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Heres the next one :0) Any & all constructive criticism welcome! Chapter 3 Brushing her nose, Laurie peered up at the woman with annoyance; admittedly, with all she’d seen outside the alley, her comment had only partially caught her off guard. ..Wandering off? The hell? "Uh, Ma'am, I'm in my twenties. I'm really not sure what you’re trying to say." Attempting to keep her composure, Laurie figured the best thing she could do was introduce herself; she wasn’t some misguided child, and hopefully the woman would see that..despite the situation she was in. "-- Well, anyways!” Rubbing her neck, Laurie attempted to soothe her nerves. “I’m Lorelei.” Giving the Little her full attention, Nora quietly eyed her up and down. After ushering Laurie away from prying eyes, Nora found herself feeling a bit awkward, but the Amazon figured after getting a full grasp on the situation, she’d know what to do. “Oh! That's a really pretty name!”, the Amazon tried. Nora was already physically at the Little’s level, now she just needed to figure out how to get on her level..psychologically? Socially? “..I usually go by Laurie for short,actually." Offering the woman a modest smile, Laurie fell silent. Ok. I..should–I just ask her? Maintaining her small smile, Laurie ran through the possibilities in her head; namely how to ask the massive woman in front of her where the hell she was. Now that she was actually holding a conversation with one of them, it was harder to keep her anxiety at bay. “..Laurie is also cute!” Nora chimed in, attempting to keep the conversation flowing. The Amazon knew she was probably coming off as..strange. It was weird to actually be having a real conversation with a Little; Laurie seemed to be very well-spoken. Surprisingly, Nora didn’t even detect a hint of a lisp..and, on some level, she hoped it would stay that way. Cringing at the woman’s remark,Laurie fought the urge to roll her eyes. Just focus on the task at hand. She ask where she was..and then about how to get home? Where the nearest police station was?..Maybe if she could use her phone to make a call? There were too many things she could ask the woman, especially why giants kept people as.. infantile pets? Of course, Laurie didn’t know if that was undeniably how they viewed normal-sized humans, but judging how the giantess was talking to her and what she’d seen, she couldn’t be far off. Sitting in silence for a couple seconds, Laurie attempted to push forward to garner any answers she could. “Soo,Miss?--” "Nora.", The Amazon filled in the blank for her, still feeling a bit out of place. "..Well, Ms.Nora, I am actually lost.”, Laurie chewed her lip. “..So you did wander off? Well, that's not an issue, I’m sure your Dadd–” “No. I did not. I actually..w-well, it might sound weird, but I’m not sure how I got here.”, Laurie cut her off curtly, becoming more uncertain as she spoke. Squinting at the girl, Nora racked her brain. Some kind of portal Little?? “Annnnd, so..well–”, Laurie timidly began. “Why is everyone so tall?” A brief silence filled the alleyway once more. Nora figured she had to be some sort of portal Little. Maybe something went wrong with her coming through..because she clearly wasn’t supposed to be here. Or she could be vacationing? Got separated maybe.. Yet, that didn’t really explain Laurie’s amnesia or her confusion when it came to Amazons. If she was pulled through for adoption, it was most likely to save her life as well–that would explain her lack of memory. Pulling a stray hair from her skirt, Nora thought about the best way to explain to the Little where she was. Should she be nonchalant? Reassuring? "Okay Laurie, it seems like somehow, you've made your way into our dimension, which of course is different from yours in some ways–” as the Amazon began to gingerly explain, the Little cocked her head, trying to take it all in. Nora pressed on, eager to get her explanation out. “ So! ..I’m not going to run through everything, but, the major difference you’ve most likely noticed are the Amazons–the bigger people." Shifting her weight, Nora wondered if she was doing a good enough job. Using the Little’s facial expression to gauge her next move, she offered up a bit more information. " Here, we call your kind 'Littles', y'know, because you’re smaller; anyone pretty much between 4 to 6 feet qualifies for the title..” Struggling to keep her calm, Laurie barely moved a muscle–she didn’t realize she was holding her breath until a labored exhale escaped her lips. Other dimensions? It was crazy..and yet, here it was. The evidence was staring her in the face. “..W-What are the, well, the diapers and stuff about?” Gnawing her lip in earnest, Laurie hoped that Nora could disprove her theory. It was just…too messed up to believe. ..Am I sure I’m not on drugs? Nora saw the rising panic in her eyes, but she knew there wasn’t a whole lot of comfort she could provide her with. Only the truth..Laurie asked, so she had to tell her. "..Well? So, how do I phrase this?..” Nora never really had to explain to a Little why and how they were a Little before. As much as it was common knowledge to the Amazon, she knew that being blunt about it wouldn’t help. Conversely, acknowledging on some level what Littles went through, Nora also knew there wasn’t a way to approach it delicately. Shit. With each passing moment, Laurie looked at the woman with more and more anticipation. Beginning to open her mouth to ask Nora to hurry up, she was abruptly cut off. “--Essentially, they’re like.. pseudo-children for us.”, Nora blurted out. Well this is definitely going to make me late for work. It wasn’t as delicate as the Amazon had hoped her explanation would be, but it did the job. Nora was sure that there would be follow-up questions..and probably tears. Then, paired with or following the tears, Nora also expected the typical tirade about ‘maturity’ and ‘independence’; she predicted anger and indignation. Yet, upon hearing her explain, Laurie’s expression of uncertainty contorted into one of fear and panic. With her biggest suspicion confirmed, she didn’t know how she was going to get out of the situation with her adulthood intact. Again,there was absolutely no room for skepticism with the massive woman squatted in front of her. Any one of the Amazon’s could easily snatch her up, and she’d be gone—just like that. Lasting only a couple seconds before her face began to crumple, Laurie gave into her stress, any thoughts or questions she had took a backseat. Don’t. No, don’t cry.. She willed herself to keep it together. However, she was already beginning to cry, and in a matter of seconds her silent tears evolved into a sniffly sob. Of course, Laurie wanted to be productive..to ask the necessary questions, to make her way out of this–but, she was far too overwhelmed. Watching as she began to sob, Nora felt a tad guilty. Well? I mean, what was I supposed to say? She’d expected Laurie to get emotional..but what she envisioned was a lot different compared to what was now in front of her. Even though the Little was sobbing, she wasn’t very loud–and it wasn’t tantrum induced..she seemed genuinely discouraged. Continuing to watch her awkwardly for a few beats, Nora knew she had to offer some sort of reassurance..after all, she was supposed to be helping. “..Uh,well..?”, the Amazon glanced at her heels, unsure about how to comfort her. Internally, Laurie’s panic was making Nora panic. She felt frazzled, and again, somewhat out of her element. This wasn’t part of her routine, this wasn’t how her friend’s Littles acted. The Amazon didn’t deal with indecision well; it was rare that she didn’t know what to do, no matter the situation. Maybe a hug? Slightly rising from her crouched position, Nora clumsily began to shimmy towards her. Hearing the scuffle of the Amazon’s heels, Laurie immediately looked up. W-What..what is she doing?? Watery eyes widening in fear, the Little promptly started to back up. ..No way. No way she's going to– “Hey–it’s just..you looked like you could use a hug?”, Nora sheepishly opened her arms, hoping she didn’t look too intimidating. She really wasn’t good at this kind of thing. Glancing between the Amazon and the opening of the alley, Laurie raised an eyebrow. “W-What?” Looking down at the girl, Nora almost wanted to laugh at her expression; Laurie’s gaze bored through her, a mix between skepticism, sassiness, and confusion. Eyes still large and shiny from crying, she scrunched up her nose in suspicion. I mean, she's kinda cute. Still waiting for an answer, Laurie watched Nora zone out, a small smirk spreading across her face. “What the hell are you smiling at??”, the Little bit out, slightly crossing her arms. No way she’s gonna try to make a freaking move on me..and then laugh about it.. Instantly withdrawing her arms, Nora frowned. Sheesh, attitude. “Hey. I was only trying to be nice–” Scoffing, Laurie stared at her defiantly, waiting for her to say something else ridiculous. “Also, considering what I just told you, you really shouldn’t use language like that–” “I feel like it’s justified, especially with some giant woman coming at me like a dope.” Ok..that was way too mean. “S-Sorry, I–” Rolling her eyes, Nora hurriedly finished her explanation. “--As I was saying, that’s the quickest way to get noticed by a bunch of Amazons..misbehaving.” Nora was still holding back laughter, what Laurie said was genuinely funny; she wasn’t offended, but talking like that was a surefire way to get into trouble. “Like I was saying, because most Amazons here view you as..well, a baby, or ,if you’re lucky, a toddler..you need to watch what you say.” I guess that makes sense. “Listen, I’m sorry…I know you’re just trying to help–”, Fiddling with her sleeves, Laurie continued her apology. “..It’s just, I can't really trust anyone.” Briefly meeting Nora’s eyes for emphasis, she tugged on her sleeves harder. “A-And apparently I’m in another dimension, and I don’t know how I got here, and–” Hanging her head in embarrassment, Laurie started to sniffle again. “Hey, don’t worry, okay?” Nora softly reassured her. “We’ll figure something out.” Sulkily nodding her head, the Little wanted to believe her, but still, her paranoia persisted. Nora seemed trustworthy enough, especially having gotten some answers from the Amazon. However Laurie subconsciously knew that she was the only one who prioritized her return back home; everyone else..well, it was clear what they wanted. As her chin trembled in tandem with her sniffles, she clenched her jaw in irritation. Nope. Can I for once..just keep the tears inside of my eyes? Shit. Throughout the entire interaction, Nora’s gaze hadn’t left the Little; watching her grapple with her emotions was conflicting. Laurie felt like she was losing her grip; the situation was just.. too much. Thinking back to her University back home, she could only imagine the setbacks this would cause her. Piling on even more, she thought about how she didn’t really have anyone back home to miss her; in truth, she wasn’t very good at making friends, and she wasn’t close to her family either. Laurie had kept her own company, and made her own money to put herself through school. The only people that would notice her recent absence for sure were her Professors. Her sniffles were halted by a dry chuckle, she truthfully did hope some of her Professors would notice something was up. Before all this, she was looking forward to what the future held after her graduation…but now, she didn't know. Nora continued to stare, racking her brain for a place that would actually help Laurie; in the meanwhile, something was pushing her to reextend her offer for a hug. “..Hey.” She started softly. “Are you sure you don’t want a hug?” Nora gently opened her arms to the Little once more. Fuck it, why not. Wordlessly closing the distance between them, Laurie gingerly stepped into the Amazon’s embrace. Pressed into Nora’s lap, the Little slumped over in exhaustion. She didn’t care that she was cuddled up to some random woman, she didn’t care that she was an ‘Amazon’, to Laurie, it just felt nice to be held. Nora lightly wrapped her arms around the girl, growing more anxious with each passing moment. What the hell am I going to do? Again, Nora tried to weigh her options. Laurie didn’t strike her as the kind of Little who would lie, especially considering how stressed she seemed. Even so, she had no idea how to help her in the way she wanted to be helped; no Amazon would actually consider sending her back to her dimension. Not to mention, the process of dimensional travel was complicated, and from what Nora knew–it could be dangerous. What if someone was looking for her? If she was supposed to come through the portal and ended up here, someone had to be looking for her. Realizing more and more what she’d probably have to do, her heart sank.

