. I’d been blown away when I experienced Mike’s shower for the first time last night. He’d assured me that smart showers like his were common in this dimension, but even after using it once already, I was still in awe at the comfort it provided. Mike put me down inside the shower and stepped out. He’d reassured me that my cyrano was waterproof last night, so I didn’t bother taking it off before turning on the water. “Start shower.” Hundreds of tiny nozzles in the roof of the shower blasted water for a second, then all but a circle in the middle stopped. After waiting for a moment for the water to stabilize to the temperature and pressure I’d set in my roomd config, I stepped into the circle. Jets from opposing shower walls sprayed water at me, alongside the ceiling nozzles, which turned on and off depending on where I stepped such that I would always be showered. The jets in the walls stopped, and a beep rang out notifying me to close my eyes. My body was then sprayed with foamy body wash and my hair with shampoo. I lathered up my hair, before the jets started up again and cleanly rinsed me off. Then, the shower finished, and I stepped out into the wind tunnel. I hated this part, because the turbofans blasting air at me were incredibly loud. I quickly jammed my fingers into my ears to stop myself from going deaf! When the jet engines finally stopped, I was feeling rather exhausted. Mike gave me a hug and dressed me in a fuzzy footed sleeper. I sleepily held my arms up to be picked up, and dozed off before my head even hit the pillow! *** The rest of the week passed by rather uneventfully. Izzy mostly slept in, lazed around the house, and played with her cyrano and my VR simulation software. I went to work and caught up on some personal projects like abstracting feelings for Max. I made sure Izzy got in some chess studying every day as well. If she was going to win this tournament, she had to devote the time to it. On Friday, Richard from VChess called me back to let us know that Izzy’s membership and CCO enrollment had successfully gone through as promised. She was wearing a footed sleeper when I shared the news with her. When she jumped for joy, she slipped on landing, ending up with her padded butt planted on the hardwood floor. Accompanied by an “Oomph!”, her frustrated, embarrassed, and slightly hurt face was the cutest thing I’d ever seen! On Saturday morning, I woke up to Max telling me I had a call. “Good morning, Mike! I have Kyrie Hopper on the line, she wants to tell you about a new project of hers.” “Sure, patch her through.” “Morning Ky, what project warrants interrupting my meticulously manicured sleep schedule?” I joked, stifling a yawn. “Mikey! Oh you. It’s past eleven! If you aren’t up yet, I don’t know what you’re doing with your life.” “Not everyone is like you, getting up at 6am on weekends. You know that, right?” “Yeah yeah. Anyway, remember that biocomputing project I was heading?’ “Oh yeah, the one at Butchart?” “Precisely. That’s almost ready for a public beta, you wanna come have a look today?” “Sure! Can I bring a friend?” “Course! The more the merrier! Your friend can’t go yapping about this to Aiken though, he’ll go ballistic!” “Of course she won’t, I promise.” “Ooh, girlfriend?” I could almost hear her grinning. “Umm… not quite. You’ll see when we get there. See ya soon!” “Later, gator!” Three and a half hours later, Izzy and I arrived in Victoria via drive-on-drive-off ferry. I let the autopilot drive the rest of the way to the Butchart Gardens, as I wasn’t used to driving on the Island. At the staff gate, a vehicle barrier stopped the car from proceeding further. “Good morning, sir. Who are you visiting today?” A bored-sounding female voice came out of some speakers on the side of the guardhouse. “Morning. I have an invitation from Kyrie Hopper?” “Hmm… I don’t see you on my authorized list here. Give me a moment to clear that with her.” I nodded and switched my car back to manual drive. A few seconds later, the authorization apparently went through, as the guard leaned out of the service window with a smile and the barrier lifted. “Welcome to the Butchart Gardens, Mr. Beneventi, and apologies for the holdup. Doctor Hopper is expecting you, just take a left up ahead and you’ll see her lab. Have a wonderful visit!” “Thanks, you too,” I blurted out. I cringed at my response as I drove according to her directions. I could hear giggles coming from the backseat, and a small voice mocking my err. “Have a wonderful visit! You too!” The second part was said in a deep voice struggling to contain laughter. I glared in the rear view mirror, “As if you’ve never done that before.” “Have not!” I sighed and parked the car. The first thing I did when I turned off the engine was open the back door and launch a tickle attack on Izzy in retaliation. I let her shriek and squirm for a few seconds, before I let up and picked her up out of her car seat. “Meanie! You made the bunnies on my diaper disappear,” She whined. “Your fault for teasing me,” I smirked, pushing her dress back down to cover her diaper again. I put her down, shut the car door, and walked to the lab entrance with Izzy trailing behind me. The door buzzed open for us automatically, and I spotted Kyrie a few meters away down the hall, getting some water from a fountain. She capped her thermos and moved to hug me when she saw me. “Mikey! Been a while since I last saw you!” “Hey yourself. You’d see me more often if you weren’t cooped up in a lab all day!” “Well said,” she laughed as she ended her embrace and knelt down to greet Izzy. “And who’s this distinguished young lady?” When most Bigs say that, their voice drips with condescension, but Kyrie only sounded sincere. “Ky, meet Isabelle Green. She’s a portal Little I rescued from the States. Izzy, this is Doctor Kyrie Hopper, Chief Scientist of the Canadian Biocomputational Research Lab here at Butchart. We’ve been friends since our first year at university.” “Nice to meet you, Doctor Hopper!” “Please, call me Kyrie. It’s nice to meet you too, Isabelle. I rarely see Mike hang out with anyone but colleagues nowadays!” “Izzy, please. So, you make computers from cells?” “That’s part of it, yep,” She nodded and smiled. “We grow computers.” =========================================================== Sorry for the late post, I've had an exhausting week. Please cheer me up with comments and likes ?

