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To all my UK friends here. I am sorry for the passing of queen Elizabeth II. Sending Love and condolence. ❤

Chapter 17 I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and my heart was racing. I heard knocking on the door, but I tried to ignore it. I wished I had gone into mine and Jenny’s room instead because there would be a pacifier in there. I also wondered for a minute if my mom had left my boy clothes in Steve’s room. Could I some how sneak over there and change. “Cindy… open my door.” Allie said. “If you don’t open my door, I am texting pics of you in a dress and in a diaper to all my friends.” I really didn’t think she would do that. Especially because I was pretty sure mom would take her phone away from if she did. “Listen, Leslie can only stall Scott for so long. Open the door and we can talk about how to deal with this.” Allie pleaded. Her second argument was stronger than the first. I moved to the door and slowly opened it after unlocking it. Allie pushed her way in right after the door moved. “Are you okay?” She asked. “No… I can’t do this.” I told her. “You can… Leslie and I have your back, Sissy.” Allie forced a big smile with a hard accent on the word sissy. I was surprised that I actually chuckled at that. When I did Allie moved over and hugged me. When we broke the hug, she took my hand I was shocked that I let her lead me out of the room and down the stairs. I saw Scott sitting on the couch talking to Leslie. Their backs were to me as Allie continued to lead me further into the room. Mom poked her head out of the kitchen and gave me an encouraging smile. Because of where she was sitting Leslie saw me first and did the same. Scott noticed or sensed the movement behind him and turned his body and was looking directly at me and Allie. His eyes widened again but it wasn’t the shock I saw yesterday. I watched as it was obvious that his brain was absorbing what he was seeing. He then let his eyes travel from my feet to my head and back again. “Scott. This is Cindy. She showed up in this house while you were at camp.” I was thankful for Allie’s introduction. Leslie jumped in. “Cindy is my new friend and I have loved spending time with her.” I could see both Allie and Leslie looking and me with an expression of say something. My heart was racing. “Hi Scott. How was camp?” I got out somehow. “It was good… um… how have things been here anything exciting happen while I gone?” He stuttered. Allie and Leslie laughed, and I was surprised that I chuckled also. “Uh… no not really.” I replied. At that Allie and Leslie roared with laughter and I joined them. Scott was looking at all three of us and I couldn’t tell he if was thinking we were crazy or if he felt left out of the joke. “Is someone actually going to explain what is going on here? Mike… Cindy…. Whoever? Umm… do you want to be a girl? Is this like a Bruce… or I mean Caitlyn Jenner kind of thing?” Scott asked. The three of us stopped laughing and looked at each other. Allie nodded at me indicating I should answer. “Maybe. I am trying to figure it out. Allie, Leslie, my cousin, and my mom are helping me figure it out.” I said to him. “Christine is helping you?” Scott responded. I laughed again. Scott had made it very clear that to me that he had a huge crush on Christine. “Yes… These are actually her clothes that she gave me. Oh… and her bra!” I winked at him. “How do you have boobs? They aren’t real, right?” Scott was staring at my chest now. “No… not real. I am wearing falsies.” I smiled. “See… I told you the boobs were a good idea. Boys like boobs!” Allie said while sticking her chest out a little farther. Leslie and I chuckled then she said. “I guess it is a good thing I don’t think I want boys to like me then.” “You don’t like boys?” Scott asked. “I don’t think so… or maybe I only like girly boys… still trying to figure that out.” Leslie said honestly. I smiled at her then sat on the other end of the couch. Allie moved over to the love seat. All three of us shared a quick smile. “Scott, I am sorry for springing this on you. I have been learning a lot about myself this week and I am not sure what any of it really means. I just know I like girl’s clothes and I like girl things. It would be great if we can still be friends. It would also be great if you didn’t tell anyone, yet.” “Um… sure. I remember when my brother was deciding how out to people he wanted to be. He told me and our older sister before he even told our parents. I get it… a little I think.” Scott was still unsure of himself as he spoke. “Thanks.” I just replied. “Although for you it is way more obvious right. It isn’t like when you are gay people can see it on the outside. If you go out wearing that outfit people will know.” Scott said. “I don’t think anyone will know. He looks just like a girl. I don’t see a boy at all.” Leslie said. “Not everyone. Sorry. That came out kind of wrong. You are right, he… she… definitely looks like a girl, she is actually pretty. What I meant was anyone who knows her will see what she is wearing and know.” Scott replied. “Oh… yes, true.” Leslie responded. I was still focusing on Scott saying I was pretty. My mom, Allie, Leslie and Christine had told me that but except for maybe Leslie, I felt like they had to say that. Scott, or a boy saying it was totally different for some reason. I had felt my cheeks redden as he said it. Allie, who must have been reading my mind, looked over at me and gave me a big smile and a wink. I shyly smiled back at her. “So, what are you all doing today?” Scott asked. “We haven’t decided yet. Thinking of maybe taking Cindy out for a little shopping. She needs to add to her wardrobe. Want to go with us?” Allie asked. “Shopping, for girls’ stuff. Uh… no thanks.” Scott laughed. “We were going to see if Christine could take us. Would that change your decision?” Allie asked in a teasing tone. Scott blushed. “Uh… no… but I could always hang around until she came to pick you all up.” I sat there listening to this. It was the first time I had heard of these plans, so I was surprised at that. I was also a little surprised at Scott’s confidence in his reply. Usually when someone teased him about girls he would get really embarrassed and clam up. “Now that you are girl do you still play video games?” Scott asked me. “I am not a girl. I am dressing in girls’ clothes and doing some things that girls do.” I responded. “You are using a girl name though.” Scott responded. “True.” I was anxious to change the conversation. “I played some games with Steve the other day, why?” “Well since I came over, I thought maybe we could play a game or two, before you go shopping.” “Trying to stall to be here when Christine comes?” I joked. “Maybe.” I got up and headed towards the stairs. I turned back to Allie and Leslie who were both smiling. I mouthed thank you to them and moved upstairs and into Steve’s room where the video games were. As soon as I stepped in the room I realized there was going to be a problem. “Dude, where is your bed?” Scott asked. “Uh… my mom moved it.” I stuttered. “Oh… because she didn’t want Steve sharing a room with a girl? She moved you into Allie’s room?” Scott said. “Uh… kind of.” I handed him a controller for the game and turned it on. I was hoping this would distract him. Scott picked his avatar while I looked for the other controller. I found it and went to pic my avatar. I hesitated for a second before choosing the girl one I had picked before with Steve. Scott chuckled. “Well at least she is hot. Speaking of hot… Allie suddenly grew up didn’t she.” “Dude, that is my sister you are talking about.” I was faking a little of the outrage, but I was surprised to hear him say it. “Sorry… but it is true. Um… what is the deal with Leslie and you. Seems like there was comments earlier that made it seem like she is into you. Plus, the way she looks at you is pretty obvious.” Scott went on. “Not really sure what is going on. It is has been an interesting week.” I just said. The game started and we stopped talking. Scott, like Steve, was way better at the game then I was. Plus, my mind wasn’t really focused on the game but more on everything else that was happening. I did catch him loosing focus a few times as he was checking out my boobs. As all of that was running through my mind, I suddenly realized I had to pee, and I spurted into the maxipad. “Hit pause. I have to go to the bathroom.” I yelled out as I jumped up. As I made it to the hall more pee spurted out. Entering the bathroom, I slammed the door behind me and quickly undid my shorts, just before I pushed my panties down more pee escaped. Finally, I sat on the toilet and finished peeing. When I was done, I looked down to check the possible damage. The maxipad looked fairly soaked. The panties and shorts though were still okay. I removed the pad and wrapped it in some toilet paper and dropped it in the trash. I noticed that there was another one in there and realized it was probably one of Allie’s. I pulled the panties up and rebuttoned my shorts. A quick hand wash and I was tapping on Allie’s door and told to come in. It felt weird not having anything bulky between my legs although I thought the panties felt pretty good. “What’s up. Scott still here?” Allie asked. “Uh yea… I had to take a potty break.” I responded. “Oh… did you make it there in time? Everything okay?” Leslie asked sincerely. “Yea… but uh… well… I need a new maxipad. Do you have another one I could have?” I asked her. “Yea… I think so. But I need to keep at least one for me. Let me check what is in my bag.” She said as she reached for her bag. I am not sure why exactly, but it excited me a little to be asking Leslie for one of her maxipads. Her comment about needing to keep one for herself also excited me. I watched expectantly as she opened her bag. “You are in luck. I have two left in my bag. Here you go.” She handed me one with a big smile on her face. “Thank you.” I smiled at her. “You two should see the way you look at each other.” Allie interjected. We both got very red faced and I turned to leave. “Hey how long is Scott going to stay? I asked Christine to pick us up at one o’clock.” I looked back at Allie. “Are we really going shopping?” “Yes… you really do need clothes.” Allie told me. “Okay. I will tell him I will finish this game and then try and get rid of him.” I told her. “Yea, tell him he will have to ogle Christine some other time.” Allie laughed. “She isn’t the only one in this family he is ogling.” I said back. “Oh… you caught him checking out your tits I bet. I don’t understand why boys don’t realize how obvious they are about that.” Allie said matter of fact. “I guess I have to grow some tits to experience that.” Leslie said with sort of sad chuckle. “Girlfriend, I watched Gary walk into a table at the pool the other day because his eyes were glued to your ass. You have your charms. Cindy here… never misses a chance to watch you walk away.” Allie laughed. Again, Leslie and I got red in the face. Although I knew what Allie had just said was true. I also wondered about Gary. Did she mean Gary that was on the football team? He was going to be junior when school started. “Um… Yes, I did catch him doing that, but I meant you. Scott told me that you had definitely grown up and he thinks you are hot.” I walked out after saying that. I went back to the bathroom to slip the maxipad in before going back to complete the game. As I got to the door Scott caught me by surprise as he stepped out. “I came looking for you because you had been gone so long. Then I decided to pee myself. What were you doing?” He asked. “I uh. Had to check on something with Allie really quick and she wouldn’t stop talking. I will be back in a minute.” I blurted out. Scott moved out of my way, but I noticed his eyes dropped down to my hand. I tried to cover maxipad up by holding it against my opposite thigh as I slide into the bathroom. I quickly removed the package and the peeled the plastic off the adhesive strip. I dropped my shorts and panties and secured it in place. Everything felt right again as I walked back to Steve’s room. As soon as I walked in Scott handed me my controller and the game started up again. As expected, he beat me pretty badly even while being distracted by my boobs. The game ended and I figured he would ask if I wanted to play again but instead, he set the controller down. “Mike… sorry Cindy. I won’t tell anyone, but it is going to get out eventually. Unfortunately, too many people already know. All your family, Leslie, and now me. I would be surprised if Steve hasn’t told someone. I was only a year or so older than him when my brother came out. I couldn’t keep it inside and I told Lance.” Scott was looking across the room as he spoke. “My mom threatened Allie and Steve about telling anyone.” I told him. “Yea… then how did Leslie find out?” He asked. “Allie brought her over when I was dressed up.” I said leaving out that I was dressed as a baby and had a poopy diaper at the time. “That wasn’t an accident. She wanted her best friend to know. Although it looks like Leslie took it well. Really well actually.” He smiled. “She is very cute. Anything going on there?” “Maybe. Not sure yet. But probably. I guess.” I looked down at the floor. “So… you like girls, right? Not boys. It is okay if you like boys, just asking.” He smiled. “Yea… I like girls. Honestly, outside of Christine I have never really had a crush on someone. I think I am developing one on Leslie, though.” I answered. “Who doesn’t have a crush on Christine?” He joked. “So no to boys then?” “I think so. Disappointed? I have seen the way you have been checking out my boobs!” I laughed as I said it and it felt good to tease him. Scott face turned red because he had been caught. “You wish. You kept jutting them out there all proud of yourself. How could I not see them?” I don’t know why but the banter made me feel good, so I turned and tackled him face down and pushed my boobs into his back. Scott and I wrestled all the time. He won most of the time. “You aren’t going to make me fight a girl, are you?” He said as he squirmed out from under me. I giggled in my best girl voice and found myself now on my back with Scott on top of me. I was surprised by the look in his eyes as he looked down on me. There was something that seemed very different. I also realized I had a brief thought of wanting him to bend his head down and kiss me. Fortunately, or unfortunately the pressure of his body on my stomach transferred to my bladder and I suddenly realized I was on the brink of peeing again. I fleet a quick squirt escape, but I was able to stop it from continuing. I knew I had to get out from under him soon. “Okay… you win. You proved you can beat up a girl.” I stuck my tongue out him. He slowly, almost reluctantly, got up from laying on top of me. There was a slight awkwardness as we sat for a minute. I was concentrating on holding my bladder from peeing along with trying to think of something to say in this moment. A quick wrap on the door and Allie opened it. “Mom said it is lunch time. She made tuna fish sandwich and Scott can stay if he wants one.” Allie looked at me funny. Scott said sure and got up and headed towards the stairs. As I stepped out Allie grabbed my arm and held me from moving. “What were you all doing in there?” She asked quietly with some alarm in her voice. “Playing a video game. Why?” I responded. “Because you look all… disheveled or something…. Like you were making out. You weren’t in here kissing him, were you? Leslie will be devastated.” “No… we just wrestled a little, like we always do.” I said. “Yea… uh… girl tip… boys wrestle each other… boys and girls don’t wrestle each other.” Allie said. “Yea, yea…. I need to pee and then I will be right down.” I told her. Stepping in the bathroom I immediately peed. The maxipad was wet but not drenched so I pulled it and my panties back into place. Then I took a minute to get my clothes all situated. When I looked in the mirror my hair was a mess, but my makeup still looked good. I fixed my hair and went down to the kitchen to eat. When I walked in, I noticed that Scott had taken a seat next to Allie and was talking to her. I sat down next to Leslie who smiled at me. Mom handed out the sandwiches and there was a big bag of chips in the middle of the table. Everyone talked about the end of summer coming and about school starting again soon. It made me realize I would have to make a decision about my appearance for school in the near future. “Is everyone going to the summer formal on Saturday?” Scott asked. “Leslie and I are. We got our dresses the other day.” Allie responded. “I bet you both will look beautiful.” He replied while looking right at Allie and smiling. I realized I was maybe a little jealous of how he was looking at Allie and that he said that she was beautiful. I knew he had said Leslie would look beautiful also, but it was obvious he was speaking directly to Allie and flirting a little with her. Allie seemed to be eating it up and she touched his arm as she smiled back at him asking. “Are you going to go?” “I hadn’t decided but now that I know you and Leslie are going, I probably will. Hopefully you will dance with me if I do.” His eyes hadn’t left Allies. “A big sophomore would want to dance with a freshman?” Allie had emphasized the words big and sophomore. “Only the really pretty ones.” Scott said. Even mom giggle a little at that. I was stewing in my chair as I listened to this. I could feel Leslie watching me out of the corner of her eye as this went on. I also had never known Scott to flirt with a girl before. “Allie, I figured you would only want to dance with Jimmy at the formal. Especially since you have been fawning over him at the pool every day.” I said. Allie shot me a death stare while Leslie giggled. Scott’s facial expression changed. “Who is Jimmy?” Scott asked. “He just moved here, and Allie has big crush on him.” Leslie said. “I don’t have a big crush on him. He is cute though.” Allie’s tone made it clear she wasn’t happy with me or Leslie mentioning Jimmy right now. “Cindy, maybe you should go to the formal. It would be a great place to let everyone see the new you.” “Oh… I like that idea. And you already have a dress for it. You could wear one of the ones that Christine gave you. You looked amazing in them!” Leslie said enthusiastically. Allie laughed. “It is obvious who Leslie has a big crush on.” Leslie blushed and shot Allie a look but then said. “You are right, Allie. I do have a crush on you Cindy. You were so beautiful when you tried on those dresses, I would love for you to go to the formal, I would love to dance with you at it.” I saw everyone looking at me. Scott’s eyes were wide, Allie face showed something that was a combination of smirk and a grin, and Leslie’s face was covered with a big smile and very red cheeks. “Uh… thanks Leslie, you… you look amazing in your dress. That would be a big step for me. I am not sure I am ready for that.” I stammered out. We had finished our lunch and I cleared all the plates for everyone and put them in the dishwasher. My mom smiled at me as I finished cleaning the kitchen by wiping down the counters. Leslie had excused herself to go to the bathroom and Scott and Allie had gone into the living room and were laughing about something. I had just stepped out of the kitchen when Leslie came down the stairs her bag was over her shoulder. She reached for my arm and pulled me closer to her. She quietly told me that she had to change her maxipad and was going to run home and get a new one. She confessed, in an even more quiet voice, that it was the first day of her period and she was bleeding very heavily. She moved toward the door and announced that she would be right back and just had to run home really quick. Allie and Steve barely acknowledged her and went right back to laughing and giggling about whatever they were talking about. Mom motioned me into the kitchen, and I followed her. “Umm… how are you doing? No accidents or uh anything so far today? The pullups holding up okay?” “Um… I haven’t been wearing a pullup most of the morning. I couldn’t get the shorts on over it.” I told her. “So, you are just wearing, panties… and no accidents? That is great news.” Mom said. She had had hesitated for a second on the word panties. “Not exactly.” I replied. For some reason I was embarrassed to tell her I had been wearing Leslie’s maxipads and had small accidents in them. In fact, the one I currently had in place was definitely wet and probably needed to be changed out. “What do you mean by not exactly?” Mom’s tone was serious. “Leslie gave me some of her maxipads and I have been wearing them. I uh…. Well, I have spurted some pee into them but was able to stop myself from just freely wetting in them.” I couldn’t look at her as I spoke. “Why Leslie’s. Why didn’t you just grab one of Allie’s?” Mom asked. “Because… well Leslie’s are uh… bigger or thicker.” I responded. “And you like that? Or you need that? Or do you like knowing you are wearing the same thing as Leslie is wearing?” Mom looked me right in the eye as she spoke. “Well… yes.” I looked down again. “Yes… you like that they are thicker, or you think you need them to be thicker to soak up your pee?” She seemed a little impatient. “Or that it is what Leslie is wearing?” “All of it.” I was surprised I was honest with mom. “Okay. I will have to figure out what brand and style she uses, and I can get you some of your own. I am sure Leslie’s mom doesn’t want to be paying for your maxipads.” She gave a slight chuckle at the end. “Oh… that would be great mommy. Thank you.” I said sincerely. There was a quick knock on the front door followed by it swinging open as Christine walked in. I stepped out of the kitchen. “Hi Cindy. You look cute. Ready to do some shopping?” She asked. “Yes. We have to wait for Leslie to come back before we can go. She wants to go with us.” I told her. “No problem.” She said and looked over at Allie who was sitting on the couch with Scott. “Allie, are you going with us also or are you staying here with your friend? Is that the Jimmy I have I have been hearing about?” Allie’s eyes bugged out and she turned red. “I am going with you all. Can’t miss Sissy getting more girly stuff, can I?” “Allie… what have I told you about that.” Mom boomed out. “What… Cindy is my Sissy mom.” Allie tried to sound indignant. “Christine, that is my friend Scott on the couch. You have met him before.” I said. I had been watching him and the look on his face when Christine called him Jimmy was total disappointment. What was hard to tell was if it was because Christine didn’t recognize him or if it was because it was a reminder that Allie had a crush on some guy named Jimmy. “Oh… I am sorry Scott. I didn’t get a good look at you because of the lamp shade. If I had clearly seen you I would have remembered. I never forget the names of cute boys.” Christine had laid that on pretty thick. “Hi Cindy. It is okay.” Scott was now beaming. Now Allie frowned. Scott had turned his attention from her to Christine and it was very obvious he was enthralled with what Christine had said. There was new quick rap on the door and Leslie came in. Christine had moved into the family room and greeted Leslie warmly when she stepped in. Leslie returned the greeting. Leslie motioned to me, ,and I moved over next to her. When I reached her, she took me arm and pulled me close and quietly said into my ear. “I got you a couple more maxipads. They are in my bag. I didn’t think you would want me to hand them to you where Scott could see.” “Thank you. Can you drop your bag in Allie’s room and I could get them there? I need to change the one I am wearing.” I told her. She nodded and bounced up the stairs to Allie’s room and then came back down. She went and sat on the love seat. “Uh… Scott we are going to go do some shopping. I will text you later and maybe we can do something tomorrow. Thanks for being so understanding today. It means a lot. A whole lot.” I told him and felt like I should hug him. “Sure. Ah no problem.” Scott said as he stood up and headed towards the door. I moved to the stairs and before heading up them, I watched Scott’s eyes dart between Allie and Christine, it was almost like he was doing a comparison or evaluation. I went into Allie’s room and saw Leslie’s bag lying on the bed. I opened her bag and saw there were actually four maxipads in the bag. I took two of them and left two for Leslie. I stepped out in the hallway and my mom was standing there. “So that is the brand Leslie uses? Did she bring those for you?” She asked. I nodded and saw mom stick her hand out to me indicated she wanted to see one of them. I gave it to her, and she examined it before handing it back. “Yea. They feel pretty thick and bulky. I can see why you like them instead of Allie’s. I will get you some this afternoon when I go to the store. Were you planning on changing the one you were wearing to a new one for when you go shopping?” Mom asked. “Yea… the one I have on is wet.” I replied. “Do you really think that will be enough protection? Remember what happened the last time you were out with the girls shopping, and that was a pullup.” Mom cocked her eye at me. I stared down at the ground. I did remember. I had an accident and pee had run down my leg and onto the floor. “I really want to go shopping with the other girls though mom.” I whined. “The other girls?” She smiled at me. “You consider yourself one of the girls now, right.” I nodded yes. “How about for today you wear one of Allie’s skirts and I diaper you before you go. Just to be really safe.” Mom said to me. “A diaper? Why can’t I wear a pullup.” I asked. Mom laughed. “Let me be sure I am hearing you right. You are now complaining about being diapered?” “Only because I might not be able to try on things with a diaper on.” I quickly responded. “Hmm… how about… I can’t believe I am suggesting this. How about I lend you one of my bags and you can take a spare diaper with you. Plus, maybe a pullup and even some panties and a maxipad. Depending on what you are trying on you can change." Mom said. I thought for a minute then responded. “How am I going to change the diaper though. Every time I do it myself, I never get it tight enough.” “That is why I couldn’t believe I was suggesting it. Christine or Allie can diaper you. It isn’t like they haven’t done it before, right? I do have one rule though, Leslie can’t do it. Understand.” Mom looked at me sternly as she said the last part. I nodded at her but was thinking about the idea of Leslie diapering me. I realized the idea of the made my heart beat faster and my skin feel flushed. Mom had stepped back into Allie’s room and pulled out a jeans mini-skirt and then came back into the hall and led me into mine and Jenny’s room. She went over the closet and grabbed a couple of diapers, the wipes and the powder. “Take your shorts and panties off. Oh, and I guess drop that maxipad in the diaper pail. Then lay on your bed.” Mom directed. I followed her directions. Mom quickly ran the wipe over me and then fluffed out my diaper and I lifted my butt up so she could slide it in place. A quick dash of powder was applied and then she pulled the front up and began to tape it in place. I looked at my mom and she suddenly had a big smile and I realized she was reacting to the smile on my face as I enjoyed the experience of being diapered. I laid there for a minute relishing the feeling of having mom diaper me. As much as I had enjoyed the panties and maxipad today, they were nothing like the feeling of having someone pull the diaper tapes tight on you. I wasn’t sure if just getting to experience that once each day, before bed at night, would be enough for me. “Slide this skirt on and I will go grab my sandals for you again. I think you can just have them at this point.” She said. I put the skirt on and then the sandals. Mom had gone to her room and came back with a large bag. I watched as she put a pack of wipes, two pullups, two diapers, a maxipad and a pair of panties in it. “Tell Allie and Christine you need some mascara and lip gloss while you are shopping and get one each for your room and another set for your bag, okay.” She directed. I nodded yes and took the bag from her and headed down the stair after her. “Girls, I diapered Cindy. I didn’t want another accident like happened on the last shopping trip. I also packed a bag, it has some diapers, pullups, and a maxipad in it. I also told her that she needs to get some mascara and….” Mom stopped suddenly as she finished coming down the stairs and stepped in the living room. I stepped down behind her and saw that both Leslie and Christine had a look of shock on their faces. It was when I looked over towards the door and saw that Allie was standing there and Scott was standing next to her that I understood why. “Jesus Christ. Not again. Scott what are you still doing here?” Mom exclaimed. Leslie had got up and immediately moved over to me and grabbed my arm. Allie grabbed Scott’s arm. Scott just stared at me. I realized that I had to tell him… something. I just wasn’t sure what to tell him. I pulled away from Leslie and moved towards Scott. “Can we step outside and sit on the porch?” I asked him. He didn’t answer and just followed me out the front the door. I took a seat on the front stair smoothing my skirt under me and being careful keep my legs together so no one could see up the skirt. Scott hesitated but sat next me. “I guess you heard everything my mom said?” I asked and he just nodded yes. I took a deep breath. “So… besides the girl thing… I have… well right now at least… I uh… I have to wear things because I… I uh… I accidentally wet myself if I don’t.” I figured something close to the truth was the best thing to tell him. I did have to wear protection, or I would wet myself right now. Scott stared straight ahead. “When did this start?” “About a week ago.” Again, it was pretty much the truth. “Oh… and right now you are wearing a… like a real diaper?” He glanced quickly at me. “Yes…” I didn’t elaborate. “Whatever man. That sucks that you have to do that. Hopefully the doctor can figure out what is wrong. I am going to tell Allie bye really quick and head home. Don’t worry, I will keep this secret also.” He turned and opened the door and I heard him telling Allie goodbye and saying he hoped to see her again soon. When the door closed, he bounded down the steps and yelled he would see me later over his shoulder. I stood there wondering three things. First, why I let him believe it was a medical problem and not something I liked. Two, why was I okay with him knowing I liked girl stuff but not with him knowing I liked diapers. Three, how did I feel about the fact that it was very obvious my best friend had suddenly developed a serious crush on my sister.

So has anyone ever wanted to have a baby shower for them. Where you get lots of baby things, toys, diapers and baby clothes. Real baby showers are cute so I thought one for the AB would be fun

I often wonder whose idea it was to make early Depend products green. I guess I can see not wanting to go with "diaper" white, but what unholy compromise led to creamed peas green?

