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Hey all! Thanks for the positivity so far So, for those who read the OG version of this story, the character in this chapter was originally name Eleanor. I decided to change it to Nora to make it easier to differentiate between names! Still has the same ring to it, just shorter and more distinct. (Also, this chapter is pretty much just character development--so I hope it isn't too boring lol) Hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Let me know what you think & any criticism you have to offer Chapter 2: Nora Nora enjoyed the satisfying click of her heels on the rough sidewalk; it was a gorgeous day. So naturally, today was too perfect not to walk to work. Luckily, she favored low heels and lived relatively close, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to do it as frequently. She couldn’t imagine any of her other co-workers wanting to walk, they’d probably see it as a waste of time. However, Nora needed her fresh air, her…introspective time. Strolling along, Nora threw out more than a few tight-lipped smiles to Amazons and their Littles; sometimes they just made her uncomfortable. She knew she was odd for feeling that way, but many dynamics between Littles and Amazons were extremely forced. It was synthetic..fake. –It didn’t appeal to Nora. Littles could be irresponsible (and very immature), but she didn’t think bodily and psychological modifications were a necessary part of the solution. The one thing Nora hated about her walks was this. Yes, reflecting and thinking about her feelings, tasks at her job, or even what she was going to have for dinner was soothing–it was helpful. It was monotonous, but Nora liked her ‘monotony’. Yet, without fail, Littles would always pop up from the recesses of her mind, forcibly taking up a good chunk of her thoughts. Fucking Becca and Jannice. Nora scoffed in amusement; she always did her best not to let her friends pressure her out of her quaint and stable lifestyle. However, she was more than certain they were the reason she thought about Littles as much as she did. It was hilarious, actually. Her brood of friends were all lively 20-something Amazons..and most of them had immediately taken on the responsibility of a Little as soon as they could. Nora had heard it all before-- "You have a stable job and a good income--" "They're such cute little things, I mean, honestly you seem a bit lonely sometimes…" "Littles need our help Nora, it might help you find more direction in what you wanna do, maybe open you up a bit more..?" ---And so on and so forth. Nora solidly believed she was one of the only Amazons who didn't actually want or need a Little. It’s not that she didn’t understand the appeal or the role, it was just.. I like my bitchy, boring, Type A, predictable, life. She snorted to herself, at least she was truthful. Nora knew what she wanted for the most part, and didn’t need anyone else to take care of..to share anything with. Attempting to compose herself, she cleared her throat. Nora’s friends rarely saw a side of her that wasn't serious, her mind was the only place she felt safe dropping her guard. Being 26, unattached and unmarried, Nora knew her friends secretly envied her on some level. In her eyes, life was a series of trade-offs. If her friends wanted to be Mommies, Daddies, and otherwise so badly, they were going to have to give up something. Most Amazons didn’t mind..or at least they said they didn’t. Instinctual or not, she figured every ‘lucky’ parent craved alone time; They missed and reminisced on the times when they were a priority. It's not like I find Littles that much trouble..well, usually. Sure, Nora found them cute like every other Amazon did, but the modifications–the artificiality of it always bothered her. She genuinely never understood how ‘loving’ parents could consider their Littles so cute..and the ‘light of their lives’, only to pluck out all their teeth. Or mentally regress them to puppets..or– Enough. That’s enough. Nora cut off her racing thoughts in annoyance. It was simple. She had places she wanted to go and standards she wanted to keep in her own life. What others did with their Littles was none of her business. Never had much of a maternal instinct anyways. Unknitting her brow, she decided to pick up her pace. She wasn’t going to be late by any means, she specifically left early to take her time. However, today Nora just felt..odd. Smoothing down her coppery flyaways, Nora redirected her attention to the warmth of the weather. Today she wore one of her favorite spring blouses. Made of thin chiffon, Nora’s top was a muted blue tone. In truth, she knew it was nothing special, but liked it because it was classy and plain; this morning, she’d paired it with an equally drab pencil skirt. As always, she opted to keep her makeup minimal. Gazing in the mirror prior to walking to work, she pondered if it was worth doing something new. Eyeliner? ..Maybe lipstick? She’d acknowledged a long time ago that people often saw her as uptight..and even potentially stubborn. However, Nora credited her success and satisfaction to consistency; keeping things in order made her life much easier. The only thing that wasn’t predictable about her seemed to be her height; with one of her parents being a Inbetweener, she never expected to be 9’9. Even so, she eventually grew to embrace her height, unknowingly leaving her peers envious. Nora had earned her respect, as well as commanded it with her presence. She was full of certainty, but at times, anxiety and indecision would rear their ugly heads. Deep down, she knew she had a lot to figure out about what she wanted, and where she truly stood. Passivity didn’t look good on Nora; did she like her dull life because she chose it? Or because it was safe..predictable, and , of course, passive. I’m doing it again, why soo existential this morning? Clucking her tongue in self-critique, Nora was just about to clear the alley that she usually passed on her route–until she heard a voice. In all honesty, she almost didn’t hear it. “Uh..H-Hi! I was wondering--” Stopping in her tracks, she looked down to find a small face peeking out from the alleyway. What the hell? Nora was instantly uneasy; what was this Little doing all alone? Where was her…Daddy? Mommy? Biting the inside of her cheeks, the Amazon quickly mulled over her options. This..wasn’t what she was expecting to deal with this morning. I mean, maybe she's one of those ‘self-sufficient’ Littles who got in over her head. She didn’t necessarily find the girl's predicament funny, but it was ironic how many Littles got themselves into trouble– especially after claiming how mature they were. Unsure of what approach she should take, the Amazon attempted to put on a ‘maternal’ voice. It was pretty easy to copy, seeing as she spent way too much time around her friends. Clearing her throat, she softened her voice, "Hun.. what are you doing in by yourself?” Placing her hands on her knees, Nora bent over so she could talk more intimately with the girl. “..Don't you know it's dangerous to go wandering off?" Obviously, she was trying to be delicate with her words. But Amazons could seldom help being..condescending. Slowly stepping out from behind the wall, the Little couldn't be more than 4'7. Her clothes had seen better days; her pink sweater was stained and her jeans were dirty. For Nora, it was very surreal to see a Little in clothing like that, it was abnormally tight. Way too grown-up. Grimacing, the Amazon wondered if the girl was wearing a diaper. From what she knew, most Littles were virtually incompetent when it came to their bathroom habits. All, if not most Littles Nora knew needed them; that was one thing heavy modifications weren’t needed for. Watching the girl bounce her leg, it was easy to see she was nervous. Seeing how uneasy she was melted Nora’s parental facade into genuine concern. I wonder how long she's been here? The Little looked quite frazzled, despite her efforts to hide it. For the girl’s sake, Nora hoped she hadn’t been lost for long. Examining her further, the Amazon saw she’d been crying; her eyes looked puffy, and her nose was the slightest bit red.Of course Littles cried all the time, Nora was no stranger to fussy Littles–but this one looked discouraged. She looked tired, the kind of tiredness a nap couldn’t fix. Deep in her analysis of the girl, Nora didn’t notice the few people who’d slowed down to spectate. Throwing the onlookers a smile, Nora quickly ushered the Little fully back into the alley. Definitely don’t need other people getting involved. Further into the alleyway, Nora fully crouched down to the Little's level. Her heart went out to the Little, so the Amazon decided to help. In Nora’s eyes, it was better her than..well, most people. She still was unsure of how to handle the situation, but she knew she should. Because who else will? Yay! lol thank you, that means a lot

Preface: Hi, folks. Long time lurker here on this board and for much longer going back to the earliest days of the ABDL internet scene. Here’s a little MD/lb relationship scenario that I think also works as a short story. All characters are 18+. Comments welcome. Before Naptime I’m in the living room, barefoot and wearing only white cotton training pants and a tee shirt. A children’s program plays on the TV. A variety of toddler toys are strewn about, but the centerpiece is an elaborate wooden train set. Sandra (my wife of 8 years and also my ABDL mommy) enters, carrying a large sippy cup and something else. She sits on the couch, beckons me over, and then pulls me gently into her lap. I love cuddles with mommy! I lean back against her soft body, feeling her warmth and smelling the strawberry scent of her conditioner mixing with the faint scent of the baby powder that mommy shook into my trainers this morning. It’s a safe, homey smell. Mommy strokes her fingers through my hair and tells me how cute I looked playing on the floor in my thickly padded “big boy” pants. I can’t help but blush a little at this revelation. I was so engrossed in playing that I was completely oblivious to her watching me from the doorway with a mixture of love and amusement. Unbeknownst to me, mommy had also recognized the tell-tale fidgeting and body language of a little boy who needs to be taken to the toilet very soon. It was cuteness overload already, but she has a plan to ramp it up a notch. Now I see that mommy has brought a book with her! It’s a children’s picture book about babies - not my first choice of subject, but at least we haven’t read this one before. I snuggle back into her chest as she begins to read in the soft, sing-song voice she likes to use during our most special mommy and baby times. Even though this book is geared towards much littler boys, mommy makes it fun by pausing frequently to ask questions or to for me to name things in the pictures, and then praising me effusively when I do so correctly. She is also careful to point out all the contrasts between a “big boy” like me and the silly little babies in the book: “Look! The baby has a bottle, doesn’t she? Big boys like you don’t drink from bottles do they, sweetie? No you don’t, but can you imagine how it would feel if you did?”… And so on. Between the questions and the colorful illustrations, I find myself getting into it a little as the book goes on. Who knew babies had so much cool stuff going on? After a question about thumb sucking and pacifiers, I find that my thumb has crept into my mouth. Mommy notices this too, but she doesn’t comment on this babyish behavior. She just smiles and gives my side a little tickle with her fingertips, prompting a giggle and the first signals (at least as far as I am aware) from my bladder that I need to go tinkle fairly soon. My bladder control has deteriorated dramatically in recent weeks. Both Sandra and the staff at the regression clinic act like it’s no big deal, but I can tell I’m slipping. Often, and especially if I’m engrossed in something, I don’t feel the urge to go until I’m at a stage just below full-blown desperation. And sometimes that leads to wet pants. After a very wet accident at the grocery store two weeks ago, Sandra started putting me in padded training-style panties during the daytime “just in case.” I actually didn’t mind too much. The added padding made me less anxious about little accidents, and some of them featured cool cartoon designs. Besides, everyone could see they weren’t diapers. But the ones she put me in this morning were different. They were plain white, with no faux fly, and much bulkier than what I was used to wearing in the daytime. The rise was a lot higher too - there was no way they wouldn’t show above the waistband of my pants. I started to complain when she first pulled them up my legs, but Sandra deftly reminded me that all my thinner pairs were in the wash due to my “little boo boos” from the previous day. She also pointed out that these trainers had an additional waterproof layer to keep my accidents inside my pants instead of on the couch or her floor. I couldn’t argue with either of those points, and so I grudgingly accepted the not-quite-diaper on a strictly temporary basis - a condition which Sandra immediately dismissed with a non-committal “let’s see how it goes,” followed by a pat to my padded bottom. I wasn’t sure if I’d won, but it wasn’t a definite loss either. More like a draw with the threat of a permanent step backwards if her conditions were not met. I squirm a little at the uncomfortable thought of remaining in these babyish pants full time, and the motion provokes a new series of bladder alarm bells. I wonder briefly whether the excess padding is muffling the signals from my bladder somehow, but there’s no time to think about that right now. Instead, I jam my hand into my crotch and squeeze my legs together as tightly as I can, while turning and telling mommy that I need to go potty now. The result is not what I expected. Instead of jumping straight into action, Mommy just smiles, and squeezes me tighter around my waist. She continues holding the book open - ironically on a page featuring a training potty as part of the furnishings in baby’s bathroom. Her tone is a bit less syrupy and more authoritative this time around: “Sweetie, we can’t keep pausing our activities for you to go potty every 5 minutes. Let’s finish the book, and then I’ll take you after if you still think you need to go. You don’t want to miss the rest of the story do you?” I hesitate for a moment, then shake my head “no.” I’m really starting to like this story, and I want to be a good boy for her. Maybe If I stay very still the urge will fade away… Mommy smiles indulgently as she feels me relax back against her. She gently removes my hand from its death-grip on my padded crotch and guides it back towards my mouth, looking at me expectantly until my thumb finds its way back in. ”Such a good listener!”, she exclaims, reverting back to the syrupy tone, while simultaneously pulling me tighter into her and pushing my legs back to either side of hers. Maybe it’s because I’m sat up a bit more now, but her arm seems to encircle just a little lower down on my waist, adding a subtle, but increased pressure on my bladder. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s not helping the situation either. I resolve to ignore it and instead try to focus in on the story. It does feel good to just listen and let mommy be in charge of everything. The urge to tinkle does seem to have faded a bit. Now we are at the page about baby’s bedroom. Mommy points to the picture of the changing table. She asks me to tell her what it is. I answer around my thumb, and she squeezes me tighter as she tells me what a clever boy I am. Then mommy asks me what’s on the shelf underneath the table? “Diapers!” I respond enthusiastically, while doing my best to stay still and avoid jolting my bladder. “That’s RIGHT! - those are baby diapers!”, Mommy exclaims as she jiggles me and gives my sides and thighs another light tickle that sends a delightful little shiver through my body. Uh oh! I tense almost immediately, but it’s too late. A generous gush of urine has escaped into the front of my pants. It’s not quite an “accident” (I’ve been wetter from failing to shake properly after using the big boy potty), but I’m no longer technically “dry” either. I can definitely feel the added wet warmth around my front. For a moment, I’m concerned about what mommy will say when she takes me to the potty and finds me wet. I’m well aware that big boys don’t make any tinkles in their pants. But on the other hand, she’s the one who refused to take me when I asked. It could have been avoided. This time it’s not really my fault. I briefly contemplate letting a little bit more tinkle out on this basis, but I quickly dismiss that as something only babies do. Everyone has little accidents. Only a baby would choose to go potty in his pants not 10 feet from an open bathroom door. Unfortunately, my internal musings on this important subject have to be put on pause due to a new round questions from mommy - Now she wants to know why babies have to wear diapers? Easy question! I tell her it’s because they go potty in their pants. “That’s right!” she says in that same, overly enthusiastic baby-talk tone she has lapsed back into. But then her smile is replaced with a look of confusion: “But wait a minute, sweetie - you go potty in YOUR pants sometimes too…don’t you?” I understand this question and specific phrasing to refer to whether or not I sometimes do all my tinkles or poopies in my pants (as distinct from my little potty boo-boos). It’s still an embarrassing subject despite the regression treatments, and I hesitate to respond. Mommy isn’t letting it go though. She puts the book down, gently turns my head to look up at her, and asks me again, this time a bit more firmly, to tell her whether or not I go potty in my pants sometimes? I know she wants me to make eye contact. She loves seeing the look in my eyes when I confess my most babyish misdeeds to her. I manage to look up and mumble a reluctant, “yes” reply around my thumb. Mommy nods approvingly, lays my head back against her chest, and starts whispering softly in my ear as if she’s telling me a very special secret: “That’s right, sweet boy, you do go potty in your pants sometimes! And sometimes you tell mommy about it like a big boy, don’t you?” “But other times, you don’t tell mommy, and she has to find out if you’re in need of a change by checking your pants, doesn’t she, sweetheart?” The whispers and the soft touch of her hair on my cheek combine to send little electric shivers of pleasure down my spine - which is odd because I’m also blushing and frowning slightly at this new line of questioning. Mommy doesn’t wait for an answer this time. Instead, she just gives a soft little laugh and continues: “That’s right, baby boy. Sometimes Mommy doesn’t find out that you’ve made a boo-boo until she’s changing you into your night-night diaper, or until she decides she needs to check your pants because it’s been such a long time since you asked her to take you to the potty.” This latter statement isn’t posed as a question, so much as a statement of fact. “Sometimes Mommy even finds poopies when she checks your pants, doesn’t she?” I blush even deeper at this, but I find I’m also nodding slowly as I recall the “big boo boo” I made in my pants while playing with my train set yesterday. Truth be told, I hadn’t even really noticed what was happening until the deed was done. Or rather, the need to go just didn’t seem like something I needed to pay attention to in that moment. I had just sort of “zoned out” for a minute while squatting beside my train set, and when I came back to reality, there was an unfamiliar heavy warmth in the seat of my training pants. Worse, I had turned around to find Sandra watching me from the living room doorway wearing a sly smile and holding a pack of wipes along with my naptime diaper. She had watched the whole event! A briefly troubling thought about why she hadn’t intervened in that little episode is quickly brushed away as she hugs me tightly and praises me for answering honestly. “Good boys don’t lie about having poop in their pants, do they?” she asks in a mock serious tone. I smile around my thumb and shake my head “no”. Of course they don’t! Good boys tell their mommies when they have stinky pants. They definitely don’t try to hide it. Mommy seems satisfied with my answers. She pats my leg and reassures me: “It’s OK. I know you’re not a baby. You’re mommy’s big boy, aren’t you?” Unfortunately, this last question seems to provoke an equal and opposite reaction between my psyche and my physiology. As I nod my agreement, I’m suddenly aware of a much larger warm spot spreading and growing in the front of my trainers. I hadn’t even felt my bladder relax this time! I manage to stem the tide, but not before squeezing a final squirt into my now very wet-feeling pants. Oh well. Mommy was already going to find a a little boo boo when she put me down for my nap. Now it’s just a lot bigger boo boo! I giggle a little at this thought, which prompts another small spurt of pee to bounce off the front of my trainers and trickle its way down towards my bottom. Mommy notices my change in body language, and she could feel the slight tensing of my hips a moment ago. She’s experienced enough with looking after little boys to know what this means. Even so, she leans forward and whispers a new question in my ear: “And what about today, honeybunch? Are you wet? Is Mommy going to have to wipe your bottom all clean and dry before she puts on your naptime diaper?” I hesitate for a moment, but then I nod, and tell her shyly that I did a little tinkle in my pants. The distinction between ‘big’ and ‘little’ has become so important to me these days. Mommy smiles indulgently, kissing my head, and telling me what a good boy I am for telling her that I need to be changed. Something about that phrasing doesn’t sit right, and I feel the need to pull my thumb from my mouth and clarify that “it’s just a little tinkle, and that’s not the same as wetting my pants! I don’t need to be changed!” The petulance in my voice, particularly on that last part, surprises me. I sound just like a toddler trying to convince his mommy that he’s too busy to pause for a diaper change. Mommy chuckles at my immature reaction, and gives my bare thigh another little tickle. She reaches between my legs, feeling the front of my trainers, and pressing the wetness held inside into me. Then she sticks two fingers into one of the leg gathers at my crotch before declaring me “a little soggy, but OK for now.” But it’s definitely not OK. I still need to go, and all this talk about diapers and wet pants isn’t helping my situation at all. So I ask again (trying my best to keep the whine out of my voice this time) if she can PLEASE take me to the potty now? Once again, Mommy doesn’t budge or respond to my request directly. Instead, her arm stays wrapped firmly around my waist as she asks: “Are you telling me you’re bored with this book, sweetie? Because after your book it’s time for you to go ni-nights. Is that what you want? Do you want me to put you to bed now?” I frown, but don’t respond. This isn’t the answer I was looking for. Seeing my less-than-enthusiastic reaction, mommy announces that she might have something that will help. She reaches across to the side table, and grabs the large sippy cup of warm milk she brought in with the book. She brings it to my lips, holding it there patiently in front of me without saying another word. Before I started wearing diapers at naptime and nighttime, a drink this size right before bed would have been a big no-no. But now, mommy seems to take pride in making sure my diaper is drenched whenever I wake up, even from a relatively short sleep. Despite the discomfort in my bladder, I know what mommy wants me to do right now, and so I decide to take a reluctant sip just to appease her. “Good boy!” she says brightly, when she sees me swallow. The cup doesn’t move an inch. I know I’m not going to win this fight, so I decide just to get it over with as quickly as possible in the hopes that I can get to the toilet after. I start sucking rhythmically on the teat, enjoying the rich taste of the milk despite my apprehension. We sit here together in relative silence, broken only by Sandra’s soft breathing in my ear and the steady drone of bubbles flowing into the sippy cup. I’m not quite sure how much time passes this way, but I notice I’m starting to feel very relaxed and a little dopey. Warm milk often has that effect on me lately, almost like having a few shots of whiskey in quick succession, but with an even stronger dopamine rush. My hands fall listlessly at my sides. I’m now perfectly content to just let mommy hold my cup for me while I drink, even though I normally insist on doing it myself. The need to go potty is still there of course, but it seems farther away and less important somehow. Definitely not as important as drinking my yummy milk. Mommy smiles as she watches my face slacken and my resistance beginning to fade. My body grows heavy against her. She starts to whisper in my ear again, only this time it’s softer and slower, like a mother soothing an overtired infant. I have to listen very carefully to hear her over the sounds of my drinking: “Sweetheart, Mommy will help you finish going tinkles in just a second, but right now I need you to be a good boy and concentrate on making the rest of your milk all gone so that you get nice and sleepy for your nap.” She strokes my hair with her free hand as she whispers, and the combination of the soothing touches, her soft voice, and the warm milk still filling my belly makes it very hard to focus on big boy things like not tinkling in my pants. And so, when a new stream of warmth begins to spread in the front of my padded undies, I listlessly let it go for a few moments before choosing to re-clench my bladder. It takes longer than usual to stop the flow this time, which must be because I’m feeling so cozy and sleepy and little. Maybe my bladder feels sleepy and little too? Or maybe it’s because a growing part of me thinks letting go completely while snuggled into mommy’s lap might feel really nice. After all, these new trainers are a LOT like diapers aren’t they? There won’t be any uncomfortable leaks. And sometimes it’s nice to feel and act like a baby, knowing that mommy is in charge, and that she knows what’s best for me, even if that means making a big tinkle or even a poopy in my special pants. It’s odd - but I realize that mommy has been whispering these exact same things in my ear while I’ve been thinking them. We always get so in tune during these special moments together! I sigh contentedly, and in that moment I decide to relax completely, letting the warm flow go unchecked, and feeling the same rush of tickling wetness spreading down toward my bottom that I normally associate with an unrestrained wetting in my bedtime diaper. I’m in heaven! It feels delicious and wonderful to be sucking warm milk into my belly and making warm tinkles in my pants at the same time! Eventually the flow ebbs, and a little shiver goes up my spine as the last drops of urine reach their destination. I sigh again and smile drunkenly at mommy around the teat. Mommy smiles too. From the warmth in her lap and my contented expression, she knows exactly what has just happened. She’s also pleased that the new “trainers” contained such a large wetting without any leaks (at least not that she’s aware of). She pulls the cup gently from my mouth and sets it back down on the side table. But she doesn’t make a move to get up yet. She’s also enjoying this moment between us. She gives my squishy crotch a playful little squeeze and asks in the sweetest of voices: “who’s mommy’s wet little boy?” I’m far too zoned out to answer, but that’s OK. Mommy’s content to continue stroking my hair and humming softly in my ear as I drift off to dreamland.

Scene #184 I hate doorbells. I much prefer a good knock. Knock from a delivery person? I could do without, tbh. Knock from someone going door to door? Not gonna answer probably. Knock from a friend? Heck yes please. But as with all things in retail and life, location location location. And timing. Location and timing. Let’s take for instance my location at the time of this happening that happened: the living room corner. And the timing: post-getting my butt spanked (hard! I mean, geez Mary; think of your rotator cuff!). And the location of other items of import. Pants: over the arm of the couch. Panties: no idea. They flew off my ankles, and I didn’t see where. About half the time that happens, an underpants gnome steals them before I can find them, and about most of those times, the gnome is named Mary and she’s five-foot-eight, much bigger than the average gnome but no less delighted to hide my underpants from me. And what about Mary’s location: on the couch. Probably taking a breather after all that exertion. That, and waiting for my timeout to be over cuz - and she’ll deny this if asked - she HATES putting me in the corner if I’m still crying. Her caregiver self just wants to caregive the stuffing outta me, but she parks me in the corner anyway cuz she says I learn from it. I don’t know about that cuz I think I’ve learned all the things. I mean, I legit know it all. A lot of people agree with me ‘There goes Daphne,’ people say, ‘she’s such a know it all.’ So ya might say we were having a private moment, what with my nuditity and weepiness and fighting the good fight against the little sobs I hadn’t yet gotten under control when, DING DONG! I swear I’d disconnect the thing if I had any idea how. I startled a little, cuz I always do when the doorbell rings, and I even (horrors!) turned around a little, verboten during corner time, and Mary gave me one her you’re-still-in-timeout-sweetie looks as she got up to get the door. Our house has one of those foyer things, so opening the door doesn’t mean my girl parts will be out there for all visitors to see in the event they’re already out there for Mary to see. However, if we had no foyer, that wouldn’t stop Mary from letting certain visitors walk on in. I know this because Mary did! That’s what she did! With my butt out! And stuff too! “It’s just your Nana,” Mary called to me as she unlocked our door. And that was purely informative. It was not a company-is-here-cover-your-shame warning. Not that she needed to warn me, because I’m cool as a zucchini, not at all the type of person who gets stressed just because someone who isn’t my wife is about to see my spanked butt standing in timeout like a nighty little girl circa 1962. I certainly did not suffer a setback in the fight against the diaphragm cramping and the sobs and tears. Not a thing that happened; ahistorical; libelous. Really. “Good morning, Mae. Come in.” “Good morning. I came to ask Daffy a favor,” Nana conveyed to Mary as Mary conveyed Nana right into the living room. The woman has no social graces! Like, friggin at all! She takes liberties, is what she does. Has way too high a risk tolerance for the possibility of offending people with the sight of our lifestyle just all out there and stuff. True story. “Have a seat. I was just about to let her out of timeout.” I’m guessing that’s about when Nana established line-of-sight with my butt. The rest of me too, but something about bare butts just draws the eye, ya know? Mystery of human psychology (and I’m not too sarcastic! where do these rumors start?). “O,” Nana said, putting it quite lightly. In my fantasy world, she followed that up with ‘I’ll back out of the room and we’ll all pretend this never happened.’ But nope. Just nope. In the world that actually exists (allegedly; I’m starting to have doubts), Nana followed up her interjection with, “Am I interrupting something?” “Not at all. Have a seat. Can I get you a drink?” You suck, Mary. So, so much sometimes. “I’m fine, thank you. Is everything alright?” “We had a little problem with attitude this morning. You can come out, Daffy. Come sit with me.” ‘With me’ is Mary-speak in certain circumstances for ‘on me.’ Once upon a time, in the misty past, Mary and I didn’t so much with my naked butt around vanilla neighbors. And those vanilla neighbors would’ve been quite offended (despite what a great butt I have). But not Nana; at least, not for a while now. But me, personally, I like my person covered when we have company. Called me repressed or something, I guess. If I knew where my panties were, I’d have put them back on. Unfortunately for me, I was too well spanked to care enough to go looking, though when Mary says to go to her, she doesn’t appreciate detours anyway. Mary and Nana were on the couch. If I sat on Mary’s lap, which is how I understood her instruction, I’d either be giving Nana a full frontal if I sat on Mary’s left or an even better closeup of my newly spanked butt if I sat on her right. I opted to deliberately misinterpret (at least I think) Mary’s instructions and sat down between them, not exactly much better. I put my head on Mary’s shoulder, which I wanted to do no matter where I was sitting. Sometimes I wish I could her to be shorter just for a few minutes so I can rest my head there easier. Then she could go back to being tall and strong and authoritative and stuff. “Closer,” Mary said all nice to me. My consequence was over. She’s nice to me even in the middle of a consequence, and consequences can be quite mean, which just goes to show how talented she is. Manhandling me in that nice way she does, she lifted my legs right off the floor and did a pivot-and-lift move to sit me on her lap. I like that she’s strong enough to do that, and I usually like that she does it without asking. I didn’t mind right then because I was still upset and because sitting in between them wasn’t as good at concealing my princess part (Mary’s term) as I thought. With my head on her shoulder, I sniffed back a head full and wiped my eyes on her tee shirt. A hand was suddenly in my peripheral tapping Mary on the shoulder, offering a tissue. Mary took it, held it for me, and told me, “Honk.” I don’t honk because I’m not waterfowl, but it certainly sounded honk-like. I’d had (and was still slightly having) a serious cry. Mary reached for another, Nana handed it to her, and Mary told me, “Look up, sweetheart.” When I did, she dabbed at my eyes and cheeks. Nana being in the room has not, in recent years, stopped Mary from spanking me. Not like a full on spanking, cuz that would terrify the poor vanilla, but the lady has seen my butt smacked. So of course Mary thought nothing of finishing my talking-to with Nana looking on. “Why did I have to give you that spanking?” “Cuz I was being a bitch.” Which is very unlike me. I’m usually just as sweet as sugar candy all fine and dandy, but sometimes, for someone who’s only five-foot-two, a lot of bitchiness comes out. “And what’s the rule?” “Bad moods and PMS are not an excuse for being a bitch.” True story. Mary made that rule when we were dating, and it applies to both of us. When Mary does it, I tell her to stop. When I do it, Mary tells me to stop. When Mary does it after having been told to stop, I tell her to stop again. When I do it after having been told to stop, Mary takes the nearest paddle to my butt. In the midst of this private moment, some hand that didn’t belong to anyone named Taylor stroked my back. Of course Nana doesn’t know the rules, but being touched by someone during aftercare who wasn’t involved from the get go or invited to touch is not cool. I buried my face in the little space between Mary’s arm and body, snuggled in closer, and think, though I’m not sure, I felt Mary just barely shaking her head. I like aftercare from others, but not til I finish my aftercare with Mary. Mary stroked my hair and leaned her head against mine and I could feel the heat of her breath and smell her scent. What a safe place. “You want to try telling me again what’s with the attitude you had,” Mary asked. Past tense. Anything I hear of someone getting punished for a bad attitude, I think how ridiculous it is. How’s a punishment supposed to make someone feel better? But what I’m really asking is how it’s supposed to make normal people feel better, because nine times out of ten I get spanked for bad attitude, a butt warming totally resets my mood. “Nothing. I just didn’t get enough sleep,” I said with Marty’s shirt muffling my answer. I wasn’t in a bad mood because I didn’t get enough sleep. I was in a bad mood because I didn’t get enough sleep and Mary had the TV while she was making breakfast, and the sound of people speaking just really ticked me off. That’s a perfectly reasonable reaction. Um, really. “You stayed up late last night with those video games of yours.” I swear Mary channels my mom when it comes to gaming. She understands only marginally better than my mom did circa 1994. It’s not like I’m constantly playing or streaming it or anything. I just got in a groove and then it was after midnight. “Maybe you need a bedtime again.” Funny thing, I get physically excited for sleep sometimes. I love sleep. But sometimes other runs things lead me astray and I stay up too late. Mary gave me a bedtime shortly after I stopped working so I wouldn’t get into bad sleep habits, and it just gradually became one of those things we forgot about. “Okay.” I was feeling awfully malleable, as I so often do after Mary spanks the me into a weepy mess (she likes me suggestible and stuff because reasons), and I was surprised Nana hadn’t commented on how red (and purple and probably with a couple of those white patches you get when you really get it good). She’s had words with Mary before about spanking me too hard, but I guess the words Mary had back (and some of my own) got through to her. Too bad I’m not the kind of person who can correct her behavior just by being told to … which would actually be horrible, not that I think on it. No fun at all. “Your bedtime is no later than when I get in bed. That way we can have some snuggle time. You never wake up in a bad mood if you fall asleep in my arms.” True story. A smidge embarrassing to have Nana overhear that. “I’ll make good choices today. I promise.” She kissed my hair. “I know you will.” She kissed me again. “My good girl.” “Sorry again.” “No more sorries. You got your consequence, and all is forgiven.” I’m forgiven and a good girl? O fuck yes! What’s better than that? Nothing. That’s how much. “Ready to get up?” I nodded and got a good squeeze. “Up you get.” I slid off her lap, and what lay before me but Nana, on the floor on her knees next to a throw blanket, on top of which was a pre-powdered diaper. What the heccin hey. I looked at Nana, then Mary. Nana very nicely said, “You don’t wanna go around naked all day, do you?” She said it all innocent and stuff, easy for her to do because she was, ya know, actually innocent. The same question from Mary would be faux-innocent (which I kinda like, but please don’t tell her). When Mary does does the faux-innocent thing, I feel embarrassed yet righteous, which leads to me going hmmph! and helps get me back to my equilibrium. Turns out when Nana does it and is actually innocent, I feel very smol. Gone is the fun teasing. In its place, neighbor who assumed I either wear diapers pretty much all the time, or because I’d just gotten in trouble, or that I was wearing one before I went over Mary’s knee. I looked at Mary again, who made might-as-well eyes at me and said, “It’s okay. Lie down.” “Okay.” Sometimes I’m too suggestible. Mary likes me that way too. So I laid down and let Nana put one of Mary’s diapers on me. “Look like you could use the padding today,” Nana chuckled as she sealed the last tape. “What do you say,” Mary chimed in. “Thank you.” Nana helped me sit up. “I was going to ask you to come over and help me move something, but I think you you should take a nap first.” “That’s a good idea,” Mary joined in. She held out her hand and helped me up. “Will you be home all day? She can come over after.” “I’ll be there. It’ll give me time to bake some cookies. I’m going to make some ice cream sandwiches with them after they cool. You wanna help me do that too?” Uh, heck yeah. “Mhmm.” “I’ll let her down and send her over around 10:30. How about I make some lunch while she’s over there and I’ll bring over a picnic?” Mary was tucking me in, moments after telling me she’d find one of the onesies Nana made for me to wear over there (under my shorts, I assumed). Before I fell back asleep, I first thought to myself, wow, it’s only nine and it’s been a full day already. And then, did I just get spanked by my wife, diapered by the grandma next door, put down for a nap, and promised cookies? What is even happening anymore?