Heya all. Story isn't dead, just been taking a break with real life stuff. Got the new chapter finished, hope you enjoy it! Chapter 7 As the elevator began to descend down to the first floor, Mia began to wonder if anyone would actually go through the trouble of stopping her now that she had what she wanted. 'If it’s somewhat busy, I don’t think I should have any issue bringing Chloe outside… Now that I think about it, even if I’m questioned, it’s not like my co-workers will try to physically stop me. They know they don’t get paid nearly enough to go through such trouble. At worst, they will call the authorities. By the time they arrive I’ll already be at the nearest adoption facility with my baby girl. I know that I'll have to pay some hefty fines but at least I won’t face any jail time if I legally adopt Chloe before then.’ Mia soon turned her attention to the girl in her arms. She watched as Chloe quietly suckled on her pacifier while her legs were wrapped around the amazon’s waist. Mia was thankful that everything was going smoothly for now. The pacifier was doing it's job by keeping Chloe docile and ignorant to everything around her. ‘Knowing Chloe, it will probably take her around a month or so before she will completely break and accept her new lifestyle, just like most portal littles do. I’ll admit, she is going to be such a financial burden but I’m positive that I can figure it out. I’ll need to put her in one of the most strict and safest daycares around. She is definitely the type that will try to escape. Even if I constantly breast feed her, her adult ego will still be an issue for the first week or two. As for tonight, I’ll make sure that she is properly fed and doesn’t leave my sight after the adoption process is completed.’ There was an odd silence in the elevator for a moment as Mia awaited for the elevator door to open, the only sounds coming from the enclosed room was from Chloe making small whimpering noises while she rested her head on the amazon's chest. Mia couldn't wait to see what Chloe would be like in the next month. There were so many ideas flowing through her head. “There there. It’s going to be alright, we are almost out of here, honey bunny. Mommy knows that you cannot wait to leave this nasty hotel with me. Your new home will be so much more welcoming!” Mia playfully patted Chloe on her back until she heard some odd noises coming from outside the elevator. Mia thought about forcefully opening the door since they were now on the first floor but before she could fully consider the idea, the elevator began to ascend. ‘Why are we going up? This doesn’t make sense…Unless...SHIT!' Mia quickly pushed the emergency button several times in an attempt to stop the elevator from going up any further but it wasn’t responding to her request. The irritated amazonian could do nothing as the elevator stopped on the twelfth floor, which was the area strictly for management. As the elevator door opened, Mia took a deep breath, assuming that Victoria had found out what was doing and was waiting for her at the elevator's entrance but as soon as the door opened, Mia noticed that no one was there to greet her. A huge sigh of relief filled Mia's lungs as she slowly walked through the hallway while carefully holding on to Chloe, making sure that she clung to her chest. ‘Could it be just a simple malfunction? I don't see her anywhere. Damn it, why must I go through this when I'm so close to owning my ideal baby.' Mia took a quick glance at Chloe, just making sure that she was still mentally regressed and not secretly faking it. There wasn’t a single sound except the heavy breathing coming from the amazonian and the crinkling from Chloe's diaper. Even though Mia could see that she was all alone in the floor with her baby girl, Mia felt like she was somehow being watched from all corners. “Listen honey bunny, we are going to use the emergency exit, which means we are going to have to walk down a long set of stairs, so please bear with me and I promise I’ll get us out of here soon!” Mia casually kissed Chloe on the cheek before increasing her walking pace. Chloe didn't respond as she continued to appear spaced out while peacefully suckling on her pacifier. Mia was most pleased at how effective the soother was working on the portal little. And while it was known to be quite effective against native littles, the overall regressive effects on portal littles was still inconsistent. There was a lot of testing that still needed to be done to see if there was any definitive biological difference between a native and portal little. Before Mia could head towards the emergency exit, a door to her right opened on its own, revealing a conference room inside. A voice could be heard from within. “Please come in…Mia…” Mia knew who that voice was. The jig was up. Mia walked into a conference room to see Victoria sitting at the end table all by herself while going over some paperwork. Mia didn't want to resort to violence but she was not about to give up on her goals of becoming a mommy. “Hey there Victoria. Apparently there is a malfunction on the elevator, you might want to get that looked at.” Mia knew that idle small talk would not get her anywhere. Her only logical chance was to convince her friend and co-worker to let her go. “Thank you for the feedback. I'll be sure to inform tech support on the issue…Now onto an entirely different subject, you and your little one seem to be a bit lost. Is there somewhere you are trying to head off too?” Victoria asked as she remained calm and composed, unlike Mia was being. “I’m trying to escort my baby out the front door, however since the elevator isn’t cooperating properly, I have no choice but to use the emergency stairs. It’s quite a pain if you ask me.” Mia kept her focus on Victoria's eyes, wondering what game she was playing. “It really is. Taking care of a portal little requires a lot of work and dedication. You must have some incredible will-power to work at this hotel while also taking care of your baby at the very same time.” Mia had heard enough and wasn't in the mood to play along with Victoria’s. The time of idle small-chat was over. “Vicky, please stop screwing with me. You already know what I have want to do, so how about giving me the courtesy of exiting this building along with my honey bunny and in return, I will come into work tomorrow like normal. In other words, nothing as changed.” “Nothing has changed…Huh?… I could have sworn that something has changed Mia…” “And what exactly would that be?” “Our trust and friendship.” Victoria began to speak in a more hostile tone of voice. “What the hell do you mean? We have always treated each other with respect. We have known each other even before we both started working in this hotel!” “Is that so? I’m so sorry! I was under the impression that I was being misled and was being used for nefarious illegal purposes. Victoria grabbed a remote near her and pressed a button on it, which caused a TV screen behind her to turn on and it began to play an audio recording that revealed Mia using Victoria’s name to threaten Chloe. “How!? That shouldn’t have been possible!” “Oh…It’s very possible.” Victoria then showed a piece of video footage of when Mia tried to force Chloe into wearing a diaper a few nights ago while also showing the incident where Chloe kicked Mia in the stomach. “I don’t blame you for being surprised. It’s quite simple for an employee to turn off the audio and video recordings from their name tag to avoid detection…BUT what they don’t realize is that the name tags also carry a back-up option, which is only available for the supervisor to see and hear. You are not the only one that has tried to pull off such a feeble stunt.” Victoria smiled as she could see the look of disbelief on Mia’s face. “Okay I’ll admit that I bent the rules a bit in my favor, but you have to realize that Chloe did wet her pants and she did use physical force against me! That is more than enough reason for me to punish her!” Mia patted Chloe's diaper to show Victoria what she had accomplished. “While employee’s do have the right to punish tourists, that is only the case if they act up and are the aggressors, not the other way around. Also, if I remember correctly, tourists can only be adopted by the local citizens while outside the hotel and are not with their tour guide. Tourists can also be forced to be sent to an orphanage if they are acting out of line, but that requires my approval beforehand. As you know, there isn’t a rule in place where an employee can just claim a portal little whenever they want.” Mia hated how dedicated Victoria was with following the rules laid out by the city. “Ya ya…I know all about the damn rules! But Vicky, you do know that these rules were not in place over seven years ago when we started.. We employee’s were once able too…!” Mia was interrupted as Victoria spoke over her. “And because of that, Diamond Tours nearly went bankrupt. They have learnt their lesson and have become more regulated which has helped immensely with the profits and most importantly, its reputation.. A stunt just like what you are doing puts a black mark on the company as a whole.” Mia knew exactly what Victoria was talking about. Nearly a decade ago, almost every tourist was adopted without question, which lead to a massive decrease in tourists. And there had to be some major changes to the organization as a whole in order to save it from going under. “Can’t you just look past this minor infraction? She’s just one tourist. You know that I’ve had my eye on Chloe ever since she first entered the hotel. And you also know that I’ve done my best to refrain myself from attempting to adopt any other tourists ever since I first started here!” Mia noticed that Victoria was beginning to look a bit more relaxed as if she were becoming more understanding. “Chloe needs me. She needs a mommy in her life. I can provide that to her. Give me a few weeks with her and she will forget everything about her old dreary life. I can even let you babysit her after I get her accustomed at my house. “That is true, she is only one tourist and you have been a very loyal employee. I have no doubt that you would make a great mother for Chloe. Based on what I’ve seen, she is in desperate need of a proper parental figure in her life. Spending the next few decades as an infant would be best for her well-being.” Mia began to smile, feeling that Victoria had finally sided with her. “So Vicky? Can you help me bring Chloe to my car? I really would love to have her officially adopted before the sun sets.” Mia asked as she began to calm down somewhat. There was a moment of silence before Victoria sharply smiled and spoke up. “I’ll escort you to the elevator.” Victoria slowly got up from her chair and walked over to where Mia was standing. The two amazons looked at each other for a second before they headed to the elevator. “I have to say Vicky, you really had me going there. I was worried that you were going to get all serious and lay down the law on me, haha.” Mia chuckled to herself as she entered the elevator with Victoria. Chloe looked at Victoria with a glazed look in her eyes. Victoria looked back with a smirk. “I have a thing for the dramatics. I personally enjoy keeping things suspenseful until the end, hehe.” Mia didn’t like Victoria’s expression but she soon turned her attention to Chloe, happy that she had finally sealed the deal with her new baby girl. Chloe still wasn’t able to comprehend her situation as she continued to be idle while in Mia's arms. “Chloe looks to be quite regressed. What type of pacifier did you use to subdue her?” Victoria asked. “I purchased the new solace version, I could have gotten the stronger alpha pacifier, but I want Chloe to be cognitive without the pacifier at certain times. My goal is to slowly adapt her into accepting her new life. I understand that it will take much time and effort but that is something I can live with.” “I see, if I remember, the solace pacifier version will only keep her regressed as long as she is using the soother, correct?” “Yep. I plan to keep it in her mouth until I’m ready to bring her home and start breastfeeding her. If I’m lucky, perhaps my milk will have a positive effect on her mental state and she will see me as a parental type of figure.” Mia said. “Do you really think that a stubborn girl like Chloe will accept you after being nursed from just one sitting? You know that etiquette schools have a higher success rate when it comes to transforming a portal little into the ideal infant." “I too doubt one sitting will do much, but even the most stubborn little will eventually break at some point. It’s about time and patience. Etiquette schools are nice an all, but they are way too expensive for something I would personally enjoy doing. Besides, once she fully submits, I can move forward with the other projects I have planned for my honey bunny.” Victoria watched as Mia began to speak to Chloe in baby talk, obviously Chloe couldn’t understand what the amazon was saying as she continued to rest her head on the amazons chest. “Before we reach the first floor, can I hold Chloe for one final time?” Victoria casually asked. Mia gave her co-worker a questionable look but decided to hand her over, believing that everything was all set in stone. “So Chloe, how does it feel to have the mindset of an actual infant? I know that you can’t understand me but I just want to let you know that while I believe that you would be better off this way, I have a job to do and it’s my responsibility to look after your kind so long as you obey the rules.” Victoria then removed the pacifier from Chloe’s mouth which alarmed Mia. “VICKY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!…UGH!!!” Mia soon found herself on the floor after being tased by Victoria. The elevator door opened which revealed two police officers standing near the entrance. Victoria then put the taser in her pocket while thanking the officers for waiting by the elevator door. “Is this the woman, Ms. Victoria?” The officer asked as he looked down at the unconscious amazonian. “Yes, that is her officer, take her away. As for any paperwork that you need me to fill out, please leave it at my desk. I’ll get to it after I assist our whittle guest here.” Victoria patted Chloe’s butt while watching Mia being handcuffed and dragged away by the authorities. Several amazons were watching the incident but remained quiet, not wanting to be involved with whatever drama was unfolding. “That’s what you get when you break the rules. I really didn’t want to do this but you left me no choice Mia.” Victoria noticed that Chloe was starting to come to her senses as the elevator door closed and began to ascend. “Wha…What’s…Where am…I?” Chloe slurred with her words as she rubbed her eyes with her hands. Victoria giggled as she carried the dazed and confused portal little back to her hotel room. “I feel like I had the worst hangover possible.. I am so…” “Confused?” Victoria asked as she carried Chloe into her room and gently laid the girl down on her mattress. “...Ya…I felt like I was trapped in some sort of weird dream that I couldn’t wake up from.” Chloe placed a hand on her head as she tried to gather herself and figure out why she was so out of it. “Did the dream involve you peacefully sucking on a pacifier while also wearing a diaper?” Victoria chuckled as Chloe's face turned beat red when looking at her. “Exactly, just what…WAIT!!! WHAT?!!!” Chloe looked down to see the padded undergarment that she was wearing, but before Chloe tried to rip the diaper off, Victoria gently tapped her on the forehead to get her attention. “Relax, I’ll personally remove that diaper from you in a second, I just wanted to let you know that the matter with Mia has been resolved. She will not be harassing you anymore." “Wait! What happened to that bitch!?” Chloe quickly looked around the room and was relieved that Mia wasn’t around to do as she pleased. “Mia has been arrested. She foolishly tried to illegally adopt you. She came close but I kept tabs on her and prevented her from going through with it.” Victoria grabbed a piece of paper from her back pocket and placed it right next to the distraught girl. “Seriously! Thank fucking god! She was such a creep!” Chloe laid down on the mattress, feeling a massive sense of relief. “Can you please ease up on the language? I’ll allow it for now, given what has just occurred today, but keep in mind that you are not in your dimension, you still have certain rules to follow while you are in our domain.” “What exactly happened? Why am I in this stupid diaper as well. I don’t remember having this put on me.” Chloe tried again to remove the tapes from both sides but was still unable to make them budge with her strength. Victoria smiled at Chloe’s futile effort. “Mia illegally used a form of mental regression via this pacifier. You were quite docile as you quietly suckled on this.” Victoria put the pacifier back in her pocket as she went to grab the tapes on Chloe’s diaper. Chloe was about to resist until she quickly remembered that Victoria was going to remove the padded undergarment for her. Chloe blushed as she remained quiet while the amazon did her thing. “So…All this time, everything that Mia woman was doing was actually illegal? “Of course, if you read the pamphlet regarding the rules and regulations or our hotel, you would have known that it is illegal for any employee can lay a hand on a tourist unless the tourist is the instigator of an altercation. I have proof that Mia started the altercation that lead you to this point. She did a good job of making you believe that she was in the right.” After taking the diaper off of Chloe, Victoria casually threw it into the nearest trash bin. Chloe covered up her privates with her hands, as she sat up, her body was visibly shaking. “What about you? I thought you were in on this fiasco as well?” Chloe wanted to know what Victoria's role was in all this and if it was some ploy to lure her into another horrible predicament. “While I was good friends with Mia, it didn't give her any special privileges, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation. Are you disappointed that you were not actually adopted, haha." Chloe gritted her teeth, she was doing her best to hold in her inner rage. She couldn't believe Victoria was actually joking about all this. “I’ll admit that I had the thought about adopting you myself, but it’s not the first time I’ve considered doing that with the new tourists that come to visit our dimension. I may be an amazon, but I’m always about business over pleasure. And now I understand why you were so hesitant to speak with me about your frustrations from earlier on. If you believed that I was corroborating with Mia, it would most definitely make things even more difficult for you.” “Of course! I mean you are not exactly all that approachable, especially what you did after we first met. You took off my freaking shoes without my permission and even checked my underwear! How the hell could I trust you after creepy crap!” Chloe yelled with a look of frustration. “Removing a tourist's shoes, just to let you know, is all perfectly legal while inside the hotel building. Also if a tourist is wearing a pull-up, it is also legal for us to check and see if they need a change. My actions may seem unorthodox but I’m the type that always follows the rules. I may come close to breaking them but I in the end, I never have done so.” Victoria enjoyed how flustered Chloe looked while in her birthday suit. “And kidnapping tourists and forcing them to become someone's damn baby is considered normal? Seriously, how the hell can you think like that? It’s so damn deplorable!” “It’s because you keep having the idea that the laws in your dimension also apply here... They don't. You are in our world, where our culture and environment is far beyond your scope of reasoning. If you keep thinking like that, you will obviously not last long. Consider your friend Claire, she has been visiting and working in our dimension for several years now and she knows how to keep herself out of trouble and because of that, she hasn’t been legally eligible for adoption just yet.. As much as I would love to see her claimed by a nice amazon couple, I do admire her ability to keep a steady head. Speaking of which, she called me earlier and was really worried about you. I suggest you give her a call when you get the chance.” Chloe watched as Victoria casually began to walk towards the front door, looking rather proud of herself. “Where are you going!?” Chloe asked while covering her breasts and privates with her arms, distressed that she had nothing to cover herself. “What does it look like? I’m going back to work. I have so much paperwork to fill out especially with the police report about this whole debacle with Mia. So as much as I would love to stay around and talk, I don’t have the luxury to do so. But I do have good news for you. Since Mia was one of our employees and as our hotel is affiliated with Diamond Tours, you will be compensated for your trouble. That piece of paper right next to you, if you bring it to Diamond Central, you will be able to head back to your dimension while also receiving a small financial settlement. All you have to do is call the number at the bottom of the paper and an employee from Diamond Tours will escort you to Diamond Central so you can exit this dimension. If you have any more questions, please be sure to ask them when you call them.” “What about my sister? I thought you were going to help out with that!?” “Unfortunately, I was not able to find any information on your sister with the spare time I had. However, you are welcome to stay at our hotel and continue to keep looking for her if you feel like it. I would be more than welcome to accommodate you anyway I can. I really did enjoy our time together yesterday!” Victoria chuckled as she gently closed the door, leaving Chloe all by herself to figure out her next course of action. “This entire day has been one big shit-show.” Chloe wasted no time and decided to get dressed in her normal clothes, she didn't care of she didn't have any underwear to put on. She cursed Mia for throwing her all her panties away. Chloe then took a moment to look over the piece of paper on her bed and review the details on it. 'This looks promising but I still feel weary about it. I need to call Claire, she is the only person that I can trust.' * * * * * * * * * “Hello? CHLOE!? My goodness it’s so good to finally hear from you! I was getting a bit worried after not hearing from you in the past couple of days. Are you alright?” Claire put her laptop to the side as she focused all her attention on her friend. “Far from it. I just went through hell and back. I'm not sure if you would believe it, but I was mentally regressed and nearly kidnapped by one of these crazy giants. This dimension is sick!” “I believe you! And that's an outcome that has unfortunately become far too normal in this dimension. I’m so glad you were not adopted. Once the adoption becomes finalized, you can never return to your dimension. Can you please explain everything that happened? Claire asked. “Listen… I don’t know if you can do this…But is there any way that you can pick me up and allow me to stay at your place for the night? If so, I’ll gladly go over everything. Right now, I just want to get the fuck out of this hotel. Even though Victoria said I was going to be alright, I don’t want to be in this cursed dump any longer. The smell of baby powder still lingers in the air. It’s just awful.” “Actually, I was going to eventually ask you that as well. There is no rule on having guests in this business hotel.” “That's great. Also I would like to go over this piece of paper I received from Victoria. Apparently I can leave this dimension at any time with it. I don't know how legit it is, also I was wondering if you had found anything about my sister ?”Chloe asked. Actually, I found a way to get an answer on your sister's whereabouts and I wanted to talk with you in person about it. While I personally cannot pick you up for obvious reasons. There is an amazonian that I personally know that would be able to be of some assistance. I can call her and have her pick you up from the hotel and bring you to the building I’m staying at.”. “REALLY! That’s such wonderful news! Especially with all the crap that I’ve been going through, I'm gonna need some serious therapy when I'm done here." “All right, I’ll contact Aisha and have her pick you up within the hour, is that okay?” “Wait a moment! This Aisha person, can she really be trusted? Keep in mind if I go outside without a tour guide, I’m gonna end up being fucking kidnapped! I have already been through enough bullshit today!” Chloe looked over at the diaper that was in the trash can, praying that would be the last time she would have to see something like that. “Aisha is a bit clingy but overall she is a decent person…Well, for an amazonian that is. If you do have any problems, just bring up my name and she will act accordingly.” Chloe thanked Claire and began to double check her luggage after disconnecting the call with her. Chloe wanted to make sure that she didn't leave anything behind in the hotel before she exited it for the last time. ‘With this paper, I can finally leave this hell hole…But what about Tanya? I can’t just leave without her. Hopefully Claire will have something.’ Around an hour later, Chloe heard a hard knock on her hotel door, she slowly walked towards the door, still slightly skeptical on who it could be. She knew it wasn’t going to be Mia but was still cautious none the less. Chloe opened the door to see another imposing amazon staring down at her. Chloe noticed that she looked to be slightly taller and had a slightly darker complexion compared to most of the amazons she had seen during her stay. “Are you…Aisha? Chloe asked as she backed away slightly, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the giants presence. “And you must be Claire’s best friend, Chloe. You are just like her, so adorable!” Aisha wasted no time and picked up the startled portal little and held the girl right to her chest. “HEY! I’ve already been through enough crap today. In case you don't know, I was nearly freaking kidnapped by one of your kind. So can you please give me some space!” Chloe’s words caught Aisha by surprise as she quickly lowered the girl back onto the floor. “I’m so sorry to hear about that! You must have been so terrified!” Aisha looked down to see Chloe taking a few deep breaths, obviously still slightly traumatized from earlier. Chloe looked over at Aisha and noticed that unlike Mia and Victoria, she legitimately looked concerned. “Claire told me…That you were trustworthy. I'm sure that you understand that if I leave this hotel that I am putting my very freedom in your hands!" “I most certainly understand! I know exactly what happens to tourists that leave the hotel unsupervised, but I won't let anything happen to you! I have known Claire for some time and do not want to ruin the bond we have. And any friend of Claire’s is a friend of mine!” Aisha’s words seemed to provide a small bit of comfort to Chloe as she exited the room with her luggage bag in hand. “I understand that you are looking for a family member, is that right?” Aisha asked. “Ya, it hasn’t gone exactly like I had planned.” Aisha knew that Chloe wasn’t in the best of moods but she still needed to let the smaller girl know what to expect. “Keep in mind that when we go outside, you will have to be holding my hand at all times until we reach my vehicle. If any Amazon were to see you walking around and were not being carried or holding the hand of a amazon, they have the legal right to claim you as their own.” Chloe reluctantly agreed, knowing that she had no viable option in objecting. She was seen as nothing more than a baby or at best, a toddler that needed to be cared for. “As long as I can avoid any more drama, that’s fine by me. This will be a cake walk compared to what I just recently went through. ” Chloe allowed Aisha to take her hand as they walked towards the elevator. “While we are at it, please let me take your luggage for you. It will be easier for the both of us.” Chloe allowed Aisha to take her luggage and held it over her shoulder with ease. As they exited the elevator, Chloe's grip on Aisha’s hand grew tighter as they passed by several amazonians. Aisha could see that Chloe was surveying the whole area, as if she were being targeted by everyone. Aisha made sure that her pace was slow enough for Chloe to keep up. She would have preferred to carry the smaller girl, but after hearing what Chloe went through, Aisha decided that it was best to not push things. As the two stood before the front entrance to the hotel, Chloe stopped moving and Aisha quickly noticed the lack of response before moving onward. “You need a moment, Chloe?” Aisha asked. “Ya...Just need to... Gather myself” Chloe bit her lip before exiting the building with Aisha by her side. Chloe knew that she was was now in uncharted territory. If something unexpected were to take place, she would have no legal recourse Her fate was now in the hands of an amazonian she had just met. The only consolation was that Claire vouched for her. 'We have been walking for nearly ten minutes, just how far is her car?' Chloe watched as they passed by a few amazonians as they entered a large parking lot, most of the littles were either being carried by their caretakers or being pushed in a stroller. Aisha kept herself from smiling as she looked down at the helpless portal little beside her. “Claire was just like you when she first came to our dimension. She looked and most definitely felt very awkward after figuring out how our dimension worked. So many of our amazon co-workers saw her as an easy target, fortunately for Claire, she was a quick learner and managed to keep herself out of diapers during her first visit! She did have to wear pull-ups during our probation period. Not many portal littles every get to graduate back to their adult underwear.” Aisha opened her car door and then helped Chloe into a booster seat on the passenger side. “Wait! Is this…Necessary? Chloe knew what the answer but she still wanted to resist in her own futile way. It didn't help that the booster seat was bright blue and had some cartoonish designs on the side of it. “I’m afraid so. If I were to not buckle you in a booster seat, you wouldn’t be the only one to face any serious charges if we were pulled over by the cops.” Aisha buckled Chloe into her seat before putting her duffle bag in the trunk. ‘The interior is identical to the vehicles in my world, except it's larger. Everything just has to be bigger here. This entire world is like something out of a dream...Or a nightmare' “Are you comfortable enough? I can see that it’s not to your liking but it will have to do until we reach our location. Do you want a bottle of water?" Chloe politely declined Aisha's gesture. The two of them decided to remain quiet until they left the hotel parking lot. 'Can I really accomplish anything? Or am I just playing the blind fool? I'll just wait and see what Claire has to say.' Chloe hated to admit that the booster seat did keep her rather comfortable but it still felt demeaning to be in one. Around a half later, Chloe decided to speak up after getting bored by the mindless dribble on the radio regarding topics on topics that did no favors to any littles. “So Aisha, you work with Claire at Diamond Tours?” “Kind of. While I work for that very company, Claire is actually here on the behalf of Onyx Logistics, a separate company that is affiliated with mine. We go over various internal projects and make several presentations with many of the higher ups.” “How many…Portal littles do you work with?” “We used to have over two dozen in the past couple years but that number has dwindled down into the single digits. I believe we only have around five left that are still employed.” Aisha responded. “Why is that?” Chloe felt like she knew the answer but still wanted to hear it. “The portal littles that came here were eventually fired due to poor work ethnic or quit because the job became too strenuous on them.” “The portal littles that quit or are fired…Are they allowed to go back to their dimension?” Chloe asked. “They are able too under rare circumstances. Normally they will end up being adopted by a co-worker or are referred to an amazon couple that are looking to adopt. If the portal little doesn't cooperate, they will be forcefully sent to the nearest orphanage." “Why am I not surprised by all of this, Jesus.” “It’s not an easy job. It can be quite taxing on the mind. As for Claire, she seems to have a knack for this type of gig. She is currently the only portal little that hasn’t been forced to wear a diaper yet. She is so diligent on using the potty at all times.” “How do you feel about that?” Chloe now wanted to know what Aisha personally thought about Claire and perhaps get a better idea of their professional relationship. “Claire is really special to me. I’m so proud of her accomplishments and value her friendship, even after the times I almost took things a bit too far, hehe.” “Let me guess, you tried to convince her to wear a diaper and do other dumb infantile things with her?” Chloe could see that Aisha’s smile wavered for a moment while she kept her attention on the road. “I’ll admit that I allowed my maternal instincts to take over at times, which nearly caused our professional relationship to be ruined. But even after everything, Claire still has the heart to forgive me for some of my actions. I have been trying my best to keep a level head and see Claire only as a friend and co-worker…It’s not easy but I value what we have. We amazonian women are biologically programmed to see you littles as infants, or even toddlers at best. Either way, we don't have much faith that your kind are capable of properly taking care of yourselves." “Do you think believe that I am not capable of taking care of myself? And that I should just allow some random stranger to do as they please and put me in a freaking diaper!?" "No, I'm not speaking about you. I'm saying this as a generalization. We amazons know that you portal littles have proven that you can look after yourselves but in due time, your kind may slip-up on something and that in our eyes is enough to deem you incapable of being independent. Which is why you need to be extra careful while in our dimension. Unlike the native littles, your kind is allowed the opportunity to live among us, but one mistake will change all of that!" "I've seen first hand what happens when I make a mistake and what can come of it. It's still so screwed up. And the idea that my sister could be in an even worse position than I am...It makes me feel sick to my stomach." Chloe replied. "You are are a really good person Chloe. For you to go to such lengths to find your sibling. I really hope that everything will workout for you." Chloe could see that appeared genuinely concerned and prayed that most amazons were like her and not Mia." The two of them continued to converse for the next fifteen minutes until they reached their destination. “I don’t think I have met too many littles that have gone through what you have and managed to retain your freedom. You have some serious luck on your side, Hopefully it will bring you some results on finding your sister!” After parking, Aisha helped Chloe in unbuckling her from the booster seat she was confined in. "Why the hell does Claire want to work here after knowing the potential drawback of losing your very adulthood!?" Chloe asked as she enjoyed the breeze coming from the outside air. "Money and a lot of it. She is a very financially driven little. Her job pays quite well, it's one of the main reasons as to why people in her position come here. The downside is that once you begin to mess up, it could lead to a host of new issues." Ya...Working on a document in a board room one day and then you will find yourself in playpen sucking on a rattle the next.” Aisha quietly giggled at Chloe comment as she took her hand. As the two of them began to walk towards the building, Chloe noticed that it was over twice the size of the hotel she was staying at. “This building doesn’t have a name but it is owned by Diamond Tours. It acts as both a professional work environment and a hotel for the employees that are managed under Onyx Logistics. This is where Claire is staying during her short duration in our dimension.` Chloe looked up and was amazed by the architecture of the building and knew that she could easily get lost if she wasn’t careful. “So do you think I’ll be safe here? After all, I’m not employed by any of these companies.” Chloe asked as they entered the building and took a moment to check out the unique interior landscape. “Honestly I’m not entirely sure. I would recommend staying by Claire’s side at all times especially if you are not inside her room. I’ll be honest, I have many amazon co-workers that are looking to adopt. So if they were to find out that someone like you is available to claim, they will not hesitate for a second, keep that in mind before trying to do something bold.” Chloe shivered at the thought, but knew that she had to be even more cautious since she was no longer legally protected by Diamond Tours. * * * * * * * * * ‘This is so stupid, I can’t believe that I’m going to be making a presentation at one of the city’s etiquette schools. Fuck, that is one of the worst places that a little can go to. But I have to keep in mind that I’m only going for business purposes and to meet with the chairman and a few members of the top brass...Looks like Tracy will be coming with me. She’s alright for an amazonian, but still…I can’t believe that my boss at Onyx logistics approved of this meeting. He knows how these etiquette schools work. Why must I make a presentation there? I have never had to do that before. Ugh! Such a pain in the ass!' Claire was busy while writing down a few notes on her laptop while taking another swig from her trusty flask. The taste of the hard liquor going down her throat was her form of salvation. The warm sensation emitting through her body was proof that she was still an adult and that was a reminder that she needed to stay diligent. Claire was in her own world as she continued to write down everything that she would be needing to prepare herself for the meeting. She was so absorbed into her work that she nearly dropped her laptop as a knock could be heard at the front door of her room. Claire carefully put her laptop away as she walked towards the door, trying to focus her attention as she opened the door revealing both Chloe and Aisha. “Chloe! So good to see you! It feels like it’s been forever!” Claire greeted Chloe as she casually walked into her room, Aisha watched as the two portal littles hugged each other, happy for their reunion. “It really feels like it. The last few days have been nuts, I just couldn’t stay in that hotel any longer after what nearly happened to me.” “I would like to know what happened? From what I understand, the tours can be a mixed bag, especially on who the tour guide is. Was Victoria that much of a bitch?” Claire asked. “She was more creepy than bitchy, in fact, she is the main reason as to why I am here now and haven’t been kidnapped. This dimension is so messed up!” Chloe watched as Aisha placed her luggage on the floor near Claire’s bed before turning her attention back to Claire. “I’m quite surprised. She is an amazonian that has a reputation for screwing with many portal littles when she gets the chance. Thankfully she takes her job rather seriously, so I’m glad that she was able to help you in your time of need. It sounds like you were not at fault for whatever occurred. Listen, why don’t you relax and make yourself comfortable? I need to talk with Aisha for a moment and then we can continue our conversation, is that okay?” Chloe agreed to continue the chat a bit later as she laid herself down on the mattress, relieved that she was in a safe location. “It was so nice to finally meet with you Chloe! If you need anything from me, please feel free to reach out at any time!” Aisha smiled as Chloe gave a thumbs up while keeping her eyes closed. Aisha walked outside the hotel room and watched as Claire slowly walked beside her while her head was down. “Something wrong Clairey? You look rather distant.” Aisha asked as she knelt down to look Claire directly in the eyes. “I just got a notification from my boss that I’ll be needing to make a presentation at one of the etiquette schools, starting on Monday. I’m sure that you are aware of my personal opinion on them.” “I’m so sorry to hear about that. Ever since you have started working here, I have known that you have wanted to avoid going to such a facility. What is the purpose for it? Is it really related to your job?” Aisha asked with concern. “It is, apparently Onyx logistics is now going to have a partnership with one of the etiquette schools via Diamond Tours and I’m the lucky one that has to act as the middleman to bring this affiliation to fruition. I would rather not go, but I can’t exactly pick and choose where I’m needed, I get paid to obey. Anyhow, I was wondering if you could convince your manager at Diamond Tours to change your schedule so you can tag along, it would make me feel a bit safer knowing that you are there with me.” Claire blushed as she continued to look down at the floor. Aisha’s eyes sparkled at how much she was needed by her friend. “Aw! My whittle Clairey wants her mommy to protect her! I’ll see what I can do!” Aisha picked Claire up and held the girl right to her chest. “Jeez Aisha! Always coming up with such delusions, but I’ll admit that I have grown attached to your dumb as heck behavior” Claire sighed as Aisha gently patted her back. Claire knew that she still had to keep Aisha on a tight leash, if she got too comfortable, it would be possible for Aisha's maternal instincts get the best of her. “You are not possibly going by yourself are you? That would not make any sense!” Aisha asked with concern. “Tracy has already been scheduled to come with me. When it comes to most amazons, she is manageable . But I haven’t really worked with her all that much. And that is why I would like more support around me when I visit that school.” “And which Etiquette school would you be visiting? Aisha continued to hold Claire in her arms with a caring expression on her face. “The school is called Angel Aspirations, I don’t know much about it except that it’s known for producing many obedient littles, both portal and native.” “WHAT!? You are to visit that school! What is wrong with your boss! Of all the etiquette schools, that should be the last one you should visit!” Claire was taken aback by how Aisha reacted to the name, apparently she knew more about the facility than expected. “Ugh…Aisha, what exactly do you know about this etiquette school?” Claire asked as she felt a bit more apprehensive about her upcoming meeting. “It’s a religious privately owned school that has a reputation for being very strict to all littles and its guests. It’s got an incredible track record for turning even the most hardened littles into obedient babies for their amazonian parents. And unlike most etiquette schools, there is a steep financial cost for sending a little to that school. Why is Onyx logistics partnering up with such a place?” Aisha asked. “It has something to do with some of the recent regulation changes with Diamond Tours and I have to present the documents to the chairman of the school. It’s not like I’m going to the school to be rehabilitated, it’s all for business purposes.” Aisha slowly lowered Claire so she was now standing back on her feet. “I still don’t like it. That school also has a strict dress code, even for the guests. They may try to put you into a diaper if they feel it’s adequate.” “Nonsense, legally the only way I can be put in such a thing is if I have an accident. Even that school is not above the law.” Claire said. “I don’t know. I have heard that the chairman of that school has gained a lot of political influence over the years. Either way, I’ll talk with my boss and see if I can work something out. I don’t want you going to that school without my supervision!” Aisha gently patted Claire on her head before the two of them parted ways. Claire watched as Aisha exited from her field of vision before turning her direction back to her room. ‘This could be bad. If even Aisha finds that school to be a problem, then I’m in for a true test of wills. Even if I were to quit, I would still need to put my two weeks in. So legally, I’m obligated to follow through with this. I also need to think about Chloe and her situation.’ After closing the front door, Claire turned her attention to Chloe as she remained motionless on the bed. Claire assumed that she had fallen asleep. “Hey Chloe are you…!!!” Claire was shocked to see Chloe sucking on her thumb while laying on her side. Her eyes were still slightly open as they were focused on the television. Claire nudged the girl on her shoulder which eventually got her attention. “Chloe…Are you not aware? Your thumb…” Chloe didn’t understand what Claire was talking about until she tried to verbally speak. She quickly realized that her thumb was in her mouth. Chloe quickly removed her thumb with a look of horror. “What the hell!? What the freak is wrong with me!” Chloe took a look at her thumb and noticed that it was slightly wrinkled, showing that she had been sucking on it for some time. “Chloe, I think it’s about time you told me about what happened during your stay at the hotel. Given your reaction, you're most likely going through some side effects from being mentally regressed.” Claire took a seat right next to Chloe and reassured her that she would be fine as long as they were together, Chloe decided to speak up and explain everything that occurred. Around twenty minutes later, Claire hopped off the bed after hearing the whole story from Chloe. “Sounds like you had a rather aggressive amazonian targeting you. It doesn’t happen often because of the laws that are set in place, but occasionally there will be someone that will test their luck. I never expected Victoria to be the one to save you. Either way, I’m glad that you were not adopted." “So what’s going to happen to me, am I going to get worse because of that damn pacifier? How long are these effects going to last?” Chloe kept looking at her hands as if they could betray her at any moment. “You should be fine in the long run. Mentally regressive products like the pacifier you were forced to use, only have a limited time frame to affect your body, I expect by the morning that you will be back to normal and you can put the thumb sucking behind you. As long as you are not breastfed, your mental state will always return to normal." “That’s such a relief! I was really worried out about all this. It was so off-putting being regressed, It felt like I was completely zoned out. As if nothing else mattered anymore.” “I’ve seen it numerous times with many native littles. It’s a standardized way of keeping control over them. What you really need to watch out for is for the amazons that will try to help you become more accustomed to this way of living. So many of my colleagues have either lost their jobs or have quit. It usually ends up with them being adopted. Now they just spend the rest of their days shitting in their diapers and playing juvenile games, mostly in daycare centers.” Chloe began to think about her sister and was now almost convinced that she was most likely put in the same scenario. “Claire, do you have some sort of news about my sister? After what I just went through, I worry the worst about her.” Chloe pulled out the piece of paper she was given by Victoria and began to put it right next to her on the bed as Claire spoke up. “Actually I think I may have found a solution regarding your sister, but after what you have just been through, I’m not sure that it’s a viable option at this point.” Claire replied. “Just humor me Claire, I didn’t come all this way just turn tail and run.” Claire knew that her proposal was not in the best interest of either of them but she knew that if Chloe was serious about her sister, that this would be the best solution. “Alright, before I begin, I just want to let you know that I have looked over every option available and the one I’m proposing is the safest one available when it comes to your sister's whereabouts. Remember, this dimension is ruled by the amazons, we littles are just bystanders in it. So if you don’t agree to this, I would personally recommend that you consider going back to your dimension and live your life and forget that this place exists." “Shit, after all the crap I went through, If it means finding my sister, I’ll probably end up doing whatever you have in mind.” Chloe watched as Claire walked over to a desk near her and pulled out a notebook that contained a document which she then handed over to her. Chloe looked over the document for a moment. “The rugrats rental program, what the heck?” Chloe continued to read about the proposal while Claire quietly watched and waited for her response. Roughly five minutes later, Chloe slowly looked up at Claire with a concerned look on her face. “Claire…Is this seriously the only way? I want to find my sister but holy hell!” “Yes. It’s the only way that we can get an answer regarding your sister while also keeping us both safe and legally protected from adoption. This program would only last one week, after that you are legally able to leave the program under your own volition.” Claire could see that Chloe was still having a hard time accepting what she proposed. “Claire! This wouldn’t be all that bad…EXCEPT! I would have to be treated as a baby for a whole damn week by an amazon couple! How is this acceptable!?” Chloe asked as she gritted her teeth together, hating the idea that she would have to go through this to find her sister. “This is the best I can do with the limited power and connections that I have. And while you would be under the care of an amazonian couple, one of them has major influence with the city and would be able to provide an answer on your sister’s location. This is legitimate, I just recently had a meeting with him yesterday. I’m seriously trying to help here!” Chloe could see that Claire was was serious and that she knew what she was doing. “I’m sorry Claire, I don’t doubt you. It’s just frustrating. I hate how significant we are and how this dimension looks down on us. We don’t have many options…Do we?” “No…We really don’t.” The two littles took a few minutes to unwind before continuing the subject at hand. “According to this proposal, you will be working as a…Mediator? Is that right?” Chloe asked. “That is correct. Basically a go-between both you and the amazonian couple. I would be visiting you every other day for the whole week and checking up on you and making sure that your mental state has not been tampered with. If they were to personally do anything against the contract, they could get heavily fined for it and possibly see some jail time as well. And while they would still be able to treat you as their own baby, they cannot use any form of hypnosis such as pacifiers, liquids, or anything that could affect your personal judgment.” Claire explained. “But I would still be forced to wear a damn diaper…And…Ugh…Use it…Right?” “Yes. You would also be bathed, fed, nursed with a bottle that isn’t filled with any regressive properties. You would overall be leaving the standard life of the average little in this dimension. But it’s only for one week, in return you will get your answer regarding your sister. Not only that, but the amazonian couple will also be looking into ways that could reunite you with your sister depending on the outcome in finding her.” Chloe wanted to throw up, she still couldn’t believe that this was the best solution available. She had felt relieved to be out of a diaper, and now it was looking like she would be forced back into one again. “How exactly well… Do you know this amazon couple? Chloe asked. “David is a member of the county government so he has some strong connections including the tourism program with Diamond Tours. I’ve only met him a few times but overall he’s a very upstanding amazon and he has personally treated me with much respect and is willing to go through extra lengths to help out with your sister, but of course this request has to work both ways as you are well aware.” “And…His…Wife?” Chloe knew that the female amazonian’s were the ones to watch out for. Their maternal instincts were the stuff of nightmares. “I honestly don’t have much of an opinion on Megan. I believe I met her only once and that was a few years ago but I would assume that she had to be somewhat level-headed if she is married to David. Also the reason that they are agreeing to this is because their only daughter just recently went off to college and so Megan has become interested in adopting a little, preferably a portal little. And that is where you come in.” “Except this is only a one week rental thing, not some bullshit that could end up screwing me in the long term, is it?” “That’s what this program is for. It was created so portal littles could try out living the life of an adopted little but without the long term ramifications. It’s not a popular program compared to the tourism and college programs.” “Is there any way I could speak with them and perhaps alter the deal to my liking?” Chloe asked. “Perhaps, before we can even finalize the deal, you would have to meet with them face to face and discuss any concerns you have beforehand.” “Everything about this sounds wrong. The very idea that I would have to wear…Let alone use a diaper and act as some dumb useless baby…It’s just all wrong!” Chloe laid the back of her head on Claire’s bed, feeling a familiar sense of dread and hopelessness that she had back in her hotel. Claire grabbed the piece of paper that was beside Chloe and took a moment to review it. “Chloe…I know that you really want to find your sister, but you should consider your other option. Based on this document you got from Victoria, you can leave this dimension at any time. You would also be compensated quite well for the trouble that you have gone through. Though the money you would receive cannot be used for legal purposes, like hiring a lawyer in this dimension.” “Ya, but then Tanya would be all alone in this cursed place. I just can’t leave her. I have already been through too much shit to just give up and call it a day!” “Are you really willing to spend a week as a baby just so you can get an answer about your sister. Keep in mind, even if she is here in this dimension, if we find out that she’s been adopted, there is basically nothing you can do at that point. Also, If you agree to this, you cannot opt out until the agreement is fulfilled. A Lot can happen in one week.” “Most likely my sister is being forced against her will to be a plaything for one of these monsters, if I have to suffer the indignity of being pranced around as a baby…Fuck…I’ll go through with it…It’s just one week of suffering, I can manage somehow.. ” Claire could see that Chloe was not going to change her mind and seemed to be committed. “Also Chloe, if you find out your sister is not actually in this dimension, you still have to go through this program for one week regardless. You can’t just quit after getting the answer you want." “Well, let’s just worry about that when the time comes. I would prefer to know that Tanya made it back to our dimension in one piece, so that way I can smack her in the face when I get back!” Claire admired Chloe’s determination, especially after trauma she just went through earlier on in the day. “Say Claire, do you think I can take a shower right now? I really want to get rid of this lingering smell of baby powder on my body..” “Hehe. Sure thing, Just open the door to your right, the bathroom is sized for a little, so you will be good in there.” Claire smiled as she put the documents away and watched Chloe grab a towel for herself. “One more thing…This is kind of awkward, but I don’t suppose you have any spare underwear I could wear. The psycho amazon that nearly kidnapped me apparently threw all my mine away so i got nothing to wear underneath.” Chloe blushed for asking such an odd question. “No problem, here ya go. You appear to be around the same size as me, I know that pull-ups and diapers are not exactly to your taste, hehe.” Claire tried to joke about it, but could see that Chloe wasn't in the mood after figuring out what she would soon be going through. As Chloe closed the bathroom door to clean herself, Claire took a seat on the nearby recliner and began to wonder about her own predicament. 'I too need to be careful. I’ll be making a presentation at a religious etiquette school. One wrong move and I could be permanently screwed. And if that happens, Chloe will most likely be as well.’ Claire hoped that she would not be forced to see all the unfortunate littles that were confined in that facility. She only wanted to get in and get out as soon as she could. But what really worried her was about what Aisha told her about the dress code. She knew that some facilities had strict guidelines even for guests and that she had been lucky enough to avoid having to go to any of them to this point. And now she was about to enter the great abyss that could easily swallow her up. * * * * * * * “GOD DAMN THIS FEELS SO GOOD!” Chloe enjoyed every minute as she washed off every part of her body before exiting the shower and drying herself off. Chloe felt invigorated after drying her hair and putting on the spare panties she was given, she then looked over at herself in the mirror and felt a bit more positive about her body. ‘I just have to remind myself that this whole baby bullshit isn’t permanent. Claire has my back. And if I find out that my sister is alright and not a captive in this dimension, it will be worth it in the end!" Chloe did feel a bit irritated after taking a quick glimpse at her privates and seeing the results of Mia’s actions. Having her pubic hair forcefully removed was an act that Chloe would not forget for some time. ‘No matter what, I’m definitely getting therapy after I come back home!’ After exiting the bathroom, Claire watched as Chloe hopped on her bed and laid right beside her. “You're looking much more carefree. Feeling like your old self again?" “Damn straight! Chloe stretched her arms out as she rested the back of her head on one of the pillows. “I guess I’ll go and take a shower myself, do you want a nightgown to wear for the night?” Claire noticed that Chloe didn't mind being in just her underwear while around her. “I’m good. In fact I’m probably going to take a short nap while you do your thing.” “Alright, I'll order us some room service after I’m done, how’s that sound?” “As long as it's not in a bottle, I'm good. Get whatever you feel like. I’m gonna get some rest now.” Chloe closed her eyes with a smile on her face. Claire sighed as she entered the bathroom and began to strip down herself. ‘I hope Chloe will understand that this plan isn’t perfect, there obviously are loopholes regarding this rental program. This next week is going to be pivotal for the two of us. I just need to keep my head up and focus on the upcoming meeting!" After spending a half hour in the shower, Claire took her time drying herself and then put on a nightgown before exiting the bathroom. Claire noticed that Chloe was soundly asleep on her bed while also sucking on her thumb at the same time. “The side effects from that pacifier are really something. I guess I’ll let you sleep a bit longer and wake you when the food arrives. Tomorrow you are going to be meeting with your temporary amazonian parents. If you really go through this, it’s gonna be a rough week for you.” Claire pulled the covers over Chloe’s body as she grabbed her phone and began to call for room service while changing the channel on the television. ‘It’s the calm before the storm. I really hope everything goes as planned.’ Claire had a gut feeling that something vital was going to bring everything down upon her and Chloe. Claire didn’t like the foreboding feeling so she went and grabbed her trust flask and enjoyed the nice quick buzz from the hard liquor. A small personal escape from the cruel reality of the amazonian dimension.

