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Have you ever wanted to decorate your diaper with a cute print? What about a disposable diaper to match your onesie? Well here is what I’ve been playing with this weekend. If you want to try this you will need: Spray glue T-Rex Tape Scissors Ink jet printer Image editing software Find an image you like. Size it to just under 5x7 (best fit on most disposable diapers). Print on plain white paper (up the contrast a bit). Cut to size, spray the back with glue, apply to diaper (about an inch below padding). To create a landing zone cut the tape about 2-3 inches wider than the image. This will take about 3 strips. The reason to use the T-Rex tape (besides it seems cool with Dino images) is that the tape is double thick and doesn’t tend to ends up stuck to itself. So it’s been fun decorating diapers this weekend.

Chapter 6: Newborns The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess I roughly remembered the route. The one from the place we got the checkup to our ‘nursery’ that we took yesterday, so it felt familiar as we were pushed down the route in reverse. This place was a maze, but I was really good at mazes as a kid, I just have a natural talent for knowing where I am. So despite the twists and turns, I could tell we neared the final corner. And as we turned around that final corner, with the final corridor leading up to the room we were heading to, we saw… nothing. Yesterday, all the other kidnapped people were lined up against the wall, awaiting their checkups. Today… nothing. No one. “Oh no… we’re later than I thought. Better hurry…” Alice said, pushing the stroller faster. Opening the door with the front of the stroller, the bright lights of the Nurse’s room blinded me. “There you are… this isn’t good, being late on the first proper day!” Said a familiar voice, but I couldn’t put a name to a face… as I couldn’t see anything right now. “Sorry Headmistress. Their changes took a bit longer than expected.” Alice replied. ‘Ah. That’s who.’ “It’s okay, you’re not that late. The others have had their procedures. Nurse, please process Sarah, then process Judy. Alice, can you then please take them to Classroom 1-A? I’ll be along later to check in on the little cuties. Oh and don’t forget their 1-on-1’s. If you bring me Judy, I’ll do hers. Then you can take little Sarah.” “That’s later tonight, around 6, correct?” Alice asked the Headmistress. “Correct.” Replied the Headmistress. “Now, I better be going. I have work to do. See you ladies later. And have fun, cuties.” She waved at us, as we sat helplessly in the stroller. “So… why don’t we get Sarah sorted first?” The Nurse announced as the Headmistress walked over to our stroller, towards the exit, but not before stopping first and bending down, her mouth getting close to my ear. “Have fun, pumpkin. I’ll see you later…” She whispered in my ear, making my whole body shiver. And with that… she disappeared out of the Nurse’s room whilst Alice and the Nurse lifted a squirming Sarah onto the procedure table. “It’s okay, little one. It’s just one little injection and a little flash on a screen and you’ll be off to play with all the other little babies!” The Nurse said in that sickeningly sweet voice of hers. Sarah squirmed about, trying to free herself, but apparently whilst I was being distracted by the Headmistress… Alice had tied Sarah down to the table, using straps that wrapped around her waist, her wrists and her ankles. So as much as Sarah tried to get free… she was going nowhere. And it’s not like she could try and argue her way out of this, the dummy in her mouth prevented her from speaking or even spitting it out. “Sit still, baby…” Alice warned, making Sarah freeze in place whilst the Nurse quickly jabbed her with something in the thigh, pushing down on it slowly until whatever was inside the needle was all gone. “There we go! Such a good girl!” The Nurse announced, taking the needle and discarding it in the waste bin nearby. “Just one little thing to show you…” Pulling out what looked like a curved phone or tablet or something, she held it up in front of Sarah’s eyes, only an inch or two away from them, then pressed a button below her on the table. The screen of the curved device shot out an intense pink light, but from this distance I couldn’t make out what was actually on the screen. I waited for Sarah to say or do something, with bated breath, as she just lay there… motionless. “Just give it a minute…” The Nurse said, reassuring Alice. I looked around the room, nervously, trying to get my mind off what could have potentially happened to Sarah. And just when panic started setting in… I heard a bit of spitting and giggling. My eyes shot up to see Alice removing Sarah’s restraints. The poor girl just… lay there. Laying there, in her stupidly babyish outfit, giggling and drooling as she wriggled about. It looked like she had been drained of all her strength and intelligence and couldn’t even lift her limbs herself, she just sort of… flopped a bit and giggled. “There we go. Complete success.” The Nurse announced. “And this will be reversible at the end of the week?” Alice asked. “Oh yes. Well… mostly. The original personality will return, she’ll get her basic motor functions back, and she’ll be back to normal in the general sense. But the potty training will be reverted completely. She may be able to be potty trained again, but she’ll be needing her nappies well into the next stages.” “Oh good, just as planned.” Alice said, putting her arms under the poor, regressed girl, and lifting her up into her arms. Carrying her over to the stroller where I sat, she placed the floppy girl into the empty seat that awaited her, before standing up straight and looking right at me. ‘Uh oh…’ I thought to myself as Alice grinned at me and bent down, undoing the straps holding me in place and putting her enormous hands around my waist, lifting me up into the air, before pulling me closer to her body. Honestly, I still can’t get over how strong and how tall these staff were! I felt like a child in this woman’s arms! Alice smelled so good, which was a nice distraction as I was carried over to the table where my brain would be turned to mush, albeit temporarily. I wondered what this will feel like, being regressed. Is it like a demonic possession you see in movies where you’re kinda like a passenger, unable to move your body or say anything as the possessing-being takes control of everything? Or will I just wake up in a week and not remember a single thing? Or… will I remember everything? These thoughts swirled around my mind as I was carefully laid down on the examination table. They didn’t even bother with the restraints on me, they just rolled me over slightly, pulled open the flap on the back of the sleeper and jabbed me with a needle. Can’t say I was a fan of that, it stung like a bitch, but at least in a minute I won’t care about it. I’ll be as empty-headed as poor Sarah over there. “Such a good girl, no crying, no struggling. You are such a good little baby!” The Nurse said as she snapped the flap back into place. Something about that praise stirred something within me, it felt almost… good? But I didn’t even get time to focus on that as I felt the effects of whatever was in that syringe take effect almost immediately. First my legs just felt weird. Like that numb sensation when you’ve sat on them for too long. Like… I could move them, but the response was delayed and it was more of a flail than anything precise. Next came the arms with an identical feeling. It felt so weird, but I guess it wasn’t exactly bad… But then I started getting scared when I found it hard to lift my head. It wasn’t like I couldn’t move my body at all… it was just… heavy. Unwieldy. “Now for the fun part…” The Nurse announced, holding up that curved screen I saw her put over Sarah’s eyes. Placing it around my face, covering my eyes, it reminded me a bit of those VR goggles people play games with, but it was a lot more streamlined and didn’t actually attach to the head. “Stare into the screen sweetie…” I looked forward as an intense pink flash was emitted from the screen. Images of soft things, cute things… baby things… flooded my mind, and similar to how I’d normally fall asleep… everything just got slower and slower in my mind until everything went blank. … … … … … … … A sudden white flash flooded my eyes as I was quickly brought back to my surroundings. “Wai… wha?” I said as I quickly sat up, my senses overloading from the sudden wake up, my vision quickly returning and my ears picking up my surroundings. “Take it easy sweetie…” I heard Alice’s voice. “I… what… uh…” I was still trying to piece everything together so I could make sense of what was going on. I remembered… We were taken. Processed. Regressed. Oh shit! They were turning us into adult newborns! As my vision cleared, I looked into the face of the Nurse from before. “Why… why did you reverse it so soon?” I asked, confused. “We didn’t, sweetie.” Alice answered. “But I thought we were going to be stuck as newborns for a week!” I said, rubbing my eyes and looking at our ‘Nanny’, Alice. “And you were! You were such good little babies all week!” “Wait… so we were out of it for a whole week? I don’t remember anything!” I looked down to see I was no longer wearing the sleeper I came in here in. I was now wearing a frilly pink dress that was… also a onesie? “That’s supposed to happen, sweetie. But I can tell you, you spent the whole week as babbling little newborn babies. And all the training you had will have stuck in your subconscious.” “Why… why do all this if some of us are just going to be regressed to newborns and not remember anything?” “Oh those who are deemed to be newborns after the auction aren’t just given this treatment again. That would make them no different to actual babies. And our clients can adopt an actual baby easily. No, they want adult babies, meaning they want some of your original personality intact. This was to ingrain babyish behaviour and obedience within your little minds, and most importantly… how to act like a newborn. When it comes to the final treatment, whoever gets made into a newborn will have a much less effective treatment. Basically… they’ll keep some of their mind.” “That… that’s…” “Don’t worry, only a small number will probably get assigned newborn status. Most of our clients are looking for babies who are able to talk… albeit not at an adult standard. Now you’ll find you have no control over your bladder or bowels, so I’ll be checking you more often. And because it’s the end of the week, you are granted more privileges, akin to what you had when you arrived. You’ll still be treated like babies mostly, but you can talk like adults, you can chat, whatever. Now I think it’s time for Baby Sarah to wake up…” I looked over to where Alice was looking and saw Sarah giggling and drooling as she had half her hand shoved in her mouth. She looked so… empty. Like an actual newborn. She was wearing a dress nearly identical to mine, but hers was yellow. Her nappy was clearly sodden, but she didn’t care. She looked so happy and carefree… and part of me actually resented her right now. At least she didn’t feel embarrassed right now. Suddenly I felt arms underneath me as I was lifted off the table and carried over to the double stroller Sarah sat in. “In you go…” Alice said, sitting me down next to Sarah, strapping me in. My legs and arms felt similar to how they did when I went under, but at a much reduced effect. I could move them a bit more, and the feeling was returning to normal, albeit slowly. It was as Sarah was being unstrapped and lifted up that the feeling of pins and needles flooded my body. “AHHHHH!” I cried out. “It’s okay sweetie. It’s just your body returning to normal. It’ll stop in a few seconds…” The Nurse said as she grabbed a syringe, similar to the first one she used on us… a week ago apparently. Alice placed the poor regressed Sarah on the examination table. As the girl was regressed, there was no need for the straps this time. Especially if she feels like I do right now, she wouldn’t be able to fight back even if she wanted to once she’s brought back. “Right… quick pinch…” The Nurse said, jabbing the poor girl in the thigh. “And the screen, if you will, Alice?” Alice held out the curved screen and out shot a flash of white light directly into Sarah’s eyes. It took a few seconds before Sarah suddenly awoke. “WHAT THE HELL?” She yelled. Before she could yell again, Alice popped a large dummy in her mouth, effectively silencing the confused girl as she looked around to see our new outfits and the familiar Nurse’s station. “You’ve been out of it for a week. You won’t remember anything but the lessons are planted firmly in your subconscious. You’ll feel intense pins and needles in a few minutes, but that will not last long. And you’ve got the rest of the day free in the playroom as… adults… mostly.” Alice answered all the questions Sarah no doubt had, probably based on what I had asked. “So… we have today off, then tomorrow…?” I asked, trying to move things on before Sarah starts panicking more. “You have your week as babies!” The Nurse clapped, as if she was excited about it all. “And what does that entail? Another week of not remembering anything?” “Nope. You’ll be fully aware, but you’ll be exhibiting much more babyish behaviour. Part in thanks to this past week’s treatments.” “So it’s just this week we don’t remember?” “Pretty much. But don’t worry! You can see what you got up to this past week as you play in the playroom today!” Alice smiled at us. “Huh?” Sarah asked from behind her dummy. “We recorded everything. So we had our techies compile a ‘best of’ compilation for you babies to watch to see just what you did and how you behaved this past week!” I could see the dread on Sarah’s face as she looked over at me. ========================================================= You all love this story, don't you! I knew it Of course its this one that gets me more patrons than usual. Bunch of meanies! 😊 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 four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate 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. 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The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 26 Update 5.16.23: I am thankful for all advice/criticism/notes for my story. Recently, a reader pointed out that my description of Isabelle's underage body may have crossed the line in terms of sexual content as posted here in the SAF. I am extremely appreciative of the responsiveness of the mods in guiding my story into compliance, without sacrificing the story in any way. The beginning of Isabelle's week went by without much excitement. Isabelle woke up Monday morning to the sound of raindrops hitting her bedroom window. As Isabelle stretched her body out in her bed, she could feel that her sweetnight felt noticeably different under her covers. The thin, soft padding, that once wrapped around her was no longer; in its place was a swollen, warm, and clearly wet undergarment. But Isabelle didn't mind - she had slept great last night, and her bed wasn't wet. 'This plan is going to work,' Isabelle told herself. Not bothering to change out of her sweetnight, Isabelle made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. As she was doing so, Isabelle noticed she had to pee. Isabelle finished brushing, and made her way to the toilet, pulling her pajama pants, which caused her sweetnight to sag a little further down from her body. Isabelle lowered her sweetnight next, and sat down on the toilet seat. As Isabelle sat down and peed, she took a moment to examine the sweetnight a little closer. She had clearly wet in it, yet still needed to pee this morning. Isabelle could see that the sweetnight was clearly swollen, the middle, and even areas close to the edge, from the front where her pee would have hit, through to the part that would cover her butt, had expanded greatly. 'In truth, I'm surprised it didn't wake me up,' Isabelle thought to herself, before wiping and getting up. Isabelle did not pull her sweetnight back up, instead stepping out of it and removing her pajama top. Isabelle proceeded to get into the shower, tying her hair above her head as to avoid getting it wet, before turning the warm water on. Isabelle knew she had to be quick with her shower, immediately reaching for the soap, and lathering a much smaller body than she was used to. As she ran her hands along her arms, Isabelle couldn't help but notice how bare they were - no hairs on her arms, or even in her armpits. In fact, there was no presence that hair had either recently been shaved in either spot. 'And I can't remember the last time I even shaved..' Isabelle though to herself. Isabelle continued to wash her body, spreading the body wash on her chest and stomach. There too, there were no hairs. As Isabelle began rubbing the soap on her chest, she could barely detect a hint of her breasts rising. Isabelle looked down, noticing that they had all but receded, and it was an utter shock to Isabelle to realize this morning that they had basically disappeared all together. Isabelle started to feel deeply self conscious about it. Isabelle took additional soap to wash her crotch, butt, and legs. Consistent with her prior discoveries, Isabelle discovered she had no pubic hair at all. It was not an uncommon feeling, as Isabelle always shaved her pubic hair anyway, but as she soaped the area, she could feel the skin was smoother, softer, and without any trace of shaving. As Isabelle continued to wash herself thoroughly, she noticed other changes as well, which bothered her. Her waist and hips also felt narrower and straighter. Isabelle even noticed that her butt was smaller. Isabelle continued to wash her body, reflecting on these changes to her body. 'This should bother me more,' Isabelle thought to herself. But it didn't. 'It just doesn't feel important,' Isabelle thought, 'in the grand scheme of things at least.' It was simply consistent with everything else that was happening to her. 'It would be completely whack if my body wasn't changing, in fact, but I kept getting younger anyway.' Isabelle laughed at that thought. 'I'd be a giant among my classmates,' Isabelle thought, smirking, though concealing her fears that she was already one of the smaller girls in her friend group. Isabelle finished her shower, before stepping out into the bathroom. Isabelle considered, for a moment, what to do with her sweetnight, before ultimately deciding to just dump it in the garbage nearby, before grabbing her pajamas and heading to her room to change. Isabelle met her mom downstairs, dressed and ready to go to school. "Good morning sweetie. How did you sleep?" Jane asked, curious about her daughter's night. Isabelle simply responded "well" before sitting in front of her bowl of cereal, and starting to eat. Jane was obviously interested in more, and whether Isabelle was withholding purposefully or not, it did not matter. Jane would need to get a few more answers, and expected Isabelle to offer them. "Sweetie. I'm proud of you for wearing your sweetnights, but you also need to let me know in the morning if they were wet or not. Else I'll have to check myself, understood?" Jane said, with a tone that Isabelle understood was not to be challenged. Isabelle looked up from her bowl, and blushed a little. "Sorry mom. Umm.....yah they were wet. But my bed isn't wet or anything," Isabelle added, before returning to her breakfast. 'That wasn't so bad,' Isabelle thought. Jane smiled. 'Of course your bed wasn't wet - that's the whole point,' Jane thought to herself, deciding to keep that remark to herself. "Thank you sweetie. It sounds like it was a very good idea we got them. And you look so much better rested today for school. Let's get going." Isabelle had no objection to ending that particular conversation, and so happily followed her mom out the front door, and to the car. Isabelle reached the car, and drop her bags in the trunk, before making her way to the front seat to sit by her mom. "Where do you think you're going young lady?" Jane asked, playfully, but did not wait for a response. "Back seat. Now." Jane said, shaking her head before getting behind the steering wheel. Isabelle was not pleased with being told she couldn't sit in the front. 'What the heck?!' Isabelle thought, stopping herself just shy of letting a different word slip out of her mouth. Isabelle decided she was in no mood to have a spat over it this morning though, and decided to go ahead and get into the back of the car. Isabelle remained silent for the car ride, unhappy that she was relegated to the back seat. "I'm going to pick you up a little later today sweetie, probably around 5:30, so you'll have to go to the library after school." Isabelle had no objection. It would give her time to work out some new theories. Beyond that conversation, Isabelle largely ignored her mom until they arrived at Higgins, quietly leaving the car and grabbing her bags, before heading into the school locker rooms to get ready for her dance classes. It did not take long for Isabelle to find Mel getting dressed for dance. In fact, Isabelle approached Mel just as Mel was taking off her clothes to change into her dance clothing. "Hey Belly! How are you?" Mel asked, seemingly without a care that she was completely naked in front of Isabelle. Isabelle starred at her friend, who's body was far more mature then her own; her friend had already developed sizeable breasts, and had a much curvier figure than the one Isabelle had washed this morning. The sight of Mel alone made Isabelle blush. "Hi Mel. I'm good. I missed you the rest of the weekend!" Isabelle confessed, before sitting next to her friend as Mel was pulling her tights on. "How was the rest of your weekend?" Isabelle followed up with? "Well," Mel responded, "other than missing you too, not too much excitement." Mel went on to share how their family went out to some fancy restaurant on Saturday night, before going out for ice cream. Mel said it was pretty boring, "until we found out that Avery has a date next week, and everyone was making fun of him. I hope whoever goes on that date knows how gross he is," Mel added, as she straightened out her leotard, "otherwise well just have to tell him." Mel said, laughing. Isabelle's heart sank. 'Gross? Your brother isn't gross,' Isabelle thought, pouting more than she expected to. 'Whatever girl he agreed to go on a date with is the gross one,' Isabelle thought, before simply deciding to agree with her friend. "For sure Mel. That sounds like an okay weekend though." Isabelle elected not to get too in depth about her own weekend. 'I don't plan on sharing those events with anyone, in fact.' Mel and Isabelle started to walk out of the locker rooms together, Isabelle following Mel to the left before Mel stopped abruptly. "Belly.....wrong way?" Mel said. Mel's comment caused Isabelle to stop, unsure of what Mel was trying to tell her. Isabelle stood, motionless, starring at her friend with a perplexed look on her face, until she offered a little more context. "You're going the wrong way Belly. You're in studio B this morning. I'll see you after class, I have to go." Mel said, hugging her friend before jogging off in the original direction she was heading. Isabelle remained still, alone in the hallway, confused about her friend's instruction. 'Why would I be in studio B this morning if Mel is in studio A?' Isabelle pondered, unable to come up with a single reason why that might be the case. Before she knew it, however, the school bell rang, indicating that Isabelle was late, one way or the other. 'Melly obviously knows something I don't' Isabelle decided, and turned around jogging to studio B for class. Isabelle walked into class just as Ms. Appleby was starting her lesson. "Nice of you to join us, Isabelle, Ms. Appleby said. "Now that you're in middle school, you're responsible for showing up on time. Now lets get started." Isabelle considered Ms. Appleby's comments for a moment, before realizing what had happened: Isabelle had gone back, two more years this time. 'Oh god.' Isabelle thought, as she started working through Ms. Appleby's instructions, lining up with the other girls along the ballet barre. 'I really need to sort this out sooner rather than later,' Isabelle thought, stretching down and extending out of a new position. Isabelle was getting herself worked up, in an almost state of panic. Until she wasn't. As Isabelle tried to process what was happening to her, a pulsating vibration was running through her body. It started at her feet, in her slippers, and ran up her ankles. It stayed there, for a moment, until it started to run up her legs, into her thighs, and then her hips. The vibration didn't stop, bouncing up her stomach, and through her chest. It danced down her arms, into her fingertips, before returning up her arms and to her shoulders, her neck. The vibration wouldn't cease, running up her shin, to her mouth, her nose and ears, and cascading across her eyebrows. The vibration and warmth continued to run all the way to the top of her head, until suddenly it left, and with it, any sense that what was happening was anything other than what was supposed to. 'I.......I belo...........I belong here....' It started out as more of a question, as the pulsating warmth spread out from her slippers, through her body. 'I..........I do.....belong here.' The questioned evolved into a statement - sure, one still carrying disbelief - as the warm pulses had spread to her extremities. 'I.....I Isabelle, I....I definitely belong here.' By the time the feeling has spread through, and out the tip of her head, it was no longer a question - it was a statement of fact. One Isabelle knew to be true. Isabelle proceeded through Ms. Appleby's morning class, excelling at nearly every exercise. It's not that it was necessary easy. In fact, Isabelle found it was quite the workout. 'Ballet I was all about building muscle and stamina,' Isabelle thought, as she proceeded through the third set of grueling steps. Isabelle had forgotten how challenging that first year of middle school was, until that moment. Yet Isabelle felt right at home - there was no doubt she was exactly where she was supposed to be. There remained, of course, some resistance. But the resistance was not strong enough to overcome what Isabelle knew and felt to be right. As she danced, Isabelle couldn't help but smile - she felt gratitude for where she was at that moment. By the end of morning lessons, Isabelle was exhausted, Her legs, arms, and whole body were sore. Everything but her feet. But there was one more problem Isabelle was feeling - she was in desperate need to use the bathroom. As Ms. Appleby droned on about the lessons they had learned that day, Isabelle was bouncing from one foot, to the other, desperate to hold her bladder. The feeling had come on almost instantly, and Isabelle was not sure how much longer she would last. "......and that's why its important to break down each step," Ms. Appleby continued on. "Tomorrow, you'll each apply those steps for class, one at a time, and present a short piece highlighting why it's important to complete a step, and highlight the transitions into your next movement." 'Yada yada yada,' Isabelle thought, 'SOME OF US HAVE TO PEE HERE.' Isabelle was growing desperate, hunched over at this point, as Appleby continued on to another subject. 'Forget about this - I can't wait here any longer.' Isabelle was not going to risk another incident. So, while Ms. Appleby was continuing her lesson, Isabelle simply bolted out of class, one hand pressed against her crotch, the other reaching out for the door. As Isabelle opened the door and slipped through, she could hear a call for her to return "....Ward. Get back here!" But Isabelle was not about to stop. Isabelle darted into the locker rooms, finding them empty, as class was not over. Isabelle deftly moved around two sets, of benches, past the showers, running into a stall, and closing it behind her. Isabelle was bounding on her tip-toes as she slipped the shoulder of her leotard off, and yanked her tights down, nearly peeing in them before sitting on the toilet and releasing all of her pee into the toilet. 'Thankkkkkkkk gawwwd....' Isabelle thought, as she heard the bell for class ring, signaling the end of dance. Isabelle didn't care what she looked like, all she knew was that she looked better than she would have if she'd peed in class. *** "The way Lily tells it, you just bolted out of class" Ras recited, as the girls all ate their lunch together. Isabelle's frantic departure from class had been a topic of conversation as the girls had all changed in the locker room, though the real reason behind it remained a mystery to all. Mel, Natalie, and Ras had thought it was a particularly funny story, so now, even as the girls ate their lunch, the topic remained a point of discussion. Eventually, her friends deviated to another topic: class that afternoon. Isabelle was not looking forward to not knowing anyone in class again. Yet, at the same time, Isabelle was looking forward to possibly being in classes that weren't so tough. Isabelle was still not deterred from her ultimate goal of reversing whatever was happening to her. But at the same time, it felt better to be stuck in a place that felt appropriate, at least for the time being. 'And hopefully some less challenging classes,' Isabelle thought to herself. After lunch, Isabelle identified a few girls she recognized from her dance class that morning, and followed them into a class labelled "Math I." Isabelle took one of the empty seats at the front, smiling at the other kids in the class, who, Isabelle realized, looked much like she did. Isabelle felt sad to be without Mel, but the truth was, she felt a little less self-conscious among these classmates. Classes, for the most part, did go better than usual. Isabelle was able to answer a few questions correctly in math after making a few mistakes early in the class. Isabelle also found the "Introduction to Biology" class to be rather enjoyable. It didn't hurt that the class used the textbook she had earlier taken out to try and explore her coma theory. Even though it didn't amount to anything, it helped prepare her for this unexpected class. Mr. Gross was even surprised when she was able to answer a question on the brain! There were of course some challenges. Isabelle embarrassingly was holding her map upside-down in geography class. Isabelle had also been shuffled into some foreign language class, where, by the end of the period, Isabelle was still unable to identify what language they were supposed to be studying. The worst part of the day, however, was Isabelle was lonely. She didn't have Dani or Lola, who she missed more than she could explain. She didn't have Mel, who, 'even though she is much younger than me,' Isabelle missed drastically. 'She's been such a good friend the last week,' Isabelle reminded herself. Isabelle even missed Tori, and Ras, and not-so-little anymore Natalie, who she had not seen at all that afternoon. It made for a hard afternoon, and by the time her last class ended, Isabelle was feeling pretty down on herself. The sound of the bell came with opportunity, though. Isabelle probably should have tracked down Mel and those girls - it would have made more sense, and Isabelle knew it. But it had been three full days since she had seen or even spoken to Lola, and Isabelle was not sure she'd ever gone that long before without seeing her. Plus, she might catch Dani too, who, though Isabelle saw her on Saturday, she was still longing for her company as well So at the sound of the bell, Isabelle made her way directly the girls' locker rooms, in hopes that she would have a chance to find her friends. Isabelle departed her classroom, and immediately made a right turn, navigating her way through the halls. Isabelle went down a set of stairs, made a left turn, further down the hall, another right, before she - *WHAM* Isabelle ran right into a wall. Or what felt like a wall. In fact, it was not a wall. It was a person. And not just any person - it was, of course, Avery. "Oww....." Isabelle moaned from the floor, rubbing her side, where she had landed. Avery, seemingly had been entirely unaffected by Isabelle's accidental tackling attempt, but turned, and saw the poor girl on the floor. "Oh jeez. Isabelle - you need to be more careful," Avery said, before extending an arm, and effortlessly pulling Isabelle up off the ground. "You can't just run around the halls here like that, you'll get yourself seriously hurt." Avery was smiling as Isabelle now, who was still rubbing her butt where she had landed. "Are you okay?" Isabelle was not sure how to answer that question. 'Well, Avery, my butt hurts, a lot. Thanks for asking,' would have been the honest, but strange answer. But in that moment, Isabelle felt angry. She was angry at Avery - angry that he told his mom she had wet the bed and angry that Avery had agreed to go on a date with some skank. Isabelle's afternoon did not help things - she was angry at how lonely she had been all afternoon. So, rather than respond even remotely politely to Avery's kind gesture, Isabelle angrily responded, "I'm fine," before stomping away toward the locker room. If Avery responded, Isabelle didn't hear it. Isabelle made her way into the locker room seconds after Tori exited, heading in the opposite direction. 'Maybe I'm not too late,' Isabelle thought, as she picked her pace up and went into the locker room, sliding by another pair of 12th grade girls leaving. The locker room was scarcely filled, but Isabelle did not need it to be otherwise. She was interested in finding two people and two people only, and it was not long before she located them. Isabelle spotted Dani and Lola in one of the rows, chatting away with Ms. Smith, presumably about their class. Not wanting to interrupt, Isabelle waved, catching Lola's eye, who waved back, and put a single finger up letting Isabelle know it would be a minute. Isabelle sat on a nearby bench, barely within earshot and waited. ".........incredible improvements.............to focus...............leagues here.......................Dani.................potato..............Lola.....................of course. Tomorrow." Isabelle couldn't make sense of anything Ms. Smith was saying. 'Why the heck are they talking about potatoes?' Isabelle wondered, fixated on that portion of the conversation. But, she didn't need to fixate long, as Ms. Smith left after uttering her last word, out toward the hallway. Dani and Lola both sat down, and Isabelle made her way to them. "Hi Dani. Hi Lola. How was dance this afternoon?" Isabelle asked. It felt wonderful to just speak toward her friends after the day she had, even if it would only last minutes. Lola was the first to respond. "Hey Izzy. What are you doing here? What a nice surprise. Dance was good - Smith is being super tough of late, but nothing we can't handle," Lola said, with a grin. Isabelle could see the sweat dripping down Lola's brow, along her cheek, and down her long neck line. Lola's black hair was tied in the most perfect ballet bun, as she turned and smiled at Dani. "This one might disagree though," Lola said, motioning to Dani. "She's a lunatic Izzy. Be grateful you wont see her for years to come," Dani said, collapsing down on hte bench, starring at the ceiling, and stretching her arms over her head, which was now laying next to where Isabelle was seated. Dani turned her head to the left to face Isabelle, "How about you? Good day? Feeling a little better today?" Isabelle immediately blushed at the question, and diverted her gaze down to her feet, which were now nervously bouncing. Lola turned to look at Dani, then Isabelle, pausing for a moment, before returning to searching in her ballet bag. Isabelle was fairly sure she knew was Dani was referring to, but was hopeful Lola never needed to find out. 'I'll just ignore that question,' Isabelle concluded. "My day was okay. Classes were a bit better. And dance this morning was hard, but I didn't have any trouble. I just........." Isabelle was not sure how to share what she was dealing with. "....I just.......I'm..uh.......having" Isabelle wanted so badly to tell the truth, to tell her friends what was happening. But she couldn't. "....just having trouble making friends is all." It wasn't exactly a lie, and her loneliness was weighing on her. "That's alright Izzy," Lola responded. "It took Dani and I a few months to make new friends when we came to middle school. We hardly recognized any of our classmates. Half of the kids from the elementary school didn't stay at Higgins, and we basically only had each other," Lola explained. "Think about this - we only met Tori this summer, and we spend all our time with her now! You'll meet great people, don't worry about it." Isabelle was saddened at the reminder that Lola had not included Isabelle in Lola's friend group coming into Higgins middle school. 'But then again.....I wasn't there....was I?' Isabelle mind began racing, trying to recall memories of her, Dani, and Lola coming into middle school together, as a trio. But none came to mind. It was as though it had never happened at all. 'Because..........because it didn't,' Isabelle told herself, believing that to be true. 'How could it not be true?' Isabelle asked herself, 'look at these two - they're just more grown up than me.....' Isabelle tried harder and harder to remember her memories with Lola and DAni, but the harder she did, she more distant and fading the memories felt. It was as if she lost all connection to how she knew Lola and Dani. All Isabelle knew was that she did, that they were her best friends, that she was supposed to be in 12th grade with them, somehow, someway, but nothing else. It didn't make any sense, and it hurt Isabelle's head to think about. Isabelle was shaken out of her thoughts by Dani, who followed up on one of Lola's questions. "What are you doing here sweetie?" Isabelle looked at Dani, realizing that she would need to come up with a better justification for her presence in the locker room than merely wanting to see Dani and Lola. "Oh...I..uh......I was uh....." Isabelle was searching for an excuse, and settled on the easiest one. "I was going to see if I could use one of the studio rooms. My mom is coming late and I just wanted to practice." "Smart girl," Lola responded, slipping her own tennis shoes on. "That's why you're the best in your class. And trust me, friends will come. Its still the first month of school. October only starts on Wednesday," Lola said. "You have loads of time to make friends. Cute girl like you might even have a boyyyyyyyfriend" Lola said teasingly. Dani added a couple of "ooooooooooooooooooooooohs" to boot. The dance compliment made Isabelle feel good about herself - she could have done without the teasing about boys. But at least, Isabelle ffered Lola a simple "thanks" in response. But Isabelle realized her excuse would only make sense if she actually changed back into her ballet clothes. "I...ummmm....I'm going to change." Isabelle had no interest in changing in front of Dani and Lola, feeling more self-conscious than ever about her body, especially in front of her two, adult - not to mention beautiful - friends. "See you later," Isabelle said, making her way past her two friends, past the showers, and into one of the bathroom stalls, deciding to change there. As Isabelle undressed, she took the opportunity to sit on the toilet and pee. As she did, she heard Dani and Lola make their ways to the showers, catching the tail end of their conversation. ".......little embarrassed about it, but I think she's okay." Dani said, finishing a thought Isabelle couldn't quite figure out. "Wow," Lola had responded, "I feel bad. That's not easy to manage. Probably not helping with her struggles right now too. In any event, how did your conversation go Saturday afternoon. You never updated me......" It was the last Isabelle heard between her two friends. Isabelle flushed the toilet, and opened her ballet bag. 'I really don't want to get back into my sweaty things from this morning.....but I do need to maintain the fib, at least to get out of the locker room.' Isabelle pondered her dilemma, before arriving at a solution. 'I'll just put my slippers on, and if anyone asks, tell them I'm just working them in and walking through steps.' It would be semi-believable, though the fact that she was wearing jeans would make it less so. Either way, Isabelle pulled off her shoes, and slipped her bare feet into her slippers, instantly feeling better about her afternoon. Isabelle unlocked the latch to the bathroom door, and peered out. Not seeing anyone, Isabelle made her way out the door, and quickly darted past the showers, out the locker room, and made her way toward the middle school library. 'That worked out just fine.' Isabelle settled herself at a desk in the library, opening one of her brand new notebooks. Isabelle was, for the first afternoon in a long time, not feeling exhausted. 'Sleeping has done wonders,' Isabelle thought to herself. Isabelle dedicated the following hour to working out her new theories. Isabelle pulled out a blank, black ruler sized composition journal, decorated with white spots. On the front, Isabelle took a pink gel pen and wrote, in bubble letters, "Investigative Journal," before blowing on the writing to help dry it. Smiling, Isabelle opened up the journal to the first page. Isabelle started writing a title - "Isabelle's Conundrum," this time in a blue gel pen, before picking up a red gel pen, and starting to write down the theories she had worked through already, identifying any clues she discovered, and working out why she no longer believed them plausible. For the first time since this started, Isabelle felt she was efficiently marking down her discoveries, and feeling somewhat in control of an uncontrollable situation. 'Selma in the Cluefinders always takes notes, and whenever they ultimately crack a conundrum, the cluefinders always rely on those notes,' Isabelle thought, as she drew a box in purple gel around a new header on a clean page that read "CLUES." Isabelle started writing down what she knew: 1. Body changing. Smaller. Shrinking. No presence of puberty; no hair, haven't had period in month - something to track. Hair longer. Face rounder. Freckles back. Still adorable. Isabelle wasn't sure what compelled her to write the last remark. 2. Others treating me younger. School - appear to be in 6th grade. Mel and girls believe I am younger than them now, but last week same age, I think? Yet, for some reason.....I know I am in the right grade. Strange feeling. Needs to be explored more. Mom - possibly thinks I am younger, but largely treating me the same....I think. Mom=best, helping me. Jess, let me co-babysit, so obviously they know I am responsible. Perhaps strange events only impacting how classmates see me? Worth exploring 3. Dani and Lola - Best friends, but how? Trying to remember how we met, but cannot. Deep down, I know they are the closest people to me. Need to keep them close. VERY IMPORTANT. 4. Bedwetting problems - Handled. no longer issue. Better sleep, better ideas. Able to focus on cracking conundrum better. Very mature decisions made. Well done me. Isabelle continued to write away, pausing to consider additional clues she had found. 5. School - excelling at dance, struggling with some classes. No obvious change from prior. Disallowed from senior library - need to resolve 6. Avery - traitor. Isabelle felt bad about the last line, but was still stewing. Nevertheless, she decided to add additional context to the line about her desired beau. 6. Avery - traitor (to be revisited) 7. Clothing, other changes - generally, world appears to be adapting to me. Clothes all fit, and appear new, much cuter than old outfits. Dance clothes as well - far cuter, fit well. Pleased that some changes had been positive. Slippers - source of comfort, joy, despite everything seemingly existing in chaos. Thank you mom - the best. Isabelle finished by writing a summary of her clues: Overall conclusion: I appear to be getting smaller, and possibly younger, but by how much, unclear. At most, it would appear two years at this stage. Need to find way back to 8th grade......No clear memories beyond that. For some reason, memories of being 12th grader seem more distant...less real. But.....I cant make the connection. Something greater feels wrong, but can no longer identify. Memory hazy - certain things coming back, others.....for some reason will not. Need to work way back to 8th grade first, then re-evaluate. Excellent plan. Isabelle reflected on her clues and her summary, and decided she needed to provide additional theories. Reflecting on her old ones, Isabelle decided to expand the possibilities. 'I need to consider that this might be something I have overlooked,' Isabelle thought to herself, before writing down her new, most likely theories. a. Unknown medical condition. Novel. Unheard of. Patient zero? b. Wormhole theory must be revisited. Find book on space, perhaps? Isabelle was happy to have some direction, after feeling she had none this morning. She set her pen down, intent to close her journal and But something was holding her back. She couldn't flip the page. Isabelle knew why, but could not bring herself, in that moment to admit it. Until, that is, Isabelle felt a warmth flowing through her body. 'I can't rule it out....' Isabelle thought, 'no matter how silly it feels to write down.' ... ... Isabelle picked up her pen one more time. c. Magic. Implausible. Impossible. Silly. .... ...Can't rule out. With that, Isabelle closed her book, and made her way out to the front of the middle school, where her mom was waiting with a smile on her face to take her home. 'I'll get to the bottom of this.' Isabelle wouldn't settle for anything else.