Chapter 14: Testing BREAKFAST WAS RUSHED for Liam and me due to him being a pain about the diaper. I’d grabbed my backpack and made sure I had a few spare Pull-Ups and, at Mackenzie’s insistence, two diapers. I had also made sure to put a bottle of water from the pack Amanda had for me inside after discreetly checking the cap. She had modified the bottles with a simple line on the lids that would be unnoticed by most, but I could tell if they’d been tampered with. I sighed as I left behind a half-finished plate of bacon and sausage to get moving to the tests. “Where are we taking them?” I asked Mackenzie. We were practically running alongside her to keep up with her, after a rushed visit to the Littles Restroom in Sanders Hall. “Destiny Hall,” she told me with a smile. “It’s one of our larger lecture halls.” “How long do these tests take?” Liam asked. “And what’s on them?” “Oh, it’s just to establish a baseline of your knowledge compared to those who grew up here. There’s a little bit of everything on there, I guess?” She shrugged, “I’ve never taken it before, obviously!” We entered a vast building and were quickly led to a large lecture hall that Mom had told me about. Just as in her time, there were smaller seats at the front that I found myself being led to. I hadn’t counted yesterday, but I thought they said there were four sets of exchange students present this semester. ‘That should be about forty-eight?’ I thought to myself. I looked around the room at the others and only counted twenty-two fellow Littles, eight Mids, and one or two Bigs! ‘Already lost that many?’ I wondered, a bit worried. “Connor?” I heard as I was beginning to pull out the seat booster Mom had me pack. I turned and saw a tall guy I remember being shorter than me from before we left. “Oliver, right?” I asked. “What happened to you?” He asked. “Or, I should say, all of you?” I shrugged, “Supposedly, it’s random, but my Mom shrank a ridiculous amount when she came through too, so maybe genes play a role?” “Maybe… So, where is your dorm?” “With the other Littles,” I said, pointing around the vast majority of exchange students who were Littles. Before we could talk anymore, a tall man walked in, accompanied by two younger college girls who looked to be TAs from my experience. “Guess that means we need to sit down,” Oliver said. “I’ll catch you later!” I placed the portable booster on the seat, and Liam asked, “Where did you get that?” “My mom suggested I bring it,” I told him. It was a clever plastic piece that worked with interlocking rings locking and stacking up but folding flat when not in use. It raised me by a good ten inches and meant that I could reach the edge of the desk that flipped over the seat. “Good morning, everyone!” The tall professor called out. “If you will, please take your seats! I am Doctor Welsh, the head of the Math Department here at Emerson. My assistants will begin handing out testing tablets and styluses to you. Please don’t do anything with them until we instruct you to do so.” I sat patiently, just wondering what the placement tests would bring. As I received my test, I noticed that Dr. Benson and Dr. Owens were now standing at the front alongside six other professors of varying heights. Dr. Owens seemed to have gotten lucky and grown to a pretty respectable size. He didn’t seem ten feet tall, but he was definitely taller than Beth. Dr. Benson seemed to have shrunk a good ten inches and was a definite Little. ‘Wonder if they have a Little professor’s dorm with cribs…?’ I wondered. After a few minutes, Dr. Welsh looked at everyone with devices and spoke again, “Like I said, I’m the Math chair here, and I’ll be proctoring our math placement exam. Due to various differences between dimensions, we find it is best to have students take a placement test before setting their schedules. Following this exam, there will be a fifteen-minute break, then there will be a general sciences exam we will have you all take to get a baseline for which courses you should be placed in. After that, we’ll have one more fifteen-minute break and administer a computer programming exam. If you are not scheduled to take any computer science courses, you may leave after completing your science exam.” He paused and looked around, “Following your exams, you’ll meet with advisors this afternoon to schedule your classes for this semester. Please do your best on these tests, as they do limit which courses we can successfully enroll you in, regardless of classes you may have taken in your home universities! It should go without saying, but do not look at anyone else’s work around you. Each person’s test is randomized in such a way it wouldn’t help anyway. You will have ninety minutes for this first test. If you have not used one of these testing tablets before, press on the top corner to activate it, and the stylus you were given may be used to select your answer. Please include your work on math problems as that may impact where we place you. Any questions?” He looked up again, “In that case, you may begin; your ninety minutes start now!” I looked down at my tablet and followed his directions to activate it. There was a spot for the student ID number, which was helpfully shown on the band of my wristband to remind me. Mom had tutored all of us in math from the time we were in Preschool. As a result, I found the problems simple even with the addition of the Base 60 math that, for some reason, was used in this dimension. Given Mom never intended us to travel here, it was a surprise that she had taught us so thoroughly there. Back home at my university, I’d tested out of five semesters of math, though, at Mom’s suggestion, I’d done the last two courses to be safe last year. That meant I was at the end of the test well before the ninety minutes was up. I pressed submit and looked up at where Dr. Welsh had sat down to watch us all. He looked down at a tablet in front of him, looked at me, and then walked over. “Done?” He asked. “Yes, sir! Is it possible for me to use the restroom while the others finish the test?” He looked at me skeptically, “I’ll have to send one of the assistants with you. Just to make sure you don’t communicate with anyone?” I shrugged, “Fine?” He motioned to one of the tall brown-haired girls. “Mindy, Connor here is done; he wanted to hit the potty before the next test. Would you please take him?” “Sure, Doctor Welsh!” the girl said. “Come on, sweetie!” I got some glares from others as I followed her up and out of the large lecture hall. Once we were out of the doors, she asked, “Did you need to go so badly you just skipped half the test?” I shook my head at her as I saw bathroom signs ahead, “No, I finished for real. I’m good at math. Can you open the door for me?” She smiled, “Sure, sweetie,” she said and pushed open the women’s door. “Umm… I meant…” “I know what you meant, but you’re not going to be able to manage the adult potties here on your own.” As soon as we entered, I understood what she meant and sighed. I walked to an open stall door and realized the toilet was again at my shoulder level, and there was no urinal in this bathroom. Without warning, she pulled my pants down and squeezed the padding of the Pull-Up. “Wow! What a good boy! You’re all dry!” Before I could register how rude that was, she pulled my Pull-Up down to expose me before planting my bottom down on the toilet. I was embarrassed but glad she kept a hand on my back because I was way too small for the seat! My legs were just over the edge, and I found myself using them to help keep myself upright. My upper leg muscles were getting a workout, even as I tried to make myself pee with a pretty girl holding my back. I struggled for a moment and grunted before a stream started, and another cramp forced out some small pieces of poop. “Good boy!” the tall girl told me. Without waiting for me to ask for toilet paper, she already had some in hand. Then, without hesitation for any remaining personal space or modesty, she used a wad to wipe me dry in front before pushing me to crouch forward and wiping my rear for me! “I can do that…?” “Oh, I don’t mind, sweetie!” A couple of wads later, she said, “That’s it, all clean!” Hands went under my armpits suddenly and stood me up. I managed to raise my Pull-Up and pants myself before she pushed her way in to help me tuck the shirt back in and straighten out my vest and tie. Then, without warning, she picked me up, sat me on her hip, and carried me to the sinks. “Hold out your hands, little guy,” she told me as she pushed my hands in front of a soap dispenser. I rubbed them together and placed them in the water that started. A moment later, she handed me a paper towel that I used before she led me out the door. “Umm… thanks,” I told her outside. “No problem, sweetie! And if your test doesn’t go like you think it did, I would be happy to tutor you for free this semester!” I could see a look in her eyes that Mom had always described, but I’d never quite gotten right in my imagination. There was a hunger…? A desire…? Craving…? Like some wild beast...? Just as I stared up at her, she groaned. “Not again!” “Huh?” “Don’t worry about it, sweetie. Let’s just get you back into the hall.” As she opened the door, I noticed her shirt looked like she’d spilled something on it. I thought for a second… ‘Oh…!’ I scrambled back to my seat and carefully tried not to notice when she disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a sweatshirt added on top of her shirt. She was clearly an Amazon needing someone to baby, and I could only hope to stay clear of her! BETH LOOKED AT her friends and giggled. “Come on, one date won’t hurt you…?” Livy suggested the boy they were talking about. She shook her head, “He’s a neanderthal! All he can do is run up a field and knock people down!” “Your problem is you’re too picky!” Cassidy said to her. “Like you’re any better?” Beth shot back. “How many dates did you turn down before finals?” Livy giggled, “She’s got you there, Cass.” “I guess none of us really have much of a romantic life right now, huh?” Cassie sighed. Beth sighed as well. Livy suddenly stared at her, “What was that sigh, Beth?” She narrowed her eyes, “You have someone you DO like!” Beth shook her head, “It would never work!” “Too tall…? Your dad was just fine with your mom?” Livy added. “Umm…” “Ooh… Too short…?” Cassidy asked. “Enough about me!” Beth said, feeling her face turn red. “Is it that Little you told me about?” Livy asked. “No,” Beth said, “I can’t date a Little… the last thing I want is to have kids smaller than me!” “You’re short, Beth, but you’re definitely a Mid?” Cassidy pushed. “I wasn’t always, though…?” “Huh?” Both her friends said in stereo. “Look… just drop it for now…? I have a hard time talking about this with my family even… You two are my best friends, and I don’t want you to change how you look at me…?” “Now you’re just getting us more curious!” Cassidy said. Livy looked and said, “This is what you were talking about earlier?” Beth nodded. “Look, just leave it be, please?” “You don’t trust us…?” Cassidy asked, clearly hurt. “No! I do trust you! It’s just…?” She groaned, “I just can’t talk about it… Alright?” Beth could tell Cassidy wanted to push, but Olivia put her hand on her shoulder, “Leave it, Cassie. She’ll tell us when she’s ready.” She could tell that Cassie was hurt, so she suggested, “How about we go out for dinner tonight? My treat? One last chance to not eat cafeteria food?” “Deal,” Cassie and Olivia said together. I SAT STILL as the new professor got everyone to quiet down. “Good morning; I’m Doctor Faulkner, the head of the Computer Science department here at Emerson. I see we have eight of you who stuck around for this test. Because it’s a smaller-sized group, and I want us to have access to proper computer terminals, we’re going to move this test upstairs to another room. If you’ll please follow me!” I quickly stood up and grabbed my booster. It was a quick press of a button to collapse it, and I threw it into my bag before getting in line behind several other test-takers. “How did you do on the earlier tests?” Liam asked me, even as he seemed to be wincing as he walked for some reason. I shrugged, “Pretty well, I think?” “I’m sure you’ll do well on this one then?” He asked. “We’ll see… This world has been about twenty or more years ahead of ours since my mom came to school here. I have a feeling we’ll see some things that were only dreamt of when she was in school?” Doctor Faulkner led us to a large elevator which had no issues fitting her, a TA, and the eight of us. Only one of our group was close to being a Big, and another was a Mid. The other six were clearly Littles - though I was the shortest! Looking around at the group from my shorter stature meant people’s rears were more in my view. I quickly noticed that all but the two larger ones and one smaller student were padded. Liam drew my attention with another wince, and I wondered what was wrong with him. “Right this way,” the tall younger TA said as she directed us to follow her. Doctor Faulkner took up the rear. We found ourselves in a computer lab with terraced levels a moment later, and I climbed on my designated chair. The computer keyboard in front of me was gigantic! I sighed, knowing I would have to hunt and peck instead of type the way I usually did. ‘Where’s the screen, though?’ I thought for a moment. “Here, let’s get you a better keyboard,” Doctor Faulkner said, handing me one that felt like I was an elementary school kid on a big computer then, not an infant! “Thanks!” I told her. She passed out keyboards that fit better to everyone before coming around and giving everyone a pair of eyeglasses. “What are these?” Liam asked. “Those are your immersion headsets,” Dr. Faulkner told him. “Just put them on, and you’ll see what I mean.” I did so and was suddenly in awe of how much further their wearables had gotten! Projected in 3D in front of me was an interface that said, ‘Emerson Computer Programming Placement Exam, please wait for further instructions.” “Okay, everyone is on the test start screen now, right?” She asked. I nodded and assumed the others did, too, as she continued. “You’re going to have ninety minutes for this test. It’s a pretty comprehensive test of thirty questions, from basic programming skills to more advanced concepts we teach in our upper-level courses. Don’t worry if you don’t finish it; even our students who grow up here don’t make it that far! Just do the best you can so we can figure out the best match of courses for you in your short semester study here. Make sure you program in a standard language and nothing too obscure, and the software will automatically determine if your solution works in that language. Make sure you proof each solution to avoid any major syntax errors. We will work hard to have your results in time for your advisor meetings this afternoon. If there are no more questions?” “Umm, professor, there’s no mouse or anything…?” I heard a girl ask who I didn’t know. “Just use your hand to press and flick if you need to,” she said. “Huh?” “Like this,” she said as she appeared in a small PIP window and demonstrated. I mimicked the movement, and the page moved down for a second before recentering. “Weird,” I said quietly. “If there are no more questions, you may begin!” I moved my hand to press the button in front of me and was surprised by a haptic response I could feel. I was presented with a question and I began writing code to respond as quickly as possible, after reading the problem. I used a built in compiler to quickly test each before submitting and moving on to the next question. Like Mom had told me, they started simple with Fibonacci sequences, algorithms for removing duplicates, checking for patterns, game of life concepts, etc. Mostly, it was all things I had done before with Mom or in classes in high school and my freshman year. The few that weren’t, I was able to solve by leaning on prior knowledge. When the final question, number thirty, displayed, I wondered how much time I had left. As if to answer me, a digital readout of twenty-one minutes and ten seconds showed up, counting down at the top right of my view. It was the final question of a test she had said we wouldn’t finish… I could probably just give up and be okay with the classes I wanted to take… But being my mother’s son through and through, of course I had to try! Mom told me that, on her test, there was a final question regarding autonomous robotics that no one could solve usually. Things seemed to have changed here. ‘Given ten parameters of damage in a cell, create a solution for a nanite to correctly identify and sort each type of damage to DNA. Additionally, complete the gene splicer function to repair the damaged section of DNA by patching from an undamaged section of the genome.’ ‘This is the kind of stuff that wins you a Nobel Prize in Medicine back home!!!’ I griped. I noted that the problem said nothing about initializing the nanite, so instead, I looked through a couple pages of attached documentation and determined there were already pre-built functions I could call. Sighing at the difficulty, I began typing what I hoped would work as a solution as quickly as I could on the keyboard. I was just putting an end character on the final line when I realized the countdown was at two seconds. Desperately, I hit submit and hoped it cleared! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ So at this point I have just about exhausted my prewritten chapters. Normally the time of year I began posting allows me to get in at least 10k words written per week, and I figured I would be well ahead of this point when I started posting. Unfortunately life this past four months has been hectic and the only real downtime I’ve had was a week I dealt with having COVID. I actually kind of hoped I could get myself to write that week, but the brain fog from it is something I definitely experienced. (Made it 2.5 years without catching it… Luck finally ran out then! Doing fine now!) Anyway, I have about half a chapter more completed and may be able to get to that for a post next week. From here through December I’m going to try and make posts, but I do apologize in advance for their irregularity. When January arrives, so does free time for me and hopefully I can get back to work on this as a priority. Please understand I will not be leaving this abandoned or unfinished, but I am in a really busy time of year for work now and this week worked nearly 70 hours Monday through Friday - and that’s pretty common, and even low in the next few months for me. (No questions on my work, I do love what I do - there just are some insane parts of the year for me!) I will say the more likes, comments, etc. I see the more I do feel motivated! Please consider leaving me something as encouragement and maybe it’ll speed up my muse to still get work when I’m exhausted. Thanks for your patience and understanding!

Apologies for the delay in writing this update, I've had a very busy year and needed to put this to the side. I'm going to try to get back into this story and expand on some others I have an idea for as well. My plan is for this to be 20 chapters and then I might pick up further from there. Chapter 12 > As Kyle was led out the door he was immediately hit with a sense of humiliation and anxiety over the exposed nature of his situation. He must have looked ridiculous – walking along holding hands with Darlene dawning nothing but his blue Bulbasaur t-shirt, white socks, white shoes and a big fluffy white diaper with a strip of nursery designs along the top. He so wished that he was holding hands with Darlene under different circumstances, maybe on a date walking along the lake looking for a spot to have lunch. Instead, she was leading him over to a playground so he could have some fun outside and play with the other “little cubs” under proper supervision. As they turned the corner and approached the playground, Kyle saw a chaotic swarm of the children running around. As much as he was humiliated by his predicament, the play area did look fun. It was a typical set up standard swings, teeter-tots, monkey bars and a huge jungle gym with a catwalk and slide. What made it special was that the entire area had a whimsical nature theme to it, with several oversized soft animal statues that decorated the entire area – the large bear in on the exterior of the main area had caught Kyle’s attention. It seemed to be a good place to hide and avoid being out in the open. Darlene noticed Kyle pulling toward the bear as they got near the edge of the play area. “Alrighty here we are little buddy, what looks fun?! Does someone want to go for a ride on Bubbles the Grizzly bear?” she asked him excitedly. “His name isn’t bubbles, you made that up, that is silly” Kyle laughed as he made his way over to the bear. “Of course, that is bubbles and I don’t think he’d appreciate you making fun of his name! Here let’s go get you up there and then you can think about what you want to do!” Darlene said enthusiastically “Uhhh okay – I guess that might be fun” Kyle said sheepishly, realizing that now he’d be propped up in his current state, totally ruining his plan to hide out. “Up you go!” Darlene said, patting the top of the bear and guiding Kyle to climb up on top. She playfully gave his diaper a bit pat as he made his mount making Kyle blush immensely. The bear had almost a saddle like shape to it that caused Kyle’s diaper to get squished up against his crotch giving him a tight feeling around his growing. Being up above with a clear vantage point he could see everyone playing. Karly was running across the cat walk and she locked eyes on Kyle and gave out a big smile and waived excitedly at him. She quickly made her way down the jungle gym and starting running over toward Darlene and Kyle. “Hiiii Kyle! Wow you look sooo cool up there!” she said playfully Darlene scooped her up into her arms saying “Awww little miss you want to join your friend up on bubbles?” Karly shook her head rapidly and Darlene lifted her up, placing her right in Kyle’s lap. She squirmed around and leaned back tilting her head back at Kyle to give him a big reverse hug. “Hiiiiii - are you are having fun?!” she asked loudly “Uhhh I guess, haven’t done much yet not sure I really feel like playing” he responded “dawww you have to plays – we can go on the swings if you wants” she said happily As she leaned forward Karly took more notice of her position and turned to Kyle with an inquisitive face. “Heee heee you look like a baby Kyle, where are your shorts silly?” Karly giggled with a genuine curiosity Kyle blushed 10 shades of red and Darlene but in to respond “Karlyyyy be nice, Kyle had a little accident early and his shorts are in the dryer. Now don’t call him a baby, okay?” she said kindly She quickly responded apologetically “Awww I wasn’t trying to be mean, I sowwy Kyle” “it’s okay Karly, I know it’s sort of silly and didn’t mean it that way” Kyle responded nicely Karly turned and wrapped herself around Kyle’s giving him a big hug. Once again, her aggressive movement put pressure on Kyle’s stomach. He was rudely reminded that he had yet to go number 2 today. The mixture of the bottle and his breakfast was starting to turn in his stomach. At that moment though it didn’t feel like an emergency and sort of went away once Karly let go of him. “Well you two, did I hear you wanted to try out the swing set?” Darlene inquired trying to get Kyle to engage in the play session with her friend. “Yah! Let’s do it!” Karly screamed loudly. She put her arms out and Darlene lifted her up off of Kyle setting her softly down on her feet. Darlene turned back to Kyle “Okay big boy you redy to have some fun” Kyle simply nodded sheepishly as he took Darlene’s hand and let her help guide him off the bear, As he hopped down, he inadvertently let some gas escape as his feet hit the ground. He blushed but no one had seemed to notice. Darlene took both their hands and started to walk over toward the swing set. As they approached the swings, Karly let go of Darlene’s hand and sprinted towards them hopping into one of the seats and immediately beginning to swing back n forth. Kyle apprehensively kept his gaze down as they made their way over, again hoping he could make himself invisible. He reluctantly let go of Darlene’s hand as he walked toward his side of the swing set. He felt the back of his shirt pulled lightly. “ah ah ah hold on real quick hunny.” Darlene said as she pulled out the back of Kyle’s diaper quickly to check him. “looks all clean to me, sorry little buddy I thought I might have smelled a poopy” she said playfully Kyle looked back at her, almost with teary eyes, feebily responding “I, I might need to go number 2 soon, you think you can take me to the bathroom after the swings?” he pleaded “Well you know typically we don’t take little one’s to the potty if they are in diapers and not pull ups, but maybe we can make an exception – still you’ll have to wait for potty time which is coming up right after playtime – you just need to hold it for 15 more minutes okay sweety?” she responded sympathetically “Alrighty I think I can do that, thank you Darlene” Kyle said disappointedly He slowly made his way to the swing. He started to pump and swing alongside Karly. He found it to be surprisingly relaxing, the rhythm giving rise to a certain sense of serenity and bliss. “watch how far I can go!” Karly said as he she let go of her swing jumping a few feet forward. Very proud of herself she turned around with her hands on her hips “Come on Kyle jump! I bet you can’t beat me!” she said egging him on Kyle wasn’t inclined to meet her challenge but figured he might as well, since he could easily beat her jump. He gave the swing a few extra pumps and he let go at the very high point thinking this would give him maximum distance. Unfortunately he’d miscalculated as launched mostly upward and landed with his feet almost right where Karly was. “heehee – we tied! Let’s do it again” Karly said excitedly. “You’re on” Kyle said – a little embarrassed to feel so inclined to beat a 4 year old in a swing set competition. They went back to the swings getting ready to jump again. As Kyle was swinging back n forth, the pressure in his bowels had gotten worse but he ignored it, more focused on winning this playful game. Karly let go first and went to pretty much the exact place she had gone before. Kyle figured if he let go just as he was at the bottom of the pendulum, he’d be able to jump further. He pumped hard and let go, launching rapidly forward past Karly. He hit the ground faster than he expected and he lost his footing falling onto his hands and knees. “That doesn’t count you fell!” Karly said excitedly Darlene had run over to Kyle to make sure he wasn’t hurt. “aww buddy, are you okay?” she said concerned as she crouched down to his level putting a hand on his shoulder. “Uhhh I, I, I’m okay” he responded. Kyle was not hurt, however he was simply frozen in position. The sudden fall on to all fours caused rapid pressure on his bowels and he’d let out a very wet fart right as he hit the ground. He couldn’t move, fully realizing that any more pressure at this point would cause him to full on mess his diaper. Darlene came over to intervene “Kyle what’s wrong honey, why.. ohhh” she’d caught a whiff of what happened. She inspected the back of his diaper, observing small slight mess splattered across his bottom. “Oh sweety its okay, don’t worry its just a small little accident.” She said as she continued to rub his back trying to comfort the poor boy. “Why don’t we get you up and we can sit you down over in the shade until playtime is over” she said trying her best to find a solution. Kyle was still unresponsive and simply looked up toward Darlene with half teary eyes and a scared expression. She quickly realized the issue. “aww little one, do you need to make a poopy? It’s okay just let it out, you’ll feel so much better.” She said as she sat down next to him. She tilted his head up so he was looking at her in the eyes. She could see that the was sniffling and beginning to cry. She reached into her pocket and took Kyle’s pacifier out, holding it up to his lips. “Here you go big boy, suck on this for me.” He gave no resistance to the pacifier, knowing that at the very least it would distract him from what was gearing up to be the most embarrassing moment of his life. “Alright honey, now I want you to push, can you do that for me? Push little one” Darlene said encouragingly with a big smile as she rubbed her hands through Kyle’s hair. Without any more resistance, Kyle did as he was asked and let his bowels loose. His face turned a deep shade of red as pushed hard and began to fill the seat of his diaper. “That’s a good boy, just get it all out, you’re being so brave” Darlene said to console him through the moment. He continued to push through teary eyes. The back of his diaper expanded rapidly and grew quickly discolored. It was rather obvious what had happened at this point to any onlookers. “There there cutie, you’re doing such a good job for me” she said as Kyle let out his final push and appeared that he may be finally done. “Alrighty mr. stinky pants are you all done?” she asked presumptively. Kyle just nodded his head in response, hoping that somehow, he could just sink into the ground. “Okay then baby let’s stand up and we can find somewhere for you to hangout okay? Darlene said with a big smile. Kyle took her hand an slowly got up, feeling the large mess in the back of his diaper drop slightly as he began to move. The sensation caused him to waddle as he was lead over to a tree shaded area where there was a blanket laid out and several babies were being tended to by Candy. As they approached Darlene said, “Hey Candy, having fun?” Candy responded, “Yep just watching after these little ones who aren’t quite big enough for the jungle gym, did you bring me another little guy to watch?” “Yep, Kyle just filled his pampers and it’s probably best he just hangs out here for the next few minutes until it’s time to go in.” Darlene said somewhat loudly. Candy, replied “ohhh yah of course, I’ll keep an eye on him. Poor little guy” Kyle was mortified by the exchange and just kept his eyes glued to the floor. Darlene crouched down next to him, “Okay buddy can you kneel down here for me and hang tight until playtime is over?” she said playfully Kyle just nodded his head in response, not feeling confident enough to use words in this moment. “Okay good boy, I’ll go get you something to play with.” Darlene came back with some megablocks for Kyle “okay cutie play with these for a few minutes and we’ll be back inside in no time.” She said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Kyle mindlessly looked at the blocks and observed his surroundings. Realizing in that moment he was sitting in a messy diaper, playing with blocks in the area reserved for little infants. He only hoped that this day would end sooner than later.

Very sorry things didn’t work out. It can be a heartbreaker. You want something to work so badly, and it ends up being somebody being, nothing more then a scheming jerk! At least you found out, before something really bad happened. No one wants to see that. Well, pick yourself up, and think of the experience you can take away from this. You have more knowledge now, then before! ? All us big kids need to watch out! Someone wanting any kind of personal, or worse, financial information, is someone to suspect. Getting to know someone better, is one thing, someone getting you, is another. Let’s all be careful!

