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Scene #202 “Daffy,” someone sang to me. “Daaaaaaffffy. I think you’ve slept in long enough.” O friggin fine. I rolled over and greeted her with, “Urrrrrrrrrrrrf!” “How are you still sleepy? You’ve been asleep for ten hours.” “No circadian rhythm shaming.” I’m not a morning person, and I’m not an evening person. I thrive between eleven in the morning and one in the afternoon. I’m a mid-day person, one of The Lunch People. Rare is the day Mary lets me sleep past eight, something about not sleeping our lives away and liking it when we’re both awake and corporate productivity and stuff and things. She let me sleep in cuz we have a party to go to, and while I think I’m the life of the party, she claims (she just makes stuff up, really) lives of the party don’t fall asleep on the host’s bed no matter how well they know the host. I mean, it was one time! She never lets me live stuff down. She does, however, have a point about how me sleeping in doesn’t actually make me more energized. Hence my waking groan. “Are you feeling okay?” Mary bent down to put her lips on my forehead. I don’t know how effective that is as a way to check for a fever, but it ends in a kiss and I like it and stuff. “Yeah. Do I really have to get up?” “Yeah.” “Does Suzie really hafta get it? Surely you wouldn’t make the dog get up.” And if the dog was to stay peacefully asleep, surely I needed to stay right by her side snuggled up together. Dogs are warm. I mean, Mary is a better and more considerate sleeping companion, but Suzie is in her adolescent stage and has turned into the floofiest stuffy. “Suzie can do what she likes,” Mary said and with a whoosh pulled the covers down. Suzie gave Mary a look that, had I given it, I would’ve gotten my tail paddled for (which is a thing that’s happened before and how can a look be quote ‘massively disrespectful, majorly bratty, and unacceptable’ unquote; I ask and I answer, it can’t because reasons; really). She got up, shook herself all over, and went to find another place to sleep. “If you stay in bed,” Mary said, “how are you gonna get that soggy diaper changed? Unless you like soggy diapers. Is that it?” I am so giving her the look but hiding it behind my poker face right now. “About that, Mary? How many times do I hafta say I don’t like diapers, I don’t need diapers, and I only wear them for you?” “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the scent of overnight weewee.” “Frumpeter nursherder!” “But seriously, you stink.” “What the heck kind of good morning is this? Is it Be Mean To Daffy Day again, cuz I hate those days.” “It’s Give Daffy a Morning Bath Day because you smell like dog and pee.” “The only thing that (sniff-sniff) … Okay.” “Ha!” What do you think she meant by that? “Bet you can’t carry me,” I said cheekily. “Like a little girl?” “I was thinking more like a queen, but I’ll settle for bride carried over the threshold.” “Of the bathroom.” “Of the bathroom, yes.” That’s where we were going. She’s so silly sometimes. “Don’t think I can carry you, but how about being spank-marched?” “Ooo, good idea. Yes please.” I propelled myself to my feet with a helping hand from Mary. She’s so romantic and stuff: she twisted my arm behind my back and swatted my butt all twelve steps to the bathroom. Liking my butt is probably the first thing we knew we had in common, what with her yanking me over her knee at a play party before we even knew each other’s names. “I’m going to run the bath, just in case there’s anything you’d like to do in that diaper before you get in the tub.” “I don’t even know what you’re hinting at. And I don’t ‘want’ to do anything in this diaper.” I’d just rather do it in the diaper than in the tub, but that’s not even a free choice cuz Mary is big and strong and in charge of me. I mean, I guess I could pee in the tub, but ew. “Uh-huh,” was all Mary said. She put her hand under the running water cuz she’s love me too much to scald me and she … “Hey!” … groped me. And you know what she said? Well, I’ll tell you what she said. She said, “If what’s coming out of you is 98.6, I’d guess the bath water is 105, 110.” “(Embarrassed kitten noises).” She should really be careful with that kind of humiliation in the bathroom. If I faint and hit my head it’ll be her fault. What happened, the paramedics will ask. I made fun of her diaper, Mary will say. And even if I’m dead I’ll die of embarrassment all over again. It’ll be really upsetting for everyone. “Are you done making tinkles?” “(Whimpering wombat noises).” Is she trying to kill me!?! “Ya know how neither of us is into degradation,” Mary asked rhetorically as she untaped her diaper (unequivocally hers; I just happened to be holding it for her using only my hips). “What do you think it means that I think it’s hot that you smell like pee like a subby little bedwetter?” I’m a very smart, insightful woman. In a past life, I was the only Oracle of Delphi who didn’t need drugs to come up with answers in riddle form. I taught Steven Hawking everything he knew. Reinhard Nielbuhr never could follow my reasoning yet could only agree in stunned silence with my conclusions. I know stuff. And things. Things like how much we (me and Mary, that is; RIP ol’ Reiny) would regret knowing the answer to her question. That’s how insightful I am - I didn’t even need to know the answer to know we’d both regret it. See, it’s like going to restaurant with a cuisine you’ve never had before: if it looks funny and smells funny and has a name you can’t pronounce and you’re enjoying it, never, ever ask ‘what’s in it?’ Because once you know the answer, it doesn’t taste good anymore. I’m just saying, Mary and I had been, ahem, dining on each other for years. Let’s not yuck our own yums, ya know? “If I let you finger me in the bathtub, can we not answer that question?” SMACK! “Ow! For fuck’s …” “SMACK!!! “OW!” “Language, young lady. You’d better not plan on talking that way in front of the other guests tonight. In the tub.” “What have we said about spanking the front,” I harrumphed as I got in the tub with a tingling sting I didn’t hate. “That I decide when, why, how, and where you get spanked, whether that’s on your American fanny in public or your British fanny right before your bath.” So she does remember. Drat. “Well, I’m not British.” “Yeah, but when I call it your pu…” “Lalala sensitive … “Little ears. Exactly, you do that. And you’re lucky you’re not British. Do you know what they do to gingers over there?” “Even daywalkers like me?” “Even daywalkers.” I took my right heel and planted it on the edge of the tub. “Wash, slave girl.” Ooo, Mary’s if-it-wouldn’t-get-water-everywhere-I’d-yank-you-out-of-the-tub-and-paddle-you-purple face. “I swear, if it wouldn’t make a mess yanking you right out of that tub, the bath brush would be off the wall and your butt would be purple already.” We know each other so well! Soul mates! “Uh-huh,” I said and (get this) handed her the soap. And you know what she did? Well, I’ll tell you what she did. She took the soap and made it sudsy and started running it in long strokes up and down my leg. Sigh. “You,” she said in an attempt to salvage her defeat (cuz who won that exchange? Well, I’ll tell you who won that exchange: me. I won that exchange), “are like living with a teenager some times.” “Cuz I’m so full of life?” “Cuz it’s a pain getting you out of bed, and when I finally do, you’re the biggest smartass.” “The biggest? So I get a prize, right?” “O, you’ll get a prize alright, but I’m gonna save it for Brenna’s tonight.” “Is it a dinner party or a play party?” “Have you ever been to a dinner party at Brenna’s that didn’t turn into a play party? Gimme your other leg.” “It’s so sexy when you demand parts of my body.” “I own you body and soul, Daffodil. I have a contract to that effect.” “It was just a valentine.” “Binding contract the moment you signed it.” I was going to contest her understanding of our state’s contract laws, but the soap (and Mary’s arm up to her elbow) disappeared under the water and made me go, “Eep!” “Been a while since we went to a party,” Mary said. “Have you thought about what you’ll do differently this time?” Huh? “Was I … supposed to? And different from what?” “So you don’t remember standing in timeout in Brenna’s living room and me saying your red hot butt was to make sure you’ll make better choices next time?” I’m a very busy woman. It’s unfair to expect me to remember things like that. I mean, my days are just packed! I … make lunch, and do dishes. Take care of the dog. Go to the grocery store. I mean, um, there are only 168 hours in a week, and every last one of them is mine to do with as I please, but I still have lots of pressing … I was probably crying when I acknowledged Mary’s admonishment, and I’m always getting in trouble at those parties and doesn’t that just prove that Mary’s style of discipline is ineffective? In fact, I’ve long had my suspicions that it’s really an elaborate sex thing anyway, but Mary is so earnest when she says it’s not, and it’s not like people ever lie about sex, right? Mary never would cuz she’s all upstanding and prim and proper and stuff. Really. Even if she does use the p-word to describe a certain part of my anatomy. Really. “Do you even remember what you did to earn that spanking,” Mary asked me. O puh-leaze. Just cuz I woke up in a diaper doesn’t mean I was born yesterday. “Do you even remember what I did?” “… You’re mouthy today.” Ha! Bluff: called. “And you’re a subject changer.” “Just tell me what you’re going to try to do tonight.” “I’m gonna try to get along with Jane and Tommy.” Jane, for those of you new to perv-reading my diary, is my bestie/a bratty little who always manages to get me in trouble, and Tommy is a little/pain in the ass who has a special talent for getting on my last nerve and killing it with fire. I don’t know what I did to get in trouble at Brenna’s last party, but I can be positive one or both of them started it. “And not roll your eyes like you just did, and come tell me if the other littles aren’t being nice to you.” “…thinks she so subtle,” I mumbled. “And give Ann and Jo a chance. I know you don’t like adding people to our group, but they’e super nice and Brenna wanted to meet them.” “Explain to me again what’s wrong with me resenting them and wanting things to stay the way they are,” I said without pouting even a little bit. If you ever hear otherwise, punch them in the sternum and tell them Tommy told you to.

I think the point people are making is having kinks ot fetishes are fine but if people force that into other people's faces it becomes an issue. Kink shaming isn't the same as recommending respect for individual boundaries. Perhaps think of it this way, how would you feel if a fetish you were completely uncomfortable with was forcefully thrust in your face, probably not great. Respecting people's right not to be forcibly exposed to an unwanted fetish is just common courtesy, a far cry from kink shaming.

{Magically appears out of thin air}. Why hello! Bedwetting is one of those elusive things that either seems to come easily and early on, or it’s a struggle and takes forever. You’d think it would be correlated to your level of daytime control. And while thats true to a degree, it’s not always the case. Not only that, but even for bedwetters, some people like myself will soak through a Megamax with a booster overnight while others can get away with little more than an ATN. In other words… don’t stress if you’re doing all the right things and making great progress (regress?) during the day and are bone dry at night. It may be that’s just the way it is for you. Rest assured there are babies out there who are nowhere near being potty trained who wake up dry. The other thing I would add is that there seems to be a progression in the way bedwetting comes about. At first you wake up and pee and go right back to sleep. With time you start peeing as you’re waking up, and then right before you wake up and eventually after months you pee in a twilight phase where you’re half asleep. And eventually you sleep right through it. So if you’re an aspiring bedwetter (that’s probably the first time in history those two words have ever been used together!) and you wake up with the urge to pee, simply relax your bladder and roll over and go back to sleep, knowing you’re already on your way.

Chapter 5: Emerald Castle ‘UMM...’ I THOUGHT in my head. ‘Who are you?’ ‘I told you last night, Caireen.’ ‘And… you’re inside my head?’ ‘Your body. You bonded with me last night.’ ‘Oh...’ I thought. ‘So, I guess I’m an avatar?’ ‘I believe that’s what your people call it,’ she agreed, and somehow, I could sense she was nodding. ‘So you can act without me wanting you to?’ I asked. ‘Most of the time, no, but right now, I couldn’t help myself. In fact,’ I felt Caireen do something, and suddenly my walls, bed, desk, dresser, and clothes all seemed to transform. The walls became a light purple with some beautiful scrolling leaves and flowers in some sort of mirror paint. My bed became a crib, the dresser a changing table, and the room straightened everything to a neat order. It was a prettier nursery than Mom had done for Lily - which had taken us months to do! “Sofia Elizabeth,” Mom said to me while looking stunned. ‘How am I going to prove I didn’t do this!?!’ ‘Let me talk to her...’ There was something akin to a light switch thrown, and I felt like I was now watching my body. “Sofia did not do this, Mrs. Hammerstein,” came from my body with a much more mature voice somehow coming from my vocal cords. “What did you do to my daughter?” Mom asked, panicked, “Is she okay?” “She’s perfectly fine. You may call me Caireen. Your daughter and I bonded last night… I saw she would die without my help, but she has so much potential I decided I had to help her… In the process, she and I ended up bonding.” I felt my eyes move around, “She’s going to take back over now; I just don’t want her to get in trouble. She really needed a pretty nursery, though.” I felt myself take back over again and, at the same time, could still feel her presence. ‘You’re still here?’ I asked. ‘Until you die, sweet pea,’ she said with a voice that seemed to smile. ‘I’ll talk to you later; your mommy is worried sick.’ “Sofia, are you okay?” I nodded, “I am; it’s exactly like she said happened.” “You’re not trying to get out of trouble?” “I wish I could be this imaginative to get out of trouble,” I sighed. Mom had a scared and shaken look that she managed to shake her head and ask in a mostly normal voice, “Well… still want your bottle?” I nodded. Mom carried me to the rocking chair, positioned me in her arm’s crook, handed me the warm bottle, and then began to read the story. “Once upon a time...” I stayed awake for half of the story. I had to rely upon my memory of telling Lily to remember how it ended! ALMOST AS SOON as I fell asleep, I was standing in a green meadow with flowers and gigantic, beautiful butterflies everywhere. It was a spectacular view when I turned around and saw a stone castle that looked even prettier than anything in a Disney fairytale movie! “Like it?” I heard her ask. “It’s beautiful!” I told her as I looked up to view a beautiful red-headed lady with emerald green eyes like mine. Her eyes had a twinkle to them that said she was friendly but with just a hint of mischievousness concealed beneath. She seemed like a giant compared to my size, but I guessed she was probably under six feet tall. I recognized the voice as Caireen’s and knew this must be her. “Where are we?” “Ireland,” she said with a smile, and I finally caught the accent I had somehow overlooked in all of the weirdness from the previous night. “Are we really here?” She shook her head, “This is real, but it’s in your dreams. There are some Native American tribes here in America that have similar ideas, but this is where I’ve always come to relax and meet with others in the past.” She paused. “So… umm… Who or what exactly are you?” I asked. She reached down and picked me up. I noticed I was wearing a beautiful green dress from sometime before the 1900s. Actually, it wasn’t too far removed from what Merida’s dress in Brave looked like. As she picked me up, I could still tell there was thicker underwear on me. I sighed at that. She took her finger and brought my face to look up at hers, “Don’t be sad. I’m not sure if you’ll be able to get to that stage of maturity or not again myself, but even if you don’t, at least it looks normal for you to be wearing diapers.” Caireen carried me towards the castle, and I once again asked, “Who are you?” “Well, that’s complicated,” she stalled, “but I was known in ancient Ireland as the Goddess and Protector of Children.” I sat there and mentally thought, ‘oh shit!’ “It’s okay, Sofia; I will not harm you.” “Joining with you caused me to become a baby?” I asked timidly. “No, you were on your way to that on your own. But, I sensed you calling for someone to help and couldn’t help but fall in love with the baby girl I saw you would become.” She smiled at me as we crossed through the gates of the castle. “So…?” “So I saw you needed my help to survive both your change and your future. I also saw that in doing so, you would help me save many children from suffering in the future. You are the kind of person I have encountered only a few times in my existence.” “How long have you existed?” I asked her timidly. She smiled, “You should know better than to ask a girl how old she is!” Her voice said she was amused and not angry… even though she didn’t answer the question. As we passed through the castle, it felt weird that there were no people there, even though it appeared as if an army of servants were at work at all times maintaining it. She eventually reached a massive hall door and walked through with me. Next, she climbed a spiraling staircase that was terrifying to me in my current size. They seemed to go on forever. Eventually, she opened a wooden doorway that opened to a nursery. A round crib and other decorations for a baby in the past decorated the room. She then sat me down on a table that had to be a changing table. “Hold your skirts here, sweetie,” she told me, and I had my view blocked by the very puffy skirts and underskirts. She unpinned the diapers and pinned a new one on me before setting me on the ground and joining me on a bearskin rug. “So, what are we doing here?” “Well, in the future, you and I will be doing some training here.” “What kind of training?” I asked. “Magic, of course, silly,” she told me while touching my nose affectionately. “There will be teachers for you in your world, especially if you can go to that school, Bechtel, but our magic operates differently from most of your kind. The only kind that is very similar is the Sidhe.” “The Sidhe?” I asked. We sat talking for what seemed a long time as she told me about the crazy world that existed out there. Eventually, she saw me sucking on my thumb and said, “Oh my dear, we’ve been going a long time. It’s time for you to take your nap!” For the first time in my life, I didn’t remember arguing about a nap. She picked me up and laid me down in the pretty crib. “Sleep well, princess.” I WOKE UP with sunlight coming into the room. I could tell it was extraordinarily bright due to the snow outside, which had mostly been a forgotten thing to me. I sat up and freaked out for a moment. ‘Why are there bars around me?’ I thought and then realized, ‘oh...’ I stood up and wondered what I should do when the door opened and Mom came in. “Oh, so the sleepyhead decided to wake up finally?” She asked me. “Huh?” “It’s nearly eleven,” she told me. “Really?” “Your sister wanted to wake you up to play, but I told her you needed to recover.” “I probably did,” I admitted. Then, I put my hands up in the air, “Can you get me out of this cage, please?” She laughed. I noticed that the crib seemed taller than Lily’s old one by a couple inches. I could just graze the top of the rails with my fingertips, but I would have to jump to grab on. She reached down, picked me up, and immediately took me over to the changing table that had appeared last night. “You know I’m probably the only girl in existence that sleeps in a crib, but her baby sister doesn’t?” Mom laughed at me again. “Do you think Caireen would let you sleep in a regular bed?” ‘No,’ I heard. I sighed, “No, she won’t.” “Well then… I guess that’ll just be the first thing your baby sister does before you.” She admitted as she unzipped my sleeper. “Sit up,” she said, and I was stripped from the outfit down to my diaper. My very wet diaper. I sighed, “This is embarrassing.” As I woke up, it really was becoming increasingly annoying to me. “Here, maybe this will help,” she said and put a pacifier in my mouth. I would have loved to have claimed it wasn’t helping, but the truth was that it did. Mom quickly and efficiently changed me into a dry diaper and asked, “So, what do you want to wear today?” I shrugged and said around the pacifier, “What are my options?” It sort of sounded like that was enough for Mom to interpret. She picked me up and walked to the closet, where I learned Caireen had been very efficient. My entire wardrobe was filled with adorable dresses that I suspected would be sized perfectly for me. I noticed a green one that looked like the one in my dream last night, or whatever that was, and pointed at it. “Dat one!” She pulled the hanger down, and we discovered it had a matching diaper cover. “Probably should have some tights too,” mom said and went looking for some tights to match in a dresser drawer that had obviously also been a target for Caireen. She looked for a few moments before deciding on a set of black tights. They had some sort of leaves in a shiny gold stitch embroidered. Mom sat me back down on the changing table edge and began helping put my toes in the tights. Then, she had me lay back down before she pulled them the rest of the way up over my diaper and set me down on the ground. “Okay, let’s step into these panties,” she told me. “Mom, it’s a diaper cover, not even real panties,” I groaned. She smirked at me, “Well, at least between the tights and the cover, you might not have your diaper seen later?” I stuck my tongue out at her. “Okay, now arms like a ballerina!” She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but giggle a little that she kept saying that to make me smile. Once she lowered the dress onto my body, I discovered it had a petticoat built in to puff it out. Mom tied a bow on the sash in the back, then went back to the dresser for some ribbons, and had me sit on her lap in the rocking chair. She looked at my hair, trying to decide what to do. Finally, her hands took off and made a simple set of braided pigtails with bows. “You just need a tiara,” Mom said with a smile as she looked at me. ‘I can’t see myself getting one of those...’ I thought to myself. ‘But of course, you will.’ I heard in my head. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I called you princess last night; that wasn’t the endearment term used here in your modern world.’ “What?” I asked, stunned, dropping my pacifier from my mouth. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” Mom asked in alarm. “Umm… just something Caireen said, Mom, don’t worry about it.” ‘So, I have a tiara in that world?’ ‘Actually, you should have it here too; let me just bring it out.’ There was another flash, and then in my hands, I held a beautiful me-sized tiara. It looked to be a material like silver, but somehow, I guessed it wasn’t really silver… A large emerald rested in the middle, with two slightly smaller emeralds on either side. Intricate curves and flowers with pearls decorated the rest of it. Mom gasped. “What is that?” I sighed, “Apparently, you may call Lily and I ‘princesses’ mom, but I really AM a princess. Still trying to figure out how that one works, though.” ‘I have a feeling this is priceless?’ ‘Yes, Sofia, it is very priceless. It has been in the royal family for forty-five of your human generations.’ ‘You can tell me the story tonight?’ I asked. ‘Certainly, now try it on?’ I handed it to my mom, “Would you please put it on me?” She held it for a moment and examined it. “This isn’t a toy, is it?” I shook my head, “Caireen’s words were that it’s priceless.” “Maybe we should just put it somewhere safe…?” ‘Tell your mother that as long as you have it on your head, it will never unwillingly come off. Also, it will reappear to you if it ever gets lost or stolen.’ ‘Cool!’ “Mom, Caireen says don’t worry about it… basically, you can’t remove it from my head if I don’t want you to, and if someone does steal it, I’ll get it back later.” “O...okay,” Mom said, and she did put it on me. She instantly gasped and hugged me. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart!” “Can you take me to the bathroom so I can see?” I asked. “Shoes first!” she said. She carried me to the closet on her hip and found some black Mary Janes that would go with the dress well. She set me down and helped me into them, picked me back up, and then I was standing in front of the mirror on the bathroom counter, looking at my reflection. “Oh my god...dess,” I decided I should add the last part at this point. ‘You do look perfect, princess,’ I heard Caireen say. I was the picture-perfect toddler and tiara girl, but I wasn’t fake with it. I looked like I legitimately belonged to a royal family and was being taken somewhere formal with the family. The tiara shone from my head, and I couldn’t help but smile at how pretty I was. I turned around and hugged Mom. “Thank you for doing my hair.” “Well, in the future, we’ll have to do something different with your tiara. It’s not a formal enough style. Let’s go down and show your sister?” She asked me. I kind of froze for a moment but nodded. “Lily’s going to be jealous, though,” I said. “Not to worry,” Mom said as she carried me through my sister’s room and picked up one of her play tiaras. “She won’t notice the difference, I hope!” She carried me downstairs to the first floor, where my sister was coloring in the living room with the TV on the toddler channel. Mom sat me down on my feet, and I walked over to Lily, “Hi, Lily,” I said, “whatcha coloring?” “Just a princess picture,” she said and then looked up at me. I watched my sister’s mouth open. “You playing princess today?!?!” She asked excitedly and clapped her hands together. “Sure,” I said. Mom placed her tiara on her head, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bad that hers wasn’t real. ‘No, don’t go doing anything, Caireen!’ I thought. ‘You’re no fun,’ she griped. “You two can play for a few minutes, but we need to get lunch in your tummies!” Then, as if to emphasize it, my stomach growled. Mom left me to Lily’s devices, and we practiced our curtseys until Mom called us. I walked into the kitchen and waited for her to put my sister in her high chair, and then she lifted me up. “I know you don’t want to wear a bib normally, Sofia… but that dress…?” Mom pleaded. I turned red but nodded, “I don’t want to get it messy either!” Mom smiled, returned with a bib covered in butterflies and flowers, and velcroed it around my neck. “What’s for lunch?” I asked her as she put one on my sister too. “Grilled cheese,” Mom said. She watched as I held the sandwich with my hands, which I hated doing, and began eating. I finished the first sandwich, and she looked at me incredulously before making me a second. “Where are you putting that?” She asked me. I grimaced, “Probably in my diaper later.” She laughed at me, sat me down on the ground, and pulled the bib off. Then, as she wiped my face with a wipe, she asked, “Do you need changed?” I lifted my skirt, felt my diaper, and nodded. “Okay, let’s change the two baby girls and then maybe take a nap?” “I’m not sleepy,” I told her honestly. She whispered in my ear, “Maybe a pretend nap for your sister’s sake, and you can get on your phone?” “Okay,” I said. Mom grabbed a hand from each of us and led us up the stairs. Lily was changed, given her bottle, and then Mom closed the door. We walked to my room, and I just hoped Caireen had not gotten rid of my cell phone during her act yesterday. ‘I didn’t; I know how you teenagers are addicted to them.’ I could practically hear her shaking her head. Mom quickly changed my diaper before she found my cell phone and sat me down in my crib. “Can you take my dress off, so I don’t wrinkle it?” I suggested. ‘Don’t worry, it won’t wrinkle,’ I heard. I shrugged, “Never mind, apparently that won’t happen.” Mom gave me a look. “At some point, you and I are going to have to have a talk Caireen.” ‘Tell her tonight we’ll talk,’ Caireen told me. “I think that will happen tonight, Mom.” “Okay,” she said. “Be quiet, and don’t get out of your crib until I come for you.” “Okay, I be good girl!” I told her with a smile. “You want a bottle too?” I hesitated for a second and nodded. Mom returned a moment later with a bottle filled with milk and then closed the door. I got on my phone and sucked at the bottle for a while and then noticed I was kind of sleepy. So I lay down and wondered why I was tired after sleeping as long as I had! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! Please press the ‘Like’ Button if you’ve enjoyed it! Comments are always super appreciated as well! If you're someone who must finish a good story 'now,' consider purchasing the full book on Amazon Kindle! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BTBTTGX1 I will be posting a chapter about every other day until the complete 62 Chapters and the Epilogue are reposted. ? There are some little changes. I haven't changed the overarching plot in any major way, but I've edited the world to separate it from the original work and fleshed out some spots here and there. Thanks for your comments! I'm glad you like it!!! ?