Joey is a shy eighteen-year-old man just trying to get through school without having an embarrassing secret found out. Like all students he has to navigate friends, bullies and crushes on people that seem entirely unobtainable. Max and Megan are twins the same age as Joey but vastly different. The biggest bullies in school, they come from a wealthy family and aren't afraid to throw their weight around. They are looking to leave school with a bang. Come and meet the main characters of a story about about humiliation... and retribution! --- If you like what you read and would like to support me by helping me to pay for my groceries and mortgage please feel fre to check out my Patreon. Patrons get early access to all my stories for just $5 a month and for $10 you get to read everything I've written AND get access to 41 PATREON EXCLUSIVE STORIES! Every patron is very appreciated and allows me to keep writing as much as I do https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Pranks and Punishments By Elfy --- Joey --- “It’s time for school!” Mandy knocked on the door loudly and shouted into Joey’s room. Joey was already awake. He had woken up fifteen minutes earlier when his alarm went off but he had barely moved. He knew it was time for school and that was the reason he didn’t want to get out of bed. At eighteen-years-old Joey was finishing school in just a matter of weeks but that didn’t make getting up and going there any easier. To say he wasn’t a popular student would be an understatement, he was a social pariah with only one real friend. He had been picked on quite a bit for his nerdy interests but somehow he had managed to keep the biggest flaw he had secret. He knew that if his secret got out it would be the end of his life. “Are you ready for me?” Mandy called through the door. “Give me a minute…” Joey grunted in reply. As Joey heard Mandy’s footsteps retreating from the bedroom door he plucked up the courage to pull off his covers. He pushed himself into a sitting position and heard the familiar sound of crinkling coming from his waist. He rubbed his eyes to clear them of sleep and scratched his chest. He reached down to his ever present diaper and sighed when he felt the wetness. The padding had puffed up and felt very smooth, a good sign that he had soaked it in the night. “Ready now?” Mandy asked. “I guess so.” Joey replied reluctantly. Mandy opened the door. She was already wearing her nurse uniform, she would be going to work soon. She was Joey’s older sister, twenty-three-years-old and de facto caretaker of Joey. She walked in with a warm smile and went straight to the window to open the curtains. Mandy then went to the chest of drawers on the wall opposite the door to pull out one of the seemingly endless diapers. “Did you sleep well?” Mandy asked, “Judging by your diaper I would say you did.” Joey blushed a little but didn’t respond. After all these years he was used to his older sister making casual comments about his embarrassing issue. He assumed that Mandy thought it helped destigmatise the disposables when really it just made him even more self-conscious. Mandy was Joey’s guardian and had been for quite a while. Despite how she often embarrassed him Joey loved her. When Joey had been very small his parents had died in a car accident that hadn’t been their fault. The siblings had been left home and though Joey was too young to understand what was going on he could see just how sad his sister was. It wasn’t long after this that he started bedwetting. Joey and Mandy moved in with their grandparents who looked after them all the way up until a year previously when they had to move into residential care. The health of the elderly grandparents had been declining for a while before the decision was made. Fortunately for Joey and Mandy between the inheritance from their parents and financial aid from their grandparents they were able to buy themselves a small house. Mandy had taken custody of her brother and that was how they now lived. Over all the time since his parents had died Joey’s control of his bladder only got worse. Infrequent bed wetting became a nightly thing but the need to wear non-stop was a much more recent thing. It had only been in the last two months that Joey’s accidents had progressed to the point where he needed diapers all the time. A trip to the doctors and a battery of scans found Joey had a very under developed bladder. He distinctly remembered asking what they could do about it and the doctor replying with a shrug. When Mandy suggested diapers the doctor was unable to keep a straight face. This was all made worse by the fact that the doctor was the father of a pair of twins who were notorious bullies in Joey’s grade at school. Joey had never taken care of his diapers. When he wet the bed as a youngster his grandparents took care of it and when Megan was old enough she started to help out. Joey knew it was strange for his sister to change his diapers at this age but she seemed to regard it as a great bonding experience so he let her do it. She had seen everything as he grew up anyway so he didn’t know if he should be embarrassed about it now. He certainly knew he would be embarrassed if anyone found out though. “I’ve got to leave for work early today. Will you be alright if I drop you off a bit early?” Mandy asked as she started pulling the tapes away from the front of the diaper. “Yeah.” Joey replied as he looked up to the ceiling and felt the cool breeze blowing against his sensitive skin. Mandy had changed a lot of Joey’s diapers by this point and she was basically a pro. Cold wet wipes made Joey jump to Mandy’s amusement and the old diaper was replaced with a new one. He felt the fresh padding come up between his legs and get taped closed. As usual his sister had done a masterful job. “Thanks.” Joey mumbled through his embarrassment. “You’re welcome.” Mandy replied. She patted the padding with a smile, “Come on, I’ll make you some breakfast before we leave.” --- Max and Megan --- “… And I told them that if he doesn’t want to be depressed maybe he should get a job!” Anthony exclaimed as he ruffled his newspapers. He had no time for these freeloaders and their excuses to get disability checks. As Anthony self-importantly glanced around the kitchen to make sure his family were paying attention to him he cleared his throat and checked his watch. He would have to make a move soon. Another day of treating the sick and infirm awaited. “Come on Max, you need to finish your breakfast.” Jane bustled around the kitchen packing lunches for her husband and the twins, “Megan don’t forget you have that club meeting at lunch. Anthony, we have a dinner date tonight so be home promptly. I have to get going. I love you all and see you later.” As Jane left the kitchen in her suit Anthony didn’t even put his newspaper down. Max and Megan, the eighteen-year-old twin offspring of the family, gave their mom a couple of kisses before she left. Jane was a businesswoman and a very good one at that. She earned a lot of money that allowed the family to live in relative luxury. It might’ve been Anthony who acted like he wore the pants in the family but Jane was where the power really laid. Max was slouched back in his chair and yawning. He had been up late playing video games and the mornings were often a struggle for him. He pecked at breakfast without much appetite. Megan was the smarter twin but rarely used that intelligence for schoolwork. She was the schemer and often saw Max as just the muscle to carry out her plans. The twins were bullies and they knew it. Their family was wealthier than nearly anyone else in their small town and they thought they could get away with anything they did. They were right. It seemed that no matter what problems they caused their mother was able to get them out of it. She was very well connected throughout the town and that meant she had a lot of strings to pull. Several times the twins were on the verge of getting suspended at school only for Jane to swoop in and soothe everything with a few words. All she had to do was remind the principal of her funding contributions and problems seemed to disappear. “Are you two ready to go?” Anthony asked a few minutes later. “We’re ready.” Megan replied for both herself and her brother. The twins were soon into the car and heading towards school. It was their final year before college, neither really had the grades to go anyway good but, as usual, money talks and both Max and Megan had places lined up at a prestigious nearby university. Max was the first to get out of the car. He swaggered forwards with his bag slung over one shoulder. He was followed soon after by Megan. As the two walked towards the classrooms the sea of students in front of them parted to make room. Everyone melted into the background before the twins, no one wanted to stand out and become the target. “Who’s buying me lunch today?” Max called out confidently. Max loved the way that everyone averted their eyes or tried to hide from his view. He picked a student almost at random, a girl several years below him with braces and glasses, she nervously clutched her books to her chest as Max advanced on her. Max held out his hand and clicked his fingers expectantly. The girl fumbled in her pockets and then placed a few dollars into Max’s hand. “Much obliged.” Max sneered as he turned away and swaggered back to his sister. “You really shouldn’t waste your energy on this low grade stuff.” Megan chastised her brother as they walked into the school. “What can I say?” Max replied with a grin, “I get hungry.” “I want to create some real mischief.” Megan said, “Something that will liven up this place. We’re leaving soon and I want to be remembered.” “Sounds like a lot of work.” Max replied as he stretched his arms above his head. “The question is what will be memorable…” Megan looked around at the crowd like a predator searching for prey. “Well you can work that angle.” Max replied, “I have English first lesson. Sounds like a great time for a nap.” --- Joey --- Nobody knew about Joey’s diapers. He had taken great pains to make sure no one knew except for the school nurse and the teachers. There had been questions as his problem got worse as to why he didn’t change himself but Megan had explained it all away. Joey didn’t know what she said, all he knew was that he was to visit the school nurse twice a day for changes, sometimes he would have to visit more depending on how much he wet. Joey hadn’t taken part in gym class for a long time. He had told his classmates he had bad asthma and thankfully no one pushed him on that. He usually spent those periods sitting to the side and doing homework for other classes. It was a struggle and keeping the diapers hidden was constantly on his mind. It honestly felt like a miracle that he had made it this far. As Joey walked into school he had to pass a big knot of people who were trying to avoid the two bullies that scared him the most. Max and Megan were causing trouble as usual, Joey knew if anyone was ever likely to discover his secret and spread the news it was those two. As a consequence Joey did everything he could to avoid them. Joey walked through the front doors of the main school building and simultaneously felt himself wetting. He often had a little warning before he needed to go but he was never going to make it to the toilet. He just acted as casually as he could whilst the front of his diaper slowly warmed and made his way to his locker. “Hi!” A sudden cheery voice made Joey jump and slam his locker closed. “Oh, hi Fiona. Are you alright?” Joey felt his stomach do a little flip. “I’m great, thanks.” Fiona smiled, “Are you OK? You’re looking a little flustered.” Joey felt a stab of anxiety at his heart. He had finished wetting himself after coming in but he could still feel the creeping heat as his padding absorbed his accident. He didn’t realise he was still a little red in the face. “I’m fine!” Joey said. From the way Fiona’s smile faltered he could tell he said it far too loudly, “I just had to, erm, run a bit to get here on time.” “Doesn’t your sister drop you off?” Fiona asked. “I… Well…” Joey was a terrible liar and he could feel the heat of embarrassment rise making his face redder and redder. The bell rang to signal the start of the first lesson. Joey used it as a convenient excuse to make his escape from this conversation. He hurried to his English class and got there just before the teacher shut the door. He walked in and saw that all the desks were taken bar one. With a shudder of apprehension he walked to the empty seat which was right in front of Max. “How’s it going, nerd?” Max grinned smugly. Joey didn’t answer as he quickly sat down and felt his pulse raising. He was called a nerd for an obvious reason… he was one! He played tabletop role playing games online with friends from all over the world, he enjoyed science fiction and reading. He wasn’t someone who hung out a lot outside of school. Joey was on edge constantly. He hated not being able to sit at the back of the room, he was constantly worried that his diaper might peek out between his shirt and pants. With Max sitting right behind him it was the worst possible situation. He kept reaching back to pull his shirt down over the top of his pants. “We are doing a mock exam.” The English teacher said once everyone had finished unpacking their things, “Take one of these tests and pass them back. It’s a mock exam but no cheating unless you want to fail the class.” The tests were handed out and Joey felt a little relief. He was good at exams but more importantly it meant everyone was going to be quiet and focused on themselves. The chances of even Max finding out his secret drastically lessened. Joey was smart and put in a lot of work studying so as he put pen to paper he was soon quickly answering questions and feeling confident. The room was silent except for the occasional cough or sneeze. At some point there was a knock on the door and Joey looked up to see the teacher walking across, she opened it and whispered to someone outside the room. The teacher sighed and then stepped out of the room looking a little irritated. “Hey.” Max’s deeper voice muttered from behind Joey, “Psst, nerd, turn around!” Joey gulped nervously. He tried to ignore the voice because he was desperate not to get into trouble. The teacher could walk back in at any minute and if he was caught talking he could get sanctioned or in trouble, all his hard work would’ve been for nothing. Joey just wanted to keep his head down and fade into the background. “Hey!” Joey felt a balled up piece of paper hit the back of his head, “Don’t ignore me.” Joey looked at the door nervously praying the teacher would walk in at that moment. When the door remained closed he slowly turned around to look at Max who was leaning over his desk with a confident smirk. “Let me copy you.” Max said. It was more a statement than a request. “I… I can’t.” Joey replied nervously, “Sorry.” “You can.” Max continued, “I’ve seen you writing away. Give me what you’ve written, you can start again.” “If the teacher sees it I’ll get in big trouble.” Joey said. He really wished he wasn’t in this situation. Whenever he felt anxious it seemed like his diaper was a hundred times more noticeable. “I don’t give a crap.” Max said with a shrug, “We won’t get in trouble.” Joey didn’t say what he was thinking. “You might not but I will…” Joey thought anxiously. He knew that Max and his twin were basically invulnerable to punishment and if the teacher found Max copying Joey’s work there was only one person who would be getting into trouble for it. “Hand it over.” Max said more insistently. He held his hand out and waved his fingers impatiently. Joey didn’t know what to do. On the one side he had his strict teacher and the potential to fail a class he had worked so hard in and on the other side was Max, the feared bully who was now staring at Joey expectantly. The seconds ticked by and Joey didn’t move. “I’m warning yo-” Max didn’t have time to finish his thought as the door to the class opened. Joey quickly shifted to face forwards again. He could feel his heart hammering but was thankful that the teacher had returned when she did to save him from Max. He swallowed hard and tried to get his brain to relax so he could continue working. “You’ll regret that…” Max hissed from behind Joey. Joey shuddered and simultaneously felt his diaper suddenly warming up. He closed his eyes and winced as he helplessly wet himself in his seat. He tried not to make it obvious that something was amiss but it was difficult to act normal whilst soaking yourself like that. Joey felt even more embarrassed than usual, not only was he embarrassingly wetting himself but it was in response to Max. He felt like a cartoon character wetting themselves in fear of the big bad bully. When the bell rang and everyone put their things away Joey was happy to get out of the room as fast as possible. He glanced over his shoulder as he left and saw Max watching him, he felt a chill go down his spine. He could feel the warm sides of his diaper rubbing on the inside of his thighs. He was forced to waddle a little as he hurried away from Max. Out in the hallway Joey tried to covertly assess his diaper but knew he needed a change. The padding had absorbed his urine and swelled up to hang low and rub against his thighs. He would be late for his next lesson which would surely look weird to the other students but it couldn’t be helped. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time he showed up to a class inexplicably late. Joey walked down the hallway away from the classroom. The nurse’s office was at the far end of the busy thoroughfare. Joey knocked on the door and then looked around anxiously, students were passing him in both directions but no one was paying him much attention. He bit his lip as he waited, he hoped no one was already inside. “Come in.” Came a female voice from inside the office. Joey pushed the door open and stepped inside. The nurse was sitting at her computer and turned to smile when Joey stepped inside and closed the door. The nurse was in her mid-thirties and quite mousy in appearance. She was very thin, looking like a strong breeze would knock her over, but she was surprisingly strong as Joey knew. Her thick blonde hair was curled and came down to her shoulders. Joey knew her as Joyce “The usual?” Joyce asked cheerily. Joey nodded his head shyly. Having been in diapers full-time for years it was not at all unusual for Joey to see the nurse more than once a day. He knew the routine and although he still got embarrassed it was a lot easier to go through this than it once was. He put his bag down and then pulled his pants down revealing his diaper. “I’ll be with you in a second.” Joyce said over her shoulder, “Just a wet one?” Joey cringed but nodded his head. A vast majority of his diapers at school were just wet but he would be lying if he had never had a messy accident for the nurse to change. Joey hopped up on to the table and laid down. He was left alone for around a minute as Joyce finished sorting through a box. She then pushed the box back against the wall and reached into a cupboard just above the sink. “Hmm, we’re going to have to get your sister to bring in some more diapers.” Joyce said as she pulled a fresh disposable put of the clear plastic packaging, “Looks like we’ve nearly gone through the last shipment.” “Already?” Joey couldn’t keep the surprise out of his voice. “They never last as long as you think they will.” Joyce chuckled as she took the baby powder and wipes out from a drawer. Joey didn’t look forward to telling Mandy that she needed to spend yet more money on his diapers. She never blamed him for needing more but he knew it was a strain on their finances. Mandy always insisted on buying premium quality diapers even though Joey told her cheaper ones would work just fine. Joey’s sister insisted that it was important for Joey to be comfortable. That extended to school as well, since the diapers Joey wore were expensive the school wouldn’t pay for them leaving it up to Mandy. Joey hoped one day he would get rich and would be able to pay Megan back for all her support. The tapes on the diaper were loudly ripped off as Joey stared stoically up at the ceiling. He always felt like he should apologise for these changes no matter who was doing them. The nurse always said it was no problem and just part of her job but Joey always thought he was putting her out. Joey didn’t know what Mandy had told the school but no one ever suggested he should change himself. “It’s a good job you came when you did.” Joyce said with a smile as she pulled out a bunch of wipes, “Not sure this would make it through another lesson.” The smell of concentrated urine filled the air before the scent of the wet wipes joined in. Outside of his bedroom and the nurse’s office Joey recognized the smell as that of a nursery. It was the baby smell that parents would recognise as a freshly changed diaper. Joey felt the nurse gingerly move him around to wipe every part with the damp tissues. He tried not to blush but inevitably did so. He prayed that his genitals wouldn’t mistake the cleaning for sexual intent, it didn’t happen often but whenever it did occur it was always mortifying for the young man. “There we go.” Joyce said as she placed the last of the tapes. She patted the front of the diaper and smiled, “Should last until you get home but you know where I am if you need me.” “Thanks.” Joey muttered quietly. “Don’t forget to let your sister know about needing more diapers.” Joyce said as she dropped the used disposable in the trash, “The ones the school supplies would see you coming in here twice as often.” “Right.” Joey said. He tried to smile but it came off as more of a grimace. In truth Joey wanted to get out of the nurse’s office as quickly as possible. He didn’t like hanging around before or after a change since it just risked him being seen by someone who would ask awkward questions. He opened the door as soon as he saw the lid to the trash can was closed and stepped out into the busy hallway. “Oh! Sorry!” Joey was in such a hurry he hadn’t been watching where he was going and he bumped right into a young woman causing her to drop the folders in her arms, “I was in a rush… and…” Joey stuttered to a stop as he looked up and saw Fiona. She was bending over to pick up her dropped papers and Joey stooped down to help. “It’s OK.” Fiona’s voice made Joey’s heart swell even if she did sound a little annoyed, “What were you doing in there?” “In there?” Joey replied as he handed over the few pages he had picked up. “The nurse’s office.” Fiona clarified as she gestured over Joey’s shoulder to the door he had just walked out of. “Oh, I, erm… Just wasn’t feeling well.” Joey said unconvincingly, “I’m better now though.” “Oh, that’s good.” Fiona smiled. “Yeah…” Joey felt like he had to make the whole thing sound more convincing, “I threw up and I’m better now.” As Joey smiled reassuringly he saw Fiona’s smile flicker and then disappear as she shuffled backwards noticeably. Joey’s mouth dropped open as he realised what he said. Rather than explaining himself he was making himself sound disgusting. It was better than the truth at least. “Right… Well, I’ll see you later.” Fiona had the look of someone who wanted to get away from Joey as quickly as possible. She gave him a wide berth as she disappeared into the nurse’s office herself. Joey prayed Joyce had put the changing supplies away already. Joey kept his forced smile up until the door closed and then faced the wall. With his eyes shut he lightly tapped his head against the wall and cursed himself for his own awkwardness. As if to put the cherry on top he felt his diaper suddenly warming and realised he was wetting himself, the dry diaper didn’t even last five minutes.