Hiya everyone, if the title looks familiar-- it's because I decided to completely revise my story lol (I was previously under the user smushtum!) I wanted my writing to be better, and I wanted to take the plot in another direction. There will be changes, nothing too monumental though (hopefully ?) I'm hoping to have Chapter 2 up later this week as well! As always, I'm inspired by almost every author here! Tell me what you think of the rewrite, especially if you read the original Thanks ? Chapter One Laurie wheezed out another strangled breath as her feet crunched against the muddied gravel. Her damp top clung to her back like a second skin.Trying to quell her growing panic, she paused to take a deeper breath. Laurie couldn’t remember how she got here, and didn’t recognize where she was. The last thing she could recall was..well, she didn’t really know. Laurie seriously questioned if she was in the throes of some kind of fugue episode. In her eyes it was fair enough, young adult life and college courses were enough to fry anyone’s brain.After shutting her eyes and taking a couple more deep breaths, Laurie forced herself to take a closer look at her surroundings. Whatever happened, she couldn’t be that far from her campus,right?The only way to figure things out was to stay level-headed, after all, she’d gotten this far doing so. Lifting her gaze, she hesitantly peered around. Laurie found herself in a damp and shadowy alley. Compartmentalizing any anxious thoughts that arose, she desperately looked around for anything familiar. Wait…Wait. Why the hell is everything so big? Craning her neck, Laurie found that she had to tilt her head all the way back to see the top of the buildings that hugged the alley. I mean, they could just be really big buildings? But there definitely aren’t any buildings like this near my school.. Gathering up her resolve, she decided seeing what was outside of the alley was a necessity. However..the thought of even leaving her gross little hidey-hole twisted Laurie’s stomach into knots. ..But,why? She chided herself for being so anxious. After all,people lose their way and get lost sometimes–it happens. Super common. Yet, no matter how Laurie tried to talk herself down, she couldn’t completely shake her uneasiness. Ready to yank off the proverbial band-aid, Laurie hastily strode towards the entrance of the alley. As she grew closer, the racket from the nameless city overtook her. Shifting her body behind one of the buildings that was near, Laurie poked her head out. What she saw caused her jaw to drop. Laurie stood in awe– There were tons of..well,giants. Enormous women, men, and everything in between paroused the sidewalks. Everyone she saw averaged about 3 to 5 feet taller than her. Was she hallucinating? ..Was she drugged or something? She had absolutely no clue what to make of what she saw. Shit, maybe I really am working myself too hard. Laurie continued to watch for a bit; everyone hurriedly bustled around—much like citizens of a typical city. Large men in starchy business suits flew by the alley,far too focused on getting to their destinations to notice the small girl. Contrarily, many of the ladies Laurie saw seemed to strut by in a very leisurely manner. The majority of the giantesses were accompanied by their children; whether the tots were stroller-bound, harnessed to the chests of their Mothers, or simply carried around – there seemed to be a high frequency of babies out today. There were many different kinds of people passing by, but it was the parents and their children who drew in her gaze. Although.. the longer Laurie watched, the more something didn’t feel right. Something was definitely..very off. Reasoning with herself, she figured that by comparison, most babies would be bigger--wherever she was. That made sense. However, the way all the toddlers were dressed escaped her comprehension. To Laurie, many of their outfits were extremely over the top, especially on what looked to be the little girls. Grimacing, she thought it was all a bit too weird..pastel lace and abundant frills seemed to swallow up their forms. Bonnets,mittens and huge puffy diapers also appeared to be the norm. Everything was passing Laurie by so fast, it was a lot to process; yet, she refused to draw her gaze away. She was still bursting with anxiety–but now, curiosity accompanied her worry. It was in that moment that one of the passersby captured Laurie’s attention; the passerby in question being a little mousy haired girl with her Mother. Caked in infantile regalia, the toddler wore a lavender bonnet and contrasting pale yellow mittens; the dress was also definitely...something. It was large and fluffy, accented with a myriad of embroidered flowers. Funnily enough, despite the size and flounciness of the dress, it did nothing to really conceal the girl’s diaper. Studying the girl’s diaper, she wrinkled her nose when she noticed the yellowy hue. That kid could use a change. Laurie continued to follow the pair’s movements with an intense squint; the Mother had the little girl’s head pressed to her sizable bosom, cooing at her nonstop. As they walked directly in front of the alleyway, Laurie’s eyes met the toddlers. And what Laurie saw in the girl’s eyes unnerved her more than anything else. More than the giants, more than the amnesia; looking into the child’s eyes, she saw..nothing. The toddler’s gaze was moony as her head bobbed along with her carer’s stride, drool glistened on her chin as Laurie continued to stare in disbelief. Now that the pair was only 1-2 feet from her..she was able to put her finger on why the babies here looked so..peculiar. She.. doesn’t actually look like a toddler at all. Laurie discovered that the girl perched on her Mother was about the same size as her; she was also able to make out the outline of..well, boobs. Toddlers don’t have boobs. Oh. That’s absolutely fucked. “Hi! Mommy look theres–” With a gasp, Laurie yanked herself back into the alley; squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to erase the sight. Laurie could only pray that she hadn’t been noticed by the large woman. Pressing her back up against the dusty brick wall of the building, she made herself as small as possible. “What is it Pumpkin?..Did you see another alley kitty?” Laurie listened to the Motherly voice trail off as the pair cleared the alleyway. Holding her breath, she waited until she was certain they were gone. Silently thanking the universe, she sank down to her bottom; as the wet asphalt dampened her jeans, her mind went into overdrive. So, what was that?? It was completely bizarre. Laurie was starting to acknowledge that she was way in over her head..absolutely out of her element, and maybe, mind. Swiping her clammy hands at her hairline in exasperation,she looked around. Finally spotting the gigantic trash bags and cans that littered the alley, Laurie considered hiding. Staying put till she knew what was what..until she figured something out. No. No, that was stupid. Groaning, Laurie buried her face in her hands. She’d spent at least 45 minutes pacing the mucky alley with no real plan; she had no phone, no keys, no anything. How was she even going to get home with no identification? Tears began to sting her eyes, threatening to spill over. Maybe she could try to find something to use as a weapon? Were the giants..nice?? Abruptly recalling the grown woman she saw dressed in a diaper, Laurie winced. I..no, nope. I don’t trust them. How was she going to find help if she couldn’t trust anyone? As more uncertainty clouded her mind, she began to hyperventilate. She shuddered, feeling the sweat bead on her forehead. Okay. Okay, Okay. Calm down. Laurie had to keep her head. There was no way she was going to launch herself into a full fledged asthma attack;especially since she had no idea where her inhaler was. Breathing slowly through her nose, her mind gravitated back towards the possibility of seeking help. Again, something was telling Laurie she couldn’t fully trust any of the oversized citizens she saw–but, she knew she had to talk someone to even try getting home. She attempted to weigh the pros and cons: she had no money, no way of contacting anyone, and no transportation. Oh. And, I can’t remember shit. Laurie anxiously chewed her lip, trying to think of something positive. I mean, if anything got hairy..I could always run. That was a pro, right? Being a fair amount smaller than everyone she saw, Laurie was sure she’d be able to outrun at least one of them if she needed to. She let out a congested giggle, picturing herself running away from the giants reminded her of Tom and Jerry. But hopefully, if it came to that Laurie would never get caught. Obviously, with her present emotional state and lack of inhaler, running was a last resort. Summoning her resolve once more, Laurie slowly rose up, letting the brick wall support her. She was going to ask for help. She was an adult, and with luck--they’d treat her as one. Maybe Laurie could call out? Only loud enough to get one of them to notice her. She even thought about the possibility of asking about where the nearest police station was; or, maybe even seeing if someone could make a call for her? She’d be polite and cordial– but, deep down her guard would be up. Chewing her lip, Laurie criticized her usual naivete. She’d never understand how someone could have so much common sense..yet lack it. More than a few people had gotten over on her, and Laurie knew she could be overly trusting. Sighing, she acknowledged that this needed to be one of the scenarios where she didn’t give anyone the benefit of the doubt..something was weird here, and it’d be rational to assume that everyone didn’t have the best of intentions. She'd buck up and act like the 20 year old she was, even though she was scared shitless. Beyond Shitless, actually. Gazing into the murky puddle near her feet, she tried to erase any trace of prior panic and tears from her face. Jesus..I didn’t think I was crying that much.. Laurie’s tawny skin was moist from the tears she’d shed; groaning at the puffiness of her eyes, she swiped at her cheeks. Something told her that she really couldn’t risk looking vulnerable..especially here and now. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a few more shaky breaths. Looking at her reflection again, Laurie was thankful to find that her face was mostly dry. As she squinted into the puddle,she found that her nose still remained a dusky red color. Inflating her cheeks in disdain, she moved on, attempting to fix her dark kinky curls. Fluffing out the single bun it was puffed into, Laurie appreciated the familiarity of the tiny ritual. Her clothes were mussed and dirty, but she was still her, and she was still here. Laurie would be able to deal, she was sure of it. Upon further inspection of her clothes, her tiny bubble of optimism burst; the light pink sweater Laurie wore was covered in a gray film, and her jeans weren’t any better. This is one of my favorite sweaters..these damn stains better come out. Straightening herself out, she peeked out of the alleyway again. Almost instantly, she spotted a red haired giantess..and she was approaching very quickly. Was she heading to work? Something else? Laurie's palms grew sweaty as she looked the woman up and down. Dressed in a charcoal pencil skirt and a blue flowered blouse…she looked nice? --And well, pretty. Lightly snorting, Laurie shook her head. Get a grip dude, really? Perving on a giant lady?...C'mon. Well, at least she looked friendly, and hopefully just as helpful. Even from a distance, the large woman gave off an air of warmth. At almost ten feet, Laurie thought it was odd-- of course she was still intimidated, but the giantess definitely looked close to Laurie’s age. The woman's cheeks possessed a modest sprinkling of freckles, which only made her look more youthful. Tugging on the hem of her sweater, Laurie decided the lady must have stood out to her for a reason, and certainly one besides attractiveness. She looked safe..enough. Ok, Ok– just do it. Craning half of her body out of the alley, she forced herself into the approaching woman’s line of sight. Laurie winced at the sun’s rays, waving her arms to capture the giant's attention. “Uh..H-Hi! I was wondering--”

Chapter 48: Unexpected Visitors Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess “Why the hell are they at my Mother’s house?” Charlie said as she pulled onto the street where her parents lived. We had rushed out of the pageant hall as soon as we got the trophy., Eve told us she had business to attend to, and promptly got in her own car and left. “No idea. In the message they just said to meet them there after the contest. Wouldn’t say why.” I responded. We pulled up outside Charlie’s parent’s house. I forgot how enormous this place was, it’d been a few months since we last visited for Sunday lunch. With the campaign picking up speed, we’ve not really had much time to do stuff like that, which was sad really as I actually enjoyed spending time with her parents now. Her Mum had changed so much since the first time I saw her. She was a monster originally, but now I was proud to call her my Mother-in-law. “You two stay behind me, okay?” Charlie helped us out of the car and we walked up to the front door. Faith wouldn’t let go of her trophy, she clutched it tightly to her chest. She was so proud of it, it was kinda adorable. I mean, sure, I’m pretty sure something happened that caused us to win. We didn’t do great, there was no chance we would’ve won normally. It was only when those judges got those messages on their phones that we won. But Faith didn’t care. She won a trophy for being cute, so that’s all that mattered to her. And hey, our fake personas got adopted today! Once we won, Charlie had to legally adopt us. Thankfully with the fake names and disguises... that adoption won’t stick. Charlie also got a voucher for free modifications for Faith... but I don’t think we’ll ever use that. Pretty sure it wouldn’t work anyway, as they’d most likely use nanites... which would be instantly destroyed by ours. We reached the front door and it swung wide open, suddenly revealing all our friends. “Hey you guys... what are we doing here?” I asked. Malcolm smiled and waved at us. “Come in...” “So let me get this straight... you thought that Paige was Olivia, and rushed over to adopt her just so you could give her back to me?” Charlie asked her Mum, after being given a quick overview of today’s events. “Yeah. I wouldn’t let anything happen to my daughter-in-law. So I rushed down, got her, and brought her back. I was worried when she was saying her name was Paige and not Olivia, I thought she got hypnotised. But they’ve explained everything... even if it is a bit confusing.” Moira replied. Charlie just stood there, looking at her Mum. Tears started forming in her eyes until one of them broke free and ran down her cheek. “Oh Mum!” She said, rushing over and hugging her Mum tightly. “Thank you so much. Not only did you save Paige, but you also proved how much Olivia means to you.” I jumped down off the sofa and waddled over in the thick nappy I was wearing. We hadn’t had time to change after the pageant, and Charlie had put me in a thick nappy to try to appease the judges. I jumped up onto the sofa and hugged Moira and Charlie. “Thank you Moira.” I said, smiling at her. Tears started streaming down Moira’s face, and I felt them run down mine. “So before we all drown in all these tears...” Malcolm interrupted. Charlie and I climbed off the sofa, wiped our tears and went to sit back down in our seat. “...I see you won...” “Yeah! I didn’t think we were going to.” I laughed. “Happy to help.” Moira looked so smug right now. “I KNEW IT!” I shouted out loud before shutting my mouth and blushing, realising I was a bit too loud. “Knew what?” Asked Charlie. “When the judges were about to give their verdict... we were not going to win. I’m sorry but our routine, whilst adorable to the audience, did not impress the judges. But then just before they gave the verdict, they all checked their phones.” “Mum... what did you do?” Charlie turned to Moira. “You know how much I loved the pageants when you were a kid? Well I had connections in that world. And the current judges all owed me favours. So I called them in, and got them to vote for one of the twins.” “That means they voted for meeeee!!!!” Faith clutched her trophy even tighter. “Yes they did babygirl! Good job!” Morgan said, kissing her girlfriend’s forehead and snuggled her more. The two of them were on the sofa, snuggling each other. Alex and Paige smiled at Faith whilst they were also snuggled up together. After everything that had happened to Paige, I couldn’t blame either of them for being clingy right now. “Oh Faith... thank you.” Paige interrupted. “What for?” Faith asked, confused. “For the nanites. They saved my arse.” “Language...” Alexandria scolded her wife, causing Paige to blush. “I mean... they saved my life. They humiliated me at the adoption centre. Dressed me up in ridiculously babyish clothes. Fed me stuff that made me mess. It was horrible. Then they tried to hypnotise me to make me a bit more... compliant. But of course it didn’t work, thanks to your nanites. So thank you...” “Oh shush. Happy to help. I just wish the nanites worked on anyone but us Goddess copies.” “Copies?” Moira asked. “We’ll explain another time, Mum.” Moira shrugged her shoulders and Charlie looked at her phone quickly. “What’s up, Char?” I asked. “We’ve got intruders at our home...” We rushed back as quickly as possible. After a very short goodbye and a lot of thanks to Moira, we were back in our cars heading back home. Our car was silent on the trip home. We weren’t sure who had broken in, we hoped that it was Rose and Noelle but with everything going on in my life with running for parliament... I had made a lot of enemies. So many Amazon groups advocating for the removal of little’s rights, all the Amazons wanting littles to be nothing but babbling, messy babies, even most of the media had an issue with me running. All of them would rather see me in a thick nappy suckling at Charlie’s breast rather than debating in parliament. I had taken Charlie’s phone on the drive home and tried to look through our camera feed from our house, but the video was fuzzy. Something must have interfered with the cameras. The motion sensors were still working, currently indicating that whoever broke in was still there. We drove as fast as possible without speeding, because if we did and we were pulled over... it wouldn’t end well for us littles. Eventually we arrived home, the gate opening as we got closer. Driving down the driveway, the gate closing behind us, we quickly pulled up outside the front door. “Littles stay here.” Charlie said, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt. She dashed out of the car, signalling to Malcolm and Claire in the other car to follow her, which they did, leaving Morgan and Faith in the car. I sat in our car along with Alex and Paige. After everything that happened to Paige, we figured she’d feel more comfortable around us rather than our friends. And we all watched as Charlie, Malcolm and Claire rushed into the house. “Why aren’t you calling the police?” Alexandria asked. “I mean... I don’t trust them on any Earth... but you definitely shouldn’t trust them in our dimension. They’re more likely to take us to an adoption centre for some bullshit reason like ‘little endangerment’ than they are to help us.” I said, knowing full well the problems they have caused my friends in the past. I’ve known a few littles who called the cops because they were being harassed or because someone had broken in... Only for them to end up in an adoption centre the next day. We waited silently for something to happen. And we waited. And we waited some more. “Should we...” Suddenly the front door opened and Charlie walked out, a smile on her face. “She seems happy...” Walking over to the car, she opened the door and unbuckled us all. “Come on then...” Charlie said, helping us all out of the car one by one. “Are you going to tell us who it is and what happened?” I asked. “You can wait and find out...” “It’s Rose and Noelle, isn’t it?” I smirked. “Spoilsport. Get that boring baby butt into the house and go say hello. I’ll get Morgan and Faith out of Malcolm’s car.” “Boring? You love my butt...” “Yes I do, and if you don’t get that cute butt into the house, it’ll get a spanking.” “Eek!” I squealed, running off towards the front door. Walking into our house, I looked around to see where our friends were. “Over here!” Malcolm called out from the living room. Charlie shuffled me and the other littles further in, into the living room, closing the front door behind her. “Liv! Charlie!” Noelle yelled out, running over and tackling me to the ground. “Noelle! We missed you! What happened?” Noelle hugged me tightly before Rose walked over and lifted her up off the ground. Rose... was the size of an Amazon. It had been so long since I saw her this tall. Now with her magic back she could alter her size. “Come on babygirl, let her up...” She said, pulling her girlfriend in close for a cuddle. “Rose... you’re... taller!” Paige said, a bit nervous at the sudden change. “Oh that reminds me...” Rose waved her hand and a glow engulfed Morgan and Alexandria. Suddenly they grew so they were the same size as Rose and Charlie. “M... Mummy?” Paige looked like she was about to wet herself out of fear. “Baby... this is... weird...” Alex said, inspecting her new size. “Don’t worry, this is just a size alteration spell. It doesn’t make her an Amazon like Charlie. So no baby-crazy feelings.” Rose explained. “Oh... umm...” Paige blushed, looking up at her wife. “Come here babygirl...” Alex said, picking her up and holding her close. “I... guess this... isn’t too bad.” Paige said, snuggling into her chest. “So what happened? It’s been days!” I asked, desperate for answers. We all sat in the living room, Charlie passing out drinks to everyone. “Yeah, sorry about that. We got attacked as we were leaving. We couldn’t leave our friends behind.” Rose started explaining. “Are they okay?” “Yeah. But yeah, the portal got destroyed by our house collapsing... again.” “Was it the Council?” “Yeah, but they weren’t alone. If it was just the two remaining members, we could’ve easily taken them. But they had an army of Witches. Some were there of their own free will, but most were being controlled by a powerful spell the Council had cast on them. We didn’t want to harm them, and there were too many of them to contain them. So to protect our friends... we ran. We ran and we hid. We had to abandon Basinwall once again. “Did the invisibility spell not work?” “They could sense our magic. I’ll have to work on the spell a bit more. If we’re to build our home again.” “Where did you hide? Why didn’t you just open another portal and escape?” “With their injuries, we couldn’t risk making them worse. We don’t know what effects interdimensional travel has on bodies.” “Wait... you don’t?” I growled. “Well we’ve had no side effects so far, and we’ve travelled a lot. But we don’t know what interdimensional travel will do to our bodies if we’re injured, especially with our friends who aren’t copies of the Goddesses. So we figured we’d run and hide for a bit, so they could recover.” “Makes sense.” “Anyway, we found a safe space to hide with the Fey...” “Fey?” Paige asked. “Oh yeah... umm... that’s another discussion for another time. Thankfully due to my connections with the Fey, they allowed us sanctuary within their forest. Especially after the Council destroyed so much of the forest in the initial attack on Basinwall last year.” “And then once they were safe, our friends convinced us to come back and help you. We promised we’d be back to help fight against the council once we save the Goddesses.” “Maybe they could’ve even helped us fight against them...” Alex muttered quietly. “Maybe. But anyway, we left them back there, they’re going to get in contact with the resistance and see how they can fight back against the Council.” Rose relaxed a bit, now that all the explaining was out of the way. “So how are things over here? Where have you been? You weren’t here when we arrived and we got worried.” Noelle asked. “WE GOT THE JEWEL!” Faith shouted, pulling out her trophy and showing it off proudly. “Oh wow... how?” “So we entered a ‘Cutest littles pageant’...” “Well congratulations on winning, Faith. But Charlie... seriously? Wasn’t this a huge risk?” Rose asked, apparently not happy about everything that had gone on in their absence. We explained everything. From the pageant, to Paige being taken and adopted... everything. “As if we haven’t taken risks in every dimension so far...” Charlie raised her eyebrow at Rose. “Point made. So... do you want to do this now?” Rose said, pointing towards the trophy that Faith was still clutching like it was her baby. “Are you two up for it? After everything in your dimension?” I asked. “We’re fine. Okay then, we’ll do it now.” “Malcolm, Claire... we’ll be out like a light in a second, so we need you two to keep watch and make sure we’re okay.” I said. “Got it. 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Definitely not a Daddy, just a scam artist and a good example of why it's SO important to get to know people before offering such a meaningful role and title such as Daddy.

@Kawaharu That is why I am so proud of what you do! You just like my friend @Evelyn Dellcerro and her partner @Transfusionelle, help me to understand exactly what you just said above. And I do understand it. They also made me feel like it's not a big deal, it's like putting on a pair of socks, and no one is going to chastise you or pick on you because you put on a pair of socks or you put on a pair of pants. One of the things that killing the stigmas would do would be to normalize things like wearing diapers, so there is no shame and seeing them, wearing them, owning them, or liking them.Just like you said , people may have a personal need a psychological need or a medical need and there's no shame in wearing diapers . There's no shame in being diapered or wearing diapers. If you have a good reason, then it should be no problem to wear a diaper or to use a diaper or to like diapers. This is an underwear choice nothing more nothing less . Some people like medical diapers, some people like the ABDL diapers, some people like the pull up variety, but the stigma is so great because it's been burned into people's minds over there entire lives, that it's hard to drop the stigma and be able to say " it's no big deal, I have to have a diaper on, or I want to have a diaper on , or I like to have a diaper on ." just like you I await the day that it would be so normal for people to do like you and I do everyday when we put on diapers, we use diapers, we change diapers, we change and launder our clothing, and do what must be done. This must be accepted as normal practice just like I would take a dirty shirt off, say that it is dirty, or that it smells, throw it in my dirty clothes, and then put on another one. No one's going to call attention to someone putting a shirt on, So what needs to happen is diapers just need to be placed into the category of " nothing to see here, normal operation, move on." as I've said in other postings, most of the people that I deal with because they understand that I am disabled would not have a problem with me wearing using or liking diapers. I mean, I already have diapers, I need them, and once I accepted that, the only other thing that needs to happen is that I add the fun piece. The enjoyment of it.people understand that if you need diapers, there is a reason, but they may not understand your reasoning or anyone elses if they are not living the life you are. I think part of the problem is that control of your elimination bodily function is one of the key things that you learn to control as you grow up. When you are a baby, you have no control over it, and it just happens. Potty training allows you to train your body so that you do not eliminate anywhere wearing anything, without using the bathroom toilet. People with disabilities, sometimes lack the control that is necessary to be able to train, and that is why some people need diapers, or why some disabled people take longer to train, and in some cases and yes this has happened, I have had seen people say that they would not train their child because it would be an exercise in fertility because the child would not be able to understand what is going on. When that happens, people in that child circle understand his or her needs, and it becomes a normalcy for that child and that family. Of course, everyone else is going to think that someone wearing a diaper after probably age 4, needs it for medical reasons. But as you said, you can have a diaper on, because you like the feeling, or because of psychological reasons, or medical reasons. Yes you are: you are changing the notions and the stigmas by doing what you are doing and trying to educate people in your own way. hopefully someday, wearing diapers will be as normal as us changing socks, using them will be as normal as us just changing our pants or whatever. People should be able to wear, use, like, and have a supply of whatever they need. They should not have to hide behind a door, or anything like that. Wearing diapers is probably something that people think is an intimate thing almost like a woman having a period. If you think about it, women, and I mean all women now, have a form of incontinence , because they end up ovulating, and if they don't conceive, they have a period and they have that process happened on a monthly basis. Women use pads tampons and other things like that to deal with this. Having a period is not a big deal, once you get used to it. Wearing a diaper and using it should be the same thing , but as you said there are many people who for some reason don't think that what people do is appropriate, and it is appropriate to wear diapers , it is appropriate to use diapers , and there's nothing wrong with liking them either . The problem is is that other people's perceptions drive norms stigmas and other things. What was acceptable today was not acceptable back in the old days, and some of the things that were acceptable in the old days for example, would never be acceptable today. I am very fortunate that I have friends that understand my needs and my reasoning behind my decisions and that they support that. My decision came after many months of having to deal with incontinence, and though I was still continent, I was losing the battle on several occasions and having to run to the bathroom, or I was losing sleep because I wasn't able to do exactly what you're supposed to do at night sleep, or in your case sleep in the early morning hours after you get home from work. When you can't sleep, because you're constantly in the bathroom, and you can't be comfortable because you're always afraid you're going weather mess yourself, the easiest way to remove that stigma from your own mind is to use diapers. Sure, they might not be the most comfortable things in the world, and it might take a little bit of getting used to, like you did when you were 21, but a wet diaper is a heck of a lot better than a wet bed, or a messy bed or a messy or wet object that you have to clean because you mess yourself and you don't have a diaper on. Changing a diaper takes minutes, and sometimes it takes a longer period of time, but as you get used to it it's no different than going to the bathroom and flushing their toilet, the only difference is that you take your diaper with you and you dump it into a trash container. Wearing and using diapers should never offend people. That's the problem. The only way that it would probably offend or should offend is if somebody is doing it to call attention to oneself, or doing it in a way to flaunt their condition. Wearing diapers is a fact of life just like having to use the bathroom, and no one's going to fault you for having to use the bathroom, or having to fill the toilet with whatever you have to. Looking back the problem happens when people do things that are offensive: diapers should not be offensive, but what someone does with them can be considered that way if done stupidly. Diapers have a place and people should be comfortable with the fact that they have them available and that there is a good reason. As I said, after I made the decision to go full time in 2020, a lot of the stress that I was experiencing went right out the door. Some people say that the reason you wear diapers is because you want to lessen the stress. Think of your pee and your poop as things that are stress: your bladder informs you that you have to release, your bowels inform you that you have to release, and you push: doesn't it feel better once it happens? Yes it does, because now you don't have to worry about your bladder being full and having to hold it, and you don't have to worry about your bowels because they are empty: if we thought of a diaper release as a release of stress every single time that we went to the bathroom, then people would probably understand this philosophy. If your stomach hurts and you really really really hurt, most of the time it's because you have to go to the bathroom, and once you do that you usually get relief. Releasing in a diaper is no different, because that is a form of releasing stress. If you don't have a lot of stress in your life, then you'd have less worries, and I'll say this again diapers should not be stressful: wearing diapers should be something that eliminates stress or makes things stress free period of course, you have to take extra steps to be able to start wearing diapers instead of using underwear all the time. I also decided that the reason why I wanted to make the change is because in 90% of the time I was making messes in my underwear anyway, so why not make the change and say that I'm going to use diapers all the time period I mean you're going to release in a diaper and you're going to take it off and you're going to throw it away, so what's the difference. This way I don't have to do as much laundry, but there is an disadvantage in that sometimes you don't realize where you think something is dry and then something is totally wet, so you have to wash it a little more often, but the trade off is the diaper is designed for exactly what it is intended: if you can't hold it: your diaper takes care of it: and your diaper is supposed to be absorbent so that when you do that all you do is take it off, clean yourself off, read diaper yourself, and then redress. This takes practice and skill, but it can be done. I've seen it done with several of my friends that are disabled. Wearing diapers should never be stressful: the reason why diapers are used in most cases is because someone is traumatized because they are continually having to use the bathroom, but they don't have the control they once had. Once people realize that, and they accept it, then it would be very easy to deal with and it's not a big deal, because people are used to it. I mean how many times do you think a nurse in a hospital changes a diaper for a patient, or how many times do you think a player person in a care facility changes a diaper for an individual: probably many more than we could count on our fingers times a million. For those that need this type of care there's no shame in it, and wearing a diaper is simply a way to contain what you release until you can change period some people have dementia for example, and they have no recollection of what's going on, and they don't have control of their bodily functions, so you put diapers on them, you called them briefs and other things like that, but it's exactly what it is adult diapers. If my brother Richard had lived past the age of 10, I'm sure that my mom would have to figure out or my dad would have to figure out how that would be dealt with as he grew older. Because he was 10 years old when he died, he was still using baby diapers, but in his case it was normal for him to use the diapers accepted that he uses diapers and expected that he uses his diapers, because he doesn't have the ability to train and he doesn't have the ability to tell us that he has to use the bathroom. As you said wearing and using diapers should not be something that is offensive to people unless the person wearing them is doing something that makes it offensive . Simply wearing a diaper because you have to, simply liking a diaper because you want it , or wearing one and using one because you're an adult baby or incontinent is not the issue. The offense part comes when someone flaunts the use of diapers and they place themselves in a situation where somebody is in a public place and someone goes out of their way to make a statement by their actions. example: during the pandemic, everyone had to change the way we always used to do things and find new ways to do those things. One of the things that we found out was that most businesses were closed, or open only limited hours or limited days, and unfortunately some businesses couldn't remain open, and folded. We also found out that bathrooms were hard to find, and public bathrooms were nearly impossible to use. Public bathrooms are disgusting: some people are really really nasty, and I don't know exactly how else to put that without making somebody violently ill. Let's just say that most bathrooms that you see aren't too bad, but sometimes bathrooms you go into and public restaurants may be worse than ones that are in gas stations. When I'm in public, there are only two bathrooms that I would use. One of them would be our public access bathroom in the basement of this building if I was on that floor, because I know that our landlords cleaned those bathrooms every day. The second bathroom I would use would be the bathroom at any hospital. This is because areas like this should be clean and sanitary at most all times. Sometimes that doesn't happen, but if you notice it you let the staff in the hospital know and that should be taken care of @Evelyn Dellcerro once told me that there are advantages to wearing diapers and using them. With COVID-19 rampant, bathrooms we're few and far between, and in her case, she was already used to using them, used to wearing them, and she would use them and does use them if necessary. She is not afraid to do so, and that is good. When you don't have a clean bathroom or you don't have an open bathroom, and you are away, urinating in a diaper is no sweat. Having a BM might be a problem, but I have had it happen to myself or I go somewhere, and then I realize I really have to go to the bathroom, and I realize I'm not gonna make it. First time that ever happened I finally realized that I had to go, I made a beeline for the door and then quickly stopped bolt upright, turned around and said " what the heck, I have a diaper on, I have my bathroom, and if I have to use it I will" diapers have come in so handy, and I can tell you that my decision to go 24/7 is one of the best things I've ever done. I've even asked the doctor if he thought that would be healthy for me and he said yes, because you would not have to worry if you were somewhere and you had to go. I've always tried to lower the stress in my life, and one of the things that helps me do that is to not stress about having to use the bathroom. I got no reaction none at all not so much. She also told me that there are certain people who would probably stand next to her, and then she would have to use the diaper. If people are going to stand next to her, she's going to use the diaper anyway, so they shouldn't make a big deal out of the fact she did. People wear diapers for many reasons, and if somebody shows contempt for an action like if she used a diaper, then it's the person's problem, because people do wear diapers, and they do use them. If people are flaunting diapers, that might be a different story, but it happens, people do use their diapers, and it should be normal and accepted that it could happen and often does COVID-19 has changed everything: COVID-19 probably will be around for a long time, the only thing we have to do is make sure that we make changes to deal with it as it changes itself. When we first started with the pandemic, there were no vaccines, we didn't know much about it, we didn't know who would get it, and we didn't have very much information because it came across from China. We started with a vaccination program, some people took it, some people didn't, some people unfortunately died, some people had unfortunate reactions to the vaccine, but we are in a better place now than we were at the beginning, because we know more about it, and we're not using all of these conspiracy theories. Diapers have changed everything for me because now I can go anywhere and I can use my diapers, and I should use my diapers, not only for my safety, but my sanity and my well-being! For example no one is going to laugh on DD If I'm wearing diapers, and if I was visiting somebody that had the same situation, and we were comfortable, I'm sure that it would be as normal as me taking off my shoes in Mikey's living room. As I said and you have reiterated, diapers should be normalized, and if we continue educating people eventually hopefully they will, because there's really no big deal involved here, I mean nurses change diapers every day, nurses end up cleaning people up every day, and they do it in a professional manner, and they don't even bat an eyelash. It's part of the job, but if you're a caregiver not only do you be professional, but you show compassion and skill and make sure that your patient or your little is comfortable, or that someone that you care for is well taken care of. Brian

Day 4 Part 23 The great horn. As we were heading out of the campground, Jake was talking about the wonderful sights and sounds of what the enterprise has built over the years. He continued on with all of the areas that we would be going to. After a while I kind of tone out what he was saying, about the only thing that I heard was a dude ranch. Whatever that was? While he kept on talking. I look down at the new onesie Na Na had made me, I hate to say it, but it did look very cute on me. As I move my eyes on to the nice-looking romper. The detail the Na Na put into making it was just so wonderful to look at, I wonder how much time she put into it. I am so happy that there wasn’t a duck on the front of it. Then I look lower to where the diaper was and ooh this is not good. The diaper is so big, there is no way that I could even think about hiding it from someone, not wearing this romper. As I continue to look to at what I was wearing, something caught my eye. Oh no that can’t be happening, after looking closer I saw that you could see the diaper showing out the leg holes with no problem. Great how am I going to hide that? Turning back to listen to Jake about what we are going to do for the rest of day. As he was talking, I felt the need to pee. While peeing all what I heard was the hissing sound that us women make when we pee, to me it sounds like a jet engine, and I know Jake was able to hear it. While Jake was still talking about what was going happen for the day. I was watching the scenery going by, it was some of the most beautiful mountains I have ever seen. As we came around a bend in the road, a large valley opens up in front of us. Off in the distance you could see some buildings, look like there was around 20 of them. As we got closer to them, I was able to tell that there was a house and a lot of barns, a few cabins and what I thought was maybe a few cabins. I ask Jake what was that place and he said it was a dude ranch. I was sitting there wondering what a dude ranch was. Hmm it looks like I am going to find out what it is as Jake turns in on the long gravel road that must have been a mile long back to house. When we arrive at what Jake called the main house, he told me to stay in the jeep. Had no problem with that, I wasn’t about to show off what I was wearing to other people. Jake came out about ten minutes later and ask me if I have ever been on a horse before and I told him nope. Well, you will be on one soon he said. I look at him and said that I not sure that I wanted to ride a horse. As we drove over to the barn where the horses are, and I took one look at them. There is no way in hell that I was getting on one of them, they had to be ten feet tall. I told Jake I am not getting on one those beasts by myself. He just laughed and told me that I will be riding with him. He then looks at me and said that if he let me ride a horse by myself, Na Na would have his hide. As we pull up the barn, a young lady walks out of the barn with a horse already saddle. Jake told me to stay in the jeep, he would be back to get me in a bit. Watching him walk over to where the lady and horse was, I was sitting there worrying about how to hide my diaper. Thankfully Jake took the horse from her, and she walk away while Jake walks over with the horse. Jake tells me to get out and come over and hold the horse when he gets our stuff out of the jeep. First thing that I did was to look around to see if there was anyone else around that might see me. Jake looks at me and says he has asked everyone not to brothered us and that we well be left alone. After a couple of minutes of look around and not seeing anyone close, I got out and walk over to him and the horse. He hands me the rope for the horse, and I take my first good look at it. I am not sure that I want to ride this thing, it is so big and tall, I am kind of afraid of riding it. As I am standing there trying figure out how to tell Jake that I don’t want to ride this beast. Next thing I know is being pick up and sat on the thing, I sure that I am at least ten feet from the ground. As Jake is getting on, he picks me up so he could sit and the saddle, after he gets comfortable, he sat be down between him and the saddle horn. I am here to tell you that my hands are on so tight around that horn, no one or anything is going get me to release them. Next thing that I know is we are moving. Jake must have known that I was afraid of riding the big thing, as he had the horse walking at a slow pace. It took about twenty minutes to get to a nice overlook with a view for miles. We stop, and Jake help me off and I walk off to a nice grass area to sit down and look at the view. While I was looking at the view, Jake was getting something from a bag that he had tied on to the saddle before we left the barn. I went back looking at the view and a couple of minutes later Jake is sitting next to me, opening up the bag. As he pulls out whatever he had brought with him, he looks at me and tells not to tell your Na Na that I am giving you this or he would be in trouble with her. I was getting excited to see what he had brought with him. When I saw what he had in his hand, I had a big smile, it was payday candy bar, I love paydays. He also gives me a bottle of juice. As I was sitting there sucking on my bottle and eating the payday. Jack was talking about all of the land that we were looking at and said most of it was owned by the enterprise. It was a whole lot of land, no idea how much that there was. Heard the horse make a noise and turn my head to look at it, this was the first time in my life that I have this close to a horse before. As I was watching him, his wilily started to move and grow and grow. I am looking at it stun, never knew that their wilily got that big and then all of a sudden, he started to pee and pee and pee. I am sure that he pees at least a gallon. Great now I need to pee, and jack is siting right by me, and I thinking well he already heard me pee in the jeep, and I just let go. I getting to the point that I love a warm and wet diaper. About five minutes later Jake says that we need to head back, there is still more stuff to see. When we got back to the horse once again, he picks me up and puts me in the saddle with him sitting behind me. What I notice this time, that with my now more of a wet diaper then before, because of being up against the horn I can feel the diaper rub against my sweet spot, and it felt kind of nice. Jake starts the horse at slow walk after a bit of time he tells me that we need to pick the speed up to get back to the jeep. All of a sudden, the horse was going at a galloping pace, and I was holding on to the horn for fear of falling off. After a bit of time, I felt that my sweet spot was trying to tell me something, between my wet diaper and the up and down rubbing from the horn it was starting to wake up. About that time Jake had the horse pick up some more speed. After another couple of minutes, I started going o no, oo no, ooo no, oooo no, ooooooo YEA. How I didn’t fall off, after my sweet spot was made happy, I have no idea. As we get back to the barn, the same young lady was waiting for us. When Jake stops the horse she walks over to us, Jake then picks me up and hands me off to her, tell her that the ride took a bit out of me. (No, it was making of the sweet spot being happy, is what took it out me.) I was not prepared to be handed off to her, I warp my arms around her neck, and she grabs me around my bottom, and I then warp my legs around her. Well, if she didn’t know that I was wearing a diaper before she does now as she carries me over to the jeep and sits me in the seat. As she starts to turn around, she looks down at the bottom of my romper. The next thing I know, she is reaching down saying that some of the snaps are undone and she will snap them back up for me. Before I could tell her no, that I can do it, she was done and walks back over to Jake, Great now not only does she know for sure that I have a diaper on, but a very wet diaper at that. Both her and Jake talks for a bit and about five minutes later, Jake walks over and hops into the jeep and says let’s go I have a lot more stuff that I want to show you. As we go out the driveway the lady is shaking her head as we go by. All what I could think of at the time, is who else going find out that I, at 22 years old, is still wearing a diaper