Look, I'm doing a pro-writer move where we back up in time a bit for the start of this next chapter. MAGIC. ----- Chapter 23 Earlier that evening. Melody paused with their hand hovering over the doorknob to their house. What would they say to Veronica if she was home? Nothing came to mind. A conversation seemed inevitable. Inevitably horrible. Melody looked around to make sure no one was watching them stand outside their door awkwardly. There wasn't anyone, but Veronica's garden-statue of a naked dancer caught Melody's eye. Senpai of the garden, what is your wisdom? Melody mentally asked. Get over yourself, the statue said in Melody's imagination. This isn't a meme and we aren't anime girls. "Fucking weeb." Melody muttered at themself on the way inside. The house was quiet, it didn't sound like anybody was home. Melody almost missed Jane sitting in the living room reading a book. She hadn't said anything, just looked up when Melody arrived. "Oh uh, hey Jane." Melody said. "Welcome back." Jane said with a little smile. "Yeah – I was over at Rosa's." Melody replied, confused as to why they felt like they had to explain that to Jane. "I thought so. I'm glad that's going well." "Thanks." Melody dithered in the foyer, finally pulling their toque off as the house's heat soaked in. "Look uh, Veronica probably told you about um – the stuff Briana found." "She did." Jane said. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No uh, I'm good." Melody said, waiting for Jane to push back. "Then it's none of my business." Jane chuckled at Melody's surprised expression. "I told Ronnie not to send that text. After your reaction to it, I forbid her from bringing it up with you again." "You – forbid Veronica?" Melody blinked. Was Jane talking about the same Veronica? Queen of the goth scientists and über mommy? "I have a very different relationship with her than you do. She listened to me because I convinced her I was right." Jane set her book down and came over to Melody. Slowly enough for Melody to pull away, she reached out for a hug. Melody leaned into it and found themself wrapped in a solid embrace. "I care about you a lot. If you need my help, you have it." Jane said. She pulled back, hands on Melody's shoulders. "Have you had dinner?" "Yeah, I have. Thanks. For uh, more than offering to feed me." "You're welcome. It's not entirely altruistic. We have a lot of leftovers." Jane squeezed Melody's shoulders and stepped back to sit on the back of the couch. "Where's Briana? Is she okay?" "She's fine. Erin confirmed that she didn't get frostbite – and that she was lucky she didn't." Jane shook her head in frustration. "She's upstairs, grounded to her room. We haven't decided how long for, yet." "Are you doing the around the clock babysitting thing again? I can help." "We have people rotating through, but no one is up there right now." Jane pointed at the baby monitor. "She's quiet at the moment." "I was really freaked out when she went missing." Melody said, unsure why they were explaining that to Jane. Something in them wanted – or more accurately needed to talk about it. "Ronnie and I were too. So was Gary. I think that's the first time I've seen him angry with Briana." "She did it for me." Melody said, shaking their head. "If she'd gotten hurt..." "It still would have been her fault." Jane said. "I know but..." "Melody, if you want to talk to me about what Briana found, or why she was trying to help you, go ahead. If you can't, then don't beat yourself up for it. We can't always be perfect communicators." Jane smiled fondly. "Ronnie is probably the most adept person I've met at managing emotions and communications and well, she's not perfect." "I wish – there's a lot I want to fix." "Okay. One step at a time. What do you want to do right now?" "I'd like to see Briana. Can I babysit her for a bit?" "Please do. I know she'd love to see you." "I uh – can I turn off the baby monitor while I'm up there?" Melody dug at the carpet with their toe. "I'll take care of her, but I kind of want to hang out and talk too." "Go ahead. I could use a break from carting it around the house with me." "Hey Jane." Melody took a deep breath, girding themself for their next statement. "Thanks for being cool about everything. I mean – that's not what I wanted to say. Um – thanks for watching out for me." "Any time." Jane said warmly. The emotion between them was way too intense. Melody smiled bashfully and scooted to their room to stow their bag. Upstairs at Briana's door, they heard her singing Castle in the Sky, of all things. She sounded happy, despite everything that had happened. A warm glow spread through Melody's chest at their sister's resilience. Joining Briana on the next verse of the song, Melody opened the door. Bri was surprised and near tears to see Melody. Me too, little sister. Melody thought. Me too. ----- Wearing the same diaper from yesterday was not going to be good for their rash, Melody knew. On the other hand, it was better than going to their morning session with Veronica. The third option, that they just change their own diaper, seemed as bad as dealing with Veronica. It was dumb. Melody knew. They'd put diapers on plenty of times on their own. After being diapered by both Veronica and Rosa though, it felt different. Doing it on their own was a lonely feeling. Plus, Jane had done an excellent job on the one Melody was wearing now. Despite being pulled down several times for a shower and using the pot – toilet, the tapes were still holding it fairly snug. Feeling at loose ends, Melody checked their phone. Rosa was still at work, because her supervisor was the kind of sadist that scheduled people for a morning shift following an evening shift. She'd be beat tonight and didn't need to take care of a little one. Melody knew they might be too clingy what with inviting themself over after the Briana-pocalypse. Out of other options, Melody was forced to face their roommates like a regular human in the kitchen over coffee. Veronica was up with Briana, making the downstairs safe for the moment. It was the tail end of breakfast and people were drifting away from the table. Casey was already on a run and Jane couldn't relax until her chores were done. Poor Erin was a legit zombie ever since her residency started. That left just Melody and Suzie relaxing among the leftover rolls turned-french-toast and what was left of the massive turkey omelette. "You got Briana duty today?" Suzie asked. "Not until tomorrow." Melody said. "I'm on for tomorrow night, last time I checked the Google sheet." "I absolutely love that Veronica made a worksheet for it." Melody giggled. "It's pure her." Suzie grinned. "You watched her yesterday, right? She's not pooping in her diapers at the mo', is she?" "No, she's Briana-normal." Melody frowned. "If you don't want to watch her, I can take your shift." "I don't mind, sorry if that sounded bitchy." Suzie said with a shrug. "I just don't want to deal with the poop. It's a lot, you know?" "I get it." Melody said. It was a fair thing to say. They still felt defensive over their sister. She couldn't help where her brain was at. "You back in classes starting Monday?" "Yeah, full speed ahead. How about you?" "Technically we're off, but it's all-hands-on-deck to finish the sets." "You have a performance coming up?" "I always have a performance coming up, but yeah, I'm in a show for the school that comes out just before Christmas break." "Isn't that in like..." "Twenty days and fourteen hours." Suzie said. "What's this, a non-STEM student is busy? I thought you all sat around drinking wine and quoting dead dudes." Suzie lightly kicked Melody's ankle under the table. "That's just the philosophy department. English too." "I'll tell Jane you kicked me." The joke was out before Melody could stop themself. "Oh yeah? Well, she's not my dad." Suzie looked Melody over curiously. "Are you doing the whole Briana thing?" "No! Not the whole thing. I mean, not really any of the thing." Blushing furiously, Melody stared into their coffee. "I'm working with Veronica on some stuff. It's not like – not like Bri." "Nobody is like Bri." Suzie said fondly. "Oh hey, Gare-bear is here." "Gare – oh, Gary? Who let him in? Does he have his own key" "Door's not locked. He's cool to come in on his own." Suzie turned away from Melody and called across the house. "G-Man, there's coffee in the kitchen!" "Hey Suzie, Melody." Gary said, joining them at the table with a cup. "How's our little rug rat today?" "Which one?" Suzie asked slyly, sipping her coffee. It was Melody's turn to kick Suzie under the table, a little harder than they'd meant to. "Oh shiiiii!" Suzie teased. "I'm telling!" "What's going on?" Gary asked. "Nothing!" Melody said, glaring at Suzie. "Gary, you here to babysit or just hang out?" "Babysit. I was supposed to get the whole weekend." He said wistfully. Suzie took a moment from her torment of Melody to check her phone. "Fuck. The roof in the prop room leaked on the costumes. I have to go see if mine is still good." "You're in the Christmas Carol show coming up?" Gary asked. "Who are you playing?" "The Devil's cat familiar." Suzie said. At Gary and Melody's confused looks, she shrugged. "It's student theatre, don't think too hard about it. Anyway, see ya!" The two of them waved as Suzie headed away from the table. In the coffee-focused silence that followed, Melody's diaper crinkled as they shifted in their chair. Gary's ears perked up at the tell-tale sound, but he didn't say anything. Melody winced, then sighed. He couldn't be a bad guy if Briana was so into him, not to mention the rest of the roommates. They cleared their throat softly. "Yeah uh, I'm wearing." "Cool." Gary said. "Like a thing with Veronica or...?" "Ugh," Melody said, in a perfect Mermista impression, if they did say so themself. "There's a lot of backstory. It's Veronica related and other stuff but uh, mostly it's for me, I guess." Gary nodded. "I'd be the last one to judge. I'm dating Briana." "That's kinda why I brought it up." Melody said. "I uh, told my girlfriend about it. But it's like, super new for both of us. Especially her. Do you have like – pro-strats?" "I can share what works for me and Bri." Gary said. "But she's special in that regard. You might have more luck talking to Tamira. She has a thing going on with her boyfriend but it's not a lifestyle thing as far as I know." "I should probably text her anyway." Melody said. "I was kind of short with her when we were looking for Briana." "We were all freaked out." Gary said softly. "Suzie ended up taking my car keys away from me." "You said you were sober that night." Melody said worriedly. "I was. I was also shaking so bad that my truck spun out in the snow." "She's safe now." Melody said, putting a hand on Gary's forearm. "We'll take care of her." "You're damn right we will." Gary said with a grateful smile. "Speaking of, I should get up there. I'm sure I'll get scolded for getting coffee first as it is." "It was nice to get to know you a little." Melody said. "You too." Gary washed his cup out in the sink. "You're important to Briana." Melody sighed happily. "I love that stupid kid." "Me too." Gary chuckled and made his exit. Melody stared at their phone. The phone stared back also into them. Melody groaned at their own joke and opened a text message to Tamira. Melody >> Hi, it's Melody. I wanted to say sorry for being all snarly on Thanksgiving. I was freaking out. The coffee was super good. Melody made a mental note to find out what brand it was. Something super high-end, no doubt. They finished the cup and were considering what video game to play when Tamira responded. Tamira >> Hi! It's okay, I could tell from your voice. I heard you guys found her, but is she doing okay? She's not responding to texts. Melody frowned, replying quickly. Melody >> Nobody told you? She's fine, she's just grounded from her phone. Tamira >> Grounded? I keep forgetting how lifestyle she is. I'm glad she's okay. I tried texting Veronica, but she is FOR REAL mad at me. Melody >> You didn't do anything wrong. Nobody expected her to go all Deus Vult on us. Tamira >> Explain that to Veronica. Like, please actually explain it to her. Melody >> I will. Melody >> Can I ask you something personal? Tamira >> You can ask. I'll answer if I'm cool with it. Melody >> NP if you don't. I just had some questions about you and your boyfriend. I heard that you and he do stuff like what my girlfriend and I do. Melody >> But we're super new to it and she keeps asking if she's doing stuff right. I don't know what to tell her. Melody >> Sorry if this is too much. Tamira >> It's not too much, but it's too much for text. Can we meet up to talk sometime? Melody >> Totes. I'm free today. Tamira >> Today is fine. We could go to a coffee shop, it's neutral but public. You'd be welcome at my place too. 2pm work? Melody >> Your place. 2 works. Address? At quarter to two Melody was hanging out in the doorway of Tamira's dorm. They couldn't believe how sweaty they were acting. The chance for some advice, to smooth things out with Rosa, was a crazy motivator. Melody managed to wait to press the buzzer until nine minutes before the hour. If Tamira thought they were weird for being early, she didn't say anything. The dorm was as nice as a dorm could be, Melody thought. Full one-bedrooms were hard to get. Taking a cup of tea and a seat on the couch, Melody smiled at Tamira. "Thanks for talking to me about this. I know it was kinda out of the blue that I asked." "I don't mind." Tamira said, taking the other end of the couch. "It's good for me too, I don't know a lot of people who do ABDL stuff locally. So are you the caregiver or the ..." "Little one." Melody scrutinized their coffee. "I'm the little one." "Cute." Tamira said with a smile. "I suspected. What's going on with your girl?" "She just recently found out that I wear – diapers." Melody said with some effort. "She's been super cool and understanding, but I can tell she feels like she doesn't know what to do." "You wear them all the time?" "Yeah uh, I'm wearing right now." Melody blushed. "Okay, that's different than me and Arthur in a couple of ways. For one thing, I'm the one that wanted him to wear them, and he doesn't wear them all the time. I feel you on the awkwardness thing though." Tamira set down her tea and scratched her head. "It took us a while to do anything more than talk about it. We started super slow, until Briana came over and accelerated things." "Yeah, she does that." Melody said, chuckling. Tamira grinned. "Doesn't she now? Anyway, not to get all up in your business, but what have you and your girl done so far? Or should I say mommy?" "That's one of the things. She said she doesn't want to be called that. I don't know if it's because she doesn't like the label, or if like, she's uncomfortable with the whole thing." Melody sighed. "She might be uncomfortable, but you said she's been great about it. What stuff has she seemed to like?" "Um, she has uh – diapered me. Changed me. Touched me while I was wearing." Melody stared at their tea, floundering. "I guess some other stuff. Made some rules. Washed my face and stuff at bedtime." "Melody, I know ya'll don't know me well, so feel free to say no. This seems hard for you. Would it be easier if you could be little while we're talking?" "Oh uh, wow." Melody squirmed. "I kinda never have been. Like, a tiny bit with Veronica, and another tiny bit with Rosa. I'm not really sure uh, oh fuck." The teacup was shaking in Melody's hand enough to splash tea on the carpet. Melody managed to get it on the coffee table without too much rattling, then jammed their hands between their knees. "Hey, you're okay." Tamira said in a soft, maternal tone. "I think we should either take a break from this conversation, or you should put your head on my lap and close your eyes." Putting their head on Tamira's lap was an over the top, dumb baby thing to do. Totally ridiculous. Which is why Melody curled up on the couch with their head in Tamira's lap a few seconds after they'd been invited. "Close your eyes little one." Tamira said, stroking Melody's hair. "Shhh, that's a good kid." Melody took a deep shaky breath. It eased the pressure in their chest. Tamira didn't resume the conversation right away. She hummed instead, petting Melody's head. Bit by bit, Melody relaxed. Almost too much at the end they realized, clamping down on their bladder. "That's better." Tamira said softly. "It seems like Rosa isn't the only one who has some discomfort around this." "It's hard to do, but I want it so bad." Melody whispered. "I want her to like me and take care of me. What if I'm too much?" "You aren't too much." Tamira said. "I didn't get to talk to you much at Thanksgiving, but I have eyes. That girl is crazy about you." Melody smiled and snuggled in closer to Tamira. "You jumped right in on being little with me. That could have been less scary with me since you have nothing to lose. I have to say though, if you're like this for Rosa you are going to straight-burst her ovaries." "How did you convince Arthur?" "At first he was just freaked, I thought I was going to have to drop it forever." Tamira said. "We talked. Let it chill if we were feeling weird about it, brought it up later when it seemed okay. You're wearing full time, so taking a break would be harder. The main thing is to just keep talking." "She says she doesn't know what to do, and I know it bothers her." Melody said. "Well, it's hard to help with that since I haven't seen you together that way. What does she do easily and what's harder for her?" Tamira brushed her knuckles across Melody's cheek. "Tell me what Rosa's like when she's your caregiver, little one." "She's really touchy." Melody said happily. "She asks me a lot of stuff, because she wants to understand what it's like for me. I don't always know how to answer though. And uh, she thinks it's hot when I get turned on." The last statement made Melody do a blushy wiggle. "I think that's a great start. You know, when Arthur and I started he had a lot of trouble asking me to do mommy stuff. I thought it was because he didn't like me doing that, but then he jumped into it when Briana was here." Tamira moved her caresses to slow circles on Melody's back. "When we talked after, it was because he didn't want to ask me to do something he wasn't sure I liked. He saw me acting like a mommy with Briana and piggybacked on to that." Melody nodded. "You think maybe Rosa likes to do it more than I think?" "Maybe." Tamira said. "But my point is that she might not feel comfortable asking you to be little. You need to offer stuff like that because it can feel weird to ask the other person at first." "Oh." Melody considered that. Once they'd gotten going, Rosa had been pretty into the caregiver stuff. She hadn't been upset at all when Melody had briefly slipped into little-talk either. "Figuring some stuff out?" Tamira asked. "I think so." Melody said. "If you work it out with Rosa, I'd love to do a double-date sometime. I think it really helps Arthur get into it when he's not the only one. I'm not saying I'd like to get him to Briana's level but..." "You would?" Melody asked. "Would – would he be okay – would he like that?" "I don't know yet. He seems really happy when we do longer sessions though." "How do you ask him? What does he say when you ask him to do it – more?" "Are you asking for communication tips in general or is it because you want to go lifestyle with Rosa?" "I don't know if I want that." Melody said softly. They buried their face in Tamira's lap. "You're already wearing twenty-four seven, right?" "Mmph." Tamira seemed to correctly read Melody's noise as a yes. "Then there's got to be a conversation about what that looks like at some point. Maybe you wear all the time but you're only little sometimes. Or maybe Rosa really wants to take care of you, full time." "It's so much to ask though." Melody said, coming up for air. "I haven't even told her that I love her yet." "Oh, you should tell her that right away. Next time you see her." "What if she doesn't say it back?" "That's okay. She obviously cares about you. She'll say it when she's ready. In the meantime, she'll know that you love her." "You're good at this." Melody said. "The mommy thing." "Thank you." Tamira said happily. "You know why? It's because I love doing it. I really love Arthur, and I love taking care of him. It's not a problem, or a chore. On tough days all I want is to hold my little boy and make sure he has everything he needs." "I want that." Melody said in a shaky voice. "I hope Rosa does too." Tamira said. "It's pretty magical when I can get it to work with Arthur." "Really? I wasn't going to see Rosa tonight because she had to work shifts back-to-back. She'll be super tired." "You should let her make that decision." Tamira said. "One, because she's your girlfriend and you should let her decide things that affect her. Second, because she's your caregiver." "I hope she says yes." Melody said. "I'm sure she'll want to see you at least, even if she isn't up for caregiving." "I should text her right now – hey!" Melody protested as Tamira pulled open the back of her diaper. Worse, she sniffed. Sniffed! "How long have you been in this thing?" "Since yesterday afternoon." Melody said. "But I haven't used it." "Hon, it smells like BO. Let's get you changed." "What? But we're not – not..." "I'm not your mommy or your girlfriend, but I did agree to take care of you for a bit. I am not sending you to your girlfriend in a smelly diaper." Melody squirmed, blushing furiously. "You don't have to be so bashful with me. I've changed Briana out of jeans she had an accident in." "I don't have a spare with me." "I guess you'll just have to wear one of Briana's then. Come on." Tamira got Melody off the couch with much prodding and lead them down the hall to the bathroom. "Briana has diapers here?" "She came over once when she needed a change. Before she met Arthur. I got a box of her size after that. You two are close enough." Melody stopped in surprise at the changing table in Tamira's bathroom. It wasn't all fancy and baby themed like the ones that Veronica had. It was just a massage bench with diapers and other supplies on the shelves for oil and towels. There was a nice blanket on it, with dinosaur print. It was super sweet. "Arthur is lucky." Melody said as Tamira helped her up on the table. "You're working really hard to make this nice for him." "Aw well, that's really nice of you to say." It was Tamira's turn to blush a little. While Tamira was stripping off their jeans, Melody wondered why they were so okay with being changed. Part of it was how many times Veronica had changed them by now and Jane just yesterday. A big part was having been little with Tamira, even if it was just a few minutes. Tamira tossed the diaper and produced one from her stack. It was a Briana diaper all right, bright pink and covered in ponies. Barf. Melody really hoped that Rosa would be up to change them at least so they could get into one of the less girly ones. "I was going to see if you needed a bath, but it looks like most of the smell is in the diaper. Silly kid! It doesn't do much good to shower if you put a sweaty diaper back on." "I have a whole thing going on with Veronica right now and she's the one who usually changes me at home." Melody said. "So, I just wore that one." "A personality conflict with Veronica? What a surprise." Tamira slipped the diaper under Melody and began powdering her. "I'm sorry she's mad at you. I haven't talked to her yet." "I can deal with it, but if you get a chance to put in a good word that'd be nice." Tamira said. "I got plenty of respect for the woman. I get that she's worried about her kid. She needs to take a heart pill though." "She's nice though, really." "I'm not trying to badmouth her." Tamira said, taping Melody up snugly. "I'll chill. Now sit up, this is my favorite part." "Huh?" Melody sat up and was immediately enveloped in a hug. They sighed and rested their head on Tamira's shoulders while she held them close. "Okay, are you going straight to your girlfriend's place?" "Um, I guess I could. She gets home in like ten minutes and I uh, left some diapers there last time I stayed over. Why?" "I need to get you ready, little one." Tamira deftly put Melody back in their jeans and took them to the kitchen. Attempting to protest whatever 'getting them ready' meant got Melody shushed. They waited while Tamira put a peeled orange and some trail mix in containers. Both went into a small bag along with a juice box. "What's all this?" Melody asked. "You said she'd be tired. This way she doesn't have to make you food right away if you get hungry." Tamira put the bag's handle in Melody's hand and closed their fingers over it. "But we might not do ABDL stuff at all today." Melody said. "I know that as much as you do, little one." Tamira said. "But we're going to set things up for the best case, alright?" "Okay." Melody fidgeted until Tamira put their phone in their hand. "Go ahead and let her know you're coming over. I'll get your coat." "I'm going right now?" "I'm not kicking you out, I'm sending you to your actual caregiver." Tamira said. "Do you need me to drive you?" "No, I can do it." Melody blushed profusely, shooting off a quick text to Rosa. The blush didn't fade either, when Tamira insisted on dressing Melody in their coat. "There you go, all set to see your girlfriend. Feel better?" Tamira zipped Melody's coat all the way up. "Yes. Thank you." "You're a darling kid. Tell Rosa to set up a play date with Arthur for you, okay?" "Okay." Melody sank down into the collar of their coat. "See you soon, cutie." ----- It was a weird drive to Rosa's apartment. Not so much because they'd been bundled up and sent out the door like a kid to school, but that was in there too. Rosa had replied excitedly, so it wasn't that they were worried about her mood. It was the distraction of how little Tamira had helped them feel. Melody wanted to be curled up on their girlfriend's lap, not driving some stupid car. Without thinking about it, they took the bag that Tamira had packed for them inside. After getting a big hello-hug from Rosa, they stood by the door of the apartment, clutching the bag with their coat still zipped up. "Earth to Melody, take off your coat and stay for a while." Rosa said. "Oh, sorry." Melody said, taking off the coat. It was a bit of an awkward process since they kept the bag in one hand or the other the whole time. "What's up with the bag?" "It's uh..." Melody hesitated, stuck halfway in their coat. "I went to see Tamira for some advice. She um, packed this for me." "Let me see." Rosa took the bag and grinned when she saw what was inside. "Is she like us?" Rosa asked. Melody trembled a little to hear 'like us' instead of 'like you'. "I mean uh, she does a ABDL thing with her boyfriend." Melody said. "I was asking how they worked it out. Because you have a lot of questions and stuff." "That is so sweet." Rosa said. She took Melody's coat too, hanging it up in the closet. "Are you feeling like you want to play right now?" "I do but I don't want to be a hassle for you." Melody said. "Also, Tamira said I should tell you that – that I like the kid part of the game too. So um, when we play that's something I want to do with you. If you can't play now that's okay." "Little one." Rosa said. She said it with care but firm force too. A mommy-tone that sent tingles into Melody's belly. "Listen to me." Melody bit their lip and watched Rosa attentively. "You realize tonight is a school night, right?" Rosa put her arms around Melody. "You don't have your backpack with you. You're going to have a very early bedtime tonight so you can get up in time for me to get you to Veronica's house and back to school." "I didn't know I was coming here until Tamira and I talked." Melody laid their head on Rosa's shoulder. "Then I'm very glad you talked to her. Veronica is still too busy with Briana to get you ready properly. My roommates will be home later tonight, but they won't bother us in my room. You're going to help me with dinner and then we'll watch something on my tablet in bed, okay?" "Okay Mom – uh, Rosa." Rosa was quiet for a moment, holding Melody. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet but calm. "Say it again. Please. What you were going to say." "Okay Mommy?" Melody ventured. "Oh wow." Rosa shivered. She whispered in Melody's ear. "I liked that." A too-strong emotion pressed outward in Melody's chest. They cuddled close to Rosa and whimpered. "Shh little one. I understand. That was big." The two of them stayed in the embrace until holding their posture made Melody fidget. Rosa drew back and stroked Melody's cheek. "Let me take a look at you. I don't know what kind of babysitting job Tamira does – what the hell is that?!" Rosa exclaimed. She had pulled out the front of Melody's jeans, to see their diaper. "Oh uh, Tamira changed me. Was that not okay? Because uh, Veronica does, and Jane has once and..." "Shh baby, you're fine. I don't mind that she changed you, but what's this diaper? This is horrible, it's all pink and gross." Something clicked in Melody. It went past the big feeling of Rosa wanting to be called Mommy. The world settled into place and felt right. They stared at Rosa in adoration. Their mommy understood. She GOT them. "It's one of Briana's. It's all Tamira had." "What kind of babysitter is she if she doesn't have gender-appropriate diapers? It's irresponsible." Rosa said, grinning. "Too bad you don't have to go now. You could fill this girly thing with pee before we throw it away." "Actually, I kind of do." Melody said. "I didn't go at Tamira's." "She changed you and didn't check if you had to go? ¿Madre de Dios, what's she even doing over there?" Melody giggled. "She was nice, but I like how you do it better." "You bet you do. I might use her as a babysitter sometime, but only if I'm sure she's shaped up a little. Give me your clothes." "Huh?" "Give mommy your clothes, little one. You had some in the washer, but they never got dried and now they're musty. We can wash these ones at the same time, since you're going to have to wear them tomorrow." "Oh, okay." Melody started with their shirt and found Rosa assisting them. Every bit of clothing that came off was a joint effort, leaving Melody in their pink diaper in the living room. "Your roommates aren't going to be home soon, right?" "Two of them aren't home until tomorrow probably. Really late tonight if they make it. The other one has a plane coming in around ten." Rosa gathered up the clothes in a bundle and opened the closet that held the washer-dryer stack. "Have a seat on the couch sweetie. Mommy will change you if you need it after I get this laundry going." "I only kinda have to go." Melody said, sitting obediently. "Well, if you don't that's fine, but I'm leaving you in that pink diaper until you do." Melody pouted and tried to relax their bladder. It happened fast and more than they'd expected. Take that you stupid pink diaper, Melody thought. "That's a big accident for someone who didn't have to go." Rosa said, squishing the padding around Melody's crotch. "Is my little one having trouble telling when they need to go?" The fact that they'd had a legitimate accident, which is why their clothes had been in the wash, made Melody squirm in embarrassment. Rosa leaning over them and squishing their diaper made it ramp up to humiliation. Smoking hot humiliation. "You look embarrassed but you're moaning, baby." Rosa said, rubbing Melody's crotch through the diaper. "No wonder you wear these all the time if you like them so much. It's a good thing Mommy likes it when you wear them." "You do?" Melody managed to ask between moans. "I like it a lot." Rosa said. "I like my horny little diaper baby. You're sexy in those diapers. You're sexy when you're wet and embarrassed and need your mommy." "Oh god." The words came out involuntarily and there were no thoughts behind them or for quite a while afterwards. Later, Melody would remember the burst of pleasure that left a mark on their nerves like a sunburn. They'd have other vague memories too. Rosa straddling them topless, her generous bosom in Melody's face. Kneeling between Rosa's legs and hearing her muffled shouts through the thighs pressed to their ears. Snuggling their naked girlfriend while wearing nothing themself, except a wet diaper. Being changed in the middle of the living room on a smallish changing blanket with the Target tag still on. Dinner prep was a blur too. Melody didn't think they ended up helping much. They only started to feel more aware later, in Rosa's bed, wearing some fuzzy blue pajamas that looked as new as the changing blanket had been. Rosa was in a jogging top and fitted athletic shorts. She picked a bowl of lentils off the tray next to them and brought a spoon of it to Melody's mouth. "Open wide." "Lentils?" Melody made a face and turned away from the spoon. "Yes hon, that's what we made. You were out of it, huh? Come on, open for mommy." "Can't I have some taquitos or something?" Melody vaguely remembered a package of those in Rosa's freezer. "No, you can't. You can eat your lentils or..." Rosa paused to think. "I don't have any formula, but I do have some carrots I can puree in chicken broth." "You wouldn't." "Test me and find out." Rosa said. Reluctantly, Melody opened their mouth. Rosa carefully deposited the lentils in their mouth and prepped another spoon. "What about your dinner?" Melody said through the mouthful of lentils, hoping to slow down the rate they were being fed. The lentils weren't bad, they were good in fact. They were also earthy and not as fun as taquitos would be. "Don't talk with your mouth full, little one." Rosa said, holding the spoon to Melody's lips. Getting corrected instead of their question answered pushed Melody into the little feeling they'd been slowly losing. They opened their mouth, accepting another spoonful. Rosa was skilled, between the two of them they only spilled twice. By the time the bowl was done, Melody wished a bit more had spilled. It was more than they would have eaten on their own. Their tummy was too heavy! Melody spaced out a bit while Rosa ate her own dinner and cleaned things up. They were feeling a bit more awake and alert by the time Rosa finished the dishes and moved on to laundry. Actually, the best word for the feeling was refreshed, Melody thought. They picked up their phone and checked a few things for tomorrow. There was a message from Tamira asking how things went. Melody answered it with a gif of Jonah Hill doing his screaming happy dance. On reflection they decided to send Jane a text letting her know that they'd be staying at Rosa's. Jane sent a thumbs up emoji back. Dork. "Hey babe." Melody beamed up at Rosa when she returned to the bedroom. "Hey. You feeling a little more put together? You went away there for a bit." Rosa said. "Yeah, I feel great. You?" "I'm really happy." Rosa said with a soft smile. "Was – all of that okay? I just went for it and didn't check in with you." "It was amazing." Melody said, nuzzling Rosa as she scooted into the bed. "Was it okay for you? I know it's easy to get carried away when you do something new." "I loved it. I was even a tiny bit disappointed when I saw you all adult again. But just a tiny bit." "I think I could get there again if we watch a kids show." Melody said. "Really?" "Yeah, if you want. Though um, if I get really into it and the lentils kick in um..." Melody searched for the right words. How did Briana say it again? "I uh, might need help with the potty." Melody said with a squirm. "Of course, sweetie, mommy's happy to help." She pulled Melody close and pushed their head down to rest on her cleavage while she fired up the tablet. "Now, what does my little one want to watch? More Steven Universe?" "I want to watch She-Ra." Melody said. "Ooh, can we start on the first episode? I've heard it's good." "You haven't seen it?" Melody's adult reaction matched their little one perfectly. It gave them a big step back into their kid mentality. "No, I haven't." Rosa said, amused. "Is it on Netflix? Oh, here it is. I like the character designs." "That's Catra." Melody said, pointing at the screen. "And that's Mermista. She's really cool." Rosa blinked and giggled. "Oh, is she your favorite?" "No, Catra is." Melody said. "Oh and this is Swiftwind, he's dumb. This is Bow, he's okay for a boy. This is Glimmer, she's the best one after Catra, but only because Mermista doesn't get enough screen time." "Let's get started then." Rosa said. "I have a lot of catching up to do." "I can't believe you haven't watched it." Melody said, rolling their eyes. After only two episodes, Rosa declared it to be bedtime. Melody protested heavily, right up to the point that Rosa smacked them on the butt with a sandal. The bedtime routine was the same as it had been the other night, a timer for tooth brushing, getting their face washed, and being put on the potty. It wasn't as embarrassing this time. Mostly it made Melody feel safe and sleepy. Rosa sleeping naked meant there were a lot of blankets. It got a little stuffy for Melody in their pajamas and diaper. The warmth, along with everything else, got Melody to sleep well before ten. As they were falling asleep Melody's thoughts wandered back through the day. It had been nearly perfect. They wished they could do this tomorrow and every other day too.