Whelp somehow I managed to evade COVID for the past 2 years but, not so any more! ??. After a few days of exhaustion I’m slowly feeling back to my normal self again. I can’t say much good has come from having Covid. 1/10 would not recommend. However, I noticed that at the peak of my exhaustion I was too tired to care about my bladder and my bladder output. It’s hard for me track at baseline, and with the exhaustion I gave up even trying. For me this is a big deal because I tend to unnecessarily track to the point of obsessing, all things bladder related. Part it is a fear of leaks, but mostly I want to study and explore how incontinent I am. Even so all that tracking takes up mental energy and distracts me from the rest of my life. Instead, I slapped on a thick diaper and set an alarm for my next diaper check. I then made the deliberate decision that I will risk leaks as long as I didn’t have to expend energy fretting over my diaper. Basically I gave myself permission to not obsess over my diaper and it was a welcome respite. I’m not sure if there’s a bigger take home message here, other than look on the bright side of life?

I am a reader and certainly not a writer. All of the viewpoints expressed above are valid and I do understand and appreciate both the constructive criticisms and willingness to offer support to the writer in that manner. All that being said, I liked it just the way it is!

Don't really know what it was. They were getting ready to draw blood - but I am usually fine with that. I just got light-headed and it felt like my ears got muffled and then... out! All my vitals were fine. They took extra blood tests and had me stay until I was feeling better.

Fair enough. It was a deliberate choice and not how I normally write, so a bit of an experiment that may not have worked terribly well.

I have few memories of early childhood. That may be good, I do not remember all the pains of growing up either and unable to express what is wrong. Later as a kid, my dad used to threaten diapers as a punishment. I cannot recall him ever doing it.

This is interesting - I hadn't really thought about this until you said it this way, but not too many stories take place exclusively in the past tense. It does sort of limit the freshness of the emotions. It's great feedback. As I edit these, I'll see what I can do to inject a little something more into them. I do think that some will be more visceral than others, but putting these out now will help establish some things that will make later stories that I've already written or hope to write work much better, and I can promise those will be more active in the traditional sense. Anyways, without further adieu... --------- Who’s a smelly girl? It’s Stephanie! It’s the mess that makes the baby. Or really, the messes. There’s the messy faces after a feeding, or the messy playrooms after an afternoon of playing with just about every toy under the sun. But, of course, it’s the messy diapers that really remind all involved that we’ve got a big baby on our hands, not the big girl that most of our little ones like to think they are. Today we hear from Pat, Stephanie’s mother, about just how much both she and Stephanie understood that the first messy diaper was what would really make her a baby, and the battle it took to make sure it happened. It’s part of our series where we learn a little more about each of our girls through the story of the first time they used their diaper to its fullest extent. What was going on the first time that Baby Stephanie made a messy diaper? Ooh, man. The fight of our life, that was what was going on! I think that we were on day six of Stephanie being back to Baby Stephanie by the time we finally got to the messy diaper. I knew I was not going to give in, but for a while I wasn’t so sure that she was either. Really the fight had been going on for more than a year. Her father and I had given her a credit card to help out with the groceries when she moved off campus for her junior year of college. At first, that had been fine, but within about 4 months she started racking up absolutely massive bills from online shopping and from going to the mall. She swears she wasn’t, but she must have been treating some of her friends. At first we talked to her about it and she promised that she would stop, but the bill got bigger the next month, not smaller. So our next solution was to replace her credit card with a debit card, so that she couldn’t spend more than we had allowed her. Well, apparently she’d written down her credit card number, because that didn’t stop her either – the credit card bill was even higher the next month. We canceled the card altogether, which at least stopped her for the rest of the school year. And we forced her to get a job for the summer to pay us back some of the many thousands of dollars that she’d stolen from us. We figured that was the end of it. But when she got home for the summer, our first credit card bill was obscene again (plus we were getting packages left and right!). We confronted her, and finally she admitted that she had been stealing our credit cards at night and using them to buy things online. So while she was supposed to be working to pay off her debt, she was actually stealing even more! I just about flipped my lid, and finally we told her that if it ever happened again the consequences would be that we would punish her so much that she wouldn’t even have a way to think about stealing our credit cards from us ever again. This time, we also monitored our credit cards really closely. Sure enough, within a week she did it again. We weren’t actually quite ready, and we didn’t want to tell her what the plan was beforehand and then have this awkward period where we couldn’t really make good on it, so we spent the next couple of weeks preparing the nursery in the guest room while she was at work. She never had a clue. And at the end of the billing cycle, we showed her the evidence and explained to her that she was going to be a baby now – no phones, no computers, and certainly no online shopping. And the only time she would be out of our sight would be when she was safely locked in her crib. Of course, she was NOT happy. But two against one, we were able to get her subdued and dressed, and eventually she sort of reluctantly was somewhat behaving. We had a bunch of tantrums. The baby food was a bad one, for sure. At nighttime, when she realized her pajamas were going to make her hands completely useless and make it so she couldn’t get out of her diaper, I think she really panicked. I think she’d thought she could avoid wetting somehow, but that was when she realized she couldn’t. So that was quite the tantrum. And so was the one at about 10:30 when she finally wet herself after more than 10 hours of holding back. Especially when she realized she wasn’t going to get changed just because she’d wet. Come morning, she was very contrite, and I made the rookie mistake of taking that for giving in. She did sort of seem to have, and she was a little more cooperative with the food and even the wetting that day, although she still talked back far more than was allowed (which earned her a soapy mouth, among other things). Still, by the third day I think we relaxed too much. I was making dinner when Jimmy went to the bathroom while she was in her playpen, and the next thing we knew he came back out to find that she’d taken off her diaper and pooped right on the floor in there. We hadn’t been surprised that she’d been holding it – we’d figured that would be the last thing she’d give in on and it might still be three or four days. But I absolutely don’t think we’d expected what she actually did, even if we knew she wasn’t going to be happy about it. We put her straight to bed, partly just so we could figure out what the heck we were going to do with her. Our solution was the pajamas in the short term. We ordered some locking diaper covers for her, but before those could come, she wore her pajamas constantly for the next couple of weeks. In those her hands were useless, and she didn’t have a whole lot of access to her diapers. When we told her the next morning, you could see a look of concern on her face, since she’d probably already tested those and realized how much she had no hope of tampering when she was in those. Of course, she wasn’t done fighting yet. She went another day and almost the entire next day without messing. I was a little surprised by that. My sense was that she’d held on once, but that the back-up would be getting pretty extreme at this point, but her resolve was strong. This time, she managed to avoid it by pooping in the tub during a bath. She actually waited until it was just about over, but when I stood her up to dry her off, she paused in a squat and grunted until she’d let out a poop. I tried to pull her up, but she took a good grasp of the little bar for a facecloth and kept pushing until she’d let out a couple more logs. When she got up, she had a really satisfied look on her face. I was livid, but I have to admit she was resourceful. No wonder she was able to come up with new ways to steal from us for so long. Of course, I put her straight to bed again, and this time I told her that there would be no bath time until she had made a messy diaper. She scrunched up her brow, but this time I felt confident I had her. I’ve always wondered if she really thought she could avoid it forever, because of course there was absolutely no way that was going to happen! What do you remember about the first time Baby Stephanie actually messed? I guess that the diet of baby food and formula was starting to work in our favor, because we only had to wait until the next afternoon for it to finally happen. We had her in one of her PJs again, since the plastic pants were still going to take a little while. They did seem to help in subduing her. She couldn’t really use her hands much in them since they made her fingers useless and completely removed her ability to get at her diapers. She went through the morning just sort of moping in her playpen as normal, but after naptime I sensed that she might be struggling. While I was feeding her her bottle afterwards, there were a couple of grimaces that seemed like they might have been cramps. And when I had her crawl over to her playpen afterwards her movement was especially ginger. I grabbed a book to read on the couch, since I sensed the end was finally near. I couldn’t imagine how she would, since the playpen kept her well contained and the clothes took away any remaining chance of escape, but I was still anxious to avoid any repeat of the last couple of incidents. And frankly, after all of the trouble she’d put us through with the credit cards, and the massive struggle of the last five days, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit looking forward to seeing the moment when she had to fully give in and start living by our rules. She fought for longer than I thought she would. I guess it was no surprise that she was stubborn. But finally, after more than an hour, she gasped, then groaned, and then suddenly it was happening. She must have had a cramp that was too strong, and once the first breach happened she just gave in and finished the job. Her face scrunched up and you could see she was pushing. In fact, watching her expressions was like striking gold. She kept alternating between a look of disgusted shock and more of a focused pushing face. It probably took her about five minutes to finish. How did she react? She’d been kind of on her knees in the playpen before she started, but when it happened, she’d straightened up a little but stuck out her waist. But after she was finished she gingerly dropped herself to her hands and knees. You could see that she was trying to shift as little as possible. I’m sure she was trying to find a way to have the poop touch as little of her as possible, although we all know that the babies can’t win that game. I watched that for a few minutes, but the smell was awful, and I wasn’t planning on changing her for a while, since I wasn’t about to let her off the hook for her antics over the last week. Besides, she was certainly going to need to get used to dirty diapers, so I didn’t want to give her the expectation that she’d be getting a quick change the very first time. So, I closed up my book and got up to head into the kitchen to start thinking about dinner. She visibly reacted to my getting up, maybe expecting that I was going to change her. So, I stopped by her playpen on my way out of the room. When I got there, I bent over the sides and cupped the seat of her diaper with my hand, sort of pausing on each distinct lump, and then dramatically took a big sniff of her backside, which of course was totally unnecessary. I said something like, “Oh no, I thought I smelled something! I think someone’s a stinky baby!” and I gave a little extra push on the back of the diaper as I did it, which definitely got the little reaction I was looking for. “I guess I’ll have to change you later.” And that is when her reaction really kicked in. “Please, mommy,” she whimpered from behind her pacifier. She hadn’t called my mommy nearly as convincingly before that. And her eyes had gone from the angry glare that she’d had for pretty much a week to complete and total pleading. I swear, I literally saw the fight come out of her right then and there. “You thought there would be no consequences, didn’t you?” I asked. This was the last time I can remember when I didn’t talk to her like a baby. “We were more than fair, but you just couldn’t take the chances we kept giving you. Just remember that it’s all your fault.” And then I left her to think about that on her own. What was the change like? I probably left her for about an hour. I’m sure back then it felt like forever to her, but these days that wouldn’t necessarily be that rare for her. When I came back into the room, there hadn’t been much change in her expression. The best way I could describe it was that she looked defeated. I walked over and opened the playpen gate. “Crawl to your nursery, little girl. We don’t want you in that stinky diaper for dinner, do we?” She certainly didn’t need a second invitation, although I could tell as soon as she started to crawl that she wasn’t enjoying the mess squishing around on her bottom with every movement of her legs. When we got to the nursery I boosted her onto the changing table, and for the first time she sat her full weight on the seat of a dirty diaper. She cringed. I laid her back and quickly put the little strap we had on the table over her chest and arms. It kept her out of the way, but we learned pretty quickly that it wasn’t really necessary, since when she was going to get out of a used diaper, she was usually about as cooperative as she ever was, not less. I grabbed a new diaper and then unsnapped the crotch poppers on her jammies. “Let’s unwrap this little present, huh baby girl?” I asked, which practically turned her all the way purple. Still, that was the only indication I got that she was even listening. Otherwise, she just kept sucking her pacifier and staring intently at the ceiling. I peeled off the tapes, which revealed the mess. I have to say, the internet had told me that the first time I changed a dirty adult diaper I might be a little overwhelmed, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d actually expected. Sure, it was quite a lot, and it smelled pretty foul, but it wasn’t really any harder than changing a baby’s dirty diaper. I got right to it, and she never fussed or resisted when I manipulated her legs to wipe her bum and her privates or anything. So the whole thing was actually sort of uneventful considering what had come before it. Does anything else stand out? Only that the mess really was the biggest battle for us with Stephanie. She’d been such a handful for so long, just basically doing whatever she wanted, and even the diapers hadn’t stopped her willfulness. But as soon as we finally got her to mess herself, it was like she knew she had lost, and that she didn’t have any tricks left to try. We still got in some locking plastic pants, and we used them for several months, but I don’t think we needed to, or at least not for that long. She never complained again. I know she doesn’t like being a baby, and she definitely doesn’t like using the diapers, but she seemed to realize once she’d tried so many ways to avoid messing them and still failed that we’d gotten her and that she wasn’t going to win. It’s not like she is the perfect baby now, but the fight just isn’t really there. And for me, I have to say it was a little cathartic. Obviously, the baby treatment is still a punishment, but it’s more like a security measure now. I am almost embarrassed by how vindictively excited I was the first time she messed, but ever since it's been easier to just treat her like a baby. You never forget that she isn’t really, but you can just treat her like one, without having to feel like you need to go over the top to enforce it now. So I feel like her messing triggered the start of big baby Stephanie just being part of our new normal life.