So my last post was about how I had been wearing for a few months and was gonna have to stop because I was getting a new roommate, but I never came back to updated it. It turns out its not a problem for her, as long as we manage it bc she has an adjacent kink anyway. With that said, I've been wearing on and off for most of the year since she moved in. Mostly stopping due to activity levels, money, or shame. Cadence has been something like 2-3 months on 2-4 weeks off. Every time I stop my bladder control is worse off than before. At first it was just urges becoming more frequent or dissociating when walking around and nearly wetting unprotected. Then I started having small accidents in my pants, more than dribble wet spots, like straight up boom I started going bc I wasn't thinking about it. I went through a lot of laundry and decided to go back in them through the holidays. I wet the bed once and had to dry out my futon, which was the breaking point. I wore through December, but then for new year's a part of me decided we were gonna be uber athletic, active, and on top of our physical health, but they went too hard all at once and that bacfired, and ended up siezing our thighs and calves. But we were still in grown up pants during that time and our bladder control was wayyy worse, having to go every 15 or 30 minutes and needing to wear liners to keep us dry. Then forgetting its just a liner and flooding.... Anyway, we got a new job and our FSA just turned over, so we're gonna burn through our entire old FSA on diapers and when we have a cadence figured out put them on auto-ship. The new job is work from home and will pay enough for us to move to an apartment with separate bedrooms and hardwood floors so I don't have to worry about leaking. Also will pay us enough that we never have to worry about running out of diapers again. I also found someone local on an abdl personals page and it seems like we get along pretty well so I might have moral support too and a safe space to regress. Once we start getting paid from the new job I'm gonna cut up and throw away all our old undies and never ever ever look back!!!

Always for me because I know I can never be potty trained ever again.

I've been to little events like munches and meet and greets but the rule was no visible diapers. Personally I have no interest in anyone seeing me in a diaper except my Wife and my Daddy so we don't go to play parties ourselves.

I woke up about an hour ago because I was peeing my overnight diaper. Just a few minutes ago, a small wave of poop came out. I will be sitting in my messy diaper for a while because I know there is more poop coming.

Almost always for me as a DL.

I’ve been wondering what a little can do for a caregiver to help them? As in what can a little do to help recharge a caregiver who is giving to help the little.

" yeah im a princess " gracie said agreeing with rye when she was picky. Gracie laughed as rye fed her. Every time he made the noise gracie would clapp her hands then open her mouth to eat. " daddy silly " she told him when she was finshed eating. Her face was covered in oatmeal after her playful breakfast. gracie turned her attention to gwen when she came out. " yeah mommy wanna the mermaid toys " she said less interested in eating her food.

Rye chuckled at that. “Oh my, we got a picky baby today.” Teased Rye tickling her feet. “Here comes the train head to the tunnel. Chuga Chuga Choo Choo.” Sat Rye making train noises as he brought the food into Gracie’s mouth. He would switch is from train, to cars, to planes. Each on he made sound effect for and silly faces. “Last bite. Plane is waiting to land in the hanger. Vrrrooomm.” He said flying the spoon around like has with everything else. “Vrrrooom.” He said aiming for her mouth. “Gracie, do you want some of your pool toys and floaties?” Asked Gwen getting out the swim diapers. They were pink with mermaids on them. “You are going to look so cute in your one piece.” Squealed Gwen ready to spend time with her baby. Gwen was in a two piece that showed off her large breast. She just took her first pill to start producing milk.

Just some gals chillin' in this chapter. Hanging out. Bein' pals. ----- 10 Sarita sat on her couch with an amused expression. Nero was on the back of the couch, meowing at her. He’d been at it for a good five minutes. He’d always been a little complainer, but Sarita was pretty sure she was feeling outright lectured by her kitty for the first time. “Nero, you’re repeating yourself. I don’t speak cat, but you did that same meow a minute ago.” The answer to Sarita’s gentle rebuke was an indignant yowl. Tired of being chewed out by her cat, Sarita grabbed the little black kitty by the scruff of his neck and put him in her lap. He gave a few half-hearted meows before switching to cuddle mode. Nero’s first order of business was to rub his cheek all over Sarita’s new clothes. With a few circles to make sure that both blouse and skirt were properly shed-on, Nero sat down to make biscuits. Laughing at her industrious pet, Sarita checked her phone. Surprisingly, it was before eight am. An early morning on a day off demanded a nap, and Sarita had no intention of resisting. An hour later, Sarita was rudely pushed back into consciousness by the need to pee. Her foggy mind sapped her limbs of energy in protest. She’d just gotten super comfortable on the couch. Furthermore, Nero was a warm ball on her lap, purring as he snoozed. Technically I don’t have to get up. I’m still wearing the diaper Astra put on me. It was an absurd thought – wasn’t it? Sure, she wasn’t playing with Astra at the moment, but she’d used several diapers on dates with her Angel. Would wetting another one be any different? There was enough justification for Sarita’s sleepy mind to relax her bladder and return to napping. The warmth in her diaper only increased her coziness, making sleep come easier than it had the first time. ----- Waking up with a clammy diaper was not nearly as fun as falling asleep with a warm one. The squish on her butt when Sarita sat up made her bits tingle. That’s confirmation then. The diapers are sexy by themselves. Good thing I know at least two hot ladies who like diapered girls. It’d been distressingly easy and convenient to use her diaper. Sarita considered texting Astra to tell her, but decided to save that tidbit for the next time she saw her Angel. It’d be an easy way to get her girlfriend’s motor going and earn some praise. Or maybe I’d get a spanking? I’m still not clear if I’m supposed to be in trouble for using the diapers or not. A shower, a fresh outfit, and lunch were on the schedule. The first two Sarita managed easily. On her way to item three, she caught Nero sleeping on the pack of decorated diapers. Moving him resulted in a lot of meows and a trip to the litterbox so that he could stare accusingly at Sarita. No sooner had Sarita provided clean litter for her kitty than there was a notification on her phone. Astra had a list of reminders for her, including a prompt to not forget lunch. That one was really useful, as she’d completely forgotten about food. Also on the list was a reminder to unpack her laundry, so she’d have something un-wrinkled to wear to work. Reasoning that the earlier she could get a work shirt hung up, the better, Sarita dumped her laundry duffel out on her bed. She was proud to have three work shirts hung up and lightly misted so that the wrinkles would relax out. The skirts were wrinkle-proof, which meant they got shoved in the dresser. Sarita had finished organizing her bra drawer when a text came in from Nohemi. Nohemi Hey girl! You still off work? Sarita Yeah. Just doing chores and getting yelled at by my cat. Nohemi Can I steal you away? Don’t tell Nero it was me. Sarita No promises, he’s been in a mood. :3 Where do you want to meet? Nohemi My place, if that’s okay. Sarita I can’t wait to see it. Send me your address. Clothes could obviously wait, especially since there were enough of them put away for a few days at work. Sarita gave Nero some extra scritches in the hopes that he’d forgive her for leaving again so soon. Giving her kitty attention until he wanted to be left alone was usually good for a happy Nero when she came home. ----- Sarita climbed the creaky metal stairs to Nohemi’s apartment. They’d clearly been a rush-replacement for the original wood stairway, typical of one of Ardenthill’s historic apartment buildings. The stairwell even smelled old, with hints of smoke and mold in the ancient brick. There were – a lot of stairs. No wonder Nohemi’s butt looks so good. The building Sarita lived in got out of having an elevator by topping out at three stories. Nohemi’s was five stories, but was using its historic status as an excuse for lacking an elevator. I don’t usually think about buildings this much, Sarita mused, as she crested the fourth floor landing. Mimi just had to live on the top floor, didn’t she? Panting, she took a moment to catch her breath on the fifth floor. The hallway wasn’t worth five floors of stairs, but it was cool enough to make Sarita envious. The carpet was old, well taken care of, and woven with a beautiful pattern. Unlike the cheap spartan aesthetic of a modern building, the walls were decorated with carved wood moldings and chair rails. Even Nohemi’s door was cool, it was solid black and looked like oak under the stain. There were worn spots on it from generations of hands and feet holding it open. Nohemi had the door open moments after Sarita knocked. “You made it! I hope the stairs weren’t too much of a pain.” Nohemi looked dapper in a button-up shirt and a blue vest. “They were okay. You look fancy. What’s the occasion?” Sarita gave Nohemi a hug, noting the soft fabric of her vest approvingly. “I got a wild hair and cleaned my whole apartment. It was fun to dress up a little after. You’re looking cute too.” Sarita looked down at her midi skirt and single breasted blouse with horizontal and vertical stripes meeting at the buttons. Dressing on autopilot had resulted in an outfit very similar to what Astra had put her in. She’s going to have me dressing like a 50’s housewife if I don’t pay attention. I wonder if that’s the look she likes, or if she got a deal on those clothes. “Thanks! I’m not sure why I dressed up, I didn’t do anything ambitious like clean my apartment.” “Then you can enjoy mine. Let me show you around.” Though it was cleaner than Sarita’s apartment had been since she moved in, Nohemi’s apartment didn’t have the white-glove feel of Astra’s. Part of that was the sheer age of the building. There was only so much cleaning you could do on old brick and wood. Overall the feeling was comfy, even homey. Nohemi’s kitchen looked well used and cared for, with familiar spices and a tortilla warmer that saw enough use to never be put away. The bathroom had wonderful old tile who’s funky pattern set Sarita’s mind spinning with design possibilities. Her favorite part of the tour was the deep-cushioned couch in the living room. With built-in pillows on the arms, it was the perfect spot for curling up. Sarita wasted no time getting her shoes off and doing exactly that. “You got comfy fast. Is that going to be your spot?” “I like that idea! Yes, this is my cozy spot.” “You’ll have to come over a lot to establish residency.” Nohemi winked. “Oh no, how will I manage?” Sarita scooted closer to Nohemi. “I love hanging out with you.” “I like it a lot too.” Nohemi fell quiet, watching Sarita’s face. “What have you been up to?” “Mostly work. The ABDU is opening a new building and there’s literally miles of wire to pull. What about you?” “I had three days off! It’s been really nice. Usually I work six days a week and it’s super stressful.” “That’s great! What’d you do with your extra days?” “I went on a couple of dates.” Sarita blushed. “But that’s not all I do!” “Relax, you go on as many dates as you want. Are you still with Astra?” “I’m not with anybody. I’m dating two girls right now, and Astra is one of them.” “Oh?” Nohemi’s interest was clearly piqued. “Do you know Pauline? I went on a date with her too.” “Yeah, I know her. She’s a nice girl.” “She is. I don’t know if I feel the spark with her though.” “Oh yeah? What makes you spark?” “I wish I knew.” Sarita completed her scooting journey to Nohemi’s side of the couch and leaned against her friend. As she’d hoped, Nohemi drew her into a hug. “Stuff went really well with Astra on our last date but there were still like – bumps.” “What do you mean by bumps?” Nohemi’s arms felt tense around Sarita. “I’m sorry, I know you have stuff with her. We don’t have to talk about her.” “Mija, it’s okay. If you want to talk about your date with Astra, I’m here for you.” Nohemi’s voice sounded strained. Details were out of the question, Sarita decided. I’ll just ask the most important question. Then we can get off the topic so that Nohemi doesn’t have to be annoyed. “The bumps aren’t that important. There’s always bumps. The thing I’m really having trouble with is – I think she wants to say the L word. I don’t know if she’s waiting for me to say it first, or if she wants me to be more comfortable first, but she was super amped last night and almost said it a bunch of times.” “Is the L word Love, Sarita?” Nohemi asked sarcastically. “Girl, if you can’t even say it talking to me, no wonder Astra is nervous.” “Why do I let you be so mean to me?” “Because you like me.” “I like you a lot, Mimi.” Sarita smiled and cuddled in closer, resting her head on Nohemi’s shoulder. “I’m sure you know it’s a bad idea to say you’re in love before you are. What’s the big worry? Astra hasn’t said it yet, she’d probably waiting until she feels it too.” “She’s said everything else though. The whole night and morning it was over the top stuff about how I’m the best Little Girl ever and that I’m her princess.” Nohemi held her breath. “She called you Princess? Like a nickname?” “Yeah, why? What’s up?” “Did you go home on your own or did she need to work?” “She took me home early, it was probably for work. What’s going on?” “It’s nothing – I shouldn’t say anything.” “That doesn’t sound like nothing!” Sarita wiggled around in the embrace until she could look Nohemi in the eye. In the process she found herself sitting on Nohemi’s lap. “It’s nothing bad for you. It’s great for you. I don’t want to be causing you and Astra a problem with rumors.” “You’re starting to freak me out. Please, Nohemi, tell me what you’re hinting around.” Nohemi sighed and closed her eyes. She put her hands on Sarita’s hips to balance her, thought better of it and moved her hands to Sarita’s thighs. For some reason, that still didn’t sit right with her, and she let her hands drop to her sides. “Look, it really isn’t a bad thing for you. I shouldn’t have even asked those questions. It’s just – you’re so comfortable with this stuff and you know everyone from the Munch Group, it’s hard to remember that you don’t know everyone’s history.” “You keep saying it’s not bad for me. Who’s it bad for?” “Fuck. Okay, I’ll tell you. Do you know that Astra plays with other Little Girls?” “Yes. Oriana told me and Astra and I had a conversation about it. Is that it?” “No.” Nohemi raised her eyes to the ceiling and crossed herself. “Look, Astra can be a lot of fun to date. She’s high energy and she makes a great Mommy.” “But?” Sarita frowned, watching Nohemi’s face intently. “She has some – patterns – that people in the local scene picked up on over time. If she’s calling you Princess, then yeah, she does want to say she loves you.” “I’m so confused. How is that some big problem thing? I mean, I’m not ready to say I love her, but it’s sweet that she wants to.” “I told you it’s not bad for you. It means she’s going to break up with Jenevieve.” “What!? She said she wasn’t dating Jenevieve.” Sarita wobbled on Nohemi’s lap. Her friend caught her by the waist. There was a sick feeling in Sarita’s stomach. “She’s not exactly – damn it, Sarita, I’m screwing this up. Seriously, Astra is into you. She’s one hundred percent on team Sarita.” “Then how is it a breakup with Jenevieve?” “Because Jenevieve wants to be Astra’s full time Little Girl more than anything. So much, that she pretends she’s dating Astra even though she knows they’re not really dating. When Astra meets somebody she really likes – she stops playing with Jenevieve.” “Oh. They’re just going to stop playing at the Green Fairy? Why did you call it a breakup?” “To Jenevieve, it is. To Astra, it’s just letting a play partner know that they can’t play anymore.” “You make it sound like Astra is abusing Jenevieve.” The sick feeling in Sarita’s stomach was growing rapidly. “She’s not! Astra could – probably be more careful, but she’s not malicious. If you’ve spent the night with her a couple of times you know how she is. She gets so excited to play that she just goes for it when she has someone to play with.” That’s not wrong. Actually that description makes me feel better about the bumps. I understand where they’re coming from a little better. Sarita’s stomach calmed, though she could feel her body holding the nervous energy in reserve for another bad revelation. “Mimi, you’d tell me if Astra was some kind of manipulator or abuser, right?” “I absolutely would. She’s not, to the best of my knowledge, and I know her pretty well. This is why I didn’t want to get into this with you. I’m sorry I dredged up all the scene gossip. It’s not fair to put that on you, when you weren’t here for it happening.” “So Astra doesn’t do any scary or cruel stuff to the girls she dates, is what you’re saying? On God?” “There’s no serial killer or psycho stuff in her, on God.” Sarita searched Nohemi’s face. Something in her friend’s expression didn’t sit right. There was an uncomfortable truth that Mimi wasn’t telling her. If it was something from Nohemi’s own past with Astra – then Sarita didn’t need to know. But if it was something else… “On God? You’re being honest with me?” “On God! I’m not lying.” “Bitch, if you’re about to tell me you don’t believe in God…” “Mija, I go to mass. Why do you think I never reply to your texts before ten on a Sunday?” “Oh.” Sarita hung her head guiltily. “I don’t go to mass anymore.” Nohemi laughed. “That’s fine, I’m not upset with you. I’ll even cover for you if your abuelas are after you about it.” The ball of nervous energy untied itself, which helped Sarita’s tummy but sent nervous energy into her arms and legs. On impulse, she leaned in and hugged Nohemi tightly. “Thanks for telling me. I’m sorry I freaked out. I’ve had bad relationship stuff and I get scared.” “It’s okay. Like I said, I’m sorry I brought it up. None of this is your drama. I’m friends with Jenevieve and I got worried for her. My mouth got ahead of my brain.” “I just want to be happy.” Sarita was surprised at the sadness in her voice. From the way Nohemi’s breath caught, she was surprised as well. “I want you to be happy too.” Nohemi squeezed Sarita tightly and rubbed her back. “If you believe anything I say, believe that.” Tears sprang into Sarita’s eyes. She sat up and wiped them away. “You’re such a good friend, Mimi. You know you can vent to me too, right? I’ll always listen.” Nohemi’s mouth crooked sadly. Ugh, poor Mimi. I always drop my drama on her. I’m the worst friend. “That means a lot, Sarita. I’m sure I’ll need that sometime.” “It’s kind of hard to imagine. You seem so – good at stuff. You’re winning at life.” “I am?” Nohemi looked at Sarita incredulously. “Compared to me you are. You’ve got a good job, lots of friends, you’re really smart and kind. You’re not some big emotional mess all the time, you’re all – cool and – I don’t know, mature?” Sarita looked away bashfully before adding, “I look up to you.” Nohemi shifted, looking uncomfortable. Belatedly, Sarita realized she’d been on Nohemi’s lap and up in her space way more than was probably okay for their level of friendship. Quickly, she scooted onto the neighboring couch cushion. “Sarita – you might be the sweetest girl I know.” Nohemi stroked Sarita’s cheek and brushed away her tear-trail. It felt wonderful to get such a caring touch after she’d imposed on Nohemi so much. She’s such a great friend. I have to make sure to take care of her too. I want her to be happy. “Thanks. Sorry for the crazy emotional afternoon. I don’t know why I got so spun up.” Sarita’s stomach punctuated her sentence with a raucous growl. “When did you last eat?” “I made lunch before I came over – wait, no I didn’t, I got distracted with the kitty litter and the laundry.” “Sarita, it’s almost four. Did you have a big breakfast at least?” “Um – I had two pieces of toast.” Nohemi shook her head. “Get your butt up, we’re making an early dinner.” Meekly, Sarita followed her friend to the kitchen. “What are we making?” “Arroz con pollo.” Nohemi opened her cupboards to pull out rice, tomato sauce, and chilis. “Doesn’t that take like – an hour?” Sarita’s stomach grumbled again. “I have leftover chicken we’re going to use, it’ll be twenty five minutes tops. Do you know how to chop an onion?” Nohemi put a cutting board and knife in front of Sarita. “What kind of question is that? You think I’m a little kid who doesn’t know how to cook?” “I’ve seen how many taquitos are in your freezer. We barely got the tamales in there.” Nohemi gave Sarita a playful swat on the rear. “Onions are in the basket at the end of the counter. Get chopping.” “Okay, fine.” Sarita laughed and grabbed an onion. As she chopped, she kept watch on Nohemi out of the corner of her eye. The look on her friend’s face wasn’t too disapproving. Sarita smiled. She might not be the best cook over, but she could chop an onion without cutting herself. Cooking with Nohemi created an instantly easy rhythm. Sarita chopped garlic after the onion, and chilis after that. Nohemi adeptly managed the pan and prep for the leftover chicken. While the rice and chicken simmered, they leaned on the counter and chatted. Nohemi had poured herself a glass of the white wine she’d put in the sauce, and Sarita asked for a glass without remembering her empty stomach. She put the glass down as soon as she realized she was getting giggly and silly. Luckily, Nohemi didn’t seem to mind. She was a attentive and smiling a ever. I wish Nohemi and I could hang out all the time