Chapter 54: Aenonnos Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess “So... this is really it? This is really Aenonnos?” I asked, looking around at the beautiful scenery. The tide crashed against the rocks in the distance. The warm air filled my lungs. The air felt so... pure... much different to our own dimensions. Gulls cawed over by the cliff. Everything just felt so... natural. Like it hadn’t ever been touched by humans. But as I turned around, I saw the gleaming city of Aenonnos across the river that connected to the sea nearby. Marble spires, gold inlay decorating even the simplest of buildings... even from here it looked impressive. And having such a strong interest in the Zadri made me excited to see the city up close. The long white bridge Rose and Faith had talked about from their vision about looked even more beautiful than they described. Normally a city made mostly out of marble and gold would have been impossible to create on our Earth... but here, with magic... it was certainly an impressive marvel to behold. “If the memories and our visions are true, then yeah, we finally made it.” Rose replied. “Fucking finally!” Faith shouted, quickly earning herself a smack on her padded rear by Morgan and a disapproving look from Evie. I looked around, checking no one was about. “We’re the only ones here...” I mumbled. “I guess they don’t visit here often. I wonder what the population size is...” Rose started talking to herself, so we all left her to it as we took in the scenery whilst we could, before we get moving to find the Goddesses. “So... they’re supposed to be nice people...” Olivia started to say something. “We’ll need to hide our faces.” Noelle said, abruptly. “Huh?” “They know us. We have the same faces as their Goddesses. We’ll need to cast a spell on us to glamour over our faces.” “Won’t they be able to see through that? They’re a magic-based civilisation.” Liv asked. “We can’t say for sure... but I think it’s our best option. Especially as we need to find out more information first, which would require talking to the citizens.” “That’s my clever little baby...” Rose appeared out of nowhere. One second she was staring off into the distance in her own thoughts, the next here she was, kissing Noelle on the forehead and making her blush. The interaction was cute, but it made my competitive nature kick in, so I grabbed Paige’s wrist and pulled her in close. “Don’t you go running off, babygirl. You stay with Mummy whilst we’re here, got that? I can’t have a repeat of the Diaper Dimension...” I warned her. My wife just blushed in that cute little way she does when she’s feeling subby and little. Locking my fingers around hers, we held hands as I started walking off in the direction of the city. “Where are you going?” Rose asked. “You said we need to talk to the locals. So let’s get going, it’s already getting late by the looks of it...” I said, using my free hand to point at the sun that was currently setting. “You can cast your little glamour spell on the walk up.” Everyone quickly followed as I walked off with Paige up the beach towards civilisation. Along the way, Rose and Noelle had cast some kind of glamour spell on us all, making our faces different to anyone else who looked at us. To ourselves, we looked normal, but to any of the Zadri, we’d be random strangers who looked nothing like the Goddesses. Using the memories that we had witnessed, they also glamoured our outfits to match those the Zadri would be seen wearing. We just hoped they didn’t change their taste in fashion in the thirty-odd years since the Goddesses were around. In fact... we just hoped not too much had changed in those years, a lot can happen in thirty years... “Right everyone... guards ahead...” Rose warned. My heart was racing as I prepared myself, standing tall. It was one thing being on Earth, or Faith’s Earth or even the diaper dimension. I was trained to fight people taller and stronger than I was. But I felt the same fear I felt in Rose’s dimension. Against people, even Amazons... I stood a good chance of taking them down... against someone wielding magic? I probably had no chance. So I felt fear running through my body, a feeling I wasn’t particularly used to on my Earth. We walked closer and closer to the entrance to the enormous marble bridge that led to the main city. The scale of the bridge became even more impressive the closer we got to it. From afar, it looked big, but from here? It was enormous. As we reached the large gate... something felt... off. “Stop.” Rose abruptly ordered, stopping in place and holding her arm out to signal us all to stay behind her. “Something isn’t right...” An eerie silence filled the air. Which sounded unusual for a city this large... “The... the guards... they’re dead!” Faith exclaimed, holding her hands to her mouth in shock. “Wait, how do you...?” I asked. “Her eyes are augmented, remember? She can see further than we can.” Morgan whispered to me. “Oh shit, yeah, sorry, forgot about that. Her augments aren’t as obvious as...” I shut up mid-sentence, I knew it could be a sore topic for her, so I instantly regretted saying what I had already said... and what I was about to say. “Yeah well anyway, we better be careful...” We edged closer and closer to the guard station located in front of the large, gold, ornate gate that allowed entrance across the bridge and into the city. And the closer got, the more it confirmed what Faith told us... these guards were dead. I quickly turned around, pulling Paige into a hug so she didn’t have to see the bodies. “They’ve been here a while, decomposition leads me to believe it’s been some years since they died. But the question is... how? And why were they just left here?” Rose asked. “Look... on the bridge...” Faith called out, pointing at the bridge. “Holy fuck... what happened here?” Paige yelled. I looked down to see Paige had wormed her head out of my embrace to take a peek at the scene behind me. ‘I’ll spank you later for that language... but yes... holy fuck...’ I thought to myself as I turned around to see what Paige was taken aback by, Paige escaping my arms to go have a closer look. It was horrible. More bodies were strewn across the bridge. “No sign of a struggle... no blood, no apparent injuries... faint magical signature coming off of them...” Rose said, examining the deceased guards closely. “So something magical kill them all? I wonder if people in the city are alright...” “Let’s go. Stay close though, we don’t know what kinds of threats are out there waiting for us.” Rose instructed, leading the way to the bridge. Morgan pried open the gate as quietly as possible and Rose took lead again as we all walked through the gateway and onto the bridge. I held Paige close, trying to prevent her from seeing the deceased Zadri who littered the bridge. The closer we got to the city, the more silent it became. Now we couldn’t even hear the ocean or the wind. And for a city... that was frightening. “Is...” We reached the city. We found the main street that disappeared off into the distance. Gorgeous architecture lining the sides of the street... trees and plants decorated the centre of the road, but they were all overgrown and wild. “Oh god. It’s all of them... they’re all...” Rose stood in shock. She was right. My heart sunk as I saw the pained faces of the people of Aenonnos. Their bodies littering the streets. The awe I felt looking at their beautiful ornate structures was negated by the horrific scene that lay in front of us. I wish I could just focus on the buildings, on the gorgeous spires and the beautiful artwork on the sides of the marble and gold buildings. I wish I could focus on the market stalls, the book stores, the little cafes... I wish I could focus on the gold inlay that decorated even the most basic of buildings. I wish I could focus on how the Zadri must have lived their lives, how their society managed to be so advanced and so peaceful... But I couldn’t. So I held Paige as tightly as possible, covering her face as best I could with my arms and chest. I didn’t want her to see this, and as I looked up at my sisters... I saw that they had the same idea. Morgan had Faith in her arms, covering her eyes, preventing her from witnessing the horrors that lay to the sides of the street at we walked down what I assume would be a bustling market street... and Rose held Noelle closer, trying to prevent her from looking off to the sides of the road, whilst Charlie gripped Olivia’s hand tightly. Evie followed along closely behind Morgan and Faith as we slowly made our way down the main road of this seemingly abandoned city. We walked for a good twenty minutes, trying to figure out what the hell happened to this once-thriving civilisation for it to end up like this. We eventually reached a fountain in the middle of a square that indicated where the major buildings were, so we looked for the place we needed. I noticed the bodies we found had gotten fewer and fewer as we got closer to the heart of the city. “They must have ran to the entrances to the city, to flee whatever was coming for them.” Rose commented. “And what a great amount of good that did them...” Morgan remarked. “Something with an immense amount of power must have killed them. Which means we need to be on guard. Let’s not start getting snarky with each other.” “Sorry.” Morgan apologised, looking nervous. “Hey, we’re all on edge here. No one should witness what we have witnessed. And not just here. All the shit we’ve been through in other dimensions... it’s like the universes are playing some cruel joke and torturing us.” “I know. I’m sorry. Let’s just find the Goddesses and get out of here. I don’t want Faith to go through any more trauma.” “She’s got you, Evie, and the rest of us. We’re going to be okay, Morgan, I promise.” I said, trying my best to reassure her. Sure, I was just as terrified as she was, but I was good at pretending to keep a level head under pressure. “Yeah well let’s keep going, I can see a large building that looked similar to the Elder’s building from Freya’s memories in the distance. So we’ll head for...” A wind blew through the streets suddenly. Darkness quickly filled the skies. The hair on my arms stood on end as I felt an eerie presence nearby. And as I turned around, a dark hooded figure appeared from behind the fountain in the middle of the square. We all froze in place, our eyes focused on the strange figure getting closer and closer. With each footstep, his walking cane clanked on the stone floor. He gripped it with both hands for support, and whilst it acted as a walking cane... it looked more like a staff. “Who are you?” Rose called out, pointing her hand out at the mysterious figure. Noelle stood to her side, doing the same. Morgan and I quickly pushed our littles behind us and prepared ourselves for a fight. He crept along, circling the fountain, until he was in full view, staring at us with his beady little eyes and his long, white, scraggly beard. He stopped, took a second, and then upon removing his hood, his eyes narrowed and his face turned sour. He lifted his staff up and pointed it directly at our group. His frail body caused the staff to shake in his arms, but he kept it in position as best he could as his mouth turned into a snarl and he started screaming at us. “You... I see through your disguises... I see your faces... YOU DID THIS! YOU KILLED THEM ALL!” ========================================================== So... not the welcome wagon they were hoping for... Haven't read my new story, Regression Echo? Go read the first few chapters! It's posted here! Link below! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! 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You’re honestly mad, do you know that?” “Thank you Mikey, it is lovely that you’ll be joining us.” As Mikey put the dummy in his mouth, I grabbed my phone and called his name. As he looked at me, I took a picture. He spat out the dummy again and ran towards me to grab the phone. “What are you doing? You said you wouldn’t tell anyone…” Before I had a chance to reply, Mother had stood in front of me and interjected to calm the situation. “It’s an insurance Mikey - if you behave then I am sure we can keep it a secret but if you decide to play up then we might have to share it with some of your friends and invite them round for playtime with you.” That was the final straw. Mikey was defeated. He said nothing as he put the dummy back in his mouth and waddled behind us downstairs to the kitchen table. It was incredible. Just a few hours ago, we were all scared of Mike but he no longer felt like a threat to us. I still couldn’t believe that Mother had managed to outmanoeuvre him and make him submit to wearing a nappy and suck a dummy. Mikey was still sucking his dummy as he gingerly took a seat at the kitchen table. As he sat down, the plastic pants made a loud rustling sound. He was clearly conscious of the noise as he looked down at the floor nervously. It was evident that Mother had planned tonight very carefully. She rarely cooked stews but knowing that there was a strong likelihood that tonight’s meal would have to sit around for a while, she had decided that it would be a sensible choice. We all took our places at the table while she dished up the food and served it to us in turn. Mikey would normally help himself to food before any of us and would snatch the first plate that Mother served but tonight she deliberately made him wait until last. When Mother finally put his plate in front of him, she spoke in a childish voice as she pulled the dummy out of his mouth. “You can take your dummy out while you eat your food Mikey.” By treating Mikey like a toddler, Mother was reinforcing the message that she was in charge and that he was just a child who needed her permission to make decisions. All of her actions were a deliberate ploy to turn him into the well behaved boy that we craved. He did not say anything back and began to eat his food. I could only imagine what was going through his mind at that moment of time but he was clearly still in shock at what had happened to him and was understandably very quiet. Dinner was very enjoyable as we talked about our plans for the weekend and flowers and other girly topics that were normally off topic when Mike was around. He would usually tell us to shut up and that we were “talking rubbish” or “boring” but tonight we had free rein. We were all very pleased about how the evening had gone - except Mikey of course - and were in a jubilant mood as we finished our food. I looked over at him and smiled. As I looked over, I could see that he had spilt some food down himself and decided to use it as an opportunity to tease him and get a reaction. “Mother, look at Mikey. He’s spilled half his food down himself, perhaps we should look at getting him a bib?” I could see Mikey’s face changing as he angrily looked over at me before he responded. “You better shut up you little bitch otherwise I’ll make you sorry. You might think you’re big now and clever now but you’ll be sorry. You won’t get away with this.” Mother quickly intervened to take control of the situation and remind Mikey of his rightful position in the family now. “No pudding for you I’m afraid Mikey which is a shame because it’s chocolate brownie, your favourite. And you know the rules…” As she finished her sentence, she placed the dummy back in his mouth and removed his bowl of food which he had not quite finished. He spat it out and shouted back at her. “**** off you crazy lady. I haven’t even finished my food. Give it back here” “I told you the rules earlier, put your dummy back in now please. If you want the rest of your food, you can ask me nicely.” “Please can I have my food back?” “I won’t have a discussion with you until you’ve got your dummy back in your mouth.” “How am I supposed to ask you a question with this stupid thing in my mouth?” “Oh Mikey, you are silly. Have you never been with a toddler? They are able to keep their dummy in their mouth and still speak so I’m sure you can too. Now if you want your food…” Mikey again looked defeated and reluctantly placed the dummy back into his mouth. It was another win for Mother as he was accepting the rules that she had set and had understood that she was not going to back down and give him his food until he did as she told him. He sounded ridiculously childish as he requested for his food to be returned with the dummy still wedged in his mouth. “Please can I have my food back?” “As you asked so nicely, I will of course let you have your food back Mikey. And to your sister’s suggestion, I had not thought of getting you a bib but perhaps it’s not the worst idea judging by the state of you.” Mikey’s face went bright red as he came to the realisation that his humiliation might only just be beginning, and he was right…