The peace and solitude of the early morning is best and accentuated with a wet and messy diaper. My morning diaper is wet, warm, messy, squishy, and soooo very enjoyable and pleasurable. Since I am sitting here, the squish is delightful, but not a diaper blow-out. As much as I enjoy a wet and poopy diaper, I don't really like a leaky diaper or a diaper blow-out when the messy does not stay in the diaper and squishes out. I will stay in my messy diaper for several hours, but if I have a diaper blow out I change right away.

I was probably 5 or 6 in the early 1950s and already out of diapers. For reasons that I cannot explain, I had a desire to poop in my underpants. There were no diapers in my house, so I would stuff old towels or old pillow cases found in the basement into my underpants and poop. I would get excited whenever I was around a toddler who was still in diapers. It was the 1950s and rubber pants were always visible. The sight of their rubber pants would drive me crazy. I even tried making rubber pants with old shower curtain material, but that didn't work out so well. This all happened when I was 6,7,8 years of age. I was not able to acquire real cloth diapers or rubber pants that fit me until I was approximately 25 years of age. As I've said in other posts, I'm almost 74 years old and I still love pinning on cloth diapers with my plastic pants. I feel safe, secure and a little babyish (helpless) when wearing and using. They excite me too. Many happy endings in my diapers.

Here's a look at the slides I put together for my Capcon presentation this weekend. It was a crazy adrenaline rush and I had to rush through spots, but please take a look at. ESPECIALLY the other writers I got to mention! All ABDL artwork is included with permission from the artists and everything else should be covered under Fair Use. All contributors, both writer and artists are credited at the end and links are provided to various websites where you can support them. Capcon.pdf

The premise of this series is that the caregivers in the Jackie universe have collectively hired someone to write a newsletter documenting the happenings in the local scene. It's a weird way to spend money, but then, there are a lot of extravagant flashes of wealth going on here already, and this is a relatively minor one when it is pooled together by the group. I wrote these for a couple of reasons - one, because while I've now introduced 9 big babies in the Jackie series (some only in passing) there are still quite a few that we know very little about. So, it's a good chance to meet characters whose perspectives we might see down the line. Second, I've mentioned before that I love the idea of limited perspectives, and doing these newsletters from the CGs perspectives is a fun way to get a different view of the world than we'd get from Jackie or another one of the babies. I particularly enjoy instances where their perspectives on events dramatically differ. Personally, I take no position on whose interpretation is correct - although the "author" of these newsletters will certainly lean towards reporting the only interpretation that they hear as fact! And third, I selfishly enjoy the idea that these newsletters are being sent out via email, and that the babies probably don't even know that they exist, and, to the extent they do, have absolutely no opportunity to present their side of the story to the outside world. Maybe their perspective will be shared with us via a certain narrator who can somehow read their thoughts, but it will never get to the small group of people they know, and maybe their view of events will never even make it that far and the accounts below will just become the official account. And which would even be better? Anyways, enough of my musings. From here on out, when I post story segments I'll just jump straight into the "author's" voice. For now, I've written out a full round of these on the same topic. I don't know if I'll come back to it when this round is over, and if I do, whether I'll continue with the idea of doing the rounds to all nine or not. I think this could be a vehicle for some of the more experimental short stories that I have in mind, so it could take a different form in later editions. If people have ideas of topics that they'd want our reporter to explore, I'm open to suggestions (although I make absolutely no promises!). And if you don't know the series yet, or you want to play where's waldo with a couple of the heretofore minor characters that will get their proper debuts in the next several weeks, here are the previous stories in the universe: Baby's Unexpected Trip Jackie's Play Date The Haircut Pushing Boundaries The Morning After the Night Before ------- Author's note: Hi - and welcome to the first edition of Big Baby Steps, the new newsletter featuring all of the latest gossip from the NoVa big baby scene. I'm so honored that you all have chosen me to help keep each other up to date on what your little girls are up to, and I can't wait to get to know each of your families! If you've got topics you want me to answer, just respond to this email. We're going to have so much fun! Who’s a smelly girl? It’s Tory! Making stinkies. Doing a pushie. Going poo-poos. We might all assign different little names for our girls to use, but we all know what we’re talking about – dirty diapers. We’re all more or less used to them now, and so are our big baby girls, but the fact that they can still be such a source of embarrassment highlights just how infantile making a mess in your pants is for even our well-conditioned adult babies. Invariably, our little ones come away covered in their own messes, and the smell makes sure that no one can miss what they’ve done (even if we may choose to play oblivious for a while!). When changing time comes, there may be relief from the discomfort, but, done right, the shame should be great enough that our little ones are practically begging to just be taped into a fresh diaper and returned to whatever other embarrassing activity you might have in mind for them. You asked that we use the first several of our new community newsletters to get to know the babies’ stories a little better, and what better way to do that than to hear the story of the first time that they did the most babyish thing possible? Today, we start by share our conversation with Tory’s Daddy, Brian, who told us quite a different story than we’d expected to hear. (I've lightly edited our conversation for clarity) What was going on the first time Baby Tory messed? Hah, so I think that people think they basically know this story, but I don’t actually think anyone does! People remember that we let Tory use the potty for her poopies for the first, I don’t know, 15 years. It was one of those things where even before Kara and I talked to Tory about coming to live with us as our live-in sub, we talked about how we’d ultimately make her into a baby. At that time, we weren’t sure we wanted to deal with dirty diapers, and so we decided we’d use a potty. As it turns out, dealing with a potty wasn’t really any better for us, since we still had to deal with the stink and we still had to clean the potty, so it was only really better for her. But, you know, we’d made the rules and I just think it never occurred to us to change it until one of the other babies came over and there was a dirty diaper in Tory’s pail. When we found out Tory was the exception, it made us think and all of the sudden it was a “why not?” situation. But anyways, what people don’t know is that all of that came way after her first dirty diaper! So this was all maybe, I don’t know, four or five years before we made the shift away from the potty. Kara has an annual work party that is always a pretty big deal. They always have everyone in the company from all around the country come into headquarters and bring in their families and it’s kind of like a staff retreat for a couple days but then on the last night they have a big party for everyone. With Tory at home it can be a little bit harder to get out much. I actually think a lot of people at both of our works think we are sort of prudes who never go out. Of course, little do they know what we’re actually doing! But, you know, it would be nice to be able to go out a little bit more, especially together. So parties like that are pretty big events for us. We’d arranged for her nanny to stay late to babysit, which was what we’d normally do if there was something we needed to do outside of the house. Ashley says it isn’t actually that much more work than a normal day, since she just has to feed Tory and then give her a bath, and once she’s got her in bed she just sits and watches TV like she normally would, only at our house. And, of course, we pay her extra so I think as long as it isn’t all the time it works out pretty well. So, we went out and had a great time. Must not have got back home until at least one or two in the morning. When we did, Ashley woke up and went home to sleep in her own bed. We, of course, pretty much went straight to bed too. At this point, maybe you can see where this is headed… Well, maybe? How did this lead to Baby Tory’s first dirty diaper? Yeah, so it’s actually kind of a comedy of errors from this point. If we are out late on the weekend, it’s fairly predictable that we will sleep in pretty late. Not that we don’t usually sleep in a bit on the weekends, but we’d normally be talking about something like 8 o’clock, which doesn’t really impact Tory. But if we are out later, we’re likely to sleep until more like 9 or 10. Tory doesn’t have any way of knowing the time in her room, so she’s certainly not in a position to be complaining about the time when she wakes up on those sorts of mornings. Surely she knows it is well past when she normally gets up, but she can’t prove it, and she wouldn’t be allowed to do anything about it anyways. In fact, those can turn into funny days for her, because sometimes we’ll wake her up, feed her breakfast, feed her lunch, and put her down for a nap all in a matter of just maybe two or three hours. Not that she’s ever awake for more than about five or six hours at a time on a normal day, but those days can get really compressed. But back in the old days, sometimes if we slept in too late Tory would get to the point where she needed the potty. In those cases, she was allowed to make noise over the baby monitor to beg us to get her up and take her there. Of course, as usual, she had to be ready to go immediately once we got her on there, so it was usually a pretty big emergency at that stage. On the morning in question, that never happened. Kara and I both slept late – probably like 10:30 or so. I don’t think either of us really thought much of not having heard anything from Tory, to be honest. We got up and just went about our normal routine. Kara went downstairs to make coffee for us and some breakfast for Tory, while I headed to the nursery to get her up, changed, and dressed for the day. As soon as I opened the door the smell hit me. I’d put Tory on the potty plenty of times, so I knew immediately that I wasn’t just dealing with gas. The other thing was that Tory was crying. My mind was racing trying to figure out why she hadn’t said anything, or why we hadn’t heard her crying over the monitor. It wasn’t like she was that loud, but it would have been plenty loud enough to wake us up. And then I remembered! Sometimes, as a sort of torture/reward, we play a little prank on Tory where we switch the baby monitors. We’ll put the transmitter in our room and the receiver in the nursery instead of the other way around. And then, come the evening, well after she’s gone to sleep, she’ll be surprised by the sound of the two of us going at it. I assume that this is a pretty rude awakening for her, but if she’s smart, it’s the only time where she isn’t being monitored against getting herself off. And considering that this is all a big turn on for her that she’s otherwise not usually allowed to act upon, I assume that she’s figured that out! So anyways, as I walked into her room and took in what happened, I pretty quickly remembered that the morning before we’d thought that it would be a good night to switch the monitors, since it would probably come as a complete surprise to Tory when we’d been out all night. But we’d gotten home so late that we hadn’t even thought about it (or Tory, really), and we’d just gone to sleep. Probably sometime that morning, Tory had called over the monitor that she needed to go potty, but we hadn’t heard it. And she probably had figured out what the problem was when she heard us get out of bed, but that wasn’t making her morning any more pleasant! How did she react? Well, you know, like I said, she was crying as soon as I walked in. Maybe she had been before. I actually felt bad for her, since it had been an honest mistake. I tried not to rub it in too much, although I could tell that even just mild teasing was pretty embarrassing under the circumstances. I think I said something like, “Oh no, Baby Tory, did you have a poopy accident?” when I got over to her crib. She was sucking her thumb like always, but she just cried a little harder and with these big puppy dog eyes gave the most pathetic little nod you’ve ever seen. I lowered the side of the crib and pulled back the blanket. When I helped her sit up, I have to say that I relished the face she made. It was just horror, and I couldn’t resist teasing her a little more. “Alright, well since we got you up a little late I assume you want breakfast before we change you?” She shook her head furiously. “No, Baby Tory? Your mommy is making it nice and yummy for you right now. You can just bump down the stairs on your bum and then hop right up into the highchair.” Her eyes were just pleading now. We both knew this was not actually her choice. But I’d never really intended to take her down there. “Fiiiine, little girl, we can change you first.” I helped her up and guided her the couple steps to the changing table, where with a quick boost she took one final, unpleasant seat and then laid back for the change. What was the change like? Once I got her over there, I kind of had a moment where I realized I was in for something quite different than I was used to. When I opened up the diaper, the smell wasn’t necessarily any worse than the potty, but the mess sure was. When she used the potty, all it took was a couple of quick wipes and she was pretty much good to go. But with that first dirty diaper I barely knew where to start. Well, except for more teasing! That part was obvious. I was like, “Such a dirty girl, Baby Tory. You got stinky poo poos all over your bum, didn’t you?” Nothing too inspired, really, but neither of us were used to them yet, so they worked She, of course, didn’t answer except by turning a further shade of red. From there, I just got to business. Pick a spot and wipe it. I know enough now to know that it really wasn’t a bad one at all. She probably hadn’t been in it for more than an hour, and since she’d mostly just been lying on her back, it hadn’t really spread nearly as much as we sometimes see now that we’ll make her keep going about her business for a while before we are ready to change her. Within a few minutes, I had her clean, powdered, and padded again. I picked out a onesie for her and got her into it. “Are you going to say thank you, Baby Tory?” I asked her. “Fank oo, Daddy,” she said, although it was still muffled by her thumb, so you could barely really understand her. Which is the point. “For what, little girl?” She didn’t want to say it, but she was going to have to and she knew it. “Fan oo fowah changy my poopy diapuh.” “You’re welcome, my stinky little princess. It’s a good thing you have mommy and daddy to take care of you. Try not to have too many naughty thoughts about how you’re just a dirty baby girl who couldn’t wait long enough to use her potty. Let’s go downstairs for breakfast.” Her blush told me that I was right. She had hated it, but the part of her that had made her want to come here for the humiliation also had gotten a thrill. I vowed to myself that Kara and I would do everything we could to tease her and turn her on for the rest of the day, but that we’d make absolutely sure she wasn’t able to get any release for at least the next week or two, even though we’d been ready to give her that rare chance the night before. Does anything else stand out? Well, the first thing was that as soon as we got downstairs, Kara asked what took us so long. So then I got to tell her all about it. Of course, I only reminded her of the monitor situation afterwards when Tory was back in her crib for naptime. Kara, of course, naturally went straight in for the humiliation as well, telling Tory how glad she was that she didn’t have to change such a disgusting diaper. The whole time she fed her she kept saying things like “open up for the airplane, you big smelly baby,” and she generally made sure that there was no way that Tory could forget her shame for the rest of the weekend. And then another thing I remember is how much fun it was to taunt Tory with what she did the rest of the weekend. We definitely did keep her horny but frustrated, which is my favorite version of Baby Tory. I think we ended up waiting another month or so before we finally did the flip the monitor trick again and let her have a little release. But the best part was that her room smelled the whole weekend until we finally had to take the diaper pail out on Sunday. She literally couldn’t escape the memory even after she was out of the mess. Of course, now that’s pretty close to constant, but back then, that was novel. And, of course, I think the experience helped make sure that when I found out all the other babies did that all the time, I didn’t really hesitate. Like I said, the potty was only better for her, and having changed one poopy diaper, now I knew that first hand. So yeah, that’s about it. Looking back, we kind of wish we’d used that as an excuse to just have her start messing all the time then, but we got there eventually!

Awakenings: Day 1: Part 1. The sun's rays began to illuminate the dorm room through a gap in the curtains as it began to rise over the city. In the corner underneath by the wardrobe is a small sides workstation pink in colour scattered with figures, notes, pens and letters. In the middle of it is a laptop. The sunlight reflecting off of the screen. In bed opposite the desk lay Rachel a 19 year old girl, she has dark brown hair which looks like it has seen better days after a rough night's sleep. Her blankets are all messed up from her tossing and turning in the night. Revealing her purple pyjama top. Rachel starts to stir from her sleep moaning as she gets up. She walks into the ensuite and turns on the shower before looking at herself in the mirror. "Girl why do you always look like you have gone ten rounds with crocodile when you wake up?" Rachel grabs the bottom of her pyjama top and pulls it up over her head. Revealing her smallish size breasts. She looks down at her full nappy from the night and begins to pull the tapes off before then throwing it in the bin. Rachel steps into the spray and mist of the hot water raining down from the shower tilting her neck back as the water bounces off her leaving beads just running down her skin. She grabs a sponge and showergel and starts getting to work on her upper body massaging the gel into her skin with the sponge. As she is doing this a stream of urine starts flowing out of her vagina and down her smooth legs and splashing on the floor of the shower. Rachel continues to wash her body moving onto her arms fully aware of the sensation below, knowing she is peeing herself in a shower and completely unable to stop herself even if she wanted to after the choice she made. As she finishes peeing she moves down to her legs and lower body with the sponge. Once she washed her hair Rachel exits the shower and turns it off. She grabs a towel to dry off body once she is done she wraps it around her head she grabs a second towel and ties it around her waist to act as a temporary nappy while she dries her hair. Rachel walks out of the ensuite and grabs her brush and dryer before sitting on the bed. She throws the towel off and starts brushing her long damp mop of hair. While brushing her hair mind wanders off towards thoughts of some of the meetings she will be having over the course of the next few days as she gets ready to start her first year at university studying art. Rachel is equal parts nervous and excited for what the year will hold the opportunities presented through the course, meeting new friends. Once Rachel finished drying her hair she got up walking over to her wardrobe and opened it. Inside were all her clothes and all of her nappies. She throws a top and a short skirt over onto her bed before rummaging through her nappies looking for today's selection. She pulled out a couple of her rearz nappies a pink one with princesses and ponies on it and a white and blue one with monsters on it. She also picked out a standard medical looking one she bought the other day, ready for a meeting she was gonna have and one my diaper colour a white nappy with pink and blue colours just in case she needed a spare. She put the rearz Princess on the bed ready to be put on and the others aside to go into her nappy bag. Rachel grabs the bottle of baby powder from the floor and unfolds her nappy. She places herself on it and removes her makeshift one. She the. Powders her nappy area before taking her time to pull the nappy through her legs and taping it in place. Now secure in a nappy she grabs her clothes and throws them on making sure the nappy is hidden underneath. Rachel proceeds to grab all her things and shove them into the relevant part of her bag university stuff and phone and money in the front nappies and changing supplies in the back of the bag. Once her bag is zipped up she grabs it and her keys and heads out for the first day at university. end of part one: yes it's short that's down to my issues with dyslexia and dyspraxia. This is the first part of an arch that will last 5-6 parts all about Rachel's first day at university.

Apache is right. We don't know anything about the boy except that he calls her "mommy" and claims that he is not a baby. If he's 4 years old, then there's nothing here. If he's 14, then you have the makings of a story ... but not as a one-off. Fiction doesn't work if the characters with narrative POV don't have a backstory that makes their thoughts, words and actions plausible to the reader.