I honestly don't know anymore I've been 24/7 for a few years, but I still know when I pee. However, i've gotten so used to wearing a wet diaper that I might think the wetness is just sweat if I don't remember peeing. I'll say this, I don't think I would trust myself without padding. I probably wouldn't flood it, but i would leak.

Sorry about the long wait aka hiatus, I kinda lost passion for writing for a while and had to take a break and also go out of state for a while to visit friends/family to unwind. Hopefully anyone is still interested in this story, I'm still writing, it took a bit to come up with this next part, and I hope I can continue to provide more to this site. Chapter 11 Claire felt like she was about to be devoured by the giant figure lurking over her and there was nothing she could do about it. And even though she was facing the inevitable, she had to try something to avoid the downward spiral that affected many of her kind. She had never once been forced to wear a diaper since first arriving in the amazon dimension, and she didn’t want that streak to come to an end. “Excuse me…Miss. Kimberly, but is it possible that I can continue to wear my normal form of underwear? If you are worried about the possibility of me having an accident, I’ll gladly grant you access to my personal records if you wish. Heck, you can even ask Tracy about my history. I’ve never once had an accident while in this dimension.” Claire wanted to shout at the unholy bitch that stood in front of her but she knew that she had to remain dignified, to show that she was a mature portal little. “Is your whittle partner throwing a temper tantrum?” Kimberly turned her attention to Tracy as if she didn’t hear a word that Claire said. “It’s all peachy, she is just adjusting to the recent changes in the laws. Claire is a good girl, she will comply.” As Tracy spoke up, Claire noticed that her amazon co-worker was putting on a pair of simple white panties, which made her even more displeased. An amazon was allowed to wear normal underwear while she was being forced to wear the one item that defined all littles. “Are you having trouble undressing yourself? I can assist if you like.” Kimberly’s words caught Claire’s attention and caused her to take a few steps back as she felt herself becoming more cornered. “Ms…Kimberly, why is it that my co-worker, Tracy is allowed to wear normal underwear and I’m expected to wear…That. I thought we were supposed to be dressed exactly the same based on the information I was given.” Claire didn’t like putting Tracy on notice but she didn’t want to comply without getting a reasonable answer. “It’s quite simple. Tracy is an amazon and you are a little. That is the reason, nothing more, nothing less.” Kimberly looked utterly serious and knew that was enough to justify her reasoning. “But the only reason that I would wear a diaper is if there was the potential of me having an accident, I have a perfect record in this dimension, why are you ignoring that very fact?” “We are not ignoring that, however… Ms Colbatz personally requested that you wear a diaper to the meeting And her words are absolute, whether you agree with it or not. If you need to know more, she believes that you would look more presentable.” 'So they only want me to look cute for them, that's all this is about...Shit, this is so ridiculous and yet I'm not one bit surprised.' Claire knew that this meeting would be far from the standard, at least from the perspective of a little. She secretly bit her tongue as she tried to find something to say that could push things into her favor. “What’s the hold up? Hurry up and undress, if that’s too hard, perhaps a spanking would help motivate you.” Claire could see that Kimberly was getting impatient and that her co-worker, Tracy was just watching quietly while putting on her new bra. “I’m so sorry, Ms Kimberly, but is it okay if you give me and Claire just a few minutes to talk this over?” Tracy asked as she decided to intervene before things escalated. Kimberly took a glance at her watch before looking back down at Claire. Nothing was going to change the result but she decided to respect Tracy’s request. “I’ll give you five minutes to talk this over. I’ll be in the next room over, there is something I actually need to get.” Kimberly left with a smug look on her face. The expression of someone proud of the complete utter control they had. Tracy could see that Claire had her hands clenched into a fist, obviously not pleased by what she was being asked or rather forced to do. The amazon knelt down to one knee so she could talk to Claire on an equal level. “As you know, this is a critical moment Claire, this meeting is also critical for testing your maturity, I know that you can get through this!” “!...This isn’t some dumb maturity test, Tracy! I already passed every single one of them when I first came to this dimension. This is completely unethical and you know it!” Claire brushed off Tracy’s attempt to help soothe her. She just wanted to vent how utterly terrible the situation had become. No matter the predicament, Claire always knew the right words to avoid from having to wear a diaper, but now, because of the changes in the rules of the law, she had no recourse. “Claire, we have worked with each other for a while now and I understand that you take pride in being a big girl, but should have known that a day like this was coming. It was inevitable.” “I’ve done nothing wrong! I’m not a native little that is mandated to wear diapers regardless of the situation. I’m a well-educated portal little that has constantly gone out of her way to build a good rapport with your kind. This is exactly why I’m considering finding a different job! I don’t care if the pay is that damn good in this place!” Claire wanted to punch something, anything, but it would do no good. Showing any form of aggression would only give more ammo to the amazons. “Claire, it’s not like they are asking you to use the diaper, as Kimberly stated, it’s only for appearance purposes.” “And then what? You should know how this all works. It starts with diapers and then we eventually get bottle fed and finally are forced to sleep in freaking cribs!... Either way, it always leads to our kind being adopted! I’m tired of being seen as something I’m not!...It’s just too much.” Claire felt herself tears in her eyes but she quickly brushed them off, not wanting to show any more of her vulnerable side, especially to her amazon co-worker. “Do you want to know why Sally asked me to adopt her? Tracy asked as she gently placed her large hand on Claire’s shoulder, as if she were trying to console her. “Honestly…I don’t really care…We are completely different individuals. Just because we are both portal littles, it doesn’t mean that we share anything else besides that very fact.” “It’s because she was at her limit, she was mentally exhausted from acting like an adult all the time. She felt like she could be much happier by being cared for by someone that would unconditionally love her despite her faults. It took me some time to consider but eventually I decided that I would become her permanent care-taker. And we both have not regretted the decision.” Claire looked up at her amazon co-worker while raising an eyebrow. “Tracy, are you seriously trying to console me by explaining the oh so wonderful benefits of being adopted!?" “Something like that, ya.” Tracy’s response made Claire chuckle, it was so ridiculous that she couldn’t help but laugh. It was a typical answer that could only come from an amazon. “Haha…Thank you Tracy…I needed a good laugh…” Claire knew that there was nothing she could do now, but it made her realize how fortunate she was. She still had the ability to put in her two weeks notice which would allow her to leave the amazon dimension, she had finally decided that she was done working for Onyx Logistics. Claire wanted to retire early but after the fiasco she had just been put through ,she knew that she could spend a few more years working a boring full-time job before finally retiring, paying off her parents mortgage and then starting her own small-time business. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” Claire carefully placed her glasses on the bench next to Tracy as she began to remove her own bra. Tracy could see that Claire was blushing immensely as she placed her bra next to her glasses, leaving her upper body exposed. “I never understood why you ever needed glasses Claire, with your medical coverage, our local health clinic could easily make it so you never need to use them ever again.” Tracy said as she took a glance at Claire’s glasses before watching the portal little slowly lower her panties to her ankles. “It’s more symbolic at this point. I know that I can have my sight completely cured with the advanced technology in this dimension, however, I continue to wear glasses as a reminder that I can keep moving forward on my own accord.” Claire sighed as she carefully placed her panties right on top of her bra. And as much as she wanted to refrain from showing any more vulnerability, Claire couldn’t help but cover her breasts with her left arm and her privates with her right hand, even though she was in a woman’s changing room. Tracy mildly smiled at how brave and adorable she found Claire appeared. She desperately wanted to say how precious she looked, but she knew that it would only antagonize Claire even more. “Tracy, are there any other major changes in the law that have taken place in the past month? Anything else I should worry about?” “Nothing major that reflects on your end. One interesting change is now that any portal little that enrolls in our college campuses must now receive grades of B- or better every quarter, otherwise they will end up forfeiting all their rights and will be put up for adoption.” 'That's so messed up, I feel sorry for all the portal littles that come to this world for a so-called free education. It may not cost any money, but it will cost them their very future!' “Sorry to keep you waiting…OH! I see a very bright whittle girl that is eager for her very first diapey, isn’t she!” Kimberly’s tone made Claire want to vomit. It was that type of self-indulgence that she despised most about the amazons. As Claire lowered her head to hide her obvious anger, Kimberly looked down to analyze Claire’s naked body. “Is there going to be a problem…CLAIRE?” The way Kimberly said her name was deafening. Claire took a deep breath. She was not about to play into the amazon’s hands. Claire slowly looked up and smiled at the giant, as if there was no issue whatsoever. “There is nothing wrong at all! I’m all ready for my…Diaper.” Claire felt like someone took a cheap shot on her midsection as she spoke up. “That’s exactly what we want to hear…Now then, let’s get you over to the corner and plop you right on the changing table!” Kimberly picked Claire up by her bare butt and placed the girl over her shoulder just like most amazons did with littles. “Perhaps I should help Claire out with her change. I think she would be more comfortable if I were to do it.” Tracy’s words felt genuine but the whole context didn’t make Claire feel any better. 'Tracy...You really are something else. I guess I should be fortunate that she is at least trying to be helpful in this awful situation.' Claire really wanted to say her sarcastic opinion outloud but she knew it would end up backfiring on her and she would most likely end up with a spanking or something worse, given that she was inside an etiquette school “Given it’s your first diaper change, I’ll be gentle, but if I see any snarky expression from you, then you are going over my knee, understand?” Kimberly said as she playfully patted Claire’s butt. “Yes…Ms. Kimberly.” 'And while your at it, go shove your face down in a toilet, you power hungry bitch!' Claire found herself being lowered on a well padded changing table. It was the moment that she dreaded. She had seen so many littles being changed this way, but now, she was about to experience it, first hand. 'I can't show this amazon any signs that I'm uncomfortable with this, it will only make give her even more confidence.' As Claire felt her legs being lifted up in the air, Kimberly took another moment to inspect her privates. “Pubic hair?...While there is not much of it, it’s widely frowned upon by our people. Normally I would use a special baby oil to remove it permanently, however, since you are a guest, I do not have the authority to do that.” 'Amazons such as yourself do not deserve any type of authority.' Claire knew that she could only insult the amazon in her thoughts, it was her own private sanctuary. But it amounted to nothing as she felt her privates being wiped with a disposable fabric . Kimberly seemed to be taking her time, making sure that every crevice of her privates was completely clean, especially her rectum. “Everything okay, Claire?” Kimberly asked as she grabbed another baby wipe and continued onwards. “...Yes, I’m doing just fine. No problems…HERE!?” Claire suddenly raised her voice as Kimberly stuck the baby wipe even further up her rectum. Claire couldn’t believe how meticulous the amazon was being, she felt a tear forming in one of her eyes. 'Bitch is wanting me to cause a scene. Probably has the intention of keeping me here in this school.' “Looks like someone hasn’t done a good job at wiping herself! Perhaps it’s best that you leave this job to us amazons going forward.” Kimberly showed Claire a couple very small stains on the wipes, as if she needed to be reminded about her mediocre job at cleaning herself after using the toilet. “Thank you for making sure that I’m all nice and clean down there! Sometimes I tend to do a rather sloppy job, hehe!” Kimberly was surprised by Claire’s response. She was expecting her to scream and cuss away much like many portal littles have been known for. “It’s…It’s my pleasure Claire, I appreciate that you are taking this so…Maturely. I can see why you have such a unique reputation among our kind.” Kimberly wasn’t sure what to think, she hadn’t expected Claire to respond so positive, it made her feel a bit perturbed. As Kimberly grabbed a bottle of baby powder, Claire carefully clenched her fists together. It felt so odd as her privates were being covered by the white powdery substance. It was a smell that she had become so used too, only this time, she was on the personal end of it. “I bet this type of pampering makes you reconsider your own position. Don’t you just wish that you could have a mommy and a daddy look after you on a constant basis?” Kimberly asked as she made sure that the baby powder was spread across not just Claire’s privates but also part of her stomach and thighs. “Nope! Not at all. I still enjoy being a BIG GIRL!” Claire felt so satisfied with herself as she spoke up in a babyish tone of voice. It was obvious now that she was being facetious with the amazon and Kimberly could see what Claire was doing. 'I see now, heh, this portal little is secretly being a smart ass, however you are letting your ego get the best of you, even I was almost fooled.' Kimberly gave a sinister look as she pulled out something from her pocket while holding both of Claire’s ankles in the air. 'Shit! Did I overdo it? What's she planning?' Before Claire could figure out what Kimberly had in store for her, she suddenly found something being put over her head. It was a necklace with something attached to it. Claire quickly realized that it was a pacifier after it was forced into her mouth. “You seem to be a bit too excited, so I want you to suckle on this for a while, it will help in calming you down. Just to let you know, this is actually a personal gift from my boss, Ms.Colbatz. It’s a very special soother, so please enjoy.” Kimberly took a moment to stare at Claire while awaiting for her reaction. Claire slowly nodded her head, as if she were okay with the infantile soother. As Kimberly continued to work on Claire's lower half, the portal little was surprised by the texture of the rubber teat, especially since it was the first time she had ever used one while in the amazon dimension. Pacifiers were the second most popular function for quieting littles. The first was obviously breastfeeding. Claire quickly noticed that she would not be able to remove the pacifier without the help of her hands. The rubber teat was stuck firmly in her mouth. 'On the bright side, that amazon bitch seems to have remained quiet herself, not a bad trade.' Claire began to wiggle her toes as she felt unexpectedly pleased with herself, almost as if she had won a huge victory, no matter what happened next, she felt like she could handle this upcoming meeting with ease. “OH? Look at you! You really are a big girl, yes you are! Yes you are!...Who’s ready for their diapey wipey, You are! Yes…YOU ARE!” Kimberly began to tickle Claire on her bare stomach while continuing to talk to her in babyish chatter. Claire couldn't help but giggle out loud as the amazon then started to blow raspberries near her belly button. 'Holy crap! Was I always this ticklish!? Kimberly was pleased as she noticed that Claire was now suckling on the pacifier at a faster rate, she then stopped the tickling barrage after feeling satisfied with the results. Claire slowly looked up as Kimberly grabbed a diaper below the changing table and then proceeded to slowly place it underneath Claire’s butt. The padding made Claire’s body twitch, as the padded softness was completely foreign to her bare skin. “It’s going to be alright, your new diaper is going to keep you all nice safe and secure.” Kimberly thought she heard some whimpering noises coming from Claire’s mouth as she applied the topsheet of the disposable undergarment over her privates and then securely applied the tapes to each side. Seeing a strong-willed little like Claire reduced to wearing only a diaper and suckling on a pacifier made Kimberly feel very proud of her position in the school. Claire kept her head to the side as the diaper change was finally completed, she obviously felt embarrassed but as she continued to suckle on the soother, she felt herself becoming more relieved which to her, wasn't a bad feeling. . “How does it feel, Claire? I bet you are super duper thrilled to be in your nice warmy and comfy diapey.” Kimberly lifted Claire off the changing table and placed the padded girl over her shoulder. 'It would be ten times nicer if you stopped talking' “A happy baby always makes for a happy amazonian, am I right?” Kimberly gently patted the back of Claire’s new undergarment, letting her know what she was now wearing. Claire sighed through the pacifier, eagerly waiting the moment that she could leave the vile clutches of this power hungry amazon. 'Don't take the bait and get angry at the amazon, it's exactly what she wants.' “Would you mind giving me a hug, just to show that we are on good terms with each other?” Kimberly's words were more of a warning than a question. Claire knew that she was in no position to refuse and slowly hugged the amazonian. Despite her internal feelings being the quite opposite. “And just in case if you really need to go potty, you can go pee pee and and or poo poo whenever you want now without having to ask.” Kimberly could see a crack in Claire's facade, she knew that the portal little was having a tough time adjusting and she enjoyed every minute of it. ‘You definitely belong in diapers. It's a shame that you haven't been adopted yet, heck, I would consider taking you home myself if I was given the legal authority." Claire cringed at the amazons words, it was blatantly obvious that the amazon's maternal instincts were taking over. It was the same with almost every female amazon. 'I need to keep things together! Otherwise I could face the wrath of my boss, Ms. Colbatz!' Kimberly took a deep breath as she carried the now padded little out of the changing area and brought her back to where Tracy was waiting. Tracy remained quiet as Kimberly handed Claire over to her, she couldn't believe that her too see how different her co-worker looked while wearing just a diaper and suckling on a soother. It did bring a smile smile to her face, though she made sure that no one noticed. Tracy did have some concern about the pacifier, as their were many types that could regress a little's mental state. From what she could see, Claire appeared to be very self aware, but she still wanted to ask some questions. “What’s with the pacifier Kimberly? Was Claire behaving inappropriately?” “No, she was quite the obedient little girl, the pacifier is actually a personal gift from my boss, Ms. Colbatz, she wanted Claire to have the soother as a gift for visiting our school. And don’t you worry, the pacifier doesn’t have any regressive effects with the exception of providing additional internal relief compared to most. Also, here is the onesie dress that she will be required to wear to the meeting. I'll allow you to dress your partner, though I don’t think there would be a problem if she came into the meeting in just her diaper, hehe. Anyhow, I’m going to inform my boss that you two are about ready.” Kimberly smiled as she exited the area, leaving Tracy alone with her padded partner. 'Thank goodness she is gone, I was getting a bit worried that she would have tried to kidnap me. It doesn't take much for a female amazon to lose any common sense when they are holding a little they deem adorable.' While Claire was thrilled to have her leave, she still had another amazonian to deal with, her co-worker Tracy. She had hoped that her maternal instincts would not cause her to act out inappropriately. Claire started to make some muffling noises, pointing to the pacifier that was in her mouth, Tracy noticed and looked deeply concerned as she placed her partner on her lap. “What is it Claire? Did you have an accident already? Here, let me check.” Claire sighed loudly through the pacifier as Tracy checked the inside of her diaper and quickly found it to be clean. Claire then used her right hand to mildly hit Tracy on her forehead, trying to knock some sense into the amazon. “I’m so sorry Claire, hehe, sometimes I can be air headed, hehe." Tracy removed the pacifier from her mouth as she awaited for her partners response. “Jesus Tracy! An accident!? That’s the first thing you think of when I was trying to get your attention!” “I’m sorry, it’s just you remind me of my precious Sally, being in just a diaper and all.” “I’m sure seeing any little in a diaper will remind you of your adopted daughter, honestly this is just beyond ridiculous. Claire noticed that Tracy was rubbing her bare back with her large hand and then quickly smacked it away. She could see that Tracy was having a hard time not indulging in her amazonian instincts. “So how are you holding up Claire? Did Kimberly do anything that could be worth reporting to my boss at headquarters? “Nothing substantial, at least for this dimension. I still can’t believe it, after visiting this dimension numerous times, this is how I end up in a damn diaper.” Claire tried to help herself off of Tracy’s lap, however due to the amazons firm grip on her waist, she couldn't' budge. It brought a moment of concern. “So what do you think? It’s not as bad as you thought, right?” Tracy asked as she picked Claire up and patted her diapered butt. “OH YA! Just what I always wanted! Now I just need a mommy and daddy to keep me all safe!” Claire was sarcastic with her reply, however Tracy didn't seem to get the picture. “Are you serious Claire? Do you really want to be adopted and cared for?” Tracy asked as she looked right in Claire’s eyes with a focused look. “Tracy, you seem to be incapable of understanding sarcasm, especially while I’m dressed like this. So how about letting me go so I can get dressed. I just want to hurry up and get this meeting over with!” Claire unknowingly grabbed the pacifier that was dangling around her neck and then plopped it back into her mouth in frustration, which caught Tracy by surprise. She didn’t say anything as she lowered so Claire was now standing on her bare two feet. Tracy held off from asking any questions for the time being as she decided to indulge in Claire's request and help her in getting changed into the mandatory onesie outfit. “WellI…In that case, arms up!” Tracy asked as she held the onesie with both her hands. Claire nonchalantly allowed Tracy to put the simple black and white onesie on her without question. Tracy wasn’t sure if Claire was just trying to rush things or if the pacifier actually had some influence with her decision making. Seeing Claire willingly put the soother in her mouth, did make her feel a bit apprehensive. 'If Claire secretly enjoys using the pacifier, it's not my place to ask why.' Tracy watched as Claire lifted each foot in the air, allowing her to put socks on her feet. Claire just continued to suckle away while allowing her amazon co-worker to dress her and then finally finished by putting her glasses on the her. 'Chloe probably is having a much harder time than myself, she has to put up with being a baby for the next week, non-stop. I guess I should count my blessings that this is only a one day thing.' After being dressed, Claire took a glance at her butt and could see the obvious bulge where the padding was. Even though the onesie was very simple looking with most of her lower half being exposed, it was plainly obvious that her outfit was far different from Tracy’s standard looking black dress which had a skirt that covered all of her lower half. The discrimination between amazon and little was apparent. “Despite everything that has happened, I’m still proud of you for behaving like a mature little, Claire. I know that unlike myself, this is far from ideal for you, but we will get through this meeting together!” Tracy picked Claire up and held the girl near her waist. Claire silently sighed through the pacifier while laying her head on Tracy’s chest. Kimberly returned a minute later, a satisfied smile was on her face. “You two look absolutely adorable together. Just a like a mother and her baby daughter." Claire lowered her head as she felt her face blush, she hated the comparison with utter passion. Tracy obviously took the response as a compliment. "Anyhow, I just want to let you know that Ms. Colbatz is almost finished with her current board of directors meeting, so if you would please follow me, I will take you to the waiting room that is near her office.” Tracy quietly carried Claire while following Kimberly to the waiting room that was only a few rooms over. As the trio entered the waiting room, Kimberly guided Tracy over to one of the many chairs that were available to sit on. The amazon took a seat while placing Claire on her lap. The waiting room looked quite bland, as there was nothing out of the ordinary. A television was connected near the far corner of the room and there was a mess of magazines on a wooden table near them. It was the prototypical waiting room that you would see in most waiting rooms. Claire was thankful that they were the only ones in the room. “I’ll be back in just a moment when Ms. Colbatz is ready to see you two. As for you Claire, if you have any desire for some playtime, there are some wonderful and colorful looking blocks, among other neat toys in the far left corner of the room, you are more than welcome to help yourself to pass the time.” Kimberly pointed out to the variety of childish looking toys that were right below where the tv was. Claire just gave the amazon a disinterested look, as she was unable to say anything due to the pacifier being in her mouth. “Ms. Kimberly, I just want to again thank you for the whole tour, it was nice to know more about the school's history.” Tracy stated as she watched Kimberly used a key card to open a door to a different area. "We at Angel Aspirations are proud to have you visit us, we are looking forward to your upcomin presentation." Kimberly gave her goodbyes while winking at Claire. 'Just hurry up and leave from my sight!' Tracy began to review the paperwork for the upcoming meeting while Claire glanced at it herself. A few minutes later, Tracy noticed that Claire was trying to say something as her constant muffling could be heard from beyond the pacifier. As Tracy removed the soother, Claire exhaled, as if she were free from all form of restrictions. “Thank you so much Tracy! There are a few things I wanted to address with you before the meeting.” “Umm…Claire, you do realize that you can just remove the pacifier yourself, you don’t need my assistance to do that.” Tracy said as she pointed out to Claire that the pacifier was not the type that could be locked in her mouth. Claire blushed immesley at the obvious error in judgment. Just a moment later, Claire plopped the pacifier back into her mouth and continued to suckle on it for the next minute. Tracy looked concerned as she saw a smile on Claire's face, but before she could say anything, Claire removed the soother from her mouth. “Wow! You're right Tracy. I must be zoning out or something, hehe. Anyhow, until the meeting begins, to pass the time, I'm gonna go play with some of the toys over there, so could you help me down on the floor?” Claire’s request caught Tracy off guard. 'Claire wants to play with toys? Did I hear that correctly?' “That’s fine…Claire, but I thought you wanted to review some of the documents with me?” “I trust ya, you are pretty capable when it comes to stuff like this.” Claire gave a thumbs up before grabbing the pacifier that was hanging around her neck and then putting it back into her mouth, as if it were something she had always had done. Tracy slowly lowered Claire onto the floor and then watched with interest as her portal little partner started to crawled over to wear the toys where. Seeing Claire look so infantile made Tracy smile. She quickly covered her expression with her hand, feeling slightly guilty over what she was witnessing. ‘As adorable as this is, there is definitely something wrong with all of this. Something with that pacifier is influencing Claire's decision making. Should I bring this up to her? ... Perhaps I'll only do that if it affects her upcoming presentation.' Tracy took a few minutes to go over the paperwork that would be presented while also keeping a close eye on Claire. She couldn't help but smile at seeing how innocent she looked, playing with some toy cars with both her hands. She didn’t remotely look like the headstrong coworker that she had always known. Tracy noticed that Claire seemed to be having trouble staying completely engaged with the toys, as if she was fighting two sides to herself. 'I have to say that it's quite amusing to see Claire behave like a proper little. Perhaps this will be the start of something promising for her future.' Tracy knew that if Claire's sudden change in attitude continued, it would definitely effect her job in the future. If any of the other co-workers saw Claire right now, it would give them an excuse to file grievance report which could lead to Claire getting fired, as if any portal little appeared to be acting far from mature, it would always lead to adoption. ''Unfortunately I'll be on maternity leave while Claire is still on the job. If she is forced be adopted, hopefully Aisha will be the one that takes her in. The two of them seem to have a close bond with each other.' Tracy decided to focus all her attention on the documents as she didn't have the luxury to worry about something that had not transpired. 'Why do I get the feeling that something is off? Like my whole world is being turned upside down? I just don't understand!' Claire stopped playing with the toys in front of her for a moment as she began a moment of self-reflection. She still felt very self aware and didn’t understand as to what could be the problem. 