Part 2 “Jason, do you like to wear nappies?” She didn’t ask if I liked these Durable nappies in particular it was more a general enquiry. The question took me by surprise because, although we’re pretty straight with each other, that query seemed to come out of nowhere. I suppose that’s silly really. After all that’s happened over the years and more especially over the last few weeks you’d think I’d have some inkling mum might think that way. “Errmmm,” was how I answered. There was no accusation to her enquiry and no sense that she wanted to trip me up if I answered a certain way. Mum wasn’t like that but I could tell she thought it might be a possibility. So even if I wasn’t sure, she certainly suspected it might be the case. Mum’s eh? Now then, admission time - since mum got me those Durable Slips (disposable nappies) I have in fact worn them more often than not. The reason being that when I didn’t wear them I felt vulnerable and the vulnerability meant I leaked. I know, I know, there’s no reason at all that the two things should be linked and I’ve had this discussion with myself and mum... and she just hugs me and says, ... “it’s always best to be on the safe side.” Eighteen and wearing nappies and rather substantial rubber pants. I’m sure it wouldn’t be ideal for most teenagers and I’d like to think I’m not fine with it either, except it appears I am. “Well sweetheart, do you?” I wasn’t going to get out of this with a shrug and vagueness so I nodded. I didn’t think, considering the circumstances, I could deny the fact. Especially as I say, I was wearing a rather thick nappy and a pair of nappy-hugging vinyl pants at that moment. “Erm... maybe I don’t mind.” “Look love, it’s alright by me, I don’t have a problem with any way you choose to dress. I just want to make sure you have everything you need and aren’t worried about anything.” Well, I was worried a little about the direction this conversation was going but mum knew me too well and I couldn’t just walk away. “Like what?” I shrugged unable to think of anything... well, anything specific. “Well, for instance. Do you have the right creams and lotions to prevent nappy rash? Maybe you’d like to wear something different and are scared to buy it or ask me to get it for you? Perhaps you’re not happy that it’s something you like and feel, well, guilty. I don’t exactly know, but, I want you to know that I’ll support you in any way I can and, as with everything else, you can depend on me.” Now, that was a nice little speech. I’ve never doubted mum for a second... ever... and I still don’t but she was making things sound official whereas I still thought of it as my anxiety and I’d eventually be over it. She popped the dummy between my lips and hugged me close. “I want my baby boy to be happy and if that means he wears nappies then so be it.” I could have just carried on sucking and let mum’s warmth and love engulf me but I wanted to explain a little bit even if I was unsure what I was going to say next. I removed the dummy. “Mum, I don’t know... I mean... uuummmm... since you bought these,” I ran my hands over the Durable, “I’ve felt much calmer but I still end up soaking them and don’t seem to have any control over that... I don’t understand why.” I was dubious about looking at mum to see if she had an explanation but she just patted my padded bottom and hugged me some more. “Look love,” she took a deep breath. “There have been times, throughout your life,” she rubbed the front of my bulging nappy and pointed to my dummy, “when certain items have brought you comfort in trying times.” It was true... and she gently reinserted the dummy to where it belonged. “I don’t know if I’ve told you this but it was your father’s idea to let you keep the dummy.” I looked up at her as this was entirely new information. “Not that I was against it but was always told by his mother, your granny, that it helped through anxious times when he was young, so no one should belittle a dummy’s use. It was him not me that made sure you always had one nearby just in case you needed it. So, as it never bothered him when it helped calm you down it never bothered me. I could see the sense in what your grandmother advised because it worked.” How come I’d waited eighteen years to hear this tiny, but influential, piece of my history? My dum-dum appeared to have played a more important part in my life than I’d previously given it credit for. I mean, granny had never mentioned it, dad never mentioned it, so how come mum’s only mentioning it now? We didn’t see granny that much these days because she retired to a home on the south coast where she seems very happy. However, when we do get a chance to visit she’s always keen that I’m happy and loves to hug and pat me all the time. I never thought about it before but wondered if she’s checking if I’m padded. My reaction to this news was I simply sighed because the thought of dad not being here was always a sad thought that got my emotions all tangled up and I’d find myself sobbing (and sometimes peeing). Perhaps dad was responsible because he knew, or suspected, I was like him and got anxious about anything and everything. But that didn’t explain why now I was wearing nappies and apparently not that worried about doing so... or maybe I was and that’s why I wet them. A sort of circle; one thing leading to another, leading to another and eventually ending up back where I started? I was more than a little confused and wondered why this little titbit of information had never been revealed before. It’s not like there had never been an opportunity but that would have to wait because I had something else on my mind. I began to wonder about mum’s words “I want my baby boy to be happy” I mean, I’m hardly a baby but, with the way things have gone, is that how she now sees me? “People have different needs,” she continued but looked sombre. “When your father died... I found it very difficult to cope. The sudden loss of my wonderful husband hit me hard but the thing I was grateful for... I had you.” She hugged tightly. “My worry then was how would you cope? You were eight and struggling with the loss as well but, and you may not have been aware of it, you were strong and I believe you knew I wasn’t coping so made every effort to relieve my suffering,” stroking my head as she often did when wanting to make a loving point. “It was you and the things you did and said that kept me from... well... I don’t know what... but you lifted me from the depths of great depression and...” “Maaawwwmm.” I said emotionally through the dummy. I didn’t want her to get depressed as she remembered dad’s death. “You did love.” She perked up a bit. “Things like bringing some little flowers you’d picked. Or a drawing of me, you and dad you’d done at school. There were several times when I was at my most, well, depressed doesn’t really cover it but I was down and you, my little flower, bounced me right back. It wasn’t your job to lift me up but you did and for that I’m eternally grateful.” I was trying to hide the fact that I was weeping but I looked up and saw mum had tears in her eyes as well. “You managed your own grief by sucking on your dum-dum and the picture of you doing that made me less stressed because you looked so sweet and innocent. I don’t know exactly why but it did... and we became even closer. Perhaps because it had been your dad’s idea and it felt, in some way, he was still with us when you popped it in.” She shrugged, as if partly dismissing the very notion. I wondered if it was a thought that had just popped into her head or was there more to it. Is this why she’s happy for me to use the dummy, and whatever else, because it brings back memories of dad? Did I have a residual memory of it happening and that’s why I do it now? Have I used the dummy so much I’m now reliant on it to solve all my problems? “Maawwmmm,” and we hugged tightly together for what seemed ages. The front of my nappy warmed slightly as a similar feeling grew throughout my body. # “Mum, what did you mean you wanted your baby boy to be happy?” I eventually asked. “Just what I say sweetheart,” she patted my padding. “But mum, I’m eighteen... hardly a baby boy.” “Oh sweetheart... look... you’ve always been my baby, I’ve never stopped calling you that, or love, or darling, or loads of other pet names I have for you.” “But baby boy?” “Well love,” she said emphasising the word love, “You’ll always be my baby because it doesn’t matter whether your eighteen months, eight, or eighteen years old... you will remain my baby boy. So, you can look forward to your thirty-eighth and forty-eighth birthdays and I’ll still be calling you my baby.” “Oh,” I said a little defensively, “it just seemed that because I’m wearing a nappy you thought, umm, or I thought, ermmm, you might think.... mmmm...” “No love, it’s not meant in a negative way and I’m not trying to baby you. Mother’s always think of their kids as their babies... and it has nothing to do with whether you wear a nappy or not. It’s the way mum’s especially think of their children.” She smiled her reassurance. “They will always be their babies who need love and looking after no matter how old and independent they become. It’s what a mum does.” “OK, thanks mum.” “No, thank you my sweet baby boy.” She chuckled as I was released from her hug. I just oozed contentment from behind my dummy as we got back to being ourselves the warmth in my nappy adding to my sense of wellbeing. # Although I’d taken mum to task for calling me a baby, no matter how innocently, the term entered my head but any resentment about the word quickly faded to one of acceptance. Now, before anyone jumps to the wrong conclusion, I didn’t want to be treated as a baby, I just accepted that to mum, I would always be her baby boy. Maybe it helped in that understanding because I was wearing a nappy and sucking on my dummy, though I’d like to think not - although that is perhaps a little naïve of me. In a couple of days I’d be starting work and my childhood would be behind me... perhaps that was a bigger jump than I thought it would be. Maybe, all this nappy business was a reaction, an unintentional, emotional reaction, to that very fact. Unfortunately, that’s what was going through my mind when I realised I was filling the nappy yet again. The amount of warm pee making me once more glad I was wearing protection. I began to think of what mum said about how anxiety often got the better of dad when he was growing up and I wondered if perhaps he’d also had problems with unexpectedly wet pants. “Mum, was dad full of anxiety like me?” I tried to make it sound like a natural question but could tell it was quite loaded. Mum sighed. “Yes love he was anxious most of his life. His anxiety made him question everything and check and re-check whatever he was doing.” “Am I really that much like dad?” “I think so sweetheart, I think so.” She nodded and sniffed back a sob. “Your father was one of the best - a loving dad and husband but he worried. At times I saw the anxiety etched on his face though he tried to hide it. He didn’t always talk about it, which I wish he had, maybe I could have helped but...” The rest was left unsaid. I wanted to ask if he wet himself but for some reason thought such a question would somehow tarnish his memory. I wandered back up to my room to change and noticed that I was down to my last couple of Durables, although I still had a selection of pull-ups left. I changed to a pull-up and plastic pants under my jeans and, thinking to change the mood I’d left, told her that I was nearly out of disposables. “Yes love,” she bucked up immediately, “I noticed that so I’ve already ordered some more and they’ll be with us first thing tomorrow so don’t worry.” She was grateful we had something else to talk about. “Oh, erm, thanks mum... did you think I’d need some more?” “Well sweetie, you’re going through them pretty quickly and I noticed you were nearly out so I was just thinking ahead. I’ve never ordered online before so this was a first.” “I suppose if they don’t arrive I can always pop along to the pharmacy for some.” I offered as a helpful suggestion. “Yes, although they did promise delivery... I even have a 10.30am time slot... which I thought was quite splendid.” She checked her phone as if to reassure herself. # At 10.47 the following day a delivery van pulled up outside our house and a small, wiry driver, wearing a brown polyester shirt and shorts, struggled up the pathway pushing a huge box on a trolley. Mum answered the door and signed something. I think she found the entire process new and exciting. “Well, the delivery people are very efficient aren’t they? Only a few minutes late and I’ve even got a message on my phone to say ‘your package is on its way’ and here it is... amazing.” Mum was impressed and I knew she was making a mental note about using the facility again at some point. However, all I could think was ‘what an awfully big box full of nappies’. She must be expecting me to need them for the rest of my life. I manoeuvred it into the front room where mum had gone and retrieved a knife from the kitchen to slit the taped seal. She looked excited and once the thing was open I could see why. She’d ordered a plethora of disposables in all colours, some with childish designs on them. Plus more plastic pants, large terry type nappies and a couple of onesies. “What the hell mum!” I was angry because this all looked so bloody infantile and made a lie about her comment about me being her baby boy. “I can’t wear any of this it’s, it’s, it’s.... bloody hell mum, what were you thinking?” Mum looked quite shocked at my reaction. “Sorry love I guess I got carried away. I mean,” she held up one of the packs of colourful cartoon disposables, “they said in the advert on the site that these were thicker and absorbed more than any other and I just thought you deserved the best. It didn’t occur to me that, as no one else would see them, you’d be all that worried about the pattern.” “But mum,” I whined a little but she’d taken the wind out of my argument and anger by saying she only wanted the best for me. However, these really did look childish so I wondered where the hell she’d bought them... what site had she been on? “It’s OK Jason, look, what you don’t want we can send back... no problem. It said that as long as the packages are intact...” “And what’s the idea with these?” I held up the onesies in disgust. “Well, you’re starting work soon and, from experience, if you wear a nappy, to prevent it sagging, a onesie that fastens there,” she pointed to my crotch, “holds it up and in place and more-or-less prevents drooping from happening.” “Ohh, I see, ermmm...” Again, mum had been thinking ahead and I was seething because I thought she was, well, you know. “Sorry mum, I just thought...” I shrugged and felt a fool. I don’t know why I’d let the term ‘baby boy’ become so important. I thought I’d got past it but it irked and annoyed and... I just didn’t like it because, well, it made me feel like that’s what I was becoming. Then it struck me. That was it. It was me who was worried about the expression, not mum using it. I was worried that nappies and a dummy at eighteen meant I was still a baby even though I had no desire to be that... at least that’s what I think. “We’ve been through this.” Mum was looking a bit exasperated. “Why would I want to make you feel self-conscious about any of this? I just want what’s best for you and as you’re having enough anxiety thinking about the job I hoped I could relieve some of it by taking on the easy bit... getting you a fresh supply for when you need it. The site I found offered loads of stuff for a growing lad who might need a bit of help,” she pointed to my groin, “in that particular area.” Mum looked a bit hurt at me being angry with her. Of course she didn’t shout or create she just got on with things. Thinking about it I should be grateful for her being so thoughtful. I’m an idiot. # We emptied the box and did an inventory of what she’d bought. I was impressed because there were plenty of disposables and the new fabric nappies felt really soft and thick. The plastic pants were in a variety of colours and even a couple of new dummies should I want them. All-in-all mum had in enough supplies to last for a few months if things didn’t improve once I started work. It was strange but after mum had said she only wanted what was best for me I sort of went along with all these things, I mean they were all fantastic and her enthusiasm for each product had us giggling at just how thick the cartoon disposables might end up being. However, I don’t think mum was of the opinion I’d be out of nappies anytime soon. She’d asked if I liked wearing them and I’d admitted to doing so... I didn’t think I could deny it. She was actually supplying me with the very thing I needed, even before I really accepted that fact myself. Mum was always ahead of the game and couldn’t have been nicer or more prepared about it “Look love,” she shrugged but smiled, “I don’t know for definite you’re going to need all this stuff but I have known you for quite a while.” She beamed at her own silly observation. “Almost a lifetime,” I added with an equally wry smile. “That long, eh?” “Almost” “Well then, it’s here, it’s available and it’s up to you what you want to do with it.” I was grateful for her love and astuteness so we cuddled over this pile of new ‘stuff’. “Thanks mum.” Tomorrow I start work. # tbc #

No.

Earlier this year, I visited My Inner Baby. I saw no sex toys. A large section was full of adult disposable diapers, most AB style, but also a variety of "medical" diapers. There were also some cloth diapers, diaper covers, plastic pants. The main room had walls of onesies, and a few adult sized baby outfits. They also sold pacifiers, bottles, coloring books, changing pads, and some other accessories. NO sex toys, no X rated magazines, no pics of naked men or women. And while they may cater to adults that are ABDL, that doesn't make them a sex shop. As a comparison, nearby to this store is a Cheerleader Supply store. I'm sure that adults with a cheerleader fetish shop there. Does that make it a sex shop? Is a lingerie store a sex shop? Despite using GPS, I still had a difficult time finding the store. The entrance faces a treelined chain link fence, separating it from a limited access highway. The parking lot entrance has a sign, but there is another business that faces that street. Anyone seeing the store is deliberately going to visit the store, not randomly driving by and seeing it.

I have no problem sleeping in a wet bed and never get up once it is wet. Unless it is soaked I just let the bed air and sleep in it again the next night.

Diaper room scent - my wife sells scentsy - Whether you are AB or DL... or ABDL .... If you are looking for a powerful baby powder scent.... "Newborn Nursery" WILL Work for you. If you do NOT have a wax/candle warmer, you can still use the wax bar inside and old sock in your diaper bags. You can also use the room spray to "Scentsy" spray your own diapers NO MATTER WHAT diaper you like. The Perfect Diaper room scent /Scentsy your own diapers!! So.... I had to share this ...Why pay for pre scented diapers? Let's help the wife with Scentsy orders everyone, she AB DL AWARE but does NOT engage in it. Her husband, Me was a DL, but MS has made other plans. Respect her and her business - https://tinyurl.com/y2w2s2th

