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Chapter 19: Pre-Game The first couple minutes of the car ride were held in silence, Tammy and Missy each replaying surprising aspects of their visit with Mary and Sarah. Tammy was practically beaming with excitement. She had threaded the needle of communicating expectations to Mary and trying to soften the oddity of the research program for Missy’s family while building a trust and rapport with Missy that continued to warm her heart. As for Missy, she gazed out the window, her heart beating with adrenaline at the somewhat surprising exchange that she had endured with her sister. While she had never really connected with her sister, she had also never really expected such venomous threats to come from her own family over, of all things, money. Breaking from her reverie to see Missy staring out the window, Tammy decided to continue the push forward, knowing that everything hung in the balance of tomorrow’s assessment. “Missy dear, you were unbelievably fabulous. I’m so proud of you. The way you were able to express yourself and move into this decision on your own free will truly amazed me.” Reaching her one arm over to Missy’s thigh as her encouraging words filled the space between them, Tammy noticed both a smile and tears welling in Missy’s eyes as she turned to acknowledge the accolades. “What’s wrong honey, why the tears?” Tammy’s face immediately took on a look of concern that Missy had already grown addicted to receiving, having been starved of such empathy most of her life. “Nothing…I…I don’t even really know why I’m crying, but everything suddenly just feels so emotional.” Missy leaned her head back against the car seat and took her hands up to her eyes, rolling her wrists to try and wipe away the tears. Her legs instinctively spread further apart then normal, trying both to accommodate the diaper between her legs and her body’s desire to simply find a comfortable position in which to ride. There was very little concern for how she looked to Tammy or anyone else for that matter. “I can imagine, honey. That must have been much harder than you made it look to share everything with your mom and sister, but honey, that’s over now and you are safe and we can really focus on making tomorrow a success, ok?” Tammy softly moved the conversation forward while also trying to acknowledge Missy’s emotional state. Tammy’s motherly instincts went into overdrive and as they came up to a small ice cream stand on the side of the road, and Tammy pulled off and parked the car in one of the open spaces next to the stand. “You were such a brave girl, Missy, we should get a treat!” Tammy beamed, opening the door and going around to help Missy out of the car. Missy finished rubbing her eyes and finally caught on to the fact that the car had pulled over next to an ice cream stand. She immediately felt joy pour through her body. It was as if the idea of a reward or sweet treat seemed to instantly trump any of the pain or fear she was truly processing at the outright threats her sister had made. She found Tammy’s hand which helped her out of the car. Unbeknownst to either Tammy or Missy, as she exited the car, her skirt had flipped up in the back, exposing Missy’s onesie covered diaper to the cars that were passing by. As they stood in line to order their ice cream, an elderly couple took a spot in line behind them. The grandmotherly figure noticed Missy’s cute but exposed skirt and tapped Tammy’s shoulder before speaking, “Excuse me, miss, but your adorable daughter’s skirt is flipped up in the back.” Tammy moved her hand down the small of Missy’s back to flip the skirt back down. Missy’s arms instinctively raised upward as she felt Tammy’s hand along her bottom and a small gasp came from her mouth as she experienced both the physical touch of Tammy and the realization that she had exposed her diaper clad bottom to the world. “Thank you so much,” Tammy said gently to the elderly woman who almost ignored Missy as if she was a toddler who couldn’t understand grown up talk. “No worries, dear,” the lady continued, “I remember those days of mothering growing toddlers. It can be very challenging.” Tammy decided to take advantage of the opportunity to see how Missy would respond to this public scenario by reaching into her purse and grabbing a binkie. She reached over to Missy’s mouth and gently began pushing the binky in as she continued the conversation with the couple behind her. “It is incredibly challenging,” Tammy continued taking Missy’s hand, “and yet incredibly rewarding to see them develop their own unique personalities! Tell me, what advice would you give a single mom like myself?” At this point, Missy was completely embarrassed, but doing anything rash at this point seemed like it would only create more of a scene that it had already become. While the older man had a slightly quizzical look on his face when he saw Missy’s apparent age and willingness to suckle a binky, the two ladies went on as if nothing seemed out of the ordinary at all. “Well,” the elderly lady beamed with pride at being asked to share her wisdom, “I would say not to rush growing up. I’d let them be young for as long as they can…the world is a tricky place as you know, and there is nothing that will ever replace the warm, nurturing love that a mother can give a baby, so don’t rush anything!” The lady seemed incredibly satisfied with her answer and as she finished all eyes turned to Missy, whose appearance, diaper, onesie and binkie seemed to embody exactly what the older lady had suggested! Once they ordered and received their ice cream, Missy and Tammy went over to a picnic table to enjoy their treats. Tammy removed Missy’s binky and instantly produced a wipe from her purse, cleaning off Missy’s mouth area and then her hands as if Missy was incapable of doing this herself. Missy was part stunned, part numb, and part resigned to the events as they transpired, all leaving her to simply fixate on the one good part of what was transpiring: her hot fudge Sunday with whipped cream and a cherry. Missy swung her legs under the picnic bench as her mind seemed to work at keeping all the feelings and questions pushed under the surface by having her solely focus on the pleasure and excitement of eating such a treat. Missy hurried and in so doing decorated her face more than her mouth, a soft chuckle coming from Tammy as she witnessed this 18-year act younger and younger before her very eyes. Perhaps what was even more inspiring for Tammy was that she had confirmation that Missy was making these decisions on her own. The confidence with which she had seen Missy address both her sister and her mother gave Tammy a peace that Missy wasn’t being coerced into doing something she didn’t want, but rather pursuing something she was increasingly interested in embracing. Another wipe appeared as Tammy tried to keep up with the chocolate carnage all over Missy’s chin and cheeks. This time, however, Missy herself let out a little giggle, realizing that she had, in fact made a complete mess. The giggle happened to coincide with a realization that she was once again peeing her diaper. The conscious awareness that it was happening lasted for just a flash before Missy returned to licking the inside of her ice cream cup, filling her tummy as her bladder filled her pampers. Missy’s mind was now less bothered by the wetting that had just taken place and more worried at following the instruction Tammy had given which was to let her know when she needed to be changed. While slightly torn at having to say the words that were about to come from her lips, Missy’s mind drove the decision before any shame had a chance to alter the course. “Mommy,” Missy half whispered, not wanting to draw attention to herself, “umm…I…um..” “Did you make pee-pees?” Tammy interjected, not wanting Missy to have to embarrass herself further, but also naturally trying to figure out her “daughter’s” need. “Yes. I made pee-pees” Missy replied, her face instantly turning beet red as her legs swung at an even quicker pace, trying to mask the shame she was feeling in having to share this with someone. “Good girl!” Tammy said a little louder than Missy would have hoped. “Let’s go and get you changed. As they rose from the table, the elderly couple had overheard everything, having taken a seat at the neighboring table. As they saw Tammy and Missy head back to their car, the lady realized that there was no restroom nearby and quickly rose to go offer Tammy some assistance. “I hope you don’t think I’m a nosey grandma,” the lady began as she caught up with Tammy on the driver side of their car, “but I couldn’t help but overhear your little one needs a diaper change. Would you like to use our RV? I don’t think there are bathrooms around here and it might be more comfortable for your little one,” the lady finished nodding her head in the direction of Missy who for some reason was standing silently by the car door with her toes pointed in and her head tilted down as if she just wanted all this attention to just go away. “Oh that is very kind of you! Are you sure you don’t mind?” Tammy asked. “Not at all!! As a matter of fact, I’d love it! You see we only have one grandchild and she lives on the other side of the country so we rarely get to see her, so any chance I get to help the little ones makes my day!” The old lady smiled ear to ear as she gently grabbed Tammy’s arm to reinforce that this would really be a treat for everyone. “Well thank you so much! Missy dear, come this way, we’ll get your diaper changed and get you all cleaned up in some privacy ok?” Tammy extended her arm and opened her hand as if inviting Missy to the safety of her hand. Meeting at the front of the car, Missy just kept her eyes on Tammy and let her hand give her relief from the growing embarrassment that was mounting throughout all of Missy’s body. As they reached the RV, they noticed the older man had just pulled out a camping chair and was smoking his pipe, in recognition that they would be here a little longer than planned and knowing that his presence in the RV would be unwelcome for the time being. Missy was glad it was just the ladies that joined her in the RV as she followed Tammy up the two stairs into the small sitting area. The lady kept leading them toward the back of the RV where a bedroom with a queen bed that had been neatly made greeted them. The lady grabbed a towel from her bathroom and laid it over the comforter, tapping the soft bedding to invite “mother” and child to the improvised diaper changing station. Tammy was thrilled with both Missy’s response to this unplanned situation and the opportunity to continue the crash course training for whatever challenges the assessment might present tomorrow. Tammy led Missy to the bed’s edge and then used her hands to guide Missy’s hips to turn so that the back of Missy’s legs were against the bed. Then using one hand to hold her arm and another to guide her midsection, Tammy lowered Missy onto the bed. As her head hit the bed, Missy looked up only to see her binky floating down in Tammy’s hand, Tammy having expertly retrieved the binky from her purse as only a multi-tasking mother could do. Missy was well past objection and simply let her mouth open to receive her binky as she felt her back collapse into the soft bed. As Tammy produced yet another Pampers from her purse, the elderly lady interrupted, “Oh my, does she only wear Pampers? I would have thought she would need something more absorbent than that?” And without waiting for the response, the lady put her finger up indicating for everyone to wait while she went back into the bathroom and returned with one of the thickest diapers either Tammy or Missy had ever seen. “This seems like it would be more comfortable, don’t you think dear?” The old lady had maneuvered herself in between Missy’s legs at the edge of the bed and had targeted the question to Missy. Missy didn’t dare remove the binky because to be honest, she didn’t want to answer, but instead her eyes turned to Tammy who was nodding ‘yes’ behind the elderly lady. Without a second thought, Missy just mimicked Tammy’s nod. The lady needed no further invitation and proceeded to reach under Missy’s skirt, lifting her bottom to bunch the skirt at her waist before unsnapping the onesie. She expertly opened the new diaper and slid it under Missy before removing the Pampers tapes and quickly yanking the diaper free. Missy was beyond embarrassed as her freshly shaved privates were now on full display to a complete stranger. The cool sensation of the wipes running up and down her private parts sent a jolt of shock and electricity through Missy’s body. The lady didn’t even pause, but only proceeded to apply generous amounts of the lotion and baby powder that Tammy had produced, before adeptly securing the new diaper. With the final snap of the onesie and the lady’s hands returning the skirt edges down to cover her newly padded bottom, the lady stepped back, joy seeping from every part of her being, her hands clasped together, proud and elated to have helped Missy get changed. “Wow!” Tammy exclaimed, “You really area a pro! Missy dear, I hope you appreciate you just got a treat as I’ve never seen such grandmotherly perfection in my life!” Missy saw Tammy’s eyes focused on Missy’s, somehow instructing her to play along. All Missy could do was raise her hands in a soft mock clap, choosing to hold onto the binky for dear life and hoping nothing further would be asked of her. Gently, Tammy helped Missy get up off the bed. Everyone now noticed a dramatic difference, however. The thick diaper that now snuggly held Missy’s private parts was five times thicker than the Pampers. Missy couldn’t touch her knees together, let alone walk by moving her feet straight. Instead, Missy had to almost curve her stride like a banana to account for the diaper separating her legs and wanting to rub against her inner thigh as she moved. The obvious “waddling” that followed only produced yelps of excitement from the two moms, while Missy just looked down trying to keep herself from falling over as she tried to walk. Fortunately, Tammy had one hand guiding Missy’s arm and the other wrapped around her waist to help make sure that her little one didn’t fall onto the pavement outside the RV. The old man chuckled to himself as the parade passed him by again, the skirt no longer able to hide the onesie beneath, and the onesie no longer able to contain the full diaper. “Thank you so much! That was much better than trying to do all that in the back of my car!” Tammy gently hugged the elderly lady as they reached the passenger side door of Tammy’s car. “If you’d like, I could keep in touch and next time you are in the area, maybe we could get together?” Tammy offered, excited to have another resource should the need arise as things moved forward. “Oh yes!” the lady answered, clapping her hands together and then springing into action to get a pen and paper from the RV to write her information. While she was gone, Tammy decided she would help Missy get into the car. A thought dawned on her that she would never let Cammie ride in the front seat and it probably would be a concern to the grandmother to see a “young” child in the front seat. Following her instinct, Tammy opened the rear door and shuffled Missy to the edge of the seat, being careful to help swing her legs in as a confused Missy continued to nurse her binky and will the situation to completion. Missy raised her hands and then felt the seatbelt clasp at her side before the door was gently closed. She saw Tammy and the lady exchange information before they hugged again and Tammy got into the car. As they drove away from the ice cream stand, Missy felt years younger than when they had even arrived, and hardly even cared, simply relieved that the experience was complete. Missy turned to look out the window, her body suddenly feeling very sleepy. As she watched the telephone poles pass by her window, the rhythm of the road seemed to lull her further toward sleep. Eventually, her heavy eyelids convinced her to just let go, and, to Tammy’s delight, Missy fell asleep. Tammy drove as carefully as she could and decided that from here on out, Missy should be treated exactly as she would treat Cammie. As far as she could tell, Missy was embracing it and it seemed the only chance they would have to impress Dr. Hadley would be if Missy could, in fact, mimic the age of her mentee. As she finally pulled back into the apartment parking lot, Tammy made note of the overwhelming feeling of excitement that rippled through her body, looking forward to everything that lay ahead. She turned off the ignition and texted Mabel that they were back, asking if Mabel and Came could join them in the parking lot and to bring down the "new" stroller. Missy's eyelids fluttered open at the sound of the door opening. She felt her arms being grabbed and another arm under her legs as she was lowered into a seat outside the car. Before she could even make sense of it all, she saw Mabel kneel in front of her and snap some type of buckle across her lap. A bottle of milk appeared, and the binky was clipped onto a necklace as the bottle's nipple found its way up to Missy's lips. Almost instantly the seat began to move, leaning back as it arrived at the curve and then a slight push up before leveling off again on the sidewalk. As the seat continued moving, Missy just naturally drew in the warm milk and honey into her tummy, looking to her left and right to try and make sense of what was happening. Then, as if entering into a formation of some kind, another seat came up alongside of her. She turned to see Cammie sitting in a similar seat, suckling on a similar bottle, and together they watched as the world moved before them like a movie. There seemed to be chatter behind them, but neither Cammie nor Missy could be bothered with the conversation, instead content to finish their milk and look at the clouds as sunset approached.

Chapter 52: Road Trip Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess The first four dimensions we visited were busts. Not that we didn’t get anything from it, but I meant more that we apparently still didn’t have enough memories to connect to Aenonnos. We had a total of nine jewels now, but that wasn’t enough, so Rose and I scoured the memories left to us by Freya for another dimension that wouldn’t be too dangerous. Or messed up. Because whilst the musical dimension was fun, and the last dimension seemed cute and more... little-friendly... I didn’t like the sound of being registered as a little or having to spend my entire life singing about every little thought in my head. Charlie and Liv’s dimension was bad enough. Ours was... normally better but with the whole ‘Council becoming dictators’ thing... it was maybe a little bit too fucked up to enjoy. Alex and Paige’s universe was nice, but it was quite boring, very similar to the first Earth we visited on our little ‘road trip’ as Rose loved to call it. And Faith’s universe... well that was just wet. Very, very wet. I liked the grungy style of the city, the fact that it was floating was cool... but it also felt very unsafe. I suppose we were all from fucked-up universes. But who’s to say what universe isn’t fucked up? Every place has its darker side, it’s just some are more obvious than others. Paige had that whole mob boss owning her thing and her Earth is probably the safest of all of ours! I must admit though... I was disappointed that we didn’t encounter any other variations of us. According to Rose, there should be variations of us on each of the Earths we visited, she had already seen some before. But I guess because we were just dashing in, getting the jewel, and getting out... we didn’t have any time to find our variations. Which honestly makes me wonder what happened to the variations of us in the apocalyptic dimension... “So... where now?” I asked as we all huddled around the entrance to our sanctum, waiting to head straight back out as soon as we decided upon a destination. “There’s another earth that’s similar to the one I met Queen Rhea in.” Rose responded. I was so jealous of the fact that she had met other variations of us that I hadn’t. I swear once all of this is over, I’m getting her to take me to that universe. Because she already took the jewel from that dimension, there was no need to visit it for this adventure, and I’ve wanted to go there for like the past year! But she kept saying she’d prefer to go places she hadn’t visited before. I wanted to go to a Fairytale kingdom dammit! “From Freya’s memories?” Charlie asked. “Yeah. It’s a fantasy dimension. So you know... elves...” Rose was about to explain the one I also had in my memories, thanks to Freya, but Liv stepped forwards. “ELVES? GO! PORTAL! NOW!” Olivia yelled, cutting Rose off, instantly pointing at the entranceway where we conjured the portals. “Someone really wants to see some...” “PORTAL! NOW!” Liv growled. “Okay okay...” Charlie just shrugged her shoulders as Rose cast the portal away from us. “Normally I’d punish her for being such a demanding little brat... but seriously... you don’t want to get in her way when it comes to elves and stuff like that.” Charlie shrugged her shoulders and laughed. Before anyone could react, as soon as the portal stabilised... Liv ran right at it, jumping in without hesitation. “Liv...” Charlie sighed, quickly rushing in after her. “Come on then everyone... let’s go...” Rose ordered, shooing us all into the portal one by one until she and I jumped in together, closing it behind us. ------------------------------------------------- I didn’t know just how obsessed Liv was with elves. That girl was an expert at keeping secrets, because she had made no mention of her love for them before. But when we arrived... oh my god was she excited. Dashing about, greeting every elf in sight... it was like the shy little girl I knew just... disappeared, replaced by this nerd who couldn’t get enough of this fantasy setting. ‘Wow... Rose wasn’t kidding about this being a fantasy dimension. It looks just like out of that nerdy tabletop game Faith had told me about during her recovery.’ Elves, dwarves, Halflings... all the fantasy races were here, walking about as if everything was... normal. And my... what a place this was to look at. From the old tavern that looked like it was ripped out of that book about a ring that Liv tried to get me to read, to the blacksmith working at his forge... the muddy road going through the town, horses pulling along carriages full of supplies, horses being stabled by the side of the road... this place felt so... real. I mean, it was real, but after only seeing it in stories... it was weird being here. But then again I guess that’s what all our sisters felt when they found out magic was real. The thing that made it all too real... was the smell. It was even worse than Olivia’s messy nappies... ...and I guess mine too... grr. Anyway, Rose quickly cast a spell on us, dressing us up in outfits that were much more suitable for this dimension. Rose and I still had our robes, but instead of the more modern clothing underneath them, we had dark dresses on. The rest of our group were dressed in typical blouses and dresses, although Morgan and Alex had gear that looked like it was more suitable for an adventurer on. Lots of leather and tight-fitting clothing. Not going to lie... it was hot. Maybe I’d ask Rose to dress up like that some time... We all moved into the tavern, finding a table and sitting down. Rose ordered some ale for the bigs in our group, and milk for us littles, causing us all to blush at the same time. It was then that the issue I had been feeling since we arrived was brought up. Apparently Rose had felt it too. It felt like the jewel was drawing us to it, just like previous dimensions... although this time it felt like it was drawing us in opposite directions. We figured something must have happened to the jewel and it was split up. After a bit of discussion about how to find the jewel here, we decided it was best to split up into two groups, Rose leading one of them and me leading the other. That way we’ve both got a magic user who can defend each group as well as sniff out the jewel’s location. So heading out after our drinks, I took Morgan, Faith and Charlie and headed east, through the forest, towards the stronger of the two magic signatures. Rose took Alex, Paige and Olivia and headed west, to the nearby river, towards the weaker signature. My group found our half of the jewel buried within an Elven camp in the middle of the forest. Thankfully, I had Charlie there, who was definitely one of the more... diplomatic of us. Morgan had wanted to rush in, grab it, and fight anyone who tried to stop us. Faith wanted to be more like Paige and sneak in, stealing it. I... didn’t know what to do honestly. I wasn’t exactly a leader like Rose is. I know I can be bratty sometimes and a bit overly confident, and when I really need to I can think out of the box like that time I first impressed Rose in a duel, the one that let me ask her out. But right now, my brain reverted to ‘let the grownups decide’. Which was difficult, when one of the ‘grownups’ wanted to rush in without any thought. Like I said, thankfully we had Charlie here. She told us to wait back, hiding behind the large rock, as she walked into the camp, greeted the Elves politely and followed them into a nearby tent. About twenty minutes later, when Morgan was preparing to rush in to save her, Charlie walked out, unharmed, laughing and smiling along with the leader of the camp, a blonde elf woman who... no... ...who looked just like her. “Wait... is that a variation?” Morgan asked. “Of... me?” “Looks like it! You’re an elf in this dimension!” I laughed. “That’s so cool!” Morgan’s face lit up, the biggest smile appearing on her face. Charlie waved goodbye to the new Elven variation of herself and walked out of camp, back over to where we stood. “So... what happened?” I asked her. “I got it...” she said, holding up half of a jewel in the palm of her hand. “Let’s get back to town, see if the others have had luck with theirs. Liv is going to hate that we got to meet Elves...” Charlie laughed as we walked back through the forest to town. ‘She’s purposefully avoiding the question... what on Earth happened in that tent?’ We got back into the town to find the other half of our group awaiting us in the tavern. “So... how’d it go?” Rose asked as we sat down at the table we were sat at earlier. “We got it.” Charlie said, throwing her half of the jewel to her. “And you lot? Managed to find yours?” Rose clutched the other half of the jewel in her other hand, grinning like the cat who had just caught the mouse. “Found it on some Halfling warlock fishing by the river... who looked just like our partners...” Rose said, nodding at me. “Wait... no... seriously? We found your variation in the woods. She was an elf!” Faith said excitedly. “Wait... Charlie... as an... elf...?” Liv looked like she was about to faint from her fantasies, so she sat back and took a deep breath. “She was lovely. I was invited in because I looked just like her. I explained everything, and she said something about a prophecy, about ones who looked like her coming for the jewel. So obviously, she was happy to give it to me when I asked.” Charlie explained. “Wait... prophecy?” I asked, confused. “I think that’s something to do with the broken jewel. Maybe because it was broken in half, it only gave them each a partial vision? That’s probably where the prophecy of hers came from.” “So the Halfling version of me... did she have a vision too?” I asked Rose. “Yeah she did, which led them to believe they had to give it us when we turned up.” Rose replied. “So obviously somewhere in this vision in this jewel, there are mentions of us coming to rescue the Goddesses?” “Must be. Must admit... Halfling version of you Noelle... was pretty cute.” Rose smirked at me, causing me to blush and pout back at her. “Anyway, let’s go back to the Sanctum...” “Wait... so our variations on this Earth had half of the jewel each? That can’t be a coincidence?” Liv interrupted her once again. “It must be.” “But what about them? Surely we should introduce them to each other... maybe... you know... spark their bond a bit?” Suggested Olivia. “We can’t get involved sweetie. That would be unfair. If they are meant to be, they’ll come together, just like we all did.” Liv looked disappointed by that answer, I think we all felt that way. Which made Rose’s next action surprise us all. She waved her hand a bit, purple sparkles emanating from her hand before shooting off into the sky. “I didn’t say anything about giving them a little push...” She winked at Liv. “What did you do...” “We’ll come back after everything to see if they got my push...” Rose said, grinning and quickly shooing us outside the tavern. Conjuring a portal, we hopped in one by one until we were all back home at our Sanctum. And like we guessed... the vision was mostly about her planning with Miles, telling him the details of her visions of the future. Still no connection to Aenonnos though, after yet another failed attempt. ------------------------------------------------- Oh Goddesses... the next dimension... ...Umm... Okay so we really weren’t expecting what was to come from the next dimension on our list. From the memories we had of it, the ones given to Rose and I by Freya, we knew that this next dimension was different, and that it was friendly, but Freya had kept a few details out of the memories given to us. Which surprised us as we witnessed the unique feature of this universe. So up until now... every universe we’ve been to has been different. They’ve ranged in level of technology, magic, society... everything. But they all had one thing in common. Whilst all of them had some creatures that were different, like our magic dimension has demons and fae, they all were predominantly... human. This place though... As soon as we stepped out of the portal, appearing outside of what looked like a museum, we instantly felt out of place as we looked up at one of the inhabitants of this world. I was entranced. Her gorgeous green eyes... long, slender legs... thick, orange fur... ...her canine snout, her bushy tail... ...her fox-like ears... ...her paws... “OH MY GOD ARE WE IN A FURRY DIMENSION?” Paige shouted out loud, drawing way too much attention to herself. Alex covered her mouth with her hand and pulled her off to the side. ‘Wait... furries?’ The fox... woman... fox woman... whatever she was, looked down at us. She was dressed in normal clothes, just a simple blazer, shirt and jeans... but... she was a fox... but also a woman... umm... “I think they’re anthropomorphic animals... look around... there’s a dog man... an otter wearing a business suit...” Rose whispered to the rest of the group quickly, before the fox woman walked over, interested in our sudden appearance. “Umm... hello?” The fox woman greeted us, timidly. “Hello there.” Rose stepped up. “Umm... I’m sorry, but I have to ask... what species are you?” “We’re... human.” “Human? Never heard of them. You do look very strange though, are you from out of town by any chance?” “Yes! That’s exactly what we’re doing here. Let me introduce myself, I’m Rose. And you are?” “Kiahna. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve never seen a human before.” “Yeah, we’re rare...” Rose replied. ‘See... she’s so good at thinking on the spot...’ “So what are you doing here? Especially outside the Museum?” “We’re here for a jewel.” Liv blurted out, not thinking. “Oh! You must be here for the ruby. It’s a popular piece in the museum. You’re a bit late though if you were planning on seeing it, the museum is about to close.” “Ah damn.” Rose cursed. “You’re lucky... something about you feels... familiar.” “Sorry, but how is that lucky?” Asked Rose. “Because my girlfriend works in the museum. I was just about to drop off some food for her.” She tapped the satchel she had slung around her body. “She’ll let you in; probably let you stay after hours too.” “And you would do this for us? But we’re complete strangers...” “Something about you... I dunno... I like you lot. But in return... you have to answer a few questions about yourself. Mainly... what that blue portal thing you stepped out of was.” ‘Shit... she saw the portal...’ “You let us in, we’ll answer any questions you have.” Rose replied. “Deal!” She said excitedly, her mouth contorting into what I assumed was a fox’s way of smiling, as she signalled us to follow her. Walking into the enormous museum... it was very different to those we had seen on other Earths. We tried to take in as much information from the exhibits as we walked through the museum. It seemed as though these animal races had existed for millennia, from what their exhibits showed. It was as if they became the dominant species rather than humans. From the looks of it, humans died out millennia ago. People walking past looked at us, looking confused as hell and shrugging their shoulders as they left the museum. We reached a little office at the back, one tucked away from the general public. And as soon as we all shuffled in, I saw... another animal. Animal person. Whatever they’re called. “Hi Mumm... Kiahna.” The cat girl in from of us said, trying to hide her excitement and remain serious. “Hey babygirl...” Kiahna responded. “Mummy! But what about the... I’m sorry, but what are you?” The cat girl asked, turning to our little group. I looked at the feline woman in front of me... white fur, pink nose, dazzling blue eyes, about a foot shorter than her foxy girlfriend. Dressed smartly. However... If I wasn’t into it, I wouldn’t have noticed the thick padding underneath her skirt. My suspicions were confirmed when she crinkled as she moved. “These are some people I met just outside the museum. They came from out of town, here to see the ruby.” “I’ve told you before Mummy, it’s not a ruby! And why are you flaunting... you know... around them?” “Because they’re littles too. Or at least some of them are.” “Wait... what?” We all said in shock. My jaw could have hit the floor. “Look... my keen sense of smell is used to the smell of soggy nappies and baby powder... and four of you reek of it...” Kiahna laughed. All the littles in our group blushed, myself included. “So you’re a Mummy too?” Rose asked, as if this was a normal, everyday conversation. “Oh yes. My girlfriend here, Luna, is my little babygirl.” “You could tell we were into it? How?” “The way the smaller one shouted and how her Mummy handled her. It was obvious. That and the nappies.” “But what if we were just incontinent?” I asked. “Then you wouldn’t be in such thick nappies. I can tell...” “As could we...” Rose said towards Luna, her variations nodding with her. Luna, the kitty in front of us, started blushing. Or at least I think she did. I couldn’t properly tell with her soft, silky fur. “But anyway, babygirl, these lovely ladies wanted to see the ruby. And I said you could let them in to see it after hours.” “And why would I do that?” ‘Goddess... she sounds just like we do when we’re bratty...’ “Because your Mummy told you to. And because they’d tell us everything about humans...” “Wait... humans? Seriously? But I thought...” “I don’t think they’re from here, babygirl... I think they came through a portal...” “Wait... you know about...?” Rose stepped forward. “I figured. I’ve seen enough science fiction to know what a portal is. And humans died out millennia ago. You do look like the depictions though, so I played along.” Kiahna explained. “Wait... so you do know about humans?” “Well duh, my girlfriend works in a museum and she loves to talk about her work. Now babygirl... let’s go see that ruby.” ========================================================== So... new variations eh? :3 Haven't read my new story, Regression Echo? Go read the first few chapters! It's posted here! Link below! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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That is a complicated question, at least for me. I will be 71 next month. Today I ran a 5K under 44 min; not a great time - but, I finished and I have not done much in the way of preparation. My brain seems to think I'm in my 40's. My body feels older with the aches and pains - but I can't really put a number on it. Getting up from the floor can be tough, but I can spend 8 hours on my feet at my job with no problems. With regard to this site, I'm a DL (its mostly a way of coping with stress dating back to a traumatic event when I was young) not really into AB other than an occasional fantasy. So, enough rambling. How old I feel really depends on when you ask me.