Chapter 61: Mama Bear “YOU HEARD THE door close?” Ewe asked as they got closer. “Yeah, and one of my robots said the sensor was tripped here…?” Choco replied. “So, someone’s probably on this floor?” Ewe asked. “Probably?” she paused, “I looked around, and all I see are NPCs.” “Why don’t you get back to the roof and stand guard. See if you can’t catch Streaked’s attention and get her to join me. I’ll search this floor.” “Got it,” Choco told him. He was walking around while I pretended to do work on the computer screen in front of me. Some sort of TPS report thing was up on the screen, so I worked on typing in the blanks. He’d walked past me and started sniffing, “God, what’s that smell?” I froze, ‘Shit!’ I thought as he looked at me. I saw a moment of confusion as he tried to figure out why one of the NPCs smelled like they had a dirty diaper. I wasted no time using the concrete and metal below him to form a cocoon tightly around him. I let down my teenage image and revealed myself as Emerald in costume. I called out to the team, “I’ve been discovered! Ewe and I are probably getting into it here.” I devoted half a second’s magic changing the poopy diaper, just as cracks appeared in the cocoon and he broke out. “I’m going to make you pay for that bitch!” “I’m sure you are,” I muttered as he began stomping towards me. I knew from the time I kicked him in the Friar Hall that I wouldn’t be able to make much of a physical attack on him. He was practically invulnerable from injury with the protective telekinetic shell that extended around his body. Worse for me was that his regen rate was among the highest at Bechtel. Add in the superhuman strength he had, and I barely had much of a thought on what to do with him now that my first plan had failed. I was trying to dodge around him when he slapped the snot out of my rear, effectively spanking me and sending me tumbling across the room and into the wall! “Damnit, that hurt!” I said as I bounced off it and pushed my hair out of my face. ‘Time to test Bechtel’s protections?’ Caireen suggested. ‘What?’ ‘They said you can use whatever attacks?’ I grimaced, ‘What if I…?’ ‘He’ll be fine…’ she told me. “You know it’d be really nice if I didn’t have to go this far,” I told him. “What?” he said as he began rounding on me again. I sighed and used my freezing spell on him. A moment later, he was standing there as a frozen statue, and I felt guilty at his horrified expression. Before my conscience could get to me too much, some robots from Choco Chip began crawling in. They had almost spider-like bodies and, as they rushed towards me, made a creepy clicking sound that would come in my nightmares if I ever actually slept! I had nursed from Hannah as close to the match as I could and began shooting the green blasts out that Hannah did. I was happy when I was able to take out ten of them quickly, but the next time I tried, there was nothing left. “Shit!” I said as a hundred more continued to advance on me. I was getting pinned to the back wall of the offices as they moved and decided to revert to magic. I charged a single blast from about ten small ley lines and aimed just in front of the swarm of killer spiderbots. I found myself knocked off my feet and nearly fell through the hole that formed in the floor! I grabbed onto a piece of metal sticking out from the wall and pulled myself up. Most of the robots had been destroyed; the rest were upside down and half covered in rubble. “I hate spiders!” I said. For good measure, I fired some flames into the level to make sure the metal in the robots was slagged, and they couldn’t get me from behind! I carefully made my way around the edge of the room and back to the staircase. Finally, I reached the top and found Choco Chips standing, fighting with Camille. I was about to get involved when Streaked showed up and stood across from me. “How about a fair fight this time?” She taunted me. I laughed, “What’s fair about this? I’m nearly three feet shorter than you?” “You cheated yesterday!” “Umm… were you at another match than I was?” I asked. “I left you nicely contained and just about had the flag when you decided to attack me instead of being smart and going for the flag?” I laughed, “It’s not my fault you’re clumsy. I should tell you I’m not stopping your fall this time.” She screamed and began moving towards me almost as fast as I could see. I extended my shield a little further and laughed when she tried striking me but gripped a broken hand instead. “What the hell?” “You know you really should pick on people your own size!” I told her. I fired one of the net spells I’d learned and watched as she barely dodged out of the way. In the process, some sort of water pipe was nicked, and a puddle of water formed at my feet and rapidly flowed toward the roof’s end. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, little girl!” she screamed and came at me again. Unfortunately, she did connect with a spell that time, and I felt one of my recently injured ribs bruise again! “Bitch!” I swore! She smirked, and we traded a few other blows before she connected with my butt, still sore from Ewe, and knocked me to the ground. I was thrown ten feet from the impact and bounced off a wall in the middle of the roof! I shakily stood back up and stared her down. Streaked gave me a menacing glare and then began charging. I noted then that the water from the pipe was getting deeper, and she was sloshing through it. Then, I had a thought and smirked as I used a freezing spell on the water. She had just hit her top speed when I dodged out of the way and watched her skate right off the roof! “Son of a….!” I heard her scream. I smirked at that. Camille was still dealing with Choco Chips, so I decided to help her and used one of the net spells on her. She cooperated and went down in a heap. I was walking toward the flag when suddenly I heard a scream and felt myself knocked over. Somehow my shield spell failed as a hand rapidly ripped my diaper off and repeatedly smacked my naked butt! ‘She’s spanking me?!?!?’ I screamed since it hurt after already being bruised from Ewe and Streaked’s first blow!!! Suddenly another scream came from behind whoever had grabbed me. My left arm hurt as I stood up and realized midway down my forearm was bent ninety degrees from the direction it should be! The bone was just poking through the skin! Tears filled my eyes, but I refused to cry out loud as I tried to assess what the hell had happened? My eyes took in the scene of Hannah nearby looking pissed and a very blackened and singed-looking Streaked. Esmie arrived right then, picked up the flag, and flew off to end the round. A buzzer sounded, and Hannah quickly helped me re-tape the diaper. “Don’t you ever do that to Emerald again!” Hannah said as we passed by Streaked. She looked seriously injured, but I decided I no longer cared. Camille came over and, in Sora’s voice, said, “Let me take care of that arm.” She performed a spell, and my arm instantly sent pain down the nerves as it moved the bones back to where they should have been and then knitted everything back together. It was down to a dull throb afterward, but it still wasn’t pleasant! We were just getting ready to head down the stairs when a crew of ten medics ran up to look at Streaked. Halfway down the steps, my jaw dropped as one of the most famous costumed heroines, Lady Fulvia, stopped us. “Emerald, can you unfreeze Ewe?” I sighed but nodded. I followed the legendary heroine back onto the level where his face was frozen in terror like a cross between a gargoyle statue and Han Solo… I performed the counter spell that Caireen had taught me recently and watched him thaw and gasp a deep breath in shock. “You!” He said, starting to come towards me before Lady Fulvia stopped him. “Do you need to be in my office so I can give you detention in the containment labs for the next semester?” she said quietly. “No, Ma’am,” he said. Only when he replied did I realize that Lady Fulvia and Mrs. Hensley were one and the same! “Go see the medics and get looked at,” she told him. “Babysitters, I expect your team in the debriefing room in ten minutes!” She hissed at us. “Yes, Ma’am,” I said, along with the other two. We made our way to the entrance and found our other three teammates waiting. “What’s wrong with you three?” Beth asked, “We destroyed them!” I sighed, “I think we’re in trouble…?” “For what?” “I’m not actually completely sure,” Camille answered. “Probably for Hannah and me going overboard?” I suggested. “Wait to discuss the exercise until you are in the briefing room,” Gunny told us, meeting us in the doorway. Gunny, Giddings, Captain Tilling, and a still-costumed Mrs. Hensley sat down across from us, giving Hannah and me, in particular, very scary glares. I gulped, wondered how much trouble I was in, and nervously fidgeted. Of course, the wet diaper on my butt wasn’t helping either! “Let’s discuss this exercise!” Mrs. Hensley said in a cold voice that made my stomach turn more. I was grateful for the pacifier mask I wore then as I found myself nervously nursing on the nipple. They showed a video feed of the battle, and I learned that Hannah and Beth had engaged Monotone. Eventually, some sort of explosive round from Beth’s sniper rifle did him in while Hannah had been distracting him from the other side. Before that, Camille, Hannah, and Esmie pitched in to get Paved into that bubble I had seen. I was really impressed! The camera view then flipped to me in my teenage form. “And what was this?” Hensley asked me, “You’re supposed to be masked at all times!” “That’s not my normal face, so it is a mask?” I said hesitantly. She mulled that over, “I suppose that’s right. But, since when can you look like a normal teenager?” “A week or so ago?” “Wait a minute!” Giddings said, clearly thinking back, “You two were at the Winter Ball together?” I blushed and saw Hannah do the same. “I’m going to need to meet with you later, Emerald, to discuss if this has any implications on changes we need to make,” Hensley stated pointedly. “It shouldn’t. It’s not real… but let me know when?” “Okay, moving on,” Tilling said, clearing his throat, “I honestly thought it was an innovative tactic. We’ve seen students try to blend in before, but the mask rule usually means everyone catches onto them. So it was impressive that you made it almost all the way to the target unnoticed.” “Except for one poopy diaper, I might have made it all the way!” I complained. Hannah leaned over and hugged me, “Poop happens!” I sighed, “Anyway?” “Okay, this situation with Ewe here has me seriously concerned, Emerald. What exactly did you do to him?” Hensley asked with her eyes seeming to peer into my soul. “I couldn’t do anything else physically to him… his shield is impenetrable, right?” “A large enough tank round makes it through,” Beth told me. “Oh… Well, I didn’t have one of those, so I froze Ewe.” “Like frozen temperature-wise?” Gunny asked. “I think if you measured, he would have been just a bit over zero degrees Kelvin?” “Emerald, that sounds like a lethal spell…?” Hensley said. “It would be if I didn’t undo it,” I agreed. “I have concerns about this spell being used on other students again. Therefore, unless your life is in danger, you cannot use it on another student at Bechtel!” Mrs. Hensley said. “Yes, Ma’am, I’ll try and learn something else.” “Let’s see, you moved straight onto Choco Chip’s robots then. So you used Hannah’s EMP blasts there?” “I’ve been using my copyist skill to make them for a while?” I said, “It was in my testing results.” Gunny nodded, “The next blast you did… That was fairly impressive.” “Good thing you were the last planned match of the night!” Giddings said. “Why?” “Because it will take the team all night to fix that damage! If someone had been under there? And then the use of the flames?” “I really don’t like spiders,” I told her. “I would have felt justified blowing up the whole building to kill those things!” Esmie giggled next to me until Camille elbowed her. Hensley sighed, “the rooftop fight?” We discussed my part and the use of the ice to let Streaked take herself out. “You made a huge mistake there,” Gunny told me. I nodded, “I didn’t confirm she was down…?” “Correct, you can’t take risks like that!” He moved on, ripping into Camille for some things with her fight. Sora stepped in after a while and argued before begrudgingly getting out of the way. Eventually, Hensley said, “Well… the final thing we need to discuss. Emped, this blast you used… We are retesting you after the break because I want to know the real limit of your powers. I think they’ve grown from your GEID tests.” She rubbed her eyes with fatigue. “Look, Emped, Emerald, if you ever use those powers to that level again on students, I’m going to have to issue severe consequences, up to expulsion.” Camille, Beth, Lizi, and Esmie all sucked in a loud breath, “You can’t do that!” I heard almost in unison from them. “They didn’t start anything and only used a limited amount of the force they have!” Camille finished. “I don’t care if you think that, ladies, you’re on notice, you two. We’re lucky that both were able to receive treatment quickly. Emped, you especially need to be careful of those blasts. Emerald, you could probably take out much more if you chose to. So you two have to be very careful!” “Yes, Ma’am,” Hannah and I said together. We eventually got free of the briefing and went back to Trident. Hannah and I took a shower together and then a long bath together. There were no thoughts of my teenage form, just comfort from a baby and a mommy. When we made it into our pajamas, the other girls dragged us to the theater room for an end of finals party. The other students couldn’t care less about the reaming we received from Hensley, instead raving about how epic that match was! As I prepared to nurse from Hannah later, she said, “Sofia?” “Yes?” “If Streaked ever did try and hurt you again… I honestly would do what I did again in a heartbeat.” I smiled at her, “I don’t think we’ll ever have that problem again. But don’t let your mama bear mode get you in more trouble!” She hugged me, “Nothing would stop me if that had been real!” I nodded, “I wouldn’t hold back if it was you either.” She cuddled me in her lap for a bit and then exposed her breast. I latched on and internally celebrated, having survived our first short semester at Bechtel! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! Please press the ‘Like’ Button if you’ve enjoyed it! We’re nearing the end of the tale only one more chapter and the epilogue to go! Comments would be super appreciated to know what you’ve thought! I'll post the final chapter late on Tuesday, and the epilogue on Thursday. 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.