Chapter 45: Missions Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess We couldn’t steal the statue anymore. Our thief was unavailable. So we had to resort to getting the jewel the hard and more humiliating way. So the day after, it was just Charlie, Faith and I preparing our disguises and outfits for the competition. We hadn’t heard back from the others yet other than a text saying that they’re on her trail. Whatever that means. Zoey, Sarah and Eve had to go back to the hospital, they had patients to treat, and it wasn’t like they could help us at this point. “You sure this will fool them?” I asked, trying to blow away the obstruction from my face. Charlie brushed the fake blonde hair out of my eyes with the hairbrush that had seen its way to my butt way too many times... “Yes sweetie. The wig alone makes the average passerby completely oblivious to who you really are. They’ll never put together the real you and how you look now. But with the contact lenses, the prosthetics you made making your cheeks look a little fuller... no one would ever recognise you. And you have to think, are they really expecting Olivia Clarke, the little everyone is talking about, the first little running for Parliament...” She said, trying to reassure me. “Not the first...” “The first one who actually has a shot of winning then... Are people expecting that person to show up to a Cutest Littles Pageant? One of the worst places for a little? A place you vowed to take down? Don’t worry sweetie, no one will expect to see you there, let alone actually enter the competition. That is your biggest disguise.” “Like Clark thingy in that superhero thing on Paige’s Earth! His glasses!” “Exactly. No one would expect him to just be a boring reporter or anything, not with his powers. So the glasses work brilliantly. These little changes to your face, eyes and hair will provide just enough distraction so people won’t recognise you. The biggest disguise is your public image.” “If you’re sure... I mean... you look pretty different yourself.” I looked up at Charlie, who was wearing a short black wig, round glasses and had a couple of latex prosthetics applied to her face that changed the shape of it slightly. I wasn’t wrong, I probably wouldn’t recognise her if I wasn’t madly in love with her and so close to her face right now. “Again, people know who I am. But after taking down one of the biggest companies tied to the abuse of littles... no one will expect to see me there either. And with two of you looking identical for the competition... no one will suspect a thing.” “Doesn’t change the fact that Faith and I will have to endure all that humiliation... shame Paige isn’t the one doing this, she’d probably get off on it.” I laughed. “Hey, she’s not the only variation that enjoys that kind of thing... I certainly remember a specific little girl asking for her Mummy to spank her and call her mean things...” Charlie raised her eyebrow and grinned at me. “Wait... what?” Faith finally turned around from the screen, where she had been working on getting us entered into the competition. Faith didn’t have her wig or prosthetics on, we had actually worked on her first. She was our testing dolly... but once we had finished with her, she took it all off and got back to work on my computer. “NOTHING! GET BACK TO WORK!” I yelled. “Ooooh someone is defensive! But anyway... Charlie? You said you could pull some strings to get us entered? I’m having no luck getting into their system.” Faith had suggested that she try and hack their system so she can enter our fake names into the competition. Charlie had ‘contacts’ apparently that could do it for her... but she seemed a little apprehensive about using them, hence why Faith was giving it a go first. “Yeah, let me make a phone call. You two be good...” Charlie sighed and put down the hairbrush she was holding. She grabbed her phone and walked out of the workshop to make the call she was dreading. “I wonder why she didn’t want to call whoever it is...” I said, staring at the door she just left out of. “Can’t you tell?” Faith asked. “Tell what?” “She knew exactly what the judges would be judging. She knew about the laxative in the cake. And has ‘contacts’ that can get us in last minute without any warning bells going off with the judges?” “Yeah...?” “She’s used to these contests. She’s been to them.” “But... she wouldn’t... she hates them...” “Hey, I’m just saying what’s obvious. She knows these pageants. She knows what they’re looking for. Either she’s entered someone before, or she’s been to these things before.” “She’s not wrong...” Came a voice from behind us. I turned around to see Charlie stood in the doorway. “We’re in by the way. Friend owed me a favour. No questions kinda deal.” She continued. “’She’s not wrong’ though? So wait... you’ve been to these before?” “When I was younger... much younger. My mother used to love these pageants. She was really close to the organisers; she was practically one of them. I’d get dragged to watch them every year. And from what I’ve heard, they haven’t changed a bit in the years since.” “Are they as bad as they say they are?” I asked, nervous about the answer. “Yeah, pretty much. But don’t worry, I’ll be taking you two in. We’ve got disguises, fake names, and if things go sideways, I pretend I get to adopt you. You will be humiliated though, in front of a decent sized crowd. So be prepared for that.” “We can do this. We need to. For Paige. For Rose and Noelle. For Ophelia and Freya.” “What are we going to do about Rose and Noelle by the way? They still haven’t turned up and it’s been a couple of days now...” Faith interrupted. “I was thinking about that sweetie. I think our best bet, if they don’t turn up, is to try and head through the portal to Earth Prime.” Charlie suggested. “Why? What’s there?” “Miles. The only Zadri we’ve met face to face, and also the original inventor of your teleporty bracelet thingy, Faith.” “Oh! So if we’re really stuck, we could try and get him to fix it for us, then we can go rescue Rose and Noelle!” “Exactly. It’s a long shot, and we’d have to ask Chris from LIBRA for help smuggling us over into the other dimension.” “Yeah... an Amazon on Earth Prime would be... problematic.” I shrugged my shoulders. “That’s putting it lightly, and then you have to take into account how difficult it is to go through the portal from this side. But yeah, if we can get us over to Miles, he can hopefully fix the bracelet, however long that takes. Then we can portal and save our sisters and get back on track.” “Good plan. Let’s just hope they turn up in time, I’d rather not have to ask Chris for any more favours.” I smirked. Charlie’s phone beeped. Quickly checking her message, her face turned serious for a second. “Shit. They’ve moved the pageant up to tonight. We’re still entered, but we have to get ready... now.” “Why’d they move it up?” I asked. “My friend didn’t say. But after the break in... they’ve probably upped security and changed the date in case anyone tried to break in again...” “Shit. Well at least we’re not trying to steal the trophy. We’re trying to win it.” “Yeah, so never mind about taking the wig and prosthetics off, Liv... are the outfits you designed ready?” “Another thirty minutes to print, then all three of us will have the perfect outfits.” “Right, let’s get you some lunch first then, then we can get you dressed and head out.” “What about the routine?” “Shit. I forgot about that. Umm... any ideas girls?” Charlie asked. “How about... oh come on, who cares? If we just dance about, acting like princesses, but fall on our arses constantly... they’ll think that’s adorable and perfect!” Faith suggested. “I mean... you’re not wrong. Any show of babyishness or humiliation directed towards the littles leads to better results. So just... I’ll put a song on from my phone, you two dance to it, fall into each other and keep falling on the floor, maybe cry if you can? Just... look humiliated. That’s the key thing. That’s what they get off on. They want to see littles ridiculing themselves and showing how much they need Amazons to take care of them.” “I hate them so much.” I growled. “Me too babygirl, me too. But let’s go get that tummy full... you need to eat as much as possible to win the messiest baby contest...” A little part of my soul died knowing I’d be doing this for the enjoyment of other Amazons. For Charlie, sure, we’d probably do stuff like that in private for fun... but for strangers who love humiliating littles? I wanted to scream. -------Meanwhile with Alex and Morgan------ “I’m so tired.” Claire yawned from the front seat as Malcolm sat in the driver’s seat. We were parked up after the latest failure, working out where the nearest adoption centre was that we haven’t already been to. Alex and I sat in the back, in car seats designed for littles. It pushed up against my crotch a bit, I imagine it was designed to really press a little’s nappy, to humiliate them further... but because I’m not padded, it was just mildly uncomfortable and weird. “I know. But we can’t stop looking now. We’re getting closer... I know it.” I looked at Malcolm, Alex and Claire and all of them looked like they were ready to fall asleep at any moment. After working on so many late night projects with Faith, I was used to pushing through it and not sleeping, so I could keep going for a few more hours yet. “UGH I HATE THESE FUCKING CAR SEATS!” Alex screamed, flailing about in the seat. I empathised with her, I hated having to use these, but if we got stopped by the police... we’d be sent to an adoption centre just like Paige for not being in them. “We should get back in touch with Charlie and the others...” I suggested. “And say what? That we haven’t found Paige yet? That we’ve been to three different adoption centres looking for her, having to wait for hours at a time just to be seen by a member of staff, to then take forever to search their centre and then finally tell us that she isn’t there? Look, they’ve got plenty to worry about themselves, trying to get that jewel. Let them focus on that, we’ll focus on getting my wife back.” Alex really wasn’t handling this well. She was ready to blow a gasket. “Right, let’s try another adoption centre then. We’ll keep going until we find the one she was taken to.” “I hope they’ve not done anything to her...” “The most she’ll get is maybe a spanking, and having to pretend that hypnosis has worked on her. Her nanites should keep her safe.” I reassured her. “There’s another adoption centre a few streets away. We’ll go there. There isn’t another for a mile or so.” Malcolm suggested. “Jeeeez... how many adoption centres does this city need?” I groaned. “Littles are in popular demand... adoption centres fill up pretty fast with how unfair our system is. So they build lots.” “It’s fucked up if you ask me.” “No argument from me...” Claire and Malcolm said in unison. “Right, let’s go then.” Malcolm started the car and drove around for about ten minutes before we found the next adoption centre. Pulling up, he turned off the engine and turned around. “You two stay here again. Claire, you stay with them otherwise we could be seen as bad parents by any onlookers, which could end badly.” “No. I’m not waiting in the car again. I’m going with you. I need to see what these adoption centres are really like. I need to know what dangers await my Paige.” Alex struggled with the safety straps, trying to get them off her. “But...” “No buts. I can handle myself. I’ve been taught how to defend myself against an Amazon.” “Haha okay, sure...” In one swift motion, Alex released herself from the car seat (something I had been trying all night to do, but couldn’t without crushing the mechanism with my augmented arm), hopped up and pressed a knife to Malcolm’s throat. “You think I can’t? You think a little can’t take down one of you... does your universe not have the tale of David and the Goliath?” Malcolm was frozen scared, fear in his eyes. “My baby is in danger. I can handle myself. And I will take care of anyone who means to harm her. Whether they are twelve feet or a hundred.” “I like this version of Charlie... she’d be amazing with LIBRA...” Claire laughed. “But seriously Malcolm, I wouldn’t mess with her. Those car seats are supposed to be impossible for a little to break out of. And whilst that knife is small... she’s pressing it exactly where she needs to to take you out in one swift slash.” “How do you know...?” Malcolm said, confused and a little bit scared that Claire knew this. “You learn things when working for a resistance group. Not everyone in it are full of sunshine and rainbows and good will for Amazons and littles. Some... are prepared to die fighting.” “So... are we going in?” Alex snapped. “Are you sure? They’ll have ways to detain you if you act out...” Malcolm asked, risking pissing off Alex even more. “Then I’ll be on my best behaviour. Now let’s go, I can’t leave Paige waiting any longer.” Alex released the knife from Malcolm’s neck and climbed back down, messing about with the door, releasing the child lock. ‘How does she do that...?’ I thought to myself as Claire stepped out of the car and walked to the back, helping me out of the car seat and lifting me out of the car. Malcolm stood a few feet away from Alex at all times as we walked together towards the entrance of the adoption centre. She must have really scared him. The doors to the centre opened up automatically as we walked in, and we were greeted by a display of childish aesthetics, bright colours, and infantile behaviour. The place looked like it was born from the dreams of my girlfriend... the only thing ruining it was the dark, sadistic reality that this place was created for. If this was just a cute daycare for consenting littles to play with each other... this would be perfect. But as I looked down the room towards the group of littles dressed like big babies... seeing the expressionless faces on some of them, and the pain of being forced to take part in this twisted reality on the others... I felt rage build up inside me. I wanted to break them all free. I wanted to help them all, but I knew if we tried anything like that, we’d be arrested. And it would not end well for Alex or me. And especially Paige. So I bottled it all up and focused on the task at hand. I followed Malcolm as he walked up to the front desk with Claire, but I kept my eyes focused entirely on the scene in the daycare area to the side of the room where all the littles were playing together, scanning their faces, trying to look for Paige. “Hi there.” Malcolm said to the receptionist. “Oh my god! Twins! Are they yours?” The cheery, creepy-looking young Amazon cried out. “Them?” he turned around to look at us before turning back to face the receptionist. “Oh... yes.” “And you treat them like... adults?” “It’s a... umm... new technique. It was recommended to us by a friend. We let them believe they are adults, then it... umm... breaks them more when we take that away from them.” He lied. “Oh... wait, really?” I looked up to see the young girl at the counter. She must have been no older than 20, with blonde hair tied up into a ponytail. She was definitely an Amazon, although from what I could tell she could be mistaken for an inbetweener if I was right about her height and about what I have learned about this dimension from my time at the hospital. This girl though... you could tell from her voice that she was a bit... ditzy. Which hopefully... would make this easy. “Yeah. If it doesn’t work though, we have their nurseries all set up at home, ready and waiting to melt their brain.” “Oh good, that’s what a little needs!” The girl replied. I could tell Alex was ready to kill this girl, and apparently so could Claire, as she quickly interrupted. “Anyway... we were thinking of adopting another little one. Ideally one a bit smaller and cuter... so that we can keep her as a baby as a threat to these two.” Claire said, trying to change the subject as to not push Alex too far. “That’s such a good idea! O. M. G. You two must be reeeeally good parents!” She said. “So yeah, we heard about a little getting caught last night somewhere around this part of town, apparently she’s adooorable. So we wanted to get first dibs on her, if that’s possible.” “We did have a little come in last night actually! One of the LPS agents brought her in, claiming she broke in somewhere... as if babies know how to do things like that!” “Oh great! Can we see her?” “Oh no, sorry! She was already adopted earlier. Some woman turned up and adopted her right away. It was brilliant timing, my co-worker had let her friends know about this super cute little being taken in this morning, and within the hour an older woman turned up and adopted her! Saved us a load of paperwork and everything. Didn’t even need to process her properly!” “Shit... shit...” Alex clenched her fists and was about to lose control, when Claire turned around and popped a dummy in her mouth, looking at her. “Keep it together, or you’ll blow our cover. I promise... we’ll get her back.” Claire whispered to her. Alex held it together, but Claire picked her up into her arms. Alex kept the dummy in her mouth to keep up appearances. “We’ll go wait in the car. She’s getting fussy.” Claire said to Malcolm before turning to me. “You stay here with Daddy, okay princess?” She said to me. I played along and nodded. “That’s what babies get for using naughty words! I bet you’ll be back in nappies by the end of the day at this rate!” The girl behind the counter laughed as Claire carried Alex out of the building. “Could you tell us who adopted her?” Malcolm asked the girl. “Sorry, confidentiality and all that. No can do.” “Oh please. My wife has wanted another little for such a long time. And we need this perfect little to make these two behave. It’s vital for our plan.” “I’m sorry! I could get fired!” “Could you get fired for giving away a little for adoption without a trial or anything?” ‘Oh he’s good...’ I thought to myself, admiring Liv’s choice in friends. “I mean...” “Could you get fired for posting a little’s capture to a group before she’s even enrolled in the system here? Surely that’s... illegal? Especially if the little is accused of a crime. You know there are proper channels for this...” “I mean...” “Look, we won’t say anything if you just tell us where this woman lives. Please. We just want to see if we can buy this little off her fair and square.” “Fine. I can give you the address.” The Amazon receptionist groaned, knowing she was beaten. “What about a name?” “No name, sorry. It was all a bit... dodgy, so my co-worker just put her down as Jane Doe.” “We’ll take the address then.” The girl wrote down the address on a piece of paper and handed it to Malcolm. “Thank you. You don’t know how happy my wife will be if we manage to buy this little from this woman.” “Just... don’t let it get back to me, please. I can’t get fired from this place. I love working with littles, I love regressing them and everything.” Malcolm just rolled his eyes and turned around to me, picking me up and holding me in his arms. “Sorry, appearances and all that.” He whispered to me. I nodded awkwardly; I was too busy being weirded out about being carried to be angry about it right now. “Right, let’s go to this address, see if we can’t get Paige back. We can do this.” Malcolm said, getting comfortable in the front seat. Claire had already put Alex back into her car seat before we got back to the car, and Malcolm had put me in my seat before climbing in the front. We were finally ready to go get Alex’s wife back. It was then that Malcolm got a text, so he pulled out his phone and checked it. “Oh boy... look...” He said, turning his phone around. He showed us the photo he had received. It was of two identical littles dressed up like the cutest little dollies in the world, stood in front of a large, baby-themed stage... “Wait... is that?” Claire asked. “Yup. Faith and Liv. Looks like they’re at the event now.” “Why? I thought we had a few days or something until the pageant?” “Must have moved up due to the break in. Well let’s go, they’ve got that part handled, we’ll go get Paige.” “I’m coming baby...” Alex whispered to herself as Malcolm started the car up once again and drove off to the address we had been given. ========================================================== *whistles innocently* Haven't read my new story, Regression Echo? Go read the first few chapters! It's posted here! Link below! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! 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Hi and welcome to DD. Lots of fine folks here. I'm sure you will find many like-minded friends here. Once you get settled drop by the chat room to say hello. Hugs Geebee

But Skylar just shook her head no before taking Kayla over her lap much to the little woman's destress, "I am sorry but I can't take the chance with you going back to your old habits." Skylar then started to spank Kayla not just with her diaper on but with her pajamas as well deciding it would help lessen the pain.

I really do like this story! Glad it's back!

I think the story relies to heavily on just dialogue: there isn't much in the way of description of the scene or characters or situation ETC

Super chapter! I do have some questions though: etiquette school Honestly, this does not seem realistic (within the story's rules, I mean, obviously): everything we've seen suggests that Claire is a valued employee. Why then would they risk sending her to that place? I mean anyone could make that presentation, and if there is a reason it has to be her, surely she could do it via the DD equivalent of Zoom. This seems to be totally illogical. Tanya From everything both Claire and Chloe have seen and experienced, there doesn't seem to be any way for the sister to still be in the DD and not be adopted. Given that—I mean, the chances are microscopic—why should she take the risk? Star Wars As they say in SW, "I've got a bad feeling about this." Claire, who has been here awhile, feels such a sharp sense of foreboding about both of their positions for the upcoming week, why in the world would she not try to do something about it? And why would she opt to keep Chloe in the dark, especially since she has realized the domino effect that would follow if something should happen to her? Both of these women (but especially Claire) are certainly intelligent enough to recognize the danger they are putting themselves in. I think the best thing right now would be for them both to go back home.

I'm sitting in messy Kendall Lille Supreme. I'm going to enjoy it a bit longer before I change.

Smooth as silk any volunteers to pinch the cheeks hehe jk

These were more hype than effective but at least they make my butt look big LOL

So, @Dave1060, did you start using diapers to cope with your wetting?

No, but it something to bring up at any hearing. The city is trying to come up with an excuse to shut down MIB.

I'm going to assume that where @FreeFlowin says "volume", I can assume "bulk" since that's the term we'd generally use in diaper/nappy vernacular. If I've got that assumption wrong you can probably stop reading now ? Cloth diapers are bulky. I won't wear cloth to work although I'll wear them out to the shops etc. My opinion aligns with @zzyzx in so far as the objectives of leak protection and bulk reduction are kind of running in different directions. For leak protection, it's all about coverage. I'm not afraid of voluminous plastic pants. The key thing is that the elastics don't ride up to expose wet cloth diaper beneath. The only "volume" in plastic pants is trapped air anyway. Trying to use plastic pants to slim down cloth diapers would necessitate that those plastic pants are tight and tight = small = prone to exposing wet diaper. If I'm out and about in cloth, I'll just wear some women's "shapewear" pants over the top of my cloth diaper and plastic pants to lower visual bulk. I don't need too much compression. Too much will reduce diaper capacity by compressing the diaper itself. I just need enough to make sure I don't get too saggy (a thing when cloth diapers are wet) and that the diaper is held up snug against me which both reduces the visible outline and makes the diaper work a bit better by reducing the opportunity for pee to escape it. Most of the other points I'd make have already been made by other responders: I'm fairly negative about all-in-ones (just use plastic pants), I find layered products easier to launder and dry. I am however a bit wary about velcro as it never seems to last for me but loses its grip (no matter how carefully I try to keep it lint free). I don't think those first two comments are contradictory. ANY cloth product will need some kind of waterproof over-pant be that plastic/rubber/vinyl/PUL pants (and I agree with @Little BabyDoll Christine that PUL over cloth isn't such a great combo and for the same reasons). All-in-one products just have that waterproof over-pant bonded to the underlying diaper during construction whereupon it wears out quicker than the diaper it is attached to making the whole shebang inefficient from a lifecycle perspective. For me, cloth is awesome for leak protection at night because I side sleep. Cloth is excellent at wicking and most cloth diapers have good protection at the hips which is usually absent in disposables. A compromise in bed (that I use during the week) is disposables covered by cloth-lined plastic pants to catch the inevitable minor leaks.