The normal routine when I have a accident is to ask my wife to change e. It sometimes happens right after but some of the time she s busy ad I need to wait. Not so comfortable. The demanding way never worked out.

Papa @IslandDaddy made this potty princess into a mommy UwU''?

A few things here, pull-ups are not usually good for an adult sized bladder, they can handle a weeping bladder, not a full wetting. Overnight they work for some as when some sleep, they relax their sphincters and their bladder weeps. This is one of the reasons one does not wake before / during wetting their overnight diapers / pull ups. Wetting while drinking is a common reflex action that toilet trained individuals tend to supress. It seems that in your case, the act of wearign pull-ups / diapers allow that reflex to continue - which means that you are well on your way to revert to the pre toilet trained behaviour of using the diaper when ever there is content in your bladder / bowels. Older babies wet via reflex when drinking, and mess via reflex when eating. Babies don't wake before wetting / messing their diapers due to the older baby handling their need to void by just voiding. A yournger baby with less muscle tone does not even get informed of their need to void as it just leaks out. This type of 'lack of informing' is carried on to the older baby / toddler / pre- toilet trained child. What is happening with your bladder / bowel control is your body is reverting to the pre toilet trained behaviour i.e. when your bladder and/or bowels have content in them, you are releasing same into your diapers. This is a pre programed behaviour you were taught within the first few weeks after birth - relax and sate the need and fuss / inform another of it. As I stated, pull ups are not good enough for this. Although you do not want messy diapers, as a baby/child who wore diapers, you never made the difference - you just used the diapers when ever you needed... and this is what your body is reverting to. To keep control of your bowels and loose bladder control will need you to do either A or B A: Revert to full loss of control (what you already know) and then train to gain bowel control. B: Train to loose bladder control only.... this is a lot more difficult as it requires learning a new behaviour rather than reverting to what is already known. Most ABs that wish bladder loss only try 'B' and get frustrated as this is a new 'adult' behaviour rather than a baby behaviour. As a result, there is little link between your actual babyhood and only wetting diapers, which may not sate the 'AB' drive you have. It also means that you have to make a firm decision in what type of AB you wish to be. Will your 'mental drive' be sated by one or more of the following:- Baby type clothes Baby food Baby behaviour Diaper wearing Diaper usage Baby mind - ie the removal of responsibility for actions other (not listed) As it is our 'mental drive' is what is driving some of us to diapers etc, and it needs to be sated, what sates it is not our choice. It is similar to being thirsty, one can try to sate thirst by eating bread etc to no avail... but the only thing that sates thirst is liquid (water etc). Our AB side is only sated by one or more of the behaviours listed. Most of us do not 'examing' deeply what sates our AB drive - and just attempt to 'regress' hoping to sate the need. Sigmund Freud warns us not to attempt to analyse this too deeply as we may not be able to cope with the actual answer, and with the answer removes some of the drive and therefore, the ability to sate the need. I suggest that you focus on 'A', reverting to the pre toilet trained behaviour and enjoy that behaviour. Althout you state that you have a high 'gag' reflex as the reason you do not want messy diapers, I would suspect that the high gag reflex is triggered by someone elses mess rather than your own. Also, a decent shower can clean one up completely from a messy accident, so it is nothing to really be scared off.

I describe it as the color they paint the walls in mental institutions to keep the patients calm.

Maling coffee while waiting for my little wife and gurls to wake up.

I've never even thought about it but I think it's a great idea! Imagine sitting around the room watching a little tear open the packages. Especially if you're the little. :)

Chapter 55: The High Priest Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess “Wait... isn’t that...” I asked out loud. “The High Priest... the one who locked the Goddesses away...” Rose answered, backing away slowly from the fountain. “You! You’re the ones they created... you’re the ones they got to release them...” The High Priest snarled as he crept closer and closer to us. Every step he took made my heart beat faster. “What’s he talking about...? How exactly did we kill these people? Wait, does he mean Freya and Ophelia did?” Charlie asked. “What did Freya and Ophelia do?” Rose took a step forward in a risky move, confronting the frail-looking High Priest. “You... they... they killed them all!” He yelled. Something felt off about him, I could feel it. I didn’t need any magical aura-seeing powers like Noelle and Rose to know something was off about this creep. “They wouldn’t do such a thing.” Rose replied. “Their love for each other destroyed everything. They murdered everyone!” He spoke with such... ferocity... such... anger... “They wouldn’t kill anyone... would they?” Alex asked, looking around for answers from our group. “Maybe they got free? I mean... we only know what they’ve told us through the memories...” I asked. I didn’t believe a word of what this ‘High Priest’ was saying, but I couldn’t help but question the belief we had regarding the innocence of our creators. Especially not after seeing the devastation we had witnessed walking through the streets of Aenonnos. “No... they wouldn’t... but... I mean if they had imprisoned Noelle like that... they wouldn’t be safe from me...” Rose said, with complete certainty that made me scared for anyone who would get between her and her girlfriend. But then again... even without magic, Alex is scary when people threaten me. I think all the Freya variations have a protective ‘Momma bear’ thing going on... even sweet Charlie. “See... I...” “SILENCE!” The High Priest shouted, clutching his staff with both hands and planting it firmly in the ground with a loud crash. Shadows started erupting from the base of his staff, slowly spreading their way across the ground like tentacles creeping their way towards us. The sky darkened as the old man was enshrouded by a similar void that was coming out of his staff. The shadows reached our feet, similar to how the tide comes in on the beach. But this didn’t feel wet at all, it just felt... empty. It felt... draining. I felt all the fight drain out of me as I froze still, unable to move a muscle. “I... I can’t move...” Rose grunted. “I can’t either... I can’t cast... anything...” Noelle said, trying her hardest to move her hand. ‘Wait... what? We can’t fight back? How the hell are we going to...’ The darkness had spread under every single one of us, even stopping Evie in her tracks. “You will come with me. I need to show our Goddesses just what happens when they try to fight back...” The old man’s groaning voice called out. Another stomp of his staff on the ground and the shadows around us erupted upwards, making everything go dark. I awoke moments later, on my knees, in front of the image that had been burned into my mind ever since I witnessed it in the vision. Watching the Goddesses get pushed underneath the Elder’s elevated podiums in their black prison cubes would forever be stuck in my memories... and now I stared at the seats that once occupied the Elders that doomed Freya and Ophelia to an eternity of solitude. I say once occupied... because all that sat in those grand seats right now were bodies. Empty, lifeless husks, similar to the people lay in the streets outside. As I looked to my side, I saw Evie, Alex and our sisters in the same position I was in, on our knees, hands spread to our sides, being held in place by a shadowy force. We were all bound, unable to move. Something felt... odd. Not bad odd... but not exactly good odd either. Just... odd. Like... something within me was gathering. But I brushed it off, figuring it must be something to do with his spell. “You... you killed them all... didn’t you?” Rose spoke up. “Ah... awake are we? Good, I want to see you scream...” The High Priest turned to look at us, with the biggest, creepiest grin plastered on his face. “You killed them!” “So?” “Why? I thought they were against the Goddesses? Why did you kill them all?” “At first, sure, they were just as outraged and disgusted by the Goddesses as I was. They were satisfied when we locked the Goddesses away forever... but then...” “But then they changed... didn’t they?” Rose interrupted him. “They started feeling sympathy for the Goddesses... they started feeling... lo... love...” The High Priest had the same look on his face as I do when I have to eat veggies. “And that disgusted you, didn’t it?” “THEY TURNED AGAINST OUR WAY OF LIVING! THEY HAD TO BE ELIMINATED!” He screamed. “And the other Elders?” “When the public were calling for the Goddesses to be released, especially after society started suffering because of their absence... the others... the other Elders started talking about releasing them. About releasing the Goddesses...” “So you eliminated them too?” “I DID WHAT WAS NEEDED TO BE DONE!” “He’s gone insane...” Morgan commented. The High Priest sneered at Morgan before turning around to the Elder’s podiums. “These jewels you obtained... these memories... they would release the Goddesses, correct?” He asked, not even turning back around to face us. We all kept quiet. “I thought so. Well I must thank you, before I kill you all.” “Thank us?” Rose asked. “I may have taken the Goddesses’ power that we siphoned off, used it against the Elders and the people... but despite all that power... there was still no way to open a portal to other worlds.” “And?” “And you have given me the coordinates and a way to connect to worlds they have visited... worlds they have infected... worlds that need... cleansing.” “Wait... no... you don’t mean...” “Yes. I will wipe out every last trace of the Goddesses. I may not be able to kill them, but I can certainly remove them from everywhere they infected.” “And when you say wipe out...?” “Let me show you...” The High Priest placed the memory jewels we had obtained on the altar between us and him. ‘He must have taken them off us when he transported us here, whilst we were unconscious.’ I thought to myself as I watched him twitch and jitter. Taking one of the jewels, he looked at it before looking at Faith. “You... this is from your world, correct? Whilst it has the same signature as our world... it has traces of yours. I can tell... just looking at you, you give off the same aura.” “Wait... what are you going to do to our world?” Morgan shouted. “I’ll cleanse it of any trace of the Goddesses, of course!” He laughed maniacally. ‘Dude has totally lost the plot... can he... can he really destroy a whole world?’ Holding the jewel in his hand, he closed his eyes and concentrated. “Ah... yes... I can focus now... I can breach the veil between worlds... finally!” He cried out, thrusting his arm out, the one holding the ruby jewel. A blue portal appeared a few inches above the altar. But unlike the portals Noelle and Rose had opened... this was twisted. The edges weaved about and flickered, seeming unstable. Instead of the beautiful azure blue portals that our sisters created, this was a murky, disgusting blue... as if it was corrupted. And instead of a shimmering puddle... it showed a vision. A vision of Faith’s Earth. “NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” Faith screamed. “I’ll fucking kill you...” Morgan snarled, trying to pull against her shadowy bonds with all her might. Not even her augmented arm was strong enough to break them. “You are powerless against me. I am a God now. I will remove the impure blight of the Goddesses from all reality.” The High Priest stepped up to the portal, looking through, waiting. I looked into the portal window. It was Earth. Faith’s Earth. You could see the neon lights in the skyline, the shore surrounding the floating city, the art deco skyscrapers... It was definitely Faith’s Earth. And with his other hand, the High Priest thrust forward, sending a spell out of his hand and directly into the portal. It must have been extremely powerful, because even I felt the ripple it created through reality, the force pushing against my body even from this distance. “What... what have you done...?” Rose asked. You could see the hope drain from her face as she just watched in horror as the spell flew through the sky on Faith’s Earth, directly for the planet. “I... have started with this world. I will go through these jewels one by one, finding the dimension they originated from, and destroy them all, until there is no trace of the Goddesses left. You will watch as I destroy everything that was tainted by them, and then when I am done, I will bring out the Goddesses just so they can watch you die.” “YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!” Faith screamed, tears and spit becoming projectiles as she roared at our captor. “YOU’LL KILL EVERYONE!” “A necessary price to pay to cleanse reality...” I watched as the spell crashed into the ocean and everything suddenly stood still... ‘Maybe it didn’t wor...’ A thunderous roar filled the sky on the other side of the portal. The seas became rough suddenly. The sky darkened. Lightning struck the tallest skyscraper in the distance. The spell was working alright... and if we didn’t find a way to stop it... everyone living in that dimension would die. Then he’d move on to each of our dimensions until there was nothing left. I went through my memories, trying to think of anything that I read recently that could potentially stop this, but I couldn’t think of anything. Not that it would do much use, I wouldn’t be able to do anything with that book. But maybe Rose or Noelle could... if there was anything that would actually help... which there wasn’t. “Watch as the Goddesses’ corruption is wiped from existence!” He cried out. “I know I swore I never would... I know where it can lead... but... here goes...” Rose looked down. She looked worried... ‘What is she doing...? Why does she look so sad...?’ Rose... started whistling. “What’s she...?” I began to ask. “Rose... no... please! No... You said you wouldn’t!” Noelle cried out, cutting me off. Rose stopped and looked at Noelle, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry babygirl, but we said only under extreme circumstances. And I’d say this calls for it.” She continued whistling once again. Looking at the High Priest, his twitches worsened and he quickly covered his ears. “NO! I can tell what you’re trying to do... it won’t work! I won’t let it! AHHH!” He cried out in pain. Her whistling continued. The more she did it, the more irate the High Priest became. “What’s she doing?” I asked Noelle. “My affinities are emotions and light. Her affinities are nature... and her siren ability.” “Siren ability?” “The old tale... wait, you mean she can...?” Alex must have figured it out already, I still wasn’t sure what was going on. The High Priest flailed about in frustration, trying to cover his ears from the whistling. “She can use her voice to soothe... to anger... to control... or to kill...” Noelle explained. “AHHHHH GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU WITCH!” He screamed, clutching his head, trying to make the sound stop. Rose’s whistling was doing something to him. It was working! “AHHHHH!” He could take no more, he had to stop it, but he couldn’t concentrate enough with the pain in his skull to cast anything, to direct anything at Rose to stop her. So in one last desperate act, he grabbed his staff and thrust it onto the ground, causing shadows to erupt beneath him, transporting him elsewhere, out of the hall and out of range of Rose’s siren song. And as soon as he disappeared in a wave of shadow, the shadowy bonds that held us in place dissipated and we were free once more. Rose clutched her throat and started crying, so Noelle dashed over, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her tightly. “What’s up?” Charlie asked as she rose to her feet. “She... doesn’t use this power...” Noelle replied. “Why not? It seems like it could be pretty powerful. It would have been handy to have had it on our previous adventures...” Alex said, not impressed that Rose had been hiding this game-changing ability. “Because... having that power... it corrupts you. It’s one thing to calm people, to sing lullabies to make me fall asleep, or to help people with it... but it’s another to use it to hurt or control people. It tears away at your soul. She hasn’t used it since...” “Since Isabella...” Rose spoke up, tears streaming down her face. You could hear the pain in her voice. “What happened with Isabella? She’s the council member that attacked you and died first, right?” Alex asked. “I made her incinerate her own heart...” “Oh... shit.” “Yeah, so that’s why she doesn’t use it. You don’t know what that kind of power does to a person. The consequences... aren’t worth it.” Noelle hugged Rose tighter as her girlfriend cried. “I had to... we have to... save Faith’s world...” Rose said, climbing to her feet, wiping away her tears. “How do we stop it?” I asked. “I... have no idea.” She said, as we all turned to see the calamity unfolding on the other side of the portal. ========================================================== And now the adventure gets serious... Also I loved all the theories. But we needed a big bad. ? Haven't read my new story, Regression Echo? Go read the first few chapters! It's posted here! Link below! 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Thank you for the feedback. I'm building Michelle's character mostly through her dialogue and actions while staying a little coy with her motive because Mark (the unnamed narrator) doesn't know her motives yet. The title gives away the ending, but I'm hoping the journey will be worth it. As for the pacing: they are both over 50, and the narrator is closer to sixty. They are both trying to find out if this is what they want for the rest of their lives, and at an age where once they figure out what they want for the rest of their lives- they want the rest of their lives to begin as soon possible. Couples who get together in '50s tend move fast. Unfortunately, I do agree that I might have rushed a couple of events in the story. I've tried to write versions of this story a couple of times, and sometimes I get bogged down in mundane details. I don't think I rushed the initial diaper change, nor did I rush the shaving of the pubic hair. I don't intend this to be soft-level porn, so there won't be detailed descriptions of her breast, and that's all he has seen so far. I also want to thread that line between getting enough detail while understanding that I have to be efficient with my writing. Writing fiction is cathartic, which is why I do it, but it's emotionally draining. At night I can respond to post late night, but I can write fiction in the mornings or afternoons. I try to write after work, and my brain won't give me a voice. Since my job takes so much of my time from M to F, and I can't write when i get home- I really can only work on this on the weekends. I want to work my way to the conclusion before I lose my inner-voice (or muse- if you want to call it that). Thank you. The next part is the biggest part. It's the part where the narrator moves from 75% adult to 10% adult. It's already drafted, and Grammarly has given the thumbs up- but I need to run it through the read-aloud to get a feel of how it flows. That doesn't take long, so I think I can do that on Saturday.