I have a few more scenes drafted. Hopefully I can post soon! Chapter 5 Jesse The man in the cell next to mine is named Adam. We’ve developed a silent code. A tap for ‘yes’, two taps for ‘no’, a swipe for ‘can’t’, and a series of gestures for letters. It’s crude and inefficient, but it’s all we have. Maybe it will be enough to help us escape this place. Adam is twenty-four. Like me, he can no longer stand without getting dizzy. We’re sitting, facing each other when urine spurts out from his penis. At first, he doesn’t seem to notice, until he catches my wide eyes staring at it. He looks down in horror as the urine sprays out before him soaking the newspaper and splashing against his legs. Then, he looks back up to me and swipes a finger from one side to the other. Can’t. Shit. He can’t stop himself. The grown man starts bawling. I turn away to give him a small measure of privacy. The orderlies make their way down the aisles, fixing new bottles of that white liquid to our cells. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I turn back to Adam. I want to tell him not to drink it. I want him to see that it’s to blame for our weakness. But the blubbering man is already crawling as fast as he can toward the teat. He splashes right through his puddle. I hear a click as my bottle is attached to my cell. I fight against the urge to crawl toward it. The orderly who has attached it pauses outside my cell and looks curiously at me. He taps the glass and beckons me over, like I’m some sort of fish. I shake my head, even though my very blood seems to scream for the milk. The orderly squats and looks me in the eyes. He taps the glass again, and I shake my head a second time. He stands up again, and I release a sigh. I catch Adam glancing at me as he drinks greedily from his bottle. The tears are drying on his face. B-A-D, I spell. M-I-L-K H-U… Before I finish, I hear a click. I whip my head back toward my door. For the first time since I’ve arrived, it opens. The orderly steps inside my cell. I scoot back. “Leave me alone,” I plead, or at least, I try to plead. My tongue is heavy and dumb. It sounds more like incomprehensible babble. The orderly smiles. “There, there,” he says. “I’m not going to hurt you.” I glance at the bottle in his hand. It’s slightly different than the others. It’s not meant for animals in cages. It’s meant for babies. I scramble backward until my back presses against glass. But in my weakened state, it isn’t difficult for the man to restrain me and scoop me into his lap. I strain against him, but he has one arm wrapped around my torso and pinning my arms down, and the other holding the bottle nipple against my lips. He pushes it in. At the first drop of liquid, my resolve melts away. I suckle fervently, relaxing into his hold. Dr. Marin appears in the doorway as I drain away the last of the bottle. “Looks like you need a shower, Miller,” she says to the orderly. I follow her gaze to our laps and realize with burning embarrassment that I’ve peed all over the orderly’s legs. Dr. Marin approaches, heels clacking against the hard ground beneath the newspaper. She bends down in front of me as Miller pulls the bottle nipple away. I whine, wanting more of the milk. “What is your name?” Dr. Marin asks me. I sniffle. “Dethy,” I mumble. Dr. Mary smiles, a triumphant light in her eyes. She straightens back up and addresses Miller. “Feed her another bottle,” she commands. “Then let’s prepare for Phase 2.” Tessa Dr. Marin left right after my spanking this morning, claiming to have business elsewhere. But first she told us that the “S” on our test results stands for “submissive,” and that today we would be learning the core principles of obedience. Throughout the day, I try to blend into the background, to be invisible. But whispers and snickers echo everywhere I go, filling me with a hollow embarrassment. Ethan is the only one who doesn’t find what happened this morning funny. “Honestly,” he says, later in the canteen, “I thought it was kind of hot. I wouldn’t mind taking a trip over Dr. Marin’s knee.” I flush. “You’re gross,” I mumble, lowering my eyes to avoid the amused glances of the other submissives eating around us. Ethan just shrugs. “Line up to receive your uniforms!” a male voice booms at one end of the room. The canteen shuffles into action. No one wants to be put on display the way I was earlier. Ethan and I exchange glances and then hurry to fall in line. Our uniforms turn out to be another wave in the sea of embarrassment. The women receive strange, outdated dresses that look more fitting for a 1950’s movie set. They’re dresses, something Audrey Hepburn might have worn, except…not quite as modest. The men receive similar attire, classic suits that look out of place in our modern world. Except their pants are shorts, very short shorts that highlight their asses, and instead of ties they wear bowties that look more like collars. We’re ordered to dress right in the canteen. Blushing, I change as quickly as I can. Ethan’s cheeks burn bright red, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s enjoying this. The bulge in his drawers is evidence of that. Dr. Marin’s assistants, older men and women from the community, come and take our normal clothes away. “You won’t be needing your former clothes,” the man from before informs us. “Your uniforms are to be worn at all hours of the day.” After changing into our uniforms, we’re sent back to class to learn more about the four tenets of obedience: 1) Respect for Authority, 2) Duty and Responsibility, 3) Acceptance and Compliance, and 4) Selflessness. But between my smarting ass, strange new clothes, and constant hecklers, I have a hard time paying attention. Finally, the day winds down. At final bell, I hop out of my seat, eager to escape the scrutiny of my classmates. Others seem to have the same idea, but we’re stopped at the door by our teacher. “Your Doms will be taking you home today,” she explains. “You will wait here for them to retrieve you.” Dread washes over me. Dom? What does that mean? I look around at the other submissives and see my fear mirrored in their eyes. We’re all in the same boat, whether we like it or not.