Forward This is a gentle, and hopefully realistic (for a diaper story) about a sweet DMLB between two friends who want to grow old together while keeping the youthful flame. While there will be domestic discipline, it will not cross into punishment porn or spanking. Just a story about an awkward man who has given up his independence for the chance to be loved and cared for like a toddler. The Question It was right at the cusp of our new relationship when Michelle asked, “So what are you into?” It is the question that every AB/DL fears. Do I tell her the truth, and hope she still accepts me? Or do I brush it off, and hope to broach the subject another day? In truth, it was my fear of answering that specific question that kept me from ever getting married or having many girlfriends. I was just too afraid of the ultimate rejection to even come to the plate. It wasn’t like I was alone, because I had several friends, but none had crossed over into something intimate. And Michelle wasn’t all that different. While the intimacy of our relationship was new, I had known Michelle for a very long time. Long enough to remember when Jessica, her 18-year-old daughter started kindergarten. However, in all those years, Michelle and I hadn’t even slept in the same bedroom. It wasn’t a sudden “When Harry Met Sally,” type of moment that caused us to come together. There were a series of circumstances that pushed us closer. Michelle, after years in a loveless marriage, had finally divorced. Once Jessica graduated from high school, Michelle decided it was time to leave a marriage that had long since died. She and her ex had slept in separate rooms for most of the last fifteen years. I was forced into early retirement due to limited eyesight, not being able to drive, and limited mobility due to leg pain. I was going to have knee surgery, and I needed a place to recover. Michelle took control and decided that I should move in with her, at least temporarily. With her being freshly divorced, and I needed somebody to take care of me, we realized we loved each other dearly and wanted to be together. And the fact is, I needed her much more than she needed me. I bit my lip, which is always a sign of nerves. Michelle looked at me calmly and asked, “What is it? I can tell you’re nervous.” Her voice was calm and reassuring. I started, “It’s, um, uh,” my stammer gets particularly bad when I’m nervous, or flustered. I took a breath and said, “I wear diapers.” In my mind, this could go one of two ways. The first was ultimate acceptance, and even a desire to fully participate in my desires. The second was a complete rejection of everything and leaving me forever. There was no middle ground when I was in little space. Michelle looked confused and asked, ‘You mean like you’re incontinent. That’s ok, my dad had that problem too.” I shook my head and said, “It’s not that. I like to wear diapers.” “What? Why?” “I don’t know. It just kind of makes me comfortable.” “How long have you felt like that?” I answered, “Pretty much all of my life. I always wanted to wear diapers, and when I became an adult, I would buy them and wear them. I pretty much wear them all the time now.” Michelle asked, “Are you wearing one now?” I was and had been diapered most of the time that Michelle and I were ever together. Diapers were my security blanket, and I needed that security when out in public. I nodded, and Michelle said, “Show me.” I got up from the table, pulled down my pants and underwear, and then reveal the plastic pants. I pulled those out discreetly and revealed the top of a Crinklz Aquanaut disposable diaper. She replied, “That’s like a baby’s diaper. Is that what you like?” I could only nod. She then asked, “Do you use them? Do you pee in them?” I nodded and answered. “Yes.” “How about poop?” I blushed and said, “Sometimes, but not very often.” She looked confused and asked, “When was the last time you pooped in your diaper?” I sheepishly answered, “Last Saturday.” “Was it an accident?” “Not really. I usually do that in the toilet.” Our conversation trailed off, and we moved on to other topics. While it wasn’t the clear rejection that I feared, it wasn’t the complete acceptance that I dreamed of. Michelle seemed curious but did not indicate that she liked, or even accepted this part of me. And I took that ambiguity as rejection. In my mind, Michelle didn’t like me wearing diapers. One week later, I was with Michelle again. This was right after I moved in and was just before my surgery. I had moved into my room, and Michelle wanted to take me to dinner. I wasn’t sure what would happen when we got home, and if we would end up sleeping with each other. Since I thought Michelle didn’t like me wearing a diaper, and I feared it would kill the mood, I decided to leave the diaper off. It would be the first time in a while since I had been in public without the benefit of protection, but I didn’t want to upset Michelle. Michelle squeezed around my diaper area. I didn’t realize what she was doing and wondered if it was gentle flirting, but then she said, “You aren’t wearing a diaper?” “Yeah, I decided not to.” There was this awkward pause, and then Michelle asked, “Why? I thought you felt better in diapers.” It was a decisive moment, and my stammer exposed my fear. “I do, but I thought you didn’t like them.” “What gave you that idea?” “Ah- I don’t know. It just felt like you thought it was weird.” “It is weird, but why does that matter?” I didn’t have an answer, so Michelle continued, “Would you feel more comfortable in a diaper?” I didn’t answer, which Michelle took as confirmation, and she said, “Go and put your diaper on, and then we can go out.”

I love to wear a peed up diaper even if it isn't mine I love the feeling of the warmth and get a little kinky to have someone else to pee in it while I am wearing it. anybody feel the same way.

I've been waiting to see @~Brian~'s response. <GRIN>

@Cruiser 03 The scene that shows the diaper is way before he was murdered. so he was not wearing the diaper at the time of death..

Not half that’s 1/4 Z

Bridget smiled when seeing Dani having the time of her life on the swing she looked absolutely adorable and carefree, but when she came over Bridget asked, "What's wrong Dani do you need your diaper changed?" When the little teenager asked if there was anything she could do to help, Bridget just smiled and said. "oh no sweetie mommy has everything under control, if you want to come back inside I can put on the TV for you, I think I have a DVD collection of the classic Care Bears if you want to watch that?"

It was fun being on the swing and she felt so free for a change and didn't feel scared. Was this what it should feel like? To be free? Properly free? After a few minutes Dani stopped swinging and looked over at Bridget curiously. Getting off the swing she walked over awkwardly to her with a awkward smile, "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked softly feeling a tad shy. Normally she was so cold to everyone and tried to be tough but now she was walking about in a diaper and looking to be close as possible to Bridge while before she was nothing but distant.

Aww what a wonderful mum and a lucky boy. Thanks. Maly.

@AbabeBill I forgot you live in Jersey as well! With @2sail2 And myself. I wonder how many others live in NJ.

Welcome to Daily Diapers @Itty bitty baby Feel free to check the rest of the forum out and join us in chat sometime. A lot of nice people here.

That would be very good picture if it was a girl wearing it.

No, I wike my wet diaper and if I do mess except smell I wike it too, mommy or daddy would have to chase me down to change me tee hee

A long answer is better than no answer.

I LOVE this scent. I keep a scent pak in my diaper cabinet to get a burst of nursery freshness everytime I open the door. My mom also likes it and says the scent spray is the best "after bathroom" spray on the market.

Once the meeting was over David headed over to Nancy, "This is your last chance Rogers, I don't care how good you are at your job, I care about perfection and nothing going wrong unless there's a reason for that and with you there are no reasons." "So your blackmailing me?" David took a deep breath, "Either do the mission or find a new job, I don't care at this point." yet that was a lie. Nancy was one of the few who could do this mission due to how focused she was and while her quickness to act was a bad thing but it was also a quality that was needed for this mission... "Fine, whatever, what do I do now?" "The space hub, Gemini." A few days later... Nancy had rarely been to space except for a mission here and there normally she stayed on Earth. It was her preference. She couldn't believe she was going to be working with a Amazon though... Nancy boarded Gemini with a scowl obviously unhappy about her situation, her brown reddish hair was tied up in a smart ponytail, she was wearing a dark blue suit with suspenders and looked the part of a cold harded agent. Her eyes were ice cold blue. "So where's my room for now?" she asked at the desk and was giving a key. "You'll be sharing with Miss Tyrian by the way." "Just fucking great." swore Nancy softly as she made her way to her room and unlocked it. What was it going to look like? Would it be normal or changed for the mission for training purposes. It better not be a nursery...

What I notice most is people responding to a question with, "So,..." Bugs the shit out of me! Case in point, a topic in this very forum. So... Does anyone else get jealous of little kids, or is it just me? With the lack of an I.Q. above 70 for many people, an essay is about the only way you can get them to even come close to comprehending anything.

Intentionally displaying your diaper or other ABDL paraphernalia is inappropriate because we need to be respectful of the general, more vanilla population, especially children, and this type of ostentatious display gives us a bad name.

I see London, I see France. I see Elfy's nappy pants.

NEVER, I'm pretty straightforward and to the point.??????? LOL!????

A note on the hiatus. I would first like to say how awesome it is that people are reacting positively to this story and I am very glad yall seem enthusiastic about it, I have gotten nothing but support and I am grateful for that. Now some of you may be wondering: Where are the next chapters? I have two chapters written out, and they will release, however, I want to get at least one more chapter written before releasing. I like the idea of a backlog so I can still drop something if I take too long on something else. Is this story abandoned? Absolutely not! I am 100% going to continue, thing is, I am busy again due to school and will be busy for awhile, but I will try and write a little bit whenever I get the inspiration. This project was mainly a creative break to help me with my art burnout. And it worked! So for now, I might not have much inspiration, but Im still captured by the idea and want to write more, but not too much at the moment. But yes, I will be making more in the future. I am writing the next chapters as we speak, and Ill try and have at least one more done by Christmas Break. See yall then.

Why should I, We had the best during the '1948-70 period, the best toys the best dresses and dolls, and the best rubber panties for babies and bedwetters; no phoney things like PUL and PEVA AND the best rubber sheets

Thank you!!

PART TWO Gary stood up from his computer and stretched. He groaned as joints popped, and he lazily took off his headset. He brushed his long brown hair out of his eyes and tugged his white blankie across his shoulders. “Always do my best work in front of a computer.” He sighed as he brushed the crumbs off his plain green T-shirt. He wasn’t wearing any pants, just a pull up like most littles in the Underground. One that was sagging noticeably. The egg heads hadn’t found a solution to restore bladder function, and Gary doubted they ever will. However, they did develop a pill that would work halfway, granting rescued littles bowel control. They would still have the occasional accidents, but the important point was that the littles themselves were in control. Brittany would take her first dose when she arrived at the cabin near the cost of Latomme, the largest city state on the continent. Tami and Jake, Gary’s contacts in the Underground, would also be there to help her acclimate to this world. Help her get out of her childish clothing. Give her some real food instead of bland infant food. Sleep in a normal bed instead of a crib. Eventually they would help her, Justin, Patrick, and several other rescued littles would make their way under the cover of night to Duskwind Island, two miles off the coast. The Underground was building a little sanctuary, away from those who would steal them away and infantilize them. The dense vegetation and current laws barred Amazons from setting foot on the island. For now. Bethany was Gary’s 50th little rescue. It was his voice on the other end of the line, but Jake had been the one who planted the phone on under the sea saw. He had rescued five other littles from that horrible facility. He hoped the negative publicity and the anonymous tips he sent to LPS would be enough to shut the place down, or at least get the littles transferred to better facilities. He was instrumental in expanding the Underground’s presence. His software was able to bypass most corporate firewalls, hack operating systems, even pilot cars remotely. He started operations in the city center and LPS was none the wiser. “Not my software. Dad’s software.” He muttered to himself as he walked to the bathroom. He left his blankie on the counter and the used pull up in the matter recycler. As he turned on the hot water and let it splash over his body, he thought of his parents. Ken and Jill. Ken’s revolutionary work in computer code advanced every single piece of electronic hardware that Amazons used in Latomme and the surrounding city states. His little family was often featured in news and gossip magazines over the continent. Ken worked hard to keep his family out of the spotlight, but this kind of notoriety brought enemies. A team of Wranglers broke into their house and kidnapped both of them. Gary barely escaped as he managed to make it to the panic room in the nick of time. Gary never found out who was behind his parents’ disappearance. He first tried looking into the Wranglers, who were allowed to operate in Latomme, under a special division of LPS – mostly used when a little needed extraction from a dangerous and/or an abusive situation. Tami coined the term ‘Little Hunters’ and the name stuck. He tried looking into the news media but there was no mention of them, as they had moved onto the next celebrity little family. Ken and Jill made him promise never to try and rescue them. Instead, they wanted Gary to use the software to help rescue as many portal littles as possible. So he packed up two large boxes – One containing his custom computer rig, the other his clothes, blankie and a few other keepsakes – and rode his YGX370 Big Wheel into the main city. Ken had an apartment that he used when he needed to travel for his job, which he hadn’t used in some time. The room was full of steam when Gary stepped out of the shower. He wiped all the water off himself with the fluffiest towel and straightened his hair, which was plastered all over his face. One fresh pull up later, and he was back at his desk with his blankie close by. Jill used to tease him about his little side. Maybe that was the reason she only potty trained him halfway? A pop appeared on his screen. Another encrypted video call from Jake. “What’s up?” “Take a look at the news. Our latest heist made waves.” “Will do.” Gary promptly hung up on him. Jake didn’t mind. Everyone in the Underground knew he was not a people person. One of Gary’s few regrets in life was that he wasn’t nicer to his parents before they were stolen from him. Gary shoved those thoughts aside as he found the news feed a few mouse clicks later. He couldn’t stop grinning at the screen as he watched Darla and Ivonne being led away in cuffs. The daycare center was to be closed permanently as all state funding had been cut off. Apparently, they were on their last warning due to a multitude of complaints. Bethany’s disappearance was the last straw. Her image then appeared on the screen, asking all Amazons and littles to be on the lookout for her. All sightings were to be reported to the LPS tip line. *** “You wanted to see me, Frankie?” Franklin sighed softly as he shut the door to her office. “It’s Franklin. I’m not a little, Cynthia.” “Sorry. I thought your nickname was cute.” She straightened her shirt, jostling her LPS badge that she wore around her neck. He handed her the tablet. “The fire alarm wasn’t pulled by either of the workers on duty. In fact, the system doesn’t even register the fire alarm even going off.” “So someone broke through the daycare’s firewall, set off the alarm remotely, allowing Bethany to escape, and then erased all evidence of the intrusion? That’s impressive.” “Indeed. Very few have the capability to write and use that software.” “Check to see how many other daycares were hit. And don’t leave out high profile Amazon families either.” Franklin nodded. “It will take a few hours. I’ll need to pull Allison and Jeffrey from their duties to assist me.” “No worries.” Franklin returned to his desk where he saw Allison and Jeffrey were talking softly among themselves. “I don’t like the idea of trying to arrest this vigilante who’s been responsible for capturing three of our ten most wanted criminals. Not to mention the dozens of tips that he’s posted on our online forums.” “And he’s also responsible for at least twenty portal littles going missing, Allison. That we know of, anyway. He has no right to deprive a willing Amazon family of their child.” “Jeffery, these littles aren’t even from our dimension! Do you have any idea how traumatizing that can be? I don’t want them running away any more than you do, but you can’t blame them for being upset.” “Fine, but they cannot provide for themselves. Our world is not designed for them, and there is no way for them to return once they arrive here. Not even our top scientists understand the process!” Franklin chose to intervene before the conversation got out of hand. Allison and Jeffrey loved to debate, but he needed them to focus. “And I seriously doubt a bunch of LPS detectives can do any better.” He took a deep breath. “Cynthia wants us to check all of the other daycares for similar MO’s.” “Shouldn’t take that long.” Allison shrugged. “The sooner we get done, the better. And Jeffrey? Can you check with the tech department to see if surveillance caught anything unusual?” “You got it.” The three of them spent the next several hours in front of their workstations. Franklin forgot who returned with donuts and coffee, but he devoured it all and kept working. He didn’t even notice the sun was setting outside his office window. “Just finished the last one on my list. They haven’t reported anything in the last six months.” Allison stood up from her desk and stretched. “Same here.” Jeffrey echoed. “Wait a minute – tech is forwarding me a video.” “Put it up on the big screen.” Jeffrey tapped a few buttons on his keyboard and immediately a video popped up on the large television in front of their workstations. The security camera was on the outside of a shopping center, but it was what was in the background that grabbed the agent’s attention. “Magnify the upper right corner.” The video zoomed in along the street outside the daycare, where a little appeared to drive up on the sidewalk up to the daycare. The feed switched to another camera as they watched the little put something underneath the seesaw. “Likely a cellphone.” Franklin murmured. “Is facial recognition picking up anything?” “Nope. He might be wearing a scrambler though.” “We might have better luck on his ride. That’s a YTX370 Big Wheel. Fast enough to outrace any Amazon on foot but won’t keep up with our hovercars. They’re top of the line toys for rich littles.” “Hasn’t Nina been asking for one for the last year?” Allison sighed. “Yes, but there’s no way I can afford it on my salary. You know that.” Franklin grinned. “But she doesn’t.” “No, and it’s become a sore point between us. I love my Nina munchkin so much, but she doesn’t like being told ‘no’”. “Most regressed littles don’t.” The Big Wheel abruptly vanished from the main viewer. Franklin turned to Jeffrey, who put up his hands defensively. “Wasn’t me.” Allison started typing furiously. “Wasn’t me either.” She swore. “Case files are being deleted. Our network is compromised!” Jeffrey whipped out his phone and used speed dial to contact the IT department. “They’re locking down the servers.” “It’s too late. All the photos, reports, audio and visual interviews, it’s all been deleted.” “Don’t throw up the white flag so soon, Jeffrey. We’re lucky I have a photographic memory, because I managed to memorize the license plate on the Big Wheel.” Franklin scribbled the plate number on a sticky note and handed it to Allison. “Got a hit.” She pulled up the registration form onto the big screen after a few tense moments. “Registered to Denton Hughes. However, there’s no job history, no arrest history, no banking history, or any history at all.” “An alias?” “Exactly.” She put on her headset. “I’ll need to contact the bank and Fisher Industries in order to get more information. Should take a couple of hours.” “Let me know if you find anything.” Franklin went to refill his coffee cup.