It's time for the Prom... more specifically it's time for the twins to enact their dastardly plan to humiliate Joey. Joey is hoping for a quiet night and an opportunity to slip away afterwards but Megan has very different ideas. --- If you like what you read and would like to support me by helping me to pay for my groceries and mortgage please feel fre to check out my Patreon. Patrons get early access to all my stories for just $5 a month and for $10 you get to read everything I've written AND get access to 41 PATREON EXCLUSIVE STORIES! Every patron is very appreciated and allows me to keep writing as much as I do https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- --- Max and Mandy --- “I remember my prom…” Jane, the twins’ mother reminisced with a wry smile, “I went with a guy called Chad. He picked me up half an hour late and then got so drunk he passed out on the middle of the dance floor.” Max was waiting for the car in the large hall just inside the front door. Jane was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs nearby. Megan was in one of the downstairs bathrooms putting the finishing touches on her make-up whilst the twins’ father sat in the living room with his newspaper. “Sounds magical.” Max replied sarcastically as he glanced out the window at the driveway. “It was.” Jane continued, “I met your father that night. He was with some stuck-up bitch who thought she was better than the rest of us. What was her name, dear?” “Julia.” Anthony replied from his armchair just out of sight in the next room. “That’s right…” Jane scowled a little, “Bitch.” Jane looked a lot like her daughter sometimes and when she was feeling vindictive the resemblance was uncanny. She took great delight in knowing that out of everyone at their school she had been the most successful. Even her husband was a trophy, she had made it her mission on her prom night to stick it to Julia. “The car’s here.” Max called out as he looked through the window next to the front door. The sound of heeled feet clacked across the tiled floor. Megan appeared and looked through the window on the other side of the door. The car was rolling along the long drive. Megan pulled back with a big smile and could feel her heart fluttering. All the preparation was about to come to fruition. She could hardly believe this was the big night but she was fully prepared. She ran through her mental checklist one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it.” Jane said. She stepped forwards to hug each of her children, “Have a good night.” “Thanks Mom.” Megan replied with a smile. Max merely grunted in reply. Megan kept the smile plastered on her face as she watched her mom leave. As soon as she was out of eyesight the smile disappeared and she turned to face her brother. “Are you ready?” Megan asked Max. Max held out his arms and did a slow spin to show his sister that he was fully dressed. He could see Megan smirking at him as she rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.” Megan sighed, “You know the plan?” “Jesus, Megan, you’ve spent the last week talking of nothing else.” Max turned back to the window, “I know the plan backwards, forwards and upside down.” “Right, good, let’s go.” Megan said as she stood back from the window and dusted her dress down one last time, “Tonight we become legends.” Max rolled his eyes again but had to admit he was looking forwards to the fireworks. He opened the front door and stepped out with his sister beside him. He swaggered down the steps to the car and opened the door, he slid in and was followed closely by Megan. The two twins sat opposite their dates. “Hey, you look great!” Max said as he looked across at Fiona who giggled bashfully. Megan looked at Joey and waited for him to make a similar comment but her date remained silent. She saw the young man looking everywhere but at any of the other people. His shyness could be considered cute but to Megan it was just weakness. The car quickly lapsed into silence as it made it’s way towards the hotel where the party was. Megan sat back in her seat and crossed her legs. She didn’t stop watching Joey which clearly made his very uncomfortable. She enjoyed seeing him squirm and could only imagine what it would be like later on. When the car finally came to a halt Max was the first one to step out. Megan followed and then their two dates stepped out behind them. Megan saw Mandy coming with them towards the entrance and looked quizzical. “I’m a last minute chaperone.” Mandy said with a smile. “Oh.” Megan went through some mental arithmetic as she worked out whether this would make a change to her plan, “OK.” The five of them walked through the front doors. The lobby was filled with people in fancy looking clothes. Everyone seemed to be trying to outdo each other and look the best. A door to the side was open allowing flashing lights and loud music to leak out into the lobby. “Have fun!” Mandy said as she walked towards a table to sign in. Max put his arm around Fiona and the two of them walked into party. Megan saw Fiona looking a little cross, she got the feeling that her brother’s date didn’t appreciate his forwardness. It made no difference to her as long as they got through this night. She looked at Joey and waited for him to take her into the party but he was watching his sister walk away with a look of worry. “Come on…” Megan said finally. She reached out and took Joey’s hand and pulled him into the hall herself. --- Joey --- Joey was pulled through the doorway into a party that was already in full swing. It was the first party he had been to since a friend’s birthday party when they had been kids. The music was loud and the strobing lights disorientating. It was like stepping into an unknown alien world and Joey was left grasping at something that he could use as an anchor. “Why don’t you get us a couple of drinks?” Megan shouted over the music. Joey could smell her perfume when she leaned in. It was a fruity smell, something that Joey couldn’t quite pinpoint. It felt like such a weird detail to pick up on but his brain was being overloaded from all the new sensations and it picked the perfume smell as something it could actually work out. Clearly impatient with him, Megan pointed over to the refreshments table. Joey nodded his head and walked across the floor. It was strange seeing all the students and teachers outside of their regular setting. The table was busy but with no cost for anything it was a case of helping yourself. The only thing in limited quantity was alcohol, you had to hand in a token to get a beer and they were limited to two per person but Joey wasn’t interested in alcohol anyway. “He made it after all!” Charlie’s voice appeared close behind Joey causing the latter to turn. His friends were all there and smiling at him. “Hey.” Joey said. Unlike Joey, the people he hung out with didn’t seem to be having trouble in this new environment at all. They were all joking with each other and their dates as Joey picked up a couple of colas. “I can’t believe you’re hear with Megan!” George, a lanky friend of Joey’s said, his normally uncared for hair seemed to be almost dripping from the amount of gel he had put in it. “I know…” Joey replied. He tried to smile, to give the impression he wasn’t essentially a hostage of his date but he wasn’t sure it came across that way. “How did you score her?” This time it was Bobby talking. He pushed his glasses up as they slipped down his sweaty nose. “She asked me actually.” Joey answered. “Holy crap.” George shook his head, “She’s smoking hot, dude. Good job!” Joey tried his smile again. He saw that George’s date for the evening didn’t look too appreciative of his compliments towards another woman. Joey slipped away as she started haranguing the tall man. Joey had to avoid the many bodies and navigate a dance floor that was already packed before he found Megan sitting at a table and looking impatient. “Here you go.” Joey placed one drink in front of Megan and sat down next to her. Joey took a sip of his drink and looked out into the crowds. He saw his friends still over by the refreshments, people he barely knew were on the dancefloor laughing and gyrating against each other despite the teacher’s protests. Finally he saw Fiona and Max off to the side talking to another couple. What Joey wouldn’t have given to be the one Fiona was hanging on to… “Do you dance?” Megan asked. Joey quickly turned back around to his date. “Not really.” Joey answered truthfully. “You will tonight.” Megan smirked, “I’m not sitting here all night. Oh don’t look so shocked, what did you think happens at these parties? Pin the tail on the donkey? Musical chairs?” Joey took another drink and took a deep breath. The room was so crowded, Joey was scared to stand up again. It felt like a minefield out there and it would only take one moment where someone brushed against him for them to realise what he was wearing. He imagined dancing with Megan, her body moving closer and closer until she felt the diaper. He shuddered. He could imagine her face as she shouted about it… “I need some air.” Joey said quickly as he stood up, “I’ll be back in a minute.” Joey hurried from the busy room and back out into the lobby before Megan could say anything. He was panting slightly and he felt heat rising in his face, he thought he was about to have a panic attack. The fresh air hit Joey as he stepped out on to the porch of the hotel. It was quiet and the sun was setting but Joey was far from alone, he saw several people standing around. Some were smoking whilst others were talking to each other, there were two couples kissing on the bottom steps. Joey sighed as he sat on one of the steps and took some deep breaths. He was shaking and thought he might freak out, it was only gradually that he calmed down. After a couple of minutes the door behind Joey opened again but he didn’t turn around. He heard footsteps and then someone sat down next to him. He looked up and jumped as he saw Fiona looking out at the street. Joey felt his pulse quicken again. “Had to get out of there too, eh?” Fiona asked with a smile. “I’m not much of a party goer.” Joey replied quietly, “Just needed some air.” “I get it.” Fiona nodded her head a little and adjusted her dress. Joey’s attention was almost forced down for a second to her breasts. He looked away as quickly as soon as he realised what he was doing. Joey didn’t know what to say so he settled back into saying nothing. He looked at one of the couples with their tongues halfway down each other’s throats and found his mind drifting to the woman next to him. How he wished he was here with Fiona rather than Megan. He knew he should be going back inside but he dearly wished he could stay right where he was for the rest of the night. “I wished you’d have asked me earlier.” Fiona said with a sigh. Joey was startled and looked around to Fiona again. She had a look that suggested she was a little ticked off with how her evening was going. She sighed and looked up at the dark sky. “You’re not having a good time?” Joey asked quietly. “It’s fine. Max is fine, though he has no grace or manners or…” Fiona looked like she caught herself just before she started a long rant, “You just seem nice and I know I’d be having a better time if I had come with you.” Joey didn’t know how to react and from the way Fiona was looking at him he wondered where this was going. Was he imagining it or was she slowly leaning closer to him? His heart hammered and his stomach was tied in knots. He wanted nothing more than to embrace or kiss Fiona but he had never done it before. His mind flashed to Megan and her threat. He couldn’t do anything to upset her, the twins would no doubt make his life hell until he left for college. “I have to get back inside.” Joey said quickly as his face flushed red and he stood up. He was very conscious of the crinkle he heard as he backed away a step. He looked down at Fiona who looked very surprised. “Oh, erm, right.” Fiona looked hurt. She looked forwards and away from Joey again. “It’s not that I don’t…” Joey was tripping over his tongue as he stuttered to a stop. “It’s fine.” Fiona sighed, “I understand.” Joey opened his mouth and desperately wanted to say that he wished he was here with her rather than Megan but he felt a hand suddenly prod his back. He jumped and felt a hot spurt in his diaper. He turned to see Megan standing behind him and folding her arms across her chest. “It’s time to dance.” Megan said. It was a statement and no matter how much Joey might want to decline he knew it was an order rather than an invitation. Megan threw a filthy look down at Fiona before grabbing Joey’s hand. As Megan marched back into the party room Joey looked over his shoulder to Fiona. The beautiful woman remained on the step and staring out at the passing traffic. The music got louder as Joey walked back through the doors. He would’ve given anything to remain outside with Fiona. The room was hot and the air stuffy. Joey visibly winced when his ears were assaulted by the loud music, this was not his scene at all and he wished the night was already over. To the side of the room he spotted Mandy who was drinking and talking to one of his teachers. She waved when she saw Joey looking. “Just follow my lead.” Megan said once Joey had been taken to the middle of the dance floor. Joey watched Megan start to move but found it hard to force himself to join in. He had never danced before and he felt exceedingly stupid as he awkwardly swayed his hips in time with the music, he did his best to copy Megan’s movements but she was much more confident than he was. “No, like this.” Megan seemed to grow frustrated with Joey’s lack of effort and ability. Joey froze as Megan stepped forwards so she was virtually pressed against him. He felt like he was going to be sick as Megan’s hands went down to his hips. She moved his hips how she wanted him to dance and he felt the plastic against his skin get pressed under her fingers. Could she feel it? It felt impossible to miss. She was pressing her hand against the padding of his diaper but she wasn’t reacting at all. Realising he had to keep his secret more than anything Joey just started doing exactly what Megan wanted. He was thankful when Megan’s hands left his body and yet she had a small smirk on her face. Joey wondered if she felt something amiss, he prayed she didn’t realise what he had on under his pants. For a few minutes Joey felt like he was making a huge fool of himself as he mirrored Megan’s moves. His only goal was making sure Megan didn’t feel the need to get close to him again. He was sweating from the movement but also because of just how uncomfortable he was. Joey was panting as a song ended and instead of another song starting one of the school’s teachers came on to the stage with a microphone. Somehow it seemed like Megan didn’t notice his diaper in all this. “It’s now time to announce the Prom King and Prom Queen.” The teacher said as he opened an envelope, “As you know you’ve all been voting on this and now we can announce the results.” “I need to go.” Megan suddenly said. “Wha-” Joey started but Megan was already hurrying away. Pushing through the crowd as she disappeared into the mass of people. “Out of my way, nerd.” Max’s voice boomed as he pushed past Joey and nearly knocked him to the floor. He strode off in the same direction as his sister. Joey frowned and looked back the way Max had come. Fiona was stood ten feet away or so and looked just as confused as Joey. She shrugged when she saw Joey looking at her before turning back to the stage. The sound of a drumroll filled the air as the envelope was opened and the teacher pulled the paper out. Joey looked up to the stage but wasn’t all that interested. The prom in general was all about the popular kids having fun but this was just a straight popularity contest so the popular kids could pat themselves on the back and say they… “Joey Matheson and Fiona Grigg!” The teacher called out into the microphone. There was a gasp of shock in the room as everyone looked around at Joey. It took a couple of seconds for the words to register with Joey. Gradually the shock changed to applause and before long everyone was clapping both Fiona and himself. He looked at the newly crowned Prom Queen but she seemed just as shocked as he was. How did this happen when they didn’t even come to the prom together? “What’s going on?” Fiona leaned in to ask Joey as they met in the middle of the floor. She was frowning as if maybe Joey had set something up. “I have no idea.” Joey shrugged as people he had never spoken to patted him on the back like he was the captain of the football team. Joey wasn’t one of the popular students. He had a close group of friends but outside of those people he was basically invisible and he had always liked it that way. The idea that more people in his graduating class voted him to be king over anyone else was insane, it was literally unbelievable. He kept waiting for the teacher to say he made a mistake as he walked up to the stage with Fiona. As he looked out into the crowd he saw people that genuinely cared about their popularity scowling at him. “Let’s hear it for the Prom King and Queen!” The teacher called out again as Joey and Fiona walked up the steps and into the centre of the stage. Joey had to cover his eyes a little as a spotlight shined down on him and Fiona. He shook the outstretched hand of the teacher who then backed away allowing Fiona and Joey to wave at the crowd awkwardly. Joey felt a strange pride coming over him. He had never had any confidence and yet here he was, maybe people did like him after all! A small smile tugged at the corners of Joey’s mouth as he waved. He saw his friends and his sister whooping and hollering in joy and he pointed over at them. Crowns were placed on each of the pair’s heads and everything seemed surprisingly good. Joey felt Fiona take his hand in her and raise them into the air, just to be holding her hand felt awesome. Fiona was waving and laughing as well before turning to look at something over her shoulder. “What are you-” Fiona started. Joey was still looking out at the cheering crowd when it felt like time slowed down to a crawl. Everything that happened next felt like it occurred in slow motion though it can’t have been more than a couple of seconds. He felt a sudden pull on his pants. A strong grip that ripped downwards and caused his fly to explode open in front of him. He heard Fiona gasp as a sudden rush of cool air hit his newly exposed skin. Joey froze up as he saw people in the crowd cover their mouths and look down towards his crotch. The applause and cheering in the crowd died almost instantly. Faces of joy turned to shock and horror. Joey’s own face froze as his eyes widened. Everything seemed to happen so slowly and yet it can’t have been more than five seconds from when Fiona was cut off to now. Joey’s brain was processing everything so quickly but the sledgehammer of reality was slowly breaking through. His diaper was fully exposed, on stage, in front of the whole graduating year. This was literally his worst nightmare. “Your Prom King, ladies and gentlemen!” Megan’s voice blasted out over the microphone, “A diaper wearing baby!” As if the words triggered something deep in Joey’s brain he felt himself wetting his padding. He felt horror bursting over as some of the now silent crowd started to laugh. Joey looked around to see Megan with a victorious grin on her face next to Max who smirked in his superior way. Finally, Joey turned to Fiona whose eyes were as wide as Joey’s. She was staring down at the diaper where the padding was quickly growing darker. Heat was spreading through Joey’s face even faster than his rapidly swelling diaper. Joey couldn’t believe this wasn’t some horrible nightmare. The secret that had occupied his mind all throughout high school had been revealed in the cruellest possible fashion. He felt like his life was over, he could already imagine the pictures and video that would end up online. He burst into tears before he even knew he was going to cry. Sobs ran through his body as tears started flowing thick and fast down his face. Joey turned on his heels to run off the stage. His pants still hung around his ankles making his run more of an awkward waddle, it took an age for him to find sanctuary to the side of the stage. He could feel the warmth of his urine continuing to soak into the diaper and spreading to heat his thighs. “Joey!” Fiona called out. Joey didn’t stop. He hurried backstage as he loudly cried and only stopped to pull up his pants when he nearly tripped over, the frame of a door the only thing keeping him upright. The pants had been ruined by Max’s yank and now the buckle and zip were useless. He held them up with his hand as he hurried down a corridor until he found a door to the outside. “Joey…” Mandy’s voice came from just down the street. She had stepped out of another exit. With Joey’s embarrassing state now visible to people on the street he waddled over to his sister. As soon as he was within range he fell into a hug like a little lost child who had just seen someone they recognised. He looked up to Mandy and silently begged her to make everything better. Her face was white, the colour had drained away and she was clearly reeling from shock at everything that just happened. “Let’s get you into the car.” Mandy said softly. She was taking her jacket off and wrapping it around Joey’s waist, “Everything’s going to be OK, I promise.” As Joey got into the hired car and leaned back against the padded seat he didn’t see any way for his sister to make good on her promise. He felt like he would have to leave town and change his name to leave all this behind. He expected Mandy to get into the driver’s seat to take him home but she started walking back towards the hotel with purpose. “W-Where are you going?” Joey hiccupped in between sobs. “To make sure there is some proper justice.” Mandy replied darkly.

That rarest of all things has happened. A relatively mainstream outlet has made a video on ABDLs that is both informative and non-sensationalised! Thought it was a very good representation of ABDLs

People are sharing the adult problems that nobody prepared you for And people wonder about why ABs exist.

Freight train locomotives all have bathrooms lol. Hugs, Freta

I have always had such a rush of feelings and emotions at the thought of being tied up in front of others, to be embarrassed in public. Seeing somebody bound in a movie, and everybody just acting as if it is normal, or as the object of attention has always given me shivers and chills. I would place myself in their helpless place, and feel the helplessness in my mind. If I knew a tie up scene was going to happen in a movie I would quickly get up to go do something and watch the scene from around the corner, because I just knew if I watched it where others could see me, they would surely see inside me and know I wanted that in my heart of hearts. Today’s trip was planned ahead of time, with my good friend Sama. Sama knew exactly how I felt and what kinds of things got me worked up, because we were best friends, and she too had kinky desires, but was far more daring than I. It was not often I got up the courage to do something daring in public., so when I did we tried to go all out. I first dressed for the occasion fully. Sama arrived at my apartment on a nice spring day with two bags of ‘equipment’. She handed me one and told me to put on everything that was in the bag. When I was done I was to come out and show her, then she would complete my getup. I took the bag into my room and poured out the contents onto the bed. I grabbed the first item and held it up, it was a thick babyish diaper, for adults. I undressed, lay down on the bed and taped it snugly around my waist. It fit amazingly, and the soft material, the way it crinkled, and felt puffy was enough to get my heart pumping. I put on the while bodysuit next, it fit comfortably and held everything in place. Next in the bag was a pair of pink plaid, and short overalls, something a toddler might wear, but in my size. I slipped them up my legs and over the diaper, the material hugging my body in a comforting and loving embrace. For my feet I put on lace trimmed ankle socks and slipped my feet in my black mary janes. I put my long black hair in two buns toward the back, letting my bangs hang over my forehead. Taking a look in the mirror the image of a gothic baby peered back at me, I was cute as hell. Taking a deep breath I made my way into the living room to show Sama her handiwork. She squee’d with excitement, clapping her hands and making baby noises at me. “Time to complete the look” she affirmed as she opened her other bag. “Close your eyes until I tell you that you can open them.” I closed my eyes and wondered what was coming next. I felt a belt go around my waist, being threaded through belt loops on the overalls. Next I felt a soft and thick material being slid over my right hand and it was closed around my wrist. “Try to use your hand to grab my fingers,” she instructed. I reached my fabric enclosed hand and tried to grasp hers, but the thick fabric rendered my grip nearly nonexistent and left me with nothing but a soft and useless grip. “Perfect” she stated, “now let me get your other hand taken care of.” In no time my left hand was also enclosed and helpless. From this point on I was completely dependent on her. “Now, no movement, no sound, I have a few more things to do. First, go ahead and slip your hands in your pockets” she said. I did as instructed and felt her do something at my wrists where the mittens strapped on. “Ok, now try to pull your hands out of your pockets,” she instructed. I tried to do this simple task but found I could not do so, the wrist part of the mittens was attached to the belt. Every tug on my wrists was useless and did nothing more than to pull the outfit more snug around me. “Holy cow” I said, I cannot move them at all, my arms are essentially useless. “Go look in the mirror and see,” she said. “I walked toward the bathroom and gazed at the baby in the mirror. To any observer I just looked like I had my hands in my pockets, nothing more. “This is so effective” I started to say when I saw her come up behind me and in seconds I had a large pacifier strapped on my head. I opened my mouth to speak but only mumbles came out. The gag was large and effective. I mpphed at her, I couldn't go out gagged, that was way too obvious. She just laughed at my attempts at talking and reminded me that I could just wear a mask over. Covid was essentially gone where I lived but some people still wore masks, so shortly I had a gator mask around my lower face, which hid the gag effectively. “Shall we?” she asked. She grabbed my keys, her purse, and locked the door as we left. She guided me down the hall and to the front door of my building. I peeked out the front door and it looked clear, nobody in sight. Sama took my arm in hers and guided me out. Once we were outside she said “oh shoot, I forgot something in your place, brb.” She quickly ran inside and closed the door, leaving me locked outside, tied up, and helpless. I tried to make noises at her but there was nothing I could do. An older couple walked by and said hi from the sidewalk, I just sheepishly nodded my head.

I definitely don't feel my age, I'd say adult me is in his late teens, and little me is 11 or 12.

mentally im probably 2 but since i was told that the age you remember abuse starting at is where your mental development stops(for lack of the right term) probably a very immature 4, physically im in my 40s(just over 4 decades of being here WAY too long) and if i try to use the belt sander, ill feel like im in my 80s.

Will second a similar experience... Was toilet trained by 2.5 years old, and never was given diapers for any kind of bedwetting (had bedwetting issues briefly maybe when I was 5, here and there, but no more than that). So for me it definitely wouldn't simply have been being exposed to Goodnights or whatever that did it...I think that mother claiming that is reaching a bit. And would echo the 're-visualizing ourselves in some sense to make that wrong right'. My best guess in my case? Jealousy of the attention my baby sibling got around the time I was becoming self-aware / have my earliest memories (3-4 years old). There was trauma after those points that reinforced coping in that way and bam, here were are.

I feel like I'm 60. I'm in bad shape and is using high blood pressure medicine.

That's my Little age too!?????????? Looks like you and I have something in common!???????♥️??

I’m 61, but definitely feel younger till my body says otherwise like now with a messed up back, I do stay in shape as much as possible Now if your talking when I’m in diapers, we’ll definitely a baby age of about 1

Physically? Ancient. I have bad knees and joints that make getting around painful and a struggle. Mentally? Adultish. Emotionally? Childish mostly. Sexually? As an asexual that never understood the whats, whys, hows, or attraction of sex, I'm in that weird area where sexuality and gender don't exist.

I myself was trained out of diapers by 20 months of age during the day and dry at night by two and a half years. I stayed that way until I retrained myself as a bedwetter through prolonged 24/7 usage at around 55. It seems there is more than one road that leads to the destination in which we find ourselves but all of those roads have something in common. Diaper usage has become iconic, emblematic and/or conflated with something we wanted but either didn’t get or lost deep in our childhood. In using our diaper-therapy (because that’s what it is), we are re-visualising ourselves in some sense to make that wrong right. Or, we’re just plain weird… Or both…

i wish you worked around here, and had money to pay for services, we have work that needs done, cant do it, roof leak, floor rot, no plugins outside, septic line needs worked on a bit(no reducer from the T to the 3 inch), oh well. you might have made a bit of a mistake saying you do construction, i get very fascinated by carpentry, and have LOTS of questions. im not employed, im on ssi, but i take care of my mom to the best of my ability, id love to be able to work, but even if i could get to a place to work, if im not here, or im asleep when her sugar falls, she will die, i cant have that happen. this wont help me at all, but have you considered starting a charity thing to help those in your area who have homes they cant fix? or if you have faith, a carpentry ministry? id be happy to scan my drawings of homes for something to work on for that kind of thing(ive been known to "build on paper", draw out each and every plate, joist, stud, rafter, header, im no where near a carpenter but i am a bit of a carpentry nerd)