[Okay I stayed up way too late again for a few nights and sure enough got something. Maybe it's true; maybe I can only be creative in the middle of the night. Not sure if it's a good thing, or if it's just going to be over-the-top in certain respects and I'll have no readers left, but what the heck. "Shades of The Towering Inferno" or "Shades of Mental Illness"? I'll let you decide:] Offices, Elevators, and Diapers CHAPTER FOUR Now as I’m sure we are all aware, every good disaster story that starts in an elevator needs dramatic moments of death-defying close-calls, scaling of smoke-filled heights with a certainly lethal drop below, clever escapes, moments of bravery and self-sacrifice, and finally an emotional resolution wherein the characters ride off happily into the sunset in each other’s arms. Unfortunately, I never claimed this was a good disaster story. Perhaps “disaster of a story” would be more appropriate. Our poor protagonists would certainly agree by this point, as they sat slumped against a wall of fallen rubble, where once there had been a stairwell. The smoke was getting thick enough that even sitting on the floor did not stop their lungs from coughing, or the air from feeling thin. Liza complained about feeling lightheaded. Joe bragged about being fine. Suzie still smiled from when “fine” Joe had lost consciousness and fell flat on his face. Oh, and then there was Dick, who had torn his shirt from his thick muscular chest, in a way that made Suzie imagine Tarzan, and now ripped it into smaller pieces. She told herself it was her head still ringing, or perhaps the oxygen-deprived air, but her imagination had taken the Tarzan image and ran with it. In her mind's eye he was transforming right in front of her. She imagined him thumping his chest and carrying her off into a nearby tree… “What is it, Miss Applegate?” Liza asked in response to Suzie’s loud, unappreciative snort. “Nothing… Just thinking about bad movies.” “At a time like this?” “I know. It’s stupid. I’m not really thinking, thinking about them, just-” Joe interrupted, having regained consciousness. “I like movies! You, umm, see that one about that genius? You know, that invented modern computing? Great acting. Good story. I think every school kid should watch it. I, umm, I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve actually stood before the very first computer. They keep it around like a museum exhibit. It was actually featured in the movie…” Suzie got a coughing fit out of the way, which was good cover for the fact that she was rolling her eyes. “Really? What about that other movie… the one about the nerd who was so smart he couldn’t save his friends from dying in a fire? You seen that?” He frowned. “Umm, no, not really.” “Really? Well I’m watching it right now. It sucks.” “Here,” Dick said, handing her an arm from his shirt, “it will help you breathe.” “You know the cloth is supposed to be wet, right?” “Well, it is damp,” Liza said neutrally. Suzie sniffed, then whipped her head back. “Sweat does not count!” “Okay, here, I got an idea.” Joe snatched the cloth out of her hand. “Okay, if your ‘idea’ is to pee on the… Wait, why are you already peeing? You don’t have your pants down yet… Oh.” Joe couldn’t meet her gaze. He tucked the shirt sleeve underneath him and sat on it while he continued to pee, still wearing only his underwear. The white cotton had turned yellow all up his front side and his flood was continuing. His thick stream penetrated the fabric and flowed down to start a pool underneath him. “Well, umm, I did kind of say I needed to go,” he said sullenly, “back in the elevator. But you wouldn’t share your diapers and umm, we haven’t come across a restroom yet…” “Seriously,” Suzie said without her usual sarcasm, looking at him with brows arched in an atypical expression of sympathy. “How is it none of you have considered diapers before now?” She grabbed the shirt remains out of Liza and Dick’s hands and tossed it at Joe, who held it tightly against himself as it too turned yellow. When his flow still continued, she sighed in defeat. That was until Liza handed her a bundle of more fabric. Without thinking, she accepted it and bent over Joe, batting his hands aside and shoving it up against him, tucking some of it up underneath for good measure. She began blushing as she pressed the fabric against his fountain, and averted her gaze. The bundle was much larger than a shirt sleeve. She only belatedly realized it was a whole shirt. She looked at Liza, who was now wearing only her bra and panties, and sighed. “You know,” she said sadly, shaking her head, “there is such a thing as being accommodating to a fault. Not that I want to tell you how to run your life, but…” She felt wetness against her hands and glanced back at Joe, only to see that the man had soaked the shirt but paid little attention to it. His eyes were now locked onto Liza’s partially-exposed breasts. She gave him an open-handed slap that rocked his head in the opposite direction. “...but now that’s going to keep happening.” Seeing his gaze come to rest on her diaper as she kneeled before him, she slapped him again. When his gaze landed on Liza’s still-damp panties next, she sighed, then reached out to slap him again. Liza’s hand on her wrist aborted it. “Actually, Miss Applegate, we may want to avoid giving him a concussion. All of us are probably suffering from some level of hypoxia as it is.” Suddenly blushing at her own boldness, the reserved secretary’s hand leaped away. Suzie shrugged noncommittally. She looked something like a child who had been denied a favorite new toy, but abandoned the slap. Only then did she realize that watching someone else pee is not all that different from watching a documentary on waterfalls or staring at a dripping faucet, and she began releasing into her diaper. “Shoot,” she said, instinctively glancing downward, “this is my last one.” Joe’s gaze shot down to her groin like a diving hawk, and she uttered an exasperated huff. While getting up she clasped her hands over the front of her diaper to try and disrupt his gaze, but it didn’t work. Not only that, raising her head caused her to breathe in more smoke and she coughed as she sat back down beside Liza. Her body had little enough fluid left, and she was finished a moment later. She glanced over at Joe to see if he was still staring at her, noted that he had stopped peeing, and further observed a new bulge in the front of his underwear. Her hands pressed against her diaper more tightly in a subconscious gesture of unease. Joe’s inability to control his stare was one thing. Her male coworker having an erection while watching her pee was quite another. A few moments later Joe picked up a soaked shirt sleeve and held it out to Liza and Suzie in offering. “It’s, umm, wet now, like you wanted…” Suzie stared at it as if it were a disgusting, slimy eel. “Yeah. Thanks, but that’s yours now. I’m good with suffocating-” The wet cloth was clamped across her mouth by Dick, who proceeded to tie it behind her head so it would stay in place. “I’m sorry, but as head of this department I’m responsible for your safety in the event of an emergency. I can’t have you suffocating, and you are quite correct that wet cloth is much more effective at…” He continued the lecture while Suzie, under the combined odorous assault of Dick’s sweat and Joe’s pee, crossed and uncrossed her very wide eyes while her hands flailed about. Dick became concerned that she was not fully absorbing what he was saying. He let loose a heavy sigh of his own. Employees, he reflected sadly, were always complaining that their ideas were not given enough credence, then protesting when he was kind enough to implement them. “Liza!” Joe said, grabbing Liza’s shirt and moving towards her, dripping on the floor as he went. “We have to protect her as well…” “No! …Mr. Hill, that’s really quite kind of you but…” The secretary looked around desperately, then tore off a sleeve of Suzie’s dress in one clean swipe. (A clever reader might be impressed by her sudden strength, but would no doubt immediately recall how easily the cheap garment had ripped in half back in chapter one. Suzie’s clothes-buying habits would be forever altered by the end of this story.) “...perhaps I should do it myself.” Liza rose up into a crouch, moved as if to remove her underwear, then aborted when Joe continued to stare. Instead she placed the sleeve on the floor beneath her, and peed through her already wet panties. When it was done, she daintily wrung out the fabric before holding it over her mouth. “Oh dear,” she mumbled Joe wrung out Liza’s shirt aggressively, but rather than cover his mouth with it, he placed it under its still-crouching owner’s dripping panties. “Could you, umm…” He made an awkward hand wave from her groin to the shirt. Liza’s muffled voice replied, “But, Sir, you just finished trying to dry it.” “Umm… I changed my mind. It’s too dry now.” “Are you certain?” “Oh, yeah, for sure, and I don’t want to die of smoke, so umm…” The request seemed quite irregular, but Liza, being the thoughtful, complaisant person that she was, shrugged and proceeded to let go with a soft, high-pitched sigh, once more peeing through her panties as she tried to ignore Joe’s wide-eyed fixation with the process. “...Furthermore,” Dick was saying, “company policy strictly prohibits employees remaining in an unsafe place, which this has clearly become. So, in the interests of making this meeting a productive one, and including everyone in the process, I will open the floor to suggestions.” He had already decided to ignore the continuous and quite gratuitous dress-code and conduct violations. They had become pervasive enough so as to require their own meeting. Noting the lack of responses to his present query, he looked at each of them sternly. Suzie’s eyes had rolled back in her head, and her hands clawed at her wet mask. Liza coughed in spite of the wet cloth and only shrugged. Which left Joe, who was unique in his lack of aversion to the circumstances. He breathed deeply through Liza's shirt, soaked as it was in her own pee, while his eyes rolled almost as far back in his head as Suzie’s. He relaxed his shoulders in obvious contentment, but said nothing. “I’m noticing that when we have meetings on a Monday, participation is reduced,” Dick said in honest concern. “It seems our ‘free coffee’ policy is not having its intended effect.” “Oh dear. Well, Sir, as much as I’m certain we would all like to postpone this…” “Actually, I have an idea.” Joe pointed to a nearby wall. He looked smug, as of course all IT personnel are expected to be, having been bestowed with sacred knowledge too complex for the mere mortals who surround them. “I kind of, umm personally supervised the installation of the cat cables for the new T3 backbone, you see, last year, and umm…” His body was held in a rigid, confident pose, as he preened at his own self-importance. “...I was kind of the reason we got the upgrade too, but umm anyway, the main trunk runs through a vertical shaft in that hollow wall right there.” He let that hang in the air for a time, only continuing after getting a few expectant looks, pinching the bridge of his nose, and finally making impatient gestures while he explained. This was all part of his training. As I am sure you, Dear Reader, are already aware, the first rule of being in the business of tech support is to ignore everything your client says and read a series of thoroughly counter-productive instructions from a pre-written flow chart, but that’s beside the point, and Joe had no such chart. The second rule, however, is to emphasize your superiority over the lesser life forms around you at all times. That one went against his self-conscious nature, so it was fortunate he had practiced. “...It’s like, umm, 18 inches deep maybe, and runs for several floors in either direction. So we could, you know, pull out some cat cabling and use it as rope? I mean, it’s so obvious now. To me of course. I would have thought of it, like, much sooner, but you know… the smoke inhalation… and umm, stuff…” With that said he inhaled another lungful of Liza’s scent, which the others took to mean that he was finished with his ‘explanation’. Dick made certain to declare the meeting in ‘recess’ in order to try out Joe’s idea, and helped the younger man break through the appropriate section of plaster wall. The metal shaft turned out to be tall, thick metal braces anchored to the building’s framing, with thin aluminum panels as siding. Those came off with relative ease. They yanked out as much cabling as they could reach, but much of it either refused to come loose or was severed by Dick’s almost violently-strong pulls. This raised a new problem, as the two men agreed it would be dangerous to try climbing down a three-story wall using a rope that might snap under their weight or be severed the moment it caught on something. Thick electrical conduit ran opposite the cabling, but even Dick could not pull loose the heavy wire within. It was extremely difficult to see what they were doing inside the dark shaft to begin with, the hallway’s emergency lighting and dim reflections from the distant window being mostly useless as light sources. Their eventual solution to the cable problem was to braid multiple ones together and combine their strength, but this reduced the total length. One of their makeshift masks fell down the shaft and was lost during the process, and Suzie’s dress, already missing one sleeve and its bottom half, soon found itself without the other sleeve, but otherwise their revised plan seemed to be going off without a hitch. This being other than the final chapter, you can probably guess that the resulting rope was too short. From their third-floor window, they concluded, and a too-short ‘rope’, it would be dangerous to climb down to the street below, as jumping the remaining distance would likely injure them. There seemed little to no chance of an ambulance -or any other assistance- in the city’s present state of chaos. Their final solution was to try and climb down the shaft itself. With all of the cables and conduit running through it, there were handholds aplenty. Its size was just large enough to accommodate even Dick, although his broad shoulders would nearly get him stuck on several occasions. Liza passed around some bottled water she had found in one of the nearby rooms while they explained the plan to Suzie, who gasped in air as the cloth was removed from her face. She had never been so glad to inhale smoke, although the others remained oblivious to her distress. As they talked, she downed the entire bottle of water. “Okay,” she said at last, breathing heavily and wiping her mouth. “Here’s what we’re going to do. One of you is going to toss me out that window over there… head first. I can’t take any more of this; I want it to be over.” Everyone gave her concerned looks, but refused to do any throwing, and she relented with a heavy sigh. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s do your idea then.” Suzie glanced down the dark shaft a minute later and quickly suggested that Dick go first, to which the supervisor made no objection. Liza, it was agreed, would go next. Joe leaped in front of Suzie, volunteering himself to go next by climbing into the shaft. “Such chivalry,” Suzie commented dryly, then climbed in last. Soon they were all below the level of the floor, and gratefully breathing smoke-free air. Dusty, stale air, they each noted, as they coughed and sneezed their way down, but breathable. Despite the conduit and cables to grab onto, everyone but Dick was soon complaining about sore arms and tired muscles. Initially, Joe was more silent about complaints than any of them. He spent his time looking either straight down at Liza’s chest, or straight up at Suzie’s puffy diaper. Later on, well after the events of this story, he would look back and remark that, taken altogether, it might have been one of the best days he had ever had at the office. And he would most definitely remember the moment when, still illuminated from above by the light leaking in the open panels, Suzie’s sneeze caused her to start aggressively leaking into her diaper while he watched from only a few feet below. Her legs were bent in front of her, her knees pressed against one wall, her back against its opposite, and her arms were anchored against the two walls to either side, leaving him with what he considered a rather perfect view. “Shoot. Shouldn’t have drunk that whole bottle…” she remarked. He was close enough to clearly hear her quiet hiss, as her leak became a stream. “And eyes to front down there, Mr. I.T. Guy! Yeah, I see you looking!” He would also remember the perfect roundness of Liza’s breasts (when he finally did avert his gaze from Suzie – which as you can guess was not right away), the cute sound of her sneeze as the dust got to her as well, the way her chest heaved, and the way that physics did their part to tantalize him, her every motion causing the slightest jiggle. He would remember the smoothness of her creamy skin. He would remember– Well, I’m once more certain you get the idea… He was, as we all know by now, the sort of man who remembered a great deal about rather particular topics. The group had only just begun to make real progress when Dick let loose an atypical yelp. “We need to go back,” he suggested rather urgently. “But, umm, you’re only like one floor down,” Joe replied, not moving. They all heard Dick clumping and clanging against the metal around him, continually adjusting his position, but his voice seemed locked -as it usually was- in his practiced, professional monotone. Well… mostly. “I appreciate your feedback, but -ow!- I’m afraid that I don’t have the mandated supplies to treat -ah!- first degree burns as described in the manual of emergency first -ouch!- aid, which precludes us from climbing any lower than -arg!- where we started. All of the metal around me is -oh lord!- getting quite warm and is not suitable to touch or climb upon. I’m afraid this floor might be -holy grapenuts!- the source of the smoke we saw, and the fire has likely reached this wall. I’m making -mother of!- an executive decision here to go up instead, and I would appreciate -son of a!- your expediency.” No one besides Joe had needed the explanation, as grunts of pain proved quite expressive. However, having received it, the IT professional was finally convinced, and the whole group was in motion. Climbing up was much harder than climbing down. It was no longer enough to brace themselves against the metal panels or slide down conduit, and none of them had practiced proper climbing since their high school gym classes. At first there was a lot of grunting and groaning, but no one was moving very fast. “Oh dear. Sir, smoke is getting into the shaft.” “I’m aware,” Dick replied. “I’m afraid that we’re -oh bother!- going to have to add fire retardancy -ow!- to the dress code as well…” “Sir? What do you mean… Oh dear me, are you on fire?” There was the sound of Dick panting, grunting, and banging around, and of cloth ripping. The group took the answer to be sufficient, and suddenly found additional motivation. The pace of climbing picked up. “I can’t… I can’t climb anymore,” Suzie said at one point. She wasn’t sure how long they had been climbing. It seemed like an eternity. Her breath came in gasps. Her muscles burned. Surrounded by impenetrable darkness, time took on a different meaning. “See if you can knock out any of the panels around you,” Dick instructed. “There may only be plaster on the other side.” Suzie was surprised to hear her boss out of breath. Later she would learn the cause: Liza was no longer climbing. She was getting carried on Dick’s shoulders. Joe, in turn, was getting carried on her shoulders. The poor beleaguered secretary was grunting the hardest of any of them as she struggled to keep him balanced upright on her small frame. There wasn’t room for Suzie to properly kick but she pounded with her fists on the various panels around her. One of them gave, just a bit, and she almost cried with relief. When more pounding didn’t work, she braced her back against the opposite wall and pushed outward with all of the strength her awkwardly-bent legs could muster. The panel was budging, but slowly. Her muscles heard the continued instruction to push, which they did, but interpreted the order rather liberally. A warm squishiness steadily pressed itself into her diaper. Finally the metal panel in front of her snapped off its shallow hooks, the thin, weak wooden plasterboard lath behind it caved, and the plaster surface beyond that shattered into a cloud of dust that made her cough. Artificial light poured in. “Oh, man, did you just…” Joe reached up from just below her and explored the bottom of her diaper with his right hand while he sniffed, pressing his pointer finger into her squishy bum experimentally. “Hey!” she protested sharply. “Hands off!” She swatted his hand away for emphasis. “Oh dear, did she?” “Again?” asked Dick. “Hey at least I’m not the one who keeps peeing all over the floor!” she shot back. Otherwise ignoring them, she contorted herself through the opening and crawled gratefully onto solid ground. She noted the absence of smoke with indescribable relief. In time, she knew their gaseous foe would follow them up the shaft, but she reasoned that they could cover the hole somehow, or perhaps make an escape first. She grudgingly helped Joe through the hole, then -less reluctantly- Liza. Dick was completely ignored. He crawled through on his own, still shirtless on top and now wearing smoking fragments of his dress pants below. His skin was singed in several places. Like all of them, he was covered in dirt and dust. She winced in sympathy, but could not bring herself to express it aloud. They found themselves in a medium-sized, roughly-square room. There were no windows in sight, only the harsh emergency light above the room’s single exit. Beneath them lay old, scraped and scratched vinyl with a square tile pattern. The walls were stained and dented, and cobwebs padded the corners. Even without the improper lighting, the space had an obvious ‘seldom used’ look. They competed for floor space with a haphazard collection of old metal-and-plastic tables and chairs, most covered in a layer of dust. “Storage room,” Suzie thought aloud, getting to her feet. “Told you,” Joe said. Suzie turned to look at him with exaggerated deliberateness. “Oh really? And just what, my dear I.T. Guy, did you ‘tell us’, exactly?” He shrugged uncomfortably. “That, umm… this would work?” “Oh… I see. You told us that we’d end up gasping for breath after nearly dying in a claustrophobic metal shaft. You told us that we’d have gone through all that, not to be rescued, but to be trapped on an even higher floor with even less chance of climbing down to safety?” He fidgeted with his hands. “Umm, well it sounded better when I said it… You know, you have kind of a negative personality.” “Negative personality?” She blinked, having trouble deciding if it was worth the energy to throw him back down the metal shaft. “I can’t do this,” she said instead, walking away and pushing her way out the double doors at the room’s entrance. “Hey, umm, my name’s ‘Joe’… by the way…” “Yeah, whatever, IT Guy.” That was the last the others saw of her for the time being, as they helped each other to their feet. “I don’t hear anyone,” Liza observed. Dick moved to the door, cracked it open, looked around, then turned back to the other two. “I know this floor. Maintenance. It has a conference room that we used for a training seminar, but that was a long time ago. It’s now under the purview of the janitorial and building maintenance personnel. Assuming any of them were working today, they may well have been trapped on other floors.” He exhaled slowly. “That’s a relief.” “Sir?” He smiled wryly, as if it were obvious. “Well, I’m hardly