With the prank pulled Max and Megan are dragged before the Prinicipal's office for a dressing down. Despite threats the twins are sure they won't be in any trouble... But maybe they shouldn't be so cocky. --- If you like what you read and would like to support me by helping me to pay for my groceries and mortgage please feel fre to check out my Patreon. Patrons get early access to all my stories for just $5 a month and for $10 you get to read everything I've written AND get access to 41 PATREON EXCLUSIVE STORIES! Every patron is very appreciated and allows me to keep writing as much as I do https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- --- Max and Mandy --- “How dare you!?” Principal Cross was sat behind a desk. She was fuming, “Who in the HELL do you think you are!?” Max and Megan had sauntered off stage nearly paralyzed from laughter after they had watched Joey run away. They saw the shocked faces of people staring and could hear the crowd erupt with noise. There was a lot of laughter but also people just talking loudly. There was only one topic of conversation, the prank had gone exactly as the twins had planned. No one would forget what happened. The twins had been grabbed by a couple of teachers who looked like they were barely containing their anger and dragged down the hallway to an office that was clearly serving as the control centre for the prom. Max and Megan were pushed through the doorway where they found Principal Cross sitting down and looking furious. Principal Cross was a diminutive woman with sharp features. She was wearing a nice dress, though Megan was pleased to see it looked cheaper than her own, and was fully made up. She had spent most of the evening chaperoning and everything had been running smoothly until just a couple of minutes previously. “Relax.” Max said. He shrugged off the hand that had been pulling him and he dropped into the chair, “It was just a prank.” “You’ve gone too far.” Miss. Cross’s fists were balled up. “I don’t know about that.” Megan smirked and sat down in the chair next to her brother, “I don’t think we went far enough.” “You just humiliated that poor boy!” Miss. Cross stood up suddenly and nearly knocked her chair over, “This is the sort of thing that scars a psyche, not just some harmless prank.” “He’ll be fine.” Megan waved a hand dismissively, “School’s over.” “I can still expel you.” Miss. Cross replied, “I can refuse those letters of recommendation you need for college. I can mark your record…” “I think everyone in this room knows you’re not going to do that.” Max chuckled as he put his feet up on the desk. The room fell silent. Everyone looked at each other as the situation sunk in. Max and Megan were by far the most relaxed people in the room. They could see the principal looking at the other teachers who were still in the room, presumably in case things got physical. Megan smiled and nodded her head a little as she saw the principal’s anger turning to frustration and defat. Everyone present knew that if Miss. Cross followed through on her threats she would find herself out of a job and most likely wouldn’t be able to get another one in the state. The bullies’ family was just that powerful. Miss. Cross sat back in her seat looking like she wanted to kill the twins but was powerless to even give them an official reprimand. “Well, if that’s everything we’ll just be going.” Max started to stand when the door to the office suddenly flew open. “Mandy?” Principal Cross frowned slightly as Joey’s older sister entered, “I thought you would’ve left. Is Jo-” “You cannot let these… people get away with this.” Mandy was a little out of breath. She practically spat the word “people” out. “Mandy, I know you are angry but…” Miss. Cross started. “That’s not good enough!” Mandy slammed the desk, “My little brother is in tears in the car because he has just been humiliated!” Max and Megan snorted with laughter. Clearly the idea that Joey was suffering brought them immense satisfaction. Megan looked positively bored by the situation as if these were necessary formalities following her fun. “I understand.” Miss. Cross said as she shot a look of loathing at the twins, “But my hands are tied.” “Bullshit!” Mandy exclaimed, “I know how this family operates. I know what these two have threatened but are you really going to sit there and let them do whatever they want just to protect your job? Are you really going to let them make you their bitch? Where’s the line? Would you cover for them killing another student?” Max looked from the practically snarling older sister of Joey to the principal who looked taken aback by the outburst. Whilst Megan still seemed unconcerned and was checking her nails Max started to feel nervous that maybe they had crossed a line after all. He’d never seen anyone this angry at one of his pranks. “I… I…” Miss. Cross stuttered and shifted awkwardly in her seat. “How about if I threaten you?” Mandy asked, “How about I sue the school for failing to take action to protect my brother?” That got Megan’s attention. She looked from the sister to the principal and wondered what was going to happen next. Whenever they had got out of trouble it had been because they had always had the leverage. Joey’s sister looked crazy enough that she might actually follow through on this threat. “I’m going to call my mother.” Megan said suddenly. She looked pointedly at the principal, “We’ll see what people say then.” Megan left the room and Max followed leaving a very flustered Miss. Cross. Megan took a few steps away from the room before pulling out her phone and dialling her mom. She explained that there had been a harmless prank and now she and Max were being threatened. Megan smiled as her mother said she would be right there. “Do you think we went too far?” Max asked quietly when the phone was back in Megan’s pocket. “Pfft, no.” Megan shrugged to try and project a lack of concern she didn’t really feel, “Mom will smooth it out. She always does.” The twins waited in the corridor until their mother arrived. Jane strode in to the lobby with a look of grim determination. She saw her offspring waiting for her and walked over. Megan started immediately launching into an explanation of what had happened. “It was a harmless prank!” Megan emphasized, “Yeah, it was a little embarrassing for Joey but nothing too bad.” “What did you do?” Jane asked. “We pulled some guy’s pants down.” Max took up the story, “That’s all.” “If that’s all that happened why am I being called up to bail you two out?” Jane asked. “Because this boy’s sister is mental.” Max replied. As they reached the door to the room with the principal Megan took a deep breath. If necessary she would have to put on an emotional performance though she was certain her mom would get them out of trouble just like every other time. When the door swung open it revealed an icy atmosphere inside. Max watched his mom look around at the assembled people before taking a seat opposite the principal. Max stood next to his sister to the right of the principal’s temporary desk and opposite Mandy who didn’t look like she had calmed down at all. “What’s this all about?” Jane asked impatiently, “You know I’m a busy woman.” “Mrs. Andrews, Max and Megan…” Principal Cross went on to explain everything that had happened including the parts the twins had conveniently left out. “It was on stage?” Jane asked tersely. She directed her question to Megan. “Well… Yes.” Megan conceded. “And what was this about a… diaper?” Jane turned back to the principal. “Joey is incontinent.” Mandy spoke up for the first time since Jane had walked into the room, “A problem he has had since childhood though how the twins knew about it I don’t know…” The last sentence from Mandy was very pointed. Even Max could tell she was subtly and indirectly accusing the twins of seeing records that should’ve been hidden. Jane held the woman’s gaze for a few seconds before turning away. A lifetime of business deals had made her poker face very strong. “I’m sorry to hear that.” Jane finally said, “It seems like a prank that will be forgotten in a week.” “Forgotten!?” Mandy exclaimed so loudly everyone in the room jumped, “My brother will not be forgetting what happened tonight ever! He’s just been humiliated in front of everyone he knows!” “Mrs. Andrews…” The principal was trying to bring the conversation to a less tense level. An effort entirely wasted thanks to her next sentence, “This is very serious and in light of the other disciplinary issues and the threat of a lawsuit I’m afraid I’m going to have to expel Max and Mandy.” Megan’s heart was racing and as she looked at her mother she felt she could read every thought going through her mind. She may have remained unmoved physically but Jane had long planned for both the twins to go to college, the places were ready and waiting regardless of grades. The only thing that could stop them being admitted was disciplinary issues which top colleges wouldn’t tolerate. “I see.” Jane said simply. Megan’s eyes grew wide. She had expected her mother to show some authority and yet here she was sitting quietly as all her plans were ruined. Megan started trembling and looked at Max who seemed equally shocked even if he was less interested in college. Max looked back to his sister with a look that suggested he was very angry, he had certainly asked her many times if they were going too far. “You can’t let them do that!” Megan finally said desperately. “Maybe you should’ve thought about the consequences before you acted.” Mandy angrily shot at the twins, “Oh look, here come the crocodile tears. No crying for my traumatized brother but the waterworks burst when it’s bad for you.” Megan indeed was crying. It was a last resort. She had to stir her mom into action and gain some sympathy before it was too late and her future was taken away from her. She looked up at her mother desperately and tried to seem as helpless as possible. She wanted to rouse her mom’s protective instincts. “Would it be possible for us to have a word alone?” Jane asked, “Principal Cross and…” “Mandy Matheson.” Joey’s sister said. “Mandy.” Jane nodded her head, “I know what my kids have done is terrible but may I suggest an alternate course of action. If you disagree with me then I will allow the principal to expel them without any backlash.” Max was looking around the room as if the shock of everything had rendered him incapable of being anything but an observer. He didn’t realise how much he was looking forward to college until it was dangled in front of him. Mandy was ready with a pair of scissors to cut the thread and end any chance at further education. “OK.” Mandy finally said, “But I need to call Joey and tell him I’ll be out soon. This better be good.” “I think you’ll find my idea appropriate.” Jane replied with a small smile, “Max, Mandy, could you please leave the room whilst I talk to the adults.” Megan thought it a strange turn of phrase. The twins were adults as well and yet their mom was treating them like they were young teens again. She didn’t want to wait around and overthink things though. She left the room with Max and let the door close behind her. “I told you it was too much!” Max hissed as soon as the door was closed fully. “We’ll be OK.” Megan was rubbing the tears that now caused her mascara to run, “Mom will get us out of it. She always does.” Max and Megan were left waiting outside the door for a long time. They couldn’t hear anything happening in the makeshift office no matter how hard they strained to listen. They heard the prom end and the building practically empty but there was still no word from inside the room. They both ended up slumped against the wall on the floor. It was like waiting for a loved one to come out of surgery, they could do nothing but wait and be anxious. It felt like at least an hour had passed before the door suddenly opened. The twins were left equally surprised when they heard a little bit of laughter. It was Mandy who left the room first, she looked a lot more relaxed than she had earlier. When she saw Max and Megan on the floor she paused. Her look was inscrutable. Miss. Cross stepped out next. She puffed out her cheeks and looked exhausted. Megan thought she looked like she had come out of a negotiation between two warring leaders rather than the guardians of two students. Jane was the last person to leave the small room and her face betrayed nothing of what had happened. She looked down at her twins and gestured for them to follow her back to the car. It was only when they were out of the building that she spoke. “If you’ve got any plans this summer…” Jane said as she opened her car door, “Cancel them.”

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Mallory lay on the bed, basking in the afterglow. She loved the way the satin sheets felt against her naked skin. She loved the way Robert’s dick had felt inside her. She rolled over to face the bathroom, watching her lover as he cleaned himself up. He was still naked, and even twelve years her senior he still had a fantastic body. He caught her staring in the mirror and smiled at her. “I have a job for you.” “Whatever you need. As soon as we get back to the office—” “No, not at the office. I have a more personal job for you.” Mallory’s heart rate increased, her fingers gripping the sheets. “Oh?” He started getting dressed, stepping into his boxers. “I’m going to need to hire a nanny. I thought of you first.” At this her heart skipped a beat. She found it easier to sleep with her boss if she knew as little about his family as possible, but to her knowledge he didn’t have any kids. It was possible his wife was pregnant, but she felt like she would have known about that. So many questions raced through her mind, but the only one that came out when she opened her mouth was “When?” He watched her in the mirror as he finished buttoning up his shirt and tying his tie. “Come over on Friday for an interview.” “An interview?” “It’s mostly a formality, but Helen will need to meet you, obviously.” She gulped. Helen. The wife. His wife. “Will that be a problem?” She shook her head as she tried to get saliva back in her suddenly very dry mouth. “No, sir.” “Good. I’ll see you back at the office.” He always left first. They didn’t want to be seen leaving and arriving back at work together. In a daze, she got up and started getting cleaned up and dressed herself. Sleeping with the boss was one thing. She had fantasies that he’d leave his wife and marry her, but she knew that it was a very unlikely scenario. But asking her to work for him, not just in the office, but at his house was something else entirely. What did that even entail? He’d said nanny, did that mean she’d have to quit her current job? She was only an assistant, with her only real perk being that she was sleeping with her boss. If he wanted her to quit so she could be his live-in nanny, she’d find it hard to say no. She was in a fog the whole rest of the week. He didn’t mention it again, but that was nothing new. At work he was always nothing but professional, and their extracurricular activities were kept well hidden from the rest of the office. All she received was a message from his second phone, with an address and a time. It was exactly how he summoned her to the hotel rooms where they conducted their torrid affair. But this time it wasn’t a nice hotel room a few blocks from the office. This was his house. The giddy excitement coursing through her warred with the trepidation she felt every time she remembered that his house also meant his wife. Helen. She’d picked up her name in passing overhearing a conversation and had filed it away. That and the pictures of the gorgeous blonde woman in the photos on his desk were all she knew about Mrs. Hamlin. She looked in the picture to be in her mid thirties, and practically oozed class and sophistication. Mallory was intimidated already, but she swallowed that down. She agonized over what to wear, wanting to look attractive for Robert but not so much that she’d make his older wife feel threatened. She needed to look professional for an interview, but also convey she’d be fun with a kid. She settled on a red dress and black cardigan, and at the last minute swapped out the matching heels she really wanted to wear for more appropriate flats. Even after several attempts at her makeup, she kept checking it in the rearview mirror the whole drive over, concerned she’d still gone overboard on her mascara, but when she pulled into the driveway, she knew she’d just have to commit to it. Robert always complimented her lashes, and if his wife didn’t like them, so be it. His house was even nicer than she expected. Apprehension plagued her every step up the long sidewalk to the front door, where she was torn between the brass doorknocker and the doorbell. She must have stood there for a full minute without touching either before the door opened anyways, revealing Robert. “Hello.” She had only ever seen him in his tailored suits or completely naked, and the man in khakis and a sweater greeting her at the door came as a shock. “Hello,” she stammered back. He hadn’t given her any sort of protocol on whether she should pretend to know him or not, so she had no clue what to say next. “Come on in.” He held the door wide for her, and she stepped inside. “Were you waiting long?” “No, I just got here.” She felt like she had when she first started working for him. Self-conscious and giddy and more than a little bit horny for this powerful man. “You look nice.” It was the type of small, innocuous compliment he’d pay her at work. One that usually preceded a midday rendezvous in a hotel. “Thank you.” She could feel herself blushing. “Let me introduce you to my wife.” Mallory’s heart beat faster in her chest. “Helen?” He called upstairs. Moments later she appeared at the top of the stairs. “Yes Robert— oh, I didn’t realize we had company.” “Come down here.” Mallory wanted to run. His wife was dressed casually in jeans and a long sleeve T-shirt, but she seemed to glide down the stairs with an effortless grace. Mallory was easily ten years younger than this woman, but she felt like her youth wasn’t helping her measure up to her lover’s wife. And if she was pregnant, she wasn’t showing at all. “Helen, this is Mallory. Mallory, this is my wife, Helen.” Mallory nodded mutely. Helen extended her hand, and the younger girl shook it, keenly aware of just how clammy her hand was at that moment. “A pleasure,” Helen said, giving her husband a look that was very plainly asking what this girl was doing in her house. “I’m interested in hiring Mallory.” “Oh Robert, you know I’m not interested in your business,” she said dismissively. “No, not at work. Here.” Helen’s entire body language changed. She stood up straighter, her arms across her chest, and her brow furrowed. “She’s not the one you’re...” she trailed off, unable to complete her question, but the daggers she was glaring at Mallory out of the corner of her eye while she looked up at her husband said everything. Robert only nodded. “How dare you bring her here.” Helen turned, stepping back onto the stairs, but her husband grabbed her shoulder, preventing her from going. “How dare I, Helen?” Helen froze, her back still to them. Mallory wanted to back away and leave. There was clearly a dynamic in place she wasn’t privy to, and the uncomfortable tension that had rushed into the room was palpable. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Helen didn’t respond. Robert’s grip on her shoulder visibly tightened, and with one hand he pulled her back off that first step and turned her around. “I’m sorry.” Her lips were quivering ever so faintly when she turned to face them. “It was my money you used, even if you did try to hide it,” he said, not letting go of her shoulder. “It was a mistake. Please, don’t make me wear the belt again,” she said. “Oh, we’re beyond that.” Mallory did find the courage to take a step back. “This seems like a personal matter. Perhaps I should go?” Robert turned to her. “Nonsense, I asked you here for a job. One I think you’ll be great at.” “Please, can’t we discuss this privately?” Helen begged. “No.” His flat tone left no room for argument. “Let’s go upstairs.” He let go of her shoulder, and gestured towards the stairs. Helen attempted to compose herself before turning and starting up the stairs. “I don’t want to intrude,” Mallory made one last effort to excuse herself. “My wife and I have an open relationship. The only way that works is if there are boundaries. And boundaries only work if there are consequences for crossing those boundaries.” Mallory watched Helen slow down as she ascended the stairs, still not looking back but clearly listening. “While I may not always agree with the choices she makes in who she whores around with, I allow it, just as she allows me to sleep with you.” Mallory’s blood ran cold, even though she was fully aware that Helen already knew, hearing it out loud made it real. “But when she lets some slob fuck her bareback and gets knocked up, and then uses my money to pay for her abortion, well, as you can imagine, that boundary was well and truly crossed.” Helen had stopped moving on the second to last step, just standing with their back to them, her head bowed low. Mallory’s own confusion continued to grow. The knocked up part had made sense, only to for that clarity to be dashed with the next startling relaxation about her boss’s very complicated relationship with his wife. “I’m sorry,” Helen said again, her voice barely audible. Robert ignored her. “After you.” He gestured to the stairs for Mallory. Wordlessly she followed, allowing herself to be guided upstairs. “To the guest bedroom,” Robert directed. Helen reached it first, and stood frozen in the doorway when Mallory hesitated a few feet behind, not wanting things to get any more uncomfortable. She’d started out feeling nervous and intimidated by this woman, but now something akin to pity was running through her system. Robert’s firm hand on the small of her back ushered her forward, until she was right behind Helen, and could see into the room. The “guest bedroom” was in fact a nursery. Pastel pink wallpaper and thick white carpeting surround the room, complete with a crib, changing table and rocking horse. Helen looked back at Robert. “What is this?” “This is your nursery. You see, since I earn all the money, I can spend it without you knowing about. I made some renovations.” “Please. Put me in the chastity belt again. I’ll do whatever you want.” “I know you will. And we won’t need that uncomfortable chastity belt this time. Not even the trash who usually get their dicks wet in your snatch will want to fuck you in your diapers.” He gently but forcefully pushed both women into the nursery, and closed the door behind them. “Sir, please,” she begged. He picked something up off of a shelf and shoved it into his wife’s mouth. Mallory was surprised to see it was an oversized pink pacifier. “Hush. Little girls should be seen and not heard.” “Plleeph,” she mumbled around the infantile silencer, but she didn’t dare spit it out, even as her husband grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her bra exposed. That quickly followed, and she was topless. She seemed to notice Mallory again for the first time since coming upstairs, and attempted to cover her breasts, which were larger than the younger woman’s but had the downside of an extra decade’s worth of gravity pulling on them. “Babies don’t need to be self conscious,” Robert said, moving behind her and pulling her arms down to her sides. He looked over his wife’s shoulder, locking eyes with Mallory. “Your new nanny is going to be seeing every inch of you.” Helen squirmed under Mallory’s gaze. Mallory’s eyes darted between Robert’s and his humiliated wife’s as it finally dawned on her what exactly she was there for. He hadn’t been lying about wanting to hire her to be a nanny. She’d just been very wrong about who she’d be nannying for. His wife had screwed up, and he’d come up with a very creative means of punishing her. He wanted his mistress to help him treat his wife like a baby. A grin slowly spread across Mallory’s lips. And he wanted to pay her to do it. Her smile widened. Robert reached down and started unbuttoning Helen’s jeans. She smacked his hands away and spit out the pacifier. “No!” Robert’s eyes never left Mallory’s as he grabbed Helen’s wrists. “No?” he asked. “Is our arrangement not to your liking?” Helen squirmed, trying to pull her arms free, but there was no escaping her husband’s grip. She huffed but didn’t articulate a response to his question. “Have I been unfair to you?” he asked. Again words seemed to fail the woman. She looked at Mallory. Her gaze was beseeching help, aid from a fellow woman who understood what it was like to be under the thumb of a powerful man. “Would you like to help me get her properly dressed?” Robert asked. Helen’s eyes widened. So much was communicated through her deep green eyes. Female solidarity, women empowerment, just someone who was in trouble asking another human for some common decency. “I’d love to,” Mallory said, stepping forward and easily unzipping Helen’s jeans. “Stop! Don’t!” Helen cried. “Here, hold her arms for a moment.” Robert handed his wife’s wrists to Mallory. Helen fought, but the younger woman was able to hold her helpless while her husband grabbed another pacifier, this one with a matching pink leather strap on it. He forced it into his protesting wife’s mouth and strapped it tightly around her head. “Hhpppnnmpph dmmmp!” she cried into her new gag. “Much better,” Robert said, swinging her arms around theatrically above her head. Mallory ignored the pleading look Helen was giving her while she moaned incoherently around the new pacifier strapped into her mouth. She grabbed her rival’s jeans and tugged them down her legs, and despite Helen’s kicking and struggling, she pulled them down around her ankles. “Keep going,” Robert encouraged while she grabbed his wife’s panties and tugged them down her flailing thighs, baring her pussy to all. “Mmmph nnnph!” Helen cried, squeezing her legs together, but she couldn’t hide the neatly trimmed landing strip of dark hair between her legs. “That’s going to have to go. You’ve lost the privilege of having big girl hair down there.” Mallory felt a sick thrill run down her spine as she watched this woman squirm helplessly under her gaze. She reached between Helen’s legs, running her fingers through her bush. “You’re going to have to be baby smooth,” she said. She wasn’t expecting Helen to kick out, her foot striking Mallory’s shin hard. “Ow! Fuck!” Robert moved swiftly, spinning Helen around and bending her over the changing table, her bare bottom presented for the spanking he quickly delivered. “That was very naughty,” he said, driving home each syllable with a hard slap to his wife’s ass. “You don’t kick your new nanny.” Helen wailed and blubbered muffled apologies through her pacifier, squirming and thrashing but Robert easily held her in place while he disciplined her. “You’re going to have to punish her when she acts out,” he told Mallory. She nodded, rubbing her bruised shin. She could do that. “I’m sure I can think of plenty of creative punishments for a naughty brat.” “Are you going to behave while we get you ready for your first diaper?” he asked. Helen nodded, looking back over her shoulder. Mallory could see that she was crying, her eyes bloodshot and her cheeks wet with tears. Mallory felt a twinge of pity again, but she quickly pushed the feeling down. She had no desire to risk a punishment like the one she was helping to administer, and expressing pity for her rival was surely a quick way to disappoint Robert. He picked up his wife in his strong arms and laid her down on her back on the changing table. Leather cuffs were attached to the corners, and Helen didn’t resist while she was strapped down. The spanking seemed to have knocked all the fight out of her. She stared up at the ceiling, as if trying to ignore what was about to happen to her. Robert grabbed a pair of scissors, a razor, a can of shaving cream, and a washcloth. “If you’re good I’ll allow you to grow it back out when your punishment is over,” he told her as he started to trim her pubes. “If you’re not, I’ll make you get laser hair removal so you can never grow big girl hair again, and anyone who fucks you will know what a child you are.” Helen whimpered into her pacifier. Mallory edged closer until she was standing over her new charge, watching as she was stripped of that symbol of her adulthood. She squeezed her legs together as Robert spread Helen’s. Having such control and superiority over the other woman was igniting a desire in her that was new and intriguing. She sidled around to the top corner of the table, leaning forward. The corner was just the right height for her, the padded edge just the right fit for her to press her clit against. She grabbed Helen’s cheeks, gripping the straps of her gag as she leaned over the helpless woman. “Look at me, baby,” she said. Helen’s eye flicked up to meet hers. “I’m going to take good care of you.” A shiver of excitement pulsed through her, and she leaned harder against the corner. “I’ll feed you and bath you and change your diapers. I’ll play with you, and I’ll put you to bed early in your crib there. And while you’re lying there helpless in your crib, wetting your diapers and sucking on your pacifier, I’m going to go to bed with your husband.” She hadn’t asked Robert if their arrangement extended that far, but a quick glance at him while he was shaving his wife’s pussy, at the approving smile on his face, she knew that she’d made the right call. “You brought this on yourself,” Robert said, wiping away the last of the shaving cream from her now bald crotch. Mallory lifted her head, forcing her to look down at her smooth pussy. “I think this is going to be very good for you.” She shook her head, moaning into her gag. “Would you like to diaper her?” Mallory nodded. “Absolutely.” She patted Helen’s cheek before swapping places with Robert. She knelt and perused the selection of diapers, finally selecting a pink one with little cartoon animals on it. “Are you ready for your diaper, baby girl?” Helen refused to answer, the last modicum of resistance she could put up in her current state. Mallory grinned. She unfolded the diaper, rubbing the smooth, crinkly plastic up Helen’s bare legs. “Are you going to try and kick me again?” she asked as she reached for the cuffs around her ankles. Again Helen didn’t acknowledge her. Mallory tickled her bare soles. Helen kicked and squirmed against the restraints, biting hard on the rubber nipple stuffed in her mouth, trying to stay silent. “Are you going to be a good girl for me while I put you in your diaper?” Mallory asked, now going at her feet with both hands. Helen couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head and squealing into her pacifier, “Yephhh! Plleephh stmpph!” “Good girl.” Mallory undid the cuffs and spread Helen’s legs wide. She placed the open diaper between her legs. “Lift your cute little baby bottom up for me.” When Helen didn’t immediately comply, Mallory gave her a sharp slap on the side of her thigh. “Do you need another spanking?” Helen’s butt shot up off the table. Mallory loved the control she had over the other woman. She slid the diaper under her, and then pushed her gently back down. “Good baby.” The new babysitter found a bottle of baby powder and sprinkled it generously over Helen’s bare pussy. “Gotta make sure you have plenty of powder.” “Mmmph.” Helen squirmed as Mallory rubbed the powder in. “Gotta get every inch.” She imagined rubbing her own pussy, which was absolutely demanding attention. She touched the helpless woman under her like she wanted to touch herself. She made her helpless rival squirm and moan, spreading her lips and teasing her clit. “Do you like that, baby girl?” Helen shook her head, but her desperate moans said otherwise. “Yes you do.” She wanted to make Helen as desperate as she was, and then tape her up in a diaper and leave her all tied up while she fucked the pathetic slut’s husband. “You like being a helpless baby. It’s much more fitting for you. And you don’t have to worry about Robert. He’s much better off with a real woman.” Helen shrieked, trying to close her legs, but Mallory was already done with her. She pulled the thick diaper up between her legs and taped it snugly in place. She considered moving her to the crib, but she wanted attention right then, so she just strapped Helen’s ankles back down, leaving her securely bound to the changing table. Her eyes flicked up to Robert, who had taken a few steps back and was watching, a pleased smile on his face. “I can check on the baby later,” Mallory said. Robert nodded. He extended a hand to his new nanny. “She’ll be here when we’re done.” Mallory took his hand and let him pull her into his arms. She looked back over her shoulder at the infantilized woman bound on the table. She winked at her and blew her a kiss. “I’ll be back for you soon, baby girl.” She looked up at Robert. “But not too soon, I hope.” “No, not too soon.” He kissed her. He’d kissed her before, but never like this. It felt like a charge went straight from his lips to hers, all the way down to her core. She gave one last look over her shoulder at Helen, saving a mental picture of her rival laid low, and let him lead her to the master bedroom. She was going to like this new job.

I'm reposting my 3 comments going back as far as 2019. You need to do all you can to protect a hotel's bedding and mattress from your sleep wetting. Telling them ahead of time that you wet the bed and wear diapers is doing it to get your jollies by letting people know you wear diapers. Accidents can happen, but won't if you do the decent thing and take all precautions including better quality diapers, booster pads, waterproof pants and disposable bed pads to insure the bedding and mattress won't get any leaks on them. If you don't feel that way or care about other people's property, then I hope every guest and visitor to your home shits on your couch and pisses on your carpets.

The end of an era. RIP your Majesty. Maly.

Great idea! @NorthShoreAdam Here are the next 2 colors I would love to buy!