While I don't hug them...I will definitely caress them a little bit....just to feel how soft the plastic feels. I get a bit of a charge knowing that those diapers are all mine to wear. Also...if I'm having a particularly bad day...I'll give the baby powder bottle a sniff. Scents are some of my favorite things and the smell of baby powder is one of my absolute favorites.

@willnotwill agreed, this store is off of a freeway, so I don't see what the big deal is, unless there is some sort of zoning problem with where the store is located. As I said, perhaps they should look at the zoning, and make an exception, or otherwise change the zoning laws so that this store can stay where it is. Brian

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

Chapter 3 [Into the Wild Abyss] It wasn’t so much the idea that was bad as the execution. After spending most of the day grading papers and attending her Saturday class on inclusive teaching practices she felt the need to let loose to vent, to engage in some kind of ritual to let go of the week. Some of the people in her class went for drinks after, but Abigail felt strange going alone. What if she didn’t know anyone? “Come on, Cor!” Abby’s voice came out whinier than she intended. “Happy hour is like, a normal thing that people do after classes, and I don’t want to go by myself.” Coralina was her best grad school friend, blond, sweet, and pretty. Unfortunately for Abby, she was also straight, which had turned out to be pretty disappointing. “I’m supposed to go to dinner with Rob and his friends?” Rob had appeared on Bumble or Tinder or some app and had been stealing her best friend ever since. Abby sighed dramatically. “So you can’t have, like one drink, with your best friend because you’re going to dinner with Robert and his friends?” “You can come if you want! I think that Rob has a cousin that’s gay that’ll be there I think?” Abby rolled her eyes. “I don’t want you to set me up with the only gay girl that Robert knows because you feel guilty. Just come to happy hour for a little while? I’ve had a really shitty week and I just need to have a few drinks.” Abby gave her a pleading look. “Abagail…” Coralina sighed and gave in. “Whatever. That’s not what I meant. I’ll go for a minute, but honestly, I have to make it home in time to change. I think he really likes it when I make his friends jealous.” They met up with their friends at the Stumble Inn, a too-loud dive bar that seems like it always smelled like vomit and ended up drinking the $3 Buds that were on special. After three or four, the noise seemed to drop away and Abby found herself cornered at a table talking to Dave, one of the guys from her cohort, who was talking about his teaching placement at a middle school in the Bronx. “It’s just like,” Dave gesticulated dramatically, as he’d clearly had a few drinks, “so many of the teachers there have given up on a generation of kids. Like if you’re going to do the job, you shouldn’t just use the same lesson plan year after year, you should care about pedagogy and you should make your lessons engaging. It’s just like, I know we’re using Expeditionary Learning, but just because you have a curriculum doesn’t mean you just have to follow it all the time!” Abby nodded noncommittally and looked for Cora. “What’s your placement like?” “I mean, I teach at a private school, so I feel like I miss out on the part where you can ask people for advice. Parents are difficult. Kids can be demanding. And they want their 10th graders to read college-level books, which is fun, but it’s so difficult to plan for and to help kids understand. I’m teaching Milton to 15-year-olds, for God’s sake.” “Milton Friedman? Isn’t he like an economist? That’s weird.” Abby sighed. Dave was precisely the reason that people didn’t think that teachers were smart. She looked around for Cora. Freaking Irish exit. Maybe Dave would buy her another beer… Abigail woke up alarmed and damp. Sun was streaming through the windows, and as she gazed out across the rooftops, she could make out the river in the distance and the Queens skyline. Where was she? She sat up, and a wave of nausea passed over her. She groaned and fell back against the fortress of pillows behind her. White pillows. White sheets. White comforter. White walls. This was much nicer than her apartment. Oh God, had she hooked up with someone? Suddenly, Abigail sat up in a panic. She always wet the bed after a night of drinking but on someone else’s white sheets… “No no no no no no no,” she said quietly to herself as she peeled back the covers. But the bed was dry. And so were the cute pink pajamas covered in breakfast foods that she was wearing. She experimentally pulled down the waistband to reveal a very wet pink princess diaper, the kind she’d bought online and wore only when she was feeling particularly little. Most nights, she wore a Goodnite, or nothing at all. Where was she? And how had she gotten into this diaper? Her face burned with shame. She just needed to find her clothes, find somewhere to change. But first, she needed to find a bathroom. Really badly. She threw back the covers, suppressing the urge to throw up and ran out of the bedroom door almost directly into Evelyn. “Good morning, Abigail.” “Oh, um… oh…” Abby’s face burned with shame, and she could feel the diaper poking out of her waistband and her bladder on the verge of bursting. “Um, good morning. I really have to like, um, you know, is there a bathroom?” “Of course, it’s just down the hallway to the left. Feel free to take a shower and I’ll leave you some clothes.” Evelyn directed her down the hallway and Abby ran off, waddling as she went, the obvious saturated, drooping padding between her legs making her look more like a toddler than a girl in her 20s. She tore off her diaper and peed desperately in the toilet. And a lucky thing, too, since it seemed unlikely that it would have held another wetting. Abby took the advice and got into the giant rain shower with the water on slightly too hot and she cried. She cried because she’d gotten drunk and was hungover. She cried because her friend had ditched her for some guy. She cried because she was in trouble at work. And she cried because she’d woken up someplace strange and scary: the apartment of a woman who despised her. When she was done crying, washing away the pee, and washing her tangled mess of hair, she got out of the shower and dried off with one of the giant white towels she found on the edge of the soaking tub. There was a new toothbrush still in its wrapping, and she brushed the flavor of cheap American beer and vomit from her mouth vigorously. She dried her hair with a blow drying she found on the counter and dressed in the panties and floral print maxi dress she found just outside the door to the bathroom when she was done. She took a deep breath and went to find her hostess.

https://www.wrtv.com/news/working-for-you/my-inner-baby-ordered-to-close-its-doors-by-the-city-of-noblesville?_amp=true This looks like the latest update. Looks like the owners are fighting the city! I’m glad for them, just wish they didn’t have to fight.

I don't remember seeing any signs limiting entrance by age. No 18 or older signs. You can find kinkier stuff for sale at Walmart. To be honest you can find kinkier stuff at a Medical Supply store that sells mastectomy products.

I have wanted to be a bed wetter for as long as i can remember and it never happened. 4 years ago i started wearing a nappy to bed every night and made sure i wet it during the night, over the last few months i have wet while semi awake. 2 nights ago i had my first sleep wetting, i know i was dry when i went to sleep and when i woke up my nappy was soaked and i have no recollection of wetting.

Sam is on the plane but this is just the start for her. Jess seems obsessed with making sure they keep the charade up and Sam kind of has to go along for the ride. --- 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 --- Jess put Sam down in the chair and the short woman was stunned by how big the seat was. She thought they could sit next to each other quite comfortably here. Jess put her carry-on luggage in the compartment above the seats and Sam was sitting back in the chair when she saw her own bag being put above the seats. She noticed it was different. “That’s not my bag!” Sam suddenly exclaimed. Jess turned to the student and put her finger to her lips. Sam looked around but in the relative chaos of boarding, people moving through the plane and everything else it didn’t seem that anyone noticed the “baby” talking. Jess lifted Sam up and sat in the chair, she put Sam on her lap so that the smaller woman was facing sideways towards the aisle. “I know it isn’t.” Jess said quietly as she bounced Sam on her lap. “Well… Where’s my bag?” Sam asked with some alarm. “Shush.” Jess gently chided the small woman, “You’ll blow your cover if someone hears you.” Sam felt anxious as she saw people flooding into the plane and making their way to their seats. She was desperate to ask what was going on and where her bags were but Jess was right, if she was heard talking and they found out she wasn’t a little girl she could be left stranded here, she had to remain silent until they were in the air at least. As she fretted over what was happening she felt Jess start to bounce her up and down on her knees. “No need to be nervous, baby.” Jess cooed softly. She brushed some hairs out of Sam’s face. Sam realised she must look just like a little baby nervous and in an unfamiliar place. She tried to calm down and reassure herself that she couldn’t get off the plane now. For better or worse she had to continue with this plan. She could see space to sit down next to Jess instead of on her lap but as she tried to squirm in that direction Jess simply repositioned her on her knees. Eventually everyone was seated and after the usual demonstrations of where the emergency exits were the engines started spooling up. Sam felt anxious as she looked out of the window and saw the world passing by increasingly quickly. There was no turning back now. For better or for worse Sam was in Jess’s hands, quite literally as the professor held her hips steady. The wheels left the ground and Sam let out a deep breath as they started lifting up into the sky. The cabin had been full of a nervous tension but now with take-off over the quiet murmurings of conversation broke the stillness. “I could probably sit next to you.” Sam whispered so no one could hear her, “It might be a little tight but I could squeeze in there.” “I think it would be best for you to stay on my lap.” Jess replied, “Just like a baby.” Sam huffed but knew she couldn’t do anything about it. If she kicked up a fuss she would either look like a petulant toddler having a tantrum or would give the game away that she wasn’t a child. She looked out the window at the world far below them and muttered in annoyance. “Hush.” Jess said gently in Sam’s ear. A few minutes later the plane had reached it’s cruising altitude thousands of feet in the air. As the aircraft levelled out stewards and stewardesses started walking the aisles checking that everyone was alright. In the exclusive part of the plane it was a young woman with a face perfectly covered in make-up and with hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. “Would you like anything from the drinks cart?” The smiling woman asked as she reached Sam and Jess. “I’ll have a coffee, milk and sugar, please.” Jess said, “And the little one will have some apple juice.” “I’ll have to go and make the coffee. I’ll bring the drinks over in just a few minutes.” The stewardess said. “I wanted coffee…” Sam sulkily mumbled. “Shush.” Jess gently chided with a rub on Sam’s back, “That’s not what babies drink.” True to her word the stewardess returned quickly with the drinks. She placed the coffee carefully on the tray in front of Jess. Sam smelt the caffeinated drink and felt her mouth water, she wished she could have some of that herself. She eagerly awaited her drink even if it was only juice, she hadn’t had a drink for a while. “And for the baby…” The stewardess smiled, “She’s adorable. What’s her name?” “Sam.” Jess replied sharing the smile and repositioning Sam, “She can be quite a handful but yes, she’s the cutest little girl.” Sam was listening to this embarrassing exchange and trying not to blush so hard that she gave the game away. She couldn’t get over how well Jess was able to play the role of parent, it was like she genuinely thought Sam was a baby who needed protection. Sam felt like she had to remind the professor that she was an adult and they were doing this just to get her home. The stewardess reached down and pulled out a sippy cup with big handles meant for clumsy hands. The clear plastic drinking vessel had cartoon pictures of planes flying around it and was clearly meant to keep little kids happy. Sam was stunned as the stewardess held out the juice for Sam to take. Sam just sat on Jess’s lap stunned that she would be expected to drink like this. “Go on, Sam.” Jess spoke as if she was encouraging a shy toddler, “Take the drink from nice lady.” Sam was too embarrassed. She felt the heat rising in her face and thought the shame might actually melt her into a pile of goo. She wanted to tell the stewardess who she really was but she couldn’t get herself and Jess in trouble like that. She did the only thing she could think of, the same thing she had done when spoken to by the attendant at the airport gate. Sam turned to Jess and nestled her face between the professor’s breasts. She tried to hide the same way a baby would in the hope that the beautiful lady would go away. “Aww, I’ll just leave it on the tray for when she’s a bit braver.” The stewardess chuckled as she put the plastic sippy cup down. “Thank you.” Jess said. Sam waited until the stewardess’s voice had faded away before pulling away from Jess’s chest. She was blushing as she looked away from the professor. Her thirst was incredible and though drinking from the sippy cup was something she didn’t even want to think about she reached out a shaking arm and picked it up. To Sam’s chagrin her little hands fit perfectly on the toddler sized handles. Sam felt very self-conscious as she lifted the sippy cup up. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Jess watching her. She wished the professor would look away, it was difficult to perform with an audience and Sam felt like she was being judged. “That’s it.” Jess rubbed Sam’s back, “Have some nice juice.” Sam winced and scowled at Jess but still lifted the sippy cup to her mouth. She slipped the little spout into her mouth and tipped the cup up. Forgetting for a second how embarrassing this was the sweet juice tasted wonderful and she quickly gulped a lot of it down. Just as she was taking the sippy cup out of her mouth the plane hit a bit of turbulence and the cup briefly tipped up again. Sam quickly righted it but not before a few drops of the apple juice dropped on to her clothes. “Oops! Be careful, baby.” Jess chastised Sam, “Let me help you.” “No, wa-” Sam tried to say but was quickly cut off as the taller woman pushed the spout of the sippy cup into her mouth. Sam blushed as she started gulping the last of the drink. Jess had taken the toddler cup and was now leaning Sam back slightly in her arms as she basically fed the small woman. Sam wanted her to stop but had no way to make that happen, all she could do was swallow the last of her juice and get this embarrassment over with. When Sam finally finished the cup she started muttering. “I can do that myself…” Sam said through clenched teeth. “Shush, baby, no need to be fussy.” Jess bounced Sam on her lap. As Sam went up and down on Jess’s knees she suddenly felt gas bubbling up inside herself. Before she could stop it she let out a little burp. As Sam covered her mouth and blushed Jess chuckled, even the passing flight attendant looked over with the look on her face that said she had seen something adorable. This was utterly humiliating for Sam and the flight had so far to go. She started wondering if she could even make it or if she would lose her mind. When Jess had first agreed to help she had seemed to genuinely want to treat Sam with respect but as time went on she seemed to be treating her increasingly like a helpless baby. Sam didn’t feel good about being with the professor anymore and she wondered if she would’ve been better off finding an alternative plan. She scowled as she looked out of the window to see the endless expanse of ocean. The hours dragged by for Sam who had little freedom of movement. She had hoped Jess would allow her to sit next to her but it seemed the professor was happy to keep bouncing Sam on her knees. Sam was very bored and started fidgeting a lot, she looked around at the other passengers and saw most of them were either watching films on the backs of the seats in front or reading. Jess was watching an old black and white film with headphones on so Sam couldn’t hear it. “Could I get my phone?” Sam asked quietly when she got Jess’s attention, “This is really boring.” “Oh sweetie, I don’t think your phone is on board.” Jess said softly as she stroked the smaller woman’s hair. “What!?” Sam failed to keep her voice down causing both herself and Jess to look around. Thankfully no stewards were nearby and none of the other passengers seemed to react. “I can look in your bag if you want.” Jess suggested. “You mean the bag you changed?” Sam said with a pout, “Why did you do that anyway? I liked my bag… And what did you do with my phone?” Jess put Sam on the seat as she stood up. For a glorious few seconds Sam felt the cushioned seat underneath her rather than a pair of bony legs. It wasn’t to last though as Sam was soon scooped back up and sat on Jess again. The bag that supposedly belonged to Sam was now sitting in the small gap Sam had eyed for herself. Jess seemed determined not to answer Sam’s question and the small woman was suddenly very distracted. “That’s a… That’s a…” Sam stuttered breathlessly. “It’s a diaper bag.” Jess stated matter-of-factly, “I thought it would be better to maintain our cover than your other bag.” Sam had seen the bag was different earlier but she hadn’t realised the new one was a diaper bag. From a distance it looked mostly the same as her usual bag but up close she could see the differences, it was mostly the extra pockets designed to carry supplies. She felt a shiver run through her, if Jess was willing to do this she started wondering how far she was really willing to go. She suddenly felt very trapped. Jess opened the long zip that ran lengthways across the top of the bag. As the two sides opened and the contents inside were displayed Sam felt her breath taken away yet again. She covered her mouth to stop herself from losing her mind and shouting. “Hmm, I can’t see your phone in there, can you?” Jess asked as she held Sam with one hand and rustled through the items in the bag. Sam didn’t react. She stared in disbelief at the bag, it seemed literally everything in there had been changed. All her possessions had been replaced by the contents of a regular diaper bag. Instead of her phone and books there were neatly folded disposable diapers, instead of her make-up there was rash cream and baby powder. She looked up at Jess in shock, she had very clearly said she wasn’t going to wear diapers. “I had to put this stuff in the bag, sweetie.” Jess said as if it was obvious that she had replaced the small girl’s luggage, “What if they checked your bag? It would be no use having big girl make-up in there.” “Where did you get all this stuff!?” Sam asked. “I ran into one of the shops whilst you were changing.” Jess lied casually. “But I was only in there for-” Sam started. “It doesn’t matter now.” Jess interrupted Sam, “The point is your phone isn’t in there. I have some toys for you if you want?” “I don’t!” Sam hissed, “And where’s all my stuff?” “It’s in the hold with the rest of the baggage.” Jess lied again. She studied psychology and knew that telling a convincing lie was all about confidence. As she smiled down at Sam she saw her looking less sure of herself. Sam felt her heart fluttering. She didn’t know if she believed Jess anymore. The professor had been acting incredibly strangely and taking this babying of Sam too far. Sam looked up at Jess with scepticism and worry, if she truly wasn’t to be trusted it meant she was in a really bad situation. “Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Jess said with a maternal smile. She raised her hand and waved over a nearby stewardess. “What can I help you with?” The stewardess asked with her permanently etched smile. “My little one is getting a bit restless. Do you perhaps keep anything on board that could entertain her for a bit?” Jess asked. “I’ll go and have a look.” The stewardess smiled again.