Capcon is totally worth it. I would have gone but this year was way too short notice and we already had vacation plans.

While I'm not sure you will consider this "affordable", I tend to use Tykables oneses and "snappies" rompers. If you are looking for color, sometimes they have solid colors in something other than white. However due to quickly things do or don't sell, I believe they aren't planning to bring back some of the solid colors they sold in the past any time soon. And for white, I have found the ABU onesie / tee-shirt reasonable. I haven't had a (significant) problem with shrinkage on either product. I do run on light/moderate perma-press heat and DON'T run on high heat in the dryer.

Yup I was at capcon. With over 1000 socially starved littles in close proximity it was bound to happen, along with every common contagious airborne illnesses. Still worth it IMO.

I hope you get better soon. Diapers are definitely a great comfort when sick. I put on extra thick diapers when I had covid over a month ago which, even if it didn't physically help, mentally helped a lot. I find it interesting that there's a lot of people who got CapCon-VID. It's all over Twitter and I personally know many people who went and they all got it too. Unfortunately, situations like these are just something we gotta live with now.

I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE an onesie collection like THIS!!!! And it sums me up PRETTY well. I just KNOW I would look SO CUTE in these Little onesies as a great big one-year-old BABY with my Diapee sticking out and showing through as I play with my baby toys!??????♥️?☺️????♥️♥️?????

Nice to meet you Little_Champ! Welcome to our community. I hope you feel VERY welcome here, and that you have a LOT of fun.??????♥️?☺️?

I love my adult babyhood and my diapers. They keep me from being an adult and they make it impossible for me to be potty trained.

@Enthusi How was the conference?! Did you post about it somewhere else? Looking forward to hearing about how it went!

8.5 Month Update First, an apology for not updating in so long. I'm a nerd. But I also feel like I have a creative side. So you can imagine the conversations that I have with myself! I have tried to provide a picture of what I feel like my "un-training" has become. I'm also thinking it's about time I change the title of my post from Journey to Diaper Dependency to Un-Training Journey as I'm finding myself more influenced by the likes of @Enthusi in a quest for loss of control as opposed to just mentally becoming satisfied with a mental "need" to have diapers on. (Not judging anyone else's journey, just clarifying mine!) As you can see, it is rather confusing, but here's what I notice: though my trend is always towards un-control, there are sections of time where my un-control "regresses". I suppose for some people it may not be a "regression" but lack of forward progress in which case this image would just rotate 45 degrees to the right, but I feel there is some blend of both stagnation and regression. The "phase" of each person's journey, or the amount of time that passes between peaks, is very different and can be a function of a lot of different things: physiological inclinations, mental, personal goals, etc. All that to say, I feel like in many ways I've finally "phased" out from my last update and have something more interesting to report than during the last month or so where it feels like I was just in a treading water state. For that matter, I suppose the "phasing" isn't consistent either, with greater time lapsing between phases the more time passes. Some might say there is a spiraling point, and I agree as once a phase begins, there is a rapid movement toward un-control, but then it seems to inevitably follow another period of waiting. Anyway, fellow nerds go ahead and chomp at this insanity, everyone else thank you for indulging me, now here's more of the update in observation form! Summary 1. I continue to wear 24/7, use BetterDry at night, combination of Tena and Abri-Form during the day. Tena's are cheaper, but I find them good to use when running or "in between" events like right before bed, or if I know I'm just going to be leaving the house in a short time or even in the morning as I'm getting ready for work. I also continue to be a big fan of the Babykins Doube-Terry plastic diaper covers as they have a durability and leak protection that has me never leaking when I sleep, even when I'm on my sides. (Again, I get nothing for mentioning these products) 2. I continue to pursue both #1 and #2 loss of control. I believe and am finding that relaxing my #2 sphincter is helping with general weakness progression and it really is no longer a big deal to clean up. I'm following some of the diet suggestions in the 12-month plan and that has added to the simplicity of relaxing sphincter and the regularity of #2 events. I even have dreamt of myself going #2 in a diaper, which I consider perverse progress! I am noticing that there is a generally weakening of my sphincter which I most notice in how easily gas now passes without my being "held" back. Also, I have been able to always allow #2 to happen in any situation, public or private, without holding it. I have found that plastic Better Dry's plus a plastic cover do wonders to helping cover the odor, along with generous amounts of lavender baby powder and strong deodorant. I've had one occasion where #2 happened around 4am. I didn't notice any odor (had the double Terry-lined plastic covers on over BetterDry), and my wife didn't notice even when she woke up (and she has quite the smell sensitive nose). I've been practicing this for almost three months since I added #2 to my un-training and I am going to continue until the new year before I "test" for any measurable change in control by "trying" to stop it. 3. On the urinary side, I have a number of observations to add. A. I now am wetting consistently at night for the first two wettings without waking up or any awareness. I will still wake up for the third and fourth (morning) wettings. I don't really pay much attention to this anymore as I figure it is at least 12-18 months from other accounts that complete night wetting is possibly even attainable, so I'll treat anything earlier than that as encouraging progress. B. I notice that occasionally I have "unauthorized" and non-stress incontinence related dribbles or leaks just when I'm even sitting. There are times when I will just feel a small dribble of urine escape into my diaper that I can't explain either by a shift in posture that would be attributable to stress incontinence or related to a void that might be post-dribble. C. There are times where I feel my ureter/penis somewhat pulsing or contracting as if it was trying to release urine, even when there is nothing to release. I tend to feel this most in the morning or at other times when I might be lying on my side. Best I can describe it is like a fish opening its mouth to breath every couple seconds, but in my case nothing is coming out. D. Most of my "spontaneous" or "lack of permission" wettings are in the morning. I try to stay hydrated through the day and experience another "round of these type of low volume, effortless wettings in the afternoon. Usually don't have as many in the evening hours. E. I increasingly notice a voiding pattern that is not urge induced, but just releases with less contraction of my bladder. More of a void that, while there is a consistent stream, is not correlated to any sensation either immediately before or during the void. F. There are an increasing number of blur moments where I don't remember when I actually wet. Maybe I'm just getting older, but I do believe this is the blur of your mind beginning to just accept that when there is any urge it is "ok" to go. Just yesterday, I put a diaper on, then 30 minutes later was going to change into a more durable Abri-Form for an outing, and I went to take off my diaper to "save" for another time, but when I removed it, noticed it was soaked and had no recollection, even in that 30 minutes, of having wet. 4. Skin Care. I now consistently apply Butt Paste and the calmoseptime regularly. I use the Lavender Johnson Baby-powder as well and liberally use for EVERY change. I am also shaving my groin area regularly and the combination has resulted in no rashes of any kind over the last month. 5. Clothing. I mentioned the diaper covers I'm using, but still also daily use the REARZ onesies to provide "lift" and support for diapers while out and about. I do wish there were a couple more color offerings than the white and black, but other brands are either all cotton (and thus shrink unpredictably and significantly) or made with less quality. Any suggestions on other affordable REARZ like onesie options are appreciated! 6. Mental. I am still in a great mental space. I have started using 24/7 subliminals again as I fall asleep at night. I find them helpful to relax and fall asleep and imagine they can't hurt in the progression! I am committed to the year timeframe I gave myself last November and am on the verge of extending that to two years with a shift in goal from diaper dependency to loss of control. I know this is nuanced, but in my mind it makes sense! 7. Exercise. I'm now resigned to the fact that I need to wear protection when running and I refuse to give up running. I've had more accidents (almost all #2) when running. When I say accident, running stimulates #2 and I REFUSE to tighten my sphincter so it comes out. Yes, embarrassing and very messy and not recommended. So, I've now found that the Tena ProSkin is a must have for running. It is much less durable, but light weight, breathable, doesn't chaffe and allows me to have protection for those accidents. As long as I change, clean and shower immediately upon finishing I have managed to not have skin rash or irritations. Overall, however, I have not been exercising as regularly as I want. This is a goal for the next season to increase my activity level and lose 10 pounds before the end of the year. 8. Business Travel / Public Experiences. I am now very comfortable with the flying process for business or leisure. My bag is now ALWAYS inspected because I have baby wipes and skin products and enough diapers to last if my checked bag doesn't make it all in my carry-on. Note: I mentioned to the TSA agent I had all my incontinent supplies in my bag and was sure that is what alerted the XRAY technician and she verified that for "medical" reasons you can have more than 3 oz in those bags. I had a 10 oz butt paste that they let me take when they saw all my diapers and creams. I have no problem pulling out a diaper on the plane and heading to the bathroom if needed, but am also needing to change less on planes. I only need to change if I #2 as I use the overnights and plastic covers while flying. I do this as a courtesy to my skin and to those around me. No one has said anything and I quite frankly don't care what they think. 9. Goals. Continue to hold to my goals of relaxing sphincters at all times, regardless of where I am or if it will leak. Exercise 3 times a week, improve diet to soften stools and regularity while losing 10 pounds. Support others on this forum as best I can. Thanks and feel free to ask any questions!

Down the hall, Rick’s head swirled as he stood facing the wall. His ass was on fire, and aggressively tried to rub out the sting. He knew he supposed to keep his hands at his sides, but with the door closed, he decided he could risk the consequences. The sting was too much to bear. He contemplated the turn things had taken, Gloria insisting he wear diapers and furthermore suggesting he actually USE them. Was this a bridge too far? But, Rick had relished the regressiveness of his experiences with Gloria so far. He thought about how he’d felt just like a little boy from the very first time Gloria stood him in the corner and subsequently bent him over her knee. He had enjoyed the maternal attention she showed him, texting frequently to check in on him. And then, last night, drifting to sleep lying in her lap as she pet his head, while wearing a thick diaper, he felt so at ease, so cared for and loved. If getting all that affection meant a few diaper changes, Rick thought he might be able to handle it. “They do feel kinda comfy…” he thought to himself. “It can’t be that bad, can it?” Suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Rick quickly stopped rubbing his bottom and put his hands at his sides. Gloria entered the room, and Rick could hear her shuffling around. He was tempted to turn around when he heard his duffel bag unzipping, but his sore butt reminded him to keep still. Gloria finished arranging things in the room and sat on the bed. Crossing her legs and leaning back, she admired the view - little Ricky’s cute behind, bright red and bruised, propped in the corner, ready for a fresh diaper. “Mmm, mmm,” she thought, almost aloud, “how delightful!” “Ok buster, sit your little buns right here next to me,” she ordered, patting the bed. Rick did as he was told, wincing as his bruised butt hit the bed. Looking around, he noticed that the nightstand had been replenished, now with a stack of the baby-print diapers about five high. The hairbrush also still sat on top of the tub of wipes. A bottle of baby lotion had appeared as well. “I’m sorry our morning got off to a rough start. Let’s start over with a hug.” Gloria put her arms around Rick’s shoulders and pulled him in close. Petting him gently, she said, “you know why I had to spank you, right?” Rick just nodded. “Now I know we were going to do diapers only at bedtime, but I think it would be good for you to get more comfortable with wearing them, given your little escapade this morning. So we’re gonna put another one on now, and just keep you in diapers for the rest of the day. But first I want to hear you tell me the rules one more time so there’s no more issues.” Rick again instantly felt like a small child. The persistent sting in his backside and the hairbrush conspicuously in his line of sight made sure he didn’t hesitate, though. He hung his head and answered. “Once you put me in a diaper, I am not allowed to take it off by myself.” He held off on elaborating about using the “potty,” hoping the issue wouldn’t come up. Gloria waited a moment before prodding him further. “That’s right, it stays on. Even when…?” Rick sighed. No avoiding it. “Even when I have to go to the bathroom.” Somehow he thought he’d maintain some dignified sense of adulthood by not saying ‘go potty.’ But then again, he was about to be put in diapers, so the maturity ship had likely sailed. “Correct,” Gloria said sharply. “In fact, I think for today, the potty is going to be off limits. That way you don’t have to worry about making it there in time, or rushing to come ask me for help. You just go ahead and use those diapers. That should help us avoid any more spanked bottoms, too.” Still unsure about using his diapers for their intended purpose, Rick glumly nodded. Despite any trepidation he felt about wetting in a diaper, he knew for sure he wanted to avoid another spanking. “Good boy. Now I want you to lay on your tummy. I’ll put some lotion on that sore little tushie for you before we get you situated in your Pampers.” Rick cringed at the word ‘Pampers.’ Did she have to refer to them in such a babyish way?? He blushed bright red as he lay on the bed, grateful for the opportunity to hide his face in the pillow. Gloria opened the cap on the baby lotion and squirted a liberal amount onto her hands. Rick flinched as she began to rub the cool lotion on his burning bottom. But he quickly relaxed as she massaged it in and soothed his skin. As his relief grew, so did his member, turned on by Gloria’s intimate and gentle touch. Gloria took her time, paying attention to every inch of his butt. After both cheeks were well slathered, she allowed her fingers to dip into Rick’s crack, teasing in and out, eventually working all the way down to his hole. The boy gasped and let out a low moan as she toyed with his most sensitive parts. Gloria massaged her fingers throughout, letting them dip inside him ever so slightly. All this touching was having a significant effect on Rick’s cock. It has sprung to attention, pressing into the mattress and dripping uncontrollably. He was soon lying in a small, growing puddle. Removing her fingers, Gloria gave Rick a few pats on his bare bottom. “Ok honey, turn over and let’s get you in a nice fresh diapie.” As he rolled over, the combination of Gloria’s babyish tone and his massive hard on made him red with embarrassment. She took note of both and began teasing him. “Oh my, I think I was right last night… my big boy is enjoying his little baby diapie time!” she cooed at him in a sing-song voice. Wasting no time, she grabbed the baby lotion again. Filling her hand with the sweet smelling lubricant, she wrapped her it firmly around Rick’s throbbing member. As she began stroking, she continued her verbal tease. “Isn’t that right? Little Ricky likes being a big poofy Pamper butt? He likes having his little bottom wiped and lotioned and powdered and wrapped up in a nice fluffy baby diapie?? It sure looks like he likes it.” As Gloria massaged his rock hard member, Rick’s emotions swirled. He didn’t exactly LIKE the baby-talk being cooed at him, nor the prospect of wearing and wetting a diaper, but… he didn’t DISlike it either. He definitely DID like the sensation of Gloria’s lotioned hand stroking his throbbing cock. His brain began to connect the two - the intense pleasure in his dick and the sweet maternal babying. Gloria could see she was having the desired effect. She wanted Rick to view diaper time favorably, even make him look forward to it. As he writhed on the bed and gripped the sheets, she went in for the kill. She quickened her pace. “Is my little boy about to make a big mess? Yes you are, aren’t you? You’re gonna make a big sticky mess all over the place. That’s why you still need to be in diapers, don’t you? You keep making messes for me to clean up, so we’re gonna have to keep you in diapers all the time from now on. You can be my cute little diaper boy, and I’ll just change you whenever you need changing.” Rick’s hips gyrated on the bed. His eyes rolled back in his head as he arched his back and clutched the bedsheets. “Go ahead big boy…” she encouraged, “make a mess for momma. I’ll get you all cleaned up and in some nice fresh Pampers in no time.” With a deep grunt, Rick’s cock exploded. He shot ropes of cum skyward. His jizz spilled all over his tip, onto Gloria’s knuckles and pooled on his groin and stomach. “Goooood boy,” Gloria said softly, “that’s my good boy. Make those sticky cummies for me, little diaper boy. Mommy will clean you all up.” Rick’s body went limp. He closed his eyes and basked in his orgasm, as Gloria began cleaning up her hand and his cock. She smiled down on him as she mopped up the mess - he looked like he might fall back asleep. “Better get him diapered up before that happens,” she thought. She quickly finished her clean up, then unfolded one of the big diapers. When Gloria lifted his legs in the air to slide the diaper under him, Rick snapped out of his post orgasm bliss. He suddenly felt exposed and small again. He realized how his incredible cum had been induced by Gloria’s cooing baby-talk. She had even referred to herself as ‘mommy.’ He was embarrassed. Meanwhile, Gloria made quick work of getting him padded. With the diaper in place under him, she dumped powder all over Rick’s butt and balls. Letting his legs fall to the bed, she powdered his front side and taped the diaper in place. “There,” she said patting his thickly diapered crotch, “all nice and fresh and snug.” She wore a big smile. At that moment, she noticed the wet spot Rick had left while she had been rubbing lotion on his butt. Pointing to it, she chided him. “Aw see, sweetie? You had another accident here on the bed. I think there’s no question, you need to be kept in diapers for a while.” Rick just blushed. With the thick padding caressing his balls and cushioning his butt, he was reminded of the comfy and secure feelings that came with being diapered. Coupled with the exquisite orgasms he’d had, he was definitely coming around on the idea. “Alright, I’ll let you get yourself ready for the day. Come on downstairs for breakfast when you’re ready.” Gloria leaned in and kissed his cheek. Pinching is crotch, she reminded, “and don’t forget. No. Potty.”

Fun!