Chapter Three “Ella Smith 1870-1907” “Hello, Ms. Smith.” the slightly pudgy woman with the rosy cheeks and broad smile that looked like it might actually be causing her physical pain with how wide it was chirped happily from behind her desk, “My name is Franny Feldstein and I will be your case worker.” she explained. I stared at her dumbly for a moment, “I’m sorry, case worker for what, Ma’am?” I asked. She made a pitying head tilt and pout, “Oh, I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, honey, but you’re no longer living.” she said, her bright demeanor dimming to something closer to reverence before shifting back to bright and perky, “But, on the bright side, if we can get you to come to terms with your passing, you’re eligible to be a case worker like me!” she explained. I looked down at myself and yelped, my arm moving to cover my bare breasts and my hand shooting between my thighs to cover the rest of my indecency, “Why am I nude?!” I exclaimed, the last word coming out in a whisper in case anyone else were around to hear that I couldn’t see. “Well, what’s the last thing you remember?” she asked me. My memory was fuzzy, images swirling in my head with no rhyme or reason to them, but when I closed my eyes they became clearer. “I was at the-” I hesitated. “Dear, I already know everything that happened, so there’s no reason to be shy.” I heard her say, the smile in her voice like a warm hug that also kind of made you feel ill at ease. I nodded, “I was at the brothel.” I told her, feeling no shame or embarrassment in revealing the truth freely, no hotness in my ears or cheeks and no chewing of my lower lip. “I’m at the brothel at least once a week.” I continued, hearing the clacking of typewriter keys and agreeable noises from Franny. “What do you do at the brothel?” she asked. “Delilah works at the brothel.” I said, the fiery redhead filling my mental image. “She and I have known each other for a number of years and we have a sort of,” I couldn’t quite decide, now that I had to put a word to it, what Delilah and I actually were to one another, “unique relationship.” I finally decided. More clacking. “What were you and Delilah doing at the brothel?” her cheerfully toothy grinned words asked. Again, the lack of apprehension and shame I was feeling was thrilling to me, “I was nursing from her breasts.” I said. “She works at the brothel, but she was with child and hasn’t gotten back to work quite yet, but the manager of the brothel wouldn’t let her keep the baby and she was complaining about her breasts aching on account of how full they were with milk.” I explained. “We started playing a game where I was her baby and she was holding my head in her arms and letting me drink her milk.” I continued. The rapid fire clacking of the typewriter continued. “I’d emptied one breast and was working on the other when she started touching me in my lower parts and, as I said, she and I have a unique relationship, so I spread my legs to give her better space to work her magic,” I explained, and then my mental image shifted and nothing happy or good was happening, “I knocked the table with the oil lamp on it with my leg when she hit a particularly good spot and then the room was filled with smoke and fire.” I said, my voice catching in my throat as the image of Delilah yanking me from her breast and shoving me away from her so she could hurry to the door, the force of her shove sending me sprawling to the floor inches from the flames. “Ella.” Franny said softly, her hand on my shoulder, “You don’t need to relive the pain, honey.” she said softly, her eyes looking into mine with sympathy when I opened them. “Did Delilah get out safely?” I asked. Franny smiled, less so than she had been, but still a patented Franny Feldstein smile, “That’s not something you need to worry about, dear, all you need to do is tell me honestly that you accept your passing on and feel no need to concern yourself with your life as it was or the people in it.” she said, almost sounding like she was reading the words she was saying aloud with how practiced and polished they were. I was silent for a moment, thinking about what she wanted of me and nodded my agreement, “I accept that I’m dead, Ms. Feldstein, and I have no concern about my life or the people in it.” I lied. ********* I didn’t think my lie would work, I thought the ever chipper and sweet Franny would know immediately and chastise me and tell me I’d blown my chance to be a case worker like her, but she didn’t and I was whisked away to orientation for new case workers where I got a mental upgrade so I knew everything that had happened in the span of human history up to the date of my death and kept learning new things as they happened in the mortal world. I was given a living space far larger than the room I died in, the room that I secretly shared with Delilah and slipped out the window of before the man running the brothel came to rouse the women. I knew I could furnish the living area any way I wanted, but I lacked inspiration, and my room was little more than a ratty mattress and a candle on a stand in a basin of water for however long it was until Mira showed up at my door. ********** “Don’t look so shocked.” was all she said as she clicked past me into my living area. “God, isn’t this depressing.” she said as she surveyed my bare room. “When did you-” I started to ask, “I mean, how did you-” I tried again. She sighed, “None of your concern.” she said flatly, “I’m here because I’ve been appointed Overseer of Grid Eight Thousand Four Hundred and Twelve, and that makes me your boss.” she continued, “When I learned that you were one of my caseworkers, I looked at your file and decided I’d come directly to the source for answers to the questions I have.” she said. “Questions about what?” I asked. “Well, since I had little information aside from the fact that you died in a fire in a brothel, I wanted to know more and learned that you were romantically involved with a whore there.” she said, her eyes staring at me intently. “Don’t call her that.” I said petulantly. She smirked, “What should I call a woman that commits carnal acts with men for money?” she asked. I knew what I called her, but that never made it into the report because I’d only thought it but never said it out loud, “Delilah will be fine.” I said coldly. She shook her head, “I blame myself for your behavior, you know.” she said, “Mother dying when you were barely three, and then that horrible business with Father.” she added. “You were broken for such a long time and I didn’t do enough to snap you out of it and it stained you and turned you into a deviant.” she explained. I gritted my teeth, “I wasn’t a deviant, I was lonely.” I hissed. She almost looked sympathetic, “Lonely because you wanted what no one in their right mind would give you.” she said bluntly, “Admit it, some part of you wanted to go back to that period of time after Father died when you had me taking care of your every need.” she commanded. I shook my head, “No, I wanted to be loved and you-” I stopped. “Say it.” she ordered. I sighed, “You gave up on me and left me with people that didn’t care about me, didn’t love me, and treated me like there was something wrong with me.” I said wearily. “A grown woman incapable of caring for herself is a woman with something wrong with her.” she said, “You were a burden, and it pains me to say that, but your constant need to be looked after and cared for was smothering me and I needed to get away and find a life of my own and thrive.” she explained. “Did you?” I asked. She nodded, “I married and had three children.” she told me. I forced a smile, “I died in a brothel fire because a woman I loved and called ‘Mama’ pleasured me so well with her fingers while I sucked the milk from her tits that I accidentally kicked over the table with the oil lamp on it.” I said sadly, “I guess we both lived exciting lives.” I added. “That’s what I mean, Ella, you needed a mother and I wasn’t able to be that for you.” she said, “I tried my best, but caring for an eleven year old that wets and soils herself and refuses to stop sucking her thumb, that cries for everything rather than speak is exhausting.” she explained. I nodded and swallowed my rage down, “You remember what made me that way, you only saw Father for a moment after he fell off the roof,” I started, hating the feeling of wanting and needing to cry but being unable to, “he landed a foot away from me, his blood sprayed out onto my face and dress and I had to listen to his dying breath croak out of the side of his neck as my brain tried to come to terms that my Father looked like a snail with no shell all curled up on himself with his head turned the wrong way around and his eyes staring at me but not seeing me.” I said, “So, I am forever apologetic that my traumatic experience wasn’t part of your grand design for a happy life, but fuck you, Mira.” I spat. She cleared her throat, “You’ve been doing excellent work, Ella.” she said, moving past me toward the door with hurried clicks of her heels, “I do have concerns that you’re slightly more attached to your clients than you should be, but you’re still doing an excellent job.” she added before she opened the door and slipped through it, shutting it gently behind her. ********* After Mira’s first visit, I redecorated, her visit inspiring me to explore the limitless potential the ability to create something from nothing could afford. The more I thought about my past and my relationship with Delilah, and Mira herself, the younger the furniture and decoration became until the space was suitable for an infant my size and shape to make me feel small when I lay in the crib or the pram or the playpen, and I made sure that I was securely pinned into enough layers of toweling diapers to make walking an awkward waddle until I gave up and merely crawled everywhere in my living space. Work continued normally, cases resolving without issue and downtime spent in a blissful baby paradise of my own making, and then I met Lucy and discovered the one thing I’d been missing, the key ingredient in my otherwise perfect afterlife, a playmate. ********* D.E.A.T.H. has a regular competition for the case workers and reapers to build morale and foster interdepartmental teamwork where the case worker with the highest successful close rate and the reaper with the highest successful transition rate get to meet and spend some time together, and Lucy and I just happened to be the winners shortly after I’d decided that my afterlife was going to be far more focused on the little side of me that had always been there but had never truly been nurtured. Lucy had shown up to the meeting in an adorable sun dress, white with little daisies adorning it her little feet encased in frilly white ankle socks and black, patent leather shoes secured with a strap over top of her feet. She was wearing her hair in tight braids at that time, the top of her head sprouting dozens of the lovely looking strands of woven hair. I adored her the moment I saw her, and inadvertently came off kind of crazy. “Oh, my goodness, aren’t you just precious!” I gushed, reaching out to feel the thin, soft fabric of the sleeve of her dress. “How old are you, sweetie?” I asked in the tone one reserves for small children you may not expect to be able to accurately answer the question. She shifted her weight to one side to pull her sleeve free of me and looked up with annoyance, “Well, I was four when I died, but that was about sixty years ago, so, old enough for you to not talk to me like that.” she said. I was mortified, deathly afraid that I’d ruined a potential friendship in a matter of seconds, “I am so sorry, I meant no disrespect, I-” I started to stammer out an apology before a smile broke out on her face. “I’m joking.” she said simply. “I mean, I don’t like it when people just assume I’m a child because I look like one and dress like one, but I’ve gotten it enough in my time to understand the reaction.” she explained. I sighed in relief, “I really am sorry, I just love the fact that you’re comfortable dressing that way.” I said. She gave a non committal shrug, “This is how girls my age dress.” she said simply, “I tried the whole ‘business ready’ thing, but I do not look this cute in a dress meant for women in the secretary pool.” she explained. “It just feels more right to me to dress like a four year old.” she added. I was so jealous I thought for sure she’d ask why my eyes were green all of a sudden, “Do you wear diapers?” I blurted out suddenly, too slow of brain to keep the words from erupting from my mouth. She raised an eyebrow, “Never gotten that one before.” she said, “No.” she quickly added, “Do you?” she asked, a small smirk on her face. We’re free to be open and honest about who we are in the afterlife, there aren’t societal standards and biases to navigate, there’s no pressure to hide your weirdness if you don’t want to because everyone is what they are and everyone is dead and no one cares because the job is the only thing you have going on, so I pushed my will to change my modest, professional attire to match Lucy’s, but with a thick diaper pinned around my waist peeking out beneath the hem of my new dress. Lucy’s eyes went wide and her smile seemed to grow in slow motion as she looked me up and down and lifted the hem of my dress to see my diapers, “Well, you’re not as cute as me, but damn if you don’t have a natural cuteness.” she said. “It’s not silly looking?” I asked. She shook her head, her braids softly swaying and lightly pattering against her head, “Did I expect to see a grown woman dressed identically to me but with great big diapers on today?” she asked, “No.” she answered, “But that doesn’t mean that you’re not really cute dressed like that.” she added. “Thank you.” I said softly. “I was,” I started to say, “When I was alive I had a woman that I had feelings for and I didn’t realize that the way I felt when I was with her was less about her and more about me and who I am, now that I have the ability to dress however I want and have anything I want, I’ve been exploring that part of me.” I explained. Lucy listened to me and nodded, “When I was alive I was just a kid, I didn’t think about life and death and stuff, just having fun with my sisters and being a good girl for my mama,” she said, her voice somber, “being here gives you insight into everything that comes with living a life and it’s up to you if you want to be resentful on missing out on it or embrace it in any way you can and try and be happy.” she explained. I smiled at her, “I have dolls if you’d like to come to my place and play.” I offered. She giggled and nodded, “You know, I was worried about who I was going to meet today.” she said, “I was sure I was going to have to fake my way through an awkward get together and go back to my normal routine with nothing to show for it.” she explained. “But?” I pushed, my smile growing. She took a spot beside me and interlocked her little hand in mine, “But, I think maybe I’ve made my first friend in this place.” she said, looking up at me with a smile to match my own. ********* Lucy and I became best friends quite quickly after that meeting, we played with my dolls back at my place and she admired my nursery and insisted I show her all my outfits and, as it turns out, she got some ideas for new outfits of her own based on some of the things I showed her, confessing that she hadn’t considered dressing younger than her apparent four years, but was in love with how much cuter the rompers and toddler dresses made her look. As time went on, the world of the living advanced and invented, and because we at D.E.A.T.H. need to be knowledgeable about the world of the living to deal with the arriving dead, I became aware of disposable diapers and replaced my collection of cloth ones with them. The sound they made when I crawled around was intoxicating, the subtle rustle of plastic filling my ears made me wish I wasn’t dead so I could more appropriately explore the feelings I had but that had evaporated when my heart stopped beating. It was the 80’s on Earth, and I had a case, a lovely old lady that calmly accepted her passing, sharing sweet anecdotes about being with her husband again, the usual everyday circumstances I experienced, but we’d gotten some new technology to use that allowed us to see the world of the living, a way to show the recently deceased how their family and friends were handling their death should the need arise, and the old woman had mentioned that she was worried about her granddaughter, Allison, so we peeked in on her to allay her fears and she passed on shortly after, leaving me with a front row seat to Allison’s life. Allison had hair like a waterfall on fire and skin so pale she seemed like a China doll rather than a living breathing person, and I fell instantly in love with her despite my best intentions. The rule given to us when we got the upgraded technology was that we weren’t to use it for anything but an individual case, but I couldn’t help myself, this young woman was so perfect and beautiful that I found myself sitting and staring at her as she went about her normal daily routine. When Allison went grocery shopping, I was on the aisle with her, imagining conversations about cereal as I slipped my hand in her back pocket and she put her arm around me, when she was alone in her bed at night I imagined sneaking below the covers to gently wake her with kisses and soft licks to her most delicate flesh. I imagined fantasy scenarios where she was a caregiver to me as Delilah had been, my lips around her perfect, pink nipples as she lightly caressed the front of my diaper, urging me to use it for her, I imagined scenarios where she replaced Lucy as my playmate and we crawled around in our diapers giggling like silly babies before the realization that we were women in love suddenly struck us and we ravaged one another on the floor beside our used and discarded diapers. Allison eventually found a boyfriend, and I toyed with the fantasy of being in my crib while she and him had sex in her room, but it didn’t bring me the same happiness as the fantasy of being with her myself did. Mira snapping her fingers in my face brought me out of one of my daydreams one day in her office, she tended to be more theatrical than I cared for, so while she sat and built ambiance or dread in me or whatever she was doing it for, I was imagining a bath with Allison that was leaning toward making us more dirty than clean, “I assume you’re thinking of that girl you’ve been spying on.” Mira said disapprovingly. I snapped to attention and gawked up at her stupidly. “Did you really think you could log,” she went to her desk and picked up a paper, read it and looked up at me in disgust, “Seventeen thousand hours, Ella!” she shouted, slamming the paper down, “Seventeen thousand hours watching this woman!” she repeated, “What possible reason could you have for spending that much time watching a living woman?” she asked. “She’s beautiful.” I said softly, my eyes on the floor like a chastised child. “Look at me when you speak to me, Ella!” she snapped. My head shot up and I looked at her as she asked, “She’s beautiful and I love her!” I yelled. Mira sighed heavily and massaged the non existent headache in her temples, “Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said calmly, “you’re going to stop watching her, and forget she exists, am I understood?” she asked. “No!” I snapped, “What harm am I doing by watching her?!” I shouted. “It’s not like she knows I’m watching her!” I added. Mira shook her head, “Why are you such a shortsighted child?!” she growled in frustration. “You falling in love with her makes you want to be with her, right?” she asked. I nodded sheepishly. “Okay, so if you’re dead and she’s not then that’s a pretty big wedge between you, right?” she asked. As far as relationship hurdles go, that was a big one. I nodded again. “So, your options become, she dies so you’re with her here, or you become a ghost to be with her there, and neither of those things are healthy to strive for.” she explained. I opened my mouth to argue. “No!” she snapped. My mouth closed instantly. “Repeat after me,” she commanded firmly, “I, Ella Smith,” she said. I sighed, “I, Ella Smith,” I repeated joylessly. “Will listen to my boss and older sister, Mira,” she continued. “Will listen to my boss and older sister, Mira,” I repeated after a moment of hesitation. “and promise to stop watching Allison Jefferson and forget about her and never, ever, do something as stupid and reckless as what I’ve been doing.” she concluded, looking at me expectantly with her arms folded across her chest. “and promise to stop watching Allison Jefferson and forget about her and never, ever, do something as stupid and reckless as what I’ve been doing.” I repeated, my spirit withering like a flower in the desert as the words left my lips. Mira’s heels clicked on the floor as she came to me and knelt down, her hands going up to my cheeks to hold them softly, “I know how hard it is to be lonely here.” she said softly, “I know how frustrating it is to not be able to,” she hesitated, looking uncharacteristically embarrassed, “I miss my husband and being able to enjoy his touch.” she said, pivoting to a more palatable way of saying she was horned up as much as her degenerate sister, “This thing with Allison is not the way to make those feeling go away for you, sweetheart.” she said, her tone changing to one I hadn’t heard since I was a young girl, a tone of sisterly love. I looked into her eyes, wishing crying was something I could do, “Why can’t you be this nice to me all the time?” I asked quietly. She sighed softly and kissed my forehead before she stood up and adjusted her outfit to be smooth and professional looking once more, “Because it’s my job here to make sure you do your job,” she said, clip clopping back to her seat, “not be your mother and baby you.” she said coldly. I scoffed and stood up, “For the record,” I said softly, “All I wanted was for you to be a compassionate fucking human being, Mira, blood aside, just go five fucking minutes without being an icy bitch to me.” I snapped before leaving her office. To Be Continued…

So this past week was my mom's birthday! Happy birthday Mom!?????✨ And I said how old are you again?! She said "72, but I DON'T feel 72, I feel like I'm in my mid-60s." And she said, how old do you feel Jesse?! And I said, "I feel like I'm 30." But I know I'm NOT. And she said, "you're 30 in terms of maturity." and I was like, "Definitely!" LOL!??????? So I have a question for you guys, how old do YOU feel?!???♥️????

Writers tell stories. To me that means first or third person, which can be mixed and mingled as long as the voice is consistent in a scene. I do not read anything written in 2nd person because I am a cranky baby that does not like to be told what to do by a complete stranger.

Chapter Ten The morning went smoothly. Kione ate breakfast, drank a lot of juice to sate her thirst, and even socialized with a few of the other Blueberries. But as breakfast was wrapping up, Kione noticed Ellie heading down the hill in a bright red dress. Quickly, Kione got to her feet and hurried after her. "Ellie!" By the time that Kione caught up with her, even though she was running down hill, the constant battle to stop from tumbling over from the thick padding between her legs meant that Kione was completely out of breath. "Ummm... hi?" The girl in the pretty red dress looked Kione up and down with a curious expression on her face. "It's me, Kione. From uh... that Joining thing. Remember?" "Oh, yeah!" Recognition spread across Ellie's face. "You're the other new kid." "Something like that," Kione laughed, rubbing the side of her head. She didn't think 'kid' was the appropriate noun there, but beggars couldn't be choosers. "So you were taken by the Cherries?" "Yeah, it was terrifying..." Ellie sighed. "I barely slept a wink last night..." "Zee says you probably won't get abducted again, if it helps any..." Kione sure hoped Zee was right. "So, how are you... uh... holding up?" "Oh, you know..." Ellie looked a little uncomfortable and looked down at her feet. Kione couldn't tell if she was diapered or not; her dress was too loose and she hadn't been watching her walk. Suddenly, Kione grew a little self conscious and tried to hide the pacifier clipped to her shirt. "Y-yeah..." Kione nodded in agreement, shyly. Awkwardly. "What's it like? What have you been up to? The Limes live in a big treehouse, and the Blueberries are in a big plastic maze." "Oh," Ellie nodded, "Well I got picked by the Bananas that first day, and they live in a big wooden playground fort, like, it's soooo big. I was worried about splinters, but I didn't get any. Lots of slides, too, and monkey bars and stuff. But it was all on the ground, not like... up in a tree." Kione didn't think she'd care quite so much about this, but from a strict curiosity standpoint, it was really interesting. The forts were barely visible from the blacktops, and standing on her own hill she could only make out the rough shapes and themes of the other Nations. "What about the Cherries?" Kione couldn't help but ask. "We live underground in little hidey homes, like... like in The Hobbit? Or like bears?" "Is it dirty?" "No, not really. Everything is covered in plastic, but it gets kind of dark." The two of them stood awkwardly side by side. Neither of them moved. Kione didn't even know what to ask; how could she explain any of this? And whose side was Ellie on? The Cherries and Blueberries were enemies, but everyone played so well together on the playground. "I don't know how to get out of here," Kione said, testing the waters. "The Matrons seem to vanish, and the grass looks like it goes on forever..." "I tried leaving my first day," Ellie sulked. "You can walk all you want, but you don't go anywhere." The thought had crossed Kione's mind, but she had written it off as ‘too easy’ early on. She was happy to have some validation in her theory, and now she knew her and Ellie were on the same page. "We'll figure it out," Kione smiled. "At least we've got each other, right?" But Ellie didn't look like that brought her any relief. "The Cherries say..." Ellie looked uncomfortable with what she was saying, and she looked over her shoulder almost nervously before lowering her voice. "They say that Blueberries are too far gone and that if we want to have a hope of going through the Ever After, then...well..." "Oh..." Kione mumbled softly, and rubbed her arm. "The Blueberries seem really nice?" "They're the smallest, Kione, and everybody says they're pretty much going to be here forever." That didn't make any sense to Kione, though. Wasn't the point here to be small? The diapers, the pacifiers, wasn't that what it all meant? "I don't understand?” Kione admitted. "You wouldn't," Ellie sighed, crossing her arms. "We're allowed to play with you, but we can't be friends. We're kind of like... babysitters, I guess?" Kione balled her hands tight around the pacifier she was trying to hide and scowled at Ellie. Babysitters? Really? "Yeah, so I guess you don't wear diapers either, huh? Because you just love missing out on entire days of your life?" Kione knew it was a low blow; Ellie had been so upset when she realized how long she had been away. "Of course we wear diapers," Ellie said simply. "Because that's the responsible thing to do. That's how you act like a big kid, Kione. You wear your diapers, you trust the Matrons, and you earn points for your Nation. You don't throw a tantrum and wind up losing a day, or have to spend time in the Chapel getting babysat. That's Blueberries behavior. Or Limes. Not Cherries." "You're just doing what you're told because you don't know what else to do," Kione shot back. "You keep 'othering' me and my team because you're too scared to think you're in the same boat. It's not brave or grown up to rationalize your actions.” "Yeah well..." Ellie crossed her arms and took half a step backward. It was hard to win an argument with Kione when she got fired up; years of psychology classes and doctors that thought they knew better than her made sure of that. "Yeah well what?" Kione shot back. "Are you going to say something about how I'm a Blueberry and I wouldn't get it?" "I was going to apologize," Ellie said sharply. "But you’re such a brat, you don’t deserve it." Then she turned and walked down the hill. "You’re the brat!" Kione called after her. Kione could see quite plainly that Ellie was waddling. Actually, she was waddling more than most... more even than Kione. Was she in a thicker diaper? Or was Kione just better at walking in diapers than she thought? "Well, that didn't go as planned," Kione muttered to herself in irritation. She fiddled with the clip on the pacifier and removed it from her shirt, throwing it down in the grass and walking away. Kione continued to mumble and mutter to herself until she found a place near the blacktop to sit down, and only a sharp sting on her left elbow made her stop grumbling. "Ow..." Twisting her arm to the side, to the left, and to the right, Kione did her very best to look at what had caused her the momentary pain, but she couldn't quite get the angle she needed. Puffing out her cheeks, she rubbed the area with her other hand and felt a little warm bump starting to form. Had something bitten her? In all her time at the Kindergarten, Kione hadn't even seen a bug. "You wanna play?" a girl’s asked. Kione looked up at two people she had never met before. A Banana and a Blueberry, by the looks of it. Both of them were girls. Kione remembered that it was more common for boys to play with boys and girls to play with girls. "Pass," Kione muttered, sulking into the grass. It felt prickly, like someone hadn't cut it in a long time. They probably hadn't. "C'mon," the Banana said, whining loudly. "Why dun you wanna have fun?" "You're the new girl, right?" the Blueberry asked. "Zee says you gotta do what they say so you gotta play." "Zee didn't tell me to play," Kione said sourly, "you did. And I don't listen to Zee anyway." Kione wasn't trying to make an enemy, but what Ellie said really got to her. Wearing diapers and doing what you're told is the responsible thing to do. This whole place was trying to convince her to fit in and behave, but if she did then she would be no better off than the rest of them. She hated causing trouble; it was almost anathema to her. Everyone got along better if they could openly communicate, but Kione knew better than anyone that emotions didn’t always care about efficiency. "Come on we're gonna draw chalk pick-a-chers!" The Banana pouted, and the Blueberry screwed up her nose in a big pouty expression. "You do so too do what Zee says or we lose points." "It's okay, Annie," said the Banana, "points don't matter berry much to a Blueberry cause you can't count anyways." "Ana!" whined the Blueberry, "I can so too count!" "Maybe just to two, cause that's what you do in your—" "Okay, okay! I’ll play!" shouted Kione. Mostly because watching two adults bicker like two children was only making her feel more and more like she was sinking into this stupid place. Idly, she itched at her elbow. Kione followed the other two past the hop scotch spots and to an empty space on the blacktop. Ana and Annie sat down on the warm pavement and Kione reluctantly followed suit. The ground was hot - really hot - but the padding on Kione's butt made it bearable. "Wan' play Pick-a-cher Party?" Annie asked. Kione didn't know what that meant, but she agreed nonetheless. "All you gotsa do is draw a thing we pick an' we all see who does it best." The thing Annie picked was an airplane. Annie started talking about how she used to help build them, and how the wings have to be a very specific angle or the whole thing would never take off. Annie's art of the airplane - in turn - was extremely detailed... more like a blueprint. It barely looked like an airplane. Kione drew her own airplane in orange chalk, and it looked a lot like a clip art someone might put on the front of a children's daycare pamphlet. She was more focused on Annie's drawing. How had someone so smart been reduced to something like this, Kione wondered. Was this going to happen to her too? No, she wouldn't let it. "I like your plane!" Annie said excitedly, crawling over in her blue dress. Ana, on the other hand, glanced sideways at Kione's art and scoffed. "There's only two engines. How is it gon fly with jus' two engines?" "Some has two engines, Ana," Annie offered in defense of her Blueberry sister, but Kione didn't want any help. She scratched absentmindedly at her elbow and issued a new challenge: "Then I’m picking the drawing this time. And I pick a dodecahedron." Annie and Ana both looked at each other uncertainly and Kione smiled smugly. But rules were rules. They each took up a piece of chalk and started to draw. To Kione's surprise, Ana knew what she was trying to draw. Unfortunately, she wasn't the best artist. Annie was just copying Kione as Kione drew a twelve-sided object. Kione wasn’t very creative, but she had a good enough sense of perspective to make up for it. Kione won that round. Ana took the next turn: a wolverine, like the animal and not the comic guy. Then it went back to Annie. Kione drew a bell, a bag of popcorn, a fish, and a telescope. She crawled on her hands and knees all over the cement and her once-white shirt was dusted in different colored chalks. When she finally noticed how much time had gone by, it was jilting. Disorientating. Kione quickly got to her feet. "I... I'm sorry, I have to go..." Kione ran off away from the pair of girls, toward the Blueberry fort. At the foot of the hill, she stopped to catch her breath. What am I doing? Kione thought. Was I really going to sit there and draw stupid stuff on the sidewalk all day? No, this is wrong… I’m getting too comfortable here… Kione scratched feverishly at her elbow. The sky was overcast, but wasn’t it sunny out just a moment ago? Had she been imagining that? But now it looked like it might rain. Could it rain here? Before she could put any of the puzzle pieces together, Kione was pulled out of her introspection by a familiar voice. "Kione!" Zee was exasperated. Their voice had the same tone as before: assertiveness that wasn't quite assertive enough. "You dropped this." Zee held up the pacifier Kione had thrown to the ground earlier that morning. They went to clip it to Kione's shirt again, but Kione stepped back before they could. "I'm not wearing that!" "Why not?" Zee tilted their head with curiosity. Not hostility, not anger, not outrage - just curiosity. "It helped you sleep and it keeps you happy, so why not? It's just a piece of plastic and ribbon and... different… plastic, I guess, I think?" Zee had never really thought about it in too much detail. "Because!" Kione was shouting, though she didn't really want to be. Everything was feeling too normal, too easy. She needed to have control. She needed to evoke change in her environment, and that meant yelling at Zee. "Because they are for babies! And so are these stupid diapers, and so are these stupid clothes! I don't know why you're all playing along with this stupid place! Don't you see what they're doing?!" Kione felt something on her arm and slapped it as hard as she could. But if there had been a bug there, there certainly wasn't any proof. "You're being silly, Kione," Zee pouted, but they did their best to try and stay as grown-up as they could. For a Blueberry, anyway. "That’s just how it is. You should try to be happy here." "No," Kione said flatly, full of frustration. "I'm getting out of this stupid place!" Kione stormed past Zee, scratching at her arms as she walked onto the playground. The clouds overhead were heavy and grey, washing out all the colors in the clothes of the oversized children. Heads turned, watching Kione, as she made her way to the center of the hills, to the ring of flowers, to the Ever After Door. "Kione!" Zee called after her, but Kione wasn't listening. She trampled over the the flowers, grabbed the door handle, and turned it. In one motion, she shoved it open and stepped through the doorway.

There will be another series with these characters coming out sometime in 2023. So there will be a bit of a wait, but they will return for sure.

Guess it's time for Fortnite.

Hi Greeny, and welcome to DD. Nice to meet you, glad you decided to join us. You have lots of good likeminded people here. So grab a high chair, pull it into the circle, for some fun. Don’t worry if you’re a bit shy, you can jump in anywhere you like, when you like. If you have questions, there’s usually someone willing to help out. Hope to be seeing you around, relax, have fun, and enjoy!

After my stroke last year, about 85. when I'm home and in diapers, about three years old.

Wow, that was a fantastic reply to my short comment. I agree that the primary draw of this genre is the power exchange. Regression is a great way to give up power in this gentle domme kind of way. I do have a proclivity for the erotic side of this play too, as I think there is great power exchange involved with the denial and indulgence of “cummies” (I honestly don’t know which I prefer more) I am of a similar age and also have a wife who participates with me. I know that makes me very fortunate. But for me the written ABDL story has always ignited my imagination in ways that other mediums (like video) have not. Thank you for sharing a little more about your journey.

“A man is only as old as the woman he feels.”

When I see a cute young girl (18+ of course), I feel like a high school teenager or young man in my 20's. When training coworkers I feel like a wise and experienced 40 or 50 year old passing on my wisdom. After working on my car and around the house lifting boxes and hauling out trash all day, I feel like a worn out 80 year old man with all the aches and pains. One thing I don't ever feel like is a baby. I am a DL and always an adult in age.

I just got my contraction while sitting at my desk and as I stood up, my diaper filled up with a semi solid mess. I think there is more to come so I will keep this diaper on for a while.

yes

I’m in a damn highchair in a wet diaper and being fed fucking baby food and my damn reward is to be changed and given a baby bottle that may have milk or baby formula! She thought to herself.. Kayla daydreamed for a minute thinking about the fine restaurants she used to eat at selecting fish or ribs or maybe chicken or a mouth watering steak.. She didn’t mean to but she opened after the food got on her check. The baby swallowed it making a bad face.

Having to spend my entire life in the closet regarding my fetish. There's obviously a community out there but a real mis-understanding from those who don't understand the fetish.

I'm a retired scientist.

Hmm... Looking forward to seeing the last part of this! Well written and loved the 'Fisher' industries and the idea of using a toy as a vehicle!

printing, but I dont wear to work.