IV “There’s Not Enough Therapy In The World To Fix This” “Experiment log number one twenty six,” Jeremiah said into the homemade cell phone he’d cooked up the previous Summer, “I heard mom talking to dad about me last night.” he said, leaving out the part about the recording device he’d planted in their room a few months earlier, one of at least fifty throughout the house. “Mom thinks I’m a fucking nerd and worries that I’m gonna shoot up my school or something.” he continued, sighing heavily, “I don’t understand how I’m so much fucking smarter than the rest of my family and why they’re weirded out by me because of it.” he explained. The lab Jeremiah was currently in was in his tree house, the one his dad had started and then left partly done so that Jeremiah had to put in extra time on his side hustle of changing classmates grades for money to hire day laborers to finish the job to his specifications. The tree house more closely resembled a lair, powered by a generator he’d modified to run silently and without fuel and housed all of his various gadgets and gizmos he’d created over the years. Leaning back in his chair and running his hand through his nearly shoulder length chestnut hair to get it out of his eyes, he smiled, “I did catch dad spanking her though, so that was fucked up.” he said. The truth was that it was his father’s way of punishing his mother that had started this particular experiment. His mother always assumed he wasn’t paying attention because he was fiddling with something or had his nose in a book, but what she didn’t realize was that he didn’t need to really pay attention in the moment because he had eyes and ears all around the house to see what no one wanted him to. To date, he’d seen all of Beckah’s friends at least partially naked and learned that Beckah had had two pregnancy scares this year, he’d learned that dad had a list of women he’d slept with longer than the tree Jeremiah currently occupied and his mother was unaware of any of them, near as Jeremiah could tell, and he learned that Molly’s state of development was due to his mother holding her back, but the juiciest of all the things he’d learned was that his father handled his mother like a parent would a child behind closed doors. His mother often chose the main bedroom and nighttime to whine and complain to his father about things she was unhappy with or that she felt he wasn’t showing enough concern about, and inevitably, his father would tell her to stop and when she didn’t, he’d grab her and haul her over his lap to spank her until she was a blubbering, disgraceful example of a mature mother of three. His father had taught him that women weren’t in charge, they were just waiting for a man to tell them what to do, and while he didn’t think that was entirely correct, he had to admit that his mother often seemed more like an older sibling than a parent when it came to her behavior and attitude. She would bicker with Beckah, treat Molly like a doll she could play with, look down on her nerdy son like a popular girl at school, and submit to her husband like he was her father. “The hypothesis with this experiment is that once Molly and mom switch minds, Molly will prove that she can mature at a normal rate without mom holding her back, probably more so if my theory about their former minds altering to accommodate the new body is correct.” he explained, getting himself back on track, “At the same time, while Molly will rapidly mature, mom will more than likely rapidly regress, the speed of these changes remains to be seen, but I’d think that the damage mom has done to Molly’s development will probably accelerate the shift greatly.” he continued, basking in the feeling of being a genius and how interesting and funny his experiment would be if it actually worked. ********* “Experiment log number one thirty,” he began, “Holy fucking shit, it worked!” he exclaimed, “I watched the recordings this morning and my mom is in my baby sister’s body and Molly is in mom’s and it’s too fucking funny!” he added, laughing for the hundredth time since he watched the footage. “Everyone in the house knows what’s happening, but they think it’s because of some jenky fortune telling machine or something, which just proves how stupid they all really are.” he continued, “Dad woke up to a wet bed and poor Molly having a meltdown that he was yelling at her, but then everything came out and dad basically told mom she’d have to pretend to be Molly so I didn’t find out, but then he went and bought adult diapers for Molly to wear like I’d buy some half assed story about mom having a mental break or something.” he scoffed. He looked at the various little squares on his monitor, each a room in the house and clicked on Beckah’s room, his older sister laying on her bed texting while holding a bottle as his now baby mother lay there nursing it, his laughter breaking out again. “Okay, so this is what I’ve been talking about, Beckah respects mom so little that she’s absolutely fine treating her like more of a baby than she did Molly.” he said, “Shit, even Molly could manage a sippy cup.” he added with a snort of laughter. He clicked over to his mother’s room to watch her standing in front of the full length mirror naked, turning from side to side as she made displeased comments about her weight and fitness, remarking that she’d have to start taking walks or jogs to get rid of the baby weight her mother had done little to get rid of. “And a literal toddler is taking more initiative to get healthy and fit than my mother ever did.” Jeremiah remarked, “This switch is obviously a success and probably long overdue to help every be where they probably should be.” he explained as he clicked back over to Beckah’s room, “But would Beckah be as inclined to better mom’s body if she suddenly had a fatter ass and no prospects for sex?” he wondered aloud. “Jeremiah!” his mother’s voice called out. He sighed and saved everything before heading back to the house. ********* “What’s up, mom?” he asked. His mother smiled at him, now dressed and packing his lunch, “Your sister is going to take you to school this morning, okay?” she informed him. He inwardly rolled his eyes, “Can’t I just stay home today?” he asked. His mother shook her head, “Sorry, bud, school is where you’re destined to be today.” she said with a smile as she handed his lunch to him, “Beckah, can you bring Molly out with you when you come to take-” she started to call out only to see Beckah carrying Molly, the toddler jangling the car keys and giggling. “I just gave her a bottle, so she’s good until lunch, but I’ll be back before then.” Beckah explained. Their mother smiled and waved a hand dismissively as she took Molly from Beckah and handed the older girl the car keys, “No rush, I’ve got everything under control.” she said. Goodbyes were exchanged, cheeks were kissed, and Beckah and Jeremiah left the house. ********* Have you noticed mom acting differently?” he asked in the car, trying to give his sister a chance to come clean about the situation and not treat him like she usually did. Beckah hesitated and shrugged after a moment, “Different how?” she asked, playing ignorant. He smirked at the concept of his sister thinking she had to pretend to be ignorant, “I mean, like she’s suddenly a good cook and making lunch for me instead of just handing me money.” he said. Beckah stopped at the stop sign on the corner, “I wouldn’t think to much about it, squirt, grownups are weird sometimes.” she said, choosing to talk down to him and use the nickname for him she knew he hated. “Don’t call me that.” he warned. Beckah chuckled and started driving again, “Are you still embarrassed about it?” she asked, “God, that was like a million years ago.” she added. It hadn’t been a million years ago, and the fact that she still thought to call him ‘squirt’ proved it was still right near the front of her mind, “What if I had a nickname for you because of something embarrassing that happened?” he asked. Beckah turned and reached out and tussled his hair, “Silly squirt, I’m not an embarrassment like you.” she teased, not realizing how mean she was actually being. Jeremiah decided in that moment that he’d fold Beckah into his experiment and see just how funny she thought it was to wake up to a middle aged body rather than her young fit one. ********** Back at the house, Molly was getting dressed in some athletic wear she’d found in the closet of the main bedroom and getting the stroller out to put her mother in, packing a diaper bag for the trip and deciding, as she looked on her phone, that the park a few blocks away would be a good spot to go to to get some fresh air and exercise for both her and her mother. Hannah fussed when she was put into the stroller, but that was quickly quelled with her pacifier, the woman within had been fretting about going outside the house, but her mind was far less focused than it would be if she were in her former body, and the rhythmic sucking of the pacifier made her quickly forget why she was upset to begin with. Molly locked the front door behind her and started pushing the stroller, beginning a jog when she reached the sidewalk. Her breasts bouncing with every motion was distracting and uncomfortable, but she knew that there’d be downsides to her new body, though she wouldn’t call her breasts a downside outside of running with them. By the time they reached the park, she was sweating and breathing heavily, years of her mother’s inactivity becoming very apparent as she knelt down to unbuckle Molly from her stroller and carry her to the swings to place her in one of the one’s meant for babies. As she lightly pushed her mother on the swings, she ignored the pressure in her bladder, the high giggles of the little girl filling her with a maternal happiness of her own, one that she wasn’t keen on ending quite so quickly. When the warm tickling sensation began down her inner thigh, Molly assumed it was sweat, until she remembered that she’d had to pee and now didn’t so much have to pee and hurriedly plucked Molly from the baby swing and back to the stroller as she blushingly noticed several parents snickering and pointing at her as they talked to themselves from benches or other play equipment. ********* By the time she got home and got Molly into her crib and had a shower, Beckah was back from taking Jeremiah to school. “It’s not like you’ve never wet yourself.” Beckah had said as she watched her mother dry off after listening to the story of the morning’s accident. Molly scowled at Beckah, “That was different and you know it.” she said defensively. “Are you feeling like you’re slipping back to being regular Molly?” Beckah asked. Molly shook her head, “No, that’s the thing, I feel like a woman, strong and independent, but then I go a piss myself and now I’m wondering if I actually am those things.” she explained. Beckah rose from the bed and hugged her mother, rubbing the woman’s naked back, “Why don’t we get you into a diaper just in case and you can just take it off when you need to go to the bathroom.” she offered. Molly pulled away, scoffing derisively at Beckah, “You have no idea how awful a suggestion that is, do you?” she asked. “What if I suggested you wear a diaper?” she asked. Beckah blushed but recovered, “I was just trying to help.” she said sincerely. Molly sighed, “I know, but going backwards is not something I want.” she said as she sat down on the bed. Beckah knelt in front of her mother and took her chin in her hand to lift it so she was looking at her, “You’re my sister, Molly, I’m here to help you in any way I can, okay?” she said. Molly nodded softly, “I don’t know that I want you to be my sister anymore though.” she said, “I like being the mom, I like being looked up to and needed.” she explained. “You’ll be gone to college soon and Jeremiah is completely self sufficient and in his own world half the time, your dad barely looks at me now that I’m his wife, and that just leaves Molly.” she said, shuddering softly at the mention of being her father’s wife. Beckah leaned in and kissed her mother’s cheek, “I think that you need to relax and not take on mom’s stresses just because you’re in her body.” she said, “I also think that I’m technically the oldest person in this room and I’m not interested in cleaning up puddles if you have another accident.” she said, her tone becoming more firm and authoritative as she gently pushed Molly onto her back on the bed. “Beckah, no!” Molly argued, yelping when Beckah quickly slapped her inner thigh. “Either you can accept my help and let me get you into a diaper just in case, or I can spank you and do it anyway.” Beckah warned. The four year old part of her dreaded a spanking despite that part of her being merely a sliver inside her new mature body, but the sliver won out and she lay silent while Beckah diapered her, her cheeks burning as she willed herself not to cry. ********* Molly sulked, resenting the padding around her waist as she sat at the table waiting for Beckah to bring her breakfast. “I still don’t understand why you won’t let me make my own breakfast.” she whined. Beckah turned and smiled at her, “Because you had a stressful morning and I’m a better cook than you!” she teased. Molly looked over at her former body in the highchair, bib tied around her neck waiting the same as her for her breakfast. “I thought you said she didn’t need breakfast because she’d had a bottle.” Molly commented. Beckah flipped the pancakes, “She’s a growing girl, isn’t she?” she cooed in babytalk to the girl in the highchair. “Mowwy big giwl!” the toddler burbled excitedly. Molly looked down at her diaper and poked it disapprovingly, the feelings of being a big girl draining from her the longer she sat with an exposed diaper on. “Why can’t I have pants?” she asked. Beckah sighed, “The only pants that would fit over your diaper are in the wash, now stop whining before I give you a pacifier to keep you quiet.” she warned as she plated the pancakes and brought the stack over to the table. Molly glared at Beckah, “I’m not a baby.” she grumbled. “Then act like it.” Beckah retorted as she speared two pancakes and delivered them to Molly’s plate before cutting up another for the girl in the highchair. Breakfast was a quiet affair, the baby ate messily with her hands and Molly and Beckah took turns looking at the other when their attention was elsewhere, Molly trying to figure out whether her sister was trying to unseat her as the head of the family, and Beckah wondering if she needed to prepare herself for a backslide in maturity from Molly. “Help me with the dishes and then we’ll try the potty, okay?” Beckah said as she gathered up some plates from the table and went to the sink. Molly grumbled and gathered the remaining dishes, “I know when I need the toilet.” she said indignantly, placing emphasis on the word ‘toilet’ to let Beckah know she didn’t want it to be referred to as the ‘potty’. “Try for me anyway?” Beckah requested as she rinsed the dishes in the sink and set them into the dishwasher. Molly sighed, “Fine, if it’ll make you happy.” she said, rolling her eyes as she went to get the baby from the highchair. “Ah ah ah,” Beckah chided, “bathroom first, madame.” she said as she slipped past Molly and scooped the toddler up from her highchair. Molly grumbled and blushed, but complied with the request, rustling with each step as she made her way to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she turned and walked the few steps to the toilet and froze, a feeling of intense fear nestling into the pit of her stomach as she looked down at the toilet. Beside the toilet was the little pink training potty, and when she spied it the fear left her, simple rationalization told her that the less scary option was the best, so she bent and picked up the little potty and set it in the middle of the bathroom. Beckah finished changing the baby and picked her up, poking her head out of the nursery to see if Molly was in the living room, finding it empty, she headed down the hall to the bathroom and found the door closed, so she knocked softly on it, “Moll, you okay?” she asked, waiting for a response that didn’t come, so she grabbed the knob and turned it to open the door and poke her head in, a smile spreading across her face at what she saw. Molly had made it onto the potty, though she’d chosen the actual potty rather than the toilet for some reason, and had neglected to remove her diaper before perching on the pink potty to do her business. She was humming to herself and tapping her bare feet on the tile floor when Beckah walked in and leaned against the counter smiling down at her. The sight of her mother on a too small for her adult frame potty, yellowed diaper smushed up from being unable to fit inside the bowl of the potty was almost too funny for her not to laugh, but she knew that Molly was struggling like she had at the park, so she maintained her composure, “Did you make it to the potty, sweetie?” she asked. Molly nodded, “Did a poopy!” she proudly declared. Beckah had hoped that smell was merely the remnants of the diaper she’d just changed in her nostrils, but now she knew better, “Did you forget something?” she asked. Molly looked puzzled for a moment and chewed her bottom lip as she thought. Shifting the toddler to her other hip, Beckah knelt down and gently prodded the squishy center of her mother’s diaper, “You forgot to take your diaper off, silly.” she playfully chided. As if lightning had struck her, Molly suddenly came back to her senses and stood up quickly, her diaper having wedged itself into the potty leaving the little plastic object stuck there as she turned away from Beckah in embarrassment. Nothing could stop Beckah from laughing at the sight of her mother in a wet and messy diaper, with a training potty stuck to her ass, and she set the baby down as she held her sides and wiped the tears from her eyes as she cackled madly. “Shut up!” Molly screamed, “It’s not funny!” she added, her eyes filling with tears as she reached back and slapped the potty off her butt, sending it clattering to the floor. Beckah regained her composure, “Lighten up!” she said as she wiped her eyes one last time, “It was hilarious and had it not happened to you you’d agree and laugh it up with me.” she pointed out. Molly folded her arms across her chest and pouted, “Look, just let me go change, this diaper feels awful.” she grumbled. Beckah shook her head, “I’m not letting you try and change yourself.” she said, raching out to take the woman’s hand. Molly recoiled, “It’s fine, I’m fine now.” she said, moving to pass by Beckah only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder. “I said ‘no’, and I meant it.” Beckah firmly stated. Molly batted Beckah’s hand from her shoulder and started to leave the bathroom only to feel Beckah’s fingers pinch her ear and twist firmly enough to make her bend in that direction to alleviate the sudden pain, “What the fuck, Beckah?!” she howled. With her mother in tow by the ear and a giggling toddler following behind, Beckah headed to the nursery and pushed her mother against the changing table, “Stay right there while I go get another diaper.” she commanded. Beckah’s gaze sent a dribble of fear pee into her already wet diaper as she nodded meekly and rubbed her throbbing ear. “Baby!” the toddler exclaimed as she pointed up at her. Molly scowled, “Shut up, mom.” she hissed under her breath. When Beckah returned she silently laid out a changing mat in the middle of the room and patted it, “Down here.” she commanded, followed by a much more forceful, “Now, young lady.” when Molly made no move to comply. As gingerly as possible, she got down onto the mat, wincing as her mess pressed against her bottom. “You know,” Beckah said as she started ripping the tapes of the diaper, “I actually had a few dreams like this.” she continued as she opened the diaper and began cleaning the mess inside. “Mom would always act like such a jealous brat to me, resentful of the fact that she wasn’t young anymore and that I didn’t think she was cool.” she explained as she continued wiping, “I dreamed about putting her in her place, spanking her like dad did and then bringing her in here and putting her in a diaper and then into the crib with Molly since she loved her little doll so much.” she said as the used diaper was balled up and deposited into the diaper pail. “Beckah, I-” Molly started to say. Beckah shook her head and grabbed Molly’s wrist and forced the woman to suck her thumb, “A grownup is talking.” she said dismissively. Molly blushed and made no attempt to remove her thumb from her mouth. “In my dream, mom would cry and whine and argue that she wasn’t a baby and that I couldn’t treat her that way, but as soon as I started spanking she was pleading and begging me to stop, kicking her legs uselessly until I was done and then I diapered her without any issue.” Beckah continued. “Roll over onto your stomach.” she commanded. Molly swallowed hard and reluctantly complied, gasping as a sudden sharp swat bit her backside. “Who’s in charge?” Beckah asked, raining open palms down on her mother’s behind in rapid succession. “You!” Molly wailed around her thumb, her legs kicking futilely under the weight of Beckah straddling them. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on and listen to me?” Beckah asked between cracks of her hand on her mother’s ever pinkening behind. “Yes!” Molly blubbered. Something primal inside of Beckah was unleashed, a pent up aggression and resentment that had simmered for longer than she realized, a need to establish herself as the dominant female in the house, as the mature woman of the home, as, “Say, ‘I’ll be a good girl, Mommy!” she demanded. The toddler behind them watched in amazement, her mind adult enough to recognize the spanking she was witnessing was meant for her and a feeling of overwhelming anxiety that her eldest daughter could have, whenever she’d wanted, removed her adult status and altered the dynamic of their relationship permanently if she so desired. “I’ll be a good girl, Mommy, please stop!” Molly begged. Beckah stopped and felt a pleasant tingle run through her body, the sheer magnitude of the catharsis she felt in that moment as she looked down at her mother’s red backside and listened to her pitiful sobs as she slurped her thumb for comfort. She scooted back to allow her mother’s legs to be free and reached for the soothing cream she’d brought, gently applying it to the woman’s rear as she basked in her victory. “Shh, there there, baby, Mommy will make it all better.” she heard herself whispering. Molly docilely allowed Beckah to roll her over and finish diapering her and found herself grateful that she was pulled up onto Beckah’s crossed legs to be hugged and gently rocked as she let out the last of her pitiful sobs and sniffles. Leaning her mother back, Beckah looked into her eyes as she wiped her tears and snotty nose with the woman’s shirt before removing it and her bra, “It’s a little warm for clothes at nap time.” she commented. Molly allowed Beckah to slip out from beneath her and took her offered hand to be helped to her feet and led to the crib, the bed now looking impossibly small to her in her new body, but, Beckah kindly instructed her to curl up in a fetal position and that allowed her to fit well enough that Beckah smiled at her as she undressed the toddler and lay her beside Molly before tucking them both in beneath the blankets and bringing up the side. Beckah fetched two pacifiers and returned to deposit them in her charges mouths as she turned on the mobile above and smiled down at them, “Have a good nap, babies, Mommy will come and check on you in a little bit.” she softly cooed before leaving the room to attend to an intense throbbing between her thighs. ********* Sleep came surprisingly quickly for the pair in the crib, and dreams followed closely behind. Hannah dreamed she was her old self again, shuttling the kids and being a good wife to her husband, but as she shopped in the grocery store of her dream, she heard thundering footfalls behind her and turned to see a large pair of knees that she had to crane her neck to see who was attached to them. “There you are!” Beckah declared as she looked down at her mother. Beckah’s voice sent a tingle down her spine as she felt unsteady on her feet as she looked up and felt herself tumble backward, landing, somehow, in the seat of the shopping cart, her eyes now even with Beckah’s breasts that strained against the tight fabric of her t-shirt. “Alright, let me just check my list to make sure I’ve got everything.” Beckah said aloud to herself as she pulled out her phone and scrolled through the list she’d made. Hannah looked down at her bare feet and the frilly pink dress she hadn’t been wearing when the dream had started and wiggled her bottom to confirm the higher elevation she was experiencing was due to the massive diaper beneath her dress. “Looks like all that’s left is diapers!” Beckah chirped as she put her phone away and began pushing the cart forward. Hannah squirmed futilely and cursed the small strap around her waist for being beyond her ability to decipher its intricacies. The diaper aisle filled her nostrils, the sweet and innocent smell of powder combined with the brightly colored packages and boxes they passed by making her feel smaller than she had a moment ago. “Let’s see,” Beckah said as she looked from side to side at the various brands, “ah, here we go!” she exclaimed as she bent down and picked up a box that was impossibly large, too big to exist in reality and far too heavy it would seem for Beckah to lift, “One lifetime supply of extra thick adult baby diapers!” she declared. Hannah felt her diaper warm and gain a weight in the seat at hearing the word ‘lifetime’, but everything was changing around her, disorienting her further until she was forced to close her eyes as everything spun and blurred. “C’mon, baby, it’s time for nummy’s.” Beckah cooed softly in her ears. Opening her eyes, she saw Beckah’s smiling face and then saw the breast and engorged nipple with a bead of milk on the tip her daughter was holding in her hand and guiding toward her lips, she wanted to push away and run, but the nipple touched her lips and the milk touched her tongue and her fight was gone, her mind dissolving into nothing more than infantile mush as she filled her belly and basked in Mommy’s love. Molly’s dream began with her also being back in her old body, but she quickly found herself being dragged by her mother to a classroom full of far older students that jeered and taunted her for being a ‘stupid baby’. The door to the classroom exploded inward a moment later, silencing the room, and as the dust settled, Beckah stood there with her foot still extended. “Hey, go away, she needs to go to school!” their mother shouted, one hand on her hip and the other wagging at her daughter to scold her. Beckah marched forward and picked their mother up, tucking her beneath one arm backward so the woman was facing the door she’d just come through as she held her other hand out to Molly, “Come home, baby, you’ve got a new Mommy now.” she said with a tender smile. “You’re not the Mommy, I’m the Mommy!” their mother whined as she kicked her legs uselessly and pounded her fists on her daughter’s butt. Beckah brought her open palm down on the seat of their mother’s pants in one swift motion, the crack from the impact was like thunder and shook the room and blew out all the classroom windows and knocked all the kids over in their desks. Molly giggled as her mother’s pants began to darken as she wet them and began to wail as she slumped, defeated in Beckah’s grasp. Molly reached out and took Beckah’s hand, “I love you, Mommy!” she exclaimed as Beckah led her out of the room and a rainbow stretched across the sky and rained down candy on the world. ********* After nap time, Beckah got her charges into dry diapers and dressed, “We need to go get Jeremiah from school.” she explained when Molly asked why they were getting dressed to go out. “But won’t he find out about the switch?” Molly asked as Beckah knelt in front of her to tie her shoes for her. Beckah smiled up at her, “Sweetie, regardless of what happens with you and mom switching back, I’m not going back to the way things were.” she said. “Jeremiah will be the first outside of us to learn that I’m in charge now, and when Daddy gets home tonight I’ll fill him in and we’ll just see if anything changes.” she explained. “Beckah, you can’t-” the toddler started to argue before her pacifier was placed into her mouth and she was picked up and set on her eldest daughter’s hip. “I’d go back to the baby talk if I were you, mom, it’ll probably make this less humiliating for you.” Beckah said as she gently bounced the woman on her hip and reached out to take Molly’s hand. In the car, Hannah sucked her pacifier in her carseat while Molly sulked beside her. “Hey, why the long face, kiddo?” Beckah asked as she looked at her in the mirror. Molly remained silent, opting to scavenge the diaper bag at her feet for a pacifier to suck on rather than respond. Beckah pulled the car into the pick up station and waited for Jeremiah to get in. Not being an actor did little to dampen Jeremiah’s performance as he took notice of his mother sucking a pacifier in the backseat, her stretch pants straining to contain the bulk of the diaper beneath, “What the Hell is going on?!” he exclaimed as he looked at Beckah in surprise. The car ride home was spent filling Jeremiah in on everything that had happened since the switch, and he pretended to be clueless about it and listened to his sister brag about how handily she’d brought their mother to heel, though the fact that their mother’s body was currently inhabited by a four year old was lost on her. “So what, you’re mom now?” he asked when she’d finally stopped talking. Beckah looked back at the pair behind them in the mirror, “I mean, I’m the only one not in diapers and sucking a pacifier.” she pointed out. “I’m not calling you ‘mom’.” he informed her. She smirked, “That’s fine, squirt,” she teased, “I’m sure you’ll come around once you see how much better things are with me in charge.” she added. He scoffed, “Yeah, like dad isn’t going to have a problem with all of this.” he snorted. Beckah pulled into the driveway and put the car into park, “Daddy will see how effective a parent I am and allow me to handle the girls any way I see fit.” she smugly stated. “Wanna bet?” Jeremiah asked. She nodded, “If I win, you have to call me mom until they switch back.” she said, her grin proving she was too proud of herself for her own good. He nodded, “Fine, but when I win, I get your room.” he said. She snorted, “Our rooms are the same size, squirt.” she pointed out. He smiled, “I know, but I get both of them and you share the nursery with Molly, or mom, or whoever is in there.” he said. She hesitated, looking back at the two girls before she stuck out her hand for him to shake, “Deal!” she said confidently. ********* The conversation with her father went precisely as she’d expected it to, especially when she ensured that she was giving the toddler her night bottle while her mother sat at her feet nursing her own bottle, the pair in just diapers and t-shirts to illustrate how truly dependent they were on her for their care. “I’m not happy with you telling your brother.” her father said as he looked down at his wife and then at the toddler he knew she was in their daughter’s arms, “That said, you obviously have both of them under control, and Lord knows I can’t be around to handle all of this.” he said with a sigh. Beckah beamed, “Just to make everything crystal clear for the little one’s,” she said, shooting a side eyed glance at her brother before patting her mother’s head, “I’m in charge when you’re not home?” she asked. Her father cleared his throat and nodded, “You’re a better mother in just a day then Hannah was in her whole life.” he said coldly. Beckah looked down at the toddler in her arms and was relieved to see she was already asleep and hadn’t heard the slight against her. “Put both of them in the nursery for now, and I’ll set up something more permanent this weekend.” he said. “The crib is kinda small for the two of them.” Beckah informed him. He shrugged, “You’re the mom now, figure it out and make it work.” he said. For the first time, Beckah felt genuine sympathy for her mother and displeasure with her father, but she swallowed her feelings and gathered up her charges to put them to bed like the good mother she was now. ********* “Alright, squirt, time for bed.” Beckah said from his doorway after putting the girls to bed. He scowled at her, “I’ll go to bed when I feel tired.” he said, returning his attention to his work. Beckah crossed the room and shut his laptop almost on his fingers, “Now, Jeremiah.” she said firmly, hands on hips until he rose from his desk and trudged to his bed, grumbling the whole way. “Did you brush your teeth and use the bathroom?” she asked with a Cheshire cat grin. “You’re pushing it.” he warned. She made a mock pouting face, “Someone’s a grumpy Gus tonight.” she teased, “Mommy’s just trying to make sure her little man doesn’t have an accident tonight.” she added. He rolled his eyes, “Goodnight.” he said dismissively as he rolled over and pulled his blanket over his head. She cleared her throat, “Goodnight, who?” she asked expectantly. He sighed heavily beneath his blanket, “Goodnight, mom.” he said in monotone. She giggled, “Goodnight, my little man.” she teased before she thankfully left. ********* In the middle of the night he slipped out to his tree house and began coding his changes to the experiment, looking at everyone on the cameras periodically to make sure they were all still sleeping. His mother was spooning his baby sister in the crib, Beckah was asleep in her room and his father was stretched out for the first time in his marriage in the big empty bed in the main bedroom. The plan was simple, swap Beckah and their mother like he’d done with Molly and their mother ensuring that Beckah would find herself on the receiving end of everything she’d dished out and learn a lesson about not being so smug when you’re not the smartest person in the house. “Let’s see how you like being mom after this.” he sneered as he finished the coding and set the program to start. He’d set the switch to swap Beckah’s mind with the oldest person in the house, and smiled all the way back to his room and kept smiling until he fell asleep. ********* The alarm started going off and Beckah reached over to silence it before she rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, her eyes closed as she traveled the routine course, though, this morning she found that she’d mistakenly gone the wrong way and had to turn around and go back down the hall. In the bathroom she sat on the toilet and relaxed, the sound of liquid hitting water that she expected never coming, instead being replaced by liquid hitting the wall in front of her. The sound of his father screaming jerked Jeremiah awake and he hurried out of his room and to the bathroom to find his dad screaming and pissing everywhere as he freaked out and looked down at his cock like it was a cobra on fire or something, then he heard Beckah screaming down the hall and ran to her room to find her screaming and clutching her breasts in abject terror. Something clicked in his head and he had to run to his room to laugh into his pillow. He’d miscalculated, it happened from time to time, especially when you’re dealing with science beyond what normal minds could comprehend, but in this case the miscalculation was just a bit more serious, Jason, his father, was older than Hannah, his mother, by three whole days. Oops. To Be Continued...