Meanwhile, Briana is tip top, no problems whatsoever... ----- Chapter 12 Briana caught herself doodling on her lab report for the third time. It was a pretty cute kitty at least, unlike the weird bird she'd tried to draw earlier. But that wasn't the point! She shook her head to clear it, to no avail. Her eyes slid off the numbers without making sense of them. "Are you okay Briana?" Briana looked up at her lab mate, Hakam. He had funny glasses on, all thick and super bright red. She grinned at him, then bit her lip when his question sank in. "Uh, I dunno, I'm having trouble thinking." "Are you sick, or just a late night last night?" Hakam asked, chuckling. "Oh no, I went to bed even before my bedtime last night." Briana said confidently. "Oh-okay." Hakan shrugged. "Well, this isn't due until Monday anyway – you want to just meet on the weekend to finish?" "Sure!" Briana nodded brightly. "I won't draw kitties all over it then, promise." "You sure you're okay?" Hakan asked. "I could drive you home, or call one of your roommates or something." "No, it's okay, I just can't concentrate. Not sure why." "Well, feel better then." Hakan packed his notes into his bag with a frown. Whatever was bothering him, Briana hoped it got better soon. After making sure that each of the margins of the lab report had at least two kitty faces, Briana wandered out of the chemistry building. It was a crisp fall day, with most of the leaves in big piles along the walkways. A little too crisp, really. Briana snuggled up in her coat, enjoying the warmth that wrapped her torso, and even extended down her legs. The campus was always beautiful in the fall, especially near The Grove where a big mass of trees blocked off the city from view. The walk was marred by the fact that every group of people she passed stopped talking and stared at her. It got worse when her legs went from warm to uncomfortable and cold. Briana looked down and whimpered, biting her lip. A huge wet patch spread from her crotch and down the insides of her legs. The wet was all the way down to the cuff of her jeans! Tears welled up in Briana's eyes – bad memories of accidents on campus crowding their way into her thoughts. Help! She needed help! Gary was in class right now, everyone else was far away at home... but Tamira's dorm was close! Briana sprinted across the lawn, her wet jeans making a zip-zop sound with each stride. At the door to Tamira's dorm, Briana frantically pushed the intercom. Nothing was happening, other than a faint buzzing from the panel. Briana whimpered, feeling the wet spreading across the back of her pants. She kept at the button until finally, she heard Tamira's voice! "Hey, lay off the button!" "Tamira! Tamira, it's Briana!" "Oh shit honey, are you okay?" "I had a... I need help!" The door buzzed open, and Briana ducked inside. She scurried across the lobby and up the stairs, feeling the squish in her socks now. Tamira already had her door ajar. Briana burst through the door and crashed into Tamira. The two of them staggered back, with Tamira breaking out of Briana's desperate grasp to close the door and slam the deadbolt. "Woah girl! Somebody chasing you? Do we need to call the cops?" "No, I uh, I didn't know what to do, and Gary is teaching a class, and Mom is busy, and everyone is out of the house and I, I..." Briana's words tumbled out between panting breaths that left her light-headed. "Slow down girl, deep breath, come on." Briana nodded, and managed a deep, shuddering breath, followed by a little sob. "Tell me what's wrong, honey." "I hada accident." Briana whimpered, tears spilling down her cheeks. Tamira blinked, and looked down at Briana's legs. She pursed her lips and nodded. "Okay, okay, just keep breathing, I can help you out." "Thank you Tamira I didn't know what to do and there wasn't anybody to call and I know I'm not supposed to get other people involved but everyone was going to see and last time everybody was so mean and..." "Briana!" Tamira grabbed the panicking girl in a tight embrace. It helped a little, some of the panic was dying down. A few deep breaths and the spots were vanishing from her vision too. "Thank you, cu-can I sit down?" "Um, let's get you into the bathroom. This is kind of an awkward time." Tamira guided Briana through the nearby bathroom door, and gently sat her on the toilet. "What? What's the..." Briana looked at Tamira again and blinked. There was a lot more skin showing than usual. Tamira was in a bra and panties, and not just 'round the house' ones. They were lacy, with the seafoam green perfectly offsetting her friend's dark skin. "My boyfriend is here and I finally got him to try that thing. But don't worry honey, I'll help you out. I just don't think he can handle seeing someone else right now. Or someone seeing him, really." Briana's eyes went wide. Tamira's boyfriend wasn't going to want to play in diapers with her any more, and it was all her fault! A huge sob rippled up from her belly and came out loud and ugly. She pressed her face to her knees, tears streaming into the already wet denim. "I'm sorry Tamira, I'm sorry I messed it up for you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" "Woah, Briana, what's going on? Hon, nobody is mad at you!" "I need my mommy! Please, please call my mommy." Briana hugged her knees and squinched her eyes closed as tight as she could. "Okay hon, I am going to help you. Nothing is ruined, I promise. I'm going to check on Arthur, and be right back here. I think you need a second. Just sit there and keep breathing." Briana sniffled, as wet and miserable as she could remember being since... since that time she didn't think about any more. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see or remember those two bad days again. The door slammed on her memories of accidents at school but the effort left her heart heavy. She was still crying when Tamira got back. Nothing was said, just a hand on her back, rubbing in slow circles. Eventually the tears dried up, leaving behind hiccups. "Everything is fine hon. Arthur is fine, I'm fine, and you're going to be fine, okay?" "But I messed up three times! *hic* I had an accident at school, *hic* and then I messed up your playtime, *hic* and also I'm not supposed to be little around you." "You're not supposed to be little around me? Little how?" "I can't... I don't know how to... *hic* I'm little, I can't... Mommy!" "Woah girl, deep breaths, remember?" She brushed Briana's hair out of her eyes and gently stroked her head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Briana, are you not able to be an adult right now?" "No! I mean, y-yes." "Oh honey, you must be so scared. It's okay, I'm going to take care of you and find your mom, okay?" "Really?" Briana peeked over her arm. Tamira's face was friendly, full of genuine concern. A nice mommy-face, even if it wasn't her mommy. "Of course. I'm your friend, right? Remember, I said you could come here if you had uh, potty problems." "That's why I came." Briana nodded. "Then why are you so upset?" Tamira smiled gently. "You're fine. I'm going to get you cleaned up, okay?" "Okay." Briana sniffed, and wiped her nose, dragging a huge trail of snot across her arm. "I have to go get the supplies and stuff, they're in the bedroom with Arthur." "No, don't leave!" Briana grabbed Tamira's arm. "I'll come with you." Tamira sighed. "Honey, I don't think that Arthur..." "Tammy, it's okay." A deep male voice sounded through the bathroom door. "Arthur?" Tamira glanced over at the door. "Sorry, I got curious, uh, I think it's okay. She sounds pretty freaked out and uh, little and whatever. I don't want her to be more upset." "Okay, we can take a break." Tamira said, wincing regretfully. "Do you want to change first or..." "No I mean um... it's fine, okay? It's fine we'll just uh... do the thing." Tamira sat still for a moment, staring at the door in puzzlement. Briana watched her, too foggy-brained to be sure what was going on, but glad that Tamira wasn't leaving her alone in the cold bathroom again. "Are you telling me that we're still playing?" After a pause, a quieter reply came back, "Uh, yeah, we are." "In that case, little boy, you know better than to be listening at doors." There was a very sheepish-sounding squeak from the other side of the door. Briana giggled. "Go back to the bedroom, we'll be there in a minute. You behave, hear?" "Yes mommy." Tamira turned back to Briana. "Are you sure you want me to change you with Arthur watching? I'll have to take your clothes off." Briana frowned at Tamira. "How else would you change me?" "It doesn't bother you if he sees you naked?" Briana shook her head. "Not if it's just your kid." Tamira gave Briana her 'interested scientist' face, searching the girl's eyes for something. Whatever it was, Briana wished Tamira would figure it out, and change her already. "You're a sweet kid Briana." Tamira said, kissing her friend on the forehead. "Okay, take my hand, we're going to get you changed." Gratefully, Briana slipped her fingers into Tamira's and waddle-walked to the bedroom. The jeans had lost a lot of their give, every step was stiff, clammy, and gross. The bedroom was small, like any dorm, but it had a bed with a big fluffy polka-dot blanket on it. There were some baby toys on the floor, but it was Arthur that caught Briana's eye and froze her in the doorway. He was huge! Bigger than Casey even. Like Tamira, he wasn't wearing much. From his short-cropped dark hair, down to his huge bare feet he was wearing only one thing. A diaper. A big, shiny white diaper. She felt Tamira tug her hand, and stumbled into the room, still staring. He might be huge, but his eyes had a cautious shyness that Briana recognized instantly. "Hi Arthur, I'm Briana." She said, with all the little-gravitas the moment demanded. "Hi Briana." Arthur pulled some of the blanket up to cover his diaper. "Uh, nice to meet you?" "Yeah!" Briana said, with genuine excitement that wiped away the last of the crying feeling. Arthur chuckled and smiled bashfully. "Cool." "I'm glad you two like each other, but we need to get you cleaned up, Briana. Lie down on the blanket here." "Okay!" Briana dropped onto a changing blanket with a happy sigh. Things were starting to feel familiar again. While Tamira stripped off her shoes, socks, and jeans, Briana grabbed one of the plastic ring toys and amused herself by sliding the rings around each other. Sometimes they got stuck, but that wasn't a problem for a smart girl like her! Some rustling on the bed heralded Arthur's face peeking over the edge. His expression as he watched Briana play was weird, like he was sad, or curious, or puzzled. Naked from the waist down and unconcerned, Briana grinned up at Arthur. "Wanna play?" "You're getting changed." Arthur said, cautiously. "Yeah but it takes forever." Briana said. In a sudden burst of generosity, she held the plastic rings out to Arthur, "Here, you can play with this one if you want!" Weirdly, Arthur looked at the rings almost like he was afraid of them. Briana resolved not to make fun of him. Mom would be proud! It took a while, but he reached out tentatively and took the rings out of Briana's grasp. He swung the rings around, watching the red, blue, and yellow spin around on the larger purple ring. At first he seemed bored, but his face broke in to a sudden, goofy grin. "Thanks Briana." Arthur worked the red ring carefully through the yellow one. "Sharing makes playing more fun!" Briana said brightly. She grabbed a couple of plastic blocks and banged them together. They made exactly as satisfying a clacking noise as she'd hoped. "Well, you two don't seem to be fussed, and Briana, all your clothes could use some cleaning. Let me get your shirt and I'll put it all in the wash for you." "Okay!" Briana raised her arms and let Tamira strip her shirt, and after some deliberation, her bra. As soon as Tamira was out of the room, Arthur seemed unsure again. The thought made Briana wish for her own mommy. Biting her lip to keep back the sad thoughts, she sat up and hugged Arthur's arm. "It's okay, she'll be back soon. I'll keep you company." Arthur looked at Briana in shock, then laughed deeply. The rumbly laugh climbed in pitch until it was a giggle. "You uh, know how to play really good." Briana nodded. "Yeah, I can help you if you need it! I always wanted another kid to play with." Somehow that thought touched something even darker than the school-accident memories. A deep, dark nasty place that Briana flinched away from with wild eyes. "Aww, well come up here then." Arthur flexed that big arm, hoisting Briana up onto the bed like she was made of paper. "Oh my god!" Briana giggled, squirming over to Arthur and pouncing on his broad chest while he giggled "That was fun! Can I see your diaper?" Arthur chewed on his lip, crossing his legs nervously when Briana patted the bulky padding around his crotch. "It's uh, only the second time for me wearing one." "It's pretty!" Briana declared. "It's all white but it's shiny and fits you super good." "Yeah, Tamira did a good job putting it on." "That's how a good mom does it, like my mom." Arthur smiled shyly. "I'm still kind of getting used to all this stuff." "Do you think we can play more, like, after today?" Briana asked. "I have lots of fun games and stuff at my house." "You play like this there a lot?" "Yeah, almost every day!" "Briana!" Tamira's voice came sharp from the doorway, making both littles start and duck their heads sheepishly. "What are you doing up on the bed? You still need to be cleaned up." "We were playing!" Briana said defiantly. "Yeah Mom, we were having fun!" Arthur said, in a light voice that had lost it's rumble. Tamira looked at the two of them with her hands on her hips and laughed. "I'm going to have to wash that comforter, but not for the reason I thought I was going to have to." Briana looked at Arthur. His mouth was pursed and his cheeks were puffed, his eyes twinkling. The laugh burst out of Briana first, then Arthur. The two of them dissolved into giggles. The giggle fit continued well into Tamira relocating the changing blanket to the bed, and sponging Briana clean. While Briana was getting powdered and into a clean diaper, she and Arthur tried inventing some new patty-cake songs. It didn't go very well, they kept missing and smushing each other's faces, but it was fun! Briana felt lighter and happier than she had in ages. Little-er too. She'd forgotten all about the time, happy to be baby-sat with her new friend. "Briana, that's your phone I think." Tamira said, breaking Briana's concentration. That got her another huge Arthur palm to the face. "Okay, thanks Tamira." Briana said, ignoring the jingle and going back to the game. Happily, Tamira took care of it. "Hi there, Veronica? Yeah, this is Tamira, I'm a study-buddy for Briana." There was a pause, then, "Chill back, Briana is fine, let me just ask you something. Are you Briana's mom?" Briana looked up, and grinned. "Mom will be here soon!" She confided in Arthur. Arthur had only a flicker of unease before he answered Briana's grin. "Cool. But will you have to go home?" "Probably." Briana said. "But I bet we can play again." "Yeah, we should." Arthur nodded. Meanwhile, Tamira was still talking on the phone. Briana's ears pricked up at the sound of her name. "Briana is fine, in a manner of speaking. She's very little right now. No, don't worry about it, it's a funny story and... are you driving?" Tamira frowned at the phone. "Woman, she is just fine. Do not get a in a wreck on the way here. She's playing with another kid and she's happy and clean. I've got her clothes in the wash. Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll make them a snack or something." "Ooh!" Arthur said, his stomach rumbling. "What do you get for snack?" Briana asked. "I don't know, she never made me snack before when I was uh, like this." "A surprise!" Briana said, grinning. "Your mom is on the way," Tamira said, sitting down on the bed. "I see you two didn't miss the part about a snack. If you want to go to the living room, I'll put on a show and make you something, okay?" "Okay!" Briana hopped up, bouncing off the bed. Arthur got up more gingerly, sitting on the edge of the bed and blushing. "You okay?" Briana asked. Tamira peeked in the waistband of Arthur's diaper, deepening his blush. "Need a change, hon?" "Not yet... I mean uh, no, but I kinda..." "Arthur, come on!" Briana said, "If you don't need to be changed then let's go watch Kipo!" Tamira eyed Arthur in amusement, watching him get up and take little steps to follow Briana. Those little steps put him just about Briana's pace, or they would have if she wasn't trying to run to the TV. With a lot of tugging on her new friend's wrist, Briana finally managed to get Arthur to plop his diapered butt down next to hers, in front of the TV. "Your mom has Netflix, right?" Briana asked. When there was no answer, she looked up at Arthur, who had a kind of worried, scrunchy look on his face. "What's wrong?" "I uh... um... potty." "Oh, okay." Briana shrugged. "Tamira can help you in a sec, she's super good at it. But does she have Netflix? Kipo is on Netflix." Arthur's face suddenly relaxed, worry replaced by another deep blush. "Uh, yeah she does. Um, what's Kipo?" "You haven't seen KIPO?" Briana stared at Arthur with wide, shocked eyes. He blinked back at her, the blush slowly fading in the face of Briana's intense surprise. "No?" "Oh my god we have to watch it." Briana furiously attacked the remote, getting the TV onto Netflix with just a few wrong presses. The shows were all boring adult stuff, but the search got her to the bright colors of Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts. Arthur squirmed next to Briana but seemed to settle down pretty well when the first episode started. Briana had seen this one like a hundred times, but it was still pretty fun. It was cool to here soft oohs and giggles from Arthur as he watched the show. Snacks came in the form of pizza-bagels, which Briana totally remembered to thank Tamira for, after the first three had been gulped down. "Somebody had a bit of an accident." Tamira said, tugging at Arthur's diaper in surprise. "Ummm..." He blushed, and shoved another pizza bagel in his mouth to keep from having to talk. "You okay, baby?" Tamira asked, stroking Arthur's side. He licked his lips, and seemed like he was getting a different kind of blushy. The kind of blushy that Briana felt around Gary. She grinned, excited for her friend. On further thought, she blushed a bit as well. Hopefully they weren't going to do those kinds of things with her sitting right there... A knock on the door saved Briana from having to decide if she would be okay by herself or if Tamira and Arthur should pause their sexy-times. Tamira opened it, and let Veronica past her after the briefest of greetings. Veronica rushed up to Briana and crouched down, stroking Briana's cheek. "Sweetie, are you okay?" Briana rolled her eyes, of course she was okay. "Yeah Mom! This is Arthur, we played, and then we watched Kipo. He'd never seen Kipo before, so we started on the first episode." Veronica sighed and shook her head. She took the scene in, including the suddenly-hesitant Arthur. "Hello Arthur. I'm Briana's mom. Did you have a good time with Briana today?" "Uh, yeah." Arthur said, squirming in his squishy diaper. "Were you a good girl Briana? Did you share and play nice?" "Yeah!" Briana nodded vigorously at Veronica. "Thank you so much Tamira, I'm sorry that this intruded on your afternoon, or scene." "Don't worry about it. It ended up being a good thing. Can I get your number? I think it'd be fun to do a play-date at some point." "Here's my card." Veronica said, fishing one out of her purse. "But Briana is... special, it's not the same kind of playing for her." "Well, it was magical for Arthur, wasn't it kiddo?" Arthur ducked his head bashfully, but peeked up with a tiny smile. "I think we can probably do that." Veronica said. "Are her clothes dry yet?" "They should be pretty close." Briana leaned against Arthur. "Come play at my house okay?" Arthur nodded. "Okay, sounds fun." "I have a friend Melody who lives there too, she's fun to play with." Briana bounced excitedly on the floor. "Okay, okay." Arthur laughed. "I said I'd go." "But you gotta convince your mom, in case she changes her mind." The conversation was cut short by the arrival of Briana's blouse, warm from the dryer, unceremoniously stuffed over her head by Veronica. Briana squirmed into the blouse, and helped get the jeans up over her diaper. "Thank you again, Tamira." Veronica said, holding Briana close. "No worries, she's a friend, I was happy to help." "Say goodbye, Briana." Briana sighed. She was sad, but she'd already cried a lot today, over way bigger stuff than this. With a resolute expression, she waved at Arthur, and belatedly at Tamira. "Bye bye!" "Bye!" Arthur said. "See you later hon." Tamira said, walking them to the door. "And thanks for... jumpstarting things." "Huh?" Briana asked. "Never mind, I'll tell you when you're in a different headspace." Tamira winked at Briana. With one last wave at Veronica, she closed the door to her apartment. Veronica didn't let go of Briana all the way down to the car. She even sat Briana in the back seat, and put Briana's seatbelt on for her. All the attention felt great, her bad afternoon was a faded memory at this point. It wasn't until Veronica got in the driver's seat that Briana looked around and realized they were parked right on the dorm lawn. She giggled, Mom was being naughty! The drive home was quiet, with soft music playing. Briana dozed off, and came to with Veronica unbuckling her in their driveway. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she followed Veronica not back to her own room as she expected, but to Veronica's room. Jane was there too, looking concerned. Briana got a big hug from Jane as well, so she wasn't worried about being in trouble. Well, not too worried. "Do you feel up to telling us what happened, sweetie?" Veronica asked. "I had an accident." Briana said, with a downcast sigh. "That's okay, it happens. You seem very little though, and Tamira said you were little when you got to her place. You're normally a big girl at school." "Oh, I was little all day." Briana said, with a confident nod. She realized it was true, though she didn't know during the project with Hakam. "Really?" Jane asked, "Was that the first time?" "No, um, I think it happened before but I didn't know." "How did you know this time?" Veronica asked. "I didn't really, until I had the accident and got to Tamira's." Briana said. "But then I remembered doing my project with Hakam, and it was really hard to do. So I drew kitties instead." Jane and Veronica exchanged a look. That wasn't the good kind of look. Briana felt worry creep in again. "Am I in trouble?" "No, little one." Jane said, hoisting Briana up and sitting her on the bed. "We're just trying to figure something out. Thank you for being honest and telling us what happened." "Okay.' Briana nodded. "Briana, I think it's a good idea for you to take a break from school. How does that make you feel." Veronica asked. "Uh, okay I guess." Briana said cautiously. "I mean, I like going to school, there's pretty leaves, and cool birds, and Gary is there. Oh, and Tamira and Arthur now too." "And if you could still see them, but didn't go to your classes, how would that be?" "Really?!" Briana grinned. "Those are really hard, a break from just those would be okay." Veronica looked at Jane and nodded. Jane nodded back. Briana watched their faces, but it didn't seem like she was in trouble. Reassured of the important stuff, she snuggled up to Jane. "I'll make a call right now." Veronica said. "It's well before five, the offices are still open." "I'll let the housemates know, and see who's up for some extra sitting." Jane said. "Thanks love." Veronica said. She hesitated, and what was more weird, had a nervous expression. Mom was never nervous. "It might not be a bad time to start up... you know. If that's something you're still okay with." Veronica said. "I know you've really wanted to do it." Jane said. "I'm here to support you, love." "It might cause permanent changes, you're really sure..." "I love you." Jane said. "The you that is, at whatever moment is happening. We're both going to change our whole lives. If this is something you want, go for it." Veronica smiled radiantly. She touched Jane wordlessly on the cheek. It was the softest Briana had ever seen her, except those times when Mom had been helping her out of some big sad time. In a moment, the softness was gone, replaced by Mom's usual strength. Briana squirmed into Jane's lap while Veronica dug around in her bedside table and decisively swallowed a couple of pills from a bottle there. "Hello, this is Veronica." Mom said into her phone. "I'd like to speak to Susan Hayes please. Mmm hmm, that's the one, the head registrar." Mom tapped her foot on the floor, listening. "I know you can't normally call up there, but I'm not at my office right now and I don't have her direct number on my personal phone. Please dial her, and tell her that Veronica is calling for her. She will pick up, I assure you." More waiting, though it wasn't boring. She hadn't snuggled with Dad in a long time. Briana tucked her head on Jane's collarbone. Dad's arms wrapped around her, firm and comforting in a way that nobody else could quite do. "Susan, hi!" Mom chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure I gave the poor receptionist anxiety, I'm sorry, but I needed to talk to you before you got off work. I need you to process a hardship withdrawal for a student." Mom rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know it's past that point in the quarter, that's why it's a hardship withdrawal. I'll send the paperwork over tomorrow morning. Hmm? Oh, her name is Briana. Student number 9234782." Mom smiled, finally. "Thank you Susan, I knew I could count on you. Please say hi to your husband for me." A few more pleasantries, and the phone call was done. Briana reached her arms out toward Mom, and was delighted to have her come right over. "Was that about my school?" "Yes sweetie, your break is all set up. You won't be going over there every day anymore, but we'll make sure you get to see your friends, okay?" Briana nodded. "You've had a rough day, I hear." Dad said. "Let's get you into bed for a nap." "Can I have a story?" Briana asked, looking up at Dad with her best, cutest puppy dog eyes. "Of course you can, kiddo. Hop up now." Dad patted Briana's diapered bum. "Looks like you need a change too." "Okay, but I still get a story, right?" Briana asked. "As long as you hurry." Briana squeaked, and ran straight to her room

Wow that was good, looking forward to the next chapter. Both girls have a lot of bullets to dodge before this is done.

I have a feeling that Mia is definitely going to become Claire's full-time mommy, which, realistically, is the best possible outcome for her at this point. As for Chloe... so far, I am currently rooting for Mia to take in two cute little girls, because getting back to her home dimension does now seem feasible at this point either.

Wonder who really coordinated the etiquette school choice…

Until I need to change.

Those are the best loads buddy!???☺️? I LOVE big loads in my diaper!? They make diapee pats feel EVEN BETTER! And I especially like tall diapees because they hold a lot more poopie, and are MORE comfortable. And cute and crinkly!??? I LOVE my dirty diapees!!!!!??☺️??♥️?♥️??♥️?????????????????????????????????