Great start , love the Winnie the Pooh diapers heheh

Chapter 16 I kept an eye on Jenny while mom did her chores and then we all had breakfast together. During lunch I jumped up and quickly went to the bathroom. I only had a small spurt of pee escape into my pull up as entered the bathroom. Again, I sat to pee after pushing the pullup down to my ankles and lifting my skirt up. I wiped the tip and flushed the toilet paper. I got everything situated, washed my hands, and returned to the kitchen. “Everything go okay Sweetie. Is that pullup still good?” Mom asked as I came back in. “Yep. Just a little escaped this time. It is still mostly dry.” I told her. “That is so great. Your new pullups should be here anytime today. I did one day delivery when I ordered them yesterday.” “Thanks mommy. Did you get me girly ones?” I asked shyly. She smiled. “Yes… pink and lavender. They are definitely girly.” We finished lunch. Mom told me she was going to take Jenny up for a diaper change and lay her down for her nap. I stayed down stairs and cleaned up the kitchen. I heard a quick rap on the door and went and opened. There was box on the porch, and I watched the delivery truck drive off. Mom came downstairs and saw the box. “Oh, I bet those are them.” She quickly opened the box. “Yep. Very cute. Do you want to change into one of these?” I nodded yes. “I tell you what. You have been very helpful today and have done really great with not wetting yourself so far. How about we go up to my room and if you want, I can help you can put a little makeup on. Plus, I grabbed the bra that Christine gave you and you can put that on with the falsies. Meet me there after you change.” I grabbed the pullup and went up to the bathroom upstairs. I pulled the generic white one off by ripping the sides and then stepped into the lavender one. It had some extra ruffles on it, and I noticed it wasn’t as tight as I pulled it up my legs. Once it was in place it was obvious it fit better and that there was a little more padding in it than Steve’s pullups. I happily moved into mom’s room. The bra and falsies were laying on the bed and took my shirt off and put the bra on, tucking the falsies in it. I was again happy to feel the tug of the bra straps on my shoulder. I pulled the shirt back on as mom came in the room. “You should see your smile. You know every girl is thrilled when she gets her first bra, and her breasts start to develop. Although I want to show you something. Come over to the mirror.” She directed. “You can see the purple of your bra through that white shirt. No big deal since it is just in the house, but you wouldn’t want to go out like that.” “Guess that means I need to get a white bra, huh?” I said looking at her. Mom laughed. “Yes, I guess you do if you are planning on wearing them a lot. I might have an old one you can have until we can get you one, although my boobs are little bigger than Christine’s.” Mom moved over to master bathroom and the big mirror in front of it and directed me to come over to her. “We are going to do just a little mascara and I grabbed some of Allie’s light pink lip gloss.” She said. Mom directed me how to put both on. As I watched her face in the mirror, I tried to get a feel for her reaction to what I was doing. I would see a smile but there was something in her eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was sadness, worry, I couldn’t figure it out. “You look very pretty. Let’s sweep your hair back and part it down on the side.” She brushed and then picked up one of her barrettes and put it my hair. The makeup made me look like a young girl. Around the same age as Allie and Leslie. I turned and hugged her. “Thank you, mommy. Are you okay though? You look sad.” “Oh sweetie, I am fine. Let’s sit on the bed for a minute.” She replied. We climbed up on her bed and she wrapped an arm around me. She smiled at me as I had slid my hand under me to keep my skirt from bunching up behind me. “I think what you saw on my face was me being a little sad and a little bit of worry. I am sad that I didn’t see this in you all these years. You definitely have some feminine traits, and you just light up when you get to do girl things.” “I am sorry mom. I know this has to be tough on you.” I told her. She squeezed me tight. “Oh sweetie. Don’t be sorry. You are wonderful. I am sad I didn’t talk about this with you before. But… I do worry about what it means. A lot of people are very cruel to people like you. I worry about you being bullied if you are just being you. I worry more though about you feeling like you have to hide who you are.” I hugged her back. I didn’t know how to respond to that. What I thought I was hearing was mom giving me permission to wear girl clothing and do girl things whenever I wanted. I thought that is what I wanted although I was scared of what that meant. “I am scared also mom… but I think….” I was interrupted when the doorbell rang. “You probably want to answer that. Christine was going to bring you over some more stuff of hers that she doesn’t wear anymore.” Mom smiled at me. I jumped off the bed and went down the stairs. I was excited to see what Christine was bringing plus I wanted her to see the makeup I had put on and how pretty I looked. I got to the door and swung it wide open. I immediately wanted to hide as I saw my friend Scott standing on the porch. “Hi… is Mike… umm… Mike… what are you wearing? What is going on?” Scott stammered. I stood frozen. I couldn’t speak. “Christine, thanks for bringing Cindy some more stuff. Doesn’t she just look adorable, although the purple bra with the white shirt has to go…” Mom’s voice trailed off as she came around the corner and saw Scott standing on the porch. “Oh no… um Scott.” I heard mom saying. I finally recovered enough to turn and run away from the door. I heard Scott saying something about me not answering his texts as I got to the top of the stairs. I turned to go into mine and Jenny’s room, but I didn’t want to wake her up. I ended up in Allie’s room. My face buried into Allie’s pillow as I burst into tears. I am not sure how long it was before my mom came into the room. I was still crying as she wrapped herself around me. She held me for about five minutes without saying anything. “I am sorry sweetie. I was sure that was going to be Christine. I asked Scott not to say anything to anyone. I don’t think he will, at least not today. He asked why you were dressed like a girl. I told him you would tell him why.” Mom was rubbing my arm as she spoke. “You don’t have to do it today but probably soon.” I didn’t say anything. Just pulled my knees up into a fetal position. That movement made me realize that I had wet my pull up at some point. “I need to go get Jenny. She woke up. She probably heard you running up the stairs. I will be back in a minute.” Mom slowly raised off the bed. “Mommy… can you get one of my… would be it be okay… would it be okay… can I have one of my pacifiers?” It took a few seconds but finally I heard mom move out of the room without answering. A few minutes later she came in with Jenny on her hip. “I am not sure if this is a good idea. Seems like a step back sweetie but here you go.” She handed me the pacifier. I immediately put it in my mouth and shocked at how calm it made me feel. I am not sure how long afterwards I feel asleep, but it must have been fairly quickly. I woke up hearing the door open and Allie’s voice. “Wake up Goldie Locks! You are sleeping the wrong bed.” Allie’s tone was on of humor. My eyes fluttered awake, and I felt my mouth working the pacifier. I sat up in bed and immediately realized something was wrong and jumped out of bed. My skirt was wet against my thigh. Allie and I both saw the wet spot on her comforter at the same time. “You peed in my bed. Are you fucking kidding me!” Allie said. I was in shock. First because I had peed in her bed, and second because I had never heard Allie use that word before. “Is she okay?” I heard Leslie’s voice from out in the hallway. “No! She pissed in my bed, and she is sucking a pacifier like a newborn baby.” Allie yelled out. “What? Did you say she peed in your bed?” I heard mom now asking. Allie was yanking her comforter off the bed. Fortunately, there wasn’t any wetness on the sheets. Mom came into the room right then. “It doesn’t like she actually got the sheets or bed wet.” Allie told her. “Thanks, goodness, for that.” Mom replied. Leslie had come in and stood next to me. I felt her hand on my back and she started to rub circles on it. “Are you okay? Your mom told us what happened.” Leslie said quietly. I immediately started to cry again. “Cindy, go to your room and don’t sit on anything. Leslie, sweetie… I think you should head home while we get this all sorted out. Okay.” Mom told her. “Okay… Cindy I am really sorry that happened. Allie, can you text me later, please.” Leslie said as she moved out of the room. I was surprised with everything going on in my mind right now that I was watching Leslie’s butt as she moved out of the room. In the hallways she turned around, I think because she saw where my eyes were focused, she grave me a big smile. That smile made my heart flutter a little. I was in the room for about ten minutes when mom came in. She brought a stack of clothes in with her, and I recognized it was the toddler clothes I had worn earlier in the week. She put most of them in the dresser but there was shirt and pair of shortalls in her hands as she moved over and grabbed one of my disposable diapers and wipes. “Take your shirt and bra off. I don’t think you will be wearing a bra for awhile if you are still wetting beds.” She laid the clothes and diaper on the bed. I removed them and sat them on the bed. Mom indicated I should lay back on the bed which I did. She then removed my skirt and the ripped the side of the pullups and removed it also. Next, she cleaned me with the wipes before sliding the diaper under me as I lifted my butt up without being told. Powder was sprinkled on me and then diaper was taped on tightly. I hated why it was happening, but I was reminded how much I enjoyed being diapered. Mom told me to stand up and she pulled the pink onesie over my head and snapped the crotch. Next came the shortalls. I was then led out of the room by the hand and taken downstairs. Seeing Steve and his expression made me remember I was still using the pacifier. “Back to being a baby I see.” Steve said as he got up from the love seat and headed upstairs. Mom led me over to the floor and I sat down next to Jenny who looked at me and smiled. “Mickey Baby.” I heard my mom snicker and then Allie saying yes as she is as she walked into the room. “Allie, watch the babies while I get your comforter in the wash and pull out one for you to use tonight. Plus, I am going to put the stuff Christine dropped off in your room. Not sure Cindy will be using it anytime soon.” My mom’s tone was one of anger. I was processing all of this when Jenny walked over with her Elsa plushie and handed it to me. I took it from her and halfheartedly played with it. I also took the pacifier from my mouth and sat it on the end table. Allie was sitting on the love seat texting on her phone. She looked down at me. “I am not sure why, but Leslie just asked me to let her know how you are doing. She also told me she texted Scott and told him we would explain all of this to him tomorrow and to please not tell anyone. She said he agreed not to. So, I guess you bought some time, Sissy.” “Please tell her thank you. And I am really sorry Allie. I promise you I had no idea that would happen. Please let me know what I can do to make it up to you. I am really, really sorry. And I am really, really scared of what is going to happen.” Tears were coming again I started to reach for the pacifier but forced myself not to. “Okay… I get it. It had to be scary, but didn’t you think people would find out at some point. You can’t spend the rest of your life in the house playing girl, or baby, or whatever. If being a girl is something you really want, then be a girl.” Allie lectured. “But…. But...” I stammered. “No but… the same for the diapers, etc. You like them, that is okay. But if you are going to wear them then you have to know there is a chance someone if going find out. I am sorry Scott saw that today, I am, but you need to figure out what you are going to do.” Allie tone softened as she got to the end. “Allie is right. You have to figure out what you want to do. Although for the rest of the day and night that has been figured out for you. You are back to a toddler young lady.” I heard mom say. We ordered pizza for dinner that evening and again mine was cut into little pieces. I also had to wear a bib. I noticed that Steve was back to not talking to me and shooting me death stares. After dinner mom asked Allie to watch me while she took Jenny up for a bath after dinner and then brought her back down. She asked Allie to watch Jenny and took my hand and lead me to the bathroom. I was surprised to find out my diaper was wet as I stood up. My bath was quick and soon I was back in my room being diapered again. When that was done, I was brought back to the family room and told to sit on the couch. Mom headed into the kitchen and few minutes later came out with two bottles in her hand. I was surprised when she handed one to Allie. “You have become such a help and are great big sister. I think maybe it would be nice if you gave one of the babies her bottles tonight, okay?” Mom asked. “I mean you have been changing diapers so this shouldn’t be a big deal.” Allie’s eyes widened, which I am sure matched mine also. I am not sure why but the idea of Allie holding me and giving me a bottle seemed way worse than her changing my diaper for some reason. Mom went over and picked Jenny up off the floor. Allie and I looked at each other both with an expression of this can’t be happening. Mom smiled looking at us and then sat Jenny in Allie’s lap and moved over to where I was on the couch. I am sure my relief showed on my face as I cuddled into my mom and felt my head rest on her breasts. She brought the bottle to my mouth, and I immediately latched onto the nipple and began to suckle. I was surprised at two things. One how much comfort I got from this, and two the genuine smile that was on my mom’s face as she looked down on me. I actually felt both our bodies releasing tension, mine had been that way all afternoon. All too quickly the bottle was finished. I sat up and mom waited for Jenny to finish hers. I looked over and I was surprised at how much more grown-up Allie looked while giving Jenny her bottle. The other surprising thing was the smile on Allie’s face as she looked down on Jenny. We were both finished, and Mom loaded Jenny on her hip and took my hand and led us upstairs. I looked back at Allie and tried to read the look on her face. I think she actually looked sorry for me. Walking up the stairs I did compare the feel of the disposable diaper I was wearing to the feel of the pullup earlier. I definitely liked the bulk of the diaper better. Jenny was put in her crib; I wasn’t sure why we were skipping books this evening. Maybe it was later than normal but since there was no clock in the room, I wasn’t sure. Mom came over and tucked me in. She leaned down and told me that maybe we would reset and start over tomorrow, but I wasn’t to get Jenny out of crib in the morning and wait for my mom to come in. She then tucked me under my blanket, handed me a pacifier, and told me she loved me before turning the light out as she left the room. I laid in the darkness and thought about the day and everything that happened. I also thought about what would happen to tomorrow. At some point I would need to talk to Scott and try to explain all this to him. I thought about Leslie and how I felt about all of this and how she fit into it. I thought about Allie… She confused me the most, honestly. All of these thoughts raced through my mind before remembering I was holding a pacifier and I popped it into my mouth. Not surprisingly, not long after I started sucking on it my mind calmed and I drifted off to sleep. All the tension from today had worn me out. I woke up the next morning hearing Jenny talking to herself. I was shocked with everything going on that I slept all night long. I also realized I was still sucking on the pacifier and that my diaper was soaked. Mom came in a few minutes later and grabbed Jenny from her crib and then took my hand and led me out of bed and down the stairs. We landed in the family room and Mickey’s Clubhouse was on turned on the TV. Mom went into the kitchen, and I could hear her starting her coffee. She came back a little later with a bottle in her hand and scooped Jenny up and started to feed her. As I looked on wasn’t sure if I was jealous of Jenny and hoped I would get one next or hoping that because mom hadn’t brought me one that meant that we were truly starting new this morning. “Good morning.” I heard behind me and turned to see Allie standing there. “You are up early this morning.” Mom said to her. “Yea. Leslie texted me first thing this morning. She is really worried about Cindy and what is going to happen today.” She spoke. “Do you want me to finish Jenny’s bottle so you can get Cindy’s her bottle?” “You could just give it to her since you change her diapers. Cindy, do you want a bottle?” Mom asked. I wasn’t sure how to respond to this. For second I actually wondered what it would be like to have Allie give me a bottle and for her to hold me close to her breasts while she did it. It wasn’t helped by the sleep shirt she was wearing seemed to be tighter than normal and her boobs looked like they a had grown more overnight. Allie looked at me, it was like she could read my mind as she shot me a death stare that said don’t even think about it. “No… I am good without a bottle this morning.” I said. Jenny was just finishing her bottle at that point. “How about you watch Jenny for a minute while I have quick chat with Cindy upstairs, okay?” Mom said to Allie. Allie nodded yes and mom and I headed up to her room. Unlike before where we would climb up on her bed and sit next to each other she patted the side of the bed and indicated I should sit next to her. I nervously sat down. “First, I am sorry for how I reacted to you wetting Allie’s bed. I definitely went over the top. I think it was because I was happy that it seemed like we were moving past all the baby stuff. That is honestly a lot of extra work.” I didn’t say anything but felt my eyes well up with tears. “Now, we need to figure out what is going on. You were doing really well with pullups and then a little stress came along, and you were back to being dependent on diapers, right?” I nodded yes. “Do you want to try and start again this morning? Pullups and a cute outfit?” Mom asked. “And some makeup maybe?” I asked hoping that Leslie would be here at some point. “Yes… a touch of makeup.” Mom said. I nodded yes again. “Okay… and what are you going to do about Scott?” “I don’t know. Allie and Leslie said they would help me with him. I think I need to talk to them.” I told her. “Okay. How wet is your diaper? Can you wait until after breakfast for a pullup?” She asked. “I think so.” I told her for some reason although I knew my diaper was soaked. We got up and headed down stairs and saw Allie playing blocks with Jenny. Mom headed into the kitchen telling us she would make pancakes. I went into the family room. “Everything okay?” Allie asked. “I guess. Mom is going to stop babying me and let me start over like yesterday so that is good. I am really sorry about your bed. Really sorry’.” I sincerely told her. “It is okay. I overreacted a little but… I really don’t want you peeing on my bed.” “Yesterday morning you seemed… I don’t know… you were kind of being mean to me… did I do something? The night before it was so… it was awesome. You were so nice to me. I loved talking to you about… you know…. Jimmy and Leslie… and things.” I said to her. “Yea… I am sorry about that also. I will be honest. I thought when Leslie saw me in my bathing suit, she would… I don’t know, I thought it would get her you to obviously check me out, if you know what I mean. I don’t know why I wanted that; it isn’t like I am interested in her. Maybe my ego wanted it for some reason.” Allie was a little unsure of herself as she spoke. “She didn’t respond the way you wanted? I thought you looked amazing.” I told her. “Yea… I know you did; I could see it in your eyes, and I liked it, that is why I thought she would also. When she came in my room, the first thing she talked about was how cute you looked, and she basically never stopped talking about you. For some reason that made me jealous. Stupid I know.” Allie sounded a little vulnerable as she spoke. “It is probably because she knows you aren’t interested in her and that you have your eye on Jimmy Thompson. Trust me if someone who likes girls had to pick between you and me you would win every time.” I said honestly. Allie smiled and then came and hugged me. “You have a great heart, you know that?” “Thanks… but this morning my heart and mind are scared. I have no idea what I am going to do about Scott.” Before I could respond mom yelled from the kitchen that the pancakes were ready. Allie scooped Jenny up and carried her into the kitchen and I followed behind them. We all ate in silence. I was surprised at how hungry I was. Steve was quiet again this morning but raised an eyebrow when he noticed mom had given me my normal utensils and I wasn’t wearing a bib. “After breakfast can I show Cindy what Christine dropped off and help her pick out and outfit for today?” Allie asked mom. “After you two clean up the kitchen, yes.” Mom replied. “Okay. No problem. Steve what are you doing today? I guess no pool since it is raining.” Allie asked him. “Timmy asked if I could come over and play some video games. Is that okay mom?” Steve replied. “If Timmy’s mom is home today, yes. I don’t trust his big brothers to watch you. If she isn’t maybe Timmy can come here instead.” Mom replied. I suddenly got butterflies in my stomach. Timmy coming here would be really bad. There is no way he wouldn’t tell his brothers what he saw. They were twins and going to be seniors. They were both basketball players and had lots of friends in school. Allie and I cleaned up the kitchen. I made sure it was spotless, still wanting to get back into mom’s good graces after yesterday afternoon. When we finished Allie grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs. She wasn’t leading me like a younger child it was more of let’s go do something fun. We went into Allie’s room. The first thing I saw was the green comforter on her bed. It looked out of place with the other colors in the room and was a reminder that I gotten her comforter wet when my pullup leaked on it yesterday. Allie grabbed a box in the corner and brought it over the bed. “Okay let’s see what we have in here.” She began to pull out items. There were some shorts on top. A jeans pair with the hems rolled up. A pair of white shorts that looked really short and a khaki pair. Next came out tops in various colors. “Oh… I might have to borrow a couple of these Sissy. Besides you being nicer as a girl, my wardrobe potentail will expand, win for me.” Allie laughed. Several skirts came out next. A denim one and hot pink skater skirt caught my eye. I watched Allie eye up the pink skater skirt also. She then pulled out two sundresses. One was yellow and the other a light pink. Allie held the pink one up to me. “This would be perfect for debut as a girl but not sure how to make you have boobs with it. No way to hide a bra. Plus, you need more practice not flashing people, especially wearing something this short.” She smiled. She was laying out stuff on the bed as she took them out. Some t shirts came out next. One of them was pink shirt with Daisey Duck on it that caught my eye. Allie noticed it and sat it off to the side. “Oh… there is a pack of brand-new panties in here.” She held them up. “And look a couple of cami’s, another bra, and perfect for you, a training bra.” I picked up the panties. It said bikini on the package, and it had three pairs of pastel-colored panties in it. I remembered Allie saying that you pretty much had to wear bikini style panties if you wanted to wear a maxi pad. Mom had said they made ones that were bigger than Allie used. Maybe I could get mom to buy me some. “You like those? Could be a good motivation to get you out of diapers.” Allie smiled. I smiled back. “And I could wear a maxi pad with them?” “Yes, if you wanted. If you had to wear them you might think differently, actually in your case you would probably like having to. Although if you had to wear them you would get to have worst part of why you are wearing them.” “The worst part?” I asked. “Yea… the fucking cramps and sore boobs. Although my boobs get bigger when it is that time of the month. It is probably why you noticed them yesterday.” Allie laughed. “Oh… so you are wearing a maxi pad right now? You have your period?” I was genuinely curious. “Yes… not sure if we are way past the TMI point or if this is okay since you are my Sissy.” Allie responded. I blushed. “Well, I love when you tell me things. Especially things about being a girl. I know it is weird, but it feels like… it feels like… you are my big sister for real.” “It is funny… I feel the same way. Plus, I think I am way less bratty when I am the big sister to my little sissy, but I can still be a real bitch sometimes.” Allie winked at me. “Um… speaking of TMI. I need to go find mom and see if I can get out of this diaper because it soaked, and I also need….” Allie cut me off. “Yes… go find her so you can do that in the bathroom. Every time you do it in a diaper the house reeks. I will pick out a couple outfits for you.” She told me as she picked up her phone. She called out to me as I left her room. “That was Leslie. She is on her way over and we are going to figure out the Scott thing.” I walked downstairs to find mom. I had forgotten for a few minutes about Scott and suddenly I was very anxious again. I asked mom if I could use the bathroom and put a pullup on after I did. She told me yes but if I had an accident like yesterday’s again it would be all diapers for a while. I grabbed one of the new pullups from my room and took it with me the bathroom. I was glad I could poop in the toilet again this morning and thought that was enough motivation not to be dependent on diapers. I slide the pullup in place and rolled up the used diaper to put in the pail in my room. For the second morning in a row, I ran into Leslie in the hallway while holding a wet diaper in my hand. We both looked at each other and laughed. “Still carrying your diapers instead of wearing them? I thought the whole point of this was you liked wearing them.” Leslie said. Her smile was amazing and I said. “Thank you for being so understanding and joking about it. It really means a lot.” “Of course. I think you are very brave to do things you know people will tease and make fun of you about. It is hard to be honest with others sometimes even if those things make you happy.” Leslie responded. Leslie followed me in my room while I put the used diaper in the pail. “Well, actually I got caught while trying to be sneaky and hiding it. Then my mom kept trying to do things that would make me not want to do it anymore. Unfortunately for her I liked more of them I disliked them.” I laughed. Leslie was laughing also as we stepped into Allie’s room together. “What you girls laughing about?” Allie asked. “I keep catching Cindy carrying diapers instead of wearing them.” Leslie responded with a quick wink at me. Allie turned her attention back to the bed and Leslie tossed her bag on the other side. “Okay… so we are down to basically two outfits for this adventure. The hot pink skater skirt you drooled over with this shirt. Or these white shorts and the Daisy Duck shirt you liked.” Allie announced. “That skirt is fantastic…” Leslie started before I cut her off. “What adventure? I don’t know what you are talking about.” I raised an eyebrow as I spoke. “I thought you told her the plan?” Leslie looked expectantly at Allie. “Opps… I honestly forgot. I was going to tell her and then we started going through the clothes and started talking about other things, I forgot. Since it is your idea, you should tell her. Oh, and you are right that skirt is awesome and will be the first thing I borrow from my Sissy!” Allie laughed. I sat there waiting for Leslie or Allie to tell me what was going on. They looked back and forth at each other and finally Leslie spoke up. “Okay… so Scott is expecting some explanation for how you were dressed yesterday right? I think you should trust him and tell him the truth. Tell him that you like wearing girls’ things, you like doing girl things, and you are thinking about being a girl all the time.” Allie spoke up next. “One other thing. You do it while showing him how good you look as a girl and how comfortable you are.” “What!!! That is a terrible idea.” I blurted out. “Listen to me. We will help you get ready and make sure you look really pretty. Plus, we will be right here with you as you tell him. We can each hold one of your hands or whatever you need.” Leslie said. “Scott is your friend. He has an older brother who is gay right? He already has some understanding of what it is like be… I guess different. Who knows… maybe he will think you are hot?” Allie laughed. I was mortified by the last comment and Leslie shot Allie a look that said stop it. “Sorry I was just trying to lighten the mood. Bad joke. I do think this is the best idea. Plus, the clock is ticking if you don’t tell him something soon he is going to start talking. At least this way you can control it.” Allie had moved over and took my hands in her as she spoke. I realized what she said was true. I am sure he would start telling people what he saw. This would help me control it and it would be nice having Leslie and Allie there no matter how it went. “What about the diaper stuff?” I asked turning away from Leslie as I asked. “None of his business. Are you planning on running around showing off your diaper? Or are you going to wear your toddler clothes to the park, or school? What do you want to bet there are kids in the high school that wet the bed, etc. Isn’t that what you are now a bed wetter?” Allie spoke with authority as she said that. I looked over at Leslie and she was smiling at me. Allie still held my hands in hers and gave a quick squeeze and smiled at me. “Okay. Does mom know about this? Like does she know I am going be dressing as a teenage girl today? I am not totally sure where we stand after my… my relapse yesterday.” “You mean when you peed in my bed? Yes, mom knows. Leslie and I came up with this last night and I told her. She likes that you can have some control with it.” Allie had snickered when she mentioned me peeing on her bed. “It is 9:30 now I am going to tell Scott to come over at 10:30… okay girls?” Leslie asked. Allie and I both nodded while deep down I thought in an hour my life ends. “Okay back to outfit choices. I see two potential problems with the skirt option. Number one, if you want to have your boobs when you meet him you can’t wear that purple bra, it will show throw.” Allie told me. “Should I have my boobs? Isn’t that kind of over the top for this?” I asked. “It will make you look more girly.” Leslie said. “Exactly. Plus, it can’t hurt right. Boys like boobs, especially fifteen-year-old boys. Oh, and some just turned fourteen-year-old girls are a fan of boobs also, so throw a girl bone.” Allie smiled and looked directly at Leslie. Because Leslie had just turned fourteen last month it was very obvious that Allie meant her. Leslie’s face turned bright red, and it looked like she wanted to say something. “Allie, sometimes you think you are clever or funny, but you are actually mean.” I said quietly. Leslie looked over at me and her eyes showed an admiration for what I said. Allie initially looked shocked I had said that to her but then her face changed. “You are right. I am sorry. Both of you. There is just a lot going on here. No excuse. Sorry.” Allie said sincerely. “What is the other problem with the skirt?” I wanted to change the subject. “I promise I am not trying to be clever or funny. The problem is you are still learning how to move, sit, and do things in a skirt. Wearing one is new to you. If you wear that skirt, I am sure you will end up flashing Scott and he will see your diaper or pullup. You are wearing a pullup right now, right?” Allie explained and asked. “Yes… and that is true. So, we should go with the shorts and Daisy Duck shirt. That is a little less in your face than the skirt also.” I said uncertainly. “Great. Just need to see if the shorts will fit over you pullup. Remember we had a problem with that with my shorts and I am pretty sure these are close to the same size.” Allie handed me the shorts. I looked at her and at Leslie. I then moved towards Allies closet to try the shorts on in there. I didn’t want Leslie to see my pullup when I lifted up my nightgown. “She knows you are wearing a pullup.” Allie said. I stopped and stepped into the shorts. I tried to wiggle it over the pullup and it finally got it in place. It took some effort, but I was able to button them. Unfortunately, the zipper wouldn’t go up and gapped open. “Well better than my shorts but still won’t work.” Allie announced. “So, I guess it is the skirt then.” I said as more of a question than statement. “There is another option.” Allie said looking from me to Leslie before continuing on. “The shorts with panties and one of Leslie’s maxi pads.” “What?” Leslie and I said at the same time. “Listen, mom said that yesterday during the day, as long as you focused on it you could stop peeing and make it the bathroom with just a small spurt in your pullup right?” Allie responded. “Yes. Or at least during the first part of the day.” I answered her. “Okay… so…. Leslie wears a pretty thick pad for some reason. That would catch the spurt if it happened, and you could make it the bathroom.” Allie looked from me to Leslie to back to me. Leslie was red faced again. “I wear what my mom buys for me and for some reason she buys those. I can’t believe you are telling Mik… I am sorry Cindy about my maxi pads. And how do you know I even have one with me she could borrow?” “Trust me. If anything, I am helping you with her by talking about them.” Allie laughed. “And I know because our cycles are pretty much in sync.” While Leslie and I were both pretty embarrassed right now, Allie was right. For some reason I liked knowing that Leslie was wearing a thick pad between her legs right now. I smiled at her, and she immediately looked down but then up at me again and returned the smile. Allie ripped open the package of new panties that Christine had sent over and handed me the pink pair. I watched Leslie move over to her bag and reached in and pulled out maxi pad and handed it to me. I picked up the shorts and took them all out of Allie’s bed room and into the hall bath. I slid the pullup off and started to put the panties on but decided to try and pee really quick so I sat on the toilet and was able to squeeze some out. After a quick wipe I pulled the panties on and then opened the maxi pad and put it in place. The panties fit tightly, and the maxi pad definitely was larger than Allies and felt good. In fact, it might have been bulkier between my thighs than the pullup. I pulled the shorts on, and they fit fine. Walking back to Allie’s room I liked how everything felt. Allie was holding the purple bra in her hand and gave it to me as soon as I walked in. Leslie smiled at me with a very flirtatious smile, and I could tell she was happy that I choose to wear a bra. I am not sure why, but I felt like I should change into it with my back to Allie and Leslie. I turned and pulled my night gown off and draped it over the chair at Allie’s desk. I hooked the back in front of and quickly spun it around and slipped my shoulders through the straps. Allie handed me the forms and when I sat them in the cups, the straps pulled lightly into my shoulder, and I appreciated that feeling again. I dropped the shirt over my head and turned around. “Nice boobs, Sissy.” Allie laughed. “Cute outfit and I agree, nice boobs. And I am back to being the person with the smallest boobs in the room.” Leslie smiled as she said but you could tell her breast size bothered her. “Yea, but you have the best curves in other places.” I told her. “He… she is right… you have a great butt!” Allie told her. For the next thirty minutes Allie and Leslie played with my hair, did some makeup for me, again light mascara, a little eyeshadow and a pink lip gloss was all they did. Not nearly as detailed as when Christine had done all of ours. They also talked me into painting my nails, both my toe and finger nails pink. I was surprised at how much I liked how they looked. We hadn’t asked mom about this so I hoped she would be okay with it. Allie had suggested that it was better to ask for forgiveness than to beg for permission. Looking in the full-length mirror on the closet door I loved the girl that I saw. Allie complemented me and said I was very pretty. Leslie told me I was beautiful and the way she looked at me made me think she really thought that. “What about shoes? Do I need them? I hate to cover my toes up.” I asked. “Jesus… what a girl!” Allie smiled. “I will go ask mom if you can where the sandals you wore the other day. I think she was able to clean your pee off of them. You two love birds behave yourself while I am gone.” As soon as Allie was out of the room Leslie said. “I am sorry about that. I don’t understand her sometimes. I was proud of how you stood up to earlier when she was teasing me. The thing is she would also give you the shirt off her back to help you and can be so sweet sometimes.” “I know. A couple days ago I overheard my mom and Brian talking about me and it really upset me. Allie was hugging me and protecting me and told Mom what happened.” “Exactly.” Leslie smiled. “I think she is actually way more insecure than she lets on.” I said. “Why is she insecure? She is beautiful, she is smart, she has great boobs!” Leslie laughed as she said boobs. I laughed also. “I think it has to do with our dad abandoning us. Honestly, I think that is why… I… well I am the way I am.” “What way are you?” Allie walked in holding the shoes. “Mom wants to see you before Scott gets here.” I took the shoes from her and strapped them on while ignoring Allies’ question. I got up and looked in the mirror again and then went downstairs to my mom who was playing on the floor with Jenny. She looked up as I walked towards her and smiled broadly. “Wow… you are beautiful. Allie told you looked great, and I wanted to see for myself.” Mom stood up and came over and hugged me. “Are you ready for this?” “I think so… don’t really have a choice I don’t think. Hopefully with Allie and Leslie’s help it won’t be too bad.” I said but I wasn’t really sure with my answer. “I think it will be okay… just….” The door bell rang before you could finish. Hearing the doorbell ring I panicked. I looked at mom and then turned and ran upstairs. Allie and Leslie were standing at the top of the stairs, and I ran right past them before they could say anything. Just like yesterday for some reason I ran into Allie’s room. This time though I locked her door behind me