Chapter Six “Aaron Hernandez 2022-2025” Lucy and Mira never came back after that night, and with nothing but time to think, I stewed on my sister’s words and let them dig into my mind with their sharp barbs and embed themselves. She’d convinced me that she was right, that I was a selfish burden that had no one left to care about me and was better off giving up and accepting my fate. The clarity I achieved allowed me to let the Hernandez family into my heart, discarding as much of the Ella I was in favor of becoming more of the Aaron they saw. My first word was ‘Mama’, my first steps carried me to Daddy’s open arms, and little by little and day by day, I forgot about Mira and Lucy and bought into the reality that I was Aaron Hernandez, a boy days away from turning two that was loved and happy. “Hijo, Mommy needs you to eat, okay?” Mommy cooed as she picked up her buzzing phone and set it between her shoulder and ear, “Hola, mi amor.” she greeted as she pointed to the cut up hot dogs in the small plastic dish before me. I was learning Spanish a little at a time, I was ‘Hijo’, which meant ‘son’, and ‘mi amor’ was what she and Daddy said to each other, so that probably meant Mommy or Daddy depending on who was saying it. I reached out and grabbed a slice of hot dog and giggled as I clumsily threw it at her, my abilities at throwing making the piece of food sail wide of her onto the table. She groaned into the phone, “Your son won’t eat his lunch so he can have an N-A-P, and I’m already behind for the party preparations.” she said, spelling out the word that would otherwise cause me to launch into a tantrum if heard, but was inert in its spelled out form. She smiled and pulled the phone away, tapping the screen and turning it toward me to show Daddy on it. “Mijo, you need to eat your lunch, okay?” Daddy requested. I shook my head, “Nah hungee.” I told him as I pushed the plastic dish forward. “Well, if you eat your lunch then Daddy will let you have ice cream when he gets home.” he offered. The mere mention of ice cream quelled my rebellion instantly and a handful of three hot dog bites was palmed into my mouth with my little hand as they both laughed. Mommy returned the phone to her shoulder, “Gracias, Papi.” she said sweetly, “See you soon?” she asked, “Alright, love you.” she said a moment later, setting down her phone. Bits of chewed up hot dog tumbled from my mouth and onto the highchair tray as I hurried to gobble up the newly enticing food. “Slow down, Mijo, you’re going to make yourself sick.” Mommy chided as she picked the sippy cup of juice from the tray and held it up to my lips for me to take a drink to wash my mouthful of food down. I sucked down the juice and swallowed my mouthful of hot dogs, belching when she pulled the sippy cup from my lips. “What do we say?” she asked. “Scooze me.” I responded. “Excuse me.” she corrected, slowly speaking the correct pronunciation. I repeated her example and she smiled and kissed my forehead, praising me in Spanish. “All done?” she asked when I looked into the empty plastic dish. I nodded, “Ice cweam!” I exclaimed excitedly. She removed my bib and gently cleaned my mouth before unlocking the tray and setting it aside so she could unbuckle me and pick me up, setting me on her hip as she put the bib on the counter, “When Daddy gets home, baby.” she reminded me. “Let’s try and use the potty, okay?” she asked, setting me down on my feet on the ground and taking my hand in hers as we headed to the bathroom. Nothing remains of my former life, except for my desire to wear diapers. Over the last year I’ve submitted to Aaron’s personality and life, becoming the two year’s old tomorrow little boy in body and mind. See, Mira was wrong about one thing, she assumed that my spirit was taking the place of Aaron’s, but it wasn’t, my older and stronger spirit was just more dominant, until I gave up. Submitting to Aaron’s consciousness was like a warm blanket of ignorance wrapping me up, swaddling me and keeping thoughts and questions beyond the basic needs and wants of a baby from troubling me, Ella went away and the only sliver of her existence is Aaron’s love for his diapers. Mommy and Daddy started trying potty training a few months earlier, their goal being to have me in underwear by my second birthday. I obviously threw a tantrum over losing my diapers, but the little piece of Ella made it clear that I could just keep going potty in my pants and eventually the diapers would come back. Sometimes I forget to go in my pants and use the potty like Mommy and Daddy want me to, and they give me treats and heap praise on me and it feels good, but then bedtime comes and I get to have a diaper again and I remember why I’m trying to fail potty training. Today is a day that I remember my mission, walking alongside Mommy to the bathroom the warmth begins to spread in my pull up as I look up at her while she tells me how proud of me she is and what a big boy I am for wearing pull ups. I feel bad as the last dribble of tinkle comes out in my pants, but keep my focus on the goal and stop walking with her, almost falling forward when she doesn’t immediately stop with me. “C’mon, honey, we’re almost there.” she says, her tone tinged with concern as she sees me squat down and begin to grunt softly, sighing as she lets go of my hand and quietly speaks Spanish to herself. The deed done, I reach up to take her hand once more and feel a swell of accomplishment as we pass by the bathroom, the little blue plastic potty inside sitting unused as we head to my room. “It’s okay, Niño.” she says as she lifts me up and lays me down on the changing table, sighing once again as she gathers the supplies needed to change me, “You’ll get it when you’re ready, right?” she asks rhetorically. Ella made it so that when I potty my pants I feel very relaxed and happy, and so, even if I wanted to answer Mommy, my thumb has entered my mouth and my eyes have closed while I softly suck on it. Mommy cleans me up and tapes a diaper on me before she lays me down in my bed and tucks me in, gently pulling my thumb from my mouth and replacing it with a pacifier as she tucks my stuffed rabbit, Manchas with his white and brown speckled fur into my arms. “Mommy loves you, Niño.” she whispers before kissing my forehead and leaving me to fall quickly to sleep. ********* The dreams started up just before my third birthday. The first one was a few flashes of images without context, a garden, a man on a roof, a girl in a window looking out at me, but as the day of my birth got closer, the flashes stopped being stationary, they started moving and then had sound and emotional weight to them. The night of my third birthday brought all of it together and I played in the garden, knowing that the vegetables I was picking would make Mira happy, though I didn’t know who Mira was, I guessed her to be the girl in the window. The man on the roof smiled down at me and waved and I waved back, but then I saw something I hadn’t noticed before. A shadow isn’t alive, its only form is the one created by light and whatever the shadow belongs to, but something dark enough to be a shadow was crouched behind the man on the roof, its thin frame almost hidden behind him if not for the angle I was at, looking upward I could clearly see it huddled behind him through his legs. I opened my mouth to call to him, to tell him to turn around, but the shadow rose with alarming quickness, its spindly, gnarled fingers around his waist in an instant, lifting and tossing him in an effortless motion from the roof. The man’s scream was cut off a moment later by a squelching crack as he struck the Earth, his wide eyes facing the sky despite the front of his body facing the Earth. His back had contorted so that his legs sprawled toward his head, the white of bone in various places of his broken body seemed like teeth that shouldn’t exist smiling when they weren’t supposed to. I felt a warm wetness on my face and touched it, pulling back the sticky red liquid that had once been inside of him, and as I looked up to the roof, the sight of the shadow figure smiling at me brought a new warm wetness cascading down my legs to the Earth below. The girl in the window was screaming as she ran out of the house and threw her arms around me, the sound of her shrieks and sobs and words seemingly impossibly distant in my ears as I left the ground and was carried inside. ********* Daddy was muttering something when he came into the nursery the morning of my third birthday, it didn’t sound happy, but very little of what Daddy said now did. I was wailing loudly, tears streaming down my cheeks as the images from my dream lingered in my memory, and only when Daddy forced the nipple of a bottle into my mouth did I slowly quiet down. He spoke in Spanish more and more around me now, and his interactions with me were becoming more and more detached. He’d feed me or change me, but it was robotic and his eyes never met mine, when he held me there was always a looseness to it that kept me expecting him to drop me. Since my last birthday I’d achieved my goal of remaining in diapers. Mommy and Daddy had taken me to several doctors and talked about my development, or lack thereof, the angry voices from their bedroom after each visit scared me, but I was usually in my crib or playpen when they happened, so there wasn’t anywhere for me to go to escape them. “Ella.” a woman’s voice said from the rocking chair in the corner while I lay on the changing table for Daddy to clean me up and dress me for the day, my head lolling to the side to look at her. She was gorgeous, tall with grayish white hair down to her hips like a waterfall on a foggy morning, her dark skin was flawless and seemed to emit a glow that was warm and soothing. “Ella went away.” I thought, somehow knowing she’d understand me. She smiled softly, the kind of smile Mommy used to have when she looked at me, “No, honey, she’s just been hiding.” the woman said. I closed my eyes and felt something shift inside me, a wave of knowledge and understanding coming with it, and when I opened my eyes I wasn’t looking through them anymore, rather I was seeing the openings of my eyes and the sights beyond but from behind someone else, like a person standing in front of you at a movie theater. “I still have six months.” the woman’s voice inside my head thought. The woman nodded, “You do, but the way you’re carrying on here, does it really matter?” she asked. There was an apathetic shrug in the woman’s thoughts and a sadness in her voice, “Does anything really matter anymore?” she asked. The woman in the chair sat back and folded her hands in her lap, “Of all the people on Earth, I never expected you to give up so easily.” she said. The woman in my mind scoffed, “Easily?” she asked, “My sister conspired against me and basically sentenced me to death, my best friend has had everything taken from her under threat of a torturous fate, I’d say I’ve had a pretty rough go of it.” she explained. The woman in the chair smiled sympathetically and nodded, “Sadly, I’m afraid you’ve been playing checkers while those that would see you removed have been playing chess.” she said. “The fuck does that even mean?!” the woman in my mind spat. The woman in the chair rose and was instantly beside the changing table, “See what I’ve seen.” she said as she gently placed her index finger to my forehead. ********* When the blinding light faded it was replaced by the warmth and light of the sun and the sound of birds chirping and insects buzzing. The woman and I stood on the dirt road just outside the fence that father had built around the garden, and in said garden eleven year old Ella bent and pulled a carrot from the ground. “I don’t want to see this again.” I said, closing my eyes. Even with my eyes closed, I still saw everything as though my eyes were still open. “We’re not here for that.” the woman said as she walked past the fence and to the house, my feet moving of their own accord to follow her. Inside the house, Mira was at the window waving and smiling, and then I saw him moving up behind her, a man dressed in a suit finer than any I’d ever seen, black as coal with a crimson pocket square tucked into the breast pocket. “I do apologize for what’s about to happen.” he said softly as he was suddenly behind Mira, one arm around her waist and the other at his side, moving upward to pull her hair from in front of her ear. Mira went rigid and seemed to rest against him like she’d had too much to drink and he smiled, his thin mustache and goatee twinging slightly as he whispered into her ear. The woman beside me spoke his words so I could hear them but in her own voice, “Your father is about to die, I’m sorry, but it must happen to set your sister on the path I need her on.” she said. “What path?” Mira dreamily asked, her voice thin sounding and monotone. “Your sister is the only person for a millenia that can change the way I do business, and I simply cannot have that, can I?” the woman said, the predatory tone coming from her making my spirit shudder. “No, my Lord.” Mira agreed obediently. His smile broadened, “Good girl.” he praised. “You’re equally special, Mira, but in a different way.” the woman said, “Where Ella would seek to alter the sanctity of my business with her purity and intelligence, you’re mind is weak and malleable, the perfect place for one of my children to take up residence for a little while to make sure things go as I need them to.” she continued. The man spun Mira around in a quick motion and dipped her back toward the window as he faced her, his lips close to hers as he stared into her eyes. “Give me permission to access your body and I promise that once your time on this Earth is done, you’ll be given power beyond what your simple mind can comprehend.” the woman said. Mira shuddered softly and bit her lip to stifle a moan before she nodded, “Take my body, my Lord, use me as you will.” she practically begged. Another flash and Mira was standing at the window as she had been before the man had shown up, and then father was screaming outside and she slowly looked up to the ceiling and turned to face us, walking toward the door with a smile on her face as the blackness of her eyes faded and her expression turned to panic and fear and she ran out the door. “Are you alright?” the woman asked. “Pretty fucking far from it!” I shouted. She smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder, “Use that feeling as we continue.” she said. ********* The bright light once again faded and I saw we were standing near the front stairs of a church. “Do you remember this place?” the woman asked. I nodded as the sound of a wagon approaching filled the still night air, “That’s Mira on her way to abandon me.” I said bitterly. The figure carrying my eleven year old self was no more Mira than I was a blue whale, its form was lithe and dark in the pitch black beyond the spheres of wavering light cast by the torches on either side of the entrance to the pathway leading to the church steps. “Is that what I saw on the roof?” I asked, an intense nausea filling my spirit without a way to remedy it. The woman nodded, “Your sister was little more than a passenger in her own body after your father died.” she said, “She remembers everything as though she were in control, as though her wants were her own, but she was merely a puppet.” she explained. The dark figure looked at us but didn’t see us as it approached the church steps and gently lay my still sleeping younger self on the wide porch. “How can it walk on church grounds?” I asked. “Aren’t evil and wicked things supposed to burn up or something when the enter a holy place?” I added. She nodded, “Were this a holy place, you’d be right, but, well, you spent a fair amount of time here, do you consider anything or anyone inside to be good and holy?” she asked. Memories of punishments, no, tortures, over the years spent in the building we stood outside washed over me and my spirit shuddered once again, “The worst of what you endured remained out of your memory, a kindness I extended to you to help you through what you had to endure.” the woman explained. I shook my head, “I want this to stop.” I pleaded, “Please, just let me go back to Aaron’s body and wait for the end.” I continued. The woman smiled and knelt in front of me, her hands taking mine into them gently, “Ella, you are a brave and wonderful woman.” she said, “You’re meant for so much more than living the carefree life of an infant until your time is over.” she added. I shook my head again, “No, Mira was right, I’m a burden and I ruined everything and I deserve to disappear forever!” I shouted. ********* The warmth of the room was a drastic change from the night air we were surrounded by a moment earlier. The sounds of drunken conversation and laughter as well as carnal noises both male and female moved through the walls and door of the room we stood in. The air was heavy with the smell of hot wax from the candles all around and kerosene from the lamp on the table, a soft, wet sound found its way through the din accompanied by soft moans stifled only slightly by supple flesh. “Delilah?” I asked sadly, looking into the woman’s eyes rather than turning to confirm what I knew to be the case. She nodded, “She was one of mine.” she said. “While Mira set about to tear you down and weaken your mind to please her dark master, I put Delilah in your path to give you love and compassion in your final moments.” she explained. I slowly turned and felt my spirit swell at the sight of my beloved Delilah cradling my head in her arms as I softly suckled from her ample breast. She was beyond lovely, her large frame built to lift and carry my slight one to any place she saw fit to set me down and attend to my womanly needs. Her shoulder length hair was mussed from our earlier tussle, the fiery tint of her locks always made me think of the flowers in Mama’s garden, memories of Mira holding me on her lap on the porch and telling me about the woman I had no actual memory of making things bittersweet to think about. “I met her when I came to work here after they kicked me out of the,” I hesitated, “whatever that place actually was.” I finished after failing to find a suitable word. I smiled, “She knew the moment she met me that I wasn’t right for this place.” I said, remembering her thick fingers running gently through my hair as she looked me up and down when I first arrived looking for work. The woman’s hands were on my shoulders as she took a spot behind me, “Do you remember the first night you stayed here?” she asked. I nodded softly, “I’d tried to service my first customer, but I’d never seen a cock before and I shrieked when he pulled it out in front of me.” I explained, a giggle rising up in my throat, “Delilah burst into the room and,” my giggling turned into full blown laughter, “she pretended I was her daughter and shouted at the man as she came to the bed and picked me up, holding me to her like a mother would her child, and she walloped the man with his hat while he stumbled about with his pants around his ankles.” I told her. Her thumbs gently stroked my shoulders, “And after she took you from the room?” she asked. The laughter faded from me, “She held me and told me she’d always look after me.” I said sadly. “Then she shoved me down to get out of the room when it caught fire.” I added resentfully. “No, child, look again with my eyes.” the woman urged. The living version of me kicked her leg and knocked the lamp from the table shattering it and splashing burning oil out in front of it, catching the room on fire instantly. I watched as Delilah shifted me from her lap and looked upward as I stood up beside her. Following her gaze, I saw the shadowy figure from the roof gripping the ceiling with impossible talons of darkness, its razor sharp teeth glinting in the fire light as it lashed out an arm and flung an oozy dark blob of itself at me. Delilah turned and shoved me back down onto the couch a second before the blob would’ve struck me, knocking the couch back with the force of its velocity that I assumed was caused by Delilah shoving me. The shadowy thing hissed as Delilah ran to the door, her eyes never leaving it. “Follow me, demon!” Delilah shouted, though the roar of the fire kept me from hearing her. I looked up at the woman that had brought me here, “She saved me?” I asked. She nodded, “That dark mass would’ve corrupted your soul and given you a one way ticket to a very bad place.” she said, “Delilah knew that you needed to be pure when you died, so she pushed you out of the way and led the demon away so that could happen.” she explained. I looked down at the floor, “Did it get her?” I asked. She shook her head, “The instant you died, the demon’s mission was failed and it returned to where it came.” she explained. “So she survived the fire?” I asked. She nodded, “Another thirty years of happy life was her prize for a job well done.” she said, “She named her first daughter Ella in your honor.” she added. My spirit blossomed as my love for Delilah and hers for me filled me up to almost bursting, “Thank you for letting me know.” I said sincerely. She nodded and kissed my forehead to bring one final flash of light over us. ********* As the light dissipated, I saw Aaron’s nursery, the baby boy asleep in his crib with only the nightlight to illuminate the room. “Mira told you that Aaron would die three and a half years after his birth, correct?” the woman asked. I nodded. “She lied.” the woman said, stepping aside and turning me around to see Aaron’s mother and father standing in the shadows, the nightlight at that end of the room showing smaller shadowy creatures clutching onto their backs and whispering into their ears in some indecipherable language. “Help him!” I shouted at the woman. “There’s nothing I can do for him, Ella, this is your test.” she said before she vanished. Aaron’s parents stepped forward and I was no longer standing in the room but rather laying in the crib, a passenger in Aaron’s body once more, the memories of the boy’s third birthday that afternoon seeping into my consciousness as I forced his eyes open, “C’mon, kid, we got problems!” I mentally screamed. Aaron’s mother skittered to the right and effortlessly climbed up the dresser and onto the wall before making her way to the ceiling, the dark figure on her back turning its head completely around to keep watch of Aaron. His father continued his straight line approach, his footfalls on the carpeted floor of the nursery came out as heavy stomps that shook the foundation around us. My mind whirred as I tried to figure out how I was supposed to fight two demon possessed adults in the body of a three year old still groggy and with a load in his diaper, and then I got an idea, if Mira was never in control after our Father died and she was being manipulated into forcing me where the man from the kitchen wanted me to end up, then maybe everything Mira told me was a lie, a trick to keep me from fighting back. “This boy will not die today!” Aaron’s little voice called out as he stood and gripped the crib bars as the thing on his father’s back burrowed its claws into the man’s arm bloodlessly and demonstrated that it now controlled the appendage by effortlessly flinging the changing table across the room like it weighed nothing. A wet drip landed on Aaron’s head and I made the boy look upward to see his mother on the ceiling like a spider, her wicked smile allowing hot, thick drool to drip from her gaping mouth as she made an unsettling hissing sound at her son. “Nothing I said about Karen Twill was wrong, she was a bad person that deserved what she got!” Aaron’s tiny voice shouted. “It was a mistake to become invested in Allison, but I never would’ve done anything to create a problem for her!” he continued, “I missed Delilah, not knowing what happened to her ate at me, at my spirit all these years, but nothing and no one could’ve ever replaced her in my mind, so there was never any risk.” Aaron was breaking down into sobs now as I was in the face of utter hopelessness. “I was a good case worker and if I got a second chance, I’d still do things the exact same way because the people that I work with when they die need someone that’s felt what they felt, that shame and loneliness that comes from dying in a way you wouldn’t want people to see.” he added before falling backward onto the mattress, his little spirit weakened to almost fading. There was a shrill shriek as the dark figures leapt from their transportation and scuttled off to the shadows. Aaron’s father collapsed a foot from the crib while his mother dropped from the ceiling and, like a feather on the breeze, lightly fell to the floor to gently lay beside her husband. “Congratulations, Ella.” the woman said as she reached down into the crib and plucked my spirit from Aaron’s body, the little boy’s own spirit lighting up brightly once he was free of me. Once she set me down I looked up at her, “Are you God?” I asked. She smiled, “Do you think I’m God?” she asked. I nodded, “You’re perfect and kind and have crazy powers, so yeah, you’re probably God.” I said. She chuckled, “Well, I guess I can’t get anything past you, can I?” she asked. I looked back at Aaron and his parents, “Will they be okay?” I asked, “I mean, after he, y’know.” I added. She knelt down to my level and smiled, “They’ll both live to a ripe old age and pass away peacefully and Aaron will be at both of their funerals with his husband and their adopted children and he’ll live to see his granddaughter’s wedding before he has a stroke in his sleep that finally takes him.” she explained. I smiled, “He’s not going to die today?!” I exclaimed. She shook her head. I threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly, “Thank you.” I said quietly. She patted my back gently, “Don’t thank me just yet, we’ve still got a lot of work to do to unseat your sister and get things at D.E.A.T.H. back on track.” she said. To Be Continued...

@DailyDi I also am incontinent DL, and I do wear for medical necessity and for need. I also cannot afford to stink, unless for obvious reasons I have to use the diaper because of the situation. I always try to make sure that if I must use the diaper , that I try to change as quickly as possible , because anything that is left in a diaper is acidic and any skin contact of a prolonged. Can cause severe reddening rash . I also prefer odor control , because it can lessen the smell for a short time , allowing a person to go in and take care of the situation . Brian

Kayla couldn’t believe she was being burped. I hate this I hate this!” She screamed in her mind as that was her mantra always in her head she was interrupted after a few pats she burped. (How’d she end up naked?)

Why bother the hotel??? Just bring your own pad..

I think the emphasis here is on the word "public".... Implying for use by staff and patience ONLY. This keeps most everyone else out, including the homeless, who leave a huge mess behind. Many places do this, and Starbucks got in trouble for it a while ago, so they tinkered with their "policy"..... since restrooms were intended for "Customers only" ie: ya gotta buy something in order to go in and pee. Most places have just locked the bathrooms, and you have to ask for the code. That wzy they know who is going in.....most likely any bum or homeless dreg would just be told "they are for employees only"...saves a LOT of clean up and repair expense, as a lot if people are slobs, and some are distructive...sad really, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

Skylar after sitting up a bit then pulled Kayla off her nipple and up the almost naked girl's head over her shoulder and patted her back.