Yeah I am too! I should have known NOT to trust him from the VERY second he wanted my bank information. Luckily it's all taken care of now.??? I didn't EVEN know Daddies would try to do that to people. But apparently yeah, they do!??????☹️

Hi all! So excited to announce the story is not ILLUSTRATED ON KINDLE. I commissioned pics from a real-life ABDL husband and wife to act out the scenes, and they are perfect as Gordy and Sally. Here's on my favorite pics along with another chapter preview. Check out the rest on Amazon or my Patreon, where I'm also working on Volume 1. __________________ Chapter 4 And then he really did slow down his eating to a crawl. I’ve seen tree sloths chew faster. But I was patient. I had butterflies in my own tummy, so I can only imagine his. I tried to be kind of clinical about the whole thing, like it was no different from getting a shot. Hey, sorry this hurts, but let’s just get it over with and then you can have a lolly. Fake it til you make it, I guess. “Let’s do the dishes first.” Fun babysitting tip: you can eat up time, make kids feel like proud little helpers, and make parents think you’re a regular Miss Rogers if you do the dishes with the kiddos by hand. The old I-wash-you-dry routine didn’t get to be a classic by accident. “No dawdling,” I had to say at one point. And then made a terrible joke. “Unless you want to tack delaying on to your spanking.” A terrible joke that went right over his head. “Sorry.” I guess he wasn’t in a joking mood. Oops. Dishes done, there was no reason (no good excuse?) to delay it. “Okay,” I said, “your stepmom said you’d answer any of my questions, remember?” “Yes.” “And I said you’d only get to stay up if you cooperated, right? So show me where you get your spankings.” So … maybe there just isn’t a non-embarrassing way to phrase certain questions after all. “Um, in my room, mostly.” Mostly? Geez, he couldn’t even get spanked in the privacy of his own room every time? Poor boy. Poor, twenty-year-old boy. “Lead the way,” I said, still trying to sound upbeat and like this was just something unpleasant to bravely do. For me, I guess it was. For him … poor boy. I’d actually never been in his room. A dozen times I’d sat for his siblings, but his bedroom door was always closed. Of course, if I had a huge diaper changing table in my room like he did, I’d nail the damn door shut. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.” This part was far less awkward, if only by comparison. Changing diapers is something I know how to do. Pretty good at it actually, if I can brag a little. “Wait,” I said as he was about halfway on to his changing table (big piece of furniture, that. Good thing they have such a big house). “Your stepmom said something about you know where she keeps her hairbrush?” And there was his I’m-the-saddest-puppy-in-the-world face again. So the hairbrush was that much worse, apparently. “Could you … It …” I cut off the hemming and hawing. I felt for him, but I just wanted to get it over with, preferably quick and even better without an argument from him, especially since I didn’t have a counter-argument beyond ‘your stepmom said’ but also because I didn’t feel good about what I was about to do. Maybe selfish of me, but I didn’t want to feel even worse, which arguing with him would definitely have done. So I cut him off with, “Ah-ah-ah. You said you’d be my helper. Show me what a good boy you can be and go get it. And don’t dawdle,” I added when he started shuffling like an old man toward the master bedroom. Which gave me time alone to ask myself why in god’s name I’d said ‘show me what a good boy you can be.’ It just came out, like the most natural words in the world to use with someone who gets spanked, even at twenty. Never given a spanking, but it just seemed like … the kind of thing you say to a boy when asking him to cooperate with his spanking, I guess. “Stop being so self-conscious,” I said out loud to myself. “Just get through it. Whatever seems natural just … I’ll take that.” And damn did his sad puppy face make a lot of damn sense to me then. I’d never been spanked by anything but a hand, and this brush was hard and heavy. I didn’t have to feel it to know it had to hurt like a (step)mother. It looked old, like an antique. I don’t even know where you’d buy a brush like that today. I don’t even know anyone who has one like it. I set it on his desk. Going with what felt natural, and trying to get this over with, and trying to at least seem confident, “Slippers,” I said like I undressed twenty-year-olds for their diaper changes every day. “Let’s get these off now. Ah-ah-ah. I got it. I’ve changed plenty of boys’ diapers,” I said when he started taking off his own pajama pants. “I can take down a pair of jammies without any help from you,” I play-scolded. Maybe I went a little too far with the going with whatever felt natural thing. Yeah, he blushed hard, but he’d been doing that every eight seconds since six o’clock. “Goodness,” I said as my hand brushed his diaper as I slid his pajama pants down. “Step out. I should’ve checked you sooner.” I held his pants up and squeezed the fabric around the seat. “But you didn’t leak. Our lucky day. I guess all that soda caught up with you. Hop on up.” I’d never seen a changing table like it before. I’d never seen one for changing an adult before period, but I’m guessing if I did, it wouldn’t have had stirrups like his did. I’ve been on a table with stirrups and can’t say I enjoyed it, but they’re functional and so were these. “I didn’t know they made tables like this.” “They don’t,” he said as he laid back. “I made it. Well, modified it.” “How you’d learn how to do that?” “I’m an engineering major.” “And you weren’t doing well in your classes? This thing is pretty neat.” I meant that; wasn’t just trying to make him feel better. “What’s this do?” Should probably have asked that before touching the button. “Careful! It’s adjustable. It raises it. See? Like a hospital bed.” “Did I screw up your settings?” “I have my own controller.” He reached for a remote and adjusted the thing just a little, but when you spend a few sessions a day on one of these things, I guess the little differences are noticeable. “Comfy?” “Yeah.” I think he meant on the outside; on the inside, he sounded somewhere between uncomfortable and inner turmoil. “Good. Just lay back, and we’ll get you cleaned up.” In retrospect, I think maybe I’m one of those people who prattles when they’re nervous or embarrassed. “So … big diapers, huh,” I remarked as I looked at what was on the shelves under the table. “A few kinds. Um … ah, here we go. Wipes. Found ‘em. Ooo, big wipes too … Pretty cool having a wipe warmer, I bet. Better than them being cold.” I had wipes. I knew where the diapers were. I saw the powder and cream. There were even gloves. “Ooo, gloves! Sorry, I almost forgot.” “Those are just for when I’m …” He didn’t finish that sentence and didn’t need to. “O … Is it alright with you if I wear them anyway? I don’t mean anything by it. It’s just that I sit for a few different babies and toddlers in diapers, and I always wear them so I don’t accidentally spread germs. I normally bring my own, but since I didn’t know I’d be changing diapers tonight …” See what I mean about the prattling? I got the gloves on. “Alright, down to business …” The only things I knew about adult diapers were things I learned from TV commercials, and his didn’t look those. Those looked thin and papery. If someone said draw an adult diaper, I’d have drawn what he was wearing, except for the four tapes. I’d never seen a diaper with four tapes before. I paused before opening them, sorta to give myself a moment before the awkwardness skyrocketed (again), but also to keep my passenger calm. Not like I needed to give him my keys to play with, but I felt I owed him, well, not an apology exactly but something like it. “Before I, ya know, I just want to say sorry if this is awkward. I know you can do this yourself when you’re allowed. I don’t think any differently of you because you wear diapers or need help changing them. I change diapers at least a couple days a week, and this is no different. I’m just going to do this like I always do, okay?” “Uh, okay.” “And if it gets awkward or you need me to stop or to do something differently, just say so. Will you do that?” “Mhmm.” “Good boy. You ready?” Stop calling him stuff like that, I scolded myself as I waited for his answer. When he nodded, I opened the four tapes one by one. He was wearing a cloth-like diaper, just like the ones they make for kiddos today, so it was easy to open. It didn’t occur to me until later there were other kinds of diapers because I just hadn’t looked that closely when I looked at his selection. With his diaper open, I pulled it down just enough to let a little air on his bits and pieces but didn’t uncover him just yet. “I remember the first time I changed a boy’s diaper, the little stinker got me right in the chest with weewee. Learned my lesson,” I narrated before opening his diaper the rest of the way. He probably didn’t appreciate me absentmindedly reciting that anecdote, but at least I didn’t start baby-talking him like I do most of the kiddos under my care when I’m changing their diapers. And at least I didn’t get sprayed in the chest again with what I imagine would be more than a little squirt. And believe you me, I could’ve called him a cutie patootie. Let’s start with how sweet he seemed up there, his feet in the stirrups and just laying back so obediently. The blush in his cheeks. And his D. Someone’s a grower, not a shower. At least, I hoped so for his sake. Not tiny, but a cry from what I was used to seeing attached to boys my age. I’m not a size queen, but I know below average when I see it, and when I saw it, I couldn’t help but think it was cute. As I was wiping off the rest of him, I had this silly thought that maybe penises are like goldish: they’ll grow to match the size of the bowl. Perhaps being in diapers keeps them small? Just kidding, but sorta funny in a way I’d never say to Gordy. “I’m going to clean off your … you, now. It might be awkward for you, but we’ll do it quickly.” I picked it up, sort of, and wiped it off, and I was taken aback but not surprised when it moved on its own. I didn’t say anything about it, of course. I mean, how rude would that have been? “Lift up for me.” I slid the diaper out from under him and set it to the side. I was surprised, seeing it open, just how big it was. Gordy is small, but the only boys I’m used to diapering are babies and toddlers and one bedwetter whose parents don’t guy him Goodnites for whatever reason. And I was surprised how heavy the thing was. I really should’ve checked him right before dinner; minor miracle he didn’t leak. But more to the immediate point, I’d never felt such a heavy diaper … and it was just wet. His other ones … woah; what must those be like? The stirrups really helped, and Gordy seemed to know his way through a diaper change by heart. He lifted and turned and twisted without my asking, and I’m glad of it cuz I didn’t know my way around an adult diaper change at all, different mechanics with those longer legs and all. But that didn’t at all prepare me for Gordy to grab his knees and pull them to his chest. I guess I conveniently forgot about that part (of him). I half wanted to scold him for not giving me a damn warning, but he didn’t do anything wrong. He did this probably six times a day; it just didn’t occur to him to warn me cuz, as I reminded him and needed to remind myself, this was his normal. And anyways, after the initial shock of there suddenly being an open butt crack in front of me, I wiped any trace of weewee off it like it was any other butt on a changing table … and being thorough like the best babysitter in town should be, yeah, I gave his rosebud a few passes with the wipe too. I rolled up the diaper, taped it into a ball and … “Um, where do I …” “See the little door thing? Just drop it in there.” “Ah.” What a satisfying thud it made. “There’s a diaper pail in there?” “Yeah, so it’s not out where everyone can see it. Plus it helps with the … “ “Scent? I bet.” He must be able to make some full diapers. I was curious why he was in them. Obviously, he needed them, but why specifically? I didn’t ask. It wasn’t any of my business. Maybe it was a little more my business since I’d just changed him, but that left a good ten miles between my business and his … except for the business he did in his diapers. And if that pun felt awkward, imagine how I felt having a half-naked twenty-year-old on a changing table in front of me and having to figure out some transition to the next phase of our evening: spanking the bottom I’d just wiped.

Hi! Seems like a few of you are still following along here. I’ve got more plans for little Ricky and his new mommy (and maybe a third character hinted below…) if there’s continued interest. Here’s a short dream sequence with a flashback to where it all started… ——— Rick fell quickly into a deep sleep. As he drifted off, he was aware of the thick padding between his legs and wrapping around his butt. His adult life faded away and he was transported back in time as he dreamt. Suddenly, he was 12 years old again riding in the back seat of Mrs. C.’s minivan, dressed in his soccer gear. “I need to stop off for a few groceries on our way home, kids,” Gloria announced from the front seat. “Ok. Can we pick out soda?” came. voice from the passenger seat. Through the haze of his dream state, Rick couldn’t see the face of the passenger. But he knew it wasn’t his friend Aaron. The voice was a girl’s. “Sure you can. Just don’t go spoiling your dinner, Lynne,” Gloria stated. “That goes for you too back there, mister Ricky,” she added, looking at him through the rear view mirror with a stern glare. “We won’t Mrs. C. Don’t worry!” Lynne replied on his behalf. Lynne. It was his middle school crush. Strange… she had also been on his soccer team that year, but was never in Mrs. C.’s carpool. Rick had always wanted to ask her out. In high school, they were good friends but never got the romantic timing just right. The van pulled into the grocery store of Ricky’s childhood. Everything was familiar. The scent of the bakery section, the tint of the fluorescent lighting, the ladies at the cash register. A flood of memories enveloped him. “Ok you two, five minutes and meet me right back here,” Gloria instructed. “And don’t get lost,” she scolded. Suddenly, Ricky and Lynne were face to face in the soda aisle. He felt her hands squeezing his butt firmly, one hand on each cheek as she pulled him in for a kiss. He felt his cock swell and start to drip. The scene blurred, and they were now in the bakery section. Lynne giggled as the two stuffed donut samples in their mouths. “Wait I have to pee…” Rick said. He turned and saw the sign for the boys’ room. But his body was pulled quickly the other direction. He turned and saw Lynne tugging him by the wrist. “No we have to go! Mrs. C. said five minutes. We don’t want to keep her waiting!” Ricky’s viewpoint instantly shifted to the checkout line. Lynne set her soda bottle on the conveyor, and he placed his down next to hers. As he did so, Gloria stacked two large bags of Huggies Diapers behind the soda bottles. Ricky stood transfixed as he remembered his need to pee. His bladder ached and he squeezed his legs together. Through the haze, he heard some indistinct chatter with the checkout ladies about how big they were making Huggies these days. “All the way up to size 10!” someone commented. “Those must be some big babies!” Again a blur and Rick was back in the van, fidgeting in the back seat, desperately trying not to wet himself. The he heard a familiar conversation. “Now don’t spoil your dinner you two, or else you’ll get your bare bottoms spanked.” “We already accomplished that!” “Getting your bare bottom spanked??” “No! Spoiling our dinner! There were donut samples in the bakery.” The car went silent. Ricky waited for Gloria to laugh it off. She didn’t. “Ricky is that true? You both already spoiled your dinner?” “Yes ma’am,” Ricky chirped. He continued doing his potty dance, sitting in the rear bucket seat. “Well I suppose you’ll have to have your bare bottoms spanked then. Both of you.” There was silence for a moment. Then Lynne giggled loudly. The van slowed. Gloria steered to the right and stopped the van on the shoulder of the long county road. Rick knew what his coming and his cock stiffened. “Ok little girl, get over my knee.” Rick watched from the back seat as Gloria slapped Lynne’s bare butt, making it turn a deep shade of pink. Lynne giggled and yelped. “You’re turn buster,” Gloria said. Instantly Rick was upturned looking at the floor of the van. He felt Gloria smack his naked rear, and suddenly remembered how badly he needed to pee. The sharp slaps and jostling over Gloria’s lap became too much. He spurted pee into his soccer shorts, down his legs, and onto Gloria. He didn’t empty his bladder, but let go enough to relieve the pressure. “Oh my!” Gloria yelled. “Oh sweetie, you had an accident!” She pulled him upright. He felt the wetness all around him, as though he has spilled a drink in his lap. “Lynne, honey, can you helps us out? Will you climb in the back and grab some wipes and a bag of Huggies?” Lynne just giggled and climbed in back. “Good thing you bought these big diapers, Mrs. C.! They’re just the right size for little pee pants Ricky!” she exclaimed, still giggling. Next thing he knew, Ricky was on the floor of the van with his legs in the air being wiped clean. He looked down as Gloria pulled a giant diaper up between his thighs. She and Lynne each fastened one tape then rubbed his tummy and cooed at him. Another blur, and he was buckled back into the back seat with no pants and his baby diaper on full display. As they drove down the county road, each bump caused Rick to leak a little pee into his Huggies. Finally, the pressure grew too great and he flooded his diaper. He felt the warm pee spread around his butt and swell the padding between his legs.

That is a hideous outfit.

(Before anyone reads this, I think its only fair to warn you that there are 'dirtier' themes then you would normally find in an abdl story. I don't believe it breaks any site rules, but as I usually don't write like this, I may be mistaken and I apologize if so . )SMACK SMACK SMACK!The sissy squirmed as his bottom was spanked by his daddy. Tears were streaming down his face as he grasped tightly onto his teddy bear for comfort, and only his pacifier keeping him from calling out. His diaper was pulled down to his knees and his skirt lay on the ground, leaving his bare skin open to the harsh smacks. His daddy took his time, spanking him again and again until he was satisfied the sissy had learned his lesson.He stopped and rested his hand on the sissy's bright red bottom, feeling the new found warmth comming off of it."Now little Nathaniel, did you learn your lesson?"The sissy squrimed and looked at him through tear soaked eye lids. He didn't answer and kept suckling his pacifier, knowing the trick.His daddy patted his upturned bottom. "Good baby," he said. He removed the pacifier and asked again, "did you learn your lesson?""Yes daddy," he sniffed."What did you learn?""I learned not to deny to mommy or daddy that I'm a sissy baby.""Exactly right." He began absent mindedly stroking and patting the sissy boy's bottom, making him moan. "Now, remember when you came here. You played with your mommy, being her little baby, pretending to be a boy..."The sissy groaned and the word "pretending."The sissy's 'daddy' began speaking in an overly sweat, mocking tone. "But then she tried putting her baby in a skirt. She's told me how you whined and complained that you were a boy, and how you didn't want to do that... and how hard you became the second you were in pink. Remember?"He nodded."It wasn't long after until you were always in your pretty pink skirts, always a little sissy, and always loving it. But you still complained, didn't you? Were you a naughty little liar to your mommy?" He spanked him hard.Nathaniel yelped. "YES DADDY!""And whats more... I bet you never expected to be subby to a daddy, did you?""No daddy...""But the little sissy saw all the big strong men, and mommy saw how he stared... and it wasn't long until you were in the lap of your first male babysitter, crying in humiliation, and beging for more, wasn't it?" He spanked him again, and Nathaniel shouted."Yes Daddy!""And then you asked for something you never thought you would, to please a daddy, didn't you?"He blushed deeply. "Yes daddy.""Good baby. And yet it still seems you deny it sometimes, don't you? Like you did to mommy and me earlier?""Yes daddy.""Was that a lie? Was that a naughty little lie?" Another spank, another yelp.He nodded. "Yes daddy!""Then beg me for it. Beg to be a little sissy in pink dresses, bending over and kneeling down to please me. Tell me how much you love it.""Oh god daddy please no..."He spanked him, harder then before. "NOW!""OW! PLease daddy! I want to be a little sissy in pink dresses, bending and kneeling to please you! I love it I love it!""Good. Then I have a reward for my sissy. Stand up." He helped Nathaniel to his feet. He then reached over and pulled up the sissy's diaper, straigtening it out."Now. Pick up your skirt and put it on."He looked at the skirt and back at his daddy. "But... Daddy?" Normally he was forced into his fetish clothes, not asked to put them on himself."Do it yourself. If you want it, that is. I don't want any way for my little sissy to pretend we made him do it."Nathaniel glared, but reached down and pulled up the skirt.Nathaniel was now dressed head to toe in fetish wear. Almost everything he wore was pink and was designed to drive home his feminine and infantile state. Around his waist was a flouncing skirt that was short enough to leave his patterned diapers visible. Underneath it were long, pale stockings that went to his knees and were tied in bows, then Mary Jane shoes. Above it was a pink shirt he tucked into his skirt, a bonnet, and his pacifier. Though he was still clearly male, his hair had grown long, and the clothes were cut to fit his thin stature.Jordan, his 'daddy,' on the other hand, was far broader, and wearing only shorts and a t shirt. The contrast between the muscular sitting man and the thinner one in the skirt was clear.Jordan patted his lap. "Sit down sweetheart."Nathanil sat down gingerly, then whined and squirmed as he rested on his aching bottom."Oh hush up, your diapers are more then thick enough for cushioning," Jordan said. "Now, for your reward. And remember, you can stop this anytime you want"He picked up a bottle of white frothy liquid and brought it to Nathaniel's lips. Nathaniel looked at him suspiciously, then began to drink what he assumed was milk.A moment later Nathaniel gagged. "Keep drinking sweetheart," Jordan said sternly. "And yes, that is exactly what you think it is."Nathaniel whined but kept drinking. The bottle tip was thin, and the liquid came out slowly, forcing him to taste each drop."Like that? This was ordered online. I bet you didn't know they sold stuff like it, eh?" Jordan said. Nathaniel cringed and kept drinking. "It comes other doms and real men, intended for little sissies like you. I of course added my own, plus a little something to help you fill your diapers." Nathaniel groaned loadly at the last part, but kept drinking."I want you to know that this is your place. Look at you, a grown man dressed like a little girl in diapers, suckling a bottle in your daddy's lap. Longing to be in pretty pink skirts and getting taken care of and spanked. Pathetic. But you love it, don't you?"Nathaniel nodded between gulps. He squeezed his eyes shut and had to fight back gags from the salty taste."And now you're drinking this just because I told you to. We both know you hate the taste. We both know you could leave if you really wanted to. But we also both know that you won't, don't we? You love this more then anything?"Nathaniel didn't respond, and Jordan slowly reached down to his waste, lifted up his skirt and put a hand on the front of his diaper. Nathaniel gasped."Oh no? Sure seems like youre enjoying it." Nathaniel whimpered and pushed himself into his daddy's hand.Jordan laughed. "Oh ho look at you. Really loving it. Love the feeling of your pretty pink diapers, nice and soft against you?" He began rubbing it back in forth. Nathaniel didn't move. "Admit it, sissy. Admit you love it or I'll stop."Nathaniel nodded vigerously."Good baby."Nathaniel felt something poking the back of his diaper. He began rubbing it with his diaper almost instinctively, moving his bottom back and forth in his daddy's lap as he'd been taught to do.Jordan smiled. 'Very good baby."The bottle was almost done. Nathaniel still struggled to drink each drop, chocing and gagging at the taste."Keep going little one, almost there. Baby isn't going to be able to finish in his diaper unless he finishes his bottle!" He spoke in a high, teasing voice. "And remember, that is filled with a nice laxative, so finishing means your going to be in a VERY full and VERY stinky diaper soon, and we're going to keep you in it ALLLLLLL night. Sound fun?"Nathaniel whimpered and shook his head."Oh no?" Jordan pressed down on his diaper, and Nathaniel began nodding again. "Mmm hmm! Mmmm hmm!" he groaned, wordlessly begging for the punishment his daddy had promised."Now, you want to add something else to your pwetty widdle diapies?" Jordan asked."Mhmm!" "Finish the bottle and I might let you." He rubbed slower, keeping Nathaniel on the edge.Nathaniel sucked as hard as he could and tried to drink faster, resisting the urge to gag as he swallowed it all. Jordan kept rubbing him slowly, stopping when he felt him get to close.Finally the bottle was finished, and he moved it away."Oh god daddy!" Nathaniel shouted. "Please! Please let me!"Let you what? Let you be my little sissy forever? Let you please your daddy? Let you fill your little diapies?""Yes daddy please I want it all! To be your sissy, to please you, to fill my diapers!""Good. And you'll never play pretend at being a man again?""No daddy! Never! I'm not! I can't be!""Good. And you know that even though you're going to finsih in your diapers now, you'll still have to please your daddy, you'll still have to be a little diapered sissy, and you'll still spend the night in a messy diaper since when the fun is all gone?"Nathaniel was sobbing in desperation. "Yes daddy.""And you know this will prove how much you love being a little sissy in diapers, how much it turns you on, and how you only need to finish in your diapers from now on?"Tears streamed down his face. "Yes daddy!""Good baby. Then finish." He rubbed harder. Nathaniel gasped, convulsed, and lay shuddering on his lap.Jordan let him rest for a moment, smiling down at him. He then gently picked him up and cradled him in his lap. He began rocking him."Good baby. Good baby. Good sissy. You did well little one, you really did," he said in a soft voice.Nathaniel's eyes opened. "Daddy?" he said questioningly."Shhh..." Jordan said. "You were a good little sissy." He bent down and kissed Nathaniel on the forehead. He stroked his hair and back as Nathaniel became more and more awake. When Jordan was satisfied he was rested enough, he sat up straighter and hugged him. "Now, go rinse your mouth out," he said louder. "Then you'll come back and finish pleasing your daddy. When you're done, we'll give you a nice hot bath, and maybe some cookies if you're good, ok? How's that sound?"Nathaniel smiled. "Good, daddy.""Good, then go." He stood Nathaniel up, patted his bottom, and sent him on his way.