Sam is finally carried off the plane. If she thought that would be the end of her bad time she was soon shown that there was a layer to the events that she hadn't been aware of. As Jess sits down with Sam in her lap she reveals what has led up to this point and hints at what might be coming in the future. (It should be noted that this is probably the second to last update for this story. The story was always intended to be predominantly about the flight itself.) --- As ever I am extremely thankful to my patrons who allow me to write as much as I do If you have a little spare money and would like to support me and help me pay the bills then please do consider having a look at my Patreon page. I post an update every 4-5 days and patrons get access to everything I write one week before the rest of the world. Also, for $10 a month you can get access to Patreon exclusive stories! I have 40 STORIES AVAILABLE FOR $10 patrons that you can read right away with more posted regularly! https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Sam was finally carried off the aircraft. She was hit by a burst of warmth as she left the air conditioned plane for the tunnel that connected them to the airport. The small voice in the back of Sam’s head still held tight to the hope that as soon as they were in the airport they would separate. She clung on to Jess as they walked through to the terminal, her diaper was crinkling with every one of Jess’s steps. Sam was trying to hide her embarrassed face as much as possible but when she saw a bathroom to the side her eyes lit up. “Mmmm mmmm!” Sam mumbled through her pacifier. She reached out with her hands towards the bathroom desperately. Sam’s bladder felt like it was soon to burst but she could still avoid embarrassing herself if Jess just took her to the bathroom. She was practically in tears with her desperation but Jess just carried on walking. As the bathroom disappeared into the distance Sam dropped against Jess feeling defeated. “Just a little further and then we can sit down.” Jess said quietly as they headed towards immigration, “I’m sure you have some questions about everything.” Sam lifted her head. To say she had questions was an understatement, she just didn’t know what there was to explain. She just wanted Jess to put her down and hand over the bags so they could go their separate ways. Her bladder hurt but she was sure she could still make it to the nearest bathroom. Her limbs still felt weak and mostly out of her control and she didn’t dare trying to speak again, the babbling was humiliating in the extreme. “Ah, there’s a queue, come on we’ll sit down and let things clear up a little bit.” Jess said as she went to a nearby seating area. Jess sat down and put Sam on her lap so her diapered charge faced her whilst straddling her legs. She smiled as she felt the diaper underneath the jammies. The padding crinkled as it was pushed against the baby girl. Sam finally managed to make herself spit out the pacifier. She concentrated as hard as possible to formulate a thought and make it travel all the way down to her vocal cords and then out through her mouth without turning into babbling. It took a great deal of effort. “What… are you… doing?” Sam managed to force out. It felt so unnatural to speak adult words like that, her brain was trying to turn it all into babbling. “I suppose you were going to work out something was up sooner or later.” Jess said with a little chuckle, “I’m sure you’ve noticed things are a little strange.” “No shit.” Is what Sam would’ve said if she could muster the strength to do so. Instead she just looked up at Jess with worry. “It might be easier if you watch this.” Jess said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone. Sam watched as Jess flicked through various options and found a file labelled “sam_daycare.mp4” which she clicked on. Sam’s mouth dropped open as the video started to play. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Imagine my surprise when my sister rings me up and tells me that she had an adult that looked just like a baby in her day care.” Jess said with a little giggle at the end, “As a psychologist getting interested in regression therapy it was like a gift from the gods. I’m sure you were put on this Earth for me to find you.” On the little phone screen Sam saw herself in the playpen. She could see her thick diapers under the purple romper she hated so much. She saw all the things that had haunted her nightmares since that day. Jess sped the video up and she saw all her listless playing, the feeding and the changing. Sam felt like ice water had been poured into veins. She had thought that embarrassing day had been consigned to history, to be forgotten forever. “I convinced her to send me the footage they captured on their internal security cams.” Jess continued as the video played, “I saw the way you were and I realised that all my hypotheses were correct.” Sam was squirming now as she listened to the story whilst simultaneously trying to concentrate on holding her bladder. It was a battle that was getting increasingly difficult to win. The video ended and Jess started to scroll through her phone’s files. “You probably don’t remember the next bit, eh?” Jess said as she tapped on a different video file. Sam watched the screen as a title card flashed up. “Regression Therapy as a tool of Rehabilitation and Reform. Subject: Sam Kay. Test One.” Sam gasped as the title disappeared and was replaced by a dark room. After a couple of seconds the fluorescent lights flickered to life and the door opened. The reason Sam was so shocked is because she was watching herself being led into the room by two young people in white coats and Jess herself! “Do you remember this?” Jess asked. Sam shook her head. She felt her bladder tense up again and she had to clench just that little bit harder to stop from wetting herself. “I thought not.” Jess chuckled, “With how effective the other triggers have been I assumed this one was as well.” Sam was sat in a chair. She couldn’t understand how she could be on the screen when she didn’t remember this at all. It was a surreal feeling and Sam almost felt like she was watching a television show starring herself since it didn’t seem like an event that had occurred to her. On the little screen Sam was sat in a chair as she filled out a few forms. She could see Jess talking to her but this video had poor audio and none of the words could be picked up. Eventually the people in the white coats left along with Jess who paused for a second just to look at the camera. Sam was left alone in the room staring at a wooden panel in front of her. After about half a minute when nothing seemed to happen Sam started looking around the room. It looked like she was about to get up when the panel in front of her opened revealing a television screen. “We knew you were having some money problems. We stopped you “randomly” as you left the campus one day and offered a few thousand dollars in return for a little of your time. We simply told you to watch the screen.” Jess said as the Sam on the screen sat back down, “We thought we had hidden the triggers completely but you must’ve sensed something was off.” Sam gasped again as she watched the little version of herself on the screen get up and back away from the chair. She turned and ran out of the camera’s range before being dragged back to the chair a few seconds later. This time she was strapped to the chair. Sam belatedly realised this was the nightmare she had experienced on the plane. She realised it wasn’t a nightmare at all but a flashback, her subconscious was trying to warn her! Sam felt control of her limbs and thoughts slowly returning as if the shock was resetting her mind. She watched as the Sam on the screen struggled against the bindings before slowly relaxing. It was hard to tell if she was being lulled into passivity by what was on the screen or if she was simply exhausted from trying to free herself. She didn’t remember any of this at all but apparently her subconscious did. “There isn’t much more to see.” Jess said as she fast-forwarded the video. “H-How long?” Sam choked out. Her brain’s fog was clearing but she was still struggling to form words. “How long were you in front of the screen?” Jess completed the question for Sam, “Six hours.” “Why?” Sam asked as panic threatened to overtake the entirety of her meagre frame. “Because you shouldn’t be an adult.” Jess said softly as she bounced Sam on her knee lightly and put her phone away, “Look at you. You should be a little baby and there is nothing you can say that can convince me otherwise. Look at the way you came running to me for help at the airport like a little lost child needing their Mommy. You are the perfect test subject for my regression as well. No one would think it strange if you acted like a baby.” Sam felt a cold chill go down her spine as tears welled up in her eyes. Aside from everything else she hated being viewed as anything less than a full adult, she had spent her whole life making sure everyone knew how mature she was and having it all stripped away left her very vulnerable. “Why don’t I remember?” Sam asked softly as she tried to keep the panic out of her voice. “That was one of the triggers.” Jess replied, “There’s a few things you’ve forgotten but I can bring them back now. Here, ahem, L I T T L E G I R L R E M E M B E R.” Sam felt as if a one-ton weight had suddenly dropped into her mind. She suddenly remembered things clearly where before there was just empty space. She closed her eyes as she remembered heading to her first Psychology lecture only to be stopped at the door by a person she now recognised as Jess. She had been told there was a mix-up in her registrations and she was enrolled in child psychology instead. Sam remembered the day she had been leaving the campus when she was stopped by a woman with a clipboard. She had thought the stranger was trying to sell her something but when she had been offered a lot of money and extra credit for a small amount of her time she had taken it. She covered her mouth as she remembered the room, the chair and the television screen. It was even more vivid than her nightmare. “How did you make sure we met at the airport?” Sam asked breathlessly. “I had kept tabs on you after your session with me.” Jess said, “I followed your blog where you mentioned your little vacation. You told the world when and where you would be. I just needed to get you in a situation where you would rely on me and I could keep you nice and passive.” “Wait… You mean…” Sam came to a slow realisation. “There’s no rule about people under a certain height needing to be accompanied or having to sit on another person’s lap.” Jess chuckled, “Does that sound like it makes any kind of sense?” Sam was speechless. “I spoke to the gate attendant before you got there. I convinced them you needed my help. I flashed my credentials, it’s remarkable what people will do when you tell them you’re a doctor… well, and give them a little pocket money.” Jess said with a sly grin, “I put up a couple of posters in strategic positions just as you were arriving and then I waited until you were turned away. I just had to make sure you saw me in the right place so you saw the poster and put two and two together. I knew it would be a lot easier if you felt like it was your idea.” “But why all this stuff?” Sam asked as she shook her head. It still didn’t make sense to her, “Why do all this in a foreign country and then have to go through all this to get me home?” “Because making you go missing in a foreign country will mean no one is looking for you at home.” Jess said with a disconcerting smile, “Here, look at this…” Sam could no longer hold back the tears as Jess reached into her bag and pulled out a passport. “This is the passport I have been showing people.” Jess said, “A nice new identity for your nice new start.” Sam wiped her eyes and saw the passport. It wasn’t hers, she was sure of that. Her picture was there but the name and birthdate had been changed. She was listed as a small child with a name she didn’t recognise at all. Sam started crying more loudly as Jess stood up. “Looks like the queue has shortened.” Jess said casually as she took hold of the bags, “We should make a move.”

Do these make my butt look big LOL

Chapter Four “Sibling Rivalry” The light blinded me and I angrily hurled obscenities at whoever was in charge of the lighting to turn it down, but all that came out was the high, weak wails of a newborn, and my spirit aligned with my new body and all the fight drained out of me as I was passed from one giant set of hands to another, my delicate little body rubbed down with a cloth, a suction in my nose and then warmth as I moved around and came to rest in my new mother’s arms. We don’t remember our birth because the sights and sounds are absolutely the most intense and traumatic experience imaginable. One second you’re floating in a warm bath of amniotic fluid, the muffled sounds of the outside world almost lulling you to sleep, and the next you’re cold and naked and it’s bright and terrifying and no one can understand you, but I had consciousness this time around so I got to experience all of it in glorious high definition. “He’s perfect, isn’t he?” the woman holding me asked. “He’s got your nose.” a man above me responded. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize the ‘he’ in question was me, and I silently cursed Mira for not having enough consideration to at least put me in a female body, but then I remembered that this was designed to be a punishment and what better way to twist the dagger than to potentially give me body dismorphia and gender identity issues while I was stuck here? Sleep came and went without my control, I was in my new mother’s arms and then in a plastic bin surrounded by crying babies, then nursing from my new mother’s breast, then back in the crying room, then in a carrier in the backseat of a car and then in a bassinet looking up at Lucy. “Hey, kiddo.” she said with a bright smile. My body wiggled a little and I made a soft murmur through the pacifier I was powerless to keep from nursing. She pointed to her head, “I can hear you in here.” she said. “Oh, thank the swans!” I thought, earning another smile from Lucy. “I thought I was going to lose my mind not being able to talk.” I mentally confessed. She leaned in and kissed my forehead, “I would’ve come to see you before you got out of the hospital, but Mira made a sweet suggestion to my boss about managing my schedule to keep me from sticking around before and after I do my job, so I’ve had to get creative.” she explained. “Wait, Mira knew you were going to visit me?” I asked. Lucy nodded, “My boss pushed back against her, but he doesn’t want anyone upstairs to come down on him, so he’s kind of turning a blind eye to me for a bit.” she explained. “Did Mira talk to you?” I asked. She shook her head, “The fact that she knows that I was planning to visit you means that she was at least listening in on us though.” she said grimly. “Well I-” I stopped. Lucy looked at me expectantly, “You, what?” she asked. After an afterlife of wearing diapers and being unable to use them, the feeling of a pool of liquid excrement pressed against my butt was more than a little jarring to me, “I think I shit myself.” I thought. Lucy covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. “It’s not funny!” I thought. “It kinda is though.” she said, “I mean, you get the whole experience now, right?” she asked. How do you explain to the spirit of a four year old with the mind of a grown adult that choosing to use a diaper and realizing you have without being aware of it are two completely different things? “Eww, it’s awful, Lucy!” I mentally whined before my mouth opened and I began to wail uncontrollably. The light beside the bed turned on a moment later and my new mother sat up groggily and tended to me as Lucy looked on. “She’s a good mother.” she said. Once I was changed into a clean diaper I was put to her breast and quietly nursed as I continued talking to Lucy. “Mira said I had three and a half years to prove I can do my job without breaking the rules.” I explained, realizing my new diaper was already warming with pee as I swallowed milk. “Did she give you any information on how you could do that?” she asked. “No!” I whined, “It feels like she dumped me here so I wouldn’t cause her anymore trouble and then when this body dies I’ll just disappear.” I told her. Lucy sighed, “Alright, let me do some digging and see if I can’t find out what you’re supposed to do here.” she told me. “What do I do in the meantime?” I asked as my mother shifted me to her other breast. Lucy shrugged, “Try and stay sane.” she said, “Don’t let your brain turn to mush here.” she added. Her little hand took mine in it and her thumb lightly stroked the back of it, “I love you, Ella.” she said. “I love you too, Lucy.” I thought sadly as the gas built up in my stomach and my body began to fuss and squirm without my control. ********* “Okay, here’s what I found out.” Lucy said some time later as I was being bathed in the little basin in the kitchen sink. She was sitting on the counter beside the sink looking straight ahead in some oddly sweet symbol of respecting my privacy, “Mira has it out for you.” she said bluntly. My mother gasped and moved the washcloth she was holding over my nether regions as I involuntarily peed, chuckling softly and making babytalk sounds at me. “Out, how?” I asked. “Well, I have this friend, Darla, in data entry, and she said that your name came up in the termination queue the day before this you was born.” Lucy explained. “Wait, termination queue?” I asked. “When people finish their term as a case worker and ‘retire’ to the great beyond.” she explained, “Active case workers never end up on that list.” she added. “So, she’s expecting me to fail.” I thought. “No, she’s guaranteeing you’re going to fail.” Lucy corrected. “Darla did more digging, and there’s no record of you being here in this body.” she explained. “Aaron Hernandez, the boy you’re living in, he’s scheduled to die in three and a half years, but there’s zero mention of your spirit being placed in his body.” she continued. My mother dried me off and got me diapered and dressed and put me down in the bassinet for a nap while my mind ran through all the terrible possibilities that lay ahead of me. “You nap, Ella, I have to get back to work anyway.” She said, kissing my forehead softly, “We’ll figure this out and fix it, I promise.” she said before she left. ********* Time for a baby is measured in changes and feedings, though a baby has no concept of time, they just know that food makes a happy tummy and changes make the icky feeling down below go away. As an adult in a newborn body, I began to develop cabin fever in my own consciousness. I tried to enjoy being a baby, I did, but the ‘adult’ part of ‘adult baby’ is what I love, the willing submission to infantile behaviors and urges was so enticing because it was out of character, the helplessness of actually being a baby was the worst thing imaginable for me in the moment. I did grow to appreciate the woman that was my mother though, and the man that was my father was equally loving and gentle with me, something my original father had not been when I was growing up. Did I love the Hernandez family? No, not really, but they took good care of me and loved me, and that helped when Lucy didn’t come back the next day, or the day after that. When Lucy did finally show back up, I was being dressed for my first birthday party and tried to pretend I’d lost my adult mind to scare her. “I can hear everything you’re thinking, Ella, I know you’re pretending.” she chided, “Also, pretty sure babies don’t actually think the words ‘goo goo’ and ‘ga ga’.” she added. “Where the fuck have you been?!” I mentally screamed, taking some small satisfaction in her visibly jumping in surprise at the volume and intensity of my mental voice. “I’m sorry, okay!” she apologized, “Mira is out of control.” she said. “What now?” I asked as the little sailor suit outfit was adjusted and my mother picked me up from the changing table to carry me out to the living room where all the decorations for my party were waiting. Lucy sighed, “Darla was relocated to the tadpole tank.” she said. We call unborn spirits ‘tadpoles’ because they literally just wiggle around aimlessly in the ether of limbo and being tasked with ‘supervising’ them is the absolute shittiest job you can get assigned to. “Why?” I asked. “Because she helped me.” she said glumly. “There’s more though.” she added. My mother set me in my carrier and gave me a pacifier while she bustled about putting the finishing touches on things, “Lucy, I need you to talk to me, okay?” I pleaded. Another sigh, “I’ve been temporarily reassigned from reaping.” she said. “Reassigned where?” I asked. She took a seat crisscross applesauce in front of me, chin rested in her hand as she absently rocked the carrier I was laid in, “Mira’s secretary.” she said. “That’s good though, right?” I asked, “I mean, you can get more info right from the source!” I exclaimed. She shook her head, “It’s a title she gave me, that’s all.” she said, “She set up her closet to be my “office”, and my job is basically to sit in there all day and color pictures for her like a “good little girl”.” she explained, her voice dripping with disdain. I was soiling my fresh diaper and on the verge of tears, “How are you here now then?” I asked. “After hours and a friend is letting me tag along on his job.” she said, “I’m sorry, Ella, but I don’t know how to help you out here.” she said sadly, “Mira has already threatened to demote me for arguing with her about the bullshit assignment she cooked up for me, and she’s all but isolated me during work hours, it’s only a matter of time before she’s got me on lockdown after work too.” she explained. “What’s lower than picture coloring closet secretary?” I asked. She shrugged, “I don’t know, but she’s evil enough to find something worse, I’m sure.” she said. “What about her boss?” I asked. She scoffed, “Yeah, lemme just get God on the phone and see if she’s got any input on what we can do here.” she said, a bit snottier than I appreciated. I was bawling and being lifted out of the carrier as Lucy got up and started to leave, “If I can, I’ll come back and see you again.” she said sadly. I protested, but she was gone again, leaving me to stew in the new information she’d given me which, on the plus side, gave me something to focus on to keep me from going crazy. ********* “Wake up.” Mira commanded. My eyes opened and I looked up at her standing at the side of my crib looking down at me, Lucy stood beside her looking at me through the bars, Mira’s hand gently stroking and patting her head. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Just checking on your progress.” Mira said, her voice almost happy sounding. “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked. Mira turned and knelt down, picking Lucy up and setting the little girl on her hip, bouncing her softly, the unmistakable crinkle of a diaper filling my ears. In the dimness of the nightlight on the other side of the room, I could see that Lucy had a pacifier in her mouth and was looking at me sadly as she lay her head on Mira’s shoulder, “Your little spy finally came to her senses.” she said coldly, “The threat of being sent back to her body was a strong motivator, wasn’t it, Lulu?” she asked the little girl. If Lucy was sent back to her body, her spirit would be tied to what remained of her bones, leaving her a wraith tethered to one spot alone and unable to interact with anyone. I felt a bout of wailing welling up inside me but felt it subside as Mira pushed my own pacifier into my mouth, “Now now,” she chided, “if you’re a noisy baby you won’t learn anything.” she said. My mouth sucked the pacifier and I focused my attention on Lucy, “Fight her, Lucy!” I pleaded. Mira smiled, her red lips parting to reveal her perfect white teeth as she hooked her finger into the ring of Lucy’s pacifier and pulled it free of the girl’s mouth, “Tell her.” she commanded calmly but firmly. “Lucy is Mama Mira’s baby now.” Lucy said softly, greedily taking the pacifier back into her mouth when Mira offered it. Mira sighed, “This is the best case scenario, honestly.” she said as she went to the rocking chair across the room and sat down with Lucy on her lap, holding the girl like a doll, “See, you were never in any kind of trouble, Ella, I made all that up because you were doing such a good job that The Powers That Be were considering you as my replacement.” she explained, “Obviously I couldn’t stand for my silly baby sister taking my job, so I pushed you out, pulled some strings and tucked you away in little Aaron’s body until you go poof when he dies.” she continued. “You’re a fucking monster!” I snapped. Mira smirked, “Lulu here was the one kink in my perfect plan, but she was easy enough to deal with once I convinced her boss that she’d snapped from the pressure of her job and regressed thanks to your terrible influence encouraging her to act like a baby in her free time.” she explained. “Now she’s a sweet, docile little baby for her new Mama, aren’t you, Lulu?” she asked the little girl. Lucy nodded softly, “Yes, Mama.” she responded obediently. Mira chuckled softly, “I get a daughter like I had when I was living, I’m rid of you once and for all, and I’m free to run my team how I see fit because I’m such a great manager.” she gloated. “Why do you hate me so much?” I asked her, my heart aching from such betrayal. Mira was out of the chair and beside the crib in an instant, “Because you ruined everything!” she screamed, her spirit flashing brightly, causing the nightlight to flicker and burst, leaving us in the dark. “Mother wasn’t your fault, but Father fell off that roof because he was distracted by you playing in the garden, and when he was gone I had no one to help me and love me, just an eleven year old girl that stopped talking and doing anything for herself.” she hissed. “You robbed me of a happy life with your regressive bullshit, and then I finally rid myself of you and have a happy life and here comes the bad penny turning up again in my job.” she sneered. “I never meant to-” I started to argue. “Shut your fucking mouth!” she screamed, another flash of rage making me see spots, “You never mean for anything, do you, Ella?” she asked rhetorically, “You never meant to be a pants pissing and shitting burden for me to clean up after, you never meant to disgrace yourself by dying in a brothel so I had to deal with the looks and the whispers about my relation to a degenerate, you never meant to do your job so well that you were on track to take mine from me, everything just seems to happen around you while you float along obliviously.” she snapped. “That’s not fair!” I argued. Mira sighed, “No, you wouldn’t think it was, would you?” she asked, “Mother loved you and protected you, Father loved you and protected you, I loved you and protected you, but all you did was take and take and take until everyone around you either died to get away from you or abandoned you because of what a pathetic burden you are.” she said. The pacifier fell from my mouth and my wails filled the room. Mira scoffed, “Typical.” she sneered. “Say goodbye to the pathetic baby.” she commanded Lucy. Lucy looked down at me pityingly, “Goodbye, pathetic baby.” she said sadly, her words saying what she was ordered to say, but her tone letting me know how sorry she was and how much she loved me. “Enjoy what little time you have left.” Mira said before she and Lucy vanished. To Be Continued...