'Life is too short to worry about things that have no relevance. I should just focus on what's in front of me!' Seeing no issue, Claire decided to brush off the lingering awkward feelings she had and continued to focus on the toy cars and the blocks in front of her. She began to make some noises with her mouth, mimicking the sound of a race car. A few minutes later Kimberly walked back into the waiting room, she smiled gleefully at how Claire was behaving. Tracy casually walked up to her, wanting to address a concern of her's. "Please be truthful to me, that pacifier that Claire is using...There is more to it than you are letting on, correct? Kimberly could see the worry in Tracy's expression but it was not of one that had any lingering anger behind it. “It’s a prototype special pacifier that our company recently finished developing. As you know, most pacifiers either regress a littles mental state or do nothing to manipulate the mindset of a little. The soother Claire is using helps stimulate the superior parietal cortex of the mind, in a way that will help her assimilate with the standard lifestyle that all littles are known for in this dimension. Our school has done much research and found a more progressive option that could help amazons that have adopted portal littles and ease them into their new livelihoods. These pacifiers have not been released to the general public yet, but we are looking at achieving that milestone in the next year." “That’s fine and all, but won’t Claire eventually realize that her mental well-being is being manipulated to this extent?” Tracy was worried about any potential backlash that could possibly occur if Claire just stopped using the pacifier altogether. “We have done some experiments when it comes to that result and thanks to the abundance of portal littles that are stationed in our school and their has been a ninety five percent success rate when it comes to the response of a prolonged use with the prototype pacifier. Most littles have a positive reaction no matter the outcome from the soother. This is without a doubt, a game changer, on par with the results of a amazon breast-feeding a little for an extended duration." Kimberly stated. “Is this specifically why your boss requested Claire to come to this meeting?” Tracy wondered if there was a hidden purpose to this upcoming presentation. “In some aspects, yes. My boss has heard quite a bit about Claire's reputation and how mature she has been perceived by your colleagues at Diamond Tours and wanted to meet her face to face. Also we assumed that giving her one of our prototype soothers would yield some interesting results, I hope that you have no issue with that?" Kimberly asked "Well...I personally don't mind Claire using something like that as long as it doesn't hinder her ability to do her job, besides I've always believed that she would be happier if she allowed herself to be adopted. I would appreciate a heads up before going through with it." Tracy replied. “I completely understand. Also, Ms, Colbatz is ready to see you two. So when you are ready, please follow me.” Kimberly waited and watched as Tracy walked over and then knelt down to speak with Claire, whom was busy with the toys around her. “Heya Claire, sorry to bother you, but it’s time for the meeting. Are you all set?” Tracy asked as she helped Claire to her feet. Claire tried to say something but her words were muffled by the pacifier. Tracy quickly pointed to the pacifier which caught the portal littles attention. She immediately removed it while blushing slightly. “About time, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get this over with.” Claire said with a straight face, trying to ignore the steady enjoyment she had with the toys. “You certainly seemed absorbed with your playtime, hehe.” Claire just shrugged it off Tracy's response as if it was a minor insult. Tracy picked Claire up and began to carry her along while following Kimberly through the secure door, down a long hallway. Claire stared blankly at the pacifier around her neck, she couldn't help but be invested in it. She didn't know why, but she found the infantile item to be immensely pleasurable. 'This better not give them an excuse to talk to me in baby chatter.' “Oh! Before head further on in, does whittle Clairey need her diapey change?” Kimberly asked. Claire just sighed from the question. “No thanks, all dry on this end. The diaper is just for show, if you well remember.” Even though her response was valid enough, Tracy still decided to put her hand inside her diaper just to check. Claire looked disgusted but didn’t say a word to her amazon co-worker. “She’s dry.” Tracy’s response was all that Kimberly needed to continue onward. Claire took a deep breath, any moment she was going to be in the schools executive office, filled with highly important amazon individuals. She had no idea how things were going to go. 'Still something does feel off, but I can't get a feel on what it is. Maybe it's all because I'm wearing a damn diaper. It certainly isn't hypnotism, otherwise I wouldn't be able to think like this, plus my way of speaking would be slurred. I've seen it way to many times with all the portal littles that end up being regressed against their will.' Claire didn’t have time to consider any other possibilities as she entered a board room with a half dozen other amazons. Though unlike the majority of the amazons in the building, they were all wearing business suits. The typical corporate look that symbolized money and power. Claire could see that she was the focal point of attention as several of the amazons took a moment to glance over at her and Tracy. Though there was one amazon that stood out from the rest and Claire was a bit alarmed by the size of the amazon as she was even taller than the rest. 'That Amazon near the front is one of the tallest I've ever seen, she has to be at least fourteen feet at minimum.' Claire also noticed that her stomach was bulging out, it was apparent that she was pregnant and probably due any week now. She didn't have any features that signified that she was overweight. “Welcome, it’s a pleasure to finally meet with you. I’m Ms. Colbatz, the director of Angels Aspirations. I apologize, I’m just finishing up with a standard meeting with the members of my board. You two are welcome to take a seat at the back, while my associates take their leave.” Claire watched as the amazons began to make their exit. It became apparent that they were not staying for the meeting, and while that did give Claire an immense sense of relief, it made her curious about the presentation she and Tracy were to give. She assumed that their was to be an audience. “Thank you for seeing us, I understand that you have had an interest in forming a business relationship with our company Diamond Tours. My name is Tracy and the little that I'm holding is..." "Claire, I'm fully aware about you two. So introductions are not needed, but I appreciate the thought." Claire could see that the amazon woman was brimming with confidence as someone in her position would be. "Before we begin, I do have a quick question." Tracy asked as she kept a firm grip on Claire. “Go ahead.” “Will this presentation only be involving the three of us? I assumed that this type of meeting was going to have more eyes and ears." Claire was thankful that Tracy was asking the questions, she didn't want to be the focal point, even if their was only a handful of people around. The last thing she wanted was to be paraded around by a bunch of giants that saw her as a useless baby. “The board mainly deals with the internal financial logistics, so they are not required with my meeting with you two. Consider this more of a interview of sorts. I wanted to see first hand if the employees of Diamond Tours would be willing to cooperate with our strict dress code and ethics. Claire felt a knot in her gut as Ms. Colbatz gave a devious look at her, she knew that she was a amazon of a different caliber. “After speaking with my associate, Kimberly, it would seem that affiliating our school with your company would definitely workout for the both of us in many ways depending on how we can reach an agreement on certain contract regulations. ” Ms. Colbatz casually walked over and took Claire from Tracy’s hands. Claire was alarmed but kept her cool, not wanting to show any signs of weakness. 'This giant could easily crush me with just one hand.' While Claire knew that her life wasn't in any real danger, she had rarely been around an amazon of such a size. The only one that came close to Ms. Colbatz’s height was her close friend and co-worker, Aisha and even then, she was at best, thirteen feet tall. Claire also noticed that Ms. Colbatz had a similar slightly dark skin tone like Aisha. It made Claire reminisce about her most trusted amazon friend. She underestimated how much of a security blanket she was. “I’m pleased to finally meet with you Claire, I’ve heard much about you and the reputation that you have built for yourself. First off, I want to thank you for wearing a diaper and our schools onesie to this meeting. I fully understand that you are toilet trained, but as you are well aware, this meeting is mainly for presentation purposes.” “Ugh… No problem, I guess…Thank you for your…Consideration…Ms. Colbatz.” Claire felt so small while in the amazon’s clutches. There was nothing she could do but play along nicely. She didn't have much to say as she didn't have any investment in the meeting. She was only their because it was her job, a job that she planned to to step away from in a few weeks. "I know this place may seem a bit...Overwhelming but I assure that you are completely safe in this building." Ms. Colbatz began to walk away with Claire and then opened a door to another room, catching both Claire and Tracy off-guard. “Umm, Ms. Colbatz, where exactly are you taking my partner?” Tracy asked with concern. “I want to have a private discussion with Claire, if you two don’t mind. Kimberly will finish up with the paperwork with you. To tell you the truth, the presentation wasn't really required, you two have already proved yourselves and I had already acquired enough info to know that this partnership with Diamond Tours would be beneficial for the both of us.” Claire felt goosebumps around her body as she was carried into an unknown room where anything could happen. 'If this amazon wanted to adopt me, given her status and connections, she could easily accomplish that...Fuck!' Clair knew right then that their was a hidden agenda to this meeting. Tracy didn't say anything but she was obviously disappointed that the presentation was pretty much put aside even though the school director had already given her approval to go ahead with the contract negotiations. "Now then, Ms Tracy, if you would please take a seat right beside me, we can discuss the specifics on the contract agreement and go over some of the finer elements." Kimberly stated as she took a seat. Tracy was concerned for Claire's well-being, but she knew that their was nothing she could do except focus on the initiative in front of her. After taking a seat right next to Kimberly, Tracy looked over some of the paperwork given to her and also had a question. “Umm. Ms. Kimberly, did you know about this from the very beginning? And if so, why did you hide it from us?” Tracy asked “I do apologize, this is how my boss usually operates and I just follow her orders, no questions asked. She always likes to throw a curveball when it comes to business operations. All I can tell you is that she decided on this change as soon as she heard that your portal little partner would be tagging along. She seemed very curious and interested in Claire." “Just to let you know, even though I work directly with Claire, she is not employed by Diamond Tours, she is actually contracted by a vendor company called Onyx Logistics . We currently do not employ any portal littles within our company, so keep in mind that she cannot legally forced to be adopted or transferred as a student of this school." “Do not worry, while I’m not exactly sure as to what my boss has planned for Claire, I can guarantee that she will be treated kindly and given the hospitality that is known by our prestigious school." Tracy wasn't sure if that was a warning sign for her portal little co-worker or if she was just over thinking the worst case scenario. Claire looked at the pacifier hanging from her neck, she couldn't help but want to suckle on it, to ease the anxiety that she was feeling at the moment. Ms. Colbatz noticed Claire's predicament and smiled as she carried her over to her desk. “So, tell me Claire, what's your opinion on that lovely pacifier?” Ms. Colbatz asked while gently patting Claire’s head and sitting the portal little down right on top of her desk. The amazon took in her chair as she turned her attention to a laptop near her. “It’s…Alright… I guess…” Claire wasn’t sure on how to respond. She definitely didn’t want to say something negative about it. The truth was that she found it to be quite enjoyable for some unknown reason. “That’s reassuring to hear. Speaking of which, would you be kind enough and put the soother back into your mouth for a few minutes? It's only so I can finish a report on my laptop? Then we can discuss business.” Claire had many questions for Ms. Colbatz but felt a giddy sense of joy of being able to use her pacifier again, so she plopped it back into her mouth shortly after receiving the amazon's request. 'Ahh, much better. I feel like nothing could go wrong now!' Claire closed her eyes, enjoying every moment as she suckled on the infantile item, unaware that Ms. Colbatz was keeping a keen eye on her. A few minutes later Ms. Colbatz put her laptop away and then patted Claire on her head, grabbing the littles attention. “I understand from the data that I have gathered, that you are quite the opportunist and are looking for more financial flexibility, is that correct?” Claire was slight caught off guard as Ms. Colbatz asked her a question, she was about to remove her pacifier until the amazon gently grabbed Claire's. "It's okay, you can continue to use your paci. Any questions that I ask can simply be answered by a nod of a yes or a no, can you do that?" Ms. Colbatz asked as she released her grip on Claire's arm. Claire quietly nodded her head in agreement, unable to hide the small blush on her face. 'This feels very unorthodox, just what does this amazon want?' Claire suddenly felt the urge to use the toilet. It wasn’t dire, but she knew that if she didn’t speak up soon, her diaper would soon become her toilet. A common fate that befell most littles. For the next few minutes, Claire simply responded to several of Ms. Colbatz questions with a nod if she agreed or disagreed. It almost felt like she was being interviewed for a new job, based on all the personal questions that were being said. There didn't appear to be any red flags until Ms. Colbatz brought up her next question. “Based on your prior work experience, I understand that you wish to be seen as equal to our kind. Interestingly enough, I have a few proposals that could be intriguing to you…” Claire knew that she only had to nod her head in disagreement, their was nothing that the amazon could say that would deter her from staying in the amazon dimension for longer than she had to. “How would you feel for working for us, directly? We would easily be capable of doubling or even triple the amount of income that you are currently making with Onyx Logistics. Your job would involve you working as a teachers assistant. So you would be personally helping out with the majority of the students in this school and making sure that everything is set in order. Pull-ups would be mandatory so you wouldn’t be allowed to wear your adult underwear anymore, but that doesn't mean you would be forced to wear diapers, that is only exclusive to our students. Of course you would be given legal protection from adoption but unlike your current position, you would have room to grow with our company. For example, you could potentially end up on my board of directors, which would mean that you could bring some real change for your kind. How does that sound?" Claire actually took a moment to consider the proposal, the idea of an even greater income plus the ability for growth was something that she greatly lacked with Onyx Logistics. 'But then that would mean that I would have to wear pull-ups on a full-time basis. Just how long would that last until I end up in diapers again?' Claire patted her butt, giving herself a reminder of the dangers of the amazon dimension. The perks were nice but the negatives far outweighed the positives. She had already decided to put in her two weeks notice, she was done with this dimension, plus she wanted to focus her remaining efforts on helping Chloe with her sister. The last thing she needed was something to distract her from her core objective. So Claire took a moment to look up at the amazon and slowly nodded her head that she wasn't interested while still suckling on the soother. “I see, that’s rather unfortunate, but it is your decision and only yours to make. Though there is one more proposal I would like to offer you, it is something that is only given to a select group of littles. Keep an open mind when I discuss this with you." Claire felt goosebumps around her body as she awaited for the proposal, she knew that no matter what it was, she would decline. The longer she stayed in the amazon world, the greater the chance that she could end up becoming a permanent resident. “Have you ever considered becoming a amazon yourself?” The question only confused Claire as she looked up at the director with curiosity. “Let me explain, right now there is a very special government program that has just been opened for limited use.So it’s not widely known to the general public, but it is a program that we are considering on expanding depending on the long term results within the next decade." Ms. Colbatz pressed her hand on her stomach which made a shiver go down Claire's spine. 'Become a freaking amazon!? That's not possible! I've never heard of any technology that can accomplish that, besides, wouldn't that hinder the amount of littles that the amazons could adopt?' “To simplify my explanation, basically it involves a little being put back into the womb, or specifically the womb of an amazonian for the next few months as their genetic makeup is changed permanently. But the end goal is to allow a little for evolve into one of our kind. You would be administered several types of drugs before entering the womb, as the procedure is still considered highly experimental, though we have already had a few successful procedures this past year. This program can only be worked on by amazonians that are of my size, and as you can see, I’m an example of one that has agreed to partake in the program.” Claire felt like her soul was about to leave her body. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was something like out of a horror movie. Ms. Colbatz grabbed Claire’s hand and pressed it onto her stomach, which made Claire realize what Ms. Colbatz was trying to show her. “I currently have a precious little inside me as we speak. In a few weeks, she will be ready to come out and be reborn as an amazonian. Isn’t our technology just wondrous Claire? You no longer have to worry about being seen as a hindrance to our kind, instead you could become one of us." 'What the hell...Jesus!' While Claire found the amazonian world to be quite fascinating at when she first arrived but after seeing many of her co-workers end up in diapers and eventually adopted, she knew that staying around any longer would only put herself in danger. Especially with the regulation changes in the city laws. “What do you think Claire? I personally wouldn’t mind being your host for your rebirth.” Ms. Colbatz 'words were so horrifying that Claire didn’t realize that she had just wet her diaper. The disposable undergarment grew warmer by the second. Claire quickly nodded her head in disagreement, not hiding the fear on her face. She couldn't believe that something like this was allowed to happen, it felt wrong on so many levels. “I see…I guess some littles prefer a more... Care-free life. Hopefully you will be able to find someone that can properly take good care of you when the times comes." 'Ya, not gonna happen, in a few weeks I'll be out of this dimension and while I won't have the financial requirements to retire just yet, at least I won't have to worry about becoming someone's plaything.' As Ms. Colbatz got up from her desk, she then scooped Claire up by her butt, she soon then realized the critical mistake she had just made within her diaper. 'NO...NO WAY, that's not possible!' Claire thought it was just some mental relapse and that the warmth in her diaper was just only her sweat. She knew that she had perfect control of her bladder muscles and that using a diaper for it's intended purpose was almost like a death sentence in the amazon dimension. “I guess it’s a good thing for the both of us, that you wore some protection to our meeting, otherwise we would have quite the mess on our hands, haha.” Ms. Colbatz stated as Claire was in a state of shock. She couldn't fathom as to how she could have actually had an accident. Ms. Colbatz then carried the very stunned Claire out of her personal office and back into the executive room where Tracy and Kimberly were waiting. Claire slowly turned her head and noticed that Tracy was already back in the clothing that was wearing earlier. 'Just how long was I in that room for? It didn't feel like it was longer than fifteen minutes at most!' Claire noticed a clock on the wall and realized that a hour had passed since she was escorted by Ms. Colbatz into her personal office. Claire felt as if everything was coming down around her, including her perception on time. She wanted to vent her frustration but the only way she could do that was by suckling on her pacifier even more so. "I trust that everything went smoothly, Kimberly?" Ms. Colbatz asked as she handed Claire over to Tracy. "It didn't take long at all, we managed to find many mutual agreements on the proposal, now all we need is for the director of Diamond Tours to sign off on our deal and then we can move forward." Kimberly stated. "What's wrong Claire, you look a bit shaken up, did some...!!!" Tracy soon realized why Claire appeared to be very self conscious as she could feel the warmth coming from her diaper. Even the onesie couldn't hide the noticeable difference as the diaper expanded. “Ahh...Don't worry Claire, this won't change anything with us, so rest assured that nothing bad will happen to you. ” Claire lowered her head, feeling immensely embarrassed by the accident she had personally caused. She had done so much to prove that she could be seen as an equal to the amazons, but after one incident, she felt that all her hard work had been nullified. It didn't matter if Tracy was being courteous, she had never felt so vulnerable before. "Tracy was it? I had a wonderful time with my personal meeting with Claire, however it appears that she is in dire need of a change, I trust that can handle that? As director of the school, my time is valuable so I won't be able to stay around and chat as I need to make my daily rounds and check up on my teachers." “Of…Of course…” Tracy felt a bit bad for Claire. She always respected her co-worker for how far she had come as a portal little. She knew that her accident was most likely influenced by the soother in her mouth. Though she had no intention of speaking up about it as she also felt that Claire needed more proper guidance in her life. “Ms. Colbatz, before you go, here are the signed documents. Please go ahead and review them when you have the time." Kimberly handed the paperwork over to her boss before she was about to exit the room. “Good work everyone. Today is definitely a day for all of us to remember. Now then, if you will excuse me." Ms. Colbatz waved her goodbyes as she went about her daily duties. "She's quite the person, I don't think I could handle something so...Strenuous." Tracy said as she placed Claire over her shoulder while patting her soiled diapered butt. 'This is so god damn humiliating! Once I'm out of here, I'll pretend like this day never happened!' “It's not a job for everyone. Now then, if you two will follow me, I’ll escort you two towards the entrance. A vehicle will be waiting to drive you back to your headquarters .” Kimberly stated. “Umm…Before we go, can we atleast allow Claire to get herself changed first? She is still wearing your school’s onesie afterall.” Tracy asked as she tried to be of some help to her co-worker. Claire continued to remain quiet, knowing that anything she said or did would only bring attention to herself. 'If this accident is reported to the higher ups, I could be put on a probation period which would mean that I would be required to wear diapers for the next few weeks...Shit! Why did this have to happen! in one of the worst places possible?' “If it’s to change your co-workers diaper, then that will be fine, however since she has had an accident while on school grounds, she will be required to remain in a one for the rest of her time here and that is not negotiable. Also, like with the pacifier, Claire will be allowed to keep the onesie, as a gift for visiting our school.” Tracy looked at Claire, wondering if she had had any qualms about the gifts, however Claire kept her attention away from Tracy, as she was still severely embarrassed by her actions. Tracy sighed as she decided to take action and do what she thought was best. “If you have any spare diapers for Claire, I’ll get her changed right away.” Claire looked up at Tracy with a look of disbelief. While she was relieved that she would no longer be in a wet diaper,the idea of having to wear another one, was far from ideal. Claire was about to remove the pacifier from her mouth until Tracy gently slapped her hand, keeping the pacifier in her mouth. “You can remove it once we are on our way back, okay? If you try to remove it again, you are going over my knee, understand!” Claire quickly nodded her head in agreement, she had never been so afraid of Tracy before. She didn’t know why but she felt compelled to obey her command. The idea of being spanked by her co-worker sounded like a fate worse than death. 'This is so unfair, why do I feel so scared, it's not right!' Claire soon found herself on a changing table in a public restroom. She never felt so helpless as Tracy removed the snaps to her onesie and began to remove her soiled diaper. Up until now, she viewed Tracy as an amazon that she could at least trust to a certain degree. She never saw her as someone that could be considered threatening, but all of a sudden, it was like Tracy had become an overwhelming figure that could not be denied. 'if Aisha were here, perhaps this wouldn't be happening.' Claire began to think about her most trustworthy friend and co-worker and felt an elated sense of ease. Tracy could see that Claire had a smile on her face and mistook it for the clean new diaper that was about to be put on her. 'Adoption is definitely the best option for Claire, she has done more than enough for her kind. I think it's time that she let herself go and embrace the life of infancy.' Tracy began to think of a scenario where she could adopt Claire as well. She knew that Sally would be overjoyed to have a sister to tag along with. After having Claire's butt cleaned and then having some baby powder applied to her privates, Tracy secured the new diaper on her co-worker, she then buttoned up Claire’s onesie and then carefully carried her out of the school building where a car was waiting to pick them up. "See Claire, it's all over now. No more icky wicky wetty diapies for you!" Tracy kissed Claire on the cheek before waving her goodbyes to Kimberly. As the two of them took a seat in the back vehicle, Tracy requested to keep Claire on her lap during the ride back their building. 'Damn it, Tracy is going now acting on her maternal instincts, it's time that I snapped her out of it.' Claire removed her pacifier as she being cradled by Tracy, she needed to stop the endless baby treatment she was receiving. “Tracy! Just because I wet a diaper doesn't mean that I deserve to be treated like an infant! You know me better than most, I only went along with this farce because I didn't want to be on the wrong side of that etiquette school. And most importantly, why the hell was I even brought their if a presentation wasn't needed. I'm sure that you understand that as well. All that preparation we went through was just thrown out of the window, such a load of crap, I tell you that....HMPH!" Claire soon found her mouth silenced but not by the pacifier but rather a baby bottle filled with milk. "Claire, I need you to calm down, so please enjoy this bottle of milk until we get back to the building. I was saving this for Sally but I can always nurse her when I get back home, so it's a win-win." Claire began to fidget around and remove the bottle from her mouth, however Tracy quickly slapped Claire on her thigh, warning the girl that if she continued, she would soon have a very red rear-end. "If you continue this behavior Clair, I will also request to the higher-ups to have you remain in diapers indefinitely and perhaps put a petition in to adopt you myself, is that what you want?" Tracy’s words felt like having a knife around her neck. Claire quietly nodded her head that she would oblige without question. 'I can't reason with Tracy when she's like this. I just have to endure until we get back.' Claire reluctantly began to suckle down on the bottle while in the arms of the amazon. Claire soon found a creamy substance enter her mouth which invigorated her taste buds, it was a substance that entranced her to the point that she couldn't stop indulging in. 'What is this stuff? Milk? I've never had anything like it and I can't have enough of it. What have I been missing!?' Claire slowly closed her eyes as she began to feel more at peace with herself while downing the liquid substance. 'Looks like Claire has taken quite the interest in my breast milk, can't say that I'm not surprised. Any little, whether they are native or portal, always enjoy the milk we amazons produce. Once you are finished, I'll allow you to speak. But I just want to let you know that I personally believe you would be happier if you were adopted. Are you sure that I can't convince you to become my daughter? You and Sally would definitely get along quite well while under my care." Claire quickly finished the bottle off so she could speak up which surprised Tracy. "If I really wanted a mommy of my own, I would only take Aisha and no one else!" Claire yelled out while some of the milk was going down her chin. Tracy smiled at how cute Claire looked, even though she was obviously frustrated. "And don't put any words in my mouth, Ima big girl that can do big girl things!" Claire stopped for a moment to reflect on the way she was talking. It didn't sound normal, she believed that she was sounding like a irritable child. "Something wrong Claire?" Tracy asked as she wiped away some of the milk that was dripping on her chin. "Can...Can I please take this diaper off now?" “Once we get back to the building, you will have my permission to do so, until then...” Tracy then grabbed Claire's pacifier and gently placed it back into her mouth. Claire smiled as she felt her body becoming weaker and her eyelids becoming heavier. 'What was I angry about again? I don't remember now.' Sleep soon consumed Claire as she was nestled in the arms of her amazon peer. "You are such a precious little, it would be a shame if you were adopted by the wrong amazon. Perhaps I'll inform Aisha about what we discussed, hehe." Tracy brushed Claire's hair as they continued their trip back. * * * * * * * * * * * “Ms. Colbatz, now that the meeting is adjourned, can you please explain to me as to why you requested that portal little to come along to the meeting? We could have easily approved the contract with Diamond Tours via signatures.” KImberly asked, curious as to why her boss wanted a face to face meeting. “If you really need to know, it’s because I was requested by a family member of mine. She wanted Claire to become more passive via the new prototype pacifiers that our company has created." “Based on past results, that portal little will start growing more dependent on the soother, which should make her even more docile. I assume that your family member wishes to eventually adopt Claire? Kimberly asked as she followed her boss down the halls of the multiple classrooms that held many littles, both portal and native. “That is correct, my niece is very much interested in adopting Claire and requested that I help speed up the process. To be truthful, I would have not done so if Claire agreed to work for us or requested to go under the rebirth program, but alas, Claire declined both offers. I’m kind of disappointed but also happy for my niece. Hopefully I’ll hear good news from her later this week and be able to see Claire in a more suitable environment.” Ms. Colbatz began to greet some of the teachers and see how the progress was going within her school. “Slow and steady wins the race.”