dressed appropriately.” “Oh yes!” Suzie shouted from somewhere down the hallway, “That is exactly the right thing to be worried about in this situation: your reputation!” “I think you look fine,” Joe replied. It would have been more convincing had he not been looking at Liza while saying it. She wrapped her arms across her breasts in a self-conscious gesture and tried to pretend that she didn’t notice his intense stare. “We should split up,” Dick suggested. “Look for exits and other survivors.” They did so. Dick found several more rooms to their left, but each was either empty or further storage. Liza and Joe went right out of the doorway, then split up when the hallway ended in a ‘T’ junction. There were more junctions in both directions and it was a good quarter of an hour later before anyone found the elevator. It was, of course, out of service, and no one forced the doors. Each of them remembered the smoke that had poured out of the shaft last time. The stairwell was found next, but by simply glancing over the nearest railing it was easy to see that it had collapsed not far below them. There was a huge crack in the outer wall, in those places where it was not missing altogether, and a cool breeze drifted in. Despite being outside air, it smelled vaguely of smoke. The city around them, they were beginning to realize, was in no better shape than their own building. Judging by the angle of the light beams, Liza guessed it to be around noon. The whole process went slower than it should have on account of Liza and Dick soon being the only two doing actual exploring. Joe opened one of the doors to find a large cafeteria with floor-to-ceiling windows on its far side. When he noticed Suzie standing before them, her curves forming an alluring dark shape that blocked out the bright blue sky beyond, his journeying was forgotten. Despite its size, the room was mostly empty. There were a few tables near a decently-sized minibar, which sported a full-sized fridge. “Just come oooonnnn innnn!” Suzie said, poorly impersonating a game show host. She had her back to the door, and was looking not at the blue sky in front of her, but at the desolation far below them, as the city continued with its throes of death. Her voice was slightly slurred as well, causing Joe to worry that she had fallen and hit her head again. Then he noticed the bottle of a colored liquid in her right hand. “Are you, umm, okay?” She glanced over her shoulder at him, then turned back to the sky. “Oh, I’m sorry!” she continued in her game-host voice. “That is an incorrect guess! The correct answer is: we’re all going to die!” Her snickering ended with a brief snort. “If anything’s wrong, you know, you can, umm… you can like… talk to me.” She snorted again. “Oh sure, we’re best pals, right, IT Guy?” He sighed. “Umm, name’s ‘Joe’, but… I kind of mentioned that.” “And since we’re best pals, I can tell you anything, right?” Her body lurched slightly. “Drat. I hate hiccups.” “Well, yeah, sure, you can tell me anything! But, umm, how did you get drunk like… this fast?” Only then did he notice nine more empty bottles arranged neatly on the counter. “Oh, this is nothin’, Honey. You should -hick- see me on a Friday when I really get going!” She turned around and walked towards him slowly, her hips swaying more than usual, and then stopped just in front of him. She used her hands to lift herself onto a table top, using its empty surface like a chair. Her diapered bottom landed with a quiet squish. “But don’t worry, I can -hick- drink anyone under the table. Alcohol doesn’t even phase me, Jack!” “Again, it’s ‘Joe’, but umm, sure, I can see that…” What he could actually see here, mind you, was the front of her wet diaper where his gaze was once again fixed. The walls interrupted them with a groan. It was a deep, tortured, ominous sound. There was a sharp, high-pitched crack too, which Joe later realized had been a window pane breaking. “You hear that?” Suzie said, splaying her arms in the air dramatically. “That, my dear I.T. Guy, is the sound of this building’s inevitable demise. I’m guessing the foundation is crumbling, or some critical support structure… thing… is collapsing. Maybe the fire is just going to eat it all up… mum-mum-mum-mum…” She burped loudly, then smiled a crooked, unhinged smile. “Either way, we’re all going down, my hopelessly salacious friend. Unless we get burned up in a fire!” She giggled again, then leaned back, palms on the table behind her. “See, this is what’s going to happen next: if this building doesn’t straight-up collapse, an aftershock is going to come along and take out what’s left of it. I’m surprised we haven’t felt one yet. No one is going to come rescue us; no one could even get to us if they tried. Eventually they’ll bring in a helicopter or something, but this building will never last that long.” She burped. “Looking back, do you know what I regret about all of it?” “Umm…” Joe’s palms were sweaty by this point, and for once he noticed Suzie looking at his crotch. She had a sly smile as she examined his manhood, where it bulged against his underwear with both hands. “You’d think -hick-. You’d think I’d regret the fact that… that all my dreams amount to nothing. You’d think that I’d regret my… my career path, or that I’m a single woman with no family left on this earth to miss me. I mean, that’s what I’m supposed to regret… right?” “I, umm, I don’t…” “No.” She giggled as if something was funny, then frowned. “No, you ‘don’t’ anything, do you? You don’t have any aspirations. You certainly don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t even think you have any friends… How am I -hick- doing so far? Do you even have regrets? Any mark you wish to leave on this world – other than a trail of naked women behind you -hick- whose clothes you’ve torn off?” “Hey, I didn’t – well, I mean, Liza’s pants, but that was an accident!” “My dress?” “Oh, umm, yeah but I mean that was also an-” She leaned forward, shook her head condescendingly, and placed a single finger vertically across Joe’s mouth while making shushing sounds. Her voice was almost comically exaggerated. “No, none of that now my poor, prurient IT Guy, don’t do that, don’t you do that. You know what? -hick- You are almost single-handedly responsible for the fact that not one of the four of us is wearing any clothes to speak of. Sure, you achieved this illustrious accomplishment -hick- through sheer clumsiness, stupidity, indecency, manipulation… anything but actually being attractive, -hick- but… but you know what? You should own that! It might just be your one talent: to be a… a walking disaster! So own it, Little Man!” “I… umm, well wait are you saying it’s like a good thing..?” She leaned back again, a slanted smile crossing her heart-shaped face. “Well, you’re a lecherous, amorous, licentious… I’m out… is there a thesaurus around? Well, you’re what they call a ‘pervert’ I believe. -Hick- But, hey, if you can live with that, why not!” “So… a good thing?” She scoffed, shaking her head as if to dispel a headache coming on. Which wasn’t far from the truth. Her head was swimming a bit from drink, yes, but it was working with Dick and Joe that gave her a propensity for migraines. “Look, you’re missing the point here. You see, the point here is that -hick- I… want to kill you. But I’m not! The building is going to do that when it collapses. So instead, I’m going to reflect on the fact that -of my limited offerings- you are the man that I hate the least.” Joe perked up as if he had just received flowers. “I am?” “Sure. -Hick- Because… because you know what you’ve got going for you? You’re not Dick. See how that works? Alright, yeah, he’s got a tight body chiseled straight out of stone… thick, strong arms that could bench press a car… chest like a semi truck… alluring, dark, hooded eyes that just… -hick- …just look right into you and make you want to…” She shook herself again. “Okay we’re getting off track here. “Also, that beer is going right through me! Why do maintenance people even have beers in their fridge? I went to college for four years, you think I have a fridge full of beer down the hall? No!” Her body had already started wetting on its own, but she closed her eyes briefly and relaxed all her muscles anyway, committing herself to the experience. Her own warmth splashed against her as she shamelessly flooded her diaper, making no effort to stop regardless of how wide-eyed Joe’s stare became. It would have been nice if the man could have closed his mouth before he started drooling, she reflected, but such were the limitations of what she had to work with. Joe was practically salivating as she spread her legs just slightly, and he listened to the soft hiss of her wetting as intently as a wild man -having never heard music- might listen to Beethoven. “Anyway -hick- what I’m trying to say is… Oh gosh, did I drink that much? What I’m trying to say is: I can live with all that. I can live with the fact that my dreams never came true. I can live with the fact that I’ll die alone in this world. -hick-” She leaned a little further back, a mischievous smile playing with her features. “You know what I do, in the end, regret about my life?” Joe gulped, his throat had gone too dry to speak. There was another hideous groan from the building and several panes of glass actually shattered. A cool breeze moved across them. Suzie ignored the violent sounds, while Joe failed to notice altogether. “What I do regret is… -hick-… that I didn’t have any fun! All the other college kids were out partying… me? I worked into the night and eventually drank myself to sleep after everyone else had crashed… alone. I never traveled – I have two years of unused vacation time, -hick- two years! All for a joke of a career that was never going anywhere under that… under Dick. But you know… you know what? I could… I could make peace with all that, if I could just say to life, before it snuffs me out, ‘the joke’s on you; I had a hell of a time!’ If I could just say that…” Her gaze inspected Joe from top to bottom, slowly, purposefully. “So you’re not much, but you’re what I’ve got. And this… -hick- this is the time I’ve got left. So before this building burns down, you and I… we’re going to have some of that reckless, stupid, fun I’ve been missing out on!” She lifted her legs, first one then the other, and looked down curiously, having thought she felt a leak, but then decided not. She shrugged before moving them further apart. She had finally finished peeing, and her day diaper was impossibly soaked, its cloth-like shell discolored with the moisture it contained, from almost the top in front to nearly the top in back. It would probably leak the next time she soiled herself, she reflected with no particular concern. Joe was trying to remember what speech was, and finally managed a croaking voice. “I, umm… I mean, you want to clean up first?” Suzie’s face was an indecipherable mask to the poor man. “Is that -hick- what you want? Because, I think what you want is to forget about that, go grab a beer or two, and then ravage me like an animal. What do you think?” She ran a finger slowly, gently, down his chest. “You -hick-… you got an animal hiding in there somewhere, Little Man? I’ve seen the way you look at me… Or anyone with breasts and a vagina, but let’s ignore that and -hick- keep this about us…” “Yeah, I mean, umm, I don’t… I don’t think the plumbing is working anyway, so… Wild animal, totally!” He tried to growl, but it came out more like a fumbling attempt at a kitten’s purr. She smiled. “That’s the -hick- spirit.” She turned herself to lay parallel to the table’s length, as if it were a bed, and waited for him, resting back on her elbows. She noted that his manhood seemed likely to burst right through the wet fabric of his underwear at any moment. His skin had grown slick with the sweat of desire, and he moved his lanky body to the table's end with a self-conscious hesitancy that she almost found adorable. Except that he clearly wasn’t getting the whole ‘like an animal’ concept. He shrugged awkwardly out of his shirt, but then stood there like an idiot. The poor man seemed to need some help. Not surprising, she decided, since he had probably never been with a woman in his life. She pointed at his underwear. “Lose ‘em.” He did so, then miraculously managed to figure out what to do next and climbed onto the table. (Then slipped and crashed to the floor with a loud thump, then climbed onto the table again.) He crawled forward until he was above her, then finally started gaining a bit of momentum. His eyes were dark pools of urgent need, and his hands actually shook as the poor terrified, excited man reached to her waist and pulled loose first one tab of her diaper, then another, then another. She kept her eyes locked onto his own the whole time, drinking in his longing. Pretending it was enough. Upon feeling the last tab on her diaper pulled away by his clumsy hands, she stroked his face invitingly, opening her lips just a space... The wet, heavy garment slid off the front of her, falling limply to the table between her legs. A cool breeze brushed across her. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of her freshly peed diaper. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his narrow body, felt his throbbing member brush against her tantalizingly, so close now. She prepared to take him inside her, and moved one hand down to assist (this was clearly a man who would need to be guided in for a landing). Joe’s heart was beating so fast, he felt certain it would explode. His gaze combed across her, taking in everything like a dying man in the desert seeing water. He watched her diaper fall open with wide-eyed wonder, taking in the forbidden, mysterious land of her womanhood. (And her alluring, wet, poopy diaper.) No detail of her curves, not an inch of her smooth, soft body, was left unexplored by the naked passion behind his eyes. He paid special attention to the firmness of her breasts, as they hid beneath, and pushed against, the remains of her dress. When her warm hand guided his mouth towards her own, and her legs wrapped around him, her intense heat merged with his own and he felt ready to explode. “Since we’re about to die and all,” she said abruptly, her voice hardly more than a whisper. “I’m sorry about making fun of you earlier.” He might have replied, were he capable of making words. Her soft hand gently gripped his organ, guiding it slowly towards her… And then he squirted out his seed, half of it going into her diaper, half of it onto her groin. He gasped; his whole body convulsed as he pushed out more and more of his spray. And after that explosion of ecstasy, so cruelly brief, he was done. She pulled her hand away and examined where his cloudy load had grazed it. Her body went limp but still burned with a now unquenchable thirst, the heat in her chest matching the fire between her legs. She could only sigh. It would be the heaviest exhale anyone had heard from her yet, filled with the unspeakable dissatisfaction of one who had just realized that their whole life had been a con. “Unbelievable,” she said, her breath still fast and heavy but slowing. “Life hates me. That’s what this is.” “Miss Applegate, are you in here – oh dear! Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear…” Joe’s head whipped around, and he promptly fell off the table yet again as he let out an unmanly scream. Dick’s voice came next. “What is it, Liza? Is someone in danger here? I…” Suzie had pulled her diaper closed again by the time Dick entered the scene, and was busy retaping it even as his voice drifted into dumbfounded oblivion. She got part way up, resting her feet on the bench and once more using the tabletop as a chair. There was nothing provocative about her posture this time. Her body drooped forward, her chin resting in the palm of her right hand, elbow on her knee, while her face was painted with a loud, determined frown. Her voice was still slurred. “The one time I want a man to be a complete animal…” She casually lifted Joe’s sopping underwear over her shoulder by her pointer finger. It vanished a moment later, as the man hastily attempted to cover himself while staying out of view behind her. “Miss Applegate, is everything alright? You sound like you hit your head again - ohhh…” “Yeah, so what? So I had a couple beers. You two idiots want to die sober? That’s your -hick- questionable decision.” She slipped off the table and shuffled over to the fridge, pulling out another beer and popping it open in one smooth motion. “Oh dear, but how did she get drunk so fast?” Joe and Dick both shrugged. “Oh, hey, IT Guy?” Suzie said, walking around the table to stand before him. “Umm, yeah?” She tore his shirt off with a brief but loud rrriiippp, and walked away. “I need this. The toilet paper in this building is always that cheap garbage.” The others backed away from her as she walked out of the room without another word. “Did anyone find an intact fire escape, working stairwell, or means to call for help?” Dick surveyed. No one had. “I don’t… actually think that, umm, the building is stable, by the way.” Joe said, gesturing to the walls around them. As if on cue, there was another sinister groan. “Oh dear. Well, perhaps we could go back into the shaft and try another floor?” “Without being able to get onto or past the second floor, I’m concerned it won’t help. We might find other survivors, but what we need is a way to get them out of the building. Otherwise we’re no help to them.” “Well, Sir, that might not be completely true. There might be fires on other floors. They might not know the shaft is there. They might be trapped and suffocating. Or perhaps they're perfectly fine, and have an idea we haven’t thought of?” Suzie walked back in as they were continuing to discuss the matter, but ignored the discussion. Instead, she walked up to Dick with a disapproving frown. Although the man no longer wore his shirt, his sense of duty concerning dress codes had obligated him to continue wearing his tie. It was important, he understood, to set a good example in even the most trying of circumstances. Suzie only cared that it made a convenient leash, and she grabbed it. “It’s a -hick- sad state of affairs, Mister, but you’re up.” Then she towed a bewildered Dick out of the room. “You’d better have one heck of a wild animal pent up beneath all that stuffiness,” they heard her saying from the hallway. “Oh dear, what is going on?” Liza asked. “I believe inhaling all that smoke may have affected Miss Applegate more than we realized!” Joe let loose a loud burp from the minibar. It was his turn to have an open bottle in his hand. “She’s right,” he said miserably. “We’re all going to die.” “Oh dear, not you too!” Liza complained, running over to Joe and pulling the bottle out of his hand. “I’m going to die a virgin now, Liza. I was like… this close… but then she was like ‘No! It’s too big, it won’t fit!’ and I was like ‘Whatever, you’re not the first woman who couldn’t handle me!’” Liza pursed her lips. “Are you sure she said that, Mr. Hill? Because that doesn’t really sound like-” “Umm, yeah! Are you calling me a liar?” She arched her brows in concern, guiding him gently to sit on the nearest bench, but said nothing. “Please don’t give up hope, Mr. Hill. I’m a virgin too, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. But if you’re really that concerned about it, why don’t you help us find a way out? I believe in you.” “So we’re like the only four people in the world who never had sex? Wow, that’s kind of improbable -Wait! You… you do?” “The only three people, I believe,” Liza added with a slight blush, “as Mr. Hyman is actually married. But yes, I really do!” “‘Mr. Hyman?’ Dick?” “Yes. Mr. Dick Ignus Norman Hyman. For ten years, I believe. Is something wrong?” “Dick I.N. Hyman? Wow, umm, that’s unique. Married huh? I wonder if Suzie knows that.” There came a distant, muffled shout from the hallway, its source obscure. “You’re what? Are you kidding me?!” “Oh dear… Yes I think she may have figured it out, but Mr. Hill, please focus!” He nodded obligingly, but only his head moved. His eyes were locked onto Liza’s chest, where her breasts peaked out the top of her exposed bra. “That’s not what I meant, Mr. Hill. Oh dear, why is everyone having such a hard time focusing today? Shouldn’t we be trying to find a way out of this building?” “Well, umm, I don’t mean this in like a… bad way, but you’re kind of… distracting. How, umm, how is it that you’re not married?” Liza blushed. “Me? Oh dear, when would I have time? So much work! And of course, as I’m sure you can see Mr Hill, I’m rather… plain. Dating can be hard for a woman like me-” Joe interrupted her with a wild fit of coughing, mistakenly trying to breathe and swallow at the same time. “You…” cough, cough “…think that you’re, umm, ‘plain’?” Liza’s cheeks turned almost scarlet red. “You… don’t think so?” Joe swallowed, then cleared his throat. “I mean, umm, sure… But, you know, umm, some of us guys actually find plain girls to be, you know… desirable… So, umm, you shouldn’t give up hope.” “Really, Mr. Hill? That’s quite nice of you to say. I’m certain I don’t know anyone like that.” He cleared his throat again, straightening his posture. “Well, actually, I umm – aaaggghhh!” Suzie had already stormed through the door and across the room by the time he noticed her, which was the same moment she violently yanked him to his feet, her hands gripping his shoulders like two vices. “Okay, Mr. IT Guy, this is how it is. I’m apparently going to be sober, and most likely dead, before I ever get laid around here, thanks to getting trapped with the two most obnoxious men in the freaking country! So you are going to think up a way out of this before that happens, get it?” “Me? But… why me?” “I don’t know!” She let go of him in order to wave her arms around vaguely. “You’re the one who thought up the whole… duct thing… and I guess that means you technically saved us so… Come on! Think up something else already!” “Miss Applegate, I believe I see-” Liza waved a hand in front of her nose. “Oh dear, we really need to get you into a fresh diaper again, but I was going to say: look!” She pointed out the windows to where, in the far distance, a helicopter seemed to be patrolling the skies. Everyone froze, including Dick, who had followed some distance behind Suzie. He was strangely silent, and absently straightened his tie as he walked. “The roof,” Joe said quietly. “Liza,” Suzie inquired urgently, “you said you found the stairwell, but it was collapsed just beneath us?” Seeing a nod, she continued “What about above us? Can we go up?” “Oh dear… I don’t know… What is left looked very unstable, but the steps upward did seem partially intact.” “Good enough for me.” Suzie charged away, and the others exchanged glances before following her in silence. Joe paused to take one last look at the sunlight streaming through the windows behind them, while the building groaned once more. Another window cracked loudly, then shattered. He thought he could feel the floor shifting beneath him, and it made him somewhat nauseous. The sensation perturbed him deeply, of course, but Joe being Joe, it was soon forgotten as his gaze locked onto Liza’s panties (she was walking just in front of him). He noted, with a flare of desire, that they had not yet been given the chance to dry since the last time she peed in them. But his mind soon drifted away, recalling the memory of Suzie laying beneath him, looking up at him with large, dark pupils filling her beautiful eyes, wrapping her legs around him as she lay in her open, messy diaper. He had never wanted a woman so badly. What a pity, then, that he happened to be in the middle of a sadistic, twisted, trapped-in-an-elevator disaster story such as this. Or is it? Only the next loony chapter can tell, but rest assured that fate, for better or worse, is not done with them yet.