You inflate the balloon before inserting the stent right? What is the diameter of the balloon once inflated?

me and the wife

hi Spoon could i get the toddler name taken off of mine i would really like that if you could help me . ☺️

Rick’s alarm blared on Friday morning. He shot up in bed. It was finally Friday! His date with Lynne was tonight! As he had become accustomed to doing that week, Rick leaned back in his bed and relieved himself into his thick diapers. He had not yet had an accident while sleeping as he had at Gloria’s last weekend, but he always woke up with an aching bladder and immediately filled up his Pampers. The swollen diaper sagged and crinkled loudly between his legs as he climbed out of bed. After filling up on coffee and cereal (and wetting himself one more time), Rick waddled into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, clad in just a t-shirt and sagging diaper, it dawned on him. He would still have to wear a diaper tonight, after his date with Lynne. Rick didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but what if he got lucky enough to be invited back to Lynne’s apartment for the night? Gloria didn’t seem to be the type to make exceptions to her rules. She would surely know if he skipped a night, and a absolutely would spank him if he did. His bottom twinged. And that reminded him of yet another complication … if he got really lucky and Lynne saw him naked, she might notice the lingering bruises on his butt. Rick popped the tapes on his diaper and turned to look at his backside in the mirror. Sure enough, they were fading, but definitely still visible. “Ok hold on… I’m getting way ahead of myself here. We’ll just take it slow.” Saying it out loud did little to ease his anxiety. If he and Lynne hit it off, she was sure to see a bruise on his butt or find one of his diapers at some point, whether tonight or another night down the road. In fact, she may have already seen his diapers anyway… Either way, he had to get ready for work, so tried to put it out of his mind and just be excited about seeing his crush again. The work day dragged. Rick had such a hard time focusing, a mix of excitement and anxiety consuming him. Finally, the clock mercifully struck 4:30, and he shut down his computer. Gathering his things, he headed for the exit. It was a bit early, but no one would notice or care, he thought. Back at his apartment, Rick pulled off his work clothes to put on something more casual. He noticed the dwindling stack of big baby diapers by his bedside. He scooped them up along with the baby wipes and powder and stuffed them in the closet. “Just in case…” he thought. Pulling on his jeans, he felt a slight twinge in his bottom. He remembered his bruises. Rick shuffled into the bathroom, pulled his boxers down and turned so he could see his bare butt in the mirror. They were getting smaller, but there was no mistaking the two equally sized purple marks, one on each of his sit spots. Rick looked himself in the eyes in the mirror and shrugged. What could he do? He pulled up his underpants and jeans, and hoped for the best. Straightening up the rest of his space, he deemed it adequate to bring Lynne back to, should he be lucky enough. Ideally, they’d go to her place after the bar, but better to be prepared. He looked at his watch. Perfect timing, it was 5:50. He scooted out the door and hurried down the street to the pub. Lynne was already there waiting for him, seated at a table near the window. God, she was hot. Her auburn hair styled neatly and resting on her shoulders, she wore a plunging v-neck blouse that showed off her amazing cleavage. And that smile. She could melt butter with that smile… “Hey!” Lynne waved to Rick enthusiastically. He approached the table, and she jumped up pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s so good to see you!” “You too!” Rick said eagerly. The two sat down and began catching up on the last few years. College, jobs, family updates. It was as though they were back in high school. The rapport was strong and conversation effortless. It was also flirty. After sharing some pub bites and several drinks, Lynne said, “Well I’m having too much fun, I don’t want this night to end. Want to come back to my place for a nightcap?” There it was. The invitation he had eagerly hoped for, and also anxiously worried about. No way he could shy away though. “Sure that sounds great, thanks,” Rick said quickly. He flagged the server and asked for the check. As they walked down the sidewalk to Lynne’s, she slowly and tenderly wrapped her arm around Rick’s waist. He smiled widely and threw his arm around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. Lynne giggled. She let her hand fall from Rick’s lower back to his butt, sliding her hand in his back pocket. “Mmm,” she said, “you always did have a nice ass. Glad to see that hasn’t changed!” Rick laughed. His cock came to life as she squeezed his cheek. “I mean… look who’s talking,” he returned, moving his hand from her shoulder and taking a big handful of her pert, tight bottom. Rick was grateful the walk to Lynne’s place was so short. His member had stiffened considerably and was beginning to drip with anticipation. Walking into her apartment, Rick looked around. “Wow, great place. I love the kitchen, lots of counter space.” “Uh huh…” Lynne answered, “the bedroom is even better…” She pulled him by his shirt into her room. The two began feverishly making out and pulling each other’s clothes off. With both hands on Rick’s chest, Lynne shoved him backwards onto her bed. His rock had cock pointed skyward like a tower. Lynne wasted no time jumping on top of him, straddling his hips. She kissed him deeply on the mouth, then the neck, then the chest. She worked her way down until she reached his throbbing dick, sliding it slowly between her lips. Rick arched his back and rolled his eyes back in his head and Lynne licked and sucked his cock greedily. She took her time, and worked him up until he was moaning loudly and gasping for air. Taking his member from her mouth, she began working her way back up his torso, kissing and licking as she went. As she neared his face, her pussy brushed against Rick’s cock, dripping as she moved. She didn’t stop, and soon brought her crotch up near his face. Rick didn’t need an invitation. He grabbed her ass with both hands and stuffed her pussy in his mouth, rapidly licking and sucking her clit. Lynne gripped the headboard as she fucked Rick’s face. Her juices spilled all over his chin. She moaned and screamed wildly. Moving her hips back down the bed, she sat on Rick’s massive cock, sliding it deep inside her. She dug her painted nails into his chest and rode him like a bucking stallion. Grinding back and forth, she continued her screams, crescendoing in an earth shattering orgasm. Catching her breath, Lynne quickly moved off the bed. Placing her elbows on the mattress, she stuck her ass in the air and gave Rick an inviting glare. Rick sprung off the bed and moved behind her. He grabbed her by the hips and thrust himself deep inside. As he pounded her pussy, Rick moved his hands back to grab her ample ass. He gave her a few playful but sharp slaps. Lynne showed her delight with the spanks, turning her head back and biting her lip. She moaned. “Harder!” she shouted. Rick increased the intensity of both his pumping cock and his slapping hands. He alternated cheeks, watching pink hand prints start to appear. With a final flurry and burst, Rick exploded cum into Lynne, groaning loudly and gripping her ass with both hands. The two collapsed in a heap of naked limbs. Lynne and Rick were both passed out in a matter of minutes.

I definitely prefer diapers with odor control. I'm married, and my wife more or less puts up with my wearing diapers, but if I smelled like an untended toddler all the time, I think that might push her over the edge. Plus, odor control is really chemical stabilization of the urine - it's preventing or delaying the biological processes that generate ammonia over a period of time as urine is held at close to body temperature in a closed, damp environment with lots of bacteria in the neighbourhood. Ammonia is an irritant and strips away the protective oils that your skin manufactures to stay moist and resistant to pathogens, so if your diaper starts smelling like ammonia almost right away, diaper rash is a likely outcome. If you change a lot, it might not become an issue, but if you're wearing high-capacity products for 8 or 10 hours at a time, you NEED odor control. Scented diapers are a different story, however. So far, very few of the adult products I've tried have been able to replicate the soft but persistent scenting of Pampers, for example. Some smell like a fire at a chemical plant. I tend to stay away from scented diapers because my wife gets headaches from strongly-scented products.

In this syfy comedy an alien baby takes the form of a young boy who in one scene announces "Baby is pooping." A slightly older girl who has been protecting him protests, but the alien announces "Pooping complete" In his next scene "baby" is dressed in a brown hooded onesie and the adult Alien asks "Why is he dressed like a sad bear?" to which the girl replies "His diaper doesn't fit in pants!"

Bambino Bianco tonight. Just a plain white wrapper. Well, not quite so white anymore. And I bet it smells like one too!

What's this? Siblings having a good time together? Where's the tragedy? Where's the drama? ----- Chapter 22 There was nothing worse than being lonely. Except, of course, being lonely and deserving it. Briana sat against the corner of her playpen and listlessly batted her stuffies back and forth. The Round Table of Cloudland had been demoted from proud knights to pillows, chew toys, and stuff to toss around the playpen. All of them except Alanna. She sat on the other side of the playpen, perched on a cloud-blue blanket. Leading the Round Table made strong like Mom and Dad. She was a merciless lioness. Alanna didn't blame Briana for what she'd done, but she insisted that the little girl take her punishment without complaint. So she had. Briana had done her best to smile at anyone who came to visit her, saving the tears for the times that only the baby monitor was watching. Obviously Mom and Dad had the other monitor and knew she was crying, but she couldn't keep from crying all the time. "I was just trying to help." Briana whispered to Alanna. She didn't understand how it had gone so wrong. There was proof now that Beatrix was doing horrible stuff and they still couldn't help Melody. What was the point of all the stupid grown up rules if you couldn't help your big sibling? In a soft sad voice, Briana sang the Cloudland Anthem to Alanna. There's a place in my mind, No one knows where it hides, And my fantasy is flying, It's a castle in the sky. Her voice stilled after the first verse. She couldn't bear to sing the parts about taking up her sword and fighting dragons right now. Briana sighed and crawled over to a different spot in the pen for some variety. It's not like she hadn't had any visitors. All her roommates had come to see her. Even Gary had come, though just to fill in the babysitting schedule. She'd wanted to ask about Tamira, but Mom got angry every time her name was even mentioned. Briana didn't have her phone to text anybody with. There was one glaring hole in the list. Technically not all her roommates had visited, because Melody hadn't. They weren't even in the house. Nobody knew why, or would say, but Melody hadn't been home in over a day. That was her fault too, Briana guessed. With a sigh, she flopped over on her back. Being grounded to her room was a really intense, little-time experience. Especially with Mom visiting her two or three times a day for snacks. If she wanted to she could easily let all her grown up thoughts melt away and be a babbling baby for while. It was hard not to, really. That wouldn't be facing up to her punishment though. Alanna would be disappointed in her. Briana would be failing her knighthood, again. Worst of all, she wouldn't know when Melody came home. The door opened and Briana eagerly spun around to see who it was. She didn't have to fake a smile when she saw it was Mom. Since Briana's promise to never run away, she felt like she needed Veronica around all the time. "Hi there Bumblebri." Veronica said. She was wearing fancy clothes, a pretty black dress with decoration on it and jewelry and stuff. It looked great, but it meant she was going out soon. "Hi Mommy." Briana said, pulling herself up to her knees on the side of the playpen. "How are things going?" Veronica pulled a chair up to the playpen and gently rubbed Briana's back. "It's okay." Briana said, trying to make her voice as cheerful as possible. "You having fun playing with your stuffies?" Veronica asked. "Uh, not really." Briana shrugged. "Do you need something more enriching to do?" Veronica said. "I thought by now you'd be extremely little and the stuffies are usually all you want when you're like that." "I want to be." Briana said with a sigh. "But I can't." "Oh?" "It wouldn't be right." Briana said. "I'd be avoiding my punishment." Veronica's brow furrowed. "You need some more activities for sure then. I don't want you sitting here with nothing to do but to castigate yourself." "It's okay." Briana said. "I have a lot of stuff to think about. I'm not sorry that I tried to help Melody. But I am sorry that I made a lot of trouble and worry when I did." "You are such a good girl in your heart, do you know that, Briana?" Veronica asked. "You think so?" "I know so, darling." Veronica leaned down to kiss Briana's forehead, carefully so as not to smudge her lipstick. "I'm proud of the thinking you're doing, and I'm proud of your good heart. I have to go to a meeting at school, but when I come back we'll set you up with some games and coloring books." Briana looked over at Alanna, then back up at Veronica. "It's okay. I know I did a bad thing." "There's a fine line between processing a mistake you made and hurting yourself." Veronica said. "I don't want you having nothing to do and getting depressed. I'll read you a story tonight too, okay?" That made Briana light up genuinely. The holidays had been way too busy for nighttime stories. "Can it be the first Alanna book?" "Again?" Veronica asked. "We never got further than the third book. We could finish the series." "I want to start over." Briana said. "We can do that. I'll make sure that I make time so we can finish this time." "Is Dad going with you to the party?" Briana asked. "No, she's going to be here. It's a work meeting, Jane isn't invited." "Mom." Briana said, leaning on Veronica's knees through the playpen mesh. "When you have time can we think of ways to help Melody?" "Sweetie, Melody has to ask us for help with this." "But what if the whole thing they need help with is asking for help?" "That's one of the hard things about helping someone who's grown up." Veronica said. "Sometimes you can't." "But, they aren't grown up, are they?" Briana looked up, meeting Veronica's gaze. "Well, Melody and I don't have the same kind of relationship that I do with you." Veronica said. There was doubt in her voice and uncertainty in her expression. "You do kind of." Briana pressed. "You didn't with me, until it happened." "I – would like to be doing more than I am doing." Veronica said. "I guess we can have this discussion, since you're feeling pretty grown up right now. I tried to start that conversation with Melody, and their response was to stay with a friend instead of here." "That's why they aren't here?" Briana frowned. "That just proves that they need help to get help!" "I agree with you." Veronica said. "I don't want to push them away. Then they'd really be on their own." "Then I'll do it!" Briana said. "They won't run away from me." "Are you sure?" Veronica said in a cautionary tone. "I didn't expect that big of a reaction from my message either." "I'm sure." Briana said. "I'm going to tell them that I love them, that they're my big sibling, and that we want to help." "That could be a lot to put on Melody all at once." "They have to know." Briana said. "Mom, Melody has to know that they're family. No guessing, no maybe. They're super bad at believing that someone cares about them." Veronica smiled fondly. "You are amazing. If anyone can do it, you can. Just – don't force Melody into anything, okay? Encourage, but don't demand. Support, but don't make choices for them." "Yeah okay." Briana sighed. "That sounds smart. Thanks Mom." "You're welcome. I love you very much, Briana." They shared a long, extra tight hug and then Mom was gone. Dad didn't come up either, she was probably busy with school or house stuff. Briana stared at her ceiling and tried to figure out the best way to tell Melody that they were part of the family. Once she had a good script figured out, Briana was at loose ends again. Nobody had come up to visit her since Mom. She was wet, but not so much that she needed to cry for Dad. Maybe she should have asked Mom to put some coloring books in her playpen before she left for the party. With nothing else to do, Briana forced herself to face up to Alanna again. She was surprised and gratified to see the lioness was proud of her. Briana felt good about what she was going to do, Mom had agreed with it, and now Alanna was in full support too. For the first time since she'd invited Beatrix in, Briana was feeling some hope that everything would be all right. Briana broke into the Cloudland Anthem again, in its usual happy tone this time. She followed the first verse up with the second right away. It's a world of our past, Where the legend still lasts, And the Queen wears the crown, But the magic spell is law. An answering voice from the hall jumped in with the third verse. Briana fell silent in surprise. Take your sword and your shield, There's a battle on the field, You're a knight and you're right, So with dragons now you'll fight. The door opened to reveal Melody, singing beautifully. Tears in her eyes, Briana joined her sibling for the next two verses. And my fancy is flying, It's a castle in the sky, Or there's nothing out there, These are castles in the air. Fairytales live in me, Fables coming from my memory, Fantasy is not a crime, Find your castle in the sky. "Melody!" Briana cried out as they both trailed off for the instrumental bit of the song. "Hey Briana." Melody said. They looked peaceful, better than Briana expected. Melody walked over to the baby monitor and shut it off. Briana looked at them curiously, but no explanation was offered. Instead, Melody leaned on the corner of the playpen and smiled shyly at Briana. "Can I hang out with you for a while?" "Of course! Please!" Briana bounced, squishing her diaper. "I'm babysitting you right now." Melody said. "But I was thinking there's enough room for two in there if you don't mind." "Yeah, tons!" Briana scooted over to give Melody room. After a few moments' hesitation, Melody kicked off their shoes and stripped down their jeans. They were wearing a diaper, but the tapes were all messed up to Briana's expert eye. Melody climbed over the playpen wall and sat down gingerly, like they expected to be bitten. Briana was all for letting her sibling relax, but the urge to hug was literally overwhelming. She tackled her sibling, holding on as tightly as she could. To her delight, Melody was hugging back just as tight. "I missed you." Briana said. She was worried she was going to cry and make it a whole sad thing, but the tears didn't come. "I missed you too." Melody said. "I was worried about you." "I'm sorry." Briana reluctantly eased off on the hug, staying within touching distance of Melody. "I didn't think about how I would make everyone worry. I've been thinking about it a lot while I've been grounded." "I forgive you." Melody said. "You're safe and that's the important part." Briana nuzzled Melody's shoulder. It was amazing, she'd literally dreamed about this exact thing so many times. Her in her onesie and diaper, Melody in a t-shirt and diaper, snuggling together in her playpen. For once the reality was as good as the dream. "I didn't know you liked that song." Melody said. "It's the anthem of Cloudland!" Briana declared proudly. "What-land?" "Cloudland. It's a big castle in the sky, so the song is perfect. There's a round table there with a bunch of knights. Alanna is the head knight." "Oh, this Alanna?" Melody asked, patting Alanna on the back. "Yeah!" "I wish I had a place like Cloudland." Melody said wistfully. "Well until you do, you can join up!" Briana said. "Can you grab my sword?" Melody looked around until they spotted the plastic Sword of Protection on a shelf. Curiously, they leaned out of the playpen and handed it to Briana. "Kneel." Briana said, tucking Alanna under her left arm and coming unsteadily to her feet. The playpen was a bit too squishy for a lot of standing. With a bemused smile on her face, Melody braced herself on the side of the playpen and went down on one knee. "Melody, do you swear to uphold the honor of Cloudland, The Round Table, and your own honor for as long as you live?" A thoughtful expression crossed Melody's face, surprising Briana. She'd expected Melody to just humor her, but it looked like they were really thinking about the oath. "I'll do my best." Melody said. Briana touched Melody on the left shoulder with the sword, holding it above them again. "And do you swear to defend Cloudland and your family from whatever dangers they face?" "Yes." Melody said in a determined tone. Briana brought the sword down gently on Melody's right shoulder. "Then by my authority as a knight of Cloudland, in the name of Knight Captain Alanna, all the knights of the round table, and the Queen, you are a knight of the realm of Cloudland." "You'll have to get your own sword." Briana said apologetically. She plopped down on her butt. "I have a couple actually." Melody said, shifting to a cross-legged sit. "Really? How come you never showed me?" "Uh, cause they're metal and I thought your mom would be mad if I let you play with them." "Oh, yeah, probably." Briana set her sword carefully on the cloud blanket and restored Alanna to her seat atop it. With that done, she corrected the problem of not snuggling Melody by worming her way into her sibling's lap. Melody got the same goofy grin on their face that they had the first time she'd done that, but bigger this time. "Feeling snuggle-deficient?" Melody asked, putting their arms around Briana to support her. "So much." Briana sighed. "I don't know if you heard but I'm super mega ultra grounded." "Yeah, I did." Melody said. "I uh – anyway, thanks for what you did. Even if it got me really scared, I know you were doing it for me." It was time! Briana pulled Melody close for a quick hug and then sat back so she could see Melody's face as she spoke. "I love you." Briana said. That was the first bit out. Strong start, simple and clear. "I uh..." Melody stared at Briana in surprise. Just as Briana was about to speak again, Melody beat her to it. "I love you too. Like a sister. My uh – my little sister." It was Briana's turn to hesitate in shock. There went the script. (It only lasted one sentence!) "Really? Me too! I mean, I already said I love you, but you're my big sibling." The glow on Melody's face was the happiest Briana had ever seen her sibling. It was amazing to see. "That's awesome." They said. "Poggers." Briana giggled. "I had a whole thing I was going to explain to you. A speech! But you already understand." "You can still say it if you want." "I don't think I have to. The only part I haven't said is that sibling isn't like, a word I use for you. I mean that you're my family." Briana said. "I know you don't think of Dad and Mom as family but..." "I mean maybe I do." Melody said softly. "Buh? You do?!" "I don't know." Melody said. "Honestly. But I'm not uh – against it." "That makes me so happy!" Briana squealed, throwing herself in to a hug that knocked them both over. Melody seemed happy enough to let Briana lie on them. They were also super warm, prompting Briana to tangle their bare legs together. "I don't know how they feel about it." Melody said. "They care about you." Briana interjected. "I know." Melody said. "But the family thing is like another level. And I'm still not totally sure about my feelings." "Good enough for now." Briana declared. "Okay, next part. You have to ask for help. We can't help you with your bad stuff unless you ask." Melody's tight hug went limp and listless. They didn't push Briana off of them though, so she clung to her sibling with all the love and warmth she could offer. "Bri, Veronica told me you found something in Bea's house." Their voice was halting, pained. Briana nodded against Melody's shoulder, giving them as much time as they wanted to talk. It was almost a minute before Melody spoke again. "I guess um, you know some of what's been happening. Veronica does too." "I don't want you to be sad if I can help." Briana said. "I – I can't." Melody said, their voice quavering. "I can't with Veronica. I know, I know it's bad. But it's almost over. I just have to hold out a little longer and Bea will go away." "Are you sure?" Briana didn't think that would happen at all. "She gets bored, she'll move on." Melody said. "If I confront her she'll put that stuff on the internet forever. She – you saw a little of what she's like, but you don't know everything. It's better to just wait it out." "I don't think that's right." Briana said, surprised at the depth of her own conviction. "That sounds like running away from your problem. That's not what a knight would do." "I've only been a knight for five minutes." Melody said. "There's some stuff I can't do, and I can't do this." "But we'll help." Briana insisted. "Please, let me do it my way." Melody said. "Please Bri. Don't tell Veronica anything I told you here. Just, let me figure it out." "That's not how a family works." Briana said, frustrated. When Melody didn't answer, she huffed and added. "I won't say anything. To other people. I'll still talk about it with you." "That's okay." Melody said, sighing in relief. "If it's with you it's okay. Just you." "You didn't tell Rosa?" Briana asked. "No! Super no. Especially not her." Melody said. "Things are going really good. I can't lose her." "But why would she..." "Trust me." Melody said. "Just, yeah, it would be bad." "I don't think she'd be mean about your diapers." Briana said. "She's not. Uh, I told her about that and she uh – she was nice. More than nice." Melody was blushing quite a bit. Briana's butt wiggled at the idea of Melody not only having a family to be little in, but a Gary-friend as well. "But then why can't you talk to her?" "There's other stuff going on with Beatrix. It's a whole – look, promise me you won't say anything at all to Rosa." "I promise on my honor as a knight of Cloudland." Briana said. "She's your girlfriend anyway. I think you should tell people though." "Yeah I didn't think you'd changed your opinion in the last three minutes." Melody said sourly. That wasn't very nice at all. Briana got her revenge by blowing a huge raspberry into Melody's unprotected neck. Her sibling shrieked and giggled, thrashing to no avail. Briana clung to them like a crab. "Augh, stop, I give up!" Melody panted on the playpen floor, inexpertly poking at Briana's sides. Pleased that she'd made Melody laugh, and that they didn't know her ticklish spots yet, Briana relented. A warm sensation on her leg made her think her diaper was leaking, until she realized there was no wet feeling. "Did you just wet?" Briana asked, pressing her leg more firmly against Melody's diaper. "M-maybe." Melody said with a blush. "I'm wearing a diaper, in a playpen, it's not weird." "It's not." Briana agreed. "Too bad your girlfriend isn't here to change you. Maybe I should call her." "Stop that!" Melody blustered, their face beet red. "Teasing is mean. And – and it is too bad she's not here." "She put on the one you're wearing right?" Briana asked. "Yeah." Briana gave Melody a gentle hug. She shifted off them and rested her head on Melody's chest. "I'm glad for you." "Thanks." Melody was calming down. They had another doofy grin on their face. Briana decided not to call attention to it. "Are you gonna be over at her place a lot?" "I don't know." Melody said. "The last two nights were the first time I'd stayed over. Everything is still new." "Don't forget your little sister." Briana said. It came out more worried than she'd intended. "Never." Melody squeezed Briana to punctuate the word. "When I thought you were lost I freaked out." "I'm sorry." Briana said. "No, it's okay. I wouldn't have been able to talk with you like this otherwise. I figured out some stuff when I realized how worried I was." "You're so different than when you moved in." Briana said. "Thank you. It's a lot because of you." "You're going to make me cry, dummy." "Isn't that what big siblings do to little sisters?" "Only mean ones. You aren't a mean one." Melody smiled and leaned against Briana. They sat quietly for a bit. (it was awesome!) "You know, I thought you were really hot when I moved in." Melody said. "Really?" Briana sat up a little. "Yeah. I'm glad we have – this now, instead." "I'm not hot anymore?" Briana teased. "You are, but you're also my sister. My little, bratty sister." Melody reached for Briana's sides again, and this time they hit a spot. Briana shrieked and squirm-rolled away as far as the playpen would allow. It wasn't far enough to avoid being pinned under Melody. "I'm glad we have this too." She said, hoping to be too sweet to be tickled again. "Brat." Melody said, relenting on the tickles. (it worked!) "I'm the little one." Briana said in the best innocent tone she could muster. "Double brat." Melody chuckled and sat up, padded hip pressed against Briana's leg. "What do you wanna play?" Briana asked. "Uh – you don't have a lot in here." Melody said looking around. "I guess we could assemble your round table." Briana's response was forestalled by Dad's entrance. "Dad!" She cried out in excitement, sitting up. "Hi Bri, Melody." Jane said. "I hope I'm not interrupting. Briana probably needs a change. I know you can do it, Melody, but since you want to hang out I thought I'd do it for you." "Melody needs a change too!" Briana said triumphantly. Jane looked down at Melody. Briana did too, hoping for a big reaction. They were bashful but not really blushing or otherwise super embarrassed. "Do you need one?" Jane asked. "Uh, well so far only Veronica has in the house. You don't have to do that." Melody said softly. "I can take care of it later." "Nonsense, I'm happy to. Give me your hand." Jane held out her hand to Melody. They took it and let Jane guide them to the changing table. "They get changed first? I've been wet longer." Briana said incredulously. "Daddy!" "Briana, that is not the attitude of a baby who wants her grounding to end any time soon." Briana whimpered. "She's fine." Melody said, lying down on the changing table. "My uh – my – little sister is a brat. I don't – I d-don't mind though." Jane raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. She expertly tore the tapes off Melody's diaper and wiped them down with her usual efficient strokes. "You see what a good example Melody is setting for you?" Jane said to Briana. "Don't you want to be a good little sister?" "That's not fair!" Briana said, her mouth hanging open. Dad wasn't supposed to use her new sibling against her! She squirmed for a bit, casting glances up at Dad who was placidly putting Melody in a new diaper. They were lying on the changing table way more calmly than Briana had expected. What happened to Melody being super blushy about diaper stuff? "I'll be a good sister." She conceded, grumpily. "I'm glad to hear it." Jane said. "Then I guess you can come downstairs to watch a movie with us tonight." "Really!" Briana shot to her feet and fell to her knees, betrayed by the playpen's squish. "As long as you play nice with your sibling." Jane said. "I will, I will!" Briana practically climbed Jane when she returned Melody to the playpen. Dad gave her a big hug before putting her on the changing table. "Of course, that goes for you too Melody." Jane said. "This isn't a license to get your little sister in trouble." "I'll take care of her." Melody said gently. Dad smiled at them. Briana felt like her heart was going to burst. She knew she was being fussy and squirming a lot through her change, but she couldn't help it. All she wanted was to be in Dad's lap or snuggling Melody, preferably both at the same time. If Mom could be there too it would be perfect. Freshly powdered and diapered, she had to settle for a quick hug with Dad and cuddling up to Melody. When Dad left to make dinner, Melody surprised Briana by pouncing her and pinning her to the floor of the playpen. "You thought you were going to get me in trouble telling Jane I needed a change, huh?" "Noooooo..." Briana giggled. "I was trying to embarrass you because your blush is cute." "Oh yeah? Well then this is because I like your laugh." Briana shrieked at the top of her lungs as Melody expertly found her ticklish spots. Her big sibling was learning fast. No fair!

Currently in a hotel room and both beds do have some type of water-resistant barrier under the fitted sheet. I think this is standard with hotels now. Also, to touch on someone else comment; there is usually a plastic, disposable laundry bag in the hotel room's closet. I'll use that bag to dispose of any used products instead of the trash can in the room.

I used to grow and produce food for the world as a farm-hand. Now, however, I make parts and accessories for the very machines I used to run, as a CNC Plasma Operator.

This was so good. Please make a sequel to this.