I really wish I could come up with a fast and easy way to become a real bedwetter for those who want to get here. I doubt that exists. The unpredictability of the results of things like drinking more fluids shortly before bedtime is unfortunate. But we do know the basics: 1 - You have to be diapered in such a way that leaks are of zero concern. Otherwise, you will wake up if you do get the urge to pee while in bed. 2 - You have to be diapered in such a way that if your diapers get wet while you’re still awake, you will still not be worried about leaks. 3 - Going to bed wet helps some people. 4 - It takes time to develop a new habit — and that varies from person to person. 5 - You need to stay with it. Develop a routine that encourages bedwetting. 6 - Look at sites that purport to offer advice on stopping bedwetting and consider doing the opposite. 7 - Did I say staying with it? Even though I had a natural head start, my bedwetting became even more frequent because I pursued some of the stuff above. 8 - Does going 24/7 help? I don’t know. 9 - Once you get started, don’t decide that “oh, this time it’s not convenient so I’ll get up just this once and head for the restroom.” That reinforces the idea that you still have control which is the opposite of what you’re trying to do. 10 - Watch your food and fluid intakes with an eye to what is likely to cause bedwetting. 11 - When you do wet yourself in bed, treat it likes it’s no big deal — just something that happens that’s out of your control. It’s not hard to imagine others like @Enthusi have valuable tips to add to this. Info coming from those who started from scratch rather than someone like me who at least had an unfair advantage going into this could be a real encouragement. Good luck!

I have never allowed anyone to see me in my diapers (unless you count a couple of accidental sightings, but that’s another story). But recently I’ve been thinking it might be interesting to go to a diaper meetup. I am curious to hear about other people’s experiences. Have you ever been to one? What was it like? Was it weird at first letting other people see you in a diaper?

These are the only two options.

Gracie giggled her face was covered in oatmeal. " daddy messy " Gracie cooed to gwen as she was cleaned up. Gracie didn't really like her swim diaper is was really crinkly every time she moved. Once she was in her bathing suit she couldn't wait anymore to go swimming. "Otay im ready to go swimming " Gracie cooed outloud to gwen grabbing her hand.

ALWAYS in Diapeys for me!? Because I'm a BIG BABY Jeggy weggy!!!!!!??♥️???♥️??♥️????

Another edit of Ms. Alba rocking our favourite attire!

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Unfortunate image placement! Lol

So I'm an event neophyte myself; I'm curious about them but have concerns about privacy as well. I'm not an exhibitionist, but at the same time, what intrigues me is essentially what prompts me to participate here: the idea of meeting up with like-minded people and participating in some sort of community. To date, I have participated in a couple of events, and also met up with one person from this site, for lunch. The events were all at Rearz; I actually think I've been to maybe three or four of them, but for two of the four, all I did, really, was pick up an order. Of the other two, one was a warehouse sale, and the other was a Halloween party. Both were very well conducted, in my opinion, in terms of making everyone feel comfortable and relatively secure. They applied stickers to cell phone cameras on the way in, which is far from foolproof, obviously, but everyone seemed to abide by the request that nobody inadvertently be made to participate in someone else's social media feed. The warehouse sale featured some great prices on products, as well as snacks and drinks and a guest speaker, and allowed people to mingle and chat if they wanted to. The staff walked around and met people and answered questions and generally participated. Pretty much everyone there was dressed more or less in street clothing. A lot of them likely had diapers on, as befits the venue, but, for the most part, it wasn't obvious. There were a few people dressed up more, mostly younger women either in anime-themed outfits, or dressed "mildly" as littles, maybe with pacifiers or wearing short-alls, but nothing extreme and no exposed diapers. I wore jeans and a sweatshirt, my weekend "uniform", more or less, and I had a diaper on, but then again, I always have a diaper on. I wore something from Rearz; I figured it was the polite thing to do. The second event, the Halloween party, featured more "dress-up", as to be expected, but again, nothing offensive or over the top. Some people were dressed as littles, some people were dressed as Super Mario or a construction worker or a witch or whatever. I wore medical scrubs. Again, a good number of people had diapers on, but, nobody really flaunted them. They had a room set up for diaper changes, and a "decorate a pacifier" station, and a scavenger hunt, and snacks and drinks and a gift bag, and products on display and on sale. It was really interesting to chat with people in the venue and under those circumstances. The funny thing is, we mostly talked about, I don't know, the cost of car insurance or trips we had taken or our dogs or whatever - it wasn't all about the diapers, even though we were surrounded by what could be several lifetime supplies of them. It might be cool to attend another of their events with a plan to meet up with someone from here, if only because a lot of the people there were travelling in pairs or small groups, and being a lone individual who didn't want to impinge on anyone's privacy or interrupt anyone, I did stand around a fair bit before being welcomed into the occasional conversation. That's not who I am "in real life" - I attend business events solo and socialize, it's part of what I do for a living, but, I found it a bit harder to bring myself to broach people's "circles", because of the nature of the event. Questions of what they might think of me, what motives might they might suspect, etc, all played through my mind, particularly with younger people; what's this middle-aged "old guy" after? So, I wasn't as forward as I could have been. Still, I met a few people. The lunch I had with the fellow I met here was similarly low-key and quite normal. He and I had chatted via email and realized we where in the same area and even similar industries, so we both decided to take the plunge, and we met up at a restaurant that was proximal to both of us. It was going out on a bit of a limb for us both, neither of us having met up with anyone from "here" before, but based on what I'd read of his posts and based on our conversations, I was pretty sure that he was looking for lunch and friendly conversation, not an alternative-lifestyle tryst, not that there's anything wrong with that, but, it wasn't what we were shopping for. The lunch was great; the fellow was a well-spoken professional, entirely "normal" person, which was reassuring. As is generally the case, we never talked about what we were wearing under our clothing, and the predominant topic of this site only came into the conversation with respect to talking about our personal histories a bit. Overall, it was an entirely charming and prosaic breaking of bread between two people. I'd definitely do it again. That said, "your mileage may vary" - my advice would be, if you plan to meet up with someone in real life that you first encountered on the wild and vast online frontier, that you both are very clear about what you are after, and that you do it in a public place at a busy time, etc. I would say that my first experience doing this went extraordinarily well; it could have gone in another direction, obviously.