Chapter 60: NPC ‘LANGUAGE SOFIA!!!’ CAIREEN scolded. ‘But I agree, we do need to spank her on this!’ I knew that Streaked could use magic and that she had some level of speedster ability, but I had no idea on her skills beyond those. I put up my shield before I stepped out and began moving through the fake city unhindered for a long while. I sensed something was wrong only a heartbeat in advance, but I dodged the sudden spell that flew past me! Immediately after that, I found myself suddenly flat on my face, pushed over by Streaked, who flew past me! I rolled and picked myself up, seeing her this time as she came in for another run at me. When she was ten feet away, I flung up a massive wall of rock I pulled from below and heard an incredible ‘thud’ sound. I giggled, thinking of an old Wile E. Coyote cartoon! “What the hell?” I heard her say woozily from the other side. I peered around it and saw her picking herself up. She attempted to release another spell at me then that deflected harmlessly on my shield. I smiled at her, “I can’t wait to see the replay on that one,” I taunted her. She moved quickly towards me, but I could tell she was still unsteady. My limited time sparring with other speeders made me more prepared to fight her. I used her inertia against her by tripping and pushing her forward with a grapple. She landed in a heap on the ground and stopped moving. I thought about checking if she was okay, but a clock display at the edge of the Cube showed I only had five more minutes to cover some serious distance. I didn’t want to leave her unattended, so I quickly built a box of walls around her to keep her contained. I turned and began running as quickly as my short little legs could go, cursing them as I still had to dodge other obstacles and booby traps in the building. At one point, if I didn’t have my shield up, I would have been fried with some sort of death ray! As it was, I had to redo my shield spell because it blew it apart and still left me with a little sunburned spot on my leg. I took a bit more care as I ascended the remaining steps up the building, and I felt my tiny legs burning when I finally emerged at the top of the roof. Across from me was the flag that I began running towards, and I saw just ninety seconds left on the clock. I was just about to grab it when I heard loud footsteps coming behind me. I ducked and felt myself get kicked in the side as Streaked tumbled out of control over me. I looked up and was worried she would grab the flag before I realized she had bigger worries! She tripped right off of the roof! She shrieked out, “Oh shit!!!!! No!!!!!!!!!!” I ran to the edge and hopped on top of the lip. I quickly used a spell to slow Streaked’s descent and keep her from splattering on the ground many stories below. As soon as I saw she was okay, I grabbed the flag with just two seconds left on the clock. ‘Winner: Emerald Baby!’ Flashed across the screen as the lighting changed. I could suddenly see the crowd of students standing up and cheering. I smiled and sat down on my butt for a few minutes, exhausted from the short burst of action I’d had! Eventually, I had to get up, though and forced myself to hop down the stairs. I was grateful it was easier than running up them! Finally, I reached the bottom and began making my way out when Streaked suddenly stood before me. “You little bitch, you haven’t heard the last of this!” She went to turn around and leave. So I called out to her, “You know, you’d think when I was nice enough to save you from breaking bones and finding hitting the ground sucks… you’d at least reciprocate a little good sportsmanship.” “That’s bullshit! You cheated!” Streaked claimed. “How?” “I don’t know, but when I find out, I will have you kicked out of here!” I laughed, “Okay, you do that.” I watched her walk off to the entrance she entered while I walked to mine. I was the last Freshman to go, so most of my friends were waiting for me. “That was awesome, Sofia!” Beth told me. “Thanks,” I told her. Hannah picked me up and sniffed, “Guess you need a change?” I shrugged, “I didn’t even know, honestly…?” “And this is why I’m staying in charge of your diapers!” She said, tickling me. There was a locker room nearby that she carried me through to change me, and then I had to report to ‘debrief’ about the final. Hannah waited outside the door while I went in to find out what I’d done wrong. When I knocked and entered, the judging panel was sitting at the table, “Welcome, Emerald!” Captain Tilling said, “Nice to be meeting under better circumstances.” I smiled, “Yes, sir, it is.” I said ‘hi’ to Mrs. Hensley and Retired General Giddings, who made up the rest of the panel. “Let’s talk about the match…” he talked through my opening moves of the fight with Streaked. “Why did you leave uncovered the top of the box you put her in?” I shrugged, “I didn’t think the point was to kill? “Couldn’t you just form a top and leave enough air inside?” “I guess I probably could? I haven’t tried it. The only other time I did that was to encase an enemy completely in stone to his neck, and then I blew off his head?” “Excuse me?” Giddings said, “You did that in combat?” I groaned, “My avatar has another world that I go to when I sleep… We just finished fighting a war a bit over a week ago.” “That’s why you were in the hospital, correct?” Mrs. Hensley asked. I nervously nodded. “Okay, going back to that, because you didn’t seal off the top, Streaked was able to use a spell to blow herself out of there with air,” a video of it played then. “Oops…” I said. “That should have been the end, in all honesty. Streaked should have grabbed the flag and ended the match. Instead, when she decided to attack you again, she ended any chances she had. I have to say that it was good thinking to trip her. Why did you save her, though? We wouldn’t have let her suffer major injuries?” “You wouldn’t?” I asked with my eyes wide open. “I’ve seen some others limping out with serious wounds?” Mrs. Hensley shrugged, “They’re usually as good as new within a couple hours.” “Oh…” Mrs. Hensley smirked, “I appreciate you saving us some work!” I ended up with a ninety percent for my grade since I’d let her slip the initial cage and because I had taken so long to get the flag. Hannah enjoyed rubbing her higher ninety-six percent grade in my face a while later! The most important part was that Trident House was neck and neck with Aegis House for the lead going into the team battles! THE NEXT EVENING after dinner, we had our team match. Tuesday had been the sophomore testing, and apparently, for betting purposes, someone had decided evening team matches would be better for the bookies! There were more teams in the junior and senior classes and only a few in the freshmen class. The majority of our team was made up of freshmen, so we had another freshmen team that we were put up against. The large screen over the Cube read, ‘Iron Blazers vs. The Babysitter’s Club.’ Someone had submitted a logo of their five silhouettes standing over the very obviously cartoon-diapered me. I was holding a rattle in one hand and a bottle in the other. “Really, Esmie?” I complained. She just giggled, “I think it’s cute! Just like You!” I would have stuck my tongue out at her, but my pacifier served as the required mask. After the match, the night before, I got help from Caireen to add a spell to the pacifier to help me breathe easier. I had been way too tired running up the stairs of the building! So I figured some concentrated air pushing through the pacifier might help. I had thought about pure oxygen for about two seconds, but in the Cube, the last thing I wanted was an explosion inside my mouth! For the team battles they did allow us to see stats on a screen inside our staging room. They ran the images of each of our team members first, along with our code names, powers, strengths, and weaknesses. I groaned when ‘messy diapers’ was listed among my weaknesses! ‘Jackasses…’ I thought to myself. When the other team flashed across, I kept an eye out for any helpful intel. The Iron Blazers were made up of six members like us too. First, there was a girl codenamed White Falcon, who the screen showed was a flyer. Next was a burly guy that reminded me of a smaller, normal-skinned Hulk named Paved. His stats mentioned being able to lift twelve tons. They showed the information next for Choco Chips, the gadgeteer that Hannah had decimated in her one-on-one match. I groaned as I saw the following picture was of Ewe, the brick I had kicked in the nuts the first day at the school! I was intrigued as I looked at the next member; I didn’t remember seeing him before. Monotone looked like a black-and-white photocopy of a person, and I assumed it was a mild form of dysmorphia. He actually kind of looked like a Roswell Alien in the face a little too. Apparently, he had a telekinetic power. Their final member made me groan; Streaked’s information showed up with her picture. Camille, Beth, Lizi, Esmie, Hannah, and I were all nervously looking forward to this match. When we saw the match-up that morning, we had broken away for a few minutes to discuss tactics to deal with that team. We each had our personal communication devices in our ears, and I thought back to the mission briefing we’d been given. “This is going to be an old-fashioned capture-the-flag exercise,” we were told. “Defend your flag while also managing to take your opponent’s flag. The match will go on for up to forty-five minutes, or whenever one team can clear the opposition’s flag from where it is hidden.” “We can’t just touch it?” Lizi had asked. “Not for this one. We want you to show you are in control of the flag before you are awarded the win. The flag must travel a minimum of one hundred yards over a flat surface; or down the steps and outside of a tall building.” “Other rules?” “You can hide your flag where you want, but it must be visible from the ground outside. Civilian casualties will count against you as well.” We had been given just a few minutes then to set a plan in motion, but luckily this was an exercise we’d already planned for. The upperclassmen had described it as a pretty standard one for new teams. At the last minute, I added an idea to the plan that everyone else loved. I just hoped it would work! After we entered the Cube to a loud buzzer sound, we had just five minutes to hide our flag. We had decided to leave Beth and Lizi behind to defend the flag. Before Camille and I left, we placed about ten wards apiece around the area. If someone managed to get within twenty feet of the flag, they probably wouldn’t be touching it or leaving! Lizi had her own magical abilities that she would use to defend. At the same time, Beth set up a crazy sniper rifle device in a nearby building. It let her control the route to the flag and perform last-minute defense of the flag. The match began for real at the sound of the next buzzer, and we set off on our plan of attack. Camille and Hannah advanced together while Esmie took to the air to keep a lookout. Esmie was also the most likely to engage White Falcon. I activated a few spells and began meandering through the city towards an area I had just spotted Falcon taking off from. Computer-generated NPCs were walking around that appeared to be as real looking as I was, and I hoped to blend as the others took the attention of the Blazers. I was halfway to the likely location when I saw Esmie and Falcon start getting into it up in the sky. Esmie had several devices courtesy of Beth that she was firing at Falcon. Falcon managed to get behind her and threw her out of the air for a moment. Then, just when I thought Esmie would crash, she went rocketing back into the air. She tagged Falcon with some device that immediately encased her in a bubble. Falcon immediately plummeted to the ground like a rock. I kept moving through the city as casually as I could. Mildly amused that they’d even included a bunch of fake copies of businesses that were just a little different. Victor’s Secret seemed to feature male underwear models, Cold Topic looked to feature lame nerdy clothes, and other parodies followed… “I’ve got Paved in sight!” I heard Camille say. “Careful,” Hannah told her, “He’s strong. Might be better for me to take him on?” “Let me have the first crack. Then, if I go down, you’ll have to take Paved out, and I’ll come back in and help out.” I heard the sounds of fighting a couple blocks away, then just as Monotone appeared in the distance. He looked around the sidewalks carefully, taking note of the NPC characters but not doing anything to them. I kept moving until he passed me and decided to stick with our plan and let the others engage him. When he was out of hearing range, I said, “Monotone is going south on…” giving street names to my teammates. “Roger, I’m going hunting,” Hannah said a moment later. A moment later, Streaked ran by at about eighty miles an hour, and I spotted their flag hanging over the edge of the building above me. Apparently, Streaked was making a roving patrol around and around the building to keep us away. She looked right at me but kept moving as I crossed the streak with a few other NPCs and entered the building. Being between doors in an airlock area of the entryway, I quietly communicated, “Found flag, it’s...” I gave directions. “Currently inside the building and heading up. I had just passed into the stairwell when I spotted Choco Chips looking around from the top. I hid for a moment and noticed that she was coming down. ‘Shit…’ I thought to myself. I quietly let myself back onto the office area of the level I was on. Inside were a bunch of NPCs working in cubicles. I spotted an empty one and sat down just as Choco Chips and Streaked suddenly appeared! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! Please press the ‘Like’ Button if you’ve enjoyed it! We’re nearing the end of the tale only two more chapters and the epilogue to go! 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Hello everyone! I joined last year and have been browsing but this is my first post. I'm in a Domestic Discipline marriage. I am Taken in Hand (not the one in control) and my husband is the Head of Household (in control). We have been considering introducing a different form of DD into our marriage. DIAPER DISCIPLINE Seems Diaper Discipline will compliment our Domestic Discipline quite well. But diapers and DIAPER DISCIPLINE is a whole new world for us and no final decisions on incorporating diaper discipline have been made, so I'm the Advice Seeker right now. I feel this is the perfect place to get advice/ask questions