Pee, poo, wet, messy, going potty in my pants

Wet, pee, soak, poop, mess

Hey everyone so this is a fun little things I started for a server contest and an experiment with serialization. So thank of each "Episode" as it's own little self contained thing featuring these characters. If you read this any future ones should hopefully generally make sense. CN: for mild combat hypnosis/forced accidents. Episode 1 The Wreckit Pokemon Three Months. God had it really been three months since her whole life had briefly ended before being reset? The fact that she was living a video game after dying still seemed surreal as fuck to her but apparently death is actually quite kind and the gods are… Extra to say the least. Things have certainly gotten better for her though. I suppose it's possible to get used to anything. Hell she even has a job now as a telcom tech paying more than she's had ever before in her life and a company truck she's currently driving. She looks out at the rolling countryside and farms along route 222 heading towards Sunny Shore. Everything is quiet except the faint whine of the little four door town-trucks electric motor. A warm nose brushing her thigh and a soft chirp brings her back to reality "Evee?" "Hey pip. Yeah I'm here thanks for keeping my head in the game." The tiny fox-cat like fury brown critter has been May's constant companion since she woke up here. It was so tiny and cute what else could she call it but something gently teasing like "pip-squeak". Hence pip. "Evee!" It chirps happily before leaning into the scritches she's giving it. Her other hand flicks the turn signal to a chorus of ticking clicks as she turns on to an access road. Tires crunching on the gravel track. Before long she's at her destination. A roughly 20m cellular repeater tower that's been causing all kinds of problems. At first it was just random signal strength drop offs but then people started getting spam messages; random letters and numbers first without a phone sending it. Then increasingly rude memes. Like it was being sent like by a particularly obnoxious middle school boy. Rumors were circulating that it was the spirit of a child who had died during a test of courage at the bridge a couple clicks back. May didn't personally believe them. Nope not one bit but…She shudders and shakes her head. Ghosts or not she's got a job to do though as she flings the truck door open and hops out. The weather is unusually warm for Sinnoh even in late summer. Almost 40°C and she can already feel sweat beading on her forehead and under her arms. Cicadas or some bug type can be heard in the background, 50/50 coin toss on which it is. Even in athletic shorts and a tank top this is going to suck and she just wants to get this over with especially given her embarrassing medical issue. Reaching between her legs she squeezes. Yep still dry but in this heat the "protective underwear" she's wearing is going to turn into an absolute swamp. Cloth-backed or not. Walking around the truck as Pip hops out and sniffs around as she goes to one of the side boxes and pulls out her tool belt/harness, diagnostic comp, and other safety kit. Stepping through the leg holes she pulls the belt up to her waist before pulling the straps up over her shoulder and snapping the chest clip. Blushing slightly as adjusting the straps pulls them tight against her bust and presses her padding up against some sensitive areas. Providing a bit of perhaps not so unwanted stimulation. Shaking her head to clear it and smirking at her own reaction, she finally grabs the white hard plastic helmet with the utility company's logo on it. Seating it above her lavender dyed ponytail and clicking the chin strap. With all the prep done it’s time to actually get to work on this tower. Taking a remote in hand she taps a few buttons. With a rush of air forced from its ducted fans a large disk rises off the truck bed and hovers over next to her as she steps on it. There’s a faint ‘ctchunk’ as her shoes mag-grip the disk. “Let’s go Pip we got a tower to fix!” The Evee bounds over excitedly and with an energetic leap and kicking back legs scrambles into a pouch on her belt, head poking out. “Evee!” May nods as if in understanding before tapping the control buttons, disk rising towards the tower as she circles. AR glasses zooming and looking for obvious signs of damage. Of which she can’t see any. Thermals and EM do show weird powerflow irregularities though…. She then pings each of the 9 antennae checking the packet flow and looking for signs of intrusion. There’s nothing irregular inbound and all the firewalls have been updated. That makes her think that some might’ve jacked in locally. “Who the hell drives out to the middle of nowhere just to mess with a random cell tower though? It definitely can’t be the ghost of some pubescent troll though… Right? I mean there are ghost types but those are just weird energy based pokemon, not actual dead people right? The stories have got to be bullshit, right?” As May ponders these questions she feels a warm dampness in her crotch and squeaks in embarrassment despite the lack of anyone nearby aside from Pip. “Come on girl get together… I ain’t afraid of no ghost…” She just chuckles at her own cliche joke. Pip chuffing in apparent bemused annoyance. “Oh? Well, do you have better material?” She twists around and looks over her shoulder to stick her tongue out at the little fluff ball which lets out a seemingly amused “Evee!” Hovering over to the top platform she carefully hooks her harness to the tether and de-mags her shoes stepping off onto it. Walking over to the diagnostic terminal she plugs her tablet in and starts the long tedious job of hunting for error codes and analyzing the patterns of traffic. Sending Pip down on the mobile-platform to dig out a sports drink from the cooler for her as she digs in and gets to work…. It’s about 2 hours later: her diaper is soaked after she gave up and went, she is down two waters, 2 sports drinks, a cola and a yogurt one. She has stripped to her sports bra which looks like she just went swimming. She currently has a hot and panting Pip in her lap and is staring at the sky with bored heavily lidded eyes. “Screw it… I can’t find the problem. I’m half tempted to clock out now and drive home. I’m so tired from this heat though I might just find a hotel or camp out in the truck bed… That creek we passed looked amazing…. Or could just clock out and fall asleep here… What do you think, Pip?” The little Pokemon lets out a tired and listless “Evee”. “Yep, me too…” It’s at this moment that every error alarm on her tablet lights up at once and the screen starts to tear and flicker. Random text and images scroll across the screen and the emergency broadcast signal plays. May lets loose a short burst into her already saturated padding as she startles alert trying to scramble to her feet. Sections of cable and loose containers start to levitate and rise into the air… “What the fuuu…” There is the loud bang of a fuse panel exploding in a spray of sparks and everything goes white as May is knocked on her ass. Rolling to her knees ears ringing what looks like an AR overlay appears in the corner of her vision, pip is standing in front of her fur up and growling and there is a swirling will o'wisp looking ball of lightning in the melted wreckage of one the antennas the overlay shows a line of text. “A wild Rotom appears! Prepare for battle! The wild rotom uses ‘EW Guerilla’ . It's super effective!” May let’s a low exhale of shock and fear. “Double fuck! And hey what the hell!? That move’s not in any of the games!!” Before she can even react the rotom is moving towards them and fires off a blast of electricity. May’s eyes go wide as Pip leaps in front of her, taking the hit and is blasted against the railing with a low crunch, fur smoking. “Piiiiipppp NOOOOO!!!! That was my friend you little bastard!!!” There’s no time to help them however as more lightning blasts force her to dive and roll behind a control node cabinet. The metal paneling absorbing the blasts for now. A message appearing on the overlay that only she could see. “Your Evee has fainted.” “Yeah no shit God!! Why don’t you get off your almighty ass and come down here and do something about it!!? Huh!? Yeah, didn’t think so!!” Seeing her partner go down filled May with an anger just as white hot as the Rotom’s plasma and all she could think about was getting to her partner and getting the hell out. That and maybe teaching that weirdly aggressive rotom a lesson. Remembering her wilderness and pokemon safety training she reaches into one of the side pockets on her utility belt grabbing a texturized plastic coated cylinder and pulling it out. These specialized mini-emp grenades are designed specifically to interfere with and overload electric and certain steel type pokemon, stunning them temporarily. Every field technician gets three for self defense against these kinds of pokemon since they can be a recurring hazard. And just like in training she twists the activation ring unlocking the fire button. Pressing it she waits and counts down to the warning beeps. “ Six seconds to reach Pip and get out, ten second timer on the device. Throw on 4 and move your ass.. Okay you can do this! Just like you trained for…. One one thousand, Two one thousand, Three one thousand, Four one thousand…” She lobs the stun grenade and bolts. Moving in a diagonal to pip, chased by more electrical blasts and reaching them just as another loud k’wump pop sounds followed by a screech that can only be described as breaking glass, thunder, and a washboard distorted through a scrambled synthesizer. The rotom clearing did not like the little present she gave it. Which is May’s last coherent thought for the next minute as she scoops Pip up under her left arm and dives from the tower. Her stomach climbs into her throat tasting acid and bile as she falls through the air just managing to yell out! “Emergency! Recover operator!” The voice command brings the platform drone whirring over at the last possible second as May catches it with her right. The impact forces the opposite end up and the drone over compensates; flinging May and Pip around and dipping into a dive as it hits the deck. Plastic crunching and scattering as May and her partner are thrown clear. Pip coughs and staggers to their feet and runs over to a still stunned May. “Holy shit! Buddy, are you okay after that!?” “Evee!” followed by a weak cough and an affirmative head nod. “God I forget just how tough you are!” May growns, rolls to her knees again, trying to stand but not being entirely successful. “I feel like I just went ten rounds in an MMA match but somehow nothing broken. I guess Arcecus might have actually been listening when I yelled for him to get off his ass….. Or maybe not….” May looks up to see arcing flashes of lightning climbing down the side of the tower. Spider like as they hop from segment to segment. Apparently deciding the lightning blasts weren’t cutting it the mass of electrical plasma fire starts to flash in a tessellating pattern of multicolored squares. Flickering in and out like a broken screen or graphical glitch causing it to tessellate. It is overwhelming and out right seizure inducing in its intensity. May has zero chance as she tries to reach for another stun grenade. Her limbs lock up and she stands there drooling, brain overloaded by the optical assault. It’s at this point that her poor overtaxed bladder gives out completely and her padding, currently just as overwhelmed as her optic nerves, starts to fail. A warm stream running out the opening of her synthetic shorts and down her legs. Puddling in the dirt and her socks/shoes. On the overlay “Rotom uses ‘Confusion Ray’; it’s super effective. May lost bladder control in her confusion…” The flashing pattern ends as the Rotom is apparently taking a second to recharge and assess. May blinks awake. “What even was that and why am I… Oh no..” Her cheeks heat crimson in humiliation and she lets out a little whimper. It is very clear May has lost this fight, the coup de grace however occurs when the Rotom makes another confusion attack. Her last coherent thought for the next several minutes is. “Oh God I hope it’s not….” The overlay registers the attack a second before “The Rotom used ‘Confusion’, it was super effective! May has lost bowel control in her confusion!” …… “May has fainted!” When May comes to she’s on a stretcher, being loaded into an ambulance with Pip in her lap. “What’sat!?l I uhhh.. Huh…” One of the medic’s looks over to her and starts shining a light in her eyes. “Hey she’s awake! Ma’am can you hear me!?” She manages a low pained groan before looking up at the woman in a white uniform and helmet loading her into a VTOL shuttle. “Yeah… What happened?” “This little Gremlin…” she turns to the rotom who looks decidedly less threatening in its non attack form. Just a little ball of light and sparks. “Absolutely rocked you and your Evee. No other way to put it.” May glares at, then flushes in embarrassment. Not even wanting to think about the side effect of it’s confusion attack or the state of her diaper. “We already called your girlfriend from your emergency contacts. She’s going to meet us at the hospital. “Thank you so much, I know she has to be both worried and furious… Again more so at this little hellion.” She glares at the rotom which seems to shrink in on itself. “But after talking with her and the prefecture police captain we think we’ve come up with a solution that will allow it to make things up to you and not get it taken to a hazardous pokemon containment center…” “Oh? I’m listening?” “Evee?” Pip head tilts inquisitively “So the rotom is pretty intelligent and when it was messing with the tower it was still learning and figuring things out, it got scared and didn’t want to leave its home.” “It was scared of being evicted basically!?” May’s expression immediately softens and a look of recognition appears in her eyes. The medic nods as they lift off into the air with a low roar of turbines. “So with your permission we, that is the prefecture and the local pokemon league would like to have this rotom help you at your job as a sort of community service over knocking you around and destroying the cell tower.” She looks at the little critter again. Still massively angry but with a new feeling of sympathy. She can probably forgive it considering it was scared and reacting instinctively. “Okay…. But if you ever mindfrag me hard enough that I shit my pants again I swear to Arceus I will throw you into the ocean! Got it!” She glares at it and points sternly but all the heat has gone out of her voice. “The rotom makes a happy sounding musical tone and zips inside her work tablet. “Whelp now that weirdness is over I’m going to pass back out… I feel really tired…” “Get some rest hon, we’ll be at the hospital in ten..” May nods and both her and Pip are out instantly for the rest of the ride…

Yesterday afternoon for me, it came in three different waves. Firm soft and everything in between, completely filled my diaper. This was one of the largest messy diapers I have had in a very long time. I was able to enjoy it for around two hours before the wife and I had to go do some shopping.

Smart girl being cautious about this. A bit bold just approaching people but I'm glad she's taking the time to at least try and get a read. Admittedly I have the advantage of Gwen Poole level meta knowledge so I would do things a bit differently but you know I'd still have to make contact. ?‍♀️ In my case it would be move quietly stick to the shadows find the nearest library. Librarian's as a profession I've noticed tend to be socially progressive and it has what you need most critically information. Specifically a free computer terminal to use. A quick search of basic info what like confirm my worst suspicion and that my odds of survival/leaving are next to zero. At that point I would basically be looking for an ethical adoption agency that doesn't do forced modifications. And hopefully through them a mommy that will at least let me stay elementary-high school level. Then I'd have to take a gamble and basically ask the librarian to call an taxi or rideshare ???

Of course y'all will! Because y'all are the BEST second family a guy could ask for. Correction, that a BABY could ask for!?????????♥️???☺️??♥️???????♥️??????

My back is acting up again, bad pain and pressure. Advil isn't making a difference, might have to go to the walk-in tomorrow.

Kayla put up a little fight before being strapped in but a smack on her thigh not her diaper made her quit her fussing., ”Woo won’t wees wie me in!” She whined saying he didn’t need to tie her in… Her stomach rumbled as she saw the pasta it all looked good and she was ready to eat she looked disappointed when she only saw two plates.. Almost as if her daddy was a mind reader she watched as he acted all excited about feeding her the baby food. ”Wo we wnt wasta!” She cried saying she wanted pasta.. ”Oh I bet my big sister wants her baby formula baby bottle so she can wet her baby diapers right daddy!” Kayla’s sister said with a wink.

Demerol is not used anymore at all except rarely in pregnant women. There was a study a while back where they had people take Tylenol and ibuprofen at the same time, and others took morphine, and they had the same amount of perceived pain relief. There's another thing called Salonpas, which is a lidoderm 4% patch that is worn 12 hours on and 12 hours off.

@BabyJeggySpideyBoy Jesse: This is why I am very very picky: if I see anything that is a new "mommy/daddy" post on daily diapers, I'm immediately skeptical. Anyone can say they're mommy or a daddy or they can actually be one to their partner, or they can be a person who is truly what they say they are. You can tell usually if a mommy is real or a daddy Is real, is if you get to know the person first, and you have a rapport with the individual. I can't tell you how many times every single admin on this system has been very very adamantly and very directly clear: @Elfy Especially, since he told us that you have to be careful when you are dealing with the supposed mommy or daddy. 90% of the time, they will make it sound like they are who they say they are not, or it makes it look like it's legit. There are several mommies and daddies on this system, and there are a few that are legitimate, but they are few and far between, and they would not immediately ask you for any bank account information, e-mail addresses, passwords, Twitter handles login information or any of that stuff. You can automatically tell it's a scam because the gentleman is trying to get information from you that is known only to you and your mom or whoever is helping you. NEEEEEEEEEEEVERRRRRR give out this information. It would be like me saying my Social Security number is 001000000: if the wrong person got ahold of a legitimate Social Security number, they can screw around with whatever is connected with it. This is why colleges have to change some of the things they do, because everything that is connected to a new student on a college campus is tacked to your Social Security number. If somebody gets your Social Security number, it would be like somebody stealing Mike's Jeep and taking a ride down to Baja California. That wouldn't happen of course, because Mike wouldn't let it, but that is almost how bad that is. True mommies and daddies would not ask for your login information, or any other personal identification information other than maybe your name the place you live how old you are, the type of stuff that you can find in your profile. You also have to be careful because I've seen it happen, where somebody signs on, and I have been an admin of my own server myself, and I've seen exactly what I'm talking about: somebody claims to be a mommy or a daddy, and they log on. They haven't even been on the system more than three minutes, and they are looking through the diapers: line on your profile, finding out if you are an adult baby, or if you are incontinent, or if you're a diaper lover, or whatever. I can tell when something is not legit when the first thing that comes into my private messages or in a status post is something that says " are you a baby?". And I don't even know who the hell this person is! Believe you me, being an admin is not an easy job, and I know that myself because I've had to make decisions in an administrative role before. However, no one should be asking you for any information that is identifying to you other than information that can be found on your profile or in your profile, and you should be very careful what you post and you're about me page. If the wrong person reads the information, and was able to get information that was able to make you think that somebody was legit when they're not, that information can be used against you. When I was a member of Tallahassee Freenet, we ended up having a secret code between all of our operators and the administrator. If somebody signed on and I was asked a question what my code was, and I answered the question right, then everything was fine period if for some reason some ******* signs on and then one of the admins asked for the code, and it's wrong or the person doesn't know it, you know that the person is not legit. This is for safety, because a hacker once took everybody's information from a database, so he knew all about us, and could fake us out and make it sound like the head admin was asking me a question and it would be so legit, because the information that he had in his files in his directory was locked, but the hacker took all of his files. I told you this, because it's always important always always always important: to be on your guard. We all want to be babied, or have a mommy or a daddy, or have fun in the way we would like, and I admit myself that that would be kind of cool, but the only way I'm gonna end up doing that with somebody is if I know they're legit, we have a rapport, I trust them, and it takes a lot more than maybe 5 minutes or a month or whatever. This is why I am in constant communication with people like: @spoonchicken, or @DailyDi or @Elfy, because I'll be darned if someone is going to screw around with mickey's home base and make it hard for him to enjoy his home. Remember that each of us it says guest, and we must always protect each other from stuff like this. I can't remember where elfie posted that stuff about fake mommies and daddies and all that, but he is right right right! I'll tell you Jesse, you are darn lucky that your mom was able to unscrew an un-muck whatever this guy got a hold of, before it got out of hand. People tell me that I am very skeptical, and you have to be, because you don't know who the hell is gonna tell you that they're a mommy a daddy or whatever. There are legitimate mommies and daddies on this system, and there are friends that say their mommies and daddies, and there are some that are actually what they say they are they are legit. But 90% of the time, somebody comes in here because they're looking for somebody that they want to play with, and they make it sound like it's too good to be true, and then they start asking you for things that would throw red flags. Mikey has worked very hard to make sure that it is as safe as it possibly can be on daily diapers. He cannot be online 24 hours a day seven days a week 365 days a year, and he can't be watching the screen every 5 seconds. Everybody has to take responsibility to make sure that they do things in a safe manner, and that they disclose information to people that they trust. For example, there are only two people on this server who have my cell number, why do they have my cell number, because they text me directly. There's only two people here that have that number, and have that privilege. I gave them that number because I trust them and have trusted them ever since 2019. We have to be responsible to be able to determine whether we're getting shammed, and sometimes the guy is possible legit or the girl may be legit or sound it, because they can pull the wool over our eyes, but remember if it sounds too good to be true it most likely is. I would love to be able to grab the ban hammer and start slamming these supposed fake outs so that they can't do this to anyone else. However, being an online Internet like I have been, that's not the way it works: you have to give the individual a chance to show their true colors, and it sounds to me just like everybody else has been saying, that this guy took you for a ride my friend! Maybe it is time for Mikey Elfy, spoon chicken and other admins to pinlock something about mommies and daddies and being scammed! Maybe that would be something that someone can see, as part of the rules. Some people are very gullible, and will believe anything that is posted in print, while others will check against known checks and balances. If it doesn't smell right, and your diaper stinks, you change it. Some of these people love to use our playground as a way to try to get you hooked! Be careful, because once you're hooked sometimes it's very very very uncomfortable as you're squirming on the hook, it can hurt you to try to get off, and the scammers can play with you and play with your emotions and make you believe things about them that are not true. There are many times that I've heard from friends that I should get involved with stuff like tik T.O.K, Instagram, and other types of online services, or social media outlets. I don't want to do this. If I wanted to be a part of a social media network, I would already be a member of it, and I already have an account signed up with it. And not only that, I don't need to know stuff that isn't even true sometimes, and the veracity of the information that sometimes is posted can be ridiculously false. Remember when at the beginning of the pandemic, Elfy was talking about a new rule about COVID conspiracy theories? He did that along with the admin team, because we don't need this type of stuff that we cannot check the veracity of, or where we're not sure of the source of the information. We also want to be here on daily diapers, and this is a safe space. I didn't watch TV for almost a year and a half, because TV was just too toxic, and this place was less toxic. Because of the fact that our admin team cared enough about everybody to knock that stuff in the push before it got way out of hand. this is my home too jesse comma and ....and that it can be a pain in the *** I'm glad that your mom was able to help you fix it, but you have to be careful! Just because someone says there's something in Twitter, or because they're posting here and saying they are a mommy a daddy or whatever, doesn't necessarily mean that they are. I'm sure that you could ask spoon chicken if some people have lied to him, and tried to mislead him: and I'm pretty sure that he would be able to tell you that this is true, and I'm pretty sure that you could ask Mikey the same question and he would probably tell you that this is also true that someone has tried to mislead him or try to pull the wall over his eyes. This is his home, and what he allows to happen will happen, while what he doesn't want to happen he will take care of. Remember, we're all human, and we all have our expectations, and we might get our hopes up, and we have to put the cord on might think oh wow it's gonna be nice to have somebody take care of us, or to role play with, or whatever. If you have a mommy online relationship, with somebody here, that is one thing, and if that is legitimate, you will probably be able to tell. This is why it's important to tell everybody and keep on hammering the point home, not everything is as it may seem: do not lower your guard, because somebody else may try this stunt again, and if it wasn't for good people like your mom, and the fact that you posted this, I'm sure that you would be in serious trouble now, because the guy would have probably gotten your bank account information and suck you dry. Don't feel bad pal, because it can happen to anybody: these people that are flimflam artists and scammers can play on your emotions and make you believe anything if they're good enough at what they do. A legitimate mommy or daddy is not going to be asking for any of this information, and just like uh vanilla relationship, you start slow and work up. You don't end up seeing a girl on the street, and then say she's my girlfriend, and then tomorrow you marry her within 48 hours. You take it slow, it might take more than a couple of years, it might take less, but legitimate mommies and daddies are not going to be looking for stuff like that. You also have to be careful what you post on Twitter on Facebook on Instagram on tik T.O.K or wherever you post. I mean for example, if Donald Trump were to tell you that he was the president of the United states right now, would that be the truth? Of course it wouldn't, but Donald believes anything he says is the truth, and everything he believes is right, regardless of whether it is wrong or not. You have to challenge the veracity of any information you get online. If you don't do that, someone can take wicked bad advantage of you, and then they walk away, laughing all the way to the bank, and could possibly steal your identity at the same time. I hate it when somebody fakes us out. However, the only way that we're gonna be able to take care of this, is if every time somebody tries to pull the wool over somebody's eyes, we question it and we keep being vigilant, and we ask Mikey or spoon or somebody else to check on information. I've seen spoon turn around and say: how old are you? And somebody will just sit there say nothing, or somebody will try to lie to him, and if spoon thinks that the person is a liar, then he will take appropriate action, if he thinks that somebody's gonna hurt this system, he takes action just like Mikey would. He's not gonna let somebody take advantage of people if he can help it, but admins are human too and they can't be everywhere all the time. You have to be vigilant and you have to be careful, and if you think something is not legit, you will be able to know because your red flags will be going up To everyone: if you get anything that talks about being a mommy or a daddy or a caregiver, and you are not sure if it is legitimate, treated as if it is not, the only way you're going to know whether it is legitimate or not is if you have a rapport with somebody and know that person, and know that they are not lying to you, and you might be able to know that after a while. The only way we're going to put an end to all these fake outs is to challenge every single one of them, and make them stammer and sputter, like spoon would make someone do if they're trying to lie to him and he knows they're lying, and he catches them in a lie, then he could end up playing with a fishing rod like a fish plays with the bait. You always have to be careful and I don't care if you're on daily diapers or you're anywhere else: I've even had a couple of mommies actually tell me for example and I know that they are, tell me to go talk on some other site other than this, and I refused, and then I unfollowed them. I am not going to leave the safety of daily diapers because somebody wants to talk to me outside of that confine, because anybody can say anything do anything ask anything, and you could get into some trouble. At least inside of daily diapers, if some idiot decides to do something, you can tell Mikey or you can tell spoon or you can tell someone else, and they will be on the watch for these idiots and they'll take them out if necessary. I remember even catching a couple of 15 year olds, and went right away and told an admin and I put in I message them and say user is 15 user is 15 user is 15 and the minute I did that, instant deletion.! I am glad that you are OK, but just remember that this guy was a scammer, and that's what they're trying to do they're trying to use your trust level to try to gain a rapport with you so that they can try to take advantage of you. Hopefully, if you find the right person, you will know the difference and they won't do silly things like this Good Luck! Brian

Continuing to ignore her talking, Moises took Kayla to the kitchen and placed Kalya in her highchair and secured her in place. Kayla's sister brought 2 plates of lasagna and vegetables to the kitchen table and sat down. Moises reached into kaylas diaper bag and pulled out 2 jars of baby food, one was carrot and the other was chicken and gravy. He also pulled out a bib and a baby spoon out. "Okay baby girl, open wide." He said as he got a spoonful of chicken and gravy mush.

I agree buddy. You didn't lose a daddy, you got rid of a scammer and a big big problem, hopefully before he got any personal information out of you like bank accounts, credit card numbers, passwords and proprietary information. BE really careful! I know you want daddies but realize people are out to try and take advantage of us because of our lifestyle. You are a baby, but now and then you need to adult to keep yourself safe! Now you are on guard!

Sorry to hear that Jeggy

Sounds scammy to me.

Glad to see you coming back to this. I enjoyed the story premise before and hated that it was abandoned. Hope to see you finish this!

@dmavn It's been a while since I've reviewed my e-mail, but the BBIF mail list still exists. I don't remember if boogles is still using it under the <x>.vaporware.org DNS name, but probably is.... Ah, the BBIF mail list is now showing "bbif.org" for the DNS info. So maybe ractorion.vaporware.org might not be in use now. I've been staying out of this thread for the most part. However, when nocturnal enuresis didn't go away (as a complication from a combination of an infection and medications used to get past the infection, along with how my body changed...) The second best (diaper) resource list at the time was from the Tri-state Incontinence support group (in/near New York). The "best" resource list at the time was the one put out by BBIF, and used as the resource list for alt.sex.fetish.diapers.... So, yes, I've been around a while.... And open minded when it comes to trying to find info that will help me deal with what I need to handle... @~Brian~Most modems were either 300 or 1200 baud. 600 baud was a short intermediate. Don't remember seeing a 900 baud modem. And yes, modems with 14.4KBps speed, and then finally the USR HST at 56.6K, which maxed out what might be obtainable over a long distance connection which by that time was typically being digitized at 64Kbps instead of being a true analog circuit end-to-end. And to get farther off track, were those 5.25" floppy drives 160KB or 180KB (both single sided), 320KB or 360 KB (double sided)? And hard or soft sector? <GRIN> At least they weren't the older 8" floppy drives. Or cassette for storage. Or old punch tape....

@~Brian~ There's a big difference between a nuclear power plant and a store selling diapers and clothes. An accident at the power plant could kill lots of people and animals. An accident at the diaper store, just needs a quick diaper change.

Sandy followed Debbie into the club, hiding how impressed she was with the greeting and welcome from the doormen and hostess. They were led to a table and as they sat the hostess gestured towards some well built and smartly dressed men lined by the wall. "Welcome Ladies," said the hostess, "Would you like to pick which of our team will be servicing you tonight?" "Oh, I'm having him," said Debbie, pointing out a chisel jawed young man, "Who would you like Sandy?" "Wait?" asked Sandy in confusion, "We get more than one person serving our table?" Debbie held up a hand to let the hostess know not to reply, and explained herself, "The table? No, these lovely gentlemen will be servicing us individually." Sandy had thought she'd misheard the hostess but her friend had just repeated the crucial word. "Servicing?" she asked. Debbie laughed. "Yes hon. Sure, he'll bring you a drink too, but after that? He'll do whatever you want." "Anything?" "Anything," confirmed the hostess, "And before you ask, the answer is yes. When we promise 'anything' we mean it." Debbie smiled at Sandy's shocked face. "Now," she said, "Who would you like?" Sandy thought for a moment, gave a wicked grin to her friend and pointed out a slightly older man stood at the end of the line. "That one." "Really?" asked Debbie, "He's old enough to be your father. Heard he's a bit short in the trouser department too. Why not try Brian, he'll keep going for hours and I can promise you he's got everything you need." "No, that one," said Sandy, pointing at the same man she'd highlighted before. Debbie sighed and shook her head. "Ok, your choice," she said, then looked up at the hostess. "Thank you." The hostess smiled at them both and went over to the line of men. The two they'd picked out stepped forward and came over to their table. Debbie beckoned the younger of the two, spread her knees wide apart and pointed at the floor between her feet. The man knelt there, sat back on his heels and looked up at her. "Yes Ma'am?" he asked. The elder man approached Sandy, who sat quietly looking up at him, a slight smile on her face. She ignored Debbie lifting her skirt and helping the man between her legs duck his head under it, and kept eye contact with the man nearing her. He spoke first, "Whatever you wish. Perhaps a drink to start?" "A drink would be nice," said Sandy, "Warm milk, in a baby's bottle. But first you'll need a baby. Me. Do you have diapers the right size?" The man smiled and nodded. "Disposable or cloth, and would my baby like infantile patterns or simple plain white?" Sandy smiled back, relaxed against the seat and closed her eyes for a moment. Opening them again she looked up and gave her answer, "Daddy can decide."

I remember myself being one of the ones that was a little "nervous" about reading stories and stuff like that if I knew someone would walk in while doing it. I remember the times that I would read stories from other places, and I do remember hearing of DPF and other fetish related sites. I believe it was close to being 1995 when I finally was on my own, and I first started looking around, and I saw all different types of fetishes.This may sound silly, but when I finally realized people like diapers, I was like " my God, there is nothing wrong with me, there are people that like diapers Hallelujah! " of course this is the time when there was no real " high speed" Internet, and you had to dial up to somewhere or something to be able to get out to the Internet. For me that was the Vermont automated library system calling once I got there this was a vax VMS, and then I was able to telnet to my location. I spent hours and hours and hours online, even though I would have to relog every few hours because the connection would reset. I remember the first time that I got my modem, and that was a turning point for me. I had to you ask a favor of my college advisor: I told him that there was no way that I was going to let the Internet, which I had learned so much about, just die and not be able to use it again. I asked him to make a point to my mom, telling her how hard I had worked the four years in college and that I had learned so much from the Internet, and that I had one request to make of her, but I needed help to make that request, because she wouldn't quite understand the magnitude of what I was asking. I asked my mom for permission to get a modem to attach to my computer, telling her that I know exactly how to get there, because I had already discussed it with four different advisors on campus. She allowed me to get that modem, and that started my Internet journey. I remember one time getting "caught" by a female roommate one time, and I was in my room, and she noticed what I was reading. She said something like " oh, diapers huh?, I said yeah I like them for some reason" she says " I won't tell UN quote and I thanked her for that, I guess she knew something that I didn't, and I told her why I felt that way. And that was the first person that I ever told back then. I also remember seeing all of these posts online or all the stories about how people love the fetish Colin there was one that said that they really loved to wet themselves. Remember one night that I didn't quite understand why someone would want to wet themselves, but one night I finally got up the nerve to just let it go. I put on a pair of sweatpants, made sure I had a pair of dry sweatpants, and then I just let it rip. I soaked them completely, and then I realized what the rush was: it really feels good to release: I think this is before DD came online, so I was using sites like the one that we don't talk about around here, and many others. I finally began to see that there were more people that were interested in diapers than I could ever fathom. I finally realized that a diaper is not only something to use, but it is something that can be enjoyed if done right. I thought to myself " man, this should be fun to be able to do, I will definitely try it out." technologically speaking: we have come a hell of a long way between 1990 and 2022: even before that: when we had web pages in 1990 era, Netscape was king, we ended up with geocities, and Yahoo, excite, ask Jeeves and a whole bunch of different places on the net, most of which don't even exist anymore, or have been swallowed up by big companies like the big G Google calling Google seems to like to eat companies for breakfast, and their footprint is so wide that I don't think the Internet would ever be the same without them, because they make themselves the biggest company out there. I'm not saying that this is a bad strategy, but in many ways Google has now shaped a lot of the Internet, and they've set the rules, and change things significantly. I remember when we used to dial up to 14 four modems, or 56K modems, and I've even seen 300, 600, and 900 baud modems in addition to the 1200 Bart. I found these in our storage closet at my office one day when I was working for the association for cerebral palsy in Montpelier Vermont that is: I couldn't believe some of the technology we had in the star room, and it's like walking into a history book and picking up a piece of technology going: " damn, this thing must have been slower than hell Colin Oh well that's what we had to use back then" when I went to college in 91: we had what they called the token ring network: each computer couldn't communicate with itself other computers on the network and with the server. They are running IBM 80s and XT's on this network, and I asked my instructors how a computer like this with two five and 1/4 inch floppy drives could actually function on a network of this type. They said that you could hook up any computer to that network and it would work well. I reminded my instructors that CPU power and the whole 9 yards is also another consideration, but for what we were using them at the time for, it was working fine. When I went to college, also was one of the few people on campus and I think there was about 10 of us in total, who had full Internet access 24 hours a day seven days a week from our PC's and our dorm rooms. I spent many an hour online in Florida in Tallahassee on Tallahassee free net: this was my home server, and I began to understand what was so awesome about the Internet, and I learned a lot of different things, and a lot of good friends, similar to the type of people that I met here. I loved it, so much that I made a vow to myself that I would make a trip to Tallahassee as soon as possible, because I loved what I did with the friends I made, and I tried to tell my parents about how wonderful these people were. My mom sent me to Florida twice once in 96 once in 97, and I made sure that I could go in 99 in 2016. In 2016 I went to Orlando, to visit my brother Eric and his family who had a timeshare down there. The three years prior to that, I went to see my friends down there, and there were a couple of situations where I was able to fundraise for the organization, and I was able to get that organization$5000 donation! I was told this by the director himself, and he thanked me up and down for my sticktoitiveness and my ability to communicate I know that things have changed a lot over the last 20 to 30 years calling now it seems like our fetish has gotten a lot more respect, as there are more people that are willing to come out of the closet and be the people they want to be. LGBTQ plus individuals also can be proud, because you don't have to hide anymore who you are what you are how you feel etcetera. You just have to be careful what you do in public, and even that isn't as bad, because it has been accepted. There will always be people who don't agree with it, but it is more accepted and you don't have to worry anymore, because you can go about your life without too much problem, because it is legal and you can't lose a job because of your sexual orientation or any of that now, we just have to make sure that we can kill the stigmas that our parents have put in our heads for the last 50 years or at least in my estimation 50 years, because I AM 50. If we can get to the point where people are more accepting of individuals wearing diapers for whatever reason, and people using diapers if that is what they wish to do, and people can accept that, then we would be on the road to a lot better understanding and a lot more compassion empathy and understanding. I hope that this can happen soon, and I will be one of the advocates to make sure that people understand that wearing a diaper is not a big deal. What it is basically is, a violation of ethical codes, codes which are built into our heads and codes that make us who we are, but our ethical codes can be changed: all we have to do is make sure that our codes SAY " it is OK to wear diapers, it is OK to use diapers, it is OK to like diapers, just make sure that you're doing it and inappropriate and responsible manner" if we could change the stigmas as @Kawaharu stated in a few posts, and we could educate people that it's not a big deal to wear diapers use diapers or like diapers, then we would be on the road to better acceptance. However, personal acceptance is something that we have to work on ourselves.I've already accepted diapers in my life and have for the last 50 years period when you have family members who were disabled, and wore diapers for extended periods , the stigma changes to acceptance by default because that is what you must deal with. In my mind , I'm glad that I have accepted my incontinence and my need for diapers. With this out of the way, now I can have the fun that I missed for so many years : I don't have to worry about someone catching me, or standing there like a blithering idiot , stammering and trying to explain my actions : I don't have to explain my actions , I just have to do what I do in a responsible manner and make sure that what I do does not offend people . Wearing diapers should not offend people , it should not incense people, it should not worry people . People need to understand the diapers are part of everyone's life from the time they're born until the time they're dead, the only difference is that there may be a time between the time you're born and the time you finally pass on that you may not need diapers , but eventually everybody starts in diapers and most likely people will end up in diapers in the end. Most of the problem is people's perception , and if we can change that we're all set. I must say that there are times that I missed the old days, then I look back and see show me the things that we used to have, and I wish I could have them, then I look at where we were back then, and say " wow, what a difference" we have changed in many ways, sometimes for the good, sometimes for the better, most of the time for the worse. Technologically speaking we are a lot better off than we were, governmentally speaking we have a bunch of two year olds running the country who can't even get along nor can they decide how to get anything done without a kick in the *** from the president of the United states or somebody else. If we have to wait for these two year olds to get done having a tantrum when they decide that they won't support something, were in a lot of trouble. I don't like to bring politics into a discussion, so I use these types of statements has a way to tell you our government needs a good kick in the **** . Eventually, people will come around and see that we still have a long way to go, but I hope that we feel a lot better than we did when we are first on our journey, because we don't have to explain too many that are in our family unit, or to our close friends. People we don't tell, we may have to explain to at some point, but I don't feel that it is necessary in my case because it's none of their business and they don't take care of that, I do, and it is easy for me are easier for me to deal with it the way I have period at least now when I'm somewhere, and I feel the need, I can release. I do miss the old days when we talk about some of these restaurants that used to be around. I've heard good stories about places like McDonald's, or lums, or friendlies, or some places that we used to go to as kids, oh how about Howard Johnsons. I remember going there for about four of my birthday parties and it was pretty cool. Now we have Applebee's and other places, and one of my favorite eateries in Montpelier is the three penny taproom. Have a friend that takes me out to eat at least twice a year, and I enjoy it. The last time I was there was last week, when he promised me that we were going to go to an event in town, but we found the event to be packed. He gave me a choice of whether we go to that event, or we go the three penny taproom, and I found they're going to three penny would be a lot better than trying to get into an event that's probably going to be packed with people and we'd be standing in line for hours on hot day. There are things that I'm thankful for: I'm thankful that the medical technology that we have been using has changed for the better. I mean when we were kids, they would take all the disabled people they could find, gather them all together, build a great big building, and send us all there to be taken care of by a bunch of people who they told us were the adults in the situation, and we had to do everything they told us. Internet technology also changes with the times, and even though medical technology may not be linked to this topic, it has come a long way and computers have helped those in the industry a lot, and I'm grateful for that. Brian