Including the three years I trained to bed wet, I've now passed the 15 year mark! I have never regretted this decision for even a minute! I absolutely LOVE being a bed wetter!

Sam is stuck with an embarrassing plan to get home. If she had another choice she would be taking it. She's taken to a clothing store where she absolutely insists she won't wear what Jess suggests... until she suddenly changes her mind. --- 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 had to almost jog to keep up with the much longer legs of Jess. She didn’t know where they were going but she wasn’t going to complain and risk Jess breaking off the agreement. Sam followed the professor as she looked at all the shops, finally she saw what she was looking for and turned into the brighter lights of the store entrance. “A clothes store?” Sam muttered to herself in confusion. Jess looked at the sign and then went to the back of the shop. Sam realised as they went past some flowery summer dresses that they were heading to the children’s section. Admittedly Sam did have to do most of her clothes shopping in the children’s section but she usually at least tried to find something more adult first. Yet again she found herself feeling embarrassed as she was led to the smaller clothes by Jess. “If we are going to try to fool them into thinking you’re a baby we need to make it convincing.” Jess said, “Find something childish, I’ll pay.” Sam wanted to respond that she thought they were going to pretend she was a child rather than a baby but maybe they meant the same thing for the most part. Sam walked forwards towards some little dresses that looked like they were for pre-teens, they would be a little big on her but she was happy that they were plain compared to the more childish options. “One of these would probably work.” Sam suggested. She turned to look at Jess but found that the professor was looking at a different rack. “What about these?” Jess suggested as she pointed to something Sam couldn’t see. Sam walked around a rack and gasped as she saw what Jess was suggesting. The rack Jess was looking at was filled with the most infantile clothing in the store. Everything there was designed for little girls who loved the cutesiest stuff imaginable. It was all very pink and there were a lot of pictures of princesses and unicorns. Sam never liked that stuff even when she had been a baby, looking at it and considering wearing it as an adult was horrifying. “I don’t think any of this would wo-” Sam started tentatively. “You need to look like a baby so we can get you on the plane.” Jess looked down at Sam but her voice was still very sweet. “I know but stuff like this?” Sam pointed to a particularly offensive pink dress that was basically just a princess costume. Jess looked again. Sam studied the taller woman’s face, to her horror it seemed like she was now weighing up the pros and cons of the very dress Sam had pointed at. Sam swallowed and looked back to the clothes she had thought would allow her to retain at least a little bit of dignity. She had to try and convince Jess that the less babyish stuff would still work for their plan. “Look at this…” Sam pointed out a light green shirt. It was very plain and only its size revealed that it was for a baby. The design was very much not like the baby clothes Jess was looking at. “I don’t think that’ll work.” Jess said with a sympathetic smile, “That’ll just make you look like a mini-adult.” Sam bristled with annoyance as Jess mentioned her height. She spent most of her time trying to make people not think of her like that. She had to hold her tongue for a second whilst she took a deep breath and calmed down. She had to remember that she needed the professor at the moment, she could tell her off later. “Look, all of this stuff is designed for babies and children. The plain stuff I looked at wo-” Sam was looking at the impassive Jess trying to convince her when the strangest thing happened. “B E H A V E.” Jess said loudly and clearly. A strange thing happened as Sam felt herself immediately calming down. It was like the anger at the height jibes and the having to wear children’s clothes melted away. For a second silence fell between them and Sam waited for Jess to talk, she looked up at the professor quietly with all her thoughts of opposition fading slightly. “If we want this to work we have to go all the way.” Jess said simply and slowly, “We have to leave no doubt in the airline’s minds that you are just a little baby.” Sam nodded her head. She agreed with Jess that she had to look like a little baby and therefore the clothes Jess suggested were what she should wear. It all seemed very clear now and Sam looked to the clothes the professor was suggesting. “I think I like either the purple sleeveless romper or the yellow jammies.” Jess said as she scanned all the shelves again, “What do you prefer?” The purple romper immediately made Sam shudder. She remembered back to the harrowing experience at the day care the day after she got horribly drunk. When she had been mistaken for a baby she had been dressed in a purple romper not unlike the one Jess was now examining. “The yellow jammies.” Sam said simply. Anything would be better than bringing back the trauma of the purple romper. All of a sudden it seemed like the options Jess suggested were the only ones available. Jess took the jammies off the rail and held them against Sam to assess if they would fit. She pursed her lips and then sorted through the jammies again to find a smaller one. The jammies were a sunflower yellow over the chest and legs with the shoulders and arms being a darker honey-like colour. It wasn’t the worst thing Sam had ever seen but it would clearly tell whoever looked over that Sam was a little baby. “Perfect.” Jess said as she took a set of the jammies from the rack. Sam was strangely calm considering what was happening and she couldn’t work out why. It felt like she should’ve been putting up much more of a fight and yet she couldn’t countenance going against Jess right now. She surprised herself when the professor held out a hand and Sam took it to walk across the store to the checkout. “I’m only doing this to make people think I’m a kid.” Sam said with a blush as they crossed the store. “Of course.” Jess replied. Sam was looking at her shoes so she didn’t see the big smile widening across Jess’s face. Sam was red in the face and could hardly believe she was still going along with everything, she wished she could think of another plan that involved less humiliation but this seemed like the only idea that had a chance of success. “Can I help you?” The lady behind the checkout asked as Jess led Sam to the desk. “Just this please.” Jess said as she handed over the jammies. Sam was thankful for her lack of height for once. It meant she could hide out without being seen by the cashier too much. The brief glance she got from the person working the checkout was enough to know that it didn’t take a lot for her to be seen as a kid. “Sam, how long is it till the flight?” Jess asked as she paid with her credit card. “About half an hour.” Sam said quietly. She didn’t know if it was better or worse that she spoke and broke the illusion that she was a little girl. “Plenty of time.” Jess said with a smile as she took the bag with the new clothing in it. Jess led Sam out of the store. Yet again she was holding the smaller woman’s hand and they went back over towards the area they had met. Their bags were right where they had left them, in an area specifically to put luggage so people didn’t have to haul it with them everywhere. It was guarded by an older man who gave everything a quick scan as it was taken in or out. “We should get you changed as soon as possible.” Jess said, “No point in hanging around in case something goes wrong.” Sam noticed that as she was pulled past the guard Jess made sure that he saw her holding Sam’s hand. She stopped quickly in front of the guard and bent down. Sam was confused as Jess pulled out a tissue and wiped her face suddenly. “I just saw a little something on your cheek.” Jess said as Sam tried to pull herself away. Sam blushed as she pulled her face away. She heard the guard chuckling before being pulled away again towards the bathrooms. She didn’t really understand what Jess was doing, they didn’t need to trick the guard into thinking she was a baby after all. It seemed like Jess had a plan though and Sam was happy to go along with it if it meant she got to go home. There were four separate bathrooms nearby. Two were for male and female, there was a gender neutral one that anyone could use and the last one was a baby changing room. To Sam’s chagrin it was this last room that she was led. She let out a little whine as Jess pushed on the door and walked inside. Sam understood the necessity of the bigger room for changing clothes but it still wasn’t a good feeling to see the changing table with spare diapers underneath and the colourful cartoons on the walls and ceiling. Jess emptied the bag on to the changing table and then walked to the other side of the room. Sam stood awkwardly near the door unsure of what to do and waiting for instruction. She was usually much more proactive but something about her seemed to have changed to make her more passive, she would rather wait for instruction than do something herself. “Can you get yourself changed?” Jess asked. “Yes…” Sam replied. What an embarrassing question, of course she could dress herself! “Alright, you go ahead.” Jess said as she smiled and indicated the jammies on the table. Sam reached for the clothes and recoiled slightly when she touched the material. She had done all she could to avoid looking like a baby and yet here she was about to put on some distinctly babyish clothing. She had to keep reminding herself this was necessary to get home and then she could forget about all this. More than anything she felt like doing what Jess said was important though she couldn’t work out why. She turned to look over her shoulder and saw Jess facing the wall, she was just about to pull her shirt over her head when Jess suddenly turned around. “I’ve just had a thought…” Jess said. Her hand was up to her chin and she frowned a little, “There might be something else we can do to convince the staff here that you’re a baby.” “Yeah?” Sam asked uneasily. “What about if we got you some diapers?” Jess asked. Sam was suddenly stunned and she felt a strange feeling inside her mind. It felt like her brain had suddenly cleared of a fog that had clouded her thinking. There was no way she could rationalise wearing a diaper and she didn’t think it would make that much difference to how she looked to the customer service agents. “Absolutely not!” Sam quickly exclaimed. Sam might’ve imagined it but she thought she saw a smile flicker across Jess’s face. Within a blink of an eye any smile had disappeared and the professor’s face became neutral again. The older woman nodded her head in understanding; a part of Sam expected her to put up more of a fight for some reason. “Alright, it’ll probably be fine either way.” Jess shrugged, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you some privacy whilst you get changed. Take your time, I know you’re nervous so don’t feel like you have to rush.” “Thanks…” Sam said slowly. Jess smiled again and this time it lingered before she unlocked the door and stepped outside. Sam hurried over to the lock the door behind her. She took a deep breath and finally began to undress herself.