@FretaBWet@Enthusi I believe that you are correct: incontinence is nothing to fear, and incontinence is nothing to be ashamed of. if your aim is to become incontinent , and you actually succeed, as you have @Enthusi, you now have the experience of going through it, and now that you are incontinent, it'll be a normal part of your everyday life.You should not feel self-conscious if you leak, or if something happens, and you shouldn't worry about being incontinent because you have the experience : you may have had differing perspectives back when you started , and they might be a tad bit different now , but you are now incontinent , and you should not worry anymore about that. It is a part of who you are and what you are , and as far as I can tell if a person is willing to go through training to undo their potty training because they choose to, then you should be able to be the victor here, and enjoy the spoils that come with your success . You have your diapers, you have your diagnosis on your medical records, and you can wear diapers wherever you want whenever you want , and no one should be giving you any grief about that . as she says, I would enjoy, and I do enjoy my life as it is. Part of the reason why I went to diapers 24/7 is because of incontinence, part of it was because of mobility, and part of it was because of the fact that I have so much stress that I was dealing with that it was not helping me mentally inside. When you put a diaper on for example, you realize that your diaper is there to help you to protect you, and it is expected that you would use it if you put it on. Now that I am incontinent, and that I have a mobility disability, and I am aging, wearing a diaper is the least of my worries, because I'm not worried about it. I can go anywhere, and I can wear a diaper, and no one should be the wiser, and no one should worry about it, other than me and the people I trust, because I'm the ones that's dealing with the feelings and the emotions and the physical changes, as well as the person who is performing the changes and the cleanup and the garbage removal. We all know that adults wear diapers, and that is a fact! Regardless of who says what, that happens. We still have the stigmas and the inaccuracies and the eroded sense of what our community is and what it stands for, and what we believe in, and that is because of people who write books and articles and things that put us in a negative light. Being incontinent means that you may not be able to control certain muscles the deal with you releasing pee and poop. Being incontinent means that you may not have the ability to feel it when you release, or it happens without you knowing about it, and the only time you know about it is when it is time to change. Being incontinent means that you change the way you take care of your bathroom management skills, and what you have to do when you decide to wear diapers or when you change them. It means that you have to change your thinking so that you are not worried so much about whether you have to go to the bathroom, because you will go to the bathroom: it's just that you will go into the bathroom sometimes, and then use the diaper, change it and walk out. You also may be somewhere and have to go to the bathroom so you just release. The good thing is, regardless of where you are, you can release. You don't have to run like a wild man to get somewhere to go to the bathroom and you don't have to hurt yourself getting there. Because I have understood this, it makes perfect sense to me. Most of the the problem that I see is that people need to be educated, and while we can educate some people, we won't be able to affect everyone, but we try to do our best to let them know what we deal with and why we deal with it. @Enthusi man, you've earned what you have! Congratulations! Now you have exactly what you wanted , and I have exactly what I need , because in your case you wanted to become incontinent, in my case I already was , I was just having more accidents than normal, and decided from all the years I was doing laundry, that it would be easier just to use diapers. I have a medical reasoning like you do, so no one is going to challenge that , and if they do well, we can just have them go to our medical records and look it up . As I've said before, wearing diapers is no big deal, and in my case they helped me become a better person because I don't have to worry about so much stress anymore . The most rudimentary function that you learn as a child is to control your urine and your bowels period prior to gaining control, you wear diapers because you don't know when where or how you will release, so you have your parents carrying a bag around so that you can be changed if it's necessary . Because you decided that you wanted to become incontinent, and you have succeeded and no uncertain terms, you don't have to feel bad anymore, you don't have to worry anymore , if you've accepted the fact that you're incontinent, you will probably understand that you will also deal with the occasional leak or wet pants or wet something . I've had it happen to me where I'm sitting on a chair , and I have my washable pad under me . I'm glad I have it under me, but I'm not gonna worry if for some reason I don't make it to the bathroom in time . That's just part of what happens, and it's partnered of being incontinent . This way, we don't have to run to the bathroom, and we don't have to wait in line, like sometimes at the fairs and the amusement parks for example , and we don't have to feel guilty or ashamed or guilt tripped: this is part of our life , and life has challenges. They always tell me that God does not give you a challenge that he does not think you can handle . Well, I'm going to say the same to you he does not give us challenges that we cannot deal with period you have come full circle and you are now incontinent, so you got exactly what you wanted, so relax and enjoy yourself and don't worry about monitoring how much you are releasing, just be happy that you are able to do what it is you want to do the way you want to do it . I'm glad that I did what I did, and I'm happier now : some people go through life and they think this is one of the worst things that can possibly happen to them, being incontinent either one way or the other or both . I can tell you from experience it's not as bad as people make it out to be, but some people may be scared or worried or upset over it, because they don't have as good of control as they did once. so my friend: go outside and have yourself a ball, get yourself a nice cold drink and sit and a nice comfortable chair, and drink the beer and relish in the fact that you have done what you wanted to do and you are succeeding. So many times in my life, I never thought that I would ever be able to make the top of the hill, or that people would be there with me when I reach the top. I was wrong: because people that love me will always be with me as I go through my journey, and they may leave me because they get old and they pass on, but somebody will always be at the top of the hill to welcome you, or to just be there for you. You have come to the top of the hill- you have made your decision, and I bet you're happy about it comma just like Congrats! Brian

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Well, make sure you've got great health insurance first. Then start learning how to safely use a cath from basic medical resources. You will need to get familiar with how your body reacts and whether or not you are prone to infections.

I woke up this morning and pooped in my diaper and then I had to waddle my baby butt into the shower and then got put back into a much thicker diaper with boosters

Chapter 1: Departure CONNOR LOOKED AROUND at the group of eleven other students and two professors sitting in a circle of chairs on the lecture hall floor. A man who looked just shy of forty, with midlife-crisis-bleached-blonde hair, stood and spoke, “Okay, I think we should all know who each other are before proceeding with our briefing and then transportation through the portal today. First, most of you have met me preparing for the semester, but there are a few I’ve only emailed with. So… I’m Doctor Matthew Owens. I’m a professor of history here at the university and will be going along as one of your academic advisors at Emerson. I’ll be taking advantage of the time there to study Amazonian History and its parallels to our own dimension’s.” There was a round of polite applause as he nodded towards a woman of similar height, both of them short of six feet tall, who stood now as he sat. I guessed she was probably close to his age, but her brown hair was natural and well cared for. “I’m Doctor Katherine Benson. I believe I met all of you for your initial physicals last fall. I’m a professor of medicine specializing in nanite replication. I’ll be spending time with my counterparts at Emerson University’s hospital studying their nanite advancements while also checking up on your health and advising you like Doctor Owens.” “Now, let’s get to each of you,” Doctor Owens said. “Amelia, you’re next to Doctor Benson; how about you go next?” “Umm… what do you want me to say?” The very short college girl asked, clearly nervous at speaking in front of everyone as she stood up. She was pretty with her strawberry blonde hair and striking green eyes, but I would have been worried she was in middle school at most if she wasn’t here with us. I guessed she was about four-and-a-half feet tall at best! ‘She’s going to be in so much trouble over there!’ I thought. Doctor Benson rubbed her shoulder gently, “How about you all tell us your name, age, major, and why you decided to do the program?” I felt terrible for the poor girl. She was clearly not happy with the situation. Finally, she sighed and said, “Well, okay then… I’m Amelia Silverston, but my friends call me Amy… I turned twenty-one last fall - even if no one ever believes me!” There was a general chuckle at that from the group. “I’m studying Physics. That’s why I’m going… The other dimension supposedly is at least thirty years ahead of us in understanding quantum and particle physics.” She looked at Doctor Benson as if to ask, ‘Enough?’ When the short girl received a nod, she breathed a sigh of relief as the slightly taller girl beside her started. “Hi, I’m Ava…” a girl only slightly taller than her stood. “And I fully understand the short people problems, Amy!” The brown-haired girl explained, “I’m twenty and an archaeology major. I’m interested in similar things as Doctor Benson, actually.” An average height and slightly overweight guy with closely shaved hair stood and said, “I’m Oliver Sanders. I’m twenty-one as well and studying Electrical Engineering. I want to go and study some of the new conductive materials the other dimension has been developed, as well as their battery cell technology.” The second tallest guy besides myself stood then, “I’m Asher Colson. I’m twenty-one and studying music. There’s been a lot of back and forth about technology over the years, but no one has really studied music in the other dimension to see what’s different!” I nodded, ‘Musicians don’t strike me as the type to survive adoption attempts.’ Asher looked like he was probably reasonably strong, but he didn’t strike me as a fighter like I had been brought up by Mom. Another tiny girl, who I knew would have a future mommy’s fan club fawning over her, stood next. “Hi, I’m Mila Olson, I’m twenty-one, and I’m studying Early Childhood Education!” She smiled, “I know the rumors out there, but I want to see how they care for their kids!” Mila was the epitome of a cheerleader as she spoke. ‘Maybe I should be playing a game of who will be first adopted…?’ The others followed in relatively rapid succession. Avery was a twenty-two-year-old Psychology major with bright pink hair that definitely made her stand out. Tatum was a larger guy in girth but still under six feet in height. He was studying Chemical Engineering and seemed pretty bright. Then Noah, a very short guy at about five feet, would be sharing some computer science courses with me in theory. He was definitely overweight, and the way he spoke made me feel like he had a massive chip on his shoulder about being smarter than everyone else. Luca was another short guy at just a few inches over five feet. “I’m studying astronomy and am curious to see if their solar system matches up with ours! Also, I’m really interested in their current planetary colonization efforts!” Liam was another computer nerd studying computer engineering and claimed he was interested in learning about the other world’s chipmaking processes. I shook my head, knowing my mom was as far along with following their technology as anyone would ever be. He was just above five-and-a-half feet himself. Something about how he carried himself told me he was at least a moderately well-trained fighter. The final girl before me was Willow Kastner, one of our oldest members at twenty-two, who was just a smidge over five feet in height and overweight. She was an art major, and the bright blue hair she wore went well against the other odd colors in our group. Finally, I stood myself, “I’m Connor Slane. I’m twenty and dual majoring in Computer Science and Filmmaking. My mom went to undergrad at Emerson, and I’m looking forward to experiencing the more advanced filmmaking technologies there!” Doctor Owens gave me a warm smile, “Thank you, Connor.” Then, he stood and turned to the rest of the group as he activated a projection screen at the front of the hall. ‘Dimensional Exchange Briefing’ was the title of the first slide. “We will all receive an additional briefing on the other side at Emerson, but we have been strongly suggested to brief you all in advance of the many things you need to be aware of in the other dimension. First, for transportation, we will be using the university portal that you can just walk through. A conveyor belt will transport your luggage to a parallel portal beside you when you arrive. Meanwhile, you will step straight through one yourself.” “What’s it feel like?” Mila, the short girl who wanted to study early childhood education, asked. “A bit like a rollercoaster and airplane ride… but not. You may or may not end up nauseous from the trip. We have been advised that it can be a bit better if you close your eyes just before you walk through.” He paused, looking for other questions. Tatum waved at him, “Is it true we may shrink as we go through?” “Shrink or grow…” he said. “Most people shrink, but it seems random and is still being studied. It’s part of why in a few minutes before we go through, you will all be measured and weighed here, and then same on the Emerson side.” “How short do people get…?” The shortest girl, Amy, asked. “It just depends,” he said. “You can end up pretty short,” I told her myself. “My mom, on her second trip through, ended up under forty inches in height.” “That’s a toddler in our world!” Mila said. I nodded, “Yes!” “No worries of you shrinking that far?” Asher said. I shrugged, “Who knows…?” “May I continue?” Doctor Owens asked impatiently. “Yes, sir,” several people said. “Good! Once you make it through, there will be a medical examination to ensure nothing has gone awry with your health. There isn’t anything expected, so this is more of a routine checkup for visitors. One of Emerson’s hospital staff doctors will administer this, overseen by Doctor Benson for your protection.” He looked around as if waiting for questions but moved on. “You’ll be reunited and assigned a dorm at that time.” “Why haven’t we already been assigned?” Asher, the only person close to my height, asked. “Due to the randomness of height changes, it was suggested we wait. If, for instance, you are below six feet in height here, you might find yourself taller than that there. On the other hand, you could also likely be above six feet here and be shorter there.” I squirmed at that thought, “In either case, they find it’s best to have people separated by height in dorms due to the dimension’s extremes in height. If you were shorter and trying to use a sink or shower in the Big dorms, you may not be able to reach, for instance.” “So, we may end up in the Little dorms?” I found myself asking. “Yes,” he said to me. “I know you had tried to make some alternate arrangements there with family, Connor, but they insist that our group stay on campus in the normal dorm arrangements, so you get the full experience.” “With family?” the girl next to me, Willow, whispered. I nodded, “I’ll tell you later.” “So back to arrival… Once you’re assigned a dorm, an RA will collect you and help you get settled into your room. If there are any issues, you will be able to contact Doctor Benson or me, and we’ll try and help negotiate a solution. Please note, though, that per the agreements you signed, Emerson has full rights to assign you the dorms of their choice.” I felt my stomach squirm at this, knowing some of the stories Mom had told me about her friends. “That should take us to just before lunch, I believe, when our group will meet up for a quick lunch meeting with one of the deans. They will schedule a couple of meetings after that with you, and then you’re supposed to meet with your assigned advisor before dinner. After dinner, you’ll be able to finish getting settled, and then you’ll have the next four days, including the weekend, to acclimatize and be ready for classes to start on Monday.” “What about books?” Noah asked. “Everything will be on a tablet assigned to you, is my understanding. Emerson has already arranged digital copies of textbooks so that you don’t even need to go to the bookstore.” “And for other items we need?” Liam asked. “There’s a bookstore on campus and a nearby mall. You can get a ride on their carshare system to get clothes or anything you need.” “Wait, will any of our clothes fit on the other side?” Mila asked, suddenly panicked. He shrugged, “My understanding is that it’s hit or miss. The university has promised to provide funds for you to purchase up to two weeks of clothes as needed to get you by if the ones you bring don’t fit. Whatever you wear through the portal should size down or up with you.” There were a few other inane questions and some nervous questions then too. The portals had been open now for forty years, but travel through them was still not a commonplace thing. In the past twenty years, there had been many scandals and incidents with adoption policies in the other dimension that had all but eliminated any non-government official travel until about five years ago when the tourist companies had finally been allowed to restart. “A few other reminders before we get to our last checks here. Please remember we are guests at their university and must follow their rules and procedures. Failure to do so may mean you are removed from the program.” I grimaced at that, knowing that probably didn’t include a trip back home. “You have been granted a special student visa for your semester that gives you some rights that are near diplomatic immunity but not fully considered that. I highly recommend that you don’t depend on that to get you out of trouble, though! They’ll go over the university rules and procedures with us themselves when we get there. Please know that you have one date home through their portal at the end of the semester; you must come home on that date. You can’t come home before or after that day.” I found my palms sweaty at that statement; it was very much what Mom had dealt with. ‘I’m only going for the semester; I can figure out things and get back here!’ I thought to myself. ‘And if it’s a one-way trip… Well, Mom and Mama still have my sisters.’ I jolted back when I heard, “No more questions? Then let’s get moving to the portal!” I stood up alongside the others and pulled my luggage along. We were led to an elevator and a sub-basement where I heard rumors about a test nuclear reactor for the physics department. There had always been security guards around the entrances, so I figured it was true. ‘I wonder if there’s that and the portal, or it’s just been a diversion from the portal…?’ Unsure of how deep we were underground, I couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous as I followed the group down a fairly old-feeling concrete-walled hallway. We made a few turns before coming into a larger open room with two shimmering portals. One had a conveyor belt running into it, and the other was being used by someone walking through it just then. “Good afternoon, I’m Professor Menger, and I run the operations here for the portal. First, we need you all to leave your non-carry luggage on the belt before following Doctor Lethbridge into that side room. Then, we’ll document your height and weight measurements there before you come out here and walk through one at a time to the other dimension.” I noticed the professor seemed to be a bit freakishly tall, as he was even taller than I was! ‘A Mid or an Amazon from the other side…?’ I wondered. I followed the group forward and ended up midway in the line. Avery was declared ‘Five-foot nine, one-hundred-thirty-seven pounds’ as she slid her slip-on shoes back onto her feet. “Next?” The man said. “Name?” “Connor Slane…” I told him, looking up into his face. I noted that he was one of the very few people I had met that I had to do that with! “Please take your shoes off and step onto the scale,” he told me. I stood on a metal plate with the digital readout you could see above it. A moment later, a laser flashed and measured my height while my weight was checked by the scale. “Six feet, six-and-a-half-inches, one hundred-seventy pounds.” He loudly announced to the technician taking notes in the system. “You can put your shoes back on and rejoin the group.” He told me, “Good luck over there.” I looked up at him and wondered if there was a double meaning with that statement but muttered, “Thanks…” to him as I strolled out to meet the others. ‘I wonder why they’re really collecting the data?’ I thought as I moved closer to the portal with everyone. There was a nervous quiet that had descended upon the group. Surely the others had heard of the stories… all true, according to Mom! Finally, we were all lined back up and told, “Take a deep breath and close your eyes as you pass through. We’ve found that it tends to keep your chances of feeling motion sick down.” One at a time, I watched as the first five of our group, led by Doctor Owens, stepped through. The light was shimmering as I approached it, and I knew I had this last chance to go back… I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and stepped into the portal, feeling a strange static sensation pass over my body. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ So we were editing this and discovered my first chapter was a little on the long side... Almost an extra chapter longer. So I've rearranged a couple chapters, and decided you get to see this early. I'll be posting Chapter 2 on Tuesday, then it'll be at least that Monday before I'll be able to post the next chapter due to some travel/lack of privacy. Hope you enjoy it! I'm astounded by the number of comments a Prologue got, and hope you all continue to enjoy! Please press the 'Like' button and let me know what you think! How about now? ?

Of course I noticed it. But such bad puns are not paid attention to. That would have been a completely unnecessary exchange.

Oh, I thought Riley was the Admin. I really like @Protectionwe had a chat before and she's a very nice individual. I hope whatever admin chased her away was properly dealt with.

Red Queen / Mamabug is creating ABDL stories/podcasts | Patreon Here is the next chapter ❤️ Chapter Three “Why are you doing this?” Daniel finally found the courage to say as he pushed himself up from her lap and stared at her right in the eyes. She shrugged her shoulders, taking her hand and sweeping her hair behind her ear. “Because I want to. I always thought you would make a cute baby – and I was right.” “B-but, I’m not!” She laughed and jammed a finger onto his bottom, “your diaper says differently. Look how tiny you are.” “I’m not tiny,” he whimpered, his cheeks a fiery red, “you’re just huge!” “I don’t think like that,” Emmy said, “I went to an all-girls school, so for me, you’re just tiny.” He opened his mouth to say something but closed it right up. “I was so excited to meet you again after all these years,” Emmy continued, “I remember when we used to play as kids.” Daniel wasn’t sure what to say at this point; he twisted his body as he looked away from her. Honestly, he was trying his best to keep his bladder under control, but it was difficult. His mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol. “Stop fighting,” Emmy said with a sigh as if she was starting to get annoyed, “use the diaper. That is what it’s for.” “I’m not a baby,” he repeated. Emmy laughed, “you can try to hold it – but eventually, you’re going to fail.” She stood up from the couch, “I’m going to clean the kitchen; you may watch some TV if you like. When I get back, I suspect that diaper will be full.” She left him there, and he sunk his head into the large couch, wanting to scream or cry. Why was this happening? What did she plan to do with him? He was almost afraid to find out when she was next to him, her voice was soft and caring, but just beneath the surface, he could feel her raw powder if he dares disobey her. As soon as she got off the couch, he had begun to lose the battle, and it wasn’t long before he felt the rush of the warm pee fill up the diaper, swelling up all around him. He whimpered as he tried to stop the flow, but he knew it was helpless. Daniel didn’t put the TV on; he was too embarrassed; he just sat there with his face on the couch, not moving. Even though he was lying still, the feeling of the wet diaper was too much to avoid. He wanted to rip it off of him, but Emmy stopped him from doing so – what kind of punishment would he receive if he did such a thing? He was an adult; in fact, he was older than her! He should be able to leave whenever he wanted. She couldn’t keep him like this. With the newfound courage, he ripped the diaper off of him, dropping it to the floor before darting to his room. The door was locked. He wanted to cry out. Why wouldn’t he be surprised that she would lock him out of his room? Not only is that where all his clothes were, but it’s also where his laptop and phone too. “Is everything okay?” He heard Emmy calling from the kitchen, but he didn’t answer. How could he answer? He wasn’t really in the right state to say anything. He knew if she caught him, he would be in trouble. He made his way back into the living room, being as quiet as he could, but it was too late. “What is going on?” Daniel froze as he looked up to see Emmy standing there, her arms crossed. “What is going on?” She repeated herself, but it was a rhetorical question as Daniel was currently standing there next to the very wet diaper that he had pulled off him. Any confidence he had just a moment ago was shed away, and he was standing there as white as a ghost, petrified of what was going to happen. “You were trying to escape,” Emmy said, pointing out the obvious, “you’re in big trouble now.” “I’m sorry,” Daniel said, almost feeling as if he was going to cry, “please don’t punish me.” “It’s too late,” Emmy said, “you give me no choice. You disobeyed me.” “But, I’ll do anything,” Daniel said. He could see her eye twitch as she stared at him, her foot tapping against the ground. Her voice was calm and collected, but he could sense the rage inside of her. She was furious, and he was about to feel the full wrath of it. “Lay down,” she commanded of him, and he was laying down on the couch in an instant. “I’ll be right back,” she replied, “do not go anywhere – or this will be worst for you.” He stayed like that for what seemed like forever before she soon returned with a roll of tape. What was she going to do? She then grabbed the diaper that he ripped off and put it back on him, taping it back up! The diaper was now cool, and it wasn’t comfortable to wear. “You’re not done yet,” she said, picking him up; he wasn’t sure what she was going to do to him. He felt his face turn white, being thrown around like a little boy when he was a grown man. She placed him down in a corner, pressing his face against it. How humiliating! “You are going to stand here for as long as I say,” she repeated, “when I feel like you learned your lesson, I will let you leave….but that is not all.” Of course, it wouldn’t; the first time she spanked him, did he really think he would have to sit in the corner for a bit, and that was all? He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he heard something as she pulled the back of his diaper out and dropped something inside. Instantly something was buzzing against his dick and balls, and he wiggled around – it was a vibrator. He bit his lip; what was she doing? “I want to collect you,” she said with a laugh, “have fun.” Her words were filled with joy, for she knew the torture he was in, but did she realize how much torture? He was a virgin, after all! He twisted and turned, pressing his legs together. He had never felt anything as intense as this before. He wanted to cry out, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to seem weak in front of her. He soon felt her presence disappear as he was forced to stay there for who knows how long. His dick was pressed up against the wet diaper, and he hated to admit to himself that he enjoyed the feeling of it, including the vibrator. This was the most intense feeling he had ever felt before. It wasn’t long before his knees were weak. He pressed his hand and head against the wall to give him support, so he didn’t fall over. He grunted and moaned as he felt like he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He let out a small cry, crumbling to the ground, as he came into the diaper. A few minutes later, he felt a hand wrap around his shoulder and lift him. “I didn’t tell you to sit down.” “I’m sorry,” he said, breathing heavily, “I couldn’t hold it any longer…” “You’re pathetic,” she said, “what are you, some virgin? You didn’t even last…” she stopped, and then she started to laugh. He wanted to hide away from her. “You are a virgin!” She shouted out, “Oh, you poor thing.” “Stop it,” he mumbled under his breath, “It’s by choice…” “Sure it is,” she said as she crossed her arms, “no wonder you are so easy to please…you’ve never been touched before.” He opened his mouth to speak, but he shut it again. He couldn’t argue with her; it was true. He had never had sex before. There was one time he got somewhat close, but it didn’t work out; he got too scared. He was ashamed of himself. “Don’t worry,” Emmy said with a giggle as she reached down and patted his diapered bottom, which was beginning to droop, “I’ll take good care of you.” “What do you mean by that?” “Who knows,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “you’ll have to wait and see, but for now…I think you were punished enough. Let me get you changed out of this diaper.” She picked him up, wrapping his legs around her waist as if he was a little kid. His whole body was burning as she carried him into the nursery. She must have been pretty strong to hold him up like that, and he felt like a child. He buried his head into her shoulder, hiding his redden face until she laid him down on the nursery to change him. She pulled off the wet diaper, looking inside to see the mess he created. “You came a lot,” she said with a laugh, “but I suppose that isn’t too surprising anymore.” He didn’t say a word as she grabbed some wipes and began to clean him up, holding his legs high in the sky. This was more embarrassing than the time he was first put into the diaper. “Almost done,” Emmy said, grabbing one last wipe making sure he was clean before grabbing another huge and fluffy diaper and placing it beneath Daniel. Daniel wiggled about as she poured the powder onto his bottom before taping him up. “All nice and clean,” she said with a giggle, and then she asked, “have you ever even touched a woman before?” “A little,” he said, not wanting to answer such private conversations. “Have you seen a woman naked before?” “Y-yes!” He said, although it was such a long time ago, and briefly, he wondered if it even counted. “Good boy,” she said with a smile, “I have a special treat for you then.” He gave her an odd look, and suddenly she was pulling her dress straps down, revealing her pink bra; he quickly looked away. “It’s okay,” she told him as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting her large breast break free from their hold. Since they were so large, they weren’t that perky, they hung a bit low, but they are massive, probably the biggest pair of breasts he saw on a woman. His eyes weren’t able to look away from the glorious sight, and he felt his tongue wet his dry lips as he stared at him. “Do you like it?” She asked, giving a slight pose. “Y-yes…” he said. “I’ll tell you what, I actually can lactate,” she said with a smile, “so my sweet little cousin is going to be able to nurse off of me and fill up that tummy.” “W-what?” He said, feeling his face grow warm. “I’m going to feed you,” Emmy said a bit more bluntly now as she picked him back up, he felt his body against her breast, and he felt like he was going to faint. There was no way he was going to breastfeed! But, he didn’t have much choice; she had so much power over him, he was helpless. She brought him back into the living room and sat on the couch, letting him lay across her lap as she forced a nipple into his mouth. It took a second, but he was afraid of the punishment that he started to suckle; it wasn’t long before he felt the milk fill his mouth as he swallowed. As he was cradled in his arms, she began to pat his diapered bottom, which was somewhat comforting as he suckled on her. He closed his eyes, feeling a sense of euphoria filling up his body, letting go of everything, including his bladder…

I do think about it when diapered. But really wonder and find myself driving more careful when I get locked in diapers and leave the keys at home. Or if I am brave and go out with a onsie underneath my clothes and over my diapers.

Man, being part of the ABDL community is great. Where else would someone think it’s cute that I’m legitimately still in diapers at my age or that I’m cool because I pee my pants? ?