Hi there! This is about a fictional ABDL community that I'm working on. It features adults who live in a kinky community for ABDLs. Everyone is over 18. I have about 10 chapters done and will be posting them here over time. Here is a detailed disclaimer that talks about the content and themes of this novel: https://www.patreon.com/posts/should-you-read-65186383 Other Content Warnings (to be included in entirety in every chapter installment) Extensive Diaper Use (Wetting and Messing) Extensive Regression themes Extensive Sexual themes Adult Nursing CNC Spanking/Corporal Punishment/Orgasm Control-Denial/Chastity Bullying and teasing Humiliation ------- This is a follow up chapter to the prologue, which you can find here: ------ Jessica ate breakfast with the general Preschool public. A grownup wouldn’t find this surprising, of course Jessica would eat breakfast in the Preschool cafeteria. Jessica was nothing yet, at least in the eyes of the grownups. But her actual colleagues, the other preschoolers, treated Jessica with suspicion. To them she’d put on airs. Shouldn’t she just waltz her booty into the grownup lounge to breakfast in the nicer space. Surely the door that was locked for everyday preschoolers would open for her, and her kind, the big kind, would welcome her. She could dine in the plush seats, away from all uncomfortable cafeteria benches and especially the lowly preschoolers and the smells of their accidents. Many grownups preferred to eat there if they could, if they weren’t on cafeteria duty or diaper duty. Most grownups assigned to the nursery were responsible for waking and changing three rooms of preschoolers. With two preschoolers assigned to a room, that meant each grownup had to wake and change six preschoolers. Few preschoolers (yes, even preschoolers) found the morning dry, and though they were better than their littler counterparts about brushing and preparing for their days, they weren’t perfect. Why didn’t Jessica join those grownups? Surely commiserating with the average, preschooler exhausted her too. Why didn’t any of the other uppity aspirants go either? Of course, the Preschoolers had seen enough months go by to know that Jessica wasn’t ‘big’ in any official sense. Nothing was official until the evening of June 30th, and even then, her big kid status wouldn’t arrive until the first, when she actually moved her belongings down the path to the next building; the junior dorm. Even this, though, meant little. In practical reality, Jessica wouldn’t be trusted with real big kid responsibilities until many days after that. But none of these details phased the average preschooler. It was especially irrelevant to them that there was a world of difference between being a junior, which was what Jessica would become, and being an actual grownup. Yet the murmurs were ever-present. “Bigwig Jessica. Almost flunked out of Daycare once. Daycare. Can you believe it?” “How many actual bedwetters do they let wear undies? Seriously! Can you imagine being that delusional?” “I hear she’s best friends with a Nursery girl that she works with at her super special fancy pants chore. Imagine having something in common with one of them and also thinking that you were a big kid. Please!” Jessica had heard plenty of it. The preschool was filled with glorified adult toddlers, and most were as good at whispering as they were at sharing and caring. It was a weird place, a specific place within a larger remote community of ABDLs, where those ABDLs who were neither the smallest nor the biggest lived. This weirdness bred many strange phenomena, and many longtime preschoolers had strange perspectives on what was taboo and what wasn’t. Pacifiers were tolerated, but thumbsucking was ridiculed. Having a dirty diaper was gross and very daycare, unless it was done to avoid being put in pullups, which everyone seemed to agree you shouldn’t have to wear if you don’t want to. Despite that opinion, pottying for #2 in the public potties in the playrooms was also a faux pas, and nobody wanted to see it. Where was one supposed to go, then, if one was trying to mess as little as possible, yet inevitably had to go outside of a potty training class. With only four to five classes a week, people had to go somewhere. Perhaps everyone was just supposed to hold their business all weekend. Nobody really had an answer for where one was supposed to poop, and nobody ever really admitted they didn’t live up to their own expectations of others. The real answer was critique of others was the point; that preschoolers spent much of their time criticizing others for regular things. It was the closest environment to an actual highschool in all of Nurserton. There were those who were unabashed in their contempt for her. She was a stinker, pooper, almost Nursery baby. They remembered that the first time Jessica had been awarded a chance at pullups, she pooped that pullup within three hours. “Is this what I do in them?” They said, loud enough so she could hear them, while clutching their own bottoms in mock surprise. They didn’t seem to catch the irony that under those shorties, they were still in diapers themselves. Other preschoolers didn’t mean to mock or undermine Jessica, and would say things that would, had they been uttered about real world ideas in the actual real world, might resemble a microaggression. “So, do you really think you can do it? Do they actually let bedwetters have undies? Are you going to be changed when they give you your own room? Do the people down the hall change you, or are there grownups in the junior dorm too?” By saying these things to Jessica, they never meant to cast aspersions upon her. Jessica knew they meant no harm, they were glorified adult toddlers and didn’t know any better questions to ask. They occasionally asked her good questions too, like Do you want to spend your day wiping butts, really? Jessica couldn’t deny that she did not know. Some of it would be fun, and some of it would be miserable. Just like everything, really. It wasn’t like the Daycare and the Preschool were all that. That was one thing that Nurserton shared with the rest of the world. Even in paradise, you can’t get everything you want at once. Not if you’re going to share it with other people. Or in this case, glorified adult toddlers. The biggest rumor spinning around the beanbags and pipe-circles of preschool? Jessica wasn’t going to make it. On her last days she’d have an accident and that’d be that. The perfect month that the grownups required of her would be shattered. No poops, no pees (excepting those that she did while asleep), or a preschooler she’d remain, and the halls of the junior dorm would be closed to her, for now. Any accident outside of nocturnal enuresis meant another month to prove she was big, another month to get that perfect score. She’d have to spend that next month here, in Preschool, with the rest of the proletariat who’d spend that saying “I told you so!”. It’d happened before, in fact, it happened often. Jim, one of her fellow perfect-monthers for this June, and a former tech executive with a sailor’s beard and hair halfway down his back, had had an accident in a month’s final stretches more than once. His aspirations had been dashed before, by none other than his own misbehaving bladder. He’d fallen from grace with a soggy pullup time and time again, and after years in the preschool, had never quite finished a perfect month. There were other Preschool bourgeois in the cafeteria, because everyone who lived in the Preschool ate here, regardless if the average Preschooler thought that those like Jessica were better seated with a napkin folded into her collar, seated in smug leather in the grownup lounge. Her other undie aspirants were Jim (back at it again), Farah, and Gage. That was it, out of almost two-hundred Preschoolers. And that was more than last month. Last month there’d been only two; Meagan and Lawrence, and Meagan had already had her bottom flumped back to Preschool, into full on Todders and not even pullups on top of that. Megan, a tattooed lady with a penchant for e-cigarettes, had only made it a week in the Junior dorm before wetting herself twice. This itself didn’t disqualify her, but her subsequent accident while staffing changing tables in the Daycare did. Dirty undies were an instant ticket back to Preschool. That was the second biggest rumor. Even if Jessica did finish June with immaculate pullups (her full morning diapers aside), she’d have no chance to last the month. She’d pull a Meagan, or a Gage before that. This wasn’t Gage’s first attempt to earn a spot in the luxurious Junior dorm either, and he’d had to prove himself with not one but two pristine pullups months to earn his upcoming berth to ‘big kid life.’ Every time one flunked out of the Junior dorm, the price to earn a new trip back was another perfect potty month. Meagan had had to complete three consecutive perfect potty months to earn her most recent promotion at the start of June, a promotion she’d overturned in just over a week. There were many more like her in the Preschool cafeteria, enjoying french toast and coffee and fruit cups. Many more failed attempts to be big, babies given up when what sat between them and their next berth to the junior dorm was a daunting two or three perfect potty months. Meagan claimed to be retired, that she was resigned to a life of wearing relatively thin but nonetheless taped-diaper Todders. Those many others, now giggling or groggy on the stools at the long and crowded tables, were satisfied that yet another aspirant had been pulled down to their level. They hoped for the same with Jessica. Jessica sat alone for a while, and she was content. She had been early to the cafeteria that day and, knowing how standoffish her colleagues had become in recent weeks, had elected to sit alone when the groups at the cafeteria tables were just materializing. Now, more Preschoolers had emerged from the buffet line, tray in hand, and had opted to glom alongside the bigger groups like beads of water joining with larger water droplets after a rainfall. Some looked her ways and nodded off to larger groups, and some were simply loners, at least for breakfast. There were few times to be alone in the Preschool, despite how aloof life could be compared to the crowded chaos of the Daycare. Potty training class waited after breakfast for many, and morning chores for most of the rest. Sleep had been conducted for all in the company of a roommate; every Preschool dorm was a double, much like a typical freshperson in college might experience. That roommate had been chosen at random, this too much like it might be in college, sans any consideration of gender. At the very worst, one tossed and turned with someone fifteen feet away who one may not necessarily like. The opportunity to bring one’s tray to a disparate table and hunch over one’s pancakes to read or simply to relax was precious. Jessica usually did the same, and it was only a bit more often now because she knew how her colleagues would stiffen if she sat at one of the more crowded tables. One Preschooler did emerge from the double doors of the buffet line and headed straight for her. She stood there at the entry, tray in hand, and scanned the room until her eyes fell on Jessica, and then she hurried over to pour herself some coffee. After the mug was balanced safely, she made the journey through the tables of the cafeteria and sat down across from Jessica. “What’s up big girl?” she said. “May I sit here?” “Yes you may, always,” Jessica said, pleased. The woman who arrived was named Jaclyn, and she’d been an old friend of Jessica. J & J, partners in silliness. Months ago, in December, when Jessica was still in the Daycare, the pair had met in potty class. They’d made fast friends as they’d shared secrets and crushes between the potty singalongs and the endless games of Simon Says. And after potty classes, they made time for each other, and they began to find each other in the busy Daycare cafeteria. They made crafts in the humongous playroom there. And when one of them had an accident and was sure she’d be ripped away from playtime to the large changing room in the Daycare, the other would relieve herself too, so to ensure if one was caught, the other would be, and even if they couldn’t play for a while, at least they could remain together. That’d been Jessica’s worst month in her year’s time at Nurserton, at least training-wise, as it was the month when she’d only accumulated six measly stars for six desperate potty trips. Six is below the quota of ten to maintain a spot in Daycare, and nobody let her forget it (even to this day). She'd been safe, of course. Had she failed during the next month, she’d face placement into the dreaded Nursery, and thus she pulled it together the next month, though by a close enough margin that the tale of her near-Nursery life was certainly no unwarranted rumor. That was not all that Jessica and Jaclyn shared, though. Their trajectories and sagas between the Preschool and the Daycare were mirrored. Jaclyn had been a flunked-Preschooler, and had been sent back to Daycare in the November for Jessica’s poor potty December. Jaclyn had been demoted after just two short months in the Preschool. Jessica had experienced the exact same thing; two short months in Preschool, and then back to Daycare. The only difference was that Jessica’s progression through her ups and downs occurred one month later than Jaclyn’s. They’d both been Preschoolers in October (October being Jessica’s first month in Preschool, and Jaclyn’s second and final month), though they’d never met in Preschool, at least not formally. They’d passed each other in the buffet line, or the cafeteria, or been changed side-by-side, but the Preschool always managed at least two hundred residents, and back then Jessica only knew of Jaclyn as ‘that other lady whose name begins with J who is also bottoming out on the lists.’ She’d look at the big LCDs in the Preschool halls by the cafeteria, or those mounted near the main changing area beside the Preschool’s big playroom. She’d look for her name, and she’d always be let down after realizing the first J was just for Jaclyn’s number. Back then, Jaclyn had been a steady two ahead of her, and every time Jessica would have to follow the list down further to find herself. “How do I look?” Jaclyn asked, having already sat down. “You mean, your butt?” Jessica asked. “Yes, my butt. My crotch. Everything below my waist and above my knees, silly goose.” Jessica looked her friend over. Jaclyn was a short lady, and made twenty six to Jessica’s twenty eight. All diapers looked big on her, even size-small Todders, the thin issue given to Preschoolers who hadn’t earned their pullups. Most Preschoolers, that is. “Yes, they’re obvious. Did they go on this morning?” Jaclyn hardly looked surprised. Of course they were obvious. She feigned annoyance and snorted as she cut into her pancakes and drew some up for a bite. “It’s going to be too hot for jeans today, and I knew these shorts were too tight.” “You could have worn a skirt.” Her friend from November narrowed her eyes. “And how many times do you think someone is gonna lift that and show off Jaclyn’s big puffers,” she asked. By puffers, Jaclyn referred to Puffington Pluses, which were the flagship diapers of those sent to or living in Daycare. During the games of Sorry and Simon Says, in potty class so many months ago, both Jaclyn and Jessica had been wearing Puffington Pluses, along with everyone else in the room. They were also worn by Preschoolers who’d posted two uninspiring potty-star months, in their last days in the building, thrust upon them as symbols of unworthiness when the grownups had officially shut the door on any chance they had at maintaining their prestige. They were the official diapers of the Daycare-doomed. They were the diapers for stinkers. Yes, neither woman was likely to stay in Preschool next month. Jessica could be held back with any accident in the next few days, yet there was nothing conditional with Jaclyn. Her time in Preschool was down to just the last few days of June until she too would have to pack her things in a cart and walk it all back to the massive Daycare building. “Anyone who lifts your skirt would be in trouble.” Jaclyn laughed. “And?” Jessica shrugged. “Well, it’s better than everyone being super weird around you.” Her friend considered this for a moment. “Well, you’ve got to admit, it is weird.” “Potty training is weird?” “No, dummy. Gosh sometimes you’re like the girl I met way back, when you were the littlest in the room.” “Was not,” Jessica said. “I was second worst in that class.” “You were second worst to Robbie,” Jaclyn said, leaning over the table. “Robbie is still in the Nursery, Robbie will always be in the nursery. That’s beating no-one, as far as I’m concerned. And you lost to Andrew and Amanda, who are both in the Nursery now, last I checked.” “I lost to Amanda by one! One star.” But it was true, Amanda was hard in the Nursery. Not as hard as Robbie, but hard down there. At least as far as Jessica had heard. It was a dubious distinction for Jessica that she’d never shake. She had lost all track of Andrew, who had been nice and occasionally had played board games with them. They had never been close, and Jessica had felt that Andrew had just been too gay to ever really connect with women. “So, you see. It’s weird. To be going from that to…well where you’re going. People are suspicious. People won’t like that someone so low is now wiping their butt and yanking them out of playtime or naptime to check them. You’re a big tattle. You’re a scab.” “What’s a scab?” Jaclyn finished chewing the last bite of her remaining pancake and placed the fruit cup in front of her. “You know, like picket breakers. They walk across the line and work for big bad corporations when the regular workers are striking.” “I didn’t know Nurserton was on any sort of strike.” Her friend laughed. “Hun, I’m on potty strike. You think I’ma let them put me in a Puffington Plus for three days and get made fun of in Preschool before getting demoted without making them work for it?” “Fair.” “I mean, it’s all just people playing a part, you know? They don’t actually hate you. They just…they know they’re supposed to be salty about being changed by someone they were once superior or equal to. They’re turned on by being mean so you can, you know, turn the tables and turn them on way more later.” Jessica considered. Some of the eye-rolling done by other Preschoolers when she was on the potty or when she stood up from movie time or tea time to ask a grownup to take her to a potty, or when a grownup praised her during a check, seemed a bit more than playacting. And some of the teasing was vicious. Potty records were forever, unfortunately, and everyone knew about Jessica’s six-star December and her paltry eleven star January. “It seems like they really want me to fail.” “I mean. What I’m saying goes for some. Some have been here long enough to really and actually consider becoming a Junior some form of elitism. I mean, you and I both are included in that, right? When you were on the brink, we both talked about going to the Nursery. You didn’t like using plastic potties in public and all that, but when we were thinking about Nursery life we realized that for all the bad in Daycare, going down there was too much. Just too crazy. Babyfood meals for breakfast?” Jaclyn lifted a strawberry and waved it on the end of her fork, as if to emphasize that it was not babyfood. “Breastfeeding? You know that’s where Robbie ended up. We both agreed that that kind of life was something else.” “And what they perceive the most in you is their own littleness. They’re elitists despite, obviously, not being elite. Preschool isn’t the pinnacle, obviously, and they don’t like being reminded of that.” “Neither is the Junior dorm, in case they forgot,” Jessica added. The grownups ruled. Juniors were just their diaper-changing deputies. Jessica would have the power to check and change anyone she liked, but not spank or punish. Her word would be worth more than the word of any baby, though, so if she tattled and the baby, including all the way up to a privileged Preschooler, disagreed, it would be her word as a Junior that would gain the benefit of the doubt. “True. But that doesn’t matter because none of us can become grownups. So nobody thinks it counts.” Jessica gulped down the last of her coffee, and agreed. “And so, you’re showing them that they’re still not complete, that they’re gross babies, like we probably think of the Nursery ones. At least I do. I’m elitist like that. I’ll admit it.” When Jaclyn spoke, her eyes were sharp and twinkling. She had small features on her small body, but it seemed as if her body, given so little to work with, knew how to make the most of them. Jessica couldn’t see from across the table, but she knew that Jaclyn’s feet didn’t reach the floor from the stool, and were likely swinging in the air beneath her. “So they resent that a bit. Cause they care a lot.” It was very obvious, and Jessica hadn’t thought of it that way before. Jealousy made sense, in the capacity that it was the emotion of jealousy that Jessica had detected in other Preschoolers as the weeks of perfection ticked on for her. But none of them were even bedwetters, to speak nothing of suffering from incontinence. Jessica didn’t have any tools that they did not to achieve her soon-to-be-status. Her path was easily theirs, if they wanted it. That had always been the problem with identifying jealousy. Jaclyn made her consider that Jessica’s choice to finish potty training reminded the other Preschoolers of their choice not to train, that what they felt for her was, in fact, not jealousy, but rather outright resentment. ‘How dare you,’ they were thinking. ‘If we all just agreed to get to this point of training, and no farther, we’d all be big kids. You had to go and separate yourself.’ “Didn’t we come here to not care about anything?” Jaclyn, however, wasn’t listening. She had stopped chewing with her final strawberry halfway in her mouth. She was fixated hard in the distance, such that Jessica turned to see if there was any commotion at the tables behind her. “Sorry, peeing.” “No problem.” They sat in silence for a moment, until Jaclyn exhaled and finished what remained of her final portion of breakfast. “To Nurserton? Sure. In a sense,” Jaclyn smiled, as if nothing had occurred. “But you’ve been here almost a year. Don’t you know that when people have nothing to care about, they invent something to care about?” And that was that for their conversation. The clock soon read 9am, and a bell rang, and that meant Potty Training time. Like December, they had drawn the same class. Not that this was as lucky as it had been in the Daycare…having the same class was a much more likely thing in Preschool because of the relative size of the second-most elite living condition at Nurserton. Elite, Jessica thought, as other Preschoolers in Todders and pullups waited to dissemble the plates and cups on their trays into the right washbins. Some still wore pacifiers hanging from their shirts, and some occasionally still wore onesies (this was more popular with those who had earned pullups, as a onesie was a great way to show that off). That latter fact backfired on one woman. While she was waiting to dispose of her tray, a grownup swooped in and patted her onesie-crotch and discovered the swollen pullup beneath. Jessica didn’t know her name, but she did know where the grownup was taking her as he whisked her off. It didn’t smell great there, and many of the Preschoolers scrunched their noses and grimaced at whomever had let their morning coffee affect them so fast. Yes, this sort of thing also still happened in Preschool, though far less frequently than in Daycare. It was actually spankable here, and the grownups were turning up every bottom to find who was responsible. Even Jessica got a check, though they found nothing but her crisp and dry pullup. Jaclyn, still holding her tray, had to tolerate her pants being tugged down in front of everyone. She kept her protest to an eyeroll. The grownups moved on through the crowd until settling on a man a few paces behind Jessica. She also did not know his name. He went the way of the girl in the wet pullup, though with his captor holding his wrist a bit tighter as he was dragged off. Jaclyn hadn’t been wet enough to bother with, and the grownup who executed her diapercheck moved on from her quickly after helping her to pull her shorts back over her diaper. Jaclyn would instead be changed in potty class, but that was nothing to worry about. They would have to spend a few hours in that room regardless, and Jaclyn didn’t see any problem with spending that time on the table. So, once their trays were in the proper stack and their cups were in the bins and all their remaining food was scraped into the trash, Jessica and Jaclyn continued out of the cafeteria and onto potty training. “The question really is,” Jaclyn said, leaning closer to Jessica when they were alone in the hallway. “Is becoming a Junior something you just care about for the sake of caring about it? Or are you going to be like Jim last month?”

Part 13: When Paige had gotten dressed in more of her old juvenile things, opting for another pair of pajamas-this time baby blue shorts with bubbles and rubber duckies-she made her way back downstairs. She still had plenty of time to do some laundry or maybe raid her mom’s closet for something else, but at the moment all she could think about was the growing emptiness in her stomach that led her to the fridge. Walking past the back of the couch, she stopped, guiltily remembering that she needed to clean up after her last accident, when she saw, to her surprise, that the cushion had already been placed on its side on the ground. Moving around to investigate, she was met by the smell of soap and cleaner rather than the urine that she was expecting, and a wet feeling underfoot told her that the cushion wasn’t the only thing that Mia had cleaned. Her first instinct was to feel embarrassed that Mia had been down here scrubbing her urine out of the furniture, but before she had settled on indignation, she had already moved on to relief. She didn’t want to face the cleanup process, and honestly, having someone else take responsibility for that felt wonderful. It also freed her up to go make a big bowl of cinnamon toast crunchies with milk (thank you mom!), and to get comfy on the other end of the couch with Hulu and her phone. Paige made it to the bathroom just fine that afternoon, and she was feeling more proud of that fact than she cared to admit to her mom, who asked about it as soon as she came in from work. Paige had been so caught up in the movie, “Storks”, that she jumped nearly out of her seat when her mom asked how her day had been and how she had done with the potty. Blushing, Paige had realized that she had never changed out of the ducky pajamas, but she figured they could be seen as a “look”-maybe some kind of callback to a Paul frank vibe circa 2002- though she knew that they came from much farther back than that. “Oh, um, it was fine”, Paige stammered out, before realizing that the couch cushion was probably a dead giveaway that she had had another accident. Seeing her mom walk over to inspect it, Paige felt a wave of embarrassment and that sense of doubt about her newfound… bladder issues coupled with her lies that prevented her from asking for real help. Though she guessed that if her family thought she was having bladder issues and then she actually started having bladder issues, short of a doctor, whatever help they had planned was probably a good course of action anyway. “So, how are you feeling sweetheart?”, Mae asked softly, surprising Paige, who realized that she had been holding her breath waiting for some kind of scolding from her mother. Mae had set the cushion aside and was now crouching down, still much taller than her daughter, who meekly shrugged, uncertain how much Mae knew, how much she should say. Mae’s face betrayed no clues, but also showed no anger as she reached forward to brush Paige’s still damp hair away from her forehead. “Hang tight, baby, I’ll be right back”, she said suddenly, leaving a confused Paige behind watching her retreating figure, listening curiously to the clacking of her heels. When she didn’t immediately return, Paige considered checking on her, but instead turned her attention back to the movie, quickly getting sucked back into the comedy. Mae had doffed her work shoes and let her hair down from the tight bun before grabbing the hairbrush off her vanity and making her way back to the living room. Peeking in and seeing her adult daughter sitting crisscross on the couch in her sweet pajamas, hair mussed from the bath and so enthralled by a cartoon that she didn’t seem to notice that the way she was sitting betrayed a glimpse of the flowery pull-up beneath, gave Mae an unexpected warm feeling in her chest as she turned quietly to the laundry room. “Hey pumpkin, can you scooch forward for me?”, Mae asked, surprising Paige again, who was so engrossed in the impossible chase scene with the wolves that she didn’t notice the taller woman until she was hovering over her, partially obscuring the screen. “H-huh?”, she mumbled, realizing that she had been biting at her fingers and wiping them on her shorts. Had her mom seen that? She hated when Paige wiped her hands on her clothes. Looking up she saw that her mom had taken off her shoes and was now holding a hairbrush as she reached forward, lifting Paige under the armpits and sliding her forward so she could sit down on the couch behind her. Just the sight of the hairbrush was enough to make Paige squirm on her already sore bottom, letting the unfairness of the situation known through the whine she couldn’t keep down. “Mommyyyyyy, that’s not fair, please don’t spank me, Mia already did! I’m sorry! I said I’m sorry!” Mae, for her part, was busy wriggling into the space on the couch behind her squirming daughter, to really process what was going on. She raised a curious eyebrow at the pouting face and the phrasing, trying not to smile at the rare use of the more juvenile ‘mommy’. Of course the therapist had said that some small regressions would be expected with this parenting method, but the term of endearment caught her off guard nonetheless. She reached forward and half lifted, half turned the nervous girl so she was sitting sideways on her lap, pulling her in for a quick hug. “I’m not going to spank you, Paigey”, she said, rubbing the soft back of the pajama shirt gently, waiting for the girl to relax into her before she continued, “I just wanted to see if I could braid your hair for you? Like I used to do when you went to camp?” That was a surprise for Paige. Her mom hadn’t braided her hair for her in years. She used to beg her mom every morning before summer camp to sit with her, just like this on the couch and to twist her damp hair into intricate french braids while her mother tried to get herself ready for work. She had tried to master it herself when she was a little older and sitting in her mother’s lap felt like something that should have been left behind with her Barbie’s, but she had never been able to get it right, so she just claimed that she was too old for braids and scoffed at her mother’s offers, whining about how she wasn’t a baby and her mom needed to stop living in the past and get a life. Of course whenever a friend at a sleepover offered to do the same she would happily accept, reveling in the feeling of her hair being gently parted and tugged into place, feeling the tingles up her scalp and down her neck. It was one of her favorite things, having someone play with her hair. Of course she was always careful to take the braids out before her mother came to pick her up, pulling her then-wavy hair into a tight bun to hide the evidence so she could slide into the car scowling and huffing about how embarrassing her mom was being, picking her up so early when the other girls got to stay late and even walk home. She wasn’t a bad kid and they really never had blowouts or fights or that major rebellious phase, but Paige’s interests in ABDL seemed to make her overcompensate in some ways, feeling like surely her mom would know something was wrong with her if she still liked getting her hair braided in pigtails and still secretly played with her dolls and stuffed animals. She really missed out on a lot of snuggles and contact, she realized now, too afraid to take the comfort that she so craved and be found out. Could it really be as simple as saying yes? Would her mom have asked if she didn’t want her to say yes? Was this some kind of test. Did she know? Mae watched Paige’s expression carefully, trying to decipher what she was seeing; Dr. Lainie had said that Paige may be more open to physical contact and comfort as they progressed, and Mae could already see Paige falling into self-soothing patterns she hadn’t been showing in a while, like how she was nibbling the end of her thumb and gently clutching a blanket at her side, subconsciously rubbing the end of it with her fingers. When she was little, Mae suddenly remembered, Paige used to do that with her “wubby”, a ratty little bunny lovey, until she had worn the fur all the way down in one spot. Lainie had said that this whole system wasn’t just for kids who turned out to be hellions and delinquents, but even more so for kids like Paige, who really needed a bit more direction to make the right choices and who were showing signs of stress and regression after a big life change. She wanted Mae to try to engage in the loving side of the relationship, physically taking on more for her daughter so she could focus on the new lessons that she was getting, but also working on their relationship as mother and child and she had challenged Jake and Mia to do the same, being careful that they didn’t cross any lines for the girl. It was a hard balancing act, Lainie had said, but if Paige didn’t consent none of this would do her any good anyway. Lainie had gone on and on about how the boundaries and consequences and proper ways to behave and care for herself would be best absorbed and truly adapted if Paige didn’t feel them as out of context and isolated. And that by helping Paige regress more she could actually help her get to a more mature place in the end. The potty issues didn’t dampen Dr. Lainie’s excitement about the treatment either. She said that if anything this treatment was all the better for it. That Paige wouldn’t feel that the potty help was so out of place when more and more responsibility was given from her to her family. And that this abdication of responsibility would likely help her accept herself without judgement for such issues. Mae wondered if these bigger daytime accidents might change the therapist’s tune, but it was always a possibility… Mae had told her she wasn’t sure how bad things had really gotten for the girl. Mae, and the rest of the family, were supposed to be making an effort to help Paige feel at home in her own body, comfortable with their help and support and it was this that had really sold Mae on the whole thing. Paige had been so distant and defensive and uncomfortable since she had brought Jake and Mia into their lives, and it wasn’t going to be long before she was off on her own for good. She was pushing away and Mae felt like she hadn’t prepared her at all for the real world, had sheltered her and given her lots of freedom and thought she would just learn on her own. And without a family behind her, which seemed to be what Paige was pushing towards, Mae truly worried about how Paige would fare. With these new “calls for help” as Lainie called them… Paige needed more help than she was willing to ask for. So she would just give it to her. Mia was right, there were some serious red flags since the wedding, and even before that. Paige was hiding things, lying, not taking care of herself properly. She was having accidents and being careless and entitled and avoiding the doctor and dentist, skipping classes, forgetting to do maintenance on the car, eating nothing but junk food, running through her money on god-knows-what, and just generally floundering a bit. And she wasn’t engaging with the family. Mae had been so excited to find this therapist, not really knowing where to start, just typing in some key words she had talked with Mia about, and there she was, Dr. Lainie Harkback, specializing in family dynamics and counseling, regression, anxiety, trauma, and even hypnotism. She wasn’t quite sure why, but the result popping up right at the top of so many other seemingly useless ones had felt like a sign. She clicked. And she hadn’t felt more hopeful for Paige and what her future- their future as a family- might look like than right now, watching Paige on her own lap, in her pj’s, trainers sticking out, nibbling on her thumb and seemingly actually considering her offer. Seeing Paige’s hesitation, Mae was prepared and did just what Dr. Lainie had advised her, she took the lead and acted like this was as normal for the pair as breathing, her doing Paige’s hair a foregone conclusion. Of course Paige could say no, but Mae didn’t get the sense that she would. “Hey silly goose, I can’t braid your hair if you stay sideways like this!”, Mae joked, lovingly nudging Paige in the side with the brush in her most ticklish spot. It worked. Paige, taken by surprise by the attack giggled, and shrugged, turning to face the screen again. “Uh-okay?”, she said, not resisting when her mother gently started to brush her damp hair, though Mae could both feel and see her rigid posture. Paige, meanwhile, was nibbling on her thumb and wondering what the hell she was supposed to do. She was taller now than when they had last done this, and she couldn’t help but tense at the feel of her goodnite shifting against her mother’s thighs. This was too… too what? She didn’t really know, but she felt like she should break the awkwardness and yet at the same time she felt like she couldn’t fully inhale, the act shifting her weight more. Her mom, who had been on her case so much this past year about her being “a mature young lady prepared to take on the real world”, was actually brushing her hair and… humming? While Paige sat in her lap in a pull-goodnite and children’s pj’s and pretended to be watching a cartoon. It was simultaneously the best and most terrifying thing that could happen. She actively worked not to let out a nervous chuckle at the idea that a spanking might feel more adult than this. “Paigey, are you okay?”, Mae asked, pausing in her brushing and trying to decide how to help Paige relax a bit. “Did I catch a knot?” “Wha-oh, um yeah, uh, I mean yes, sorry, I guess I should have combed it better when I got out of the shower…” Paige was relieved for the excuse, not keen on sharing her secret joke, but then she tensed up more, worrying that this would just be more fodder for her mom’s disappointment… one more way Paige wasn’t “taking proper care of herself” or whatever she had been saying just the other day. Mae, for her part, leaned forward and actually kissed her daughter’s scalp where the brush had been, joking, “there, all better”, and causing Paige to tense up again. “Hey kiddo, know what? I think it might be easier if you scooch down a bit, I don’t want to keep pulling your hair”, she said then, and Paige was up off her lap before the brush was even off her head, causing it to fall down under the coffee table. “Oops!”, she said, quickly bending down on her knees and reaching under the table to grab it, then pass it back to her mom. When she sat back up on the ground in front of the couch, her shirt showed a good inch and a half of the waistband of her pull-up, and Mae chuckled quietly. “What?”, Paige asked defensively, and Mae covered quickly. “Oh just this movie, it’s so cu-funny” Mae said, mentally congratulating herself on not saying the word cute. She didn’t want to push Paige back into defense when she was doing so well. “Yeah, it really is, right?! It’s actually probably one of the best movies I’ve seen in a long time”, Paige said, turning back to the screen, seeming excited for once to share an opinion with her mom. “I could rewind it if you want?”, she said, turning her head just as Mae started to brush again, looking earnest. Mae smiled, then leaned forward and kissed her daughter on the top of her head, breathing in the clean soap smell and thinking that it felt like a long time since they had watched a movie together like this. She gently poked Paige right in the dimple on her left cheek, turning her face back towards the screen and said, “that would honestly be amazing. Your dad is picking up some takeout and Mia will be home late, and I-“, she scooched her legs into a more comfortable position before returning to her task “-have had a tough day”. “Oh… I mean you don’t have to braid my hair then!”, Paige said, starting to turn again, before Mae straightened her head again gently. “Oh no, you are my little stressball right now, and if you keep fidgeting you are going to have one braid right… in the middle… or your head”, Mae said, punctuating her words with a tap on Paige’s forehead and causing her to look up, cross-eyed and laugh at her Mom’s joke. “Now sit back and keep my legs warm and make with the rewinding before I turn you into a little unicorn!”, Mae joked, truly feeling happy and more carefree than she had all day.