Disposable nappies in a washing basket, is an "oxymoron"

Epilogue We hadn't seen Seth and Jess in what felt like an eternity. The shrink had wanted Vanessa to avoid all contact with people who had enabled her antisocial behavior. She hadn't liked that term - she maintained that she was very social, but that wasn't what it was about. Vanessa didn't care about rules, not when it came to furthering her goals. She had a hard time empathizing with others in some situations. The doc called it a "not severe" case and cautioned against a formal diagnosis on the grounds that it had the potential to harm her down the line and she was working towards fixing her problems, but it was there. I was in love with a sociopath. It may have been "not severe", but it was still a hard thing to deal with. It didn't mesh with my mental picture of Vanessa, and it was really hard to separate what had been an act from what had been genuine. I had almost left her three times during those first couple of weeks, but it had been three months since she started treatment and the doctor was pleased with her progress. It had been hard to give up the ageplay games we had loved so much, that had opened up the pathway between us, that had shown me a deeper love than I had ever known possible - but we had slowly reintroduced them. I had slowly gotten my Mommy back. Vanessa was still working but it was hard - her illness was part of what made her so good at her job, and creating mental boundaries around when it was okay to set aside her empathy and when it wasn't was very difficult for her. It was difficult for me to watch her struggle - and she did have empathy, she had a lot of it, but she had some serious childhood trauma I had never been aware of. I was glad I could be there to hold her hand while she worked through it. Slowly, we had built a new life out of the ashes of that day in Milpitas. My job was going great, I actually ended up easing us through a dry spell that normally would have forced Vanessa to take on non-Analyst jobs, like speaking engagements. We had connected again, first as friends, then as lovers, and when it felt safe, I had gone back to being her Little. It took the three together for our relationship to really feel whole. They bled into each other, and living without a piece of that magical triangle was difficult. But now the nursery was all back together and I was finally going to have that sleepover with Jess. We had repaired over the past month, I had really felt betrayed by the fact that she knew about everything that Vanessa had been doing. Putting that aside was hard, but I could see she needed help too. We started going out together, just the two of us. Sometimes we were diapered, sometimes we weren't. We'd go shopping, we'd go clubbing, we'd go hang out at the comic book shop - which was a thing I was really getting into - and she was starting to make entirely new friends as well. We had a few in common, and when the lot of us got together, it was a riot. I worried about Seth, however. He was having a hard time dealing with the fact that Jess wasn't wholly dependent upon him for mental stimulation. We kicked him out of the apartment twice a month and had a Littles party, just the two of us. I made out like a bandit because Jess was often the one who had to clean up after it. Next month they were supposed to take me up to this fabled club in the city they had mentioned so many times, which was supposedly opening a room just for Littles to play in. Our lifestyle seemed to be gaining more popularity as people found the joys of being Little. Even though I had seen both Seth and Jess many times over the past month, tonight was still a little scary. It was the first time all four of us had gotten together with the intention of playing. We had dinners together, but the lifestyle was always off limits as a topic of conversation - we ended up talking about movies, music, games... the things that vanilla friends talked about. I squeezed Vanessa's hand as she knocked on the door. I had butterflies in my stomach - I was going to be Little all night with my Mommy right there and my best friend to play with - Jess was my Little side's best friend by a mile - as long as she hadn't gotten herself in trouble. "Well hello," Seth greeted us with a smile. "Go on back to the nursery and get her changed." I was Little, he wasn't going to offer it to me. "Hello Dani-girl," he smiled, patting my head. "Are you going to be a good girl tonight? Cupcake is off to a rough start." "Mmmph!" the muffled call came from the living room and I peered around the corner to see Jess sitting on the couch, bound tightly in a pink straitjacket. "Jess!" I whined, "You were supposed to be good so we can play tonight!" "She failed," Seth shrugged. "Were you a good girl?" he asked her. She shook her head slowly from side to side. "I'm really cross with you," I fumed, though I wasn't really mad. Her big pink pacifier was tied in her mouth and her feet were up on the coffee table, her legs spread wide, showing off the thick pink diaper... which was surprisingly dry. I reached into the diaper bag Mommy carried and grabbed my blue paci, popping it in my mouth before climbing onto the couch - but taking it out to talk. "You were supposed to be extra super special good so we could have lots and lots of fun!" "Mmmph mmm mmmmph!" she protested behind the paci, waggling her head. She wanted me to take it out so she could talk. Like hell I was getting in trouble for her. Instead, I set into tickling her, my fingers digging into her ribs. And moving toward her armpits. Her eyes widened and Seth laughed behind me. I kept going until she was thrashing like crazy, panting and squealing behind the pacifier... I kept going until she wet herself. "I'm gonna go get changed like a good girl," I huffed, sticking my tongue out at her. "Into my cute chipmunk PJs!" I walked back over to Vanessa, flinging my arms around her neck. "May I please wear my chipmunk PJs, Mommy?" She was nervous, anxious. She hadn't been in this environment in a while. Our play at home had been similarly strained at first when we reintroduced it, but I knew she'd find her comfort zone quickly and dive back in. "Of course, princess," she smiled. "You're such a good girl, unlike some unruly brats that we know." "I'm trying," Seth shrugged. "But how do you correct a brat who loves her punishment?" Vanessa led me back to the nursery and stripped my clothes from me, laying me down and removing the diaper that I wore - I was pretty much always diapered on the weekends now, and some weeknights if I knew I didn't have an early meeting to rush off to. I slept mostly in our bed in the master bedroom... except on the weekends, where I was confined to the crib at night. Vanessa balled up my wet diaper and tossed it in Jess' bin before pulling out a thick Little Paws with a booster and taping me in before working my arms and legs into my pajamas, buttoning up the buttons for me and tying my hair into pigtails. She clipped my paci clip to the pajamas and looked at me with concern. "I'm nervous," she said. She was still sharing all of her negative emotions with me so I could help her stay grounded. They were a lot fiercer after she had dug up so much trauma from her childhood. "What if this triggers all of the things I've been working on?" "I'm proud of you," I told her, hugging her tightly. "If Seth wants to talk about the things that you've been working on, just tell him that you're not comfortable with that. He's your friend, he loves you. He'll respect your boundaries. If he won't, we'll leave and give him another chance later." "I love you so much," she said, kissing me softly. "I love you too, Vanessa." "I'm ready to be Mommy again," she smiled a warm, genuine smile. Her eyes lit up, though that hint of fear, that touch of sadness was still there. Facing one's demons - especially when you had let them drive for so long - was incredibly hard. "Well Mommy," I grinned. "Let's go pick on Jess. Where's Buttercup Jolly Hooves?" "Oh you're going to be a brat tonight then?" she smirked, grabbing Jess' very most favoritiest toy from the crib. "I'm sure she'll let you try out her straitjacket." "Actually," I laughed softly. "That sounds like a lot of fun. How much trouble do you think I'll have to be in before Seth suggests it?" "Let's go find out." Epilogue Two I would never fully understand Harvey's 'fursona', but he would likely never understand my Littlespace either. But we'd trade. I'd parade him around on a leash at his gatherings and he'd baby me at mine. It was a pretty big shock to learn that I was a switch after all that time - but I found genuine joy in fulfilling the dominant role for him, more than I had ever thought possible. It had taken a long time to work through the person that I used to be and the damage that Aubrey had done to me. I hadn't spoken to her in almost a year now. Harvey had saved my life. All because he had been Lucas' wingman and Lucas thought Aubrey was hot. It was funny how life worked out sometimes. Harvey had turned out to be a psychology student at Berkeley. He had been studying specifically on how to help the victims of abuse cope with their pain... it was kismet. He had been my life raft, and I had cut ties with Aubrey. He helped me find a place to stay in Berkeley while I got back on my feet, he helped me get a job working near the university, and after six months of dating, I moved in with him. It was scary to think about how close I had been to the bottom, how close I had been to death... and how wonderful things were now. He had helped me discover a caring, dominant side to my personality. He had helped me nurture it. He had helped me grow into a whole person. I wondered where Aubrey was from time to time. I wondered where Vanessa was. And some days it was hard to keep that part of my life behind me. I wrote them each lots of letters that I never sent, talking about my feelings, my regrets with Vanessa - how I'd been selfish and self-absorbed, how I hadn't valued what she had been offering... and my pain to Aubrey over what she had done to me, and how disappointed in myself I was for letting it get there. Harvey told me it wasn't my fault, that I had been doing the best I could with the resources I had at the time, that I had been sick. But it was difficult to shake that shame. I worried that I might never be free of it. But I was trying. And I was happy.

Chapter Thirty-Four Play with Dani had taken on a magical hybrid feeling - we still played our video games, she was still my healer, but she played from the high chair. She wore a diaper around the apartment - she wasn't wetting them, but that wasn't crucial to my enjoyment. She was vulnerable and free and that's what I wanted. I had slowly been bringing stuffed animals from Seth's place during the day while she was working, but the biggest shock to me was that she had put the crib back together herself one night, and had asked me to tuck her in. Dani, my girlfriend, my princess, was sleeping in a crib in my apartment and wearing diapers and eating in a high chair... but at the same time she was still Dani, my friend who played games with me and had intellectually stimulating conversations with me, who shared herself with me. She was my friend and my Little, she was my girlfriend and my close friend. She was so much more than I had ever dreamed of. But it was Friday night and she had gone out with Julian, and I was alone. I brought up her location on my phone - she had gone with him to that stupid Italian restaurant she didn't even like that much. I took a deep, calming breath, reminding myself that she was there to break up with him tonight. That she was mine, she had told me that she loved me. That everything was good. The cynical part of me was wondering how it would go wrong. Would he propose to her tonight? Something grand and dramatic, and he'd steal her away from me at the last moment? I could tell I was brooding, so I texted Seth and asked if I could come by and get the rest of my nursery, the clothes and diapers, the toys and bottles. Dani was in or she wasn't. She was either coming home to me tonight, or she wasn't. And if she was, I wanted the nursery to be in its full splendor. I needed something to keep my mind off of things. Seth was happy to see me that night, but Jess seemed even happier. "How's Dani?" she practically tackled me as I entered the apartment. "She's good," I smiled, gently pushing the silly Little back into Seth's arms. "She's out tonight, so I thought I'd get the rest of the nursery stuff." "Oh, so it's going well then?" Jess grinned, wrapping herself around Seth. "How are you, Seth?" I turned to him as I walked further into the apartment, giving him room to close the door. "It's good," he smiled. "Cupcake is glad to see you partially because her punishment is on hold while you're here." Normally, a person would feel uncomfortable in this situation, that they were imposing on a friend, impeding their Friday night amorous plans. But I knew Seth, and he was giving me an invitation to pick on Jess. "Oh really?" I asked, looking back to Jess, who was suddenly clamming up. She was wearing her favorite pink shortalls, which meant they were locked on her. "And what has your bratty, rotten Little gotten into this time?" "I'm not rotten!" she said defensively, sticking out her tongue at me. "Cupcake," Seth warned in that Daddy-voice he used on her. "Tell Vanessa what you did wrong." "I heard you were coming, so I stuffed all of my stupid blue diapers in the bag that was going to your place," she said sullenly. "Uh huh," Seth prodded her. "And what's your punishment?" "I have to write, 'I love blue' a hundred times," she fussed, pouting, "while wearing a stupid blue shirt with a stupid blue diaper, and Daddy's going to post the pictures on my Tumblr. But it's a lie. I hate blue." "How about," I suggested, "that you have to wear blue when Dani visits, and she'll wear pink." "No!" Jess gasped. "And this is why I love you, Vanessa," Seth chuckled. "Daddy no," the Little pleaded, grabbing at his arm and tugging. "No no, please! I want to wear cute things when Dani visits!" "And now we know we found the appropriate punishment," I smirked, grabbing a bag of nursery gear. "Thanks for holding on to this for me, Seth." "Well Cupcake," Seth was saying as I carried the bag out the door - I'd have a couple more trips, but it would be easy enough to load. "How about this - I'll pick something pink to wear, but you absolutely have to wear it with no complaint." "Okay," she said. I paused at the door, knowing exactly what he had in mind. It must have come in. I wanted to see her in it, so we'd need to arrange a playdate soon. "But it has to cover my boobs, I don't want to flash Dani." "Deal," Seth kissed his Little as I slipped out. She had no idea what she was in for. * * * Aubrey had abandoned me. It was Friday night and she was off with some blonde Adonis and I was with his wingman. We sat at a table and nursed our drinks. He seemed like a nice enough guy - his name was Harvey of all things, I felt bad for him. He was one of those nerdy types - you got a lot of those in Silicon Valley, and his name wasn't doing anything to help the image. He was barely even trying in his polo and khakis and his thick-rimmed glasses. He looked like he needed a pocket protector, but he wanted to listen. "She's my roommate. We've been friends for a long time," I explained. "She helped me out of a really bad relationship." It felt wrong to spread that lie, but this guy had no idea who Vanessa was. I wasn't even going to say that the relationship was with a girl. "I'm really thankful for her." "I'm really sorry to hear that," he seemed genuinely sad. "Do you want to talk about it?" My head was buzzing a little from the alcohol, the bartender had mixed my Long Island much stronger than I expected, and I surprised myself with my answer. "Yeah, actually," I took a deep breath and began, "I have this really weird fetish.. I was introduced to it by an ex-lover and I just really fell in love with it. It makes me feel safe and wonderful, but it's really weird. And I got in another kinda relationship," I wasn't going to tell the whole truth - that it wasn't a relationship, that it was my best friend who was there tonight, "and we started playing but they didn't play right at all. I got hurt... I... oh god, the bruises, I couldn't stand to look at myself in the bath, Harvey." I felt the tears threatening. "They beat me - spankings are supposed to be fun, they aren't supposed to make you bleed!" "Your boyfriend beat you to the point that you were bleeding?" he asked in horror. "He wouldn't stop," I cried. It was just easier to let him believe that Aubrey was a boy, that I was talking about someone else. "He was so mad that I couldn't get over my previous lover that he stepped in to give me what I was crying for, for the attention I wanted, but my old lover always stopped when I needed... he didn't. He said it wasn't punishment if I could stop it whenever I wanted. He said he was doing it because he loved me!" The world was a blur as I cried. I didn't remember, didn't see the trip outside, but before I knew it, Harvey and I were sitting on the curb, my arms wrapped around him tightly as I sobbed into his shoulder. He just held me, for long minutes he held me. "It's not your fault," he said quietly. "It is!" I cried. I wasn't ready to hear that. "It is my fault! I asked him to spank me, I asked him to treat me that way." "You asked him to stop," he pointed out. "You probably begged him to stop." "He wouldn't stop," a fresh wave of tears came, fresh sobs. "It's not your fault, Kailee," he squeezed my shoulders and said it over and over. "It's not your fault, you didn't ask to be abused." He didn't tell me I should have gone to the police, he didn't tell me that I brought it on myself. He didn't tell me that I shouldn't have engaged in that play. He just told me it wasn't my fault. "I'm so sorry I'm crying all over you," I sniffled, realizing my mascara was staining his shirt. "I'm so stupid." "Hey," he said quietly, taking me by the hands. "You're not stupid, you're hurting. Where's your friend? I think it's probably better if you went home." "No," I said, suddenly afraid that he would tell Aubrey the things I said. "No, she'll find me - she's off with your friend... she'll find me when she's ready to go home." "It's okay for you to have needs," he said, squeezing me around the shoulders again. "It's okay for tonight to be too much for you, and for you to go home. When did you get out of the abusive relationship?" "Three days ago," I sniffled. "Jesus," Harvey hissed, "What are you even doing out? It's way too early for you to be back out here, trying to date. You were abused, Kailee! It's okay to need some time." "Aubrey said I should find a boy... to take my mind off of... " I blushed, "My former lover was a girl. My abuser was a girl. I just said 'he' because you assumed it was a guy, it was just easier. I'm sorry, I'm a stupid liar and you probably hate me now for leading you on." "Hey, you're not leading me on," he assured me, but my anxiety was in full swing at this point. I felt terrible. "I'm just trying to be a friend to you, you sound like you need one. Your friend Aubrey should not have brought you out here tonight, you're moving too fast, you're not ready - and that's okay. I don't care if you're bi or gay, you have no reason to apologize to me. I'm really sorry you're having such a hard time." "Wow," I laughed between my tears, it was a strange sensation. "You're a really nice guy, you know that?" "I hear that one a lot," he smiled sadly. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel bad. Ugh, I'm such an idiot!" "Kailee! Kailee, it's okay," he squeezed my hands, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you've had such a bad go of it. You seem like a really nice girl and no one should have to go through what you went through." Unexpectedly, I had a dark urge. He was being so nice to me, I didn't understand it. I didn't understand why he was being nice and I didn't understand why I had this urge. But between my emotions being out of control and the alcohol, I leaned into the urge. "I like to wear diapers," I said in his ear while we hugged. "I like to wear diapers and that's why I couldn't tell anyone." "Well you just told me," he said consolingly, still holding me. Why wasn't he recoiling in horror? Why wasn't he telling me I was gross? "You're going to run away now and laugh to your friend about the stupid girl you met who wears diapers, aren't you?" I didn't mean to sound accusing but it came out that way. He was being nothing but nice to me and I was just dumping my problems in his lap and being a bitch about it. "No," he said solemnly, the hug not yet broken. "I've got no reason to tell anyone what you told me - it's not anybody's business. Who cares what you like behind closed doors, it's not like you're getting off to torturing kittens or anything. So it's a little weird, who cares. There's weirder out there... I'm a furry." It was me who recoiled. I felt terrible, he hadn't even flinched at my admission but I looked at him in shock. "You? But you seem so normal!" "Thanks," he smirked wryly, hiding his hurt - I could still see it in his eyes. "No, that's not what I meant," I groaned. "I mean... there's nothing wrong with that, I just didn't expect it. I felt stupid for admitting mine and then you just went and told me yours and I thought I was alone and I feel so stupid... " "Let's go find your friend," he said, his smile a little sad. "Aubrey was the one abusing me," I blurted out. "I'm just gonna go... I'll get an Uber home or something. Tell her I'm fine, I'll text her too... " "Your best friend and roommate literally beat you until you bled from it and you couldn't stand to look at the bruises on your own body when you bathed, and that's what you want to go home to?" "It sounds really bad when you say it like that," I grimaced. "Kailee, it is really bad. That's really, really bad." "We're better now!" I realized how defensive I sounded, I knew exactly what I sounded like. "That's exactly what an abuse victim would say," he sighed. "Look, do you have anywhere else you can go? A friend's house? Family?" "No," I sighed in return. "Aubrey is all I have." I blinked as he pulled out his phone and started texting. "What are you doing?" "Texting my roommate. Just promise me you're not a serial killer, okay? And don't tell him what I told you about me, he doesn't know." "What?" "I want you to come home with me tonight - you need some distance, you can't stay with someone who has been abusing you, Kailee. It doesn't matter if you think they're better now, it doesn't matter if you've forgiven them. The abuse was still going on this week. You need some perspective, you need some time away. You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch." "Why are you doing this?" I couldn't stop staring at him, it was like he was some kind of alien creature. "I've seen enough abuse in my life - one of the big things about life is paying it forward. Someone helped me when I was in trouble, and I'm going to help you. And hopefully someday, you'll help someone else. That's how we make the world a better place, and it needs it."