The spanking stung as blow after blow landed but after awhile it did grow warm.. Good is that it he thought to himself as he was crying and kicking his feet wanting her to stop and when she did he felt so relieved! “Wh- no please please!” He cried and without mercy the spoon landed on his ass and it hurt like hell as his cries rang out in the room.. ”Please please I’ll be good!” He cried as real tears came down his cheeks his ass was on fire it was like a inferno.. He was crying louder then a newborn as he was spanked repeatedly.. One thing for sure he learned to never throw anything again as that was all he could think about as this spanking seemed it would never end!!

It's definitely not totally out of the question. I have a book under another pen name I'm desperately trying to finish before getting to LCW. After that I have another forever project that I may try and get done first, but after that... it's definitely something I'm considering. As I was editing this it definitely seemed like something I could consider working on, it's just a matter of getting the time. It would be at least next year before I could start I think. It may happen though! Thanks for your kind words, glad you're enjoying it again! ?

" no I know what's best for you baby" she told him. Hailey finshed grocery shopping pretty quickly after that. She took the boys out to the car getting them both buckled in there seats. " you guys were both good at the store. So we can go to the park. " she said as she buckled James in. She checked his diaper again seeing it was soaked. " hopefully you don't leak before we get to the park " she said giving him his pacifer. Hailey got in the driver seat and drove to the park.

Alexis thought for a moment, "Can I watch TV? O-or maybe I can help mommy?" suggested Alexis wondering if that would ever be allowed or not because she was considered a toddler. Alexis giggled loudly in the bath tub having fun with the rubber ducks and other toys, "Yeah! That'd be awesome!" she looked shocked for a moment before grinning, "I hope we do become best friends I like her a lot and she's really fun." She never had a friend before except Callie.... Alexis was taking out of her thoughts by the splash and couldn't help but smirk as she splashed right back getting water all over Callie.

If I were in for a particularly long or arduous medical or dental appointment, I guess I'd bring in my laptop bag with an extra diaper in it, but lucky for me, I don't often have appointments that long. If I'm wearing a decent product, I know I'm good for at least a few hours. Were I contending with unpredictable #2 events, then all bets are probably off, and I'd have a crash kit with me everywhere, but such is not the case, thankfully. My dentist has to date never asked me to remove any clothing, so I don't give much thought to what I wear to those appointments, beyond wanting to be at the fresher end of the spectrum when hanging out with someone in close proximity for an hour. I always change right before a doctor's appointment, often in the washroom at the doctor's office, just on the off chance that there might be any interaction that involves "in trouser" work, but, with two exceptions so far, every time I've been invited to take my clothing off for a medical appointment, I've been provided with an opportunity to do that in private - either they leave the office or there's a cubicle you're assigned to "gown up" in, allowing ample opportunity to avoid having to appear in front of a highly-paid professional, while wearing toddler's underwear. The exceptions were, more recently, when a urologist and a resident invited me apropos of nothing to drop my pants for a prostate exam, and I was wearing a pull-up. They did not comment on it at all, which is not shocking, given their area of expertise - seeing protective undergarments would be par for the course, I'd imagine. The other time was when a nurse asked me to change into a gown, but then didn't leave the room, she just turned around and fiddled with the file and restocked a cabinet. That time, I had to remove a diaper as quietly as possible - I took the tabs off one side and then slid it down my other leg and bundled it up with my pants. I can't recall exactly what I had on but I think it was a Velcro-fastened diaper rather than tapes. She may have heard something but she didn't see anything.

Another pee-wet dream on Thursday night. This one was especially vivid. I was lying in bed alongside my beloved when it occurred to me that there was pee in my bladder. In my dream of course, I wasn’t wearing a nappy. I was wearing a pair of heavy, flannel pyjamas (it was 30C overnight and the AC above our bed was roaring so naturally our subconscious thinks “heavy flannel pyjamas”. It’s good that we don’t make real-world decisions based on subconscious logic.) Because I was dreaming, I thought it would be perfectly fine just to pee myself in bed next to her and avoid having to get up. I’m not sure I even needed to pee especially. It just seemed like a good idea. So I did. There ensued a hyper-real tactile experience of wetting my pants whilst laying on my left side in bed. I could feel the spreading warmth developing into hot trickles tracing a path across the front of my crotch down to my left hip. The concept of leaking was just that, a concept. What was a leak? I was wetting the bed right? (In actual waking-world, I was in a pinned terry towel nappy so there was indeed very little chance of doing damage with a side-loaded pee). As far as I know, I did not wake. Instead, I recalled the dream vividly when the alarm went off at 6am Friday and I greeted the dawn a warm wet crotch and left hip. Unsurprisingly, my bladder was empty at this point. Dreaming through an episode of wetting myself whilst in bed is far from new but there were a couple of hints that this phenomena is becoming more embedded (no pun intended) in my world. Firstly, this sleep-wetting episode occurred somewhere between 4am and 6am: early morning. There MAY have been earlier sleep wetting events that night but I can’t recall them. Previous events that I’ve been confident in pinning down (STILL no pun intended) to a time have overwhelmingly occurred in the first third of the night, the phase typically dominated by deep sleep. Based on smart-watch data and clock observations, I think I’ve even seen graphed reflections of me peeing in my sleep and briefly waking myself in the process. Either that or I pee myself during sleep phase transition. In any case, for me, it’s relatively unusual for a bedwetting event to occur in the early morning: it’s more commonly between 11pm and 3am. Secondly, no alcohol was involved. It had been at least 36 hours since I’d touched booze. Saturday morning I woke at 4am to discover that I’d again wet myself in slumber-land. I’d gone to bed in a dry cloth pull-up. I didn't feel wet on waking but a quick digital exploration confirmed soggy toweling under my plastic pants. It was then that I could recall a vague glimmer from some point during the night that I’d become aware I was peeing. I remembered becoming aware that I was “getting wet” down there and some kind of bladder spasm was underway but I never looked at the clock and I’d zero recollection of it finishing. It appears that the experience of urinating in bed has become normalised to the point where whilst it MAY rouse me, it may not be enough to reach full wakefulness before I sink back under waves of somnolence. Confident that I was reliably bedwetting I went to bed dry again the next night (more cloth pull ups) and had to “manually” wet my nappy at 3am because I needed to go and I was dry. Serves me right for being confident. The best way for me to wet the bed remains for me not to intend to.

I can answer this question because I was one before the internet. I was one when I was five. I just thought I was the only one. However, I don't know if I would have accepted AB/DL. I would still desire diapers, and would probably use them, but I would feel terrible about it. I might not realize that there were others. I don't believe we would have the quality of diapers that we have, and access to adult-sized baby items would be limited.

I was a DL before there even was an internet. I can remember vaguely wanting to go back to diapers as a kid. My parents told me I fought being potty trained very hard, and that I made it clear I wanted to be in diapers. I never really stopped. In that sense, I was physically potty trained, but on a mental/emotional level I never really was. . .deep down NEVER stopped wanting to be in diapers, all the way back to childhood. I remember seeing the first ads for pullups on TV in the mid 90's, before I ever got on the internet, and feeling profound envy that they now made diapers for bigger kids, and wished I could wear them. I remember my grandmother having to wear diapers in her old age, and seeing the big boxes of disposable diapers in her bathroom and desperately wishing I could wear diapers too. By the time I got on the internet when I went off to college, I was already a DL, I just didn't know the term.

Chapter 19: Contact -Victoria- Infernum Infantem – LittleFallenPrincess I put the kettle on as Nia sat down at the dining table in the kitchen. “What do you want to drink, sweetie?” I asked, without turning around. “I dunno… whatever…” She replied, sounding just like a bratty teenager. “Juice? Soda?” “Got any virgin blood?” “Damn… I knew I forgot something on my shopping list. Sorry sweetie, we’re fresh out of virgin blood…” I replied, turning my head and grinning back at her. “Juice will suffice. Much better for you than virgin blood too.” “I bet it is! I can’t see blood being very good for you… unless you’re a vampire.” “I could be one if I wanted to be!” She put her fingers up in front of her mouth, pointing down, to resemble the fangs of a vampire. “BLEH BLEH BLEH!” Which she really didn’t need to do, as she has fangs herself, though they aren’t as pronounced as a vampire’s. “You do realise vampires don’t talk like that sweetie? They’re not all from Transylvania…” “Well… well how do you know? Do you know any vampires?” She asked, in that bratty way kids do. “No, but I’ve done lots of reading. And apparently Beatrice knows some.” “Wait… really? What else can Beatrice do? What else does she know? She seems to know an awful lot…” “She’s a Witch, sweetpea. And so is her sister. They’ve been around the supernatural since they were born.” “How old is she? And wait… sister?” “I don’t know much about her family, she never told me. I have a feeling her sister is about the same age as me. And yes, she has a sister. Never met the girl, but she sounds lovely from what little Beatrice has told me about her.” “Can… Can we meet her? I’d love to meet more people on Earth.” She looked at me for a second before her eyes widened. “I mean not that I don’t enjoy your company… and Beatrice’s… it’s just… I’ve been stuck with sweaty nerds in Hell for decades… I’d like to meet more people like me I guess.” “More demons? Are there more demons on Earth?” I asked. “There's always demons on Earth… but no, I mean just… you know… otherworldly beings.” “So Witches, Vampires, Werewolves, etc?” “Yeah…” “Well I know they exist, but I’ve never been brave enough to get out there and mingle with the supernatural. I had my cult and my research… and my amulet… but that’s about it. The only people I know that aren’t just straight up human are you and Beatrice. But I could ask her if you want?” “I… I’d like that. Anyway! You were gone, what was that all about?” She asked, changing the topic back to the original reason we were here. The kettle stopped boiling, so I quickly prepared myself a coffee and poured a glass of fresh orange juice for Nia before walking over to her and sitting across from her, and sliding her drink over. “So… Beatrice’s contact got back in touch with her.” I said, taking a sip of my coffee that was waaay too hot to drink right now. “I gathered that. You went to see them. Who was it? What did they say? Is there a fix?” “Slow down babe…” “Sorry…” She wiggled about excitedly in her seat as she sipped her orange juice. “It’s okay, just… right, it was a contact, one who has a tiny bit of expertise in the demonic. And before you ask, he’s human. He’s a tinkerer, makes all sorts of things for all kinds of people… like you.” “Oh?” “And what he told me, is that whilst he’s never encountered a succubus himself, he is aware of infernal power spikes. Other demons can exude power usually when they feed. And because your way of feeding is a bit more… unique… compared to most demons, that’s why you only give away your position when you have sex or do anything remotely sexual.” “Okay… is that it? I thought we figured most of that out already.” Nia replied, rolling her eyes and taking another sip of her juice. “Bad news first. He can’t ‘fix’ your problem. But he has created something that may help us find a way that you can feed without giving off too much of a spike.” “Huh?” “Look, we can’t stop the power spikes, but he’s created this little device for us that will help us measure them.” I said, pulling out the little pocketwatch the guy gave me. It was an old, ornate little time piece. Brass by the looks of it, with a matching chain. On the front it had an inverted pentagram, and when you opened it, it had a normal-looking clock face. But the hands did not move. At least not yet they won’t. “That? That is supposed to help us? How?” Nia clearly wasn’t impressed. “Nia… don’t you understand what this gives us?” “No…” “Warning.” “Of?” “Say we have sex…” “I’m listening…” She grinned, resting her chin on her hands, looking at me. Her eyebrow raised seductively. I rolled my eyes in response. “Say we have sex… this will tell us when you start spiking. We can then wait for Hell to show up, and see how much build up it took to alert them. Then we know the limit. From there, we can try to work out how much you can feed before reaching the limit, and we can try to ration it out so it’s spread out instead of big bursts that will alert Hell. Understand?” “I… umm…” “We’ll have to find somewhere we can make a fast exit from, for when whatever-Demon-is-sent-after-you comes running… somewhere that won’t link back to me so that they won’t get any more suspicious than they already are of me.” “So we get to have sex in multiple places? Score!” She celebrated. “...For now. Once we’ve figured out how much life force you can take without alerting Hell, we can safely feed you at home.” “Spoilsport…” She crossed her arms and pouted. “...Or anywhere really…” I replied, throwing her a bone. Her face lit up again. “So… when are we trying this?” She asked. “Well we need to do it away from my home or my work. Otherwise the demons will be too suspicious, if they’re not already after sensing spikes both here and at my company. So somewhere more… public? How about I take you for a nice dinner… then maybe afterwards we get a hotel room? One with easy to access exits. We’ll need to make a run as soon as one of your fellow demons turns up…” “You really know how to show a demon a good time…” Nia laughed. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you get dessert too…” “How fancy is this place? Is it dressed up fancy? Or is it more casual?” Her demeanour suddenly changed at the promise of dessert. “There’s one place I’m thinking of, but it does mean you putting on a dress and us asking Beatrice…” “Ask Beatrice what?” I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Beatrice looking down at me. “You sneaky little…” Nia burst out laughing. She must have been in on it. She must have noticed her coming in. “Hey, you were so focused on this topic… So what restaurant?” Beatrice asked, sitting down next to me. “You know the one.” I replied. “Wait… really? That one?” She asked, surprised. “Which one? What’s so special?” Nia asked. “It’s just a restaurant she hasn’t been to in a while… not since…” ‘Not since… her.’ “Since what?” Nia looked really confused at this point. “It’s just one I haven’t been to in a while. I figured I’d take you. The food is really special.” I replied quickly, stopping this line of questioning. “So is she, if you’re taking her there…” Beatrice whispered to me as she stood back up and walked over to the kitchen. “So Bea… mind casting a glamour later? We’ll go earlier than I usually would, which means the place will be quieter.” “Sure. Are you driving there?” “Yeah. Figured it’s a nice day anyway, it would be nice to go for a drive with Nia.” “Well… I hate to be a third wheel… but could you drop me off at my sister’s on your way?” “Oh… sure… how come? Why can’t you just drive there?” I asked her. “I’ll be gone for a day or two.” Bea replied as she was doing something in the kitchen. “Oh? Is everything alright? Is this why you left earlier?” “It’s to do with that, yeah. And everything is fine, I just gotta help my sis with something. And I can’t drive there as your other car needs fixing…” “Fixing? What happened to it?” “It started making strange noises as I was driving back. I already called your mechanic, but he can’t fix it until tomorrow.” “Oh… well thanks for doing that, but what about you? How will you get home when you’re done at your sister’s?” “She’ll drop me off, don’t worry. If it’s too much hassle…” I looked over the table at Nia, who was giving me death stares. She clearly wanted me to give Beatrice a lift. For what reason… I have no idea. But I knew best not to piss off a demon, especially a hangry one. “Sure. We’ll give you a ride. Where does she live?” “In the city. Just a few streets away from the restaurant you’re going to.” ‘Wait… but most of the places there are just nightclubs and restaurants.’ I thought to myself. “Okay then…” I decided not to bring up that fact, intrigued as to where her sister actually lived. In all the time I knew Beatrice, she barely talked of her sister, other than little mentions here and there. No actual information. I didn’t even know her name. “Will we get to meet your sister?” Nia asked. ‘Ah… that’s why she wanted me to give her a lift…’ “You can say hi outside if you want. But you can’t come in. Sorry.” Bea replied. “How come?” Nia whined. “She’s very picky about letting strangers in.” “Awww…” Nia pouted now, and sat back in her chair with her arms crossed. “Well do what you want for now, we’ll head out late this afternoon. Nia, what are you going to do?” I asked, moving on from this topic. “Probably play my new game! I barely got to play it!” “Okay sweetie. Have fun. I’m going to do a bit of work in my study. And yes, you can join me there if you want.” Nia’s smile grew as she downed her orange juice and jumped up out of her chair, rushing off to get her game no doubt. “She loves spending time with you…” Beatrice commented. “And I her…” I replied, smiling and thinking about that cute little smile of Nia’s. ========================================================== “Are we there yet?” Nia whined from the back seat. “No sweetie. But nearly.” Beatrice replied. “Vic… it’s a left, then a right, then it’s just on the right hand side of the road.” “Okay Bea.” I replied to her, driving down the city streets in my sports car. Nia had put some metal music on the radio, the sun was shining, and the streets were mostly empty. I was glad I decided to do this just before rush hour, it means we can have this nice drive before an early dinner. Means we’re also more alert when we test out that little device Beatrice’s contact gave us. I was dressed in my favourite red dress, one I hadn’t worn in forever. Black heels and a black purse contrasted the long, strappy dress nicely. I hadn’t done much with my hair, I just let it flow down my shoulders, though after this drive, with the wind blowing through the car, I’d probably have to sort it before we got there. Nia wore a shorter little black dress. One that really stood out on her glamoured pale skin. And Beatrice had even changed too, although as she was just crashing at her sister’s place, she opted for jeans and a blouse. Which was still weird, most of the time she’s in her pyjamas or that maid uniform of hers… Left. Right. And just as we turned into the road we were heading for, Beatrice sat up. “Just pull in the driveway over there…” She instructed. “Which one?” I asked, looking around for a driveway. All I could see were huge buildings. Not huge like my company’s building, but still rather large. “The one on the right. The one that looks a little like a hotel.” “That dark, dingy one?” “That’s the one.” I pulled into the driveway, and outside the door was a figure, waiting for us. “Who… who is that?” Nia asked, taking her belt off and jumping forwards in her seat to get a closer look. “That… is my sister.” Beatrice sighed. Slowing the car to a complete stop, I engaged the handbrake and opened the window on my side of the car. The ‘sister’ walked over and stopped by the side of the car as Beatrice quickly got out and ran around, jumping into her sister’s arms, giving her a massive hug. I still hadn’t had a good look at this woman, other than her fiery red hair, similar to Beatrice’s. The only thing I could clearly see from this view was her black robe. Similar to Beatrice’s whenever she had to do some serious spellwork. “You okay sis?” Beatrice asked. “Yeah. And these are…?” The woman asked. “Victoria and Nia.” “Ah. The cultist and the demon.” “You’ve heard of us? I’m sorry, we’re awfully uninformed as to who… or what you are.” I asked. Beatrice bent down so I could see her face. “Let me introduce you… Victoria, Nia… this is my sister, Elizabeth.” ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next 4 chapters of Infernum Infantem are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. You get two weeks early access to chapters of Infernum Infantem. New chapters of Infernum Infantem every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

I was DL long before the internet

If you engage in proper prep and use enough lubricant than age is not an issue.