It's fine to leave Briana unsupervised, right? I mean, she's capable of being an adult sometimes, right? ----- Chapter 15 "Are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself for the afternoon?" Veronica asked. Briana nodded. "I'll be fine. I know I've had a lot of little time lately, but I'm feeling a lot better because of it." "Alright, I'm trusting you to be good. I asked Melody and they said you could use their Switch. You've got snacks in the fridge." Veronica fussed with Briana's short hair. "I have a doctor's appointment and a meeting at school. I'll be back but not until after dinner time." "I'll be fiiiine." Briana said, snuggling in to Veronica for a hug. "I'm sure you will be hon." Veronica said. Briana was delighted to have her snuggles earn a kiss on the top of her head. Less delightful was Veronica tugging at the waistband of Briana's skirt. "Mom! I'm dry, I'm in big kid mode." Her pullup, because again, she was a big girl this afternoon, was completely dry. "Just checking." Veronica smiled fondly. "I'm off, be good." Briana nodded and waved as mom headed out the door. Preparing herself with a deep breath, she looked around the house. It had been AGES since she'd been alone. "Time to finally pay off Tom Nook!" Briana declared, popping into Melody's room to search for the Switch. She found it quickly enough, next to Melody's computer which was beeping every few seconds. Curiosity burned hot and Briana flicked the monitor on before she really thought about what she was doing. Nothing seemed wrong with the computer, there were just a lot of Discord messages coming in. Briana squirmed. It'd be wrong to look at Melody's messages, but it's not like she'd never seen messages pop up when Melody had let her use their computer before. Whatever was going on seemed pretty urgent, three more messages had come in while Briana had hesitated. Opening up Discord revealed a flood of messages that were all variations on "answer me!" over and over. They were just one or two words each in text-speak abbreviations. Whoever it was, 'bbXXX', seemed pretty frantic. Briana hesitated only a little before putting her hands on the keyboard. · bbXXX – dude answer rn · Ocarina – Hi, this isn't Melody. It's her roommate. Is everything okay? The flood of messages came to an abrupt stop. Briana bit her lip, hoping she was doing the right thing. · bbXXX – you surprised me looking 4 Melody · bbXXX – worried about her · Ocarina – I think Melody is okay. They should be home soon. · bbXXX – need to talk to her rl bad · bbXXX – i always forget how to get there, can u give me address for phone · Ocarina – You don't know where she lives? Briana frowned, wondering if she should tell this person her address. A quick look at the chat history showed it was extensive. The messages went back years, with what looked like at least weekly, sometimes daily messages. · bbXXX – just bad with directions lol · bbXXX – got new phone, don't have places saved address plz · bbXXX – super important need to talk to her · bbXXX – plz, i have to say in person · bbXXX – too important for txt Briana stared at the screen, chewing on her lip. Something about this seemed off, but it was hard to think. Not as bad as it'd been in the couple of weeks since meeting Tamira's boyfriend, to be sure. It just felt like there was cotton behind her eyes. · bbXXX – plz, need to see her right away · Ocarina – Okay. It's 1920 DeLarverie Dr. · bbXXX – thx · bbXXX – 4 real · bbXXX – see u soon Briana blinked as the person signed off immediately. "Wow, they must really need to see Melody." She shrugged and headed back out to the living room. There was barely enough time to check her shops and farm the money-rock before Briana's Animal Crossing session was interrupted by a knock at the door. She wondered who could possibly be knocking. It took an awkwardly long pause and another knock on the door before she remembered the Discord conversation. "Coming!" Briana hopped up and yanked the door open. There was a model-pretty woman on the other side with curly blonde hair and a cut outfit on. Cuter than Mom would ever let Briana wear, that's for sure. Since 'adopting' her, Veronica had put a stop to crop-tops and mini-skirts. Even Briana's current outfit of a skirt above the knee and a blouse tied in front had needed negotiation. "Uh, hi." Briana said. "Hey. I'm Beatrix." Beatrix said with a kind-of scary smile. "Can I come in? It's hella cold out." "Oh, sure." Briana stepped aside to let Beatrix in. "Did your mom forget to get you your coat?" "My mom?" Beatrix asked, peering at Briana with a hand on her hip. "Yeah! Sometimes I go out without a coat but mom usually reminds me to take one." Beatrix's eyes widened. She smiled again, much more friendly than the last smile. "You've gotta be Briana, right?" "Yeah, that's me!" Briana said, smiling back. "Do you want some hot cocoa? Mom left me a ton of snacks." "Yeah, that'd be great." Beatrix said. "You the only one home right now?" "Until Melody gets back." Briana said, heading into the kitchen and putting the electric kettle on. "When's that?" "Maybe like an hour?" Briana shrugged. "Ooh, which mug do you want? I want the kitty one, but you can have any other one except for the one with the poem on it." "Let me guess, that's your mom's mug?" Beatrix asked. Her eyes were wide and fixed intensely on Briana whenever she met them. Briana decided that she liked Beatrix. She was obviously a good friend of Melody's and was perceptive. Best of all she was paying way more attention to her than people usually did. "She's the only one that can use it, and she only uses it for tea." "You're a sweet kid, aren't you Briana?" Beatrix said, lightly brushing a hand through Briana's hair. "I think so. Thanks!" Feeling a little self-conscious at the effusive praise, Briana squirmed and stretched. Beatrix's eyes flashed downward. Following the gaze, Briana realized the waistband of her pullup was showing. "I have big girl undies on today." Briana smiled proudly. "Oh yeah? Let me see." Despite her bold manner, Beatrix hesitated for a second before grabbing the hem of Briana's skirt. Diaper checks were pretty much constant nowadays, so Briana let Beatrix lift her skirt without protest. "See? All the flowers are still on there." Beatrix shook her head and laughed. "Good girl, I guess." "Yeah!" Briana grabbed the now-boiling kettle and filled the mugs. She handed one to Beatrix who bravely took a sip without waiting for it to cool down. "So do you wear diapers all the time?" Beatrix asked. "I'm not wearing one now." Briana protested. "But you usually do?" Briana looked down and blushed slightly. "I always wear them to bed, and sometimes in the day." "Does Melody wear them too?" "She only wears pullups, but she's wearing them every day now." Briana said, risking a sip of the hot cocoa. "Oh yeah? She really likes them huh?" "I'm not sure, I think so, but she has to wear them because she's doing mom's therapy thing." "No shit?" Beatrix set her cup down, even more intent on Briana now. "Tell me more." "I don't know exactly how it works but it's a therapy thing that mom does. She has to wear them for a while to help work out some stuff." "That is crazy. Like, legit crazy." Beatrix chuckled. "You know, she wears them for me too, but not for therapy. She does it because it turns her on." "Really?" Briana asked. "They don't do that for me, but uh, sometimes I do sexy stuff in them." "Hah, I bet you do." Beatrix said, backing Briana up against the kitchen counter. "Cute blush." "Oh uh... thanks." Briana's heart fluttered, more scared than exited. Something about Beatrix was getting less friendly and more pushy. "So are you and Melody girlfriends?" "No. I don't think she likes me that way." "You sure? Mel is pretty dumb about picking up on that kind of..." The front door opened and Beatrix walked away from Briana in mid-sentence. Briana followed in confusion. "Let me just get my stuff and we can head back out." Melody said, shuffling in with their backpack. A strong looking woman was behind them. Melody's face twisted in fear as soon as they caught sight of Beatrix. "Where the FUCK have you been Mel?" Beatrix shouted, the sheer fury in her voice driving Melody back a step and sending Briana scampering back to the kitchen doorway. "Bea? What are you doing here?" "Who's this bitch?" Beatrix waved a hand aggressively at Rosa. "You don't quit this, Mel. NOBODY quits this!" "Who the fuck are you?" Rosa asked, squaring her shoulders. Melody looked horrified, their face had drained of all color. "Rosa, uh, can you like, bounce for a second. I'm super sorry about this..." "What the hell is going on Melody?" Rosa asked. She tried to push past Melody, her expression turning to shock and hurt when Melody pushed back. "I'm really sorry but can you just go..." "Yeah, get out of here, bitch." Beatrix had advanced within grabbing range of Melody, and didn't hesitate to grab their jeans and yank downward. She didn't have the angle to pull Mel's pants down, but a big chunk of Melody's blue pullup was exposed. "My little diaper dolly and I need to have a talk." Panic was written across Melody's face as they flailed out of Beatrix's grip. "I'm so sorry babe I will text you please go." They stammered and shoved Rosa out the door, closing it. There was a shouted, "What the fuck!" From the other side of the door and then the sound of someone angrily stomping away. Briana stared in horror, wishing there was something she could do to help Melody. Fear and guilt churned in her stomach. "What are you even doing here?" Melody asked. "Why are you in my house?" "The other diaper-baby let me in." Beatrix smirked. "Now, let's talk about how you're going to apologies for ignoring me." "Apologize? What are you talking about..." Melody squeaked as Beatrix pushed them up against the wall. They were squirming in what was clearly a potty-dance. "Remember? You're my diaper dolly. Except you're going to have to do a LOT of work to get back to seeing me naked." Beatrix grabbed Melody's ear and twisted. "STOP IT!" Briana shrieked. "You're hurting her!" Beatrix turned slowly to Briana. It was the coldest look Briana had ever seen. She whimpered and backed up another step. "You see? She's pissed all over herself." Beatrix whipped out her phone and snapped a picture. "You're turning into the same thing. You think you can date a regular girl? No way. You're my diaper dolly or you're just jilling off." Briana looked down at the wet patches on her skirt and the streaks down her legs. She fell to her knees and wailed, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Leave her alone." Melody said. "You don't give orders, remember?" Beatrix grabbed Melody's crotch. "Pretty warm, diaper dolly. You peed too, huh?" "I said leave her alone!" Melody looked more angry than scared now. Briana's surprise was nothing to the shock on Beatrix's face when Melody pushed her away with enough force to make her stumble. "Just, get out. Don't ever talk to me ever again." Melody's eyes were full of tears but they still looked angry and determined. "You don't want to do this. I have that whole photoshoot, remember? You think I can't find out who your girltoy was? Hell, I'll set up a fucking Only Fans for you." Beatrix's tone was harsh, hateful. "Bea, get out of my house before I either break your nose or call the cops." Melody said, their fists balled up and shoulders shaking. "You little..." Beatrix's breath came fast, her face a mask of rage. "Fine, you're done. You're done here, online, at school, everywhere. You fucked up, diaper baby. You fucked up bad." "GET. OUT." Melody yanked the door open. Beatrix stormed out. Melody slammed the door and locked it. They sank to the floor, silently crying. Briana sniffled and watched Melody for a few minutes. Tentatively, she crawled over to her roommate. "M-melody. I'm suh-sorry. I thought she was your friend." "Doesn't matter now." Melody said, shuddering with another silent sob. "I'm really sorry!" Briana wailed. "I... I didn't know that was going to happen!" "Briana..." Melody shook their head. "Just... forget it for now." They sounded terrible, flat, beyond sad. Guilt threatened to crush Briana, but she pushed it aide in the face of Melody's sadness. For lack of anything better to do, she reached out and wrapped her arms around her roommate. Surprisingly, Melody hugged back tightly. "I just couldn't let her bully you." Melody said softly into Briana's shoulder. "It's my fault." Briana said, sniffling. She couldn't believe that Melody was still being nice to her after what she'd done. "She's a horrible bully." Melody said, raising her head and wiping her eyes. "Believe me, I know." "And I brought her here." Briana whimpered. "Melody, I'm so sorry." "I know." Melody patted Briana's back. "Let's get you cleaned up okay?" "No! You don't hafta take care of me after what I did. I'll figure it out on my own. I'm being a big girl today anyway." "Not in those potty-pants you aren't." Melody said, surprising Briana with a chuckle. "You're really not mad at me?" Briana asked in a whisper. "I really wish you hadn't brought Beatrice over." Melody said. "But I know how she is. She's a really good liar. A lot of stuff sucks right now but it also felt good to tell her off." "But what about all the stuff she said she was going to do?" "I think she'll calm down." Melody said. "I guess I have to start talking to her again, but I'm sure she knows she was getting a little crazy." "Really?" Briana asked, peering skeptically at Melody. "Oh, calming her down is going to suck too." Melody said with a shrug. "Maybe I did go to far this time, maybe not. But either way, we can't change it now. What we can change is your pullup." "You're all kinds-a more confidant and stuff since you changed your pronouns." Briana nuzzled close to Melody, wishing they were a big sibling for her instead of just a roommate. "Is that right?" "Yeah, you're different than when you moved in." "Thanks kiddo." Melody kissed Briana on top of her head, just like Veronica! Briana squirmed extra close to get every last bit of snuggles out before she had to go get changed. Lying on the changing table, Briana let her mind drift away while Melody applied their now-expert changing skills. There had to be something she could do to fix the problems she made for her big... for Melody. First thing she could do was be a good girl for Melody, so she didn't object when her pullup was replaced with a diaper. Even when Melody swapped out her cute blouse and skirt for a onesie, Briana didn't make a fuss. When Melody lead her to the playpen though, Briana felt she had to say something. "Melody, I wanna play Animal Crossing. I don't need to be in my playpen." "Briana, I said I wasn't mad at you, and I'm not, but I think you know you screwed up. Don't make me put you in an actual time out." Pouts and puppy-dog eyes were powerful weapons in Briana's arsenal, and she'd used them effectively against Melody before. Unfortunately just the thought of turning on the baby-charm on Melody made her feel guilty. With a sigh, she climbed over the wall of the playpen and picked up one of her stuffies. "You won't leave me alone in here, will you?" "Naw." Melody said. "I'm going to be on my phone for a bit though, I have to see if I can fix things with Rosa." Briana nodded, and flopped down on the pen's padded floor. She was good at make-believe, super good! So good that she pretended to play-pretend with her stuffies and watched Melody while they texted. It didn't look like it was going well. There were a lot of creases in Melody's brow, even some tears in her eyes at one moment. Briana wished with all her heart that she could fix things, or say something to help Melody, but there was nothing. Very quietly, so that Melody wouldn't notice, she cried. Beartholomew was kind enough to wipe away the tears with his fuzzy brown paw. The afternoon had been a lot. Though she wanted to be there for Melody, Briana found herself waking from a nap with Veronica crouched down next to her. "Wake up sleepy-head. I hear you had a rough afternoon." Briana nodded sadly. "I did a bad thing. I didn't mean to though! But it was still really bad for Melody." "She told me a little bit about what happened. Why don't you tell me your side of things?" Veronica sat next to the playpen with it's side folded down and listened while Briana went through her story. She tried to stress her good intentions in answering the Discord messages, and talking to Beatrice, but she knew it sounded bad. "Honey, I think we need to talk about rules a little bit. I didn't think I needed to tell you this, but you can't invite people over when you don't have someone from the house or a babysitter here." "Not anybody?" Briana frowned. "But you said I could still see my friends." "You can see them when I'm here, or when one of your other roommates are here. What happened this afternoon has me really worried about your judgement." Briana sighed but nodded. "Okay Mom." Veronica smiled, one of her secret radiant smiles that she only shared with Briana and Dad. "I was hoping you'd still be thinking like a big girl when I got back. There's something I want to talk to you about, even more so because of what happened today. It's a talk for a big girl." "I can do it!" Briana said, sitting up and wishing her diaper wouldn't crinkle so loud. "I'll pay attention, and really listen, I promise." "I need more than that for the talk though." Veronica said. "I need you to make a decision, and it's a big girl decision. You had some pretty bad decisions today. How are you feeling right now?" Briana looked down at her crossed legs and considered that seriously. It was true that she was having trouble thinking about anything. Especially grown-up stuff. But if she was being honest with herself, and her guilt over Melody was forcing her to be honest, she also hadn't tried very hard. As soon as things felt fuzzy, she'd gone with her instincts instead of really thinking things out. She looked Veronica in the eyes, and forced all the kiddy-tone out of her voice. "I can handle a serious talk, Mom. I'm listening and present." "That was much more grown up." Veronica said, cupping Briana's cheek. "Is it hard for you to do?" Briana nodded, with the added benefit of nuzzling Veronica's hand. "Yes, but I can do it for a while." "Very good." Veronica took Briana's hand and lead her up to her bedroom suite. She sat in her office chair and pulled Briana into her lap, just as she had at the start of the therapy sessions. It seemed so long ago, but the memories came rushing back. Crying on Veronica's lap in a wet diaper. Feeling like nothing could get fixed. Finally trusting Veronica to help her, and eventually to be her mom. It was a big chunk of emotions all at once, especially after the afternoon. Briana wiped her damp eyes and tried to keep thinking clearly. "It's emotional coming back to this spot, isn't it?" Veronica asked. "Yes." Briana paused while she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. "It was really hard to trust you, really scary. I wanted you to help me, really badly. What you were asking was scary though. Not just the trust but also doing something that people would think was weird." "You are doing so well with this right now. I'm really proud of you." Veronica gently smoothed Briana's hair. "Not only are you articulate, but you've correctly guessed what we're going to talk about. This is about continuing your therapy." "We haven't been really uh, deliberate about it in a while." Briana said, nodding. "That's true. I've been letting you use your little-time as a comfort, a way to blow off steam and recover. I think you may have gotten kind of tangled up in switching back and forth though." "I was doing okay for a while, but having little time with Gary at school got confusing." Briana said. It wasn't until the words left her mouth that she remembered she'd never told Mom about Gary's additions to the game. "What's this?" Veronica sounded firm, but Briana was sure she could wiggle out of answering. That is, if she were still little she could. Unfortunately, a big girl would answer the question. "Um, he set up changing stuff and some coloring books and stuff in his office. So that I could come by and play." Briana bit her lip. "Don't be mad at him! He likes to play with me that way, and I didn't say no!" "Hmm." Veronica didn't look like she was going to cooperate on not being mad at Gary. Before Briana could plead his case again, Veronica continued. "I can see how that might have lead to some of your problems, but I think he probably only accelerated something that was going to happen anyway." "What do you mean?" "Well, in the extreme version of the therapy, the patient has an emotional crisis and then sharply regresses." Veronica searched Briana's eyes, and nodded, apparently satisfied that she was still paying attention. "Like you did. The journey back up is supposed to be gradual, but you snapped back out of it pretty quickly." "Isn't that good? You said you were proud of me?" Briana asked tentatively. "I am proud of you." Veronica said emphatically. "But we're doing field research on this in real-time. I think you missed out on a clean transition out of being a baby, and it has you stuck flipping between states." "So that's why it's hard for me not to be little right now?" "I think so." "And... it's bad for me to be little?" Briana twisted her hands in her lap. "Briana, sweetheart." Veronica kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, and I love having you for a daughter. I like taking care of you when you're little, but I want it to be your choice, not something you can't help." "So even if I never HAD to be little again, I could still..." "Be my baby girl, get your diapers changed, and get tucked in to your crib with a story?" Veronica said. "Yes." The sigh Briana let out released a weight on her chest she hadn't realized was there. "Okay, so um, what do you think we should do? Or uh, what does the therapy call for?" "Going back to being a baby, and transitioning out of it slowly, step by step so that it feels like a natural progression." "But, last time I had to be really upset to um, be mentally there." Briana said. She found herself fidgeting and kicking her legs, and willed herself to stop. The brain-fog was creeping back in. She thought she could hold it together for the rest of the conversation, but hopefully that wouldn't be too long. "Yes, but you're having similar cognitive confusion." Veronica said. "I also have a sensate-trigger that should help you regress back. Ultimately though, you making a choice to give in to a regressed mental state and surrendering to that cognitive mode may be the key to you being able to choose to not be little when you need to." Briana didn't answer right away. The words Veronica was using seemed to be getting longer and more tricky. After going over Veronica's words a couple of times, she felt confident that she knew what she wanted to say. "Yes please." Briana said, making calm, purposeful eye contact. "I hate being stuck where I can think but not well. I trust you Mom. And um, being a baby sounds kind of nice right now." "You're sure?" Veronica asked. "We are talking about no more adult privileges until you get mentally old enough to have them back. No more privacy, and no more using the toilet." "After what I did today, it's not like I deserve any adult stuff anyway." Briana said sadly. "This isn't a punishment." Veronica said. "You have to choose to do it, not be forced." Briana stuck her tongue out at Veronica. "You couldn't just let me pretend it's a punishment?" "Briana..." "I know, I know." Briana sighed. "Having to be grown up and take responsibility is the real punishment. I'll be a baby again. But um, I don't know how to just go back to that." "Well, like I said, I have a certain trigger that I think will do it for you." Oddly, Veronica's voice cracked a little. Briana looked at her mom and was surprised to see uncertainty, maybe even embarrassment in her face. "Um, are you okay?" "This is just very personal." Veronica said softly. "It's a big thing for me to ask of you, and I feel selfish for asking. I really, genuinely think of you as my daughter. But I know I'm not, actually." "What!?" Briana surprised them both by the amount of upset in her voice. "You said you were, I asked you and you said you would be my mom." "Oh honey, I'm sorry." Veronica bit her lip and clasped Briana's hands. "That's not what I meant. I just don't want to assume that you're as attached as I am. I don't want to take anything away from you." "Mom..." Briana took a deep breath. "Mommy. I love you. I never had a real mom until you." She squeezed Veronica's hands tightly. "You're my real mommy." Caught off guard and with her hands pinned, Veronica couldn't catch the tears that welled in her eyes. From her expression she didn't seem to mind, even as two uncharacteristically messy trails of black eyeliner darkened her cheeks. "Thank you, sweetie. My Briana." Veronica kissed Bri gently on the forehead. "I guess I should tell you the trigger now. It's one of the most primal, baby things a person experiences. You'd be breastfeeding. From me. Obviously, I can't completely feed you like I could a tiny baby but I've been doing treatments and..." Veronica's words faded into a roar of sound that washed over Briana's ears. She stared at Veronica as the world disappeared into a tunnel that left only her Mom's face in front of her. Something quivered inside her, threatening to scatter her thoughts to the winds. "Mommy." Briana interrupted, attempting to touch Veronica's cheek but more-pawing it instead. "I'm hungry." "Oh." Veronica chuckled. "You're sure you want to..." A very little-brained giggle welled up in Briana. She patted Veronica's chest. "I didn't have dinner cause I was asleep." "Well, we better get you fed then." Veronica said. She lead an impatient and squirmy Briana to the bedroom, sitting on the bed and laying Briana across her lap. Briana watched raptly as Veronica unbuttoned her shirt and unclasped her maternity bra. When Veronica cradled her back to lift her into position, a massive shiver ran down her body. They both hesitated for a moment. Briana put her mouth firmly on Veronica's nipple. The taste was sweet and deeply comforting in a way that a bottle of formula had never been. Briana peeked up to see if Mommy was crying again, but instead she saw a pure glow of contentment on Veronica's face. Closing her eyes, Briana let the same glowing expression overtake her as she sucked away on her dinner. The fog came crashing down into her brain, and she let it in without resisting. There wasn't any need for thinking. She was wrapped on all sides by her mommy's love. As her last choice for a while, Briana let herself fall down deep into little-space. All the way down, to soft comfortable bottom of the well that she'd only touched before while in extreme distress. Now she let herself be carried gently by it, be welcomed by it.

Great start!

This story is a part of the 2nd Kasarberang Story Contest, check out everybody else competing at the link! Hello everyone. This is my first story here, and kinda my first anywhere that isn't an unfinished NaNo (but we all have those... right?). Either way, this takes place in a setting I created for some RP with close friends, called Time ABerrations. I'll leave the details for the story to disclose, but as the name implies, there's time travel shenanigans that are being used to regress the main character through twisting his past. If it matters, he's never going to be any younger than he currently is, but he may recall events from his past as the story progresses. Anyway, enjoy the first chapter. It's mostly setup, but that's how these things go. I welcome any feedback, and I'm already working on Chapter 2. Thanks for reading! Chapter 1 Oliver was lost and alone, sitting at the end of an unmade bed in the cheapest motel he could find, trying to understand where it all went wrong. It had been several weeks since he moved to the city, and every hope, every plan he had coming in had dissolved into dust, leaving him here. No job. No apartment. No hope. It wasn’t that way just a month before. Back then he and his three best friends from college all had careers lined up in the big city, and had e-signed their lease to all live together. Ben had already started writing for the hottest new news startup, Kyle was setting up his high-end laptop with the latest CAD software, and Thomas was sketching layout ideas while paging through his company’s website. As for Oliver, he was told the company’s code was proprietary, and that required its hardware remain on site. Not an uncommon issue, but it did leave him with a gap to fill, so he packed his car and moved early. After all, the apartment was already waiting for him, and he could use the time to get some basic supplies and scope out the city. As Oliver drove out to the city, his car still half empty, despite containing everything he owned, he could feel the future on the horizon, endless possibilities out here on the open road. With every mile, every hour, he dreamt of his future, and swore it would be a good one. See, Oliver wasn’t very outgoing, he only made his three friends in college by chance, and even they felt like they were always closer to each other than to him. But as that dark cloud of self-doubt started to well up, he just swore harder that things would be different this time. After all, he was in the prime of his life, well educated, with a clear, well-paying future ahead of him. All he had to do was be brave, and press on towards the horizon. One busted pipe was all it took for it all to start crashing down. “Sorry kid, we’re going to have to put you up in a hotel for a day or two til we get this sorted,” the manager grumbled at him. “Shouldn’t be much longer than that.” Oliver fell back on old habits, and nodded meekly, jotting down the address of the hotel, and hopping on the group chat with his roommates, telling them to wait before moving out. “No worries” “All good” "Have fun without us, bro!” He sighed, lying back on the memory foam mattress. They were right, nothing to worry about, it probably happens all the time. After all, the apartment manager did set him up with this pretty sweet hotel; it saved him a few days of having to figure out a bed and furniture. Oliver opened his phone and started scrolling mindlessly, letting the exhaustion of the day take him away shortly after. He awoke sometime just before noon, his phone buzzing away. “Uhm, hello,” he answered, trying to hide the sleep from his voice and failing. “Yeah, kid, look, no easy way to tell ya, but the apartment’s no longer available. I got some city guy up my ass about-“ he continued on, but Oliver didn’t hear him. That old familiar fear gripped his throat, and he had to fight back tears. “Kid? Hey, you there?” “O-oh, y-yes,” Oliver replied, his voice cracking, tongue dry, and body numb. “Great. Now tell your friends you gotta find somewhere else. Corporate will forward you any rent you’ve paid sometime in the next three months.” The line went dead, and that was it. Oliver just curled up under the blankets and slept until the midafternoon. When he awoke, he felt weak and smelled terrible. He dragged himself to the shower, but ended up lying in the tub, the shower pouring down on him while he sulked. He couldn’t stand to tell the guys that plans had fallen through, that they would need to find a new apartment at the last minute. He just didn’t want to do anything anymore. Lying there, staring up at the ceiling, he saw the light of his phone turn on. Then again, and again. He managed to stir himself enough to shut off the water, partly dry himself off, and check his phone. It was the group chat; apparently the apartment complex sent an email notifying them of the cancellation of their lease. At least that’s the awkward part of the conversation down. “Yo, Ollie, you good man?” Kyle texted first. Oliver always hated being called Ollie, his childhood bully used to call him that, and he never really got over her teasing, not really. “It’s alright dude, we all called our bosses. They’ve got telework set up for us,” Ben followed. “We should definitely look at somewhere local after we get our deposits back though. Three months is HARSH though,” Thomas added, and the conversation continued from there about finding somewhere later on, including some links to places with availability that far out, but none sooner. They had gone and figured it out without him, so he just replied with an unenthusiastic “K.” He didn’t want to be stuck in limbo for three months, but he could figure something out, for sure. Things still sucked, but he could see the horizon again. Oliver ended up getting some cheap fast food, then turning in for the night, hopeful tomorrow would be a better day. He awoke early, hopeful, wanting for some good news, and so he got dressed, hit up the complimentary breakfast, and decided to stop by his office. He wanted to go get a glimpse of his future again. Even if he didn’t start for another two weeks, he was sure he could at least get in and say hi. He punched the address into his GPS, and drove to the far end of the city. He must have missed it, or made a wrong turn, or typed in the GPS wrong, or… something, because the lot he stopped at was entirely vacant. There were a few warehouses down the street, but nothing resembling an office building of any kind. Scrambling, Oliver checked everything, made sure the GPS address matched the website, ran out of the car to the street sign, but it all matched. He was in the right place, but there was nothing here. Oliver frantically pulled up his boss’s contact and called him, but the number was disconnected. “How did I screw this up?” he asked, on the verge of full blown panic. He took and aced a skills test, did a quick interview and got along great. All the paperwork had been online, something he though marked a modern company, one willing to embrace a fast paced digital world, not… not this. Not a scam. His legs gave out as he realized he gave them everything. His social, his bank account number, everything someone would need to take his identity and leave him with nothing. He didn’t cry though, he was too afraid for that. His shaky hands gripped the steering wheel and he sped along. There was an ATM for his bank not far from here; he noted it on the way in as a nice way to grab some cash after payday. “Where, where, where…” he whispered to himself, too afraid to speak any louder. “It has to be… there!” he yanked the wheel to turn in to the ATM, hitting the curb in the process, but making into the parking lot. Oliver ran up the ATM, fumbling with his wallet and card, and even typed in his pin wrong the first time before calming himself down enough to do it right. The dots swirled on the screen, loading his balance…. $278.48. He had nearly five thousand in there before he left. They must have left just enough so he didn’t notice immediately. He withdrew all that he could, $270 in cash, that’s all he had to his name anymore. He had never opened a credit card, but it wasn’t like it would do any good with his identity stolen. Oliver climbed back into his car and sobbed for hours. His luck continued to tumble. The wheel of his car that hit the curb now had a dangerous wobble to it, so highway driving was out of the question. The hotel the apartment manager set up for him was cancelled along with the lease, so he moved down to a cheap motel, but even that was burning through his cash too fast. He tried applying to every software firm he could find, but by his calculations by the time he even got his foot in the door for an interview, he would be homeless. As his situation worsened, he grew desperate. He had to sell his car to get enough money to keep going, and lowered his expectations, applying to fast food and retail stores, but now that he didn’t have reliable transportation, he couldn’t get in there either. And so, here he was, alone and hopeless. He could have reached out to his friends, or to his parents, but doing so would be admitting defeat, so he just left their messages on read, and hoped for one last chance to turn it around. Meanwhile, unknown to Oliver, Rose watched, and waited. Compared to her big sisters, she was almost nothing, but she was still a Daughter of Time, an Anomaly given will and purpose. Such small deviations were well within her power, and were all it took to bring him to his lowest. She smiled to herself, almost giddy at the idea of calling him her own. Tomorrow, she would finally get to bring her new baby home.