Part 3: Claire Claire had been stupid. Claire had been reckless. She had jumped at an opportunity too good to believe and she had rushed herself and her sister into the end of a single barrel shotgun. The shock of the lights turning on in the “empty” kitchen had brought the sisters to their knees and the sight of cold, unfeeling steel being pointed towards her and her sister, had Claire covering Vicky with as much of her own body as well. She was the big sister, she was the responsible one, she was the one who was supposed to protect Vicky, but once again she had failed. The man in front of her was like a giant. Fiery red hair on the top of his head and his exposed chest under the open bathrobe. He looked to be in his early thirties without a sign of grey in his beard, nor any slack in his body. He hadn’t shouted at the two, he hadn’t announced his presence in any way other than the racking of a shell. No words escaped her lips as she trembled. She wasn’t religious, but at this point, she would have prayed to any god that would listen. “What the hell are you two doing here?” His voice was low and threatening. Claire wanted to apologize, tell him it was a mistake, tell him anything, but her voice was caught in her throat. “Harold?” A female voice called out from the staircase. “Honey, is it safe to come out?” “You can come out now. I found the two of them in the kitchen. Come down here and get the police on the line.” “No! Wait!” Claire shouted, but quickly piped down when the man, Harold, re-trained his gun on her. “And why shouldn’t I have the cops haul you off to jail? You broke into my home. My home with my wife!” They couldn’t get caught. Jerome had people in prison. If they got sent there, then it was all over. Everything she was working to avoid, everything she had built up from nothing. Gone. “I’m… we’re just… it was an accident and…” “An accident that you broke into my home?” “Yes… er no” Harold stepped forward and racked another round, ejecting the first slug as he shouted, “Do you have any idea what could have happened to you? What if I had just shot you? What if I didn’t wait, huh? Do you value your lives so little that you were willing to throw them away, just at the chance of what? Stealing a few material possessions? For money?” A woman stepped into view in a matching robe, this one fully closed. “Harold, who is it? What do they wan…” Rounding the corner the woman looked past her damp brown hair at Claire and Vicky. “Oh, Harold. It’s just two little girls. Stop pointing that gun at them.” “Matty, you don’t know what is going on. They could have knives, they could be on drugs. Just call the cops and let’s get them out of our home.” Okay, maybe I can get this woman to let us go. “Please, ma’am I don’t…” Once again Claire was cut off by Harold, “You don’t talk to my wife.” Smack! “Harold. Put the gun down. You’ve frightened the one near to death. She’s wet herself on the floor.” Matty put the newspaper down after slapping Harold across the arm with it. Getting between him and the girls Claire watched as the woman reached out a hand. “Come on hun. No need to be scared of the mean old bear. Let’s get you cleaned up and in something dry. Can you tell me your names?” Claire felt like she was on a roller coaster. She was caught, then threatened with a gun, then threatened with the cops, then saved, and now she could feel the warm pee spreading across her butt as the puddle formed under her sister. “Um… her name is Vicky ma’am. She doesn’t er… talk. Sorry.” “Awwww. Vicky, what a lovely name. Mine is Mathilda.” There was silence for a moment as Matty held out her hand to Vicky. Eventually, Claire felt her sister moving her arms and watched as she slowly reached out to gently set her hand into the woman’s. “That’s a good girl. Looks like you also got a little on your friend. But don’t worry, we can have you both fresh as a daisy in no time.” “I’m err… her sister, ma’am.” Matty pulled Vicky to her feet with Claire following suit. Harold was no longer pointing the gun at either of them, but he had it lowered, ready to pull it up should the need arise. Matty gently guided Vicky past Harold as she continued to talk to the two girls. “That’s very nice, dear. What’s your name then?” “Claire.” “What a sweet name. Now, Honey? I’m going to take Vicky and Claire up to the bath to get them cleaned up. Can you give a call to Francis? He should still be in the area and can probably give a helping hand.” “Matty. I don’t think that this is a good idea. We know absolutely nothing about these girls. I know what you're thinking, but I wouldn’t…” “I don’t think you have any idea what I’m thinking.” Matty cut Harold off quickly as she smiled at the two girls. “Now, let's be off. Careful where you step girls. No need to stain the carpet. The cleaners will be in next week, but no reason to give them more work than necessary.” Claire felt herself go into a horrible combination of autopilot and paralyzing fear. After her and her sister were led to the stairs she could no longer see that man with the gun, but she was sure all it would take was a quick call from this woman and he would be right there. The only place she had been able to take in up to this point was the kitchen after she broke into the side window. After seeing the inground pool and the wall to ceiling double paned windows she knew this wasn’t your average American home, but walking through what must have been the den really set in stone that Claire and Vicky had broken into one of the one percenter’s homes. Looking around she couldn’t help to notice all the things that she could sell for a week's worth of food and hotel stays. Expensive looking vases, pictures, and all kinds of electronic crap that no person could ever really need. Focus. I got to get us out of here. When she turns her back I gotta find another window. We can go to the community pool we passed on the way and wash our clothes, then hop on the train tracks and wait for one to pass by. Down the second floor hallway they went until Matty opened a door leading into a pristine white and stainless steel bathroom. Two sinks, several cabinets, a shower for four people and a huge jet tub. “Okay you two, let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” The woman began to pull her sister’s pants down before Claire reached over and pulled them back into place. “What are you doing!?!” Claire had a sinking feeling in her stomach. What the hell was going on? Was this woman some kind of freak? Matty smiled at Claire, “Honey, I have to get these pants off your sister before we get you both in the bath and cleaned.” “Wait both? And no you are not stripping us of our clothes. What do you get off on this kind of thing? Are you some kind of pervert?” Claire could feel the bile rising in her throat. She was going to be sick, she was going to hit this bitch, she was going to take her sister and run, she was going to… Claire felt a hand gently cup her face. Instinctively she flinched and pulled away. Clenching her teeth she waited for the fist to come crashing into her face, but they never did. Instead the gentle hand came back, even softer this time. “Hey, hey. Look at me.” Claire tentatively opened her eyes to see the woman looking kindly down at her. Claire wasn’t tall by any means, but this woman was at least a half a foot taller than her. Oh god, that probably gave the man a full foot of height on her. “You ok. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help you get clean.” Matty lifted up her hand to run it through Claire’s sun bleached and unwashed hair, “Awwww. Poor girls. It looks like you could use a nice relaxing bath.” “I don’t want… you can’t…” Claire’s mind was frazzled. Thoughts of running, thoughts of pain, thoughts of that man with the gun, this woman, her sister. It was all too much and then her eyes started to hurt and her cheeks stung. Claire felt herself being pulled into a hug. Her face planted into the strawberry scented bosom of a woman she had just tried to rob. She clenched her jaw, willing the tears to stop but only succeeding in hurting her throat from the strain. Soon another set of sobs were heard from outside the embrace. Matty quickly reached over and pulled the other sister into the hug. What kind of garbage sister am I? Why am I crying? Stop crying! At first Claire thought that the dripping sound was just coming from her tears but Matty quickly ended those thoughts. “Uh oh. Looks like you didn’t quite get it all out the first time, Vicky.” Claire could hear her sister begin to hiccup from her own sobs. Wanting to comfort her, the older sister pulled her in closer. “No need to fret, dears. These things can happen sometimes. Now, a nice warm bath will have you both feeling a whole ton better.” “Claire?” Looking up, Claire saw that the woman holding her and her sister didn’t seem to have any kind of animosity in her eyes. Even looking closer, she couldn’t see the kind of disgust that usually accompanied the looks her and her sister got. “Oh… uh, yeah?” Matty rubbed her back and began shuffling both girls over to a tiled bench with a showerhead and drain close by. “You look after your sister while I get everything set up. Okay? Can you handle that?” The condescending tone should have irked her, but Claire felt… happy? No. Relieved? Maybe. “Yeah. I can do that. Mhm.” The feeling of being held by this kind older woman left and was replaced by her own embrace of her sister. Vicky had always been a shy girl, and ever since they were thrown out of the house, she had withdrawn further and further into herself to the point that she refused to even speak up anymore. Holding her sister close reminded Claire of the first time she had to comfort her sister in that makeshift hut under the bridge. She had only been 14 and Vicky 12. Their parents were… less than the best people around so Claire had only really been at home for the bare necessities, including her sister. She knew where they could get some food, where they could go for shelter, and where they could occasionally clean up, but what had really scared her was winter. That’s when she had turned to Jerome. He was a scumbag like the rest, but at least he wasn’t looking to pimp girls out. So long as Claire was able to get him a steady flow of cash from picked pockets, scams, and the occasional theft, he’d have a warm place for the two girls to stay. That and he would keep others of his ilk away from them. After Vicky had come of age, he had suggested she work for another one of the guys, but Claire had put her foot down… or at least tried to. In the end he at least agreed that so long as she could make the same kind of money that Claire did, Vicky would also be under his protection. The scent of lavender filled the grand bathroom. It smelled lovely. Just like the perfume stations at the mall. It brought back memories of walking hand in hand with her mother when she was much younger and her dad was still… Shit. Looking to the door, Claire noticed that the lock was on the inside. She should have been focused on getting out of here. If she had just moved while the woman was busy, her and Vicky could have already been out the front door by now. “Okay girls. Stand up for me.” Vicky had calmed down now and all Claire felt was the uncomfortable combination of tear streaks and embarrassed cheeks. Both girls rose up from their sitted positions and untangled themselves. Vicky looked like she would crumble in on herself at any moment, but was able to keep it together. Matty walked over to Claire and deftly reached for her pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down past her hips in one fell swoop. “Hey! I can do that. Stop!” Claire tried to reach down and grab the waistline but her hands were gently batted away. “I know you can, honey. You’re a big girl. But let Matty help you out so that she can get you both in the tub quickly.” Realizing the implications Claire protested further, “Wait. You can’t be serious. I appreciate the offer to shower, but you are not seeing me and my sister naked.” The woman now pulling her pants off one leg at a time let out a soft chuckle, “Of course I’m going to see you two naked. Do you often bathe in your clothes?” “NO! And that’s not what I mean. I mean we can just do it ourselves, and you don’t have to…” Matty got up once again and wrapped Claire in a hug, “Shhhh. You already told me you can do it yourself, and I told you that I was just helping you along.” “But…” “No buts, except for the cute ones that are about to get a thorough scrubbing.” Claire couldn’t explain it. The hug was completely unwelcome and a serious invasion of personal space, but she could feel herself leaning into it. How long had it been since someone had hugged her like this? Jerome would wrap his arms around her sometimes, but that was more him showing possession of her. Not exactly what you would call a hug. Claire felt another hand worm its way between her and Matty. Looking down she saw her sister pushing her way into the hug with her eyes still firmly rooted to the ground. “Oh! I see which one of you two is the cuddler. Come here love and get some more affection from me and your sister.” “Thanks.” The mumble was barely above a whisper, but Claire had heard it nonetheless. Vicky had spoken! It was just one word, but it was more than she had gotten in several years. “You’re very welcome. Now, before the water gets cold, let’s get you two situated.” This time, neither sister resisted. Matty stripped them both of their clothes and piled the worn out shirts, pants, shoes, and underclothes by the door. Both girls could still feel the embarrassment of being naked in front of a stranger and covered themselves with their hands as much as they could. Vicky was bashfully looking down, while Claire was alternating between the floor and her recently unmuted sister. “Okay, in you hop. Vicky first. Give Matty both your hands dear. No need to slip and fall.” With both girls safely in the tub Matty let out a sigh of relief, “There we go. Now you two soak for a minute while I go put these clothes in…” Matty picked up the bundle and grimaced. Claire knew her clothes were dirty from at least a week's worth of non-washing, but it couldn’t have been that bad. “...the wash? You know what, I think I should have something for you two. Harold’s niece is about Vicky’s size and some of her more baggy clothes could fit you, Claire. Now be good while I’m gone. Toys are in the attached plastic bin if you want to play.” Play? Alone at last, Claire began digging through her plans of escape. Getting out of here is top priority, but running down the streets at night completely naked isn’t going to work. Where can I get clothes? Even if they were loose, getting something from the couple would be the quickest option, but Claire had no idea which room was theirs. If the girls left the bathroom, only to run into the couple, she was sure their niceties would end and the police would be soon to follow. Water suddenly splashed across her face as Claire panicked. “What!” Looking over, Vicky had opened up what looked like a five gallon plastic treasure chest attached to the wall. Having sat back down too quickly, water was splashed onto Claire and a little over the edge. Vicky had what looked like a tug boat and some rings in her hand. Holding out her hand, Vicky beckoned Claire to take the boat. Claire sighed, “Vix, I don’t have time for this right now. We need to get out of here and…” “Play?” Vicky had once again spoken. Louder this time in fact. “Vix… you just spoke.” “Mmhmm.” What is going on? Why now? What is happening? The door opened, ironically temporarily closing off Claire’s plan for escape. “Okay girls. I got some clothes that will fit you two. Thankfully you're both itsy bitsy, so in the worst case scenario, you’ll just be extra comfy with baggy clothes.” Looking down at the two Matty noticed both the toys and the water on the floor outside the tub. Smiling broadly she sat the laundry basket of clothes down onto the toilet. “There you two go. I’m glad you are having fun, but now it’s time to get you both squeaky clean. If your clothes are any example you must be covered in mud and muck.” “Thanks but…” “Claire?” Matty’s voice suddenly dropped its playful pitch and became more threatening. Feeling the pressure, Claire straightened her back. “Ye… yes?” “Do I need to have Harold come in here, or are you going to be a good girl for me?” Sinking into the bubbles, the thought of not only this strange woman, but the man downstairs with the gun seeing her and her sister naked cowed the girl. “No. I’m fine.” “Say it for me, dear.” “Huh?” Looking up she saw the warm smile had once again returned to her captor. “Say, ‘I’ll be a good girl for you.’” “I…” Could this get any more embarrassing? “I’ll be a good girl for you.” Claire felt a hand placed gently on her head as it slowly combed through her hair. Mattty smiled even more broadly as she praised the girl, “There you go, such a good girl for me.” Claire could feel her chest swell with a little sense of pride. “I’m good girl too.” Matty and Claire both looked over to Vicky who was playing with the bath rings between her fingers. “Awwww. Looks like I have two good girls in the bath.” Reaching over Matty brushed her hands through both girls' scalps as they soaked in the affection. Claire was quiet for the rest of the soak time, she was less quiet for when Matty began to bathe her, and she nearly spoke up again when her more sensitive parts were thoroughly scrubbed. Once again she was being unwantedly manhandled, but couldn’t come up with any way out without angering the woman that now held the sisters’ fate in her hands. “All clean!” Matty sang, “So now it’s time to make sure you two get all dry and then nice and comfy.” Pulling from the basket Matty motioned for each girl to stand up and carefully step out before being wrapped in a warm fluffy towel. As Claire was sat down on the bench again she watched as her sister was toweled down. However, what surprised her was the big smile Vicky had as she was tightly wrapped up, “Mmmmm. Warm.” “That’s right, honey. It’s my special secret warm bath towel technique. Just a few minutes in the drier and then it feels like heaven after a bath. Okay girls, follow me.” Grabbing the laundry basket, Matty headed towards the door with Vicky in tow. “Wait!” Matty turned around to face Claire, “Hmmm? What’s the matter, hun?” Shouldn’t it be obvious? “You ummm… can we… can we get dressed… first?” Why do I even have to ask that? Isn’t her husband still out there? “Yup. You could, but…” Matt bumped her own head with her free hand, “I forgot your underwear. Can’t have you two walking around all nakey under your pants. That’s not lady like at all.” “That’s okay… we could just…” But Claire watched as Matty and her sister left the bathroom. Quickly following the pair in a huff, Claire felt like her head was on a swivel. The whole night was thoroughly FUBARd, but she prided herself on one thing. Keeping Vicky safe, both physically and from the leering eyes of scumbags. “Here we go girl’s. Right in here.” The door had a heart shaped sign labeling it The Playroom, but as Matty pushed in, the soft colors, plush furniture, and childish motifs screamed nursery. “Do you have a kid?” Matty had pulled Vicky over to the changing table. “Hm? Oh, no. We don’t have any children. Okay, Vicky. Be a good girl and let’s just,” with a little bit of effort, the woman lifted Claire’s sister up onto the changing pad before giggling, “hop on up. Just like a little bunny. Thank you honey.” Claire was beyond lost and was about to question what was happening when she saw the look on her sister’s face. She’s… smiling. Just a little bit of praise and she’s… “Claire?” The girl stood dumbfounded as her captor called out to her, “Huh?” Pointing to the closet Matty directed Claire, “In the closet on bottom is a shelf. There should be a white bottle with a pink label. Can you bring that over here.” Opening the closet was yet another shock. Onesies, dresses, sleepers… All manner of baby outfits, but they all looked… big? Pushing the thought aside Claire found a bottle fitting the description. Still at a loss she brought the item over just as her sister was being laid back onto the changing table. “Why do you need baby powder?” Matty looked down at Claire and smiled, “Come now, hun. Can you put all the pieces together.” Claire shook her head. Matty sighed before reaching over and grabbing the back of Claires head, pulling her in for a quick smooch on the forehead, “That’s okay hun. It’ll come soon enough. Now, pick out a diaper from the bottom shelf.” As she reached for the folded plastic garment on the bottom shelf of the table realization hit Claire like a freight train. Standing upright she confronted the woman who was about to diaper her ADULT SISTER! “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THIS IS? You think that you can just do whatever you want with us? You think we are just some fucking dolls that you get to dress up in your sick fantasy?” Claire felt like a dog trapped in a cage. Frantically taking in her surroundings it all came together. The overly large furniture, the diapers and clothes sized for an adult, and the dead give away was the row of paddles and enema equipment hanging on the wall. “Vix, get up! We have to…” Claire felt a tug on her arm. Trying to recoil, she backed up and saw that it wasn’t the madwoman trying to pull her down, but her own sister. “Claire… it’s okay…. Love you.” It was raspy from disuse, but Vicky was actually fully talking. Her blood pressure was still skyrocketing and the adrenaline pumping, but Claire felt just a bit of doubt break past her fight or flight response. “Vix, this isn’t the time to goof around. These people are demented. Their perverts. This isn’t right. This isn’t…” “It’s okay.” “IT’S NOT!” It all hurt. Her throat, her eyes, her cheeks, her muscles, her body. Everything was tense. Everything was ready to spring. Everything was everything all at once and it was all painful and it was all bad and it was all… Claire collapsed into sobs on the ground. The soft cushioning of the carpet lessened the impact, but as her towel fell away, Claire wrapped her arms around herself as tight as she could. She was an absolute failure. A useless other, not fit for normal society. So what if she ended up like some kind of sex doll for a wealthy couple? So what if she fully lost the last bits of her own humanity? No one would care, no one would think another second about the poor trash girl who stole money so that her and her sister could survive. The bits of kindness she had experienced in her life were all just shallow attempts to weaken her so that she could be used. None of this mattered anymore. None of it at all. The arms that wrapped around her were thick and strong. She felt like 500 pounds as some goliath lifted her up. She would be carried to a bed, laid down and stripped of everything her soul had left. She cried, she wept, she moaned, and she fell apart as she was jostled up and down unable to see past her own tears. Suddenly she felt a slim hand begin to rub gentle circles on her back. The joslting continued, but slowly, the rubbing started to feel… good? Claire continued to sniffle and cry, but the bouncing and back rub continued. Soon the thought of opening her eyes and accepting her fate slowly brought the girl out of her own misery. Claire opened her eyes to see that she had nestled her face into none other than the man who had just previously threatened her life, Harold. Catching her eyes, the red headed man gave her am awkward smile, “There she is. Thought you were gonna cry yourself into a coma.” “Wuh?” Matty’s voice sounded from behind her, “There, there, deary. Did you get all the tears out. Here’s a tissue from momma.” “Momma?” Claire’s question went unanswered as the tissue was pressed into her nose. “Blow, baby girl.” With no other choice, Claire blew into the tissue and felt the build up of snot and tears clear out of her airways. “Good girl.” Harold continued to bounce Claire on his hip as his wife rubbed the girls back, “Okay babygirl. You’re going to catch a cold like this. Let’s get you diapered up and then we can get you in a comfy sleeper.” Her emotions were dulled, but Claire still felt the spark of anger. “I don’t need diapers.” Matty walked behind her husband’s back and into view, “But don’t you want to match your sissy?” Looking around, Claire spotted her. Vicky sat with splayed legs on the carpeted floor with a doll in one hand and a teether ring in the other. The soft looking purple fleece sleeper hugged her body and accented the bulky diaper wrapped around her waste. Having been mentioned, Vicky looked up and matched eyes with her sister. Behind the butterfly shield of pacifier she smiled and giggled, “Com pway, Cwaire! Hehe.” Claire felt herself walked over to the changing table where she was lowered down onto her bottom and then pushed onto her back. “No, I really don’t…” The sound of velcro was followed by a strap coming down and stretching over the girls chest, pinning her back and arms down. “Harold, is that really necessary?” “I have a feeling Claire is a squirmy baby.” As if to prove his point Claire began trying to wiggle out of the bonds that held her down. Harold smirked at his wife, “See? Now let’s get our second girl safely padded.” —------------------------------------------------- The diapering had been embarrassing. As had the sleeper with built in mittens (a trait that was lacking on her sister’s outerwear). As had the playtime. As had the bottle feeding, the story time, and the eventually lights out. Both Matty and Harold had ended the night with a kiss on the sisters’ foreheads and a stern reminder that the baby monitor in the corner would let them know if either girl decided to be “naughty”. The light went out and all that illuminated the room was the fairy princess nightlight and the glow in the dark mobile humming above the two girls. Claire rustled in the crib, not so much for lack of room, but just from the residual embarrassment of it all. Laying next to her was Vicky, a girl Claire no longer recognized as she drank from a warm bottle of milk. Trying to avoid the monitor Claire gently rubbed her sister’s shoulder and whispered, “What are you doing?” With a pop Vicky pulled the bottle out before responding, “Drinking the baba, momma gave me. It’s good.” She pushed the second bottle intended for Claire towards the older girl. “Do… do you like this?” Putting the bottle back in her mouth, Vicky grunted, “Mmhmm.” “Like being treated like a baby?” “Mmhmm.” “Why?” Vicky continued to suckle the white liquid, but a look of concentration plastered her face. Finally she sighed as the last of the milky substance left the bottle. Turning over Vicky looked directly into her sister’s eyes, “It feels good. Momma is nice. Dadda is nice. I’m clean. I’m warm. I’m comfy. I’m safe.” “If we don’t get back, Jerome is going to…” “Fuck Jerome.” Claire was left speechless by her sister’s hate filled eyes. The door opened and both girls let out an “eep” as Matty glared down at both of them. “Girls. It’s bedtime. If we hear one more word from you two, it’ll be Daddy who comes up next time. Understood.” Claire blushed as Vicky nodded, “Yes, momma.” Matty smiled as she closed the door, “Good girl.” The sister’s didn’t talk again. One too afraid of “Daddy” and the other content to stay the good girl that “Momma” thought she was. It wasn’t long before Claire found the bottle forced between lips by her sister. Unable to fight back with her mittened hands and unable to say anything, eventually she relented and began to suckle. Unlike the milk earlier, this bottle was much sweeter and thicker, making the whole thing barely tolerable. Once the bottle had been drained Vicky removed it before pushing the clip on pacifier into her sister’s mouth along with chewing on her own. Claire felt the tiniest bit of joy as her younger sister then proceed to entangle the two together in a warm hug. “Wuv you sissy.” “I wuv…” Claire’s pronunciation was shot behind the thick bulb, “I wuv oo too.” —----------------------------------------------------- The night was… nice. The sounds of the city were long gone. The most either girl might be able to faintly pick up would be the creek of the house, or the hum of the air conditioning. However, Claire was unable to wake peacefully on her own. Instead, she felt herself jostled from sleep by Vicky who knelt over her with an urgant look on her face and sweat caking her forehead. “Sissy, wake up.” “Huh, what?” “Sissy.” Vicky doubled over, clutching her stomach. “Tummy hurt.” Claire sat up. Concern filled her chest as she watched her sister agonizing next to her when suddenly her own abdomine was filled with a sharp pain. “Aaagh. What… is this?” The feeling over her intestines twisting around themselves had both girls bottoms up and faces down as whatever had been in those bottles began working its way through them. Claire could feel her back passage straining to contain the mess she was too quickly made aware of. “Hello girls!” Matty’s chipper voice rang out as she opened a nearby curtain. “Uh oh. What’s wrong with my babies?” Claire looked through the bars and saw faux concern on the woman’s face. “Ugh. Please. We… gotta go.” Matty smiled, “Mmhmm. We have a big day. Time to get up and go.” Crawling over to the side past her sister, Claire pleaded, “Please. We need to go to the bathroom.” The woman put a finger to her chin in thought, “Hmmmm. No, I don’t think you two girls need a bath yet. Later today we can…” “WE HAVE TO POOP!” Claire was out of breath. The act of holding everything together seconds after waking up was becoming an insurmountable task. “Oh. Do you want Momma to help you?” Claire vigorously nodded her head. “Ask momma for help.” Why is she playing games right now!?!? “Please, help.” Matty tisked, “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t forget who you're asking.” Vicky flung herself around to face the woman, “MOMMA, PLEASE HELP!” The smile on Matty’s face grew as reached in to rub Vicky’s cheek. “Okay girls. Let Momma help you.” The taller woman cooed as she let down the rails. Claire began to climb out when a gentle but firm hand pushed her back. “Wuh?” “Hold on baby. Let momma help you.” Reaching in Matty manhandled both girls so that they were laying on their backs next to each other with their butts at the edge of the cot and their legs were dangling off. “Okay girls. Hands up on either side of your head.” The sisters looked to each other in pain and confusion but complied. “Now lift those legs up with your knees to your chests.” Again, both girls complied, but with groans as the position only worsened the feeling in their guts. “Okay, all ready…” Matty reached up and put a hand on each girl’s tummies, rubbing circles. “And one, two, three.” On three Matty pushed down. Claire’s eyes went wide and both girls let out a whine as the pressure became too much. Sticky brown mush was forced out into their diapers as wave after wave of poop surged out of their tired sphincters. The footed pajamas held the bulging diapers in place as the mess began to spread out and coat their bottoms. The smell was delayed, but quickly overpowered the scent of lavender and baby powder as both girls thoroughly filled their pants while laying next to each other in the crib. Claire was panting as she felt her stump of a hand being pulled away. Vicky smiled behind the shield of her pacifier as her face became flush and she let out a deep sigh. She looked over to her sister, as she finished pooping her thick diapers. “Mmmm. Sissy I feews betta.” Is… is she turned on. “Hehehe. Tank oo momma!” “Awww. Looks like I have not only a cuddly girl, but a super special good girl who likes making poopies for momma.” Matty cooed. The relief mixed with the shame to thoroughly redden Claire’s face. While her sister and captor were off in baby land, the older sister wiggled her hips. This is disgusting… right? Looking over Claire watched Matty pretend to play bongos on her sister’’s full diaper, while Vicky giggled like a toddler lapping up the attention. Reaching down, Claire pushed the diaper into her bottom. The very idea of pooping her pants was downright abhorrent… but the actual feeling of it wasn’t all bad. “Does someone else like her poopy diapie?” Claire found herself on the spot as both Matty and Vicky smirked at her. “No I just…” “Well, babies shouldn’t be playing too long in their messy pampers. At least the first time. Let’s get you both changed and ready for our guest.” —--------------------------------------- While the night before had been embarrassing, the day marked a new beginning for the sisters. Claire had watched her sister fully embrace the roll of baby for this well off couple as she begrudgingly participated herself. While most of the amenities the two were forced to use were only designed to fit one of them at a time, Momma had assured the girls that they would both be getting their own highchair, baby swing, crib, and bouncer along with whatever else momma and dadda wanted to get their girls. If Claire had thought that this was only temporary until the couple got bored, or she escaped, then she was in for a rude awakening. A strange man whom she and her sister were forced to call Uncle Franky, had shown up with stacks of paperwork and a shocking video of a bloodied and bruised Jerome swearing to never try to make contact with the girls again. Claire had been mortified, but Vicky was quick to hug and thank Uncle Franky. Paper after paper was cheerily signed by the younger of the two sisters while Claire watched as her and her sister lost their right to attorney, were officially declared unfit to care for themselves, and adopted by (put into custody of) Momma and Dadda. It was all so quick and painless. Claire had felt like her very personhood was stripped away with pen and ink, but Vicky had calmed her down. VICKY. The mute girl who up until 12 hours ago was nothing more than Claire’s shadow. Suddenly the adult baby girl was helping Claire eat with her hands, babbling behind her pacifier, saying her please and thank yous, and even wetting her diaper. It wasn’t long after her “adoption” that Claire found her new family moving to Uncle Franky’s new town, Bebelus. There weren’t many people yet, but apparently Uncle Franky had hired a big time construction company, law firm, and several other wealthy individuals. The months she had spent walking down dirt roads on a toddler leash with her legs splayed wide by a thick diaper as Momma and Dadda took the girls for walks were fun. But as the roads became paved and the empty lots became homes, Claire was nervous about being seen outside. Imagine her shock when one day she looked up from her playpen as the doorbell to ring, only to see Dadda walking in with a little girl in toddler dress and exposed diaper walking towards her. Apparently Mimi and her wife/Mommy, Charlotte had just moved in down the street and the “parents” had set up a playdate. That had been the sister’s first introduction into the ABDL community that Bebelus was becoming as more and more wealthy couples and their willing/unwilling babies moved in. Weekly playdates and monthly social gatherings meant the girls got plenty of exposure to other babies. It wasn’t long after that Momma and Dadda decided to reraise the sisters. Spurred on by the freedom their friends had, both girls (but mostly Claire is seemed) had pleaded to be given more privileges. And so the cycle of diapers, pullups, training panties, and on one very special rare occasion even panties was given to Claire. It might have bugged her for a while that Vicky never seemed to get very far into the pullup stage, often messing her first pair to the point of leaking, but if she could just graduate to full time grown up panties, maybe then, she could set a good example as the older sister. Then she could convince her little sister to finally re-grow up and they could both leave babyhood behind for good to live their lives. —-------------------------------------------- Claire woke up with a pep in her step. Dadda had convinced momma that she didn’t need a bedtime story last night and while it may have been a bit tuffer than usual to go to sleep, the training panties, big girl bed, and lack of the usual bedtime ritual had the girl feeling extra grown up today. After “losing” her big girl panties (Elise had promised her an all expense paid trip to the ice cream parlor in exchange for the elusive underwear) and being demoted to training panties, Claire had felt a little bit nervous at the prospect of the camera crew today. The fact that her friends had actually won the Desperate Housewives contest meant that soon her home would be filled with all kinds of strangers not from the town and definitely not from the community. Momma had been completely against it, but eventually dadda had convinced her that it was a good idea. Claire wasn’t a housewife, but being Momma’s baby girl meant that she would also have to participate. Vicky on the other hand. “She’ll be fine upstairs for most of the interview and once Claire is done with her part I can take the two girls over to… oh. Morning, honey. How’s my big girl?” The smell of fresh baked pancakes had the girl drooling. Even the panty check that Momma performed went by unnoticed. “Yup. Still dry. Such a big girl for momma.” “Mmhmm.” The burst of excitement and energy was waning as claire sat down in her booster seat next to her sister in her highchair. “Vix, are you gonna be okay in your room?” Vicky mumbled behind a mouthful of pancake, “Is kay. Gots a pwan.” The scent of fresh pee mixed with the smell of breakfast as Claire looked under her sisters tray at the engorged padding. “Are you ever gonna get out of diapers? Don’t you wanna be a big girl like me?” Vicky shrugged before swallowing. “Eh, eventually.” Breakfast was followed by a quick look around the house to make sure that none of the big baby paraphernalia was visible. Afterwards Vicky was coaxed into her room by the mild threat of a spanking. Claire could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the sound of the doorbell rang out. She greeted each member in turn (Dadda is very firm about manners) before offering them refreshments like a proper lady. She almost spilled the tray of drinks she brought to the seasonal room, but thankfully Momma was there to catch the wobbling tray. Dadda and Momma were naturals. Having perfected the art of telling their audience exactly what they needed to appear like upstanding people. If it’s one thing that Claire had learned since her trip back to infancy, it was that some people were just… better? No, that’s too mean. They were more? No. Well, whatever that one thing she had learned it meant that people are all different and sometimes that difference… “...Claire?” “Huh?” Everyone was looking expectantly at the girl as she sat there daydreaming. “Oh. I’m sorry. Hehe. What did you ask?” The woman in front who seemed to be directing all the questions smiled at her and then repeated her question, “So what’s it like living with such affluent parents? I’m sure you must be excited by all the various businesses your mom and dad have started must have given you a great perspective on what you want to do with your career.” Suddenly all of Claire’s prepwork went out the window. The responses she had planned, the speech about how much she cared for her parents, what it was like living in Bebelus, and what she did in her free time all went out the window. Career? What did I want to do again? I had something? It was… it had to do with… The silence in the room only got louder the longer it took her to respond. Everyone was looking at her. Dadda was smiling and momma was also smiling, but with a quick nod encouraging her to say something, and the lady was looking back at her parents and the camera crew were looking at each other and she wasn’t saying anything and… “BOOOOOO!” The loud scream behind her had the entire room jump a bit, but Claire went rigid. “Hehe. Got you sissy.” Vicky smiled as she leaned down over the couch having snuck out of her room. The interviewer coughed and politely interjected. “Ummmmm. Who is this? And Claire… did you just….” The question hung in the air. Claire hung her head in shame, the tears already spilling down her cheeks. She heard Momma and Pappa get up from where they were seated to no doubtedly yell at her for ruining everything, yet again. “Uh oh. Sissy had an accident.” Her sister’s childish declaration had Claire full on sobbing. As the pee was only partially absorbed by her training panties the rest had spilled out and over the couch cushion she sat on. Her big girl dress was already soaking up the pee around its edges and the makeup that momma had put on her this morning was running down her face. Shame, regret, fear, and all her childish impulses built up after years of being Momma and Dadda’s baby girl came spilling out as she launched herself into Momma’s arms. “Waaaaaah. I… I, I didn’t mean tuh. I’m sowwy Momma!” Claire felt her hair being brushed and her bottom patted as Momma tried to comfort the wet little girl, “Awww. Its okay baby. Momma’s gonna get you all clean in a nice fresh diapie. And by the smell of things, it looks like your sissy needs one as well.” “Oh my god. Did she…” The interviewer stood aghast as Vicky waddled around the couch. Her bulging diaper, strained against her sleeper and obviously full as it weighed down the back of her footed pajamas. “Dadda. I’m messy. Wanna new diapie.” “Okay, princess. Dadda will get you clean soon.” Turning to the crew Dadda waved his family along, “Let’s take this interview upwards. We showed you all the rest of the house, but not the girls’ nursery.” Vicky once again interrupted toddlerish enthusiasm, “Yeah! We got lots of toys, and all kinds of clothes, and a comfy crib, and oh! You.” Vicky pointed to the interviewer. The woman was wide eyed at the scene before her, but seemed to be following the group on autopilot, “Me?” Vicky nodded, “Yeah! You asked sissy what she was going to be when she was all grown up, right?” “Uh, yes?” Vicky broke from Dadda’s carousing and smashed into her sister full force with a hug before loudly declaring, “Sissy is gonna be a baby with me forever and ever!”