Chapter 4 – Sally and the Ponies We walked in to the room completely amazed, trying to take in all the activity and everything we were seeing. As we stepped forward a cute petite girl with pink hair in pigtails waddled up to us in her pink jumper. “New Babies, New Babies!”, she squealed happily, took our hands and let us down to a lower level were it was soft and padded and then pulled us down almost on top of her. “I’m Sally, Welcome!” We melded into a three person cuddle ball as she hugged the both of us passionately. Another boy and girl who were close by crawled over and hugged us. “This is Jacee and Tim!”, giggled Sally. I peed in my diaper more as I hit the ground and thought how nice it felt to have the warm pee filling my soft diaper. The feeling of the tight jumper pressing it against my privates…I squirmed in it during our baby hug-ball and shuddered at the amazing coziness. Julie and I just seemed to be accepting all this as it came. I felt very pliable and willing. We could probably have been talked into anything. “This drug!”, I thought, then just went with it again – enjoying the amazing sensations I was feeling. “I’m sweepy..”, Sally yawned cutely, as the other two babies crawled away and continued what they were doing. “Can you hug me till I fall asleep?”. “Sure little sweetie”, I said softly. She smiled and started squirming around between us to get comfortable. Her little warm shifting body felt amazing and it was making Julie and I even hotter than we were. I looked at Jules and could see she was enthralled with the pink haired little baby girl, and put one of her legs over Sally’s thigh to snuggle her closer. Sally closed her eyes and seem to relax… then her face started to scrunch up and her cheeks turned a little pink. We could see she was straining and she grunting softly and raising her bum off the soft floor a bit. We herd a couple of soft puffs coming from her diaper and then heard it crinkle as it expanded under her. The poopoo smell wafted up to us - and I don’t think a smell has ever made me tingle more with horniness in my life. “Aw, did baby to a poopies?” Julie cooed in her ear. “yeah, I did my messies, mmmm”, Sally whispered, her eyes still closed. She strained one more time – a cute little fart came from her diaper as the last bit of soft poo mushed into her full padding. Then she relaxed, smiled and almost immediately fell asleep between us. Julie and I started caressing the stinky sleeping baby between us. We rubbed her body, her breasts and nipples under her jumper, her belly. We both slid our hands under her cute little bum and felt the hard lump of her poop jutting out from the back of her diaper. We were completely mesmerized by it. She sighed in her sleep when she felt us pushing her big mess against her. Julie and I were both instantly in love with this beautiful little girl. We would have loved to fall asleep entwined with her, drifting off to the smell of her stinky girl diaper poo between us. But we were too excited and curious about what was going on around us. We turned to the big stuffed ponies in the middle of the room. There was a girl on one of them startling it like a real horse. Her face was turned away from us but we could see her legs and arms straining hard against the pony. She was red and sweaty. We could see the attachment that we noticed earlier coming from the back of her jumper just above her bum was vibrating a little with a mechanical sound, and one of the tubes had some clear fluid pumping into her diaper. We watched as her breath turned into soft desperate moans as she started bucking against the stuffed animal she sat on. She tensed up hard and spasmed for almost a minute and a half. Then the attachment stopped whirring and she slumped against the pony breathing heavily. A boy baby waddled up to her and gave the attachment a half turn until it clicked. He pulled it out of the attachment hole on her jumper revealing a 15” long shiny, slick, pink attachment with what looked like a buttplug shape on the end. There was a hole in the end of it that was dripping with wat looked like slime or lube. He helped the girl off the ponie, who crawled away slowly and languidly and plopped down on the floor on her side. He noticed us watching. “You guys want pony rides?”, he asked us smiling. We we far too curious about the strange attachments to say no. We untangles our selves from our stinky little sleeping baby girl and crawled over to the ponies. “Here climb on!”, the boy said to Julie. She climbed up on the pony giggling and strattled it. He took the appendage – slid it into the attachment on her jumper slowly – clicked it into place and hit the pink button on the side of it. I watched as she started suddenly, her eyes popping open wide, and uttering an involuntary “ooo!”. The mechanism then started whirring mechanically. Julies eyes rolled back in her head- she immediately tensed and leaned forward clenching the pony with her arms and thighs. She was moaning loudly. As I was completely transfixed watching Julie, I felt the boy pushing the attachment down the back of my diaper. It was still slick and slimy from the girl before me an slid easily down between my butt cheeks and extended further into my diaper. The boy pushed the blue button on the machine and I felt it whir to life. The end of it did a 180 degree turn in my diaper. I felt it splooge something warm and viscous all over my shaved pink bumhole then push its way deep into me. “ah!”, I squeaked, I had not done much ass play in my life there was a pang of pain – but the drug was still active, relaxing me, so it was not that bad. It expanded itself, pumped more gooey juice into me and nestled against my prostate. There was a hidden strap around the belly of the jumper that tightened – holding the mechanical dildo in place. Then it started vibrating and rubbing against it slowly up my ass. I immediately tensed with pleasure and leaned against my pony as Julie had done. It must have had some kind of electrical stimulation as well as I felt waves of pleasure through my limp cock and balls. An indeterminate amount of time went by and I heard Julie moaning even more loudly. I turned towards her. She was straining and bucking against the pony intensely. She was almost screaming now.. “ooohhh, OHHH!, oooooohhhh”, she cried, “OOhh I’m cuuuumming, ooh, I’m gonna, oooh, poop myself, ooooo”. The machine was whirring at a fever pace. Julie suddenly tensed, her neck muscles straining as her head rolled back. I could hear the hissing as she sprayed girl cum into her diaper. Then the gurgling, farty, noise as she filled the back of it up with hot poop. Just after this, her machine stopped and she slumped down on the pony going completely limp. My own orgasm was getting closer and I could concentrate on nothing else. It was the most intense I’ve ever felt. I raised myself up on the stuffed animal as if trying to get away from the pulsing machine in my ass, then sank back down pushing harder into me and riding it. My orgasm was like fireworks in my brain and body. I could feel my limp cock spasming streams cum into the front of my diaper padding as the machine pumped me as its max intensity. I saw stars, felt the room spinning, and everything went black.

That was a short chapter but I liked the way his father reacts about the diapers and I sensing Kelly is liking a bit to much babying zack !! Curious to see how he gonna react about daytime diapers is she gonna make he uses for both pee and poop ? She gonna treat him like a baby with car seat highchair and etc ?

Have you read anything by @oznl? He's been 24/7 for a bit over 4 years now, and he does a great job of documenting his ascent (or descent...) into unpredictable bedwetting. I'm on the same path he's on, a few months behind him in duration, and I can honestly say now that, yes, I "should" or "need" to wear diapers to bed. I'd been waking up and allowing wettings to commence before drifting off to sleep again for a couple of years at least before I started having "suspected" involuntary events, but I doubted their legitimacy at the time, thinking that I must have allowed it happen, and then simply forgotten about it in the fog of slumber. It took until year 3 for me to start believing that, yup, sometimes I fall asleep like a stone and have no recollection of having awakened, but, my diaper speaks to nocturnal happenings. I'm still very unreliable in this department, sometimes either waking up dry or having recalled events where I awakened because of a need to pee, let it happen, and fell asleep again, for two or three weeks, but then I'll sometimes have one or two of those nights where I'm wet and have zero recall of how that might have happened, in a given week. Often after drinking. Funny enough, this almost seem to happen more often when I don't want it to, such as when I'm sleeping over at a friend's place or sharing a hotel room with someone. The question becomes, having "trained" myself that it's okay to pee when I'm not conscious of it, how would I get that functionality back, given that I'm unconscious when it's happening? Not that I want to, but, I feel it is my duty to serve as a road sign for an upcoming curve, to those who are taking this strange highway.

Just squeezing the sphincter as if my life depends on it. At one point the bowels give up and the urge disappears.

I've had incontinence issues in the past but with proper medical care and not incontinent now. That said, neither my Wife or Boyfriend would have an issues if I was so I'd tell them as soon as diagnosed. It's just another medical condition in my eyes so I wouldn't hide it from either of them.

It's a good question. I'm not currently anyone's "little", but, my spouse knows I wear diapers all the time and she puts up with it, and sometimes helps me organize my diaper stash, or she's packed diapers for me for trips, things like that, so I suppose she's "kind of" caring for me, in that way. Plus she does like 90% of the cooking and a lot of the heavy lifting with respect to our daughters' activities - she knows who needs new tights or ballet shoes, and where to get them, and I do not. What I do in return is most of the household cleaning, the carrying and running of laundry (she sorts it), and pretty much all of the outdoor stuff like lawn and pool maintenance. But, I also recognize that we spend money on my diapers, and that it takes up some physical and psychological space in our household, so, if she's into something, I make sure that I indulge it accordingly - if she wants some kitchen gadget or she wants to crochet or decorate cakes, for example. She also loves beaches, so we do a few beach trips a year, some daytrips in the summer, a cottage rental, maybe a trip somewhere warm in the winter (Covid stomped that activity for a while). My point is, as the "cared for" person, I think it's wise to make sure that the caregiver feels cared for as well, and that they're getting their needs met so that they have the energy to meet your needs. That could be as simple as just being a good little and entertaining yourself for a while with your toys or what have you, so that they can read a book or have a phone conversation or drink a glass of wine, or, it could mean putting jeans on over your diaper and going out to detail their car, or, sending them to visit their sister in Albuquerque, or a subscription to Ferrets Monthly, or whatever their thing is. Being an active little, you can take up a lot of time and space, and diapers cost money, so, make sure that they get theirs in return, whatever form that may take, is my advice.

Not being incontinent I've never had that conversation with my Wife or my Boyfriend.

I took an admittedly less direct approach. I “came out” to my wife about wearing diapers, which I was already doing. I had worn diapers to bed for most of a year, and had actually been living 24/7 for around 8 or 10 weeks, with great difficulty, as anyone here who wears diapers with any frequency will understand. It is possible to wear diapers around someone on any given day in 100% stealth and be completely successful, but, doing it every day, day in, day out, with someone you live with… it gets hard. There’s too much to stay on top of. New diapers need to come in, old diapers need disposed of, you can never get changed or, say, take a shower, without a completed plan of action and a wardrobe on hand. I knew that if I was going to be successful at putting myself back in diapers, I was going to have to open up to her. However, she is very, very vanilla, and, while not overtly religious herself, she grew up in a religious family. Not that the bible has much to say about if thou shalt wear baby pants, but, she’s innately conservative, is my point. So, I leaned into a medical explanation for needing to wear them, when I initially told her. She knew about my history as a champion childhood bedwetter, and, I was on a medication that could, if you stretched it, maybe have nocturnal wetting as a side effect. However, then, I started stretching out what “overnight” meant, and wearing diapers until late in the morning because “I got really busy at work” (working from home), and “getting ready for bed” almost right after dinner, until the only time that I had a diaper on and she didn’t know about it was from noon until 6 or 7 in the evening. Then, I just started openly wearing diapers all the time. I never said why, and, mercifully, she never really asked. Here I am, almost 4 years later, wearing diapers full time, and when we’re getting ready for an impending trip, for example, she packs diapers for me. So, it worked out for me. Your mileage may vary.

@Snugglebear_69 & @Dookey how long did it take you guys to share you were incontinent. I did it after 3 weeks, i had issues being concerned about trying to hide it. She had no issues with my IC issues.

Definitely always for me! ?

PART FOUR When Audrey picked up her phone, Cassidy’s heart skipped a beat. The only reason she agreed to temporarily put the fairy costume on was because she and her sister were the only ones that would see it. The only important ones, at least. Even if a hundred people saw her at the faire, Cassidy wouldn’t really care. While it was an embarrassing get-up, the opinions of a bunch of random strangers didn’t mean anything to her. Plus, the whole point was to be in disguise. Once she changed into a sexier costume, no one would remember her as the pink-clad fairy girl. But if her unpredictable younger sister took a pic and posted it somewhere online? God, that would require so much damage control. Cassidy let out a quiet sigh of relief when her sister merely used the phone as a means to check the time. Until what came next, of course. Hair and make-up? The former would be easy enough to undo after the gate, but fixing her face would be a whole thing. Since she made a conscious effort to accent her mature features while eliminating anything youthful, Cassidy’s make-up routine was pretty extensive. Doing it all over again, outside, with only a hand mirror, would be a total pain. Besides, the workers at the ticket booth were dealing with dozens of people at a time and making minimum wage for their troubles. It’s not like they were going to look that closely. “No make-up,” she said. Audrey just rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Turn around? I need to do your wings.” Might as well. Cassidy didn’t really want to fuss with the straps herself anyway. Turning 180 degrees, she impatiently followed Audrey’s simple instructions. One arm through, then the other, then ‘arms up!’ so the lower strap could be done. The problem was, Audrey seemed way more focused on the task than on Cassidy’s comfort. Each arm was pulled here and there during the first half of the process, but the worst careless act was when both of Audrey’s palms rested on Cassidy’s chest. “Careful!” Cassidy exclaimed. “Relax, Cassie.” Undeterred, Audrey finished up situating the strap where it was supposed to go, then finished things off by giving both boobs a playful squeeze. “It’s not like there’s even anything there.” Cassidy gasped. Eyes wide from both the shock and the audacity, she yelled, “HEY.” Slapping Audrey’s arms away, she took several hurried steps forward before swiveling around to glare at her younger sister. “Never do that again. Hear me?” It wasn’t the first time she had been teased about her not so impressive chest. The bigger issue was the way Audrey just violated her. Even worse, she was being so casual about it. Including her response. “Oh my God, chill. We’re sisters. What’s the big deal?” “I don’t care. Pretty sure you’d freak out if someone did that to you.” “Doubt it. Here, want to try?” With a confident smile, Audrey stepped forward and jutted out her chest as a way to offer it to Cassidy. And, even though Cassidy wouldn’t do something like that in a million years, it didn’t stop her eyes from noticing the overt cleavage accentuated by the wench costume. Not fair. It was SO not fair that Audrey got all the height and curves in the family, and Cassidy was stuck with her short, petite form. At the same time, she was a fucking adult. While she was still often self conscious about her size, and took several measures to offset her immature features, she had mostly outgrown her teenage jealousy of her sister. Except, of course, when Audrey threw things like this in her face. “Let’s just go,” Cassidy said. Her sister’s question was pretty much a trap no matter how she answered it, which meant ignoring it was the best choice. No longer wanting Audrey’s cleavage in her peripherals, Cassidy turned and went to grab her purse and shoes. Naturally, Audrey had something to say about that as well. “Umm, sis? I can hold onto your things. Wouldn’t it look kind of weird if you had a purse?” Not really. Girls these days were getting smartphones and credit cards at such a young age. But Cassidy was a little flustered about everything from the last few minutes, and taking the path of less resistance was slowly getting easier. “Fine.” After all, her phone was locked, and she and her sister had noticeably different credit cards. Still, even though she could tell herself that it was fine, and that it would be easy enough to keep an eye on Audrey, it still made Cassidy nervous when she actually had to deal with her things being taken by her sister. One by one, Cassidy passed over her cell phone and her wallet, and both disappeared into Audrey’s purse. While still attainable just a few feet away on the bed, her personal possessions felt further away than that simply because they were no longer in a familiar bag. Before Cassidy could change her mind, Audrey was taking her hand. “Come on, sis. I still have to do your hair.” Once again just going along with it, Cassidy let herself be let into her sister’s bathroom. She would have much preferred sitting on Audrey’s bed, or at her desk; anything to avoid looking in the mirror. But the moment they stepped into the well lit room together, Cassidy was face to face with a much younger looking version of herself. A little fairy, whose cheeks were suddenly the same color as the rest of her ensemble. “Audrey-” “Close your eyes, sis. Your hair is going to look SO cute.” “But-” “Eyes closed, Cassidy!” Reluctantly obeying, Cassidy closed her eyes with a tiny huff. This was getting so out of hand, and yet she felt powerless to do anything about it. ----------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my Patreon: www.patreon.com/user?u=73056590

I really don't have an issue seeing used diapers disposed of properly while out in public. As long as its in the trash then its all good. I don't agree with leaving it out somewhere for someone else to deal with.....that just isn't polite.