That awkward moment when you're glad someone's house burned down because they're forced to move in with a friend and you ship them SO hard.

Chapter Eleven Dani's chopstick technique was as elegant as her outfit. She had poise and control, despite the fact that she was eating the most ridiculous mayonnaise and cream cheese rolls known to man. I was a purist - I wanted good rice soaked in good wine, with good fish on top. She wanted deep fried madness - mango and peanuts, avocado and eel, sriracha and roe... she didn't order anything remotely traditional, but watching her enjoy it was delightful. She did this little dance when she bit into a new roll. I sat across from her at the cramped little table and the smile that spread across my lips at her unfettered joy was genuine. She was adorable. "Wait," I gaped, genuinely surprised as they served her another roll. "Does that actually have beef on the top of it?" It certainly smelled like beef. "Yep!" she wiggled in her seat, a side-to-side motion with a grin as big as the world on her face, snatching up a piece with her chopsticks. "They cook it with a blowtorch right on top of the roll. It's actually really, really good." Her taste in sushi was bizarre, but I was glad she was letting go. She seemed bouncier at this meal than Jess had been at hers, and Jess was certainly a Little. "So," I decided to roll the dice. "What's your purse's name?" "What?" she sputtered, choking a bit on her bite before she took a long sip of water. "What do you mean?" "Your purse," I nodded to the squirrel slung over the back of her chair. "Did you name it?" "Well," she blushed... and then mumbled something I couldn't make out. "What?" I asked, leaning forward a bit. "I couldn't hear you." "His name is Forrest," she whispered, blushing and looking away. I couldn't help it, I reached over and tucked a lock of her hair back behind her ear, pushing it away from her face. "Hey there," I said gently, revealing the barest part of my caring self. "You don't need to be embarrassed. I was pretty sure that you had already named him. I was going to guess Nutsy." "No," she laughed softly, looking up - her eyes were vulnerable but she was on the defensive - she was waiting for me to make some crack, to hurt her. I stroked her cheek gently with the back of my hand, caressing her with the lightest of touches. "I like that you named him," I spoke in a low, soothing tone. "And it's a great name. He seems like he's been a really good friend to you." Whoops. I pushed a little too far there. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Hey, Dani.. it's okay, everything's okay. I can see you're really embarrassed and I'm sorry. I think it's wonderful, and I really appreciate you being vulnerable with me." She nodded and looked down, hiding her face behind her hair. She sniffled and wiped her face before looking up, a fake smile etched on her lips. "I'm fine," she lied. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my lap and cuddle her, to hold her tight and promise her that I would never judge her, certainly not for wanting to indulge in cute things. But we weren't there yet. "It's okay to like cute things," I assured her. "It doesn't make you less of a professional, it doesn't make me respect you less, and it doesn't make you less attractive. In all honesty, you carrying that purse in the club is what made me want to talk to you initially." "Really?" her eyes were shining as she looked up at me. "You don't think it's dumb?" "Of course not," I promised, silently wishing I could throttle the "friends" who had drilled this insecurity into her. "I'm really glad you told me, I'm really glad you opened yourself up to me, and I'm really glad to meet Forrest. I'm going to make sure I have a small bag of peanuts next time we get together, just for him." That got a small laugh, which finally broke her tension. "You're silly," she laughed, "I didn't think you'd be silly - you look so important." "Appearances can be deceiving," I smiled - with no motive, no message. Just a genuine, relaxed smile before I popped a nigiri in my mouth. "But there are always little hints to the truth. Right, Forrest?" It took her a moment to recover, but she went back to enjoying her ridiculous roll with a more relaxed air. When the rolls were gone and she seemed satisfied, I ordered a small bottle of sparkling sake. "Oh, I've never tried that," she smiled. "It's for you," I informed her. "I'll have a taste, but I've got a pretty firm rule about drinking and driving - I won't drive if I've had even one drink. It's too dangerous, too easy to hurt yourself or someone else." "Yeah," she blushed - I already knew she wasn't as responsible with that as she should be, especially in the ride-sharing-app world we lived in now. "Oh, this is good." Her smile was wide and genuine as she sipped the sweet drink - so much like a Little to enjoy the sweeter things. "Why haven't I tried this before?" "That I can't say," I smirked, "but I hope to show you many things that you never knew you liked." "I'd like that, Vanessa," she laid her hand on mine and smiled a serious smile. * * * After dinner, we had gone to a stand-up comedy show. Clean jokes, puns, a little bit of topical humor - no heavy political humor, nothing terribly charged... a great night out. It had gone just as I had hoped - the seats were good, the performer was good, the company was amazing. We had cuddled close at our table as we watched, her head on my shoulder. I would say I would cherish the moment forever, but I hoped to make lots of little moments like that - moments of tenderness, of kindness. But there was a reluctance to her kiss tonight, as we stood at the door to her apartment. Something was holding her back, something was keeping her from allowing herself to fall, to lose herself. Something was bothering her. And it was almost certainly Julian. I wished I already had the dirt on him - everyone had a story, and most of them had a great big patch of darkness in it. "I had a great time tonight," she said softly as she held on to my upper arms. I enjoyed the way she looked in this shadow, her raven hair sucking the very light from the area. Her skin didn't look so tan in this light, next to that darkness, her lips so deeply red. I wanted to take her back to my place right then. To pull her into my bed and to hold her close, to find out what was weighing on her so heavily, to chase all of her problems away. To make her feel safe and secure... to make her mine. "I did too," I agreed. "I really enjoy your company, Dani. You're a sweet and kind person and I look forward to getting to know you better." "I'd invite you in," Dani said softly, looking down - she was embarrassed. "But my place is a mess." "I'm sure it's not that bad," I reassured her. Most people said that - oh, my place is so messy... but it wasn't usually true. "I don't... I spend all of my time at work cleaning up other peoples' messes, so I tend to be a little lazy at home." She was trembling a bit, she was really afraid of being judged. There was some trauma there, someone had hurt her. "If you don't feel comfortable," I kept my voice low and soft, gentle, "it's okay. You don't have to rush with me, I'm patient. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." "Well," she took a deep breath, "just... promise me you won't judge?" "I won't judge," I promised. Dani's apartment was a disaster. I had expected clutter, a mess of papers, a stack of books, a pile of mail... I hadn't expected what awaited me behind her door. She had empty food containers strewn about her living room, a pile of laundry by the front door, empty glasses and cans everywhere. There were stacks of empty Amazon boxes littered around, a clear path leading to the couch and another to the hallway that undoubtedly led to her bedroom. "Sorry," she whispered, her face a deep red. She needed someone to take care of her. She hung Forrest on a hook by the door and led me to the couch, tossing a pile of laundry on the floor. "It's clean," she assured me. "I just haven't put it away yet." "It's no big deal," I lied. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "Hey, it's okay. Everything's fine." "I should've cleaned," she whispered. "I... I didn't know the date was going to go so well." "Well thanks," I teased, feigning hurt. She panicked. "I'm teasing, I'm teasing. Everything is okay. Hey, I have an idea - how about I get my laptop from my trunk and we just play a game? No pressure, no judgement. We'll just play some casual matches. You can show me your Support chops." "That sounds nice," she smiled weakly. "And next time... let's go to your place." * * * I reflected on the evening as I drove home - Dani was attractive, fun, and had so many Little tendencies that I was feeling hopeful. Julian hadn't come up once, not that I expected him to - it wasn't exactly couth to discuss one person you were dating with the other. I reasoned that her reluctance in our kiss had been embarrassment about the mess she lived in. And it was a mess. She definitely needed someone to help her handle that particular Little tendency - Seth would have flipped at that sty. Jess wouldn't be able to sit for a week if he had come home to that apartment, but Dani wasn't mine... yet. But I would have her. My resolve was stronger than ever. Playing with her had been fun - all Littles were good at playing. She had been nervous at first, but she was skilled. She was right, her micro - specifically her precision - needed work, but it wasn't hard to mitigate her mistakes. We played too late into the night, I still had to get up and face the day tomorrow, but I had been loath to leave. The sound of her laughter as we enjoyed our shared hobby was music to my ears. We won more than we lost and we quit on high spirits. But I felt like I might be lying to myself about her kiss... that same reluctance had been in our final kiss, long after I had convinced her that I wasn't bothered by her cleanliness. Which I wasn't bothered, in a way - her tidiness wouldn't be a problem once she was my Little. I'd clean up for her, she'd only have to make sure the toys in the nursery were tidy and I'd take care of everything else. I'd take care of her. I dreamt of her that night - that same candlelit room, flickering flames everywhere, but instead of Lauren waiting for me on that bed, it was Dani. Naked and vulnerable, her runner's figure lithe and toned as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. When I pulled the diaper out from under the bed and smiled at her, she smiled back. The diaper was covered with frolicking squirrels, thick and fluffy. I lifted her hips gently and slid it beneath her. I traced my finger gently around her exposed lips before I powdered her, caressing the sensitive spot where her thigh met her hip and twisting a finger delicately in her pubic hair. When I pulled that diaper closed between her legs, it was joyous - the look on her face as I fastened those tapes, sealing her in. It was an expression of contentment, of peace. I patted her padded crotch gently, rubbing my hand over the plastic backing. I was sad when I woke. I wanted that dream to be real, for her to be that vulnerable with me, to throw shame and adulthood both out the window and surrender. To be mine.