I've got about a dozen snap-T or "diaper shirt" onesies, most of them in black, a couple in grey, and a couple in white. I keep them in my dresser beside my bed, one drawer above my diapers. They are what I typically wear as an undershirt if I'm leaving the house for work or to socialize, basically any situation where I don't want there to be any chance that my diaper might show up above the waist of my pants or shorts. I also have one pair of onesie pajamas, also grey, that my wife bought for me; ironically, they have a hatch at the back that you can unsnap to use the washroom, in theory, although that just sounds like it has too much potential to go awry. I wear them over diapers anyway so the hatch has only been used a couple of times because my wife thought it was funny to pull it open as I was walking past. I sometimes wear them in the winter if we're lounging around, although I generally sleep in just a diaper and a t-shirt - I find I get too hot if I have pajamas of any description on.

1 long sleeve, 1 short sleeve, 1 skirted romper with the built in snap crotch. 2 blanket sleepers and 3 little girls nighties. They are all accessible in my drawers in season. Hugs, Freta

Hello all I hope all you moms have a wonderful Mother’s Day ☺️ and all you babies wish your mom a happy day!!!

Cute!

Well, it's been a crazy few days around here. My stepdad had some kind of cardiac event; the thought was that it could have been a heart attack, but that appears not to be the case now. BUT, apparently, test results suggest that he may have had a "mild" heart attack a while back, and seemingly brushed it off. I can entirely envision how that might happen - I might not be related to him by blood, but I have similar tendencies to avoid seeking medical attention, with a general reliance on the adage that if you ignore something intently enough, it will go away. This has resulted in my temporarily moving into my parents' place, in order to help my mom out, and, to be proximal to the hospital. My sister is now also here and plans to stay intermittently as well. My younger brother, wisely, lives on the other side of the continent. SO, here I am, living at my parents' place with my sister again (kind of), and wearing diapers. It's a bit of a head-trip, really. At 11 PM last night, I was sitting on the couch across from my sister, watching TV, with a diaper on under my pajamas, just like the year was 1986. I assume that, this time, she does not know about the diaper, whereas in 1986, she did. I once again had a chance to briefly (pun there) interact with the latest in wearable hospital cost-saving technology, because I believe the had my stepdad in a diaper at one point - there were a couple of them sitting on a side-table in his room. Awful, cream-coloured things about the weight of a 1/4 inch stack of fast food napkins, and capable of absorbing about the same amount of fluid. Part of me wanted to know nothing about it, but part of me wanted to say, "Hey, man, it's not that bad - just relax and get better." But in THOSE things, it probably is "that bad." And in any case, I will not be having THAT conversation with my stepdad, the guy who found my diaper stash when I was 13 and yelled at me about it in front of my family. Sensitivity is not his strong suit. A hospital's typically casual approach to preserving people's dignity was on display in the form of those diapers on that side-table in the room; I saw the same thing when my mom was ill last year, and, when I was walking into my stepdad's semi-private room, the guy in the other bed had a new diaper sitting on a chair as well. His was blue for some reason. Being a "diaper person", maybe I'd adapt to that and revel in being able to "legitimately" wear them, but, thinking about my perspective from back when I was not a "diaper person", I used to be absolutely mortified if my mom put a new diaper on, say, the bathroom counter, and I stumbled upon it later, and then became terrified about who might have seen it. Or, when I opened the kitchen garbage at my aunt's cottage as a kid, to throw out the the remains of my lunch, only to see the diaper I'd been in earlier balled up and completely uncovered in there, as my cousins milled about. Stuff like that. So, much as it might not bother me (or it might), I think maybe they should have a protocol where, for patients that are mentally intact anyway, dignity-compromising products are maybe kept in one of the cabinets by the bedside, which never seem to be used for anything, because almost nobody unpacks and hangs up their clothes in a hospital room, just in case doing so could be seen as signaling the Universe that you're in agreement with the trajectory that brought you into the room in the first place. Best to operate out of a duffle bag, and the smaller, the better. Leaving plenty of room for diapers or enema kits or whatever to be tastefully hidden from plain sight when visitors come with flowers and magazines.

Hi and welcome to DD. I think you might find lots of good information here. Browsing the many forums can be helpful. And if you have questions, just ask. There lots of likeminded people here. Diaper Discipline can be great, and exciting. Hope to be seeing you around. Relax, have fun, and enjoy!