Chapter 27 ((Content warning: Self Harm, descriptions of depression)) Monday morning came on unbearably hard. Melody looked out at the snow dumping out of the sky and piling on the lawn. It would be absolute heaven to get a fresh diaper, a snowsuit and go out in the fluffy white with Briana. They checked their phone for the tenth time. School wasn’t cancelled. In fact, the administration had issued a statement that the roads were freshly plowed and that all classes were to go ahead. Melody’s last hope was that one or all of their professors would cancel, but no luck there either. “Good morning, Melody.” Veronica said. She’d let herself in to Melody’s room and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Oh uh, hi.” Melody turned away from the window. “Don’t I usually go to you for the morning thing?” “No, lately you don’t.” Veronica said primly. Melody looked away guiltily. “Uh, sorry.” “I’m not here to push blame on you, but we are going to be honest. Now, while I get you changed and ready for the day, we have to talk about at least one thing going on in your life.” Veronica said. “Please don’t make me.” Melody whimpered. They were tearing up again. They hated that they were crying so much lately. “It doesn’t have to be about Rosa or Beatrix.” Veronica said. “Though I would be happy to talk about them. It just has to be something about how you’re feeling.” Melody sighed. They nodded slowly. “I guess I have some questions about the way I’ve been acting this weekend. Little, but it feels like more than a game this time.” Veronica whisked the covers off of Melody and scooted them onto a changing blanket. The room was a little chilly, especially when Veronica took their pajama pants down. “You’ve been wearing diapers for a while, even when I wasn’t directly enforcing it. It sounds like you had some little-space experiences recently, though you haven’t told me about those yet.” Veronica said kindly. She wasn’t making eye-contact, focusing instead on getting Melody out of their diaper and wiping them clean. “Oh right. Uh, I did it once with Tamira. A couple of times with Rosa. It was uh…” Melody whimpered. “You said we didn’t have to talk about Rosa.” “We don’t have to. It might help you to, though. Especially if it’s about the good experiences you had.” Veronica said, getting a fresh diaper under Melody. “That’s the problem though.” Melody said dully. “Those are gone now. She broke up with me.” Saying it out loud was a fresh stab to the barely healed wound. Melody trembled, feeling dizzy and sick. “I’m so sorry to hear that. I think she was very good for you. You two looked happy together.” Veronica said. “We were.” Melody said softly. “Let’s take a step back to what you were saying earlier.” Veronica said, tenderly patting baby powder onto Melody’s skin. “You said you had more than one little space experience with Rosa.” “Yeah.” Melody said with a heavy sigh. It was painful to think about, but nothing compared to remembering their breakup. “It felt so good. I was really safe with her. It was nothing like the diaper stuff I did with Bea. It was perfect.” “Did allowing yourself to be little help you feel safe here with us?” Veronica asked. She patted the tapes on Melody’s diaper, checking that the fit was snug. “Did it recapture some of that feeling?” “I think so.” Melody said. “Especially playing with Briana. I really appreciate you and Jane taking care of me.” “That’s part of our solution to your hurt, then.” Veronica said. “I’d be the last person to tell you to repress and forget a trauma. At the same time, you don’t have to examine it when it’s fresh and painful. Take a few days to recover with your support network. When you feel stronger, we’ll look at what caused this.” “I was doing that.” Melody said. They wanted to roll over and snuggle up to Veronica. Today had to be an adult day, so they couldn’t. “Now I have to go back to school and work and face everything.” “You do.” Veronica said, her tone kind but direct. “When you come home, you’ll be supported again. I will take some of the logistic worries away for you, tracking what you need to do and when. As soon as your work and homework are done, you can be little again.” “Like a secret identity.” Melody said. They looked up to see confusion on Veronica’s face. “You know, superheroes.” “I don’t know a lot about comics.” Veronica said, like there weren’t also dozens of movies in a multibillion-dollar genre of movies with superheroes in them. “But I imagine it would be exhausting to be someone like Superman. To be seen all the time as a literal savior and demigod. I’m sure someone like that would find a Clark Kent persona to be relaxing. To be someone who is only expected to write an article, not save the world.” “You’re saying that when I’m done with my work all I have to do is…” “Is play nicely with your sister and listen to your caregivers.” Veronica said. “That could be good.” Melody said. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome. That wasn’t terrible, was it?” “It wasn’t fun.” Melody said. “I feel better now, though.” “That’s how therapy often goes. Alright, out of bed with you. I got you showered last night but we still need to get your teeth brushed and clothes on.” Veronica said. Ready for school way earlier than normal, Melody decided to eat breakfast up in Briana’s room. They found their sister snuggled under a pile of blankets with a cup of hot chocolate, staring out at the snow in wonder. “Melody!” Briana said brightly. “It’s snowing so much!” Melody chuckled. “You going to go out and play in it today?” “Yeah! Can you play with me?” Briana asked. “After school maybe?” “Sorry sis.” Melody said. “I’ve got homework and regular work.” “Aww. Well, I’ll make a snow they/them just for you.” Briana said brightly. “Hah, a SnowEnby.” Melody munched on the unadorned blueberry toaster waffles she’d brought. “Thanks for the save yesterday.” “I’m glad I could do it!” Briana said. “I wish I could do it alla-time, but it’s so hard to be big. Are you going to be okay today, not being little?” “I have to be.” Melody shrugged. “But Veronica said I could be little when all my stuff is done. So, it’s kind of like being little is my secret identity.” “Ooh, like a superhero!” Briana said. Melody was glad to see that their sister wasn’t as uncultured as Veronica. “Yeah, pretty much. I do all the important stuff and then I get to hide away as someone else.” “That’s what I want to do. But I feel like this is me. The little Briana is the real Briana. Being Big Briana yesterday felt like playing pretend.” “That just makes you Shazam!” Melody said with a shrug. “Huh?” Briana asked. “I don’t know that one.” “Oh man, I really have to start showing you the Historical Documents.” Melody said. Briana gave them another blank look. Melody facepalmed. “You haven’t seen GALAXY QUEST?” Melody shook their head. “It’s worse than I thought. Anyway, first things first. Shazam is a hero who’s a little boy, but he can turn into a powerful adult hero when he says Shazam!” Briana stared at Melody in wonder. She leapt out of bed, splashing her cocoa across the rug. “Melody you’re a genius!” “Heh, thanks.” Melody said. They braced themself for impact, putting their free hand around Briana after she crashed in for a hug. “You really are, you know that right?” Briana said, half muffled by Melody’s shirt. “Your computer stuff is super impressive. I heard Mom talking about it. She said the Dean of Computer Science was talking about you.” “Uh yeah, I’m pretty good at that kind of stuff.” Melody said. “I’m still not clear on how knowing about Shazam! makes me a genius though.” “I think I really can do that.” Briana said, hopping back. “I can put on Big Briana if I know it’s just for a while. It’s trying to be Big Briana inside that makes it hard. If it’s just like transforming into a Knight of Cloudland, then it’s okay!” “Huh, I guess if that works for you, I like it.” Melody said. “Uh, you realize you spilled your hot chocolate, right?” “I did?” Briana looked behind her. “Oh no! Mom’s gonna be mad, and I’ll lose Santa Points!” “Santa Points?” Melody asked. “Actually, never mind that right now. I’ll help you clean it up, okay?” “Really?” Briana asked gratefully. “Anything for my little sister.” Melody said. Leaving Briana behind and going to school was a nightmare. Melody was sure their face was either Sad Meme Cat or Hide the Pain Harold all day. It wasn’t their long day, at least. Most of the day on Mondays could be spent hiding in an undergraduate lab, running unit tests on their thesis project. It was looking like there were only thirty more minutes of work, when the computer lab suddenly got very loud. Melody looked up in confusion at the cacophony of coughs, muttering, and exclamations. With all the undergrad boys looking the same direction, it was easy to spot the source. Beatrix had made an entrance. She was wearing a vee-necked, backless romper like she was Emma Frost, and the cold couldn’t touch her. Didn’t she realize that the undergrad labs were full of some for-real awkward nerds? Now the animals were spooked. Beatrix spotted Melody and strode toward her. One of the bolder undergrads slid his chair out and tried his luck with a “Hey beautiful.” “Not on your best day.” Beatrix said coldly. “Or on my worst.” Bea stepped around the guy like he was a bug. “Melody. We have to talk.” Beatrix announced. Things were getting weirder and weirder with Beatrix. That had almost sounded like a request. Melody nodded a little. “Uh, okay. I just have to finish up here. We can meet in like thirty…” Melody blinked in surprise as Beatrix pulled the power cord out of the back of their computer tower. “We can talk now.” Beatrix said. That was more like the Bea that Melody knew. At least their work had autosaved. “Uh, fine.” They said. Melody picked up their bag and shuffled out of the lab behind Beatrix. Nothing to make a bad day worse like having an entire computer lab stare at them. Melody was going to have to find a new lab to be incognito in. If they came back, at least one of those guys was going to start a conversation by saying, “I’m just curious…” Beatrix lead Melody to another office under renovation, unlocking it with her construction key. “How did you even get that key?” Melody asked. “I stole it off some idiot’s tool cart.” Beatrix said, rolling her eyes like it should have been obvious. “It’s handy to be able to get into a private space whenever you want.” “Okay, kind of weird, but not a sin.” Melody said. “What do you want to talk about?” Beatrix sat on the desk that had been pushed up against the bookshelves. The opposite wall was all torn up. It looked like some shelves had come off that wall, but nothing had been re-plastered yet. “I was a little freaked out the other day.” Beatrix said. “I lost my cool. Not my fault, I was under a lot of stress. Plus, you caught me off guard.” “Um…” Melody felt pressure building on their chest. That day was the last day they wanted to talk about. “Doesn’t matter, that shit’s behind us now.” Beatrix said. “You were out of line, but you were right about one thing. I’m attracted to you.” Melody chewed their lip. What even was going on? Was Beatrix trying to have a relationship discussion with them? Did she not realize what she’d done, was still doing to Melody? “Nothing to say?” Beatrix asked in irritation. “I know you think I’m hot. After undergrad, you stayed in touch because you wanted to touch me.” “Uh yeah, that’s true.” Melody blushed. “Well now you can, but we have to get a couple of things straight.” Beatrix said. “We’re not going to get anything straight if this ends in us making out.” Melody said with smirk. “Oh god, lesbian jokes.” Beatrix shook her head. “Focus Mel! I’m attracted to you, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Obviously, there’s nothing wrong with that. Melody thought. “But you’re the submissive one!” Beatrix said sharply. “Okay? There’s nothing wrong with me being hot for you, as long as you’re the bitch.” “Uh Bea that’s not really…” “Hush!” Beatrix commanded. “You win, okay? You get all this.” Melody stared at Bea in confusion. Is this what it would be like to date her? The whole conversation was rough, angry, with hidden mines scattered through it. “You still don’t understand? Well, it’s cute that you need permission anyway.” Beatrix said. “Melody. Come here and kiss me. Now.” Melody swallowed hard. They didn’t want to. Except they did want to. It wouldn’t really be cheating anymore, would it? Beatrix would get nicer as time went on, surely. This was just the start of – something. The start of something that wasn’t alone. Melody walked forward tentatively. Beatrix kept her eyes on them the whole way, enchantingly focused on them. By the time Melody reached Bea, their heart was pounding. She smelled so good. She looked amazing. The kiss felt like a first kiss. It was gentle, exploratory. Beatrix held Melody’s head like a lover, not an attacker. By the third kiss, Beatrix had gently moved Melody’s hands to her chest. Shortly after she had her hands down the back of Melody’s pants. “You’re still wearing diapers?” Beatrix whispered in Melody’s ear. “Do you know how hot it is that you’re so obedient?” Melody shivered and moaned. They wasn’t wearing them for Bea, but that wasn’t a fact that needed explaining right now. “You don’t have to be a diaper dolly anymore.” Beatrix whispered lustily. “But if you like to play pretend you can be my puppy, or my pony, or my toy.” Melody gasped and kissed Beatrix harder, biting Bea’s lip gently. They got a bite back in return, forcing another moan out of Melody. “Get me off, toy.” Beatrix said, shedding her romper from her shoulders, and pushing Melody’s hands downward. “You haven’t earned a reward from me yet, but if you make this good for me, I’ll make you come later this week. In my bed.” “Oh god.” Melody said hoarsely. Beatrix was warm, soft, and wet under Melody’s hands. Her moans were needy and ecstatic in Melody’s ear. Between moans, Bea gave specific orders, teaching Melody how to please her. It wasn’t long before Beatrix shuddered and pressed against Melody. They were hot with desire too, panting into Beatrix’s neck. “Oh fuck, I needed that.” Beatrix said, taking a deep breath. “Isn’t that funny, Mel? All those useless, stupid fucking guys, and what I needed was you.” “You need me?” Melody asked, their voice cracking. “I guess I do.” Beatrix put Melody’s wet fingers to their lips. “Smart, obedient, and actually kind of – handsome?” Melody whimpered and licked their fingers clean. A couple of tears sprang into their eyes. That was Rosa’s word. It wasn’t right to hear it from Beatrix. None of this was right. It felt good across their skin, in their brain, and especially between their legs. In their heart it felt like a lump of ice. “Yeah, this can work.” Beatrix said languidly. “Come over to my house this weekend. I’ll let you touch me, I’ll make you beg, and when you’ve earned it, I’ll make you scream my name.” Melody swallowed around a hard lump in their throat. They couldn’t find the words to respond. They’d never wanted and not wanted something so intensely at the same time. “I’ll tell you what day and time.” Beatrix said. When Melody still didn’t respond, she laughed. “I like you all quiet and attentive.” Beatrix kissed Melody gently. She shrugged herself back into her romper and hopped off the desk. “I know you get turned on by the diapers, but I’m over them. I can find another way to humiliate you if you need that. Don’t wear them when you come over to my place, okay? I’ll let you wear them around school if you really want to.” “Beatrix.” Melody said huskily. Bea had been right, they needed to talk. So far it had only been Bea talking. Melody hesitated while they tried to find the words they needed, and the courage to say them. “I know, I box-blocked you.” Beatrix chuckled. “That’s what you get for doing it to me last week. If you’re really good tomorrow, I’ll do something for you. Plus, we have the weekend.” “But I…” Melody tried again. “That’s how it should be. With you begging.” Beatrix said in satisfaction. “See you tomorrow, Mel.” Bea collected her bag and her coat, stepping out of the room without a look back. Melody sank to the floor of the office and sobbed. Making plans with Beatrix felt like burying their relationship with Rosa for real. Could they ever go back to Rosa if they spent the night with Beatrix? That was assuming that they could go back to Rosa at all. Even if Melody broke away from Beatrix totally, was the thing with Rosa fixable? Melody punched the desk, welcoming the pain in their knuckles. It was hard to imagine a return to being Rosa’s little one with the hurt that sat between them now. Beatrix wanted them. Really wanted them. Had even tried to be nice. Honestly, had been as nice as Melody had ever seen Beatrix. Maybe Melody could fix her. Bea had some weird stuff around emotions, but Melody wasn’t the most neurotypical bear in the woods either. They could help Bea be better, at least with their relationship. “Our relationship.” Melody said softly. Beatrix was their girlfriend, for real. That hurt again, it pushed Rosa further away. It made Melody’s nerves dance in delight too. There was too much confusion. Too many conflicting chemicals in Melody’s brain. They felt like they were going to throw up again. Melody’s gaze fell on a utility knife that had been left on the floor of the office. Without thinking, just needing, they picked it up. The blade flicked out, shiny and new. For a long time, Melody stared at the razor blade. Their breathing became loud and labored. Melody’s lips were trembling, but their hands were steady. In a sudden flash of emotional anguish, Melody yanked their sleeve up and drew the blade down the back of their upper arm. The pain was bright and strong. It pushed all the horrible thoughts away to the edges of Melody’s mind. Gritting their teeth, Melody pressed a tissue to the cut. It stung and throbbed. Good, they thought. A few minutes later the cut had stopped bleeding. Melody’s thoughts were back to being flat and sad. It was nice to have a reprieve from the turmoil. Melody tucked the utility knife down into the very bottom of their bag. It was time to go home, do some work, and escape into being a baby. That night, Melody was relieved to see that their bet had paid off. Veronica didn’t spot the cut on their arm. It was just like high school; except they were hiding the cuts from someone who saw a lot more of their skin. That made it harder. At least being babied in the evening meant there was a different way to make the swirling thoughts go away. The next day Melody felt like they were in a dream. Everything outside the house felt unreal. It was almost like they were watching themselves make out with Beatrix instead of actually doing it. Beatrix made a Friday date with Melody. They managed to not think about what that meant, with help from their new knife. It was a relief to get home. Melody found Veronica in the living room and knelt down next to her, putting their head on her leg. “Well, hello there.” Veronica said, stroking Melody’s hair. “Somebody needs attention.” “Can I be little, please?” Melody asked. “Did your clients agree to push those last two projects back to the New Year?” Veronica asked. “Yes.” Melody said. “And you finished all the unit tests that Dr. Sorenson was asking for?” “Yeah, all done. They’re way faster to do on the school’s network.” “Then you’re all ready to be little.” Veronica said, putting away her book. “Let’s start with a bath.” “Do I have to?” Melody asked, unconsciously touching the arm they’d marked. “Yes.” Veronica said. “You managed to worm you way out of one yesterday and you didn’t shower this morning. There won’t be any stinky babies on my watch.” Melody followed Veronica to the bathroom nervously. They managed to pass inspection when Veronica stripped them down. Sinking into the tub, Melody let themself relax a little. Being bathed by Veronica was one of their favorite things. It was the first caregiver thing she’d done for them. As Veronica scrubbed their hair and rinsed it, Melody let the gross thoughts of the day melt away. In a few minutes they’d be safely diapered and dressed in some kind of fun pajamas. They could hang out with their sister until bedtime, when sleep would shut down all thinking until morning. “No falling asleep in the tub, little one.” Veronica said, her hand closing around Melody’s upper arm. Melody yelped. As soon as they did it, they realized their mistake. It was too late, Veronica already had their arm in hand, inspecting it. “I’m sorry hon, do you have a bruise or…” Veronica trailed off when she saw the three parallel cuts on the back of Melody’s arm. Melody snatched their arm back and put their hand over the cuts. “It’s just a scratch.” “Is that what it is?” Veronica asked heatedly. “Just three parallel scratches, one of which was obviously done on a different day than the others?” “Yeah, that’s it.” Melody said sullenly. “Get out of the tub, little one.” Veronica said tersely. Melody sighed and heaved themself up. They stood on the bath rug, water pouring off of them. “Over my knee.” Veronica said, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. “I’m soaking.” Melody protested at the absurdity of it. “You’ll get wet.” “That’s not a concern right now. You get over my lap right now, unless you want to be grounded from playing video games with Briana, until Christmas.” Melody was caught off guard by how serious that threat felt. Gingerly, they lowered themself over Veronica’s lap. Her forearm pinned Melody’s lower back like a vice. They winced, tensing their rear. “I want to be completely clear about this.” Veronica said. “I am not spanking you for cutting yourself. That’s a separate issue to deal with, but it doesn’t merit punishment. I am spanking you for lying to me.” “It’s none of your business.” Melody said in a surly tone. “It’s private.” SMACK! Veronica’s hand came down hard on Melody’s wet rear. They gasped and blushed at the sudden pain and embarrassment. “None of my business?” Veronica asked, spanking Melody again. “Are you trying to push me away, Melody? Is that what you want to do?” “Ow!” Melody cried. “It helps me! I’ve done it before. It’s fine!” Four more smacks came down on Melody’s rear. Veronica was either spanking harder or the fact that their butt was wet was making it worse. Possibly both. “Melody, if you’ve done this kind of self-harm before, then you know it doesn’t help. Not past the moment.” Veronica landed several more swats on Melody’s rear. “It’s dangerous and it leads down a very bad road.” “I don’t care!” Melody wailed. “Little one,” Veronica said. “You are going to get the most though spanking I’ve given you yet. Then you’re going right down to baby treatment, and we’re going to get to the bottom of this.” “Don’t wanna.” Melody said. “Can’t make me.” “I can do anything if it saves you.” Veronica said. The spanking that followed seemed like it would never end. Melody went from yelping, to crying, to howling sobs. Through it all, Veronica rained down measured slaps on Melody’s butt. The pain throbbed deep into Melody’s back and legs. It erased everything else in their mind. There was nothing left in the world except Melody’s stinging butt, Veronica’s relentless hand, and the crying that wouldn’t stop. It did eventually end, of course. Melody was walked naked back to their room, but they barely registered it. Veronica never left them. She called orders to Jane and Briana while she put Melody down to be diapered. Not one, but two diapers and a booster pad went under Melody’s rear. They were limp and unresisting when Veronica spread the soothing lidocaine cream across their rear. They didn’t protest when the triple layers of padding were wrapped around them, even though it was so thick that Melody couldn’t close their legs. The addition of a plastic diaper-cover, which secured with a Velcro strap, caused some grumbles, which Veronica ignored. With all that bulk it took Jane and Veronica both to get Melody into an oversized black onesie. Briana had brought Totoro and a pacifier. She put the former in Melody’s arms, the latter she clipped to Melody’s onesie. Jane had brought a bottle full of warm formula. At Veronica’s direction, they left the room and closed the door. Exhausted and buried in little-paraphernalia, Melody let Veronica feed them with the bottle. She was holding them swaddled in a blanket that pinned their arms and legs. Melody could have pushed out of the blanket but didn’t have the energy. When the bottle was empty, Veronica wiped Melody’s lips. She secured the edge of the blanket, trapping Melody more firmly in their snuggly prison. “Now, little baby, we are going to talk.” Veronica said. “Wonika.” Melody said. They blushed. They hadn’t even been trying to use baby talk. “I’ll start if you don’t mind.” Veronica said gently. “What was the trigger for you to cut yourself?” “Beatrix kissed me.” Melody said. “She assaulted you?” Veronica frowned. “No, she did that before.” Melody said. “When she took the pictures?” Veronica asked. “No uh…” Melody sighed. “There’s a lot.” “I need to hear it.” Veronica said. “Letting you fall is not an option, remember?” “It’s hard.” Melody said. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “That’s not your choice right now.” Veronica said. “You’re a baby, swaddled up in my arms. You can’t go anywhere until we talk about this. If I have to sit here all night until you finally talk, and I change your poopy diaper afterwards, that’s what will happen.” A sudden sob burst out of Melody. It was just the one though, and they felt a little better after. If they didn’t have a choice, talking was easier. It was something they had to do, no matter what they wanted. “Beatrix has been – controlling me.” Melody said softly. “She makes me do stuff with her. Because of the pictures she has.” Veronica didn’t reply, she just stroked Melody’s back through the blanket. “Then Rosa and I got together. It was great, but you were making me wear diapers and Bea was making me wear them too.” Melody sighed. “But then Rosa liked the diapers. We had – some good days. She took care of me. Let me call her mommy.” “You’re being such a good, brave baby.” Veronica said softly. “Keep going.” “Then Beatrix came at me again. This was th-the day I came back really sad. The recent one, I guess.” Melody took a deep breath. “She was kissing all over me. But I made her mad, and she hit me. Rosa saw the marks on my face, and the lipstick too.” “Oh sweetie.” Veronica whispered. “Rosa told me I had to stop seeing Beatrix. But I can’t. She has the pictures and – and I like it. I like being told what to do. I wanted to be with Beatrix since freshman year.” Melody felt tears pouring down their cheeks. “Rosa said – said I couldn’t be with her, if I didn’t stop with Beatrix. She – she left.” “No wonder you were in crisis that day.” Veronica said. “We’re almost there, you can do it. Finish telling me.” “This week, Bea said she liked me. We – we’re dating now. But when I kiss her, it’s like Rosa goes away more. I don’t know what to do.” Melody started sobbing softly. “It hurts if I’m alone, it hurts if I’m with Beatrix. It hurts so much my tummy gets sick.” Melody buried their face in Veronica’s chest. “I remembered cutting from high school. I just needed to not hurt. I had to stop it.” “My dear, beloved Melody.” Veronica said, stroking Melody’s back in slow circles. “I’m so sorry you’re hurting so much. I can’t let you keep cutting yourself though. That’s only going to hurt you more.” “I don’t know what to do!” Melody sobbed. “I think you should stop seeing Beatrix.” Veronica said. “I can’t.” Melody whimpered. “You can. You’re my brave, smart, hard-working baby. You’re scared, but you can get past the fear.” Veronica sighed softly. “Melody, my darling, Beatrix hurts you. She’s hurting your heart and she’s hurting your body. It has to stop.” “I h-have a date with her on Friday.” Melody said. “I can s-stop it after that.” “No.” Veronica said firmly. “You can tell her that you aren’t coming to the date. That she can’t see you anymore. It will be scary, but you will be free.” “M-maybe.” Melody said. That hurt too. It was unfair, brutally so, that giving up on Beatrix would hurt and that giving up on Rosa would hurt too. Inside of Melody were two wolves. It didn’t matter what either one of them was, because you’re not supposed to have wolves inside of you. Melody’s stupid wolves were going to kill them. “You have a very strong attachment to Beatrix.” Veronica said. “It’s not healthy. Especially considering how she treats you. I’ll take your maybe for now. Before Friday afternoon, you need to tell me what you’re going to do.” “What if I say I’m going on the date?” Melody asked miserably. “I will very strongly disagree with you. Because I love you.” Veronica said. “I don’t see anything but pain for you on that date, or any other time with Beatrix. You don’t have to have a lover who hits you. Nobody should have to endure that. You can find someone who treats you like the wonderful, beautiful person you are, even if it isn’t Rosa.” Melody couldn’t answer. They’d be shaking all over if it wasn’t for the restrictive blanket. Everything felt so bad, all the time. Veronica’s words sounded nice, but they didn’t feel real. Melody was at the bottom of a pit, and they couldn’t see the top anymore. “I’m going to stay with you tonight.” Veronica said. “What?” Melody craned their neck to look up at Veronica. “Really? Why?” “A couple of reasons.” Veronica said. “The biggest one is that I love you, and you need to be loved. The smaller one is that I haven’t found your knife yet.” “Why?” Melody asked. “I make so much trouble for everybody. You just wanted a renter; you didn’t need all this.” “I didn’t know how much my family needed you, until we met you.” Veronica said. “I’m not joking when I say I love you. Briana isn’t either.” Melody nuzzled Veronica’s chest until their tears were wiped away. “You’ll really stay?” “I won’t leave you alone for a single minute tonight. I’m even going to sleep in this bed with you.” “C-can Briana sleep here too?” Melody asked. “Never mind, the bed isn’t big enough, sorry.” “We have an inflatable mattress.” Veronica said. “She can sleep on that. It’ll be like a sleepover.” Melody managed their first smile of the day. They sighed and leaned into Veronica. Nothing was going to be okay, but that was later. Right now, for one night, Veronica and Briana could keep the bad things away.