I had a big NorthShore MagaMax Air ad in the middle of the article. Maybe those would help.

So, do they want more breaks or better diapers?

Sorry for the wait for anyone that has paid attention to this. Chapter 7: Girlfriend Once outside, James put what happened in the bathroom to the back of his mind. Unfortunately, he was left recognizing the awkward feeling in his pants. It was weird to be walking around without any underwear. More than that, walking around without a diaper taped between his legs made things incredibly awkward. It felt like an itch that he couldn’t reach; that feeling of regression and a desire for diapers now put him in such an awkward position. He hadn’t been gone long, and Isabella was looking down at her phone and frowning before she noticed her date had returned. She was all smiles then. “All good with work?” She inquired, and James briefly remembered that was part of the excuse he had used. He quickly nodded but then rolled his eyes, acting as if the supposed email was no big deal. “The client had an issue with a process. I could resolve it in less than a minute. But you know how it goes. They are making a mountain out of a mole-hill.” Isabella laughed and nodded, “It’s always fun to get those messages. Though, I tend to be the one sending those types of emails.” She approached James and grabbed his hand. Their fingers were once more interlocked. He couldn’t get over how soft and warm her hand felt. He kept trying to play it cool, though. “Don’t tell me you are the office taskmaster?” She smiled, “I’ve been known to whip people into shape. Granted, I’m not the type to get on their case, though. However, gossip spreads, and suddenly you get a label attached to you. It could be worse, I suppose. A few people dare to call me the office mother-hen.” This time James laughed, “A mother-hen?!” Such an odd title to give someone. Then again, he was ready to call Isabella “mommy” if he could. Even so, quite the title to bestow upon a woman in this day and age. “Kind of sexist, if you ask me.” “Just a bit, but I’m not about to start something until it becomes a problem. Besides, it just references the order of things in my department.” James heard that last part and couldn’t help himself as he spoke next. “So…like a pecking order?” He smiled when he saw the glare from Isabella, “Sorry, but you walked right into that one.” Isabella gave him a look of only mild amusement, “Haha.” There was a brief pause, then they both started to chuckle. “That was a bad pun.” She remarked, but James still felt satisfied with his cleverness. Besides, he enjoyed making Isabella smile and laugh. There was no way to tell if she was just friendly to James’s attempts at being humorous or witty. For all he knew, this was incredibly awkward. Yet James felt confident that this wasn’t the case. She was enjoying herself, especially around him. He learned a few warning signs, but none of them had appeared. In fact, all signs pointed to Isabella enjoying herself. That Isabella initiated the handholding indicated a desire to get closer to him, which was telling. At this point, James felt confident enough to say that his first-ever date hadn’t ended in complete disaster. What was the next step, though? He had to remember that he was one accident away from embarrassing himself. On the other hand, the only thing keeping him from wanting to go further with Isabella was now in a trash can. Stuck in a strange paradox of relief and worry, James recognized that he had only so much luck left in this matter, especially after what almost happened in the bathroom. However, even knowing the possible risk, James didn’t want to end the date immediately, even when considering that possibility. Beyond the apprehension and uncertainty, James wanted to savor his time spent with Isabella tonight. “Did you want to walk around a little more and work the food and beer off?” James looked around a little, “It’s not that late, and it’s not like this place is dangerous or anything to walk around at night.” Isabella nodded, “I doubt anyone will try anything, especially since the police patrol around these parts. Besides, I’ll protect you.” James only heard “Mommy” would protect him, but he also remembered that she had actual combat training and experience. “I hope so; you are the one here who knows how to disarm someone.” She smirked at him, “Well, I’m a little rusty.” There was a pause before Isabella quietly remarked, “Thanks for not getting annoyed at me saying I’d protect you. My past boyfriends didn’t like it whenever I brought up I was in the army, for one reason or another.” James already has this conversation in mind, “Fact remains that you’ve been in an active warzone…so you have a rather large leg up over me in terms of diffusing a situation.” James didn’t need to do much to remind himself that Isabella had more spine than him. If he ever dared to tell her that he was a big baby, it would be like that one line that gets passed around in some thread. She wears the pants; he wears the Pampers. “I’m not trying to spout some feminist bullshit about not needing protection. Like, I know plenty of guys that could strong-arm me…hell, you could probably give me a run for my money if you bulked up a little.” The only “bulking” James did was filling his diapers, “But thanks…I appreciate the trust.” Isabella sounded almost relieved. James couldn’t help but ask, “Were you worried I would feel emasculated?” It was strange that Isabella felt apprehensive about these sorts of things. Then again, how could James understand such concerns? James was surprised to see Isabella’s face turning red as he waited for her response. “No! I mean…like I said, most of my exes thought I was lording over them because I had some experience in combat.” It was so odd to see her cringe for a moment, “Maybe they were a bit right. I went through that phase where I felt like I had every right to chime into a conversation because I was a ‘combat veteran.’ That was…” “Not your proudest moments?” James had Isabella beat regarding any ‘not your proudest moments’ competitions. “Well, it’s all the past?” He tried to comfort her, “Seriously, I do not feel like I have to keep up with you because you are a certified badass. I like that part of you.” He was rewarded with a small, grateful smile, “That’s kind of you to say, James. Still, maybe we should switch topics now.” She slowly leaned into him and gave him an unfamiliar look, “Like what will happen after we finish our little walk…” That question alone caused James’s heart to start racing. He hadn’t expected this conversation so soon. This was the moment of truth. James nodded once and then chuckled, “Well…what do you want to do?” “I don’t know.” Isabella answered honestly, “I’m still thinking about it.” The look of scrutiny was starting to unnerve James. “How do you think this night is going to end?” Now that was a difficult question and one that left him backed into a corner. He sighed, a bit frustrated, “Isabella, come on…” They both knew what he was trying to do if he asked to go inside her home. Except that was a bit too forward. This wasn’t some tinder date that ends in them fucking and never meeting again. However, if he decided to be cautious and end the date “peacefully,” James could spare himself from possible humiliation. The only problem there was it spoke of his “disinterest” in Isabella, which was the farthest thing from his mind. “I’m not going to get mad.” Isabella reiterated, “And I know I’ve come off a bit strong with all the flirting. Hopefully, not mixed ones.” He felt her squeeze his hand, and James remembered how close they were now. “There are no wrong answers here, but I want to gauge what you think will happen.” What terrified James more than anything was that he could sense that Isabella was sincere here. Even so, this was her putting a lot of trust in him, to be honest. “You want an actual honest answer?” Isabella stopped walking and looked at him, “James, if we are going to make this relationship a real, honest to god one, I just want some bloody honesty in it, at least from the start. Do that, and I will give you the same trust and honesty.” James had never seen someone look at him with such intensity in their eyes before, and this scared him. This was when he realized that if their relationship was going to be pretty serious, James had to understand and accept the severity of such requests by his partner. Daunting didn’t begin to describe this feeling welling in his chest. What the hell was he supposed to say, though? The actual truth? James wasn’t going to spill his guts out about being an adult baby right now, but he had to give her an honest answer. James was silent for a few moments before speaking up, “I…I’m a virgin, Isabella.” He felt his face red at admitting such a thing, “I’ve never been on a date before tonight, never even held hands with a girl, let alone a woman. And I really like the flirting and the fact that you seem to find me somewhat attractive.” James closed his eyes, “Because bottom line, you are beautiful and sexy and interesting, and…the chance to have sex with you is so fucking enticing right now.” He held up his free hand to stop a retort and opened his eyes, “That said…I’m not going to ask for it. Not on the first date and because I don’t want to ruin the night. Because real talk, I don’t want to be that guy, and I’m not pathetic enough to tank whatever we have just to lose my virginity.” That last part was a half-truth because James was pathetic enough but only about anything related to being a big baby. James trailed off and waited for her response. Her face was contemplative, but she didn’t seem surprised or shocked at his response. Isabella, however, seemed almost reluctant as she started speaking. She cleared her throat, “I wasn’t going to say ‘no’ if you wanted to sleep with me.” James' eyes widened, and then Isabella realized how that sounded because her face went red again, “Hold on, let me finish!” In James' fantasies, seeing someone who was the perfect Dommy-Mommy getting so flustered was remarkable. Isabella tried again, “We’ve both adults, and we both know that physical attraction is important in any relationship. Besides, there is nothing wrong with either of us expressing a…shall we say, a reciprocal act of enjoyment so early.” He barely heard that part, his mind still trying to comprehend that Isabella was that interested in him, “Yeah…sure, that sounds about right to me. No reason we can’t move things along.” “Exactly!” Isabella beamed back at him, “We don’t have to do anything tonight, but why spend the next four or five dates dancing around the topic? I like you, you like me, so no reason to just pretend we aren’t interested in sex otherwise.” He eagerly nodded, “I completely agree. There is no reason to make it happen tonight, but no reason to put it off or act like there isn’t any interest.” Because James was most was quite interested in precisely that. “Right!” Isabella seemed relieved at how the discussion was going now, “We are just clearing the air.” “Putting all our cards on the table as it were.” James chimed in once more, “Totally fine with me.” “Same.” There was a feeling of awkwardness and excitement in James' mind. Knowing all of this boosted his confidence quite a bit. There was also a worrying feeling, but James pushed such thoughts away. This was a moment to enjoy. He wondered if Isabella felt the same way. She was hiding it better than him. A minute of silence stretched between them before James spoke up. “So…do we want to try going on that walk again?” Isabella smiled and nodded, “Yeah. Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night.” The rest of their time spent on the date was pretty dull, not that James didn’t like spending a bit more time with Isabella, but a lot of things felt like they had gone unsaid. He had admitted to being a virgin, but she didn’t care. If anything, she was looking to take away his V-Card soon enough. Perhaps his concern was just all in his head now. James needed to stop thinking that everything would go up in flames. If anything, he had gotten more than he could’ve dreamed and had a wonderful time. What startled him was that not once did any annoying or distracting thoughts about diapers or him being a baby spring to mind the rest of the walk. Finally, it was time to end their date. The pair walk to where the date started; Isabella’s home. “Well, this is me.” Isabella remarked with a smile, still holding his hand, “So…I had fun. Did you enjoy yourself, James?” He smiled back but pretended to deeply contemplate it, “Yeah, I guess it was fun. Food was tasty.” “Oh, was that the only thing you enjoyed, really?” She smiled teasingly and pressed her body against him, “Tasty food?” For a moment, James wasn’t sure what else to say. Deciding to be a bit bawdier with his comments, he spoke up again, “Your dress looked…tasty?” “Just the dress?” The look in those beautiful eyes made James feel hot all over, “Because I can think of a few things that are ‘tasty’ for you.” He could see her pushing her breasts together, and James felt his cock starting to rise to the occasion. There was no other way to take that comment; Isabella suggested that her tits were “tasty.” Even if James was a purely vanilla man, that comment would’ve driven him crazy. But as an adult baby? James would’ve done anything at that moment to latch on and nurse from her tits like an infant. God, he wondered what her breastmilk would taste like. In any case, he didn’t have a proper comeback to such a lewd comment. So caught off-guard by it, he didn’t see the mischievous grin on Isabella’s face before she leaned forward and kissed James. Her lips felt smooth and warm, and he barely had time to savor them before she pulled away. Isabella gave him a smug look, “A little look and taste of what is to come, alright?” It took James a second to stop gaping in surprise. He had gotten his first kiss. It happened so fast, almost without preamble. There was certainly no romantic, dramatic build-up. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be thinking about breastmilk when it happened! “Uh,” James slowly nodded, “Okay.” The look of satisfaction sent a shiver down his spine, “Was my kiss…tasty?” He nodded swiftly, “Very tasty.” James licked his lips and tasted lip-gloss…it didn’t taste that bad. “Umm, do you want me to call or text you in a bit…? I didn’t know if I was going to get this far. Not sure what the post-date etiquette is exactly.” “Hmm…” Isabella contemplated that question, “How about I text you later after I check some work emails and see when I’m free for our next date.” That sounded reasonable, “Right…” James coughed and looked around, “I guess I’ll leave now.” “Sounds about right.” He stood awkwardly before turning to leave, but then he paused. Somehow he found the courage to make one last attempt at being witty, “Sorry, I don’t think I remember how to get home now, so maybe I can crash at your place and-” Isabella laughed and gently pushed him, “Go home, lover-boy; I’ll text you in a little bit!” “Will you at least tell me what direction to go?” He joked once more, “Cause I feel like it’s in the direction of your home…” She nodded towards where he came, “Try that way, and don’t get lost. I don’t want to find out my boyfriend is navigationally disinclined.” Isabella turned around to walk inside her home, “Good night, James.” He gently waved at her retreating form, admiring her backside, “Good night…” When Isabella closed the door, James stared at it for a few seconds before muttering, “Mommy…” Now his goodbye was finished, and he turned to go back home. James still couldn’t believe how this ended. He had a girlfriend. One that was attracted to him as well. Isabella was a perfect 10/10, and James still wondered what he had done to get such a woman to like him. James looked up at the night sky and smirked, “Okay, I owe you one, God.” He laughed at his little joke and continued on his way home. Yet as he made his way back, he made a point to check the state of his pants…and was terrified to see wet spots on the front. A trio of damp, quarter-sized splotches. Thankfully easy to miss, especially at night. However, the evidence lay before him. James tinkled into his pants at some point. Ah yes, that particular problem hadn’t gone away. By all rights, James had gotten quite lucky. Unfortunately, that didn’t make him feel any better about his situation. Because he could’ve very well pissed his pants in front of Isabella. He’d have looked quite the fool, trying to flirt with her and having an accident right before her. Pissing his pants like a baby while he thought about nursing from her breasts and getting breastfed like one… “Oh…fuck!” James moaned as the pent-up anxiety and excitement drove him to make another strange decision. James's incontinent issues didn’t mean he lost control over his bladder. As such, he could still control when he needed to pee. Hence, he wasn’t shocked when a dark spot appeared on the front of his pants as James intentionally started to wet himself. He felt hot piss running down his legs, and since he had no underwear on to deflect the flow, it just rushed into his socks and shoes. It seemed those beers had finally run their course through him. Whatever euphoric feeling left James once he felt the wetness on his feet. He felt a bit angry at himself as these shoes were expensive, and now he’d need to find some way to clean them. This was why he enjoyed wearing diapers. James wasn’t into just pissing himself for the hell of it. It did, however, make him feel like a complete fool. “I need to get home.” He muttered once again and recognized standing in the middle of an empty neighborhood with soaked pants, “I need to get home, right now.” James repeated once more before he started quickly walking home. No one was walking around, but a car could soon come by, and it wouldn’t be difficult for a driver to see his wet pants, even at a distance. Thankfully that didn’t seem to be the case. After about three minutes of speed-walking, James figured he was clear. There were enough spots for him to hide if push came to shove, so all that mattered now was not setting off some alarm or a neighbor reporting a suspicious individual prowling around the houses. With that assurance in mind, James took a moment to ponder how fucking stupid and pointless it was to pee his pants. This was brand new clothing, after all. It wasn’t like he pissed himself on accident either. No, doing it intentionally was beyond immature…it was the sort of thing a toddler did to get attention. “Only way I could top this is if I pooped my pants now,” James remarked aloud and then blushed brightly. Even though no one was around, saying such a thing to anyone within ear-shot was humiliating. Unfortunately, his mind was enjoying the prospect of going full baby and messing his pants. James, however, wasn’t about to do something that gross. Pooping in a diaper was one thing, but shitting his pants was something else entirely. He wasn’t about to completely ruin his pants, shoes, and socks by doing that. Nevertheless, James fantasized about the prospect and played the idea in his head… “Excuse me, sir?!” A busty cop had corned him in the middle of the street, “Are you intoxicated?!” “What?! No!” James tried to defend himself, even though he had been caught with wet and poopy pants, “I’m just trying to get home!” The cop didn’t seem to believe him as she approached and looked down at him, “You pissed your pants? Some drank a bit too much, but they can’t handle their alcohol either.” She then noticed something in the air and started sniffing, “Oh my god, did you poop yourself as well?!” “I swear it’s not like what it looks like!” Even as his face got redder, he tried to lie, “I have…I have incontinence issues!” That made her even angrier, “Then why aren’t you wearing some protection?!” James had no answer before grabbing him by his wrist; she scoffed, “Honestly, this is a nice neighborhood, and we don’t need some drunk kids defecating on people's front lawns because they can’t remember their potty training!” He didn’t have a retort to such a claim, so instead, James resorted to begging, “Please don’t arrest me!” The police officer rolled her eyes, “It’s your lucky day because I’m not going to. I’m not about to have my squad car stink up, and I just got the backseat cleaned. Additionally, there is no way you would survive among gen-pop for the night.” Dragging him towards her squad car and ordering him to stay put, the cop popped open the back of the vehicle's trunk and pulled out what appeared to be a baby-blue bag. “Lucky for you, we live in a progressive state and county.” She brought James to the hood of her squad car, “And one of the newest programs is to use a bit of humiliation rather than a night in jail to set young men like you straight.” Setting the bag down, his eyes widened as he saw the bag's contents. It was full of diapers and changing supplies! A police officer was going to diaper him?! Not only that but in public?! There was no way this was legal. He tried to make an argument, but instead, he could utter a pathetic, “No, you can’t put me in a diaper; I’m not a baby!” James said while wearing wet and messy pants. “Could’ve fooled me!” The police officer joked as she unfolded a diaper, “But right now, you have the option of getting diapered or going to jail if you press me any further. So, get those pants off before you make an even bigger scene, little boy!” James winced at hearing the angry tone of the woman, and he couldn’t help but feel the need to obey beyond her being a police officer. She was speaking to him like how a mother would talk to a toddler. When James took too long to respond, he felt her hands reach for his pants and started fiddling with his belt. A few seconds later, they were pulled down. The smell of poop was a lot more noticeable now. Worse yet, James had a full erection. The cop laughed, “Seriously?” Shaking her head before helping him out of his pants and ignoring his penis before she barked out new orders. “Turn around; I’ll need to clean you up.” James obeyed, and a few seconds later, he felt a baby wipe going up and down his crack. The cleaning thankfully lasted only half a minute before he was pulled around and gestured toward the hood of the car, where an open diaper awaited him. As the officer spoke, he felt a crack on his butt, “Come on now, no more stalling. Let’s get you all padded up!” James nervously approached. He saw that the diaper looked big, thick, and designed to keep big babies like him from making any more messes. He sat down on it, almost with some enthusiasm. If nothing else, James had to accept that this was his lot in life now. It was better than jail, at least. Then he heard a voice that almost caused his heart to stop beating, “James?!” It was Isabella! What the hell was she doing here? He looked over to see his girlfriend of one night staring at him. “What’s going on here?!” The cop turned, looked over at Isabella, and gave her a once over, “Do you know this young man?” “Yes!” She nodded, “What are you doing to him?!” "Ma'am, I’m sorry to say your son was caught shitting himself on someone's lawn while intoxicated, and I need to get him into a diaper per new county law.” James felt like he wanted to die at that moment: "As soon as I’m finished, you can take him, but you will be getting a report on this matter.” Isabella could only stare as James' penis was covered in baby powder before the diaper came up and covered it, “I…see. Yes, he’s my little boy, alright. Evidently, I need to start all over again in rising him.” She crossed her arms while staring at her boyfriend turned adult baby. A police siren could be heard in the distance. James nearly jumped out of his skin and into a bush. After a few seconds of no follow-up, he realized that the sound came probably a few blocks away, and he sighed in relief. That was until noticing how aroused he was now. His thoughts returned to the idea of pooping himself, but he ultimately decided against it. No matter how horny he was at the moment, maybe it was better to just go home and be a complete deviant there. With that in mind, James started his journey back home, awkwardly walking with a boner pressing against wet pants. Another gentle reminder of why diapers were so much better than boring underwear and that he needed to be in them for his own sake and comfort. To no one surprise, nothing else happened on the way back to his home. James unlocked the door, stepped inside, and said, “I’m home” to himself. His date was completed. It was time to enjoy himself in the best way possible. James paused for a moment, then quietly spoke, “Mommy…I had an accident!” He faked a sniffle as he stood near his front door in wet pants of his own making. It wasn’t an accident, just someone like him wanting to go back into diapers. Heading towards his small laundry room, James started to carefully strip his clothes and grimaced once he took off his socks and shoes. The pee had reached them after all. As he stripped down his pants, he felt overwhelming alleviation, both for getting out of them and because he didn’t need to wear big boy pants anymore. His cock was still hard and erect, though. Which would need to be taken care of as well. Stripping off everything else, James stood utterly naked now. He started a load of laundry, grabbed his phone, and then swiftly headed up to his room before halfway deciding to get on his knees and crawling the rest of the way. Acting like a baby that somehow took off its diaper. “Hehehe!” James giggled playfully before entering his room and heading towards his diaper shrine. He had wanted to control his desire to indulge, but he was too giddy after how well tonight had gone, in more ways than one. His first kiss! His first girlfriend! Hell, he might have even lost his virginity tonight. But that Isabella had been so happy and forthright in their discussion. It made James feel extraordinarily happy. Yet even with that in mind, he still felt aroused. So, perhaps he had earned this reward. James grabbed a PeekAbu, a pair of boosters, and all the other things needed to get a baby cleaned and readied for his diaper. Once fluffed and unfolded on his bed, James eagerly sat on the fluffy undergarment and prepared to start wiping himself when his phone buzzed. He planned on ignoring it until he saw that it was a text message from Isabella! It spoke of how important she was now as James had forgotten his diaper to look over the message eagerly. The odds were good; it was just here texting back that she had fun and maybe planning out what to do for next time. He almost realized how funny it was to text back a woman like her just as he was about to put a diaper on. Her message started off normal enough; “I had a lot of fun! Hope you did as well. Sorry if I’m bugging you. I’m just thinking about tonight, still. Maybe had a bit of wine as well :P.” James laughed and was about to text something back until he saw the next part coming in… “I hope I didn’t blue ball you…” He was taken aback by the comment, though he barely had to ponder there was more coming, “OMG! I meant to say I hope I didn’t piss you off!” This was probably one of the best nights of his life, even if it didn’t end in sex. James should’ve responded, but he wanted to see where this was going… “So maybe I can end the night with something tasty >:). Just for you, James…because I know I can trust you not to spread these around…” He barely had time to register that remark before a video file was sent over to him and automatically started playing...on the screen was Isabella, although her head was cropped off the video. He certainly knew it was here because of the dress. There was no sound, unfortunately, but James could imagine there was a fair amount of giggling and whispered comments as she pulled down her clothes. Isabella was wearing a bedazzling display of underwear, a matching red velvet bra set that hugged tightly to her fit body. James couldn’t get over how sexy and beautiful she looked, but his eyes couldn’t turn away from just how provocative her panties made her or that her gorgeous tits looked even bigger. He was almost disappointed that he didn’t get to look at her face in all of this. Was she smiling, giggling, or was there a knowing smirk, confident that she just took his breath away. “Holy shit…holy shit…” James repeated quietly, his right hand going down to grip his hardening cock. He was pretty sure this was sexting, and thankfully, this was with both their consent. But James couldn’t imagine getting a woman this amazing in his life. The contrast of the clothing situation was also enticing him. James hadn’t forgotten that he was sitting on a thick diaper, ready to trade his manhood for babyhood for the night, especially after wetting his pants. Yet his girlfriend unknowingly reminded him of what a future power dynamic would look like the further their relationship. James quickly reached forward for some baby oil. He had finished wiping himself, but that was about to change. Setting his phone down and putting the video on loop, James covered his hands in the oil, grabbed his cock with both hands, and started vigorously jerking himself off. “Oh god, mommy! Mommymommymommy!” He chanted while watching a literal goddess showing off her body, just for him. Just because she wanted to. Isabella wanted to have sex with him, but James kept thinking there was no way he could hope to please her! He saw how strong and mature Isabella was, even seeing a part of army dog-tags hanging between her breasts. The only thing that would ever hang like that around James was his pacifier. God, he wanted to suckle from her tits! Seeing those panties made James wild with lust. He wanted to pull them down and fuck Isabella properly, but he knew his baby dick needed to be in a diaper. At best, she would grind up against him. In any case, his diapers would catch all his messes, so Isabella didn’t have to worry about a clean-up. As James felt him close to an orgasm, he felt himself lingering on the video. And then, he thought about how lovely Isabella looked and how happy James felt at hearing her wanting to be with him. All those flirting and enjoyment, making this one of the best nights of his life, made him briefly forget about all his adult-baby-fueled sexual thoughts, long enough to think about Isabella as the person rather than some fantasy. Remembering her lips' taste was what finally brought him over the edge. “Isabella…” James muttered once before he felt a tightening around his crotch, and a stream of spunk shot out. He had enough muscle memory and consideration to pull up the front of his diaper. A good idea in hindsight, as the intensity of the orgasm hinted that it was a significant amount. An entire night of self-induced build-up, released in an incredible moment to end the whole night. Cumming into a diaper was nothing new for James. But this felt different. There was a sense of shame, but he felt relieved and happy in that same vein. To be fair, Isabella had wanted him to not blue-ball himself and provided the fapping material. She didn’t know that a big baby like him jerked off into a diaper for her troubles. It took a moment for James to compose himself. His breathing was still heavy, and his ears were still ringing. James reached for more wipes and cleaned his hands and crotch to remove the sticky feeling around his fingers. Once that was finished, he was shocked to see a few more messages from Isabella and that ten minutes had passed. A small timeline of texts hinted at hear enjoying his silence. “Did you like the video…?” “Hello…?” “I guess you did. :P” James needed to respond now. But what the hell was he supposed to say? Perhaps in his post-nut-clarity, he’d have fantasied about sending Isabella a picture of what his underwear looked like, but he knew better. Instead, he finished putting his diaper on for the night and then started his response. “Bold of you to send me that.” “You can always delete the video.” “I’m just saying.” “You aren’t going to delete it, are you? :3” Even after everything, James started blushing at getting caught. There was no way in hell he would get rid of this. To hell with this; he needed to go on the offensive. “You are beautiful.” “Nice deflection! But thank you…” "I mean it.” “I know. I imagine there are a few other words you’d use to describe me after seeing that video. 3:)” James needed to realize that he wasn’t dealing with some shy girl. “Fuck it…” James spoke aloud as he lay in bed, his diaper crinkling loudly. He ignored it and focused on the text. “So…what do I have to do to see you without the bra and panties on?” A minute or so passed. James wondered if that was a bit much, but Isabella responded with a laughing emoji and text. “Keep taking me on dates, and we’ll see…:P.” This was an excellent opening to change subjects. “Speaking of dates, when do we want to try for the next one, and where?” “I don’t know, but I think I’ll plan our second date, and you can do the next one. Rotate around, you know. Anyway, I’m going to call it a night. You sleep well, babe!” He wanted to ask a little more details, but the conversation seemed to end now. He was about to send a generic, “Alright. Good night, Isabella.” But something stopped him. James quickly reworded the message but hesitated for a moment. He somehow found the confidence to send. “Keep calling me babe, and I might have to start calling you mom or something, lol.” It was such a weak move to tack on a ‘lol’ at the end, but it at least prevented any awkwardness. Her response was crazy: "Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing a boyfriend has called me. Mommy at least sounds nicer than Toots or Shug.” Hearing that made James' heart flutter for a few seconds. Still, he tried to play it off, “Right, I’ll keep that in mind. Well, good night, Isabella.” “Night, James. Don’t stay up too late looking at my video…:3.” James knew better than to respond to that. The conversation soon concluded. Everything said and done was beyond crazy for someone like James. Yet looking back on it, the date was overall an ordinary affair. The only complications were all in his mind. Staring up at his ceiling, James must have been trying to figure out what to do next. A bit of anxiety welled in his heart over the realization that his life had changed. He had a girlfriend now, who was flirty, sexy, and mature. Although James wondered about the mature part. As he looked down at his diapers, he realized that was somewhat hypocritical. There was so much to think about now and going forward. James needed to reevaluate so much of what he did, what he could do, and what he couldn’t do anymore. Other problems required addressing, such as his weird incontinence issue or what would happen if Isabella suddenly showed up at his home and all his babyish things were out in the open? And if their relationship got increasingly involved, when was he supposed to reveal all of this to her? How would he even do it? His horny fantasies were the worst thing that could happen regarding this. Thankfully, Isabella seemed a relatively open-minded woman. Then again, he had only gone on one date with her. There was still much to unravel about her. All of that was for later, though. After everything that happened, James felt tired. He thought about looking over the video a few more times but decided against it. He got up from his bed, waddling downstairs, and filled a baby bottle full of water in his kitchen. Something told James he’d have a slight headache in the morning. Once he got back in bed and turned off the lights, he started suckling from his baba. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, James imagined what it would’ve been like if he had stayed the night with Isabella. What would have happened? He’d lose his virginity, that much was sure, but would they have just spent the night fucking one another? Most likely. But a small part of him wondered what it would’ve been like for the two to just share a bed and hold each other. A sappy thought, but out of all the erotic and bizarre ones, that was the one he fell asleep to. Tomorrow would bring about the first of many new challenges, albeit not in one instance. Until then, James dreamt about Isabella holding him, gently patting the front of his diapers, and the two giggling and whispering sweet things to one another.