One of the things I don't particularly like is the use of underage characters in ABDL stories. Now I understand there is no sexual contact between adult and underage characters or if there is they are filtered out but mods. But there is a bunch where an adult is diapering an able bodied tween/ teen and I find them uncomfortable. I tend to just not read them and I am not knocking g anybody that does, that's just my personal preference. Why is it so hard to find stories about adults?

The last two chapters were a throwback to Will's earlier life because I wanted to set the scene for future chapters and give an insight into his relationship with his family back home given that it will be important when he returns to the UK. In hindsight, I may have focused on setting the scene too much and perhaps could have got to the punchline earlier but I thought it was important for the audience to know his back story and get to know him as a character. Things are definitely about to heat up though so stay tuned.... I have over 70 chapters planned with a long-term arc covering Will's trip to France and then the subsequent years - I won't spoil the exact plot but if you have any ideas or feedback then I would love to hear it. While I have a clear plan developed, I am very open to amending it to incorporate feedback.

Hiii! Welcome, maybe will bump into you here and there?‍♂️.

Sorry for the delay! I had a root canal and then a bunch of busy life stuff, but I'm back and feeling better ?! Anyway, long chapter here, getting into the meat of the forced regression / sissification stuff now, so... if that's what you've been waiting for, this is probably the chapter for you. Anyway, thank you all for reading, and, uhm, if you wanna throw a like, it would be much appreciated! (Or feedback, I'm still new to this, and all. As you can tell by my rambling intros...) Anyway, here's Chapter 5! Chapter 5 Ollie let his eyes fall to the floor as he slowly shook his head. “I… I…” he stammered, the gears of his mind coming to a complete stop as he was unable to reconcile what was going on. He hadn’t had more than a tiny trickle during the day in years, but to leak, and so quickly? He wanted to just curl up and disappear, just at the thought of it. And, even still, at that moment it felt like there was some distant part of his mind screaming out that this was all wrong, pissed off at… something. He couldn’t make sense of it, it was just garbled rage. Pulling him out of his reverie, Rose took his hand and gently lifted him from the chair, leaving behind puddles on the chair and floor with a trail of little drips and drops following him as she led him to his room. He paused just before the door when she did, as she turned around to unzip his pajamas. Rose helped him out of it, one arm and then one leg at a time, then dropping the ruined pajamas in a plastic lined hamper, and leaving him standing there in his overflown pullup. Ollie reached out to Rose to take Captain Cuddles from her to hide himself, but she held tight onto the bear. “I’m sorry Ollie, we need to get you changed first, okay?” she consoled him, patting his head before taking his outstretched arm and leading him once again into his room. As she opened the door, he took comfort from the soft lavender glow coming from inside. The walls had little animal decorations across them. About half were bears, but there were sheep and horses and dolphins too, interspaced with rainbow ribbons of color. It all felt so right, but also so… “Look Ollie,” Rose said, taking his attention and focusing it on the block letters that spelled out O-L-L-I-E over the padded table set up in the corner of the room. “That’s you!” she said, laughing as she lifted him up onto the table. Ollie smiled as he saw it, grounding his drifting thoughts on the fact that this was his room. Yes, everything in his mind lined up on that, that this room was his, at least for the time being. Rose had been kind enough to let him stay here after… something bad. Either way, he was here, and let himself exhale and get comfortable as Rose had him lay back on the table. “Such a good boy,” she said contentedly, pulling off his pullup and handing him his bear before his nerves got the better of him. As Ollie hid behind Captain Cuddles, he felt a cold wet wipe down there. He stayed as still as he could while he felt wipe after wipe go over every inch of him that his leak had touched, wincing the whole time. “All clean princess,” Rose said, pushing the bear’s head down just enough to see Ollie’s eyes. He pulled a nasty face at being called ‘princess’, but didn’t protest any further than that. She left him there, naked, as she stood up and pulled him into a seated position on the changing table. “Now sweetheart,” Rose spoke, looking down at Ollie, “I know you said that you’re usually fine with just pullups, but I think you may have been fibbing with that.” Ollie opened his mouth to protest, but the truth was he wasn’t too sure himself. He remembered wearing pullups for years without issue, but he also remembered other things he couldn’t quite name. And then there was his crush. Sarah. That was her name, the thought gaining sudden clarity in his mind. He remembered how Sarah had been so kind to him after having accidents in school. Straining his mind, Ollie tried to recall if that was before or after he started wearing pullups full time, but all he could remember was the shame of wetting his pants, and the comfort of Sarah who let him change into her spare skirt and panties. How they felt… nice. He grew warm, flushed, as those memories flooded over his previous question, and he just looked up at Rose and nodded meekly. “Yes ma’am.” “Well that’s okay pumpkin, but I do think we should try something with a bit more protection, even if just for a few days,” Rose lied. A few days, the rest of all time, close enough. “How’s that sound?” “Y-yes ma’am,” he replied. He did deserve it, after all, he was a guest, and made such a mess in Miss Rose’s house. He felt awful about it already, and couldn’t imagine causing her any more trouble. “Good!” she cheered, and then knelt down to the cubbies below where Ollie was sitting. “Do you feel more like Dinos or Butterflies?” Ollie peered down as she pulled out two large disposable diapers. The first was decorated all over with dinosaur shapes in bright primary colors. Red T-Rex. Yellow Pterodactyl. Blue Triceratops. Green Stegosaurus. As he looked each over, Rose softly whispered the names of each dinosaur to him. Ollie’s toes curled and pulse quickened when he realized what Rose was doing, swatting the dinosaur diaper away out of embarrassment, but Rose just smiled and held it back up. It was like she didn’t think he knew his animals or his colors! Ollie found that voice inside him again, the one that was formlessly angry earlier, and followed it. Taking the dinosaur diaper from her hand, he threw it as hard as he could across the room, causing it to land softly, halfway to the door with a crinkle. He seethed with rage, his reddened face staring daggers at Rose, daring her to demean him again. Ollie couldn’t place how or why, but everything in his body screamed that something was in fact very wrong here. As Rose backed away slightly, he took inventory, trying to find the root of his problems. Captain Cuddles was right here with him, as lovable and reliable as ever. Ollie’s soft, long hair was clean, well brushed, as he always kept it. He was clean, out of that overflowed pullup, so that checked out too. It all seemed right enough. He could retrace his steps to find how he got here in every way he could think of, so none of that could be the problem. But something was still so so very wrong. Continuing to seethe, he turned his attention outward. His attention immediately latched onto Rose again, and he was met with a new surge of anger, fear, and panic. Was it Rose? The sweet, kind woman who offered him a room when he had nowhere else to go? Was that really all she was? Something was off, wrong, about her, he just couldn’t see it logically. Everything made sense, but felt nauseating. Whatever she was, it wasn’t right. It wasn’t human. He grit his teeth, his knuckles turning white as they clenched fur of Captain Cuddles. “G-get away!” he spoke, his voice cracking as his throat dried up. “I,” he yelled, the formless screams finally coming into focus, “know t-that y-y-you…” He huffed, feeling an ever increasing pressure in his mind, unknowingly fighting against his hastily assembled new timeline. “D-d-d… did something t-to me!” Oliver wanted to vomit and weep, but he fought to get every last sound out. “G-gi-give,” he sputtered, tongue glued to his teeth, every muscle tensed as he pushed against reality’s raging river, “m-me my l-l-l-l-life b-back”, He choked, the flame in his eyes flickering out, tears streaming from bloodshot eyes. With rage’s last ember he stared at the blur in his vision he knew to be the thing called Rose, and whispered, “you bi-i-ihhh…” A long moment hung in the air, silence filling the space between them. Ollie’s muscles tremored then loosened, as a deep breath slipped from his lips. His eyes drifted around the room, never finding purchase on anything, just drifting. The teddy bear slipped from his hands, softly thudding to the floor, leaving his naked form listing side to side on the changing table. Rose stepped forward, one hand catching him at the shoulder, and the other, still holding the butterfly diaper, gently pressing against his chest until he was lying down. She then effortlessly lifted his legs and rotated him so he was lying flat on the changing mat. He moved weakly and aimlessly, looking to Rose so lost and helpless, she couldn’t help herself. “Butterflies it is then.” She took her time, the slowly squirming thing in front of her wasn’t going to put up much of a fight, and it was so worth savoring the first time. Reaching across his chest, she pulled a soft pink strap over his body and secured it, holding his chest down and preventing the worst of his aimless motions from interfering. Rose carefully unfolded the square of crinkly plastic that had been wasted in her hands for too long. It was trimmed in a lilac color, dotted with darker purple hued butterfly shapes. Along its center it was all white, with faint outlines of butterfly wings. It almost made her sad to think that Ollie would never get to see them, knowing he would surely be wet by the time he came to, wiping away these cute wetness indicators. With a loud crinkle, Rose fluffed up the padding of the diaper, drawing the unfocused gaze of her charge. “Don’t you worry about a thing princess, mommy will have you aaaaall taken care of,” she spoke confidently, no trace of concern in her voice from Ollie’s previous outburst. What followed was a routine for some, but Rose took joy in every step. Lift the legs. Slide the diaper. Lower the tush. Powder. More powder. Pull it up. Admire the serene flowers and beautiful butterflies drawn onto the landing strip. Run your fingers along the leak guards. Tape. Tape. Adjust. Tape. Tape. Pat. And just like that, she could truly see her little baby for the first time. Releasing him from the strap, Rose carried him to a rocking chair that formed at her will near the bay window, and held him to her chest for hours. She was unconcerned with how broken his mind appeared to be, how his conscious thoughts seemed to have receded entirely, leaving only enough cognition for fidgeting and grabbing, just like a little baby. One day, soon enough, this would be the real him, the only thoughts in his head about his Mommy. She stroked his hair and held his head to her chest, her heart full. Oliver returned to himself sometime later, the room dim in the afternoon sun. Everything felt so numb and distant. His whole body felt heavy and sluggish, pinned under a thick comforter. To every little motion he made, the bed responded with thunderous crinkling, the thick plastic lining making itself known with ever slight shift. “Uhngggh…” he groaned, lifting his head from the soft pillows, only to flop it back down again, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, and seeing a pastel unicorn staring back at him. He blinked slowly. As his eyes opened again, they made out the edges of the poster, then scanned the ceiling to see others of rainbows and butterflies and princess castles. “Shit,” he muttered, a chill running down his spine. With considerable effort he managed to snake one of his hands out of the covers, doing his best not to let the bed’s plastic cries get to him. The fingers moved in broad, weak patterns, barely within his control. Trying to making a fist yielded poor results, barely getting past making grabby hands, but at least it was under his control, inexact as it may be. In attempting to free his other arm, he caught a glimpse downward of the tops of what he was wearing, and barely avoided a full panic attack. His shirt was a pale pink, the shoulders puffing out into short little sleeves. The edges of a design were visible on the chest of it, but all he could make out was glitter, rainbow colors, and a horn. Most horrifying of all was what covered the design on the chest, the top of a pair of pastel purple overalls. His hand pawed at the bright pink daisy buttons that clasped it over his shoulders, but they held fast as numb fingers fumbled over them. Even with the other hand freed and joining, he was still trapped. He gave one last tug at the straps when he felt the bottom of the overalls pull something up against him. Oliver froze in terror as the cold damp thing squished against his crotch. And as he noticed it grow warm suddenly, he screamed. “Sounds like my baby woke up from her nap!”

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Effie was much better at either leaning into jokes or letting them roll off her back. Hanson’s real name was in the system, or at least his last name was. At some point, Effie had changed his first name to “Hanson.” Hanson was a repeat in-store customer, and not one of the favorites. He wasn’t especially friendly, and he always had a mischievous look in his eyes - like he was searching for some sort of trouble to get into. He was the closest any customer had ever come to being permanently banned from Bottoms Up, on account of the time he tried to stroll into the store one afternoon without pants on, sopping wet diaper hanging between his legs. Layne had handled it the best he could’ve: he pointed to the door and said, loudly: “Out!” It worked that day, though he had been back a few times since - pants on. Sometimes, but not all the time, he’d buy things. This, in itself, wasn’t an issue. But when combined with the rest of the facts, it painted Hanson as a chronic problem. Seedy, skeevy, and most likely scheming for ways to get off on public exposure at the expense of Effie and Layne. Ten minutes after unlocking the front door, Effie noticed that Hanson was in the store. He was skulking around the shelves along the one wall, caressing the thick packages with his fingertips. “Good morning,” Effie said. She was much more interested in making sure that Hanson knew she was there than she was in being polite. “Uh, hey,” he said, glancing over his shoulder for just a moment. One of Effie’s first jobs was working at the makeup counter in a department store. As part of her training, she was made to watch an ancient VHS tape about loss prevention practices. In it, new employees were advised not to directly accuse a potential, or suspected, shoplifter. Rather, it was best to approach them and just ask if they needed any assistance. Sometimes, just the knowledge that the store’s staff was aware of their presence was enough to dissuade them from any nefarious deeds. That lesson had always stuck with Effie. She wondered if it was still an effective tactic all these years later. Maybe store security had come a long way since then and it had been decided that you were supposed to charge them, guns blazing, instead. “Can I help you find anything today?” Effie asked. “Uhm, just, uh, looking,” Hanson said. He wasn’t really doing much of anything. Just touching. And looking. But, Effie thought, in a creepy way. Hanson was never an especially subtle fellow, and this morning proved to be no exception. His tight joggers - so close to just being woman’s leggings that they may have actually just been - were barely able to be pulled up over his diaper. They were the Fairy Princesses - pink diapers with magic-themed print on them. More popular with the sissies than anyone else. She wanted to say something. She wanted to tell him to pull his pants up over his diaper, but she bit her tongue. Maybe this was as good as it got with Hanson. He was doing something, but she wasn’t sure exactly what it was. He’d walk down the aisle, looking at things, and every few feet he’d stop and squat down and thoroughly inspect something on a lower shelf. His mannerisms, and the way he squatted, seemed kind of awkward. Like - this was not the way that a normal person moved when looking to see something on the bottom shelf. She wondered if he could feel her stare on the back of his head. And if so, was that what he wanted? A bad small caught her nose. She couldn’t quite place it, but it annoyed her. On top of everything else, Hanson now also smelled bad? She was going to have to put that in the system. But the smell got stronger - which shouldn’t have been the case. It wasn’t like he was getting closer to her. Whatever smelled bad was new. Fresh. Getting worse. “Oh fuck,” she said to herself. “Hey, Hanson.” The man offered no recognition to the name, though he did look around curiously, as if to see who she was talking to. “You,” she said again to the man. “Long haired guy with the Fairy Princess sticking out of his pants.” Hanson stopped and stood straight up, slowly turning himself to face her. His cheeks had turned an epic shade of magenta. “Did you just poop your pants in our store?” “Uh…” “I want an answer, mister.” “Nuh uh,” he said nervously, shaking his head. “You did. You totally did. You disgusting little…” She stopped herself. This was, no doubt, exactly what he wanted. This was the ideal scenario. Fantasy endgame. This would forever be the scene that he thought about later when he stroked himself in whatever rat’s nest he called home - the cute young lady calling him out for pooping himself. “You need to go.” “W-wait,” he said. “I’m, uh, not done shopping.” “You’re done. Go.” He opened his mouth to offer another protest, but wisely decided not to follow through. He slowly backed up towards the door. “You are banned,” she said. “For life. I’m putting it on your account. I’m going to make a note of this and tape it to the register. Because if I ever see you back here again, I’m not going to say anything, I’m just going to call the police.” He said nothing. He turned and bolted through the door. He waddled across the parking lot and crawled into his ancient Oldsmobile, sitting in his desecrated diaper. As he drove away, she wondered if this was how he thought this morning was going to go, or if he really thought that this would go some other way. He may have been gone, but Hanson’s thick noxious stink lingered in the air. There was no telling how long that would be there. -- “We trying something new out today?” Layne asked as he pulled up to the entrance in the back of the store. Effie was standing outside, leaning against the wall. “Leaving the store unattended and waiting to see what happens?” “You can’t go in there,” she said. “Why?” “Because it smells like shit.” “Look, it wasn’t me. That was just one diaper, you know? And I only wet it. And I didn’t actually expect you to throw it out - so if it's still in the trash can in the nursery I’ll take care of it and…” “No,” she said. “It wasn’t you. It was fucking Hanson.” “Hanson? What did he do?” “He came in here after I opened and walked around for a few minutes and then...filled up his diaper.” “Oh for crying out loud. What did you do?” “Kicked him out. Told him he was never welcome back here again.” “Well, that’s good. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” “The store smells like his gross dirty diaper now.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Alright. Why don’t you...head on home.” “What? I mean, it’ll probably be fine in a little bit. We can just go and get some air fresheners and…” “Nah, I’m calling it. I’ll go in and lock up. We’re not going to subject ourselves to Hanson’s contamination today. Let’s come back tomorrow and hope for the best.” “Do I at least get paid for today?” “Yeah, sure. In fact, here’s a little extra for your trouble.” He reached into his pocket and fished around. He pulled out a little bit of cash - maybe the remnants of what he had given her the other day to buy coffee and donuts. He quickly counted it. “Alright, well, that’s only $8. So, like, buy yourself a sandwich or something.” She shrugged and took it. “See you tomorrow?” “We’ll see what the air quality looks like.” -- It was something he had thought about doing most days - just letting the store remain closed for a day so that he could do anything other than work. He was always keeping an eye out for an excuse he could use to fulfill that fantasy. He was happy to have gotten one today, but a little saddened that it was Hanson’s stinking diaper. He wanted to go home, charge his Playstation controller, and shoot some robots. Maybe hit giant beasts with an axe. He missed his old friends Kratos and Commander Shepherd. But when he pulled up to the house, he noticed that parked behind Harper’s SUV, there was a car that he did not recognize. An older yellow Jeep, the back of it plastered in bumper stickers. It was them. They were here, in his house. He wasn’t mad, but it felt a little deceitful. He wondered if this was how it normally went. He’d drive to the store, and immediately after, Harper’s new friend would pull into the driveway for a day of debauchery. The temptation was strong to just burst through the front door. Perhaps he had no right to actually be upset at what they were doing, but he did like the idea of introducing a little chaos to their morning. With luck, he’d cause a commotion that would interrupt whatever fun they were having under the sheets of her bed. Formerly my bed, he thought - though not especially bitterly. Instead he approached the aged Jeep and walked around it, trying to case Harper’s friend. Who were they? What did they like? What made them tick? If the bumper stickers were to be believed, they liked jam bands and camping. Interspersed were stickers with slogans and phrases that he felt he was missing the context for. Maybe a reference to some TV show or podcast he had never heard of. Peeking through the driver’s side window, he gleaned a CD wallet sitting on the passenger seat. An archaic relic of days long past, it reminded him of the days of narrowly avoiding car accidents because he had to swap his Sublime CD for a Tom Waits disc. He wanted to just walk away, but he was curious. He tested the door handle. It wasn’t locked. No car alarm went off. Was this person just careless? Or confident that nobody would ever steal a brick of antiquated data-circles? He reached to the CD wallet and dragged it closer to him, quickly opening it so he could flip through the pages. Observe now, judge later. Dave Matthews Band and Phish. Neil Young. Neil Diamond? The Police. Metallica. Nothing especially offensive or unexpected. It was a little disappointing, because their taste seemed neither terrible nor especially well-curated. How was he supposed to judge them based on this? The door was closed as softly as he could muster, and began walking towards the house again. As he got closer, though, he could hear talking. The window. There was a brief debate on the ethics of spying on his wife in their own house, but...there didn’t seem to be anyone else around to see this lapse in good judgment. He darted around the side of the house and crouched under the open window of the kitchen. “...and, I never looked back after that,” a voice said. Not Harper’s. Theirs. “I totally get that,” Harper said. Her voice was a little more clear. She was likely standing closer to the window, maybe preparing some food on the counter. “I was on the fence about it for a while. I grew up with the stuff, you know? We’d drink it with our dinner and everything. And so the idea of replacing it with something else - anything else - just felt sacreligious. So I never got on board with soy milk. Or even almond milk for that matter. But after I tried oat milk, it just felt like such a no-brainer, you know?” Somehow, it felt worse that they were talking about milk than if they were comparing notes about favorite sexual positions. Milk was something you talked about with a partner. “Are you going to eat that?” they asked. “I couldn’t eat another bite,” Harper replied. “No? That’s a shame. I had something you could have bitten.” “Well...there’s always room for dessert.” That was more like it, Layne thought. Good old fashioned flirting. Somehow, that made him feel a lot better than milk-chat. He hated these moments. The ones where he’d suddenly stop, look at what he was doing, and feel really terrible about it. Yeah, maybe there were some strange logistics involved with dating while separated - while living with each other. But he could just hear it in her tone - she sounded happy. Happier than he had heard her be in a while, at least. After walking back around the house, he approached the front door. He didn’t want to interrupt them anymore - but he did want to mash buttons on a controller. -- “Shouldn’t you be...at the store today?” Harper asked as Layne walked into the kitchen. She was wearing pajama pants and an old Red Hot Chilli Peppers tee. Sometimes that was her gym shirt. Sometimes it was her sleeping shirt. “There was some, uh, equipment failure at the office today,” he said, opting not to reveal the messy details in the presence of company. “So I’m taking a personal day.” “Well…” Harper said, scratching her head, “I suppose introductions are in order. Layne, I want you to meet Syd. Syd, this is Layne.” Syd stood up from the kitchen table to greet him. He had no idea what to expect, and so he hadn’t expected Syd. Tall and lanky. They had the slightest bit of an edge to them - something he would’ve called ‘alternative,’ had it been 15 years ago. Perhaps the most surprising thing of all was the kindness in their eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Syd said, reaching a hand out to him. He took it, shaking it firmly. “Likewise,” he replied. “Has Harpy been filling your head with terrible stories about me?” Syd smiled and shook their head. “Probably less than you think.” “I’m too busy making out with them,” Harper added. “Or else I would’ve talked their ear off about your annoying qualities.” Layne could hear Grace Vander-half’s voice in his head now: “You irk me, Mr. Stanlan.” And then he pictured her smile. Subtle. Disarmed. “Smells like...french toast?” he said. “Did I miss breakfast?” Harper shrugged. “I have a piece left on my plate if you want it.” “I, uh, might have taken a bite out of that already,” Syd said. “Just as well,” he said. “Harper’s french toast is usually pretty soggy.” “No soggier than your…” She laughed and stopped herself. It probably wasn’t a mystery to anyone in the room where she was going with that, but it was for the best that it wasn’t finished aloud. There was a brief moment of awkward silence in the kitchen. All three of them tried to play it off as if they didn’t notice it, but nobody had fooled anyone else. “So, uh, I hear you’re in the business of diapers?” Syd finally asked. Layne laughed. “That’s how you decided to break the silence?” “Well, I figured things are already awkward…” “You’ve heard correctly,” he said. “Though, to be fair, we don’t just sell diapers.” “Oh?” “Sure. We sell, you know, onesies. Pacifiers. Bonnets. Booties. These locking mitts that you wear on your hands.” Syd laughed. “A Superstore!” His eyes darted to Harper. “Did you tell them to say that?” Harper shrugged. “I may have told Syd about the naming debacle.” -- Cleaving a demon in half was pretty cathartic, but it wasn’t enough. He felt congested with emotion. Not anger, necessarily. But it was something equally heavy - an amalgamation of a lot of different emotions that he didn’t have the ability to parse. It wasn’t Harper and Syd. Or, maybe it was - but just a tiny bit. It wasn’t even Syd, as a person. It was the concept of Syd. The existence of a Syd. The reminder that he had let his marriage dissolve to the point where a Syd could not only walk through the front door, but would eat french toast at his kitchen table while he talked to Harper. He missed love. Romance. He missed friendship. Effie was probably the closest thing he had to a relationship - but he was paying her, and he was just paying her to fill boxes with diapers. Somewhere out there, Grace and her cronies were building a case against his store. Somewhere out there, Kiri hadn’t forgotten about their brief conversation at the bar. Somewhere out there, people were going to parties and hanging out with friends and talking about their investments and talking about their favorite limited runs of IPAs from a local craft brewery. Meanwhile, all of Layne’s conversations began and ended with diapers. Of all the emotions swirling around within him, it was anger that had managed to spiral its way to the top. He needed an enemy. He needed a target for his negative energies. It couldn’t be Harper, because if anything, she was the victim of his negligence. It couldn’t be Syd, because they hadn’t actually done anything wrong. It couldn’t even be Grace, because he truly believed she was well-intentioned, though misguided. An idea sprung to mind. He grabbed his keys and wallet and waved goodbye to Harper and Syd as they sat in the living room together. He had expected that by the time he got back to the store, he’d have convinced himself that this was a bad idea. A cooler head would prevail and he’d just laugh at himself as he pulled into the parking lot. It had actually turned out to be just the opposite. The drive only empowered him further. He felt further bolstered in his belief that this was the correct course of action. He unlocked the back door and entered the stockroom. To be sure, he quickly walked into the salesfloor and sniffed the air. He was pretty sure that there were no lingering traces of Hanson, but there was this psychological taint to the environment. Hanson had polluted his store, and he’d forever be wondering if atomized particles of his diaper still hung in the air. Back in the stockroom, he grabbed another single Carnival from the open pack and charged into the nursery with purpose. He slid his pants and boxers off and taped the diaper around himself. He wished there was a mirror in the nursery - in fact, he made a mental note to bring in a mirror. He decided that he wasn’t going to let his dream die. He would finish the nursery. Deck it out. Make it the fantastical escape he had always dreamed it would be. Diaper on, he bent his legs and jutted his bottom out behind him. If it had been a long time since he had last wet a diaper - recent example excluded - it had been much much longer since he had done this. He wondered if, on some level, he had known that this was where the day was going. There had been a few opportunities during the day where he thought he should use the bathroom and answer the call of his bowels. But each time he had put it off, for no defined reason. Here he was now, though, and he was ready to go. There was a time when this moment meant everything to him. That ritual of getting in the right position and letting it all happen. The entire process - the lead up, the execution, the aftermath - was an elaborate song and dance that progressively shrunk and regressed him. By the end of it, he’d be rolling around in his dirty diaper, sucking his thumb and pawing at the front of it. This was different. He unleashed his bowels aggressively. With purpose. A torrent of firm mess loaded the seat of his diaper in a loud eruption. He wanted, so badly, to savor it. The feeling of the thick mass filling his diaper; the new weight of it pulling at his waist and sides. He wanted to sit in it. He wanted to crawl around. He wanted Harper to change him. There was no time to let himself be distracted. He waddled out to the salesfloor, grabbing a pack of wipes from a shelf, before returning to the stockroom. There, between shelves of boxes of extra diapers, he unfastened the tapes of his own and let it carefully flop onto the ground - chock full of everything he had been saving up inside him all day. He wiped himself clean, adding the dirty wipes to the inside of the open diaper. Satisfied with his self-cleaning, he tossed the rest of the wipes aside and folded up the used diaper into a neat little package - reusing the tapes to seal it closed again. He booted up the computer, doing some quick research in the Bottoms Up customer directory. Satisfied with the results, he shut it down again. -- 400 Malcolm Drive, Apartment 13C. It wasn’t what he expected it to look like. Admittedly, he had comically low expectations, but this was a decent - if not completely normal - looking apartment building. He hadn’t quite thought this far ahead. Did he actually think he was going to go inside the building and leave it on the doorstep? What then? His eyes scanned the area, looking for inspiration as to his next move - and then he saw it. The Oldsmobile. The dreaded Oldsmobile. The old car that elicited groans of disgust whenever he or Effie saw it pull into the parking lot. Grabbing the plastic bag on the seat next to him, he left his car behind and quickly trotted into the apartment building’s parking lot. Nobody seemed to be around. There seemed to be no security cameras. “Please, please, please,” he said aloud to himself as he reached the car. Could he be so lucky twice in the same day? He tested the door handle of the Oldsmobile, finding it unlocked. He smiled - literally laughing out loud in delight. “I brought you a little present, Hanson,” he said. Hanson wasn’t there to hear that, of course. But he’d probably hear Layne’s words in his head later anyways. He turned the bag over, spilling the used diaper onto the front seat. With a soft ‘plunk’ it just sat there. For just a moment, it was a diaper. But soon, after the door was closed again and the afternoon sun had a little time to bake the contents of the car further, it was sweet sweet revenge. And that felt extremely cathartic.

Forgot to change the forum post name to reflect that Chapter 3 was added last week, oops! Well, Chapters 3 AND 4 are both available now Four: Funny-Man He knew that he overslept, if only because he was well rested. That sort of thing wouldn’t have happened if he was at home. “Well fuck,” he muttered to himself. He looked at his phone. More bad news: it was a little after 9:30. The odds were good that Effie was not only in the store, but had probably seen him in his current state. One of the things he had liked most about Effie was that she had never once asked him about his personal connection to diapers. Like Kiri the night before - most people, upon finding out he ran a diaper store, would ask if he too wore them. She never asked, nor did she seem to care. So much for that. He slid off of the table, grabbing his pants. He considered hoisting them up over the diaper, but opted against it - it was bad enough that Effie had probably seen him in the diaper, he probably didn’t need to flaunt extra-padding under his pants now. But, he was never one to waste a diaper either. He closed the door entirely and let out his morning piss into the mostly clean - briefly sticky - padding. He let out a pleasurable sigh akin to one Harper might after taking a hit from her vape after a long day without it. The swelling. The warmth. He missed this, and if Effie wasn’t somewhere on the other side of the door, he’d probably sit in this squishy bundle a bit longer. Alas, gotta make the diapers. Or something like that. He peeled the still-warm diaper off, catching a whiff of the urine soaked padding. It always smelled different in a diaper, he thought. He bundled it up and tossed it into the trash can - making a mental note that he’d have to remember to finally change that trash bag now. “Coming out of the closet?” Effie said as he emerged from the nursery. So much for waiting on the awkwardness to come after both of them skirting around it for a bit. “No jokes, please.” “Hold on,” she said. “I have one more: I’m glad to see we’re finally using that room.” “You couldn’t have been late? Just one morning?” “I’m late every morning. You’re just later than I am.” “I’m thinking about going back in there,” he said, pointing back to the room. “I’ll sleep away the rest of the day.” It was framed as a threat. “Are you cranky? Wake up wet?” “I thought you were done.” “Bear with me. I’ll be workshopping some more comments all day.” He had been wrong - it wasn’t awkward in general, it was just awkward for him. Still, for as much as Effie was the worst person to have spotted this - she was also the best. He trusted her not to say anything to anyone else. “I trust this will stay between us?” “Yeah,” she said, sounding disappointed but sincere. “Everything alright?” “Huh?” “Well, I mean, you coming in early - probably very early - and the diapers and all that. Are you good?” The previous night flashed before his eyes. The brief argument with Harper. The brief flirt with Kiri. The not-as brief stay in the backroom of the store. “You know what? I don’t feel too bad today.” “Is it because you…” “I don’t want a smart ass comment from you about it,” he interrupted. “We had a, uh, embarrassing start here today, but we’re going to move past it. We sell diapers, right? I was, uh, testing the merchandise. And I’ll tell you what - they’re good. You tell the next customer who walks in here that. You tell them that the owner has put his own personal stamp of approval on the Carnivals.” “Should I show them the pictures I took?” “Did you...take photos?” She shrugged, but then burst out in laughter, shaking her head. “Sorry - I wish I could’ve pulled that off. The look on your face…” “I’m demoting you.” “To what?” “Diaper-pail emptier. You can start now. I left a present for you in the Nursery.” -- The toilet seat was still down. There wasn’t a stray glob of toothpaste in the sink. There wasn’t a glass sitting on the counter with a quarter-inch of orange juice left in it that wasn’t either just finished or put in the sink. Layne hadn’t come home last night. She wasn’t exactly upset about it. Layne wasn’t the type - nor did he have the skill - to pick a random someone at a bar for a one-night stand. It was far more likely that he fell asleep somewhere he didn’t intend to. Maybe an alley or at a friend’s house. She considered the possibility that he was lying on the floor at the store. Maybe a pile of diapers had collapsed on top of him. How poetic. Harper would’ve loved it if she could move on with her morning and not let it bother her, but she kind of needed to know where he was - or at least that he wasn’t dead or buried. She briefly considered calling his cell, but opted to call the store instead. “Bottoms Up, Effie speaking.” “Effie, hey. It’s me. Is, uh, Layne there?” There was a blink-and-you-missed-it moment of hesitation before the response: “Yeah, he is. Did you want to talk to him?” She sounded like she was smiling or had been laughing. “No. God, no. I just wanted to make sure he was alive.” Effie’s tone had lowered a little. Not quite a whisper, but she clearly didn’t want to be overheard. “Yeah, he’s alive. Fell asleep at the store though, FYI.” “Alright, thank you. Hey, don’t tell him I called, okay?” “Yeah, sure.” Harper trusted that response. “Talk to you later.” With the stress of Layne off her back, she felt like a free woman once more. “Everything okay?” Syd stood in the doorway, wearing Harper’s bathrobe. Their black hair, vividly streaked with violet, cascading over their shoulders, framing their pale face. Harper had been actively falling in love with them, though she was nowhere close to admitting such a thing. The distraction was almost annoying at times, like now. Syd was just standing there, looking concerned and caring. And Harper would’ve liked nothing more than to just answer them. But instead, she had to take them in again; admire everything about them one more time. “Oh...yeah. Just making sure that Layne was still alive.” “Is he?” “So I hear.” “I guess I’m not going to meet him this morning, then?” “It doesn’t look like it.” Harper sighed, thankful for such a close call. While she doubted Layne would’ve made a scene in front of Syd, there would’ve been some tension. “You’re not missing much.” Syd shrugged - an expert on knowing when to butt out of conversations they had no place in. “What’s for breakfast?” they asked. “I see how it is now. Shall I wash your laundry too?” “Please,” Syd said, grinning. “I’m not great at staying on top of it.” “You were good at staying on top of me though.” Syd blushed, glancing away. “Pancakes?” “That sounds amazing.” Syd took a seat at one of the barstools tucked under the counter at the far end of the kitchen. Harper had almost forgotten that they had stools over there at all - it was possible that nobody had ever used them before. Harper compiled the ingredients she needed. Truthfully, she’d have felt more comfortable with a recipe in front of her. While she felt Syd’s eyes on her, though, she opted to wing it. If she could pull it off without the recipe, and she was mostly confident she could, she was sure that it would look pretty impressive. “You’re...more toppy than I thought you’d be,” Syd said. “Is that a bad thing?” she asked, cracking an egg into some milk she had just poured into a bowl. “Gosh no. Not at all. A wonderful surprise, that’s all.” “That’s just how I roll, I guess.” “Have you always been like that?” It wasn’t a hard question to answer, but the answer had a little bit of baggage. Baggage that was, apparently, still alive. “I think that part of me developed a little later in life. One of those things that you never think about. And then one day, you see that there’s an opportunity - a need - within a relationship that needs to be filled. And, so, you take a chance and...voila. Domme-y Mommy.” Syd laughed, a cute giggle they hid behind a hovering hand. “Is that what you are? A...Mommy?” Harper sighed, worried she had said too much. “It’s...a name I’ve been called before.” “I like it,” Syd said. “It’s got layers.” “Layers?” “Well, sure. Like, if I was to just call you ‘Mommy,’ I think that I’d…” They couldn’t quite finish that sentence, their cheeks already glowing pink. “You think that you’d what? Why don’t you try? Call me Mommy.” “Yes...Mommy.” Another giggle behind their hand, this time letting it develop into more of a chuckle. “So, layers?” “Right, right. So, it’s obviously very fun and sexy to just call you Mommy. But, too, I’m sure it’s a name that someone could have a whole set of emotions attached to. Like, expectations for how you look and act and talk.” “Ah, got it. Yes, layers.” “I can keep calling you Mommy, right?” Harper smiled as she whisked the wet ingredients into the dry. “Yes, please.” -- “...and that’s really what it comes down to: It’s rare that we have an opportunity like this to nip something so dangerous in the bud. We have to act. We have a responsibility - an obligation to our community. Anyone who doesn’t see this from our perspective simply lacks all the facts needed to see things the right way. And that’s what we’re doing here. We’re providing the facts. We’re providing the...oh...well, isn’t this a surprise.” Layne was late, despite his best intentions. He was often convinced that his chronic tardiness had been inherited from his father. His mother often said as much - usually pointing out the 5 days past the expected due date that he spent in her womb. He had been born late. He had debated not going to the meeting at all, especially once he realized he’d be showing up late. The last thing he wanted to do was to make a grand entrance. He wanted to quietly observe, maybe get a free cup of coffee. He wanted to know what his enemies had to say about him and to know what he needed to start preparing for. But instead, Grace stopped herself mid-speech, and the group of 14 or so members of CALM followed her gaze to the back of the room where Layne had just entered. “I understand that there are refreshments?” It wasn’t as dramatic a moment as it could’ve been. Nobody in this room, save for Grace Vanderhoeffen, knew who he was. “And speak of the devil,” Grace said, looking to rectify the audience’s indifference. “That just so happens to be Layne Stanlan - the owner and proprietor of Bottoms Up.” People seemed slightly more bemused or curious now, but it was still a pretty mild reaction. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your appearance tonight, Mr. Stanlan?” “I just thought I’d drop by and see what all the hubbub was about,” he said. He was tempted to leave it at that, but he couldn’t help himself: “Word around town is that this group gets pretty wild.” “Folks, this is what we’re going to be up against. Mr. Stanlan here thinks he’s a bit of a funny-man and he’ll do his best to charm the city council.” Baby-man and funny-man. He was starting to accumulate a little collection. “Honest,” he said to Grace and her club, “I’m not here to disrupt things or cause drama. I was just hoping to hear some of the discourse. I wanted to hear about the concerns.” “You should’ve been here 45 minutes ago, then,” Grace said. “But we’re actually about to wrap up. Perhaps next week? It might be your last chance, seeing as how the city council meeting is the week after that.” “I’ll put it on my calendar,” he said. He stuck around, listening to Grace wrap up the meeting with some less relevant updates about other potential bees in their bonnets. At their dismissal, most of the folks left, barely acknowledging Layne as they shuffled out the door. Those that remained stood in small groups, drinking coffee and eating cookies. Layne helped himself to a cup of coffee too before approaching Grace as she organized some papers to load into a folder. “I hope you don’t mind that I helped myself to some coffee. I won’t eat your cookies though.” “You should at least try one,” she said. “They’re homemade.” “You made them?” She nodded. “See? Look, we can be civil. Polite.” “Your point?” “I just want to run my store. I don’t want to have to go to city council meetings or deal with your wild pack of elderly people who have nothing better to do.” “Insulting the members of my group is not going to help your argument.” He sighed, nodding. “Yeah, okay. Let’s try that again. I truly believe that I am not a threat to this community. Maybe we can have, I don’t know, have a conversation about that? Like, what if we just met up sometime soon. We can discuss it over dinner or a drink. Or just...here. Anywhere.” “Mr. Stanlan, it sounds like you’re asking me out on a date.” He laughed. “No, no. I just think we should have a conversation before things get too complicated. That’s not asking too much, right? Like, if I had a problem with anyone else in my life, I’d want to talk to them before I took them to court or something.” She sighed, nodding begrudgingly. “You’re not wrong, Mr. Stanlan.” “You can call me Layne.” “I could, but I probably won’t.” “So? You and I can arrange a little meeting? A tete-a-tete?” “Lunch tomorrow?” “That’s fine, yes.” “The Schoolhouse? On 7th street? At noon? Would that work for you?” “I’ll be there with bells on,” he said. “As long as it’s not a diaper.” It was intended as an insult, no doubt, but it came off as playful ribbing. At least to Layne - who probably took most insults that way. “You’re no fun at all.” -- By the time Layne got home, Harper was reading in bed and Syd was gone. There were, however, leftover pancakes in the fridge. He thought it was weird that Harper would make pancakes for herself. But who was he to complain?

Two: Hammy Harper had an on-again, off-again relationship with smoking. It looked cool, she assumed, when she was a teenager. It kept her sane through college. She ditched it when she met Layne. She picked it back up again when they separated. She was vaping now. Not one of those enormous ‘rigs’ that men with large beards had. This was a dainty little stick she stowed away in her purse. And when she pulled it out and took a hit? She felt cool again - like she was smoking in the future. Layne had been going on about something. There was a woman in a pantsuit with good hair, and she had been mean. Something about city council. He used the word ‘audacity’ more than once. She took a few nice slow drags of the vape. She was thinking about whether or not she would watch a tutorial on how those big-bearded men did neat little smoke tricks. Like the one where they blew a smoke ring. That’d be a fun party trick. “...and she called the store an abomination,” he said. “Seriously, who even uses that word? Religious women in a Stephen King story.” “But you haven’t broken any laws, right?” she asked. “Nah.” “And you wouldn’t have been allowed to open this store in the first place if it was doing something fundamentally shady.” “Yeah, I guess.” “So what are you worried about? Let the windbag throw a little tantrum in front of the city. Then let the council tell her that you haven’t done anything wrong. End of story.” “I don’t know,” he said. “People like that, they don’t just get together and get worked up for nothing, you know? We could do everything right - and I assume we have - and they could still be a problem. They become a gnat in the city council’s ear. Worse, they rile up a bunch of other people and now there’s a whole swarm of gnats in their ears. And nobody wants that many gnats in their ears, you know?” Usually, that would’ve been enough nicotine, but she needed to take another long drag. “So what are you going to do?” she asked. “What can I do? Can you reason with gnats?” “The gnat thing isn’t working,” she said. Then, just because she thought the answer would be amusing, she added: “Are you wearing sweatpants?” “Don’t even start with me, Harpy.” A ‘pet’ name she detested just as much as he detested public sweatpants. Touche. This wasn’t the way she thought this conversation was going to go. She had already been nervous to talk to him tonight, and that was before she had inadvertently opened his can of personal worms. He shook his head and muttered something to himself about Grace Vanderhoeffen. Then, remembering that she had come to him in the kitchen in the first place: “Oh, did you want to tell me something?” She sighed. “Actually, yeah?” “Okay.” “So...this isn’t easy for me to say, but I’m hoping we can have an open and mature discussion about it - if any discussion is needed at all.” “I’m probably not going to like this, am I?” “Just listen,” she said. “I’m going on a date tonight.” “A date? Tonight?” “That’s what I just said.” “With who?” “You don’t know them.” “That doesn’t really narrow things down for me.” “It doesn’t matter who they are. But, I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I think that we - both of us - should start thinking about what we want next, you know? Living arrangements. Romance. I don’t know. We’re just stuck here in this house avoiding each other all the time and nothing is changing and sometimes I feel like…” “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he said. “I can’t get mad about you dating some guy when it’s not like I'm over here trying to repair our marriage. I mean...I don’t think I’m about to go and date someone myself, but I guess I get where you’re coming from. So, I don’t know...have a good time with him?” “Not him,” she said. “I’m sorry?” “Not him,” she said. “As in - I’m not going out with a...guy?” “Oh.” He gave it another moment to sink further in. “Oh. A, uh, gal, then?” “No.” “I’m running out of options here.” “They/them,” she said. “Oh,” he said again. “Don’t be weird about this.” “Me? Me...weird?” “Look,” she said. “It’s not a big deal. They’re just gender nonconforming, you know?” “I can deal with that,” he said, waving his hands in front of him as if to signal that he didn’t want any trouble. “And me going out on a date?” “I mean...am I psyched? No, not especially. Am I…” his voice just kind of wandered off. “Are you...what?” “I didn’t think about what I wanted to say.” “Well why don’t you think about it a little longer,” she said. “And we can talk about it later. Or tomorrow.” -- He skipped the alcohol last night - he didn’t want to show up to the store in sweatpants again. He was still late. “Decided to finally show up?” Effie quipped from behind the counter. “Someday, when you own your very own diaper store, you too can show up whenever you want.” “So inspirational. Thank you, Dad.” “You wish I was your father.” “My father played bass in a punk band,” Effie said. “No offense, but you don’t have enough cool to qualify as the father I wish I had.” “Damn,” he said. “That is pretty cool.” He grabbed a partially-stale donut from yesterday’s box, still sitting behind the front counter. “Did I miss anything? Any drama? Concerned citizens?” “The Pope dropped by,” she said. “He wasn’t happy with you either.” “Did you sell him any diapers?” “I tried. He’s more of a chastity guy, though.” This yielded a hearty chuckle from him. He always liked how proud of herself she looked when she made him laugh like that. Very cute. “I have an assignment for you today,” he said. “Oh yeah? What kind of assignment?” “That woman who came in yesterday? Grace Vander-fart? I want to know more about her little club. CLAM? No...CALM. Could you do some internetting for me? Find out how big this thing is? When they meet up to talk about me? Where? See if they serve refreshments at their meetings?” “Are you...actually planning on going to one of their meetings?” He shrugged. “Wouldn’t it be funny if I did?” She smirked, though she didn’t laugh. He thought it was a lot funnier than that. “Did, uh, Harper come by this morning?” “Nah. I mean, I got here at 9 - you know, the time we open - so not unless she came earlier than that. Why so?” “Ah, you don’t want to hear about it,” he said, swiping his hand in the air as if to wave away the conversation. “You’re right,” Effie said, “I don’t. But if you’re going to bring it up, I feel obligated to ask for more information.” “Well, fine, if you’re going to twist my arm…” “I’m not.” “Harper went on a date last night.” Her face had fallen serious. “Oh shit. Really?” He shrugged, attempting to play it off nonchalantly. “Yeah, I don’t know. Should I be mad about it?” “Do you feel mad?” “A little numb so far, that’s all. Relationship novacaine.” She was torn. Being a good friend of Harper’s sister had gotten her pretty close to Harper over the last few years. But, spending 40 hours a week with him- give or take the hours Layne was missing from his own shop - wasn’t nothing. She was happy for Harper. She was mad for Layne. “Who was the lucky guy?” “Well that’s just it. It wasn’t a guy.” “Really? I didn’t know that she liked…” “It wasn’t a girl either.” He looked like wanted a reaction. Needed. She didn’t really have much of one to give him. “Does that upset you?” “I don’t think so. It shouldn’t, right?” She shook her head. “I live in a pretty simple world,” he said. “Gender stuff - it’s over my head.” “It’s actually not that hard to grasp,” Effie said. “They say that they don’t conform to a specific gender and then you just say: Ok. That’s it.” He waved his hand dismissively again. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. I’m just looking for things to pick at. You know, because she went on a date.” “How did the date go?” He shrugged. “I went to sleep before she came home. And she wasn’t home this morning. Or...she never came home.” “Slutty,” Effie said to herself. The tone suggested that this was a positive thing. “Alright, enough talk about my disaster of a marriage. Do your homework, young lady.” “Fiiiiiiine, Dad.” -- Come in late, and then leave early - such was the life of the boss. She had found the information he was looking for in about 6 minutes, using Facebook alone. But she had stared at the computer for two hours, making it look as if she was doing some real Hackers-esque work. She provided him with the meeting place, time, and confirmed that refreshments were being served. He offered to kiss her on the forehead and she declined. Then he decided to go to the gym. These were the moments she came to enjoy the most, working at Bottoms Up. She turned up the King Gizzard and scrolled on her phone, occasionally glancing up to confirm that the parking lot was still an empty void. And then there was a new car. A minivan. She turned the music down - just a smidge - and got her ‘customer service’ smile on. Layne hated it - he thought it made her look like, in his words, an ‘either homicidal or horny clown. Maybe both.’ A couple rolled into the store. She was straight out of the 1950s with her royal blue polka-dot dress and red hair pinned into an updo. He had that signature diaper-waddle that Effie had come to expect from male customers. She had no clue how to gauge their ages. The woman was either 20-something or 45. He was older - definitely older than Layne. Maybe just old? She’d guess he was in his 50s. “Greetings. Can I help you two out with anything today?” “Just...uh...looking around, thanks,” he said. The hem of his sports-team tee barely connected with the waistband of his drawstring shorts. With every step, they separated, and the ruffled plastic edge of a diaper poked out to say hello. “Diapers, darling,” the woman said, though it wasn’t clear if she was talking to him or to Effie. “Well,” Effie said, taking a chance on the possibility the woman was talking to her, “we have plenty of those.” “I don’t want any of these plastic diapers,” she said. “Too wasteful. You know, for the environment? Hamish, here, he goes through so many diapers. The landfill probably expands an entire acre per year with just his dirty diapers.” “Margaret,” he hissed. “You don’t have to do that here.” “Don’t listen to him,” Margaret said. “He adores being humiliated. Have you ever seen such a pathetic thing?” “Once or twice,” Effie said. “It’s time we made a change,” Margaret said, glazing right over Effie’s remark. “And I do not mean another diaper change. Hamish just got his bottom cleaned up an hour ago.” She turned to the poor blushing man. “If I were to check your diaper now, it’d still be dry, yes?” “Y-yes.” “Yes…?” she said, clearly trying to elicit a specific answer. “Yes...Mommy.” “Well trained, is he not?” Effie laughed. “Can he do any tricks?” “He’ll do anything I tell him to. That’s a trick, yes?” Effie nodded. “Hamish. Pull down your shorts and show the nice woman your diaper.” “Mommy…” “Please don’t argue with me, Hammy. Or else I ask you to do something far worse.” He sighed, giving in to her demand. Which, Effie thought, was a shame - she was curious to see what ‘far worse’ entailed. Hands on either side of his shorts, he pushed them down in one motion, revealing the plump white diaper between his legs. Baby animals pranced across the front of it. There was some yellow discoloration in the front. Just a little. “Speaking of used diapers...” Effie said, pointing out the yellowed diaper with her finger. “My word. Hamish! Did you piddle yourself yet again?” “Just...just a little,” he said, shrugging. “Ugh.” Margaret rolled her eyes as she tossed her hands up in the air. “Do you see what I’m working with?” “They say it gets harder to potty train them as they get older,” Effie said. Margaret laughed - a genuine chuckle. “Pull up your pants, baby.” He did so. “Look at all these cute diaper designs,” she said as she strolled through the salesfloor. “Princesses. Unicorns. Teddy bears. Koala bears. But it’s, like, ‘what’s the point,’ right? He’s just going to make a big poo in them eventually anyways. Sometimes I’m tempted to just tape a garbage bag to his ass and let him do his business in that.” “Cost effective,” said Effie. “But probably not good for the neighborhood.” “Then what would you recommend?” “I’m hardly an expert…” “No?” “I mean, I just...work the counter. Put things in boxes. My boss, he’s the guy to talk to if you want actual advice. A genuinely enormous baby.” “But I like you,” Margaret said. “Okay, fine. With the knowledge that you do have, point me in the right direction.” “Well, I could show you these,” Effie said, walking around the counter and over to a rack against the far wall. She pulled a clear plastic package off the wall, holding a thick folded garment inside of it. “These are, like, pocket-diapers? Machine washable, and you just load cloth pads into them. But...as much as you want. So you’re essentially making them as absorbent as you’d like them to be. Then, after he, uh, does his business, you can wash the whole thing while you slip him into a new one.” “And the diaper itself doesn’t leak?” Effie quickly glanced at the packaging and spotted the bold WATERPROOF in a starburst. “It does not.” “A higher upfront cost,” she mused to herself. “But probably worth it in the long run. I’ll try some. Well, Hammy will actually be trying them.” Both women laughed, much to the dismay of the big baby. Effie gathered the selected pocket-diaper, in an adorable fuschia color, along with a package of cloth prefolds for use within it. A credit card swipe later and the transaction was complete. She had reached for the black bags and Margaret stopped her. “No need, dear. We won’t need a bag. Hamish can just carry the diapers out to the car as is. Yes, dear?” “Y-yes, Mommy.” He gathered his new undergarment and accessories together, pinning them close to his chest and scrambled out the door. Margaret was still in the shop. “Was...there something else I can help you with?” “Not an expert on diapers?” Margaret asked. “No...that’s not really my thing.” “Would you like to know more?” For the first time in quite a while, Effie was a little at a loss for words. “I’m sorry?” “I’m just saying,” Margaret said with a shrug. “If you see yourself selling diapers for the foreseeable future, and you want to experience life on the other side of the counter, maybe I could help you with that.” “Are you offering to put me in a diaper?” “Do you want to be?” “No? Maybe?” Her heart was beating like a jackhammer in her chest. She was aware of the curiosity that had been stirring in places she didn’t acknowledge all that often, and a bright floodlight had suddenly been shown on that corner. “I wouldn’t make you play with Hammy,” Margaret said, glancing over her shoulder to confirm he had left the store. “He’s no fun at all. But you and I? We could have fun.” “I…” “Just think about it,” she said. “I’m in your system. You have my number.” With no further words, Margaret spun around and briskly exited the store, returning to the minivan to chastise poor Baby Hamish for putting the diapers in the wrong place in the car. Effie sighed as she turned the music back up again. “This fucking job.”

I completely agree with you buddy! The thought of reusing an ALREADY used diaper is just gross.??????? That's a huge turn off to me. I'm a one-time use baby only!???❤️???❤️☺️???

It was late February, and I needed a new place to stay fast. I found a listing in the most unlikely place due to a sudden, passing glance, and now I was getting ready to spend my first night. The landlady seemed like a nice woman on the phone, and the photo of the house looked like it was going through renovations--but the price was right. What did I have to lose? I got there to find Ms. Yang a few years younger than me, and considerably smaller. That being said, she had a unusual silent intensity about her which suggested she wasn't to be crossed. This was her house, and I was a paying guest. Her dark eyes stared silently at me as I took in my new room. It was nearly empty, aside from a black futon raised off the floor on a metal frame. "We have to get you ready for bed, it's late." She said. "Sorry it's so empty in here, I have things in the other room still. I will bring them." She held my shoulder and pushed me down onto the bed gently before being off. I took that as 'you're staying in bed for the night,' and didn't want to get back up again out of respect. I was pretty tired after all. Before long she returned with a thick, comfy looking folded blanket, which she placed on the foot of the bed before looking me up and down warmly. She was silent for a few seconds, before speaking firmly, but in a motherly and soft way. "Is that all you have? Where are your clothes?" I had to admit to her that I didn't have much. A suitcase of odds and ends was on the way, but that was about it. "Well, I have a single suitcase on the way," My voice shook. She looked at me with a sympathetic, but largely unreadable gaze. "Okay, can I help you? I have clothes you can wear to bed," She asked softly before reaching for the waistband of my sweats. I didn't resist her gentle touch, as unusual as it was, and allowed myself to be pushed onto my back by her so she could take them off. She smiled faintly and then was gone again. I was left in a tattered pair of boxer shorts, and a tee shirt. All while being in a mostly empty room. I couldn't complain about the hospitality, the vibe I was getting was that I was being welcomed in as a part of the family. There was an unspoken warmth and expectation of care that felt incredible, I wasn't about to divorce myself from that feeling which I hadn't known in so long. She returned again with a pile of garments which she laid down beside the blanket swiftly, before returning to focus on my midsection. "I have new underwear for you," she showed me two pairs of loose-fitting shorts, one in dark grey, the other in neutral skin tone. They looked like they were from Asia. I hesitated as she reached for my underwear. "Don't worry," she said warmly. I let her guide me into laying my head back on the pillow she brought, and then she slid down my old shorts, revealing my bare bottom. She held up what looked like a disposable diaper. "Do you pee in the night?" I did have to pee, I wasn't sure if I should ask her to get out of bed or not. She seemed to want me to stay there for the moment. I hadn't wet the bed in ages though, if at all. "Rarely." I replied. She made a funny face which suggested a bit of anxiety, before regaining her firm composure. "Please wear it?" She asked. Evidently she didn't have much faith in my toilet training, but I consented. "Sure, I'll wear it." It's just a diaper, it's not like they hurt to wear. I didn't expect that I'd be putting my diaper on by myself at this point. I let her guide me into laying on my side as she slid the opened brief underneath where I was laying moments before. She used a soft but firm grip as she returned me to my original position. Then, she pulled the front panel of my diaper up and spread my legs out a bit. I watched on in a deep sleepy calm as she fastened all four of the plastic tabs snug. She put her hand on my shoulder again and stared into my eyes in a wistful, motherly way. "Feel better?" she cooed. "They're comfortable," I replied, looking up at her in a half-asleep feeling of innocence. Wordlessly she began sliding up a pair of the shorts. She tucked them into the diaper below a little bit, which made them cozy and snug. Following soon after was the second pair. She made the waistband snap as she smiled at me. "All ready for bed." I answered her with a sleepy smile as she pulled the blanket she brought over me and tucked me in. The blanket, and room, was a little chilly and I shivered, which reminded me of my need to pee. I wondered if I should ask her about a quick visit to the toilet. I didn't even know where it was in the house yet. For all I knew, it was in renovation. "Can you take me to the bathroom?" I asked with a yawn. She shook her head. "No, it's time for bed." She cooed, putting her hand on my shoulder again. She began to stroke me with her thumb. "Use the diaper." I did what she said and began to pee effortlessly while laying on my back under the sheets I was cozily tucked into. I wasn't sure whether a drop was spilled or not, and wasn't sure how much I'd actually wet. It would be hard to check with two pairs of shorts over top. I realized I was pretty sleepy, and didn't care much. I was safely tucked away for the night, that's all that mattered. It seems like she noticed the newfound ease and sleepiness that fell over my face after my release. "That better?" "Yeah." "Night night," She said with a smile and wave. "Night." She turned off the lights and closed the bedroom door. The diaper didn't feel clammy or uncomfortable as my pee rested inside it. Didn't expect that. I fell asleep almost immediately, and it was one of the best sleeps of my life.

yes it's awesome, best if they are a true sadist though, they don't hold back lol,,,

A Stay At The Clinic Chapter 3 A few minutes after the excitement of the new arrival, the noise in the room had fallen to a low hubbub. Noel was concentrating on his task, as he usually did, carefully trying to keep his colouring between the lines. His fine motor skills weren't what they were, and he'd made a few slips with the stripes on his tiger, which he was trying to join back into the official stripes. 'That's cheating!' said Hannah, pointing at Noel's efforts. Noel turned to her, and couldn't help noticing the profile of her breast under the t short she wore beneath her overalls. It was a full, rounded breast and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Something stirred in Noel, and he suddenly felt different as he looked down at his partly coloured tiger. He looked up and around the room. What am I doing here, he wondered. He was the finance officer of a large company that manufactured bolts and fasteners. He was accompanying his wife Ann, an accountant to a clinic out of town. He would have waited in the car, but came inside with her nevertheless. Now he was sitting in a room colouring in a tiger. Something was clearly wrong. He had to leave, now. Noel stood up. 'Where are you going?' asked Hannah. Noel just looked at her, then he headed for the door. By the time Amanda and Trish had realised what was going on, Noel had gone. Trish went to the door, then came back in. 'Can't see him,' she told Amanda. 'It's OK,' said Amanda. 'He's new. I'll tell the office.' Noel had ducked around the nearest corner, hurried along a short corridor to an outside door, and was now in a small grassed courtyard. Three women in white uniforms were sitting around a small outside table, drinking coffee. Noel looked back to see people in the corridor he'd just left, and had to go past the women to get to the only other door. Two of the women got up as he neared the table. They now blocked his way to the door. 'Hullo,' one of the women said. 'What's your name?' Noel stopped in his tracks. His moment of clarity was giving way to his old foe, anxiety. 'I want to go home,' he said. 'I'm not supposed to be here. It's a mistake. I have to go.' Noel looked urgently at the door behind the women. They looked at his thickly diapered hips, and the blue poster paint on his fingers. 'I can help you, honey, but you need to tell me your name. Can you do that? My name is Sonia, and this lady is Ellen,' she said, pointing to the woman standing next to her. 'Noel,' Noel answered. 'I'm a, a, I'm not a child. We've been colouring in, but Ann is here and I'm just waiting and I don't need diapers it's just in case...' Noel felt himself becoming confused. His escape plan was unravelling. 'Where's Ann?' he asked. 'It's OK, Sonia!' called a voice from the door behind Noel. Chloe hurried to the scene. Sonia and Ellen stood back as Chloe arrived. 'Hullo, Noel,' she said. 'Look at your fingers! They're all blue!' 'I've been doing sky,' said Noel. 'Next to my tiger.' 'You remember me, don't you?' asked Chloe. 'Chloe,' said Noel deliberately. 'That's right,' said Chloe. 'Good boy! Now, what are you doing out here, Noel? Didn't you like the activities group?' 'No, I was just, I thought...I thought I was...' said Noel. Noel stood still, his bottom lip quivering. 'Noel Fisher, Room 202. Admitted today, Ann Fisher, wife,' the woman who had remained sitting at the table said quietly to the others, reading from her iPad. 'Yes,' said Chloe, nodding. 'I'll take care of him.' Chloe took Noel's blue fingers in her hand and gave them a squeeze. At the same time she put her free hand to the seat of Noel's denim pants, and felt the heavy, wet diaper underneath. 'Noel, do you want to go exploring?' Chloe asked. 'We might not see a tiger, but you never know.' It was a strange place, and Noel felt strange too. However, an invitation to go exploring, while safely holding Chloe's hand, was too good to turn down, and he followed Chloe back into the building. The nurses returned to their coffee break. 'Escapee,' said Ellen. 'Looks like it,' said Sonia. 'It happens, It's his first day.' 'Who is he again?' asked Ellen. 'Noel Fisher, 31, business executive. Breakdown, regressive behaviour, history of behavioural problems as a child, becoming increasingly dependent in marriage...' said Paula, the nurse with the iPad, reading from its screen. 'His wife committed him,' added Ellen. 'Hey, we're not supposed to talk about that stuff,' said Sonia. 'Come on, Sonia, it's only us, and we all read their records,' said Ellen. 'Motor skills, memory, vocabulary...' continued Paula. 'Toileting issues, diapers, the usual.' 'Well I love them all,' said Sonia. 'There speaks the ex-paediatric nurse,' said Paula with a laugh. 'Even when you're changing their diapers?' she asked. 'Especially then,' said Sonia. 'You just don't see how sweet they really are, Paula'. 'I'm a career nurse,' said Paula. 'Which means I'm here for the money. And because they don't beat you up.' 'Each to her own,' said Sonia. 'You'll change, Paula, if you stay here long enough. It's very different to ER. Try to connect with them. Be their friend. Most of them are really just little kids, and get scared, like Noel. They get all mixed up. Look how good Chloe is with them. Our job is to make them happy. Once they're really stable, and if they have the right carer or partner at home who understands where they are, they can go home and be happy there too, in spite of being in diapers or needing feeding or whatever.' 'What's his assessment, Paul,' asked Ellen. 'Assessed on previous visit. 5-10 years. That's query 5-10, query low side. He's in junior to see how he goes,' read Paula. 'Oh, put that away,' said Sonia. 'I'm going to see if he's OK.' Sonis left the group and went back inside. 'She used to wet the bed herself, 'til 17, and her pants,' said Paula. 'No wonder she's into this place.' 'Paula!' said Ellen. 'How do you know that?' 'It's on her staff record,' said Paula. 'You're a snoop!' said Ellen. 'You shouldn't even see those!'' 'It helps to know things,' said Paula. 'Have you read mine?' asked Ellen seriously. 'Former lght drug user, marijuana. Tattoo on left buttock,' answered Paula with a smirk. 'I'm going back to work,' said Ellen huffily. 'And I've got two tats.' To be continued.