It's Anna's third day in the nursery and things are not getting easier. At least she has Jane who is ready to show just what a good friend she is. --- If you enjoy this story you can see the next part RIGHT NOW on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/posts/sallas-part-82964406 My writing is my sole income so I appreciate each and every person who can help me pay the bills and fill the refrigerator. For $5 a month you can see everything I post one full week before the rest of the world. For $10 you can see the updates early AND you get access to 46 stories that are EXCLUSIVE for patrons. I post two updates of 2,000+ words a week. For more information on additional patron tiers and rewards (such as discounts on commissions or free stories) please check out my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Thank you everyone who supports me or who visits my page to check it out ❤️ --- It was the third day at the nursery and although Anna now had Jane with her she was still having a very difficult time. It was the early afternoon and all the women had just been woken up from their naps. Anna hadn’t been able to sleep though, she had started to experience a problem that hadn’t yet happened at the nursery. “I’m so stupid.” Anna moaned as she went over to Jane. “What’s wrong?” Jane asked with concern. “I forgot to go this morning.” Anna rested her head against the wall and then banged it with her fist, “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” “Go? Go where?” Jane asked. Anna winced as she cramped up. “Oh.” Jane realised Anna’s problem. “Yesterday I did it in the morning and got changed before coming here.” Anna said, “I was going to do it again this morning but I forgot, we were in a rush.” “Well… why don’t you just do it?” Jane asked, “It’s not THAT bad and someone will be over to change you sooner or later.” “I don’t want them to…” Anna winced, “Change me.” It was a pointless protest and expecting to get through the week without getting changed at all seemed very unlikely. As she looked out across the room she could see the other women. Rebecca and Macy were nearby on the floor whilst Charlie was over by the wall. She looked even surlier than usual. “Charlotte…” Ronnie said in a sing-song voice, “What’s that I smell?” “Back off.” Charlie replied. As Ronnie approached Charlie backed away until they couldn’t anymore. Anna hadn’t smelled anything herself but Ronnie could only be hinting at one thing, it was exactly what Anna was currently struggling with. “You need a change.” Ronnie growled, “Come on.” “Piss off!” Charlie shot back. As Charlie kept backing away they missed that Ed, the other helper, was circling around from the blind side. There was no chance to react as the mostly silent assistant sprang the trap and wrapped his arms around Charlie’s waist. Charlie screamed and kicked out their feet but once Ronnie reached joined in and grabbed their feet Charlie’s ability to fightback was greatly lowered, which isn’t to say they stopped trying. Anna found herself wondering why Charlie bothered to resist. They were all stuck there. They would be changed sooner or later and the alternative was staying in a messy diaper even longer. Now Charlie was being strapped down to the changing table and no doubt there would be a punishment afterwards. With a start Anna realised she and Charlie weren’t so different. She was needlessly suffering trying to delay the inevitable. It didn’t make it any easier to let go. “It looks like you aren’t the only one who needs to go.” Jane said. “Huh?” Anna turned away from Charlie to see Jane nodding her head towards the centre of the room. Rebecca, completely regressed and babbling to herself, had suddenly stopped playing. She pushed herself up from her hands and knees into a squatting position and almost immediately the rear of her diaper started to bulge out. Even from this distance Anna could just about hear her grunting. No sooner had she finished than she burst into loud tears. With Charlie strapped down one of the nursery assistants, Ed, walked over and took Rebecca’s hand. She was wordlessly led waddling to the changing tables. “Ugh… You’d never catch me doing that!” Macy’s voice made Anna jump. She was stood just a couple of feet away. She was shaking her head at Rebecca. “Um, Macy?” Jane said slowly. “What?” Macy replied. Anna knew what Jane was talking about. The young woman claiming she would never fill her pants like Rebecca was already in a clearly soiled diaper. Anna could immediately smell the difference when she came close and when she looked down she could see the clearly dark coloring showing the padding was well used. Anna watched as Macy looked down. She froze up and then reached around with a hand, as soon as she felt the spongy padding she pulled her hand away. Her bottom lip trembled. “I… I didn’t know…” Was all Macy could say. Before Anna could say anything or react at all Macy broke into loud childish cries. Anna backed away from the stinky woman whilst holding her own tummy. It wasn’t long before Mr. Kenny himself came over. “What’s the matter? Do you need a change?” Mr. Kenny asked Macy as he came over. Macy nodded her head as she sobbed. Anna noticed the person in charge of the nursery look her way as he took Macy’s hand and led her away. Just like that everyone except Anna and Jane were involved in messy diaper changes. It felt like they were in an actual nursery for toddlers with how quickly it had all happened. Anna was hit with another cramp and she bent over until it passed. “It’s really pointless trying to hold it.” Jane said with concern, “You know you’re going to be here for hours yet…” “I can try.” Anna said through gritted teeth. “Do you remember what happened when I first visited you?” Jane asked. It seemed a sudden change of subject, “When I was really worried and you made me feel better. You helped me out, you did something you didn’t want to do just to make me feel better. Do you remember?” Anna remembered that first visit. When Jane had messed her diaper and been so terribly upset and afraid. Anna had done the only thing she could think of to make her friend feel better she had taken a deep breath, squatted down and… “Oh no.” Anna shook her head, “No, no, no… You don’t have to…” “It’s going to happen sooner or later anyway.” Jane said as she pushed her feet further apart. Her cheeks were already going red, “If I can’t help you, I can at least keep you company.” Anna was still trying to stop Jane as the young woman bent her knees and closed her eyes. She could tell it was happening only from the way Jane moved her butt back a little more and let out her breath through her nose as she pushed. After around half a minute Jane stood up again although she looked rather embarrassed. “See? It’s not that bad.” Jane said with a pained smile. Anna felt embarrassed. Not because she knew what was coming but because she now felt like she was making a mountain out of a molehill. Thanks to her pride she was losing sight of the bigger picture. Here she was almost crying about having to poop her diaper, something she had been no stranger to until recent times, meanwhile Jane was going to be sent away and subjected to god knows what and yet was still trying to help her. Anna felt ashamed, her problem was miniscule next to her unfortunate friend. Anna wouldn’t have been able to keep the fight up much longer anyway. Almost as soon as Anna even thought about giving up her body took over. Before she could even spread her legs she could feel poop almost exploding into the diaper as if every second of holding it had built the pressure up. She swallowed hard as she felt the rush of soft fecal matter fill up the back of disposable and cause it to bulge out. She shuddered as it stopped only to feel her bladder release into the front. “It’s OK.” Jane said as she rubbed Anna’s back. Physically Anna felt fine if not a little grossed out by the warm slush that filled her pants. Emotionally she felt defeated. Her head slumped forwards, she had done the thing she had been determined to avoid at all costs. “We should go over to them.” Jane suggested, “We can get changed right away.” Anna would’ve preferred hiding somewhere and not coming out until Ryan came to pick her up but that was clearly not an option. Jane took her hand and led her across to the changing tables. It was strange how the tables had turned. Anna had always felt protective of Jane but now it was her friend that was looking after her. With a sigh of resigned acceptance Anna followed Jane towards the changing tables. She was forced to waddle from the load in her pants and couldn’t take her eyes off the floor. Once at the tables Anna forced herself to glance up just to see the diaper changes for two of the others being finished. She reached around to behind and winced as she felt what she had done. She would not be telling Ryan about this. “Another two?” Ronnie said with exasperation as he saw Jane and Anna standing nearby, “We need more help… Or a pay rise.” Anna was having to stop herself reacting. It was Charlie whose diaper change ended first and as soon as the restraints on the table were undone the pouting person sat up and scooted off the side. They looked like they were ready to fight anyone that got in their way. Anna took a step to the side, she had rarely been one to shirk confrontation but there was a time and a place. Charlie looked like she was just begging for someone to step up to them. “Don’t forget your spanking later.” Ronnie called after Charlie. To which Charlie stuck their middle-finger up at him over their shoulder, “Alright, that’s another ten!” Anna was still looking over towards Charlie when a hand suddenly clasped around her arm. She was yanked and as she stumbled off-balance she ended up falling down. With the grip on her arm maintained the rest of her went down until she was sat on the ground. On impact with the floor Anna felt the poop she had so recently pushed out get sandwiched between the floor and her body. She froze up and cringed as she felt the mud bubbling around her. She wasn’t given any time to dwell on the disgusting feelings though as she was lifted back to her feet and then put on to the table. “About time you were on this table.” Ronnie said, “It’s not good for little cuties like yourself to hold it all in.” Anna was repulsed by the way the nursery assistant talked to her as if she was a child. She had to resist retorting verbally or physically, she could see the restraints that had so recently held Charlie down, Ronnie would have no compunction in tying her down she was sure. “Ooh, what a stinky baby.” Ronnie said as he opened the disposable. Anna’s face was red and she was having to bite her tongue so hard she was almost drawing blood. Jane had been led away by Ed and was presumably being changed as well, Anna couldn’t see because they were behind her. She wished she could see Jane if for no other reason than to have something to distract herself. All Anna could do was look up at the ceiling and pray that this was over sooner rather than later. She tried to ignore the demeaning comments from the person changing her diaper but it was very difficult to do so. “We’ll have you clean and dry soon.” “What a good girl!” “Lift that bot-bot for me. That’s it.” Each comment that left Ronnie’s mouth stung Anna like a bee. She closed eyes that were shimmering with embarrassed tears. She didn’t think she’d be able to stop from exploding with emotion, whether that was anger or sadness she wasn’t sure. Just before she reached her limit she felt the used diaper being pulled out from beneath her. A minute later a new diaper was being tightly wrapped around Anna’s waist before being taped closed. When she was finally allowed off the table it wasn’t a moment too soon. She was just about to hurry away when she felt a couple of little pats to her rear end. “There you go.” Ronnie said in that sickeningly sweet voice, “Back to playing with your toys.” It was enough to send Anna over the edge. She spun around and was just about to vent her spleen at the nursery assistant when Jane hurried over. Before Anna could say anything that would’ve got her in trouble Jane was pulling on her arm. “Come on.” Jane said, “Let’s go play.” The red mist had descended but Jane’s words seemed to clear the anger. Anna took several deep breaths before turning back away from Ronnie. That emotion had to go somewhere though and as Jane led the way over to Anna’s favourite corner she couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face.

I have a short sleeve onsie for warm weather and a long sleeve one for cooler weather. I never wear anything over my onsie, it looks and feels best when my diapers are so openly displayed. I do have blanket sleepers for winter when it's cold. Hugs, Freta

I don't think that will work so well. Thier "fur" will get stuck all over the tapes.

Chapter 24: Stories and Truths I SAT CURIOUSLY as Aunt Bella took a drink of something from a sippy cup, smiled, and said, “Okay… This is kind of a long story.” I nodded, “Not like I have anywhere to be?” She smiled, “Okay… the story starts about four years after your mom left. Mommy needed somewhere else to keep me during the day, so she ended up taking me to the same daycare that Meggy went to, Little Roo’s.” I grimaced at the thought of having to go to daycare, and she noticed. With a laugh, “There are plenty of bad daycares, but Little Roo’s was really pretty good. Littles were less forcibly regressed there, especially since much as most of them chose to be adopted like Meggy. It made it kind of fun to go each day, even though it was weird to see the ‘cool kids’ be the ones who were willing to act the most babyish.” “That’s weird, Mom,” Ryan said. “Well, hopefully, you never end up adopted, Ryan, but trust me when I say there are some pretty great lengths that many go to keep their sanity.” “Weird,” Shelby agreed with her brother, “but I guess I can see it.” “So, daycare?” I asked, trying to move the story along. “Yeah, so I was at LittleRoo’s for a couple years when this new boy was brought in, Jackson. He was only four feet six inches tall, so while he towered over me, he was actually one of the shorter guys I’d met in a while. He had this beautiful blonde curly hair his mommy insisted on keeping just long enough to have curls in it.” She sighed, “I think she was going for that pre-first haircut look…?” She shrugged, “Anyway, he was gorgeous! As he came in, it just had to be when Miss Bea came by and pulled my dress up, pulled the back of my diaper, and said, ‘Aww, I found a poopy baby!’” She shuddered, “In ten seconds, I fell in love and was mooning the love of my life with a poopy butt!” Everyone at the table, including me, laughed at that. “A few minutes later, when Miss Bea was done changing me, I walked over to where he looked lost at a bookshelf.” “Hi, I’m Bella!” she told him. “Umm… I’m Jackson, I guess…?” “You guess?” “Well, my name used to be Mike?” Bella made a face, “Jackson is better,” she smiled. He looked embarrassed and awkward before saying, “Okay, you can call me Jackson.” “Just adopted?” Bella asked him. “Obvious, huh?” “Kind of…” “Does it ever get easier?” Bella made a face, “Well, I’m probably the wrong person to ask. I had some pretty horrible things that led me to being adopted, kidnapped, and other things before my sister found me again.” “Sounds like a story?” “One, I won’t tell… it was pretty dark,” she told him. Then, she grabbed a set of blocks from the shelf and said, “Here, build things with me.” He smiled, and they started building towers of blocks together that soon came crashing down with her friends that came racing by. “That’s sweet,” I said. “Even though it’s also horrible?” She shrugged, “Little Roo’s was really a pretty good place to be until Mommy brought home Tessa.” “Tessa is here?” I asked, surprised. Suddenly a holographic woman appeared, “Why yes, Connor, I am. I was waiting for a moment to come say ‘hi.’ I love your mom dearly!” “Umm… Hi,” I said nervously. “We’ll let you two talk more later, Tessa. Can you just ensure everything is nice and locked up tight around the property?” Amanda asked her. “Certainly, Doctor Westerfield,” she said and disappeared. “She always has a knack for interrupting stories,” Shelby complained. “She’s really cool, though,” I told them. “You’ll get tired of her pretty quickly,” Ryan assured me. “She can get a bit Nanny’ish at times.” I wondered what he meant but decided to prompt Aunt Bella, “So what happened next?” “Well, Jackson and I started hanging out together pretty much all the time at daycare. Soon, our mommies set up playdates in the evenings and on the weekends. So we were here one afternoon and left alone in the playroom. One thing led to another, and soon we started helping each other remove our diapers and did some things that led to Ryan here.” I smirked at the red face Ryan had then. “How does that even work with a Little having a baby? Are there rules against it at all?” Grandma shook her head, “No, it’s perfectly legal as long as the girl’s parents don’t press charges. To us, it had been long apparent that they were in love, but Jackson’s mommy didn’t understand that her baby boy wasn’t only a baby.” “How did she react when she found out Bella was pregnant?” “It wasn’t hard to hide because Jackson’s mommy pulled him from Little Roo’s before Bella even started showing.” “It was devastating; I didn’t know what happened to him,” Aunt Bella said. “About eight months after he disappeared, I had Ryan.” “How does something like that work legally? Are you his mom at that point? You’re still adopted, right?” “Right, and as far as the state is concerned, I’m still their babied Little,” she told me. “But, it’s kind of like a teen pregnancy; Bella’s name is on the birth certificate as the mother. In her case, though, as ‘grandparents,’ we technically were given custody of both of them at that point,” Grandpa said. “And raising him?” “Bella moved out of a crib and into your mom’s big girl bed. We put Ryan’s crib in her room, and she cared for him just like a normal mom. The only difference was when we went anywhere, they were both in diapers and both being taken care of. People thought he was just her realistic-looking baby doll for a while.” Amanda shook her head. “So, a single mother with grandparents helping out?” I surmised. “And Aunty and cousin!” she smiled. “Meg and Meggy were here so often after he was born that I wondered if they wouldn’t just move in!” “And Shelby?” “Well, Mommy and Daddy looked around for any information about Jackson and couldn’t find anything for a long time. Finally, about Ryan’s first birthday, they found a bulletin about an escaped Little.” She smirked, “Not often it happens, but it seemed like Jackson made a clean getaway! I was happy for him!” Her face turned grave though, “Unfortunately, he ran to the wrong state, and when he was captured in Jacinto. There they had no problems following the stupid Little Fugitive Act laws!” “Fugitive Act?” I asked. “Your mom once compared them to some slavery acts which were abolished in your dimension?” My stomach turned, “If they’re like that… are they still on the books?” “For now, we’re hoping this session with the Supreme Court will finally abolish them,” Fred said. “Beth’s dad is a big part of that hope.” I nodded, “So what happened when they brought him back?” My tiny aunt shuddered, “Well, he suddenly showed up one day at Little Roo’s, and Meggy told me about it that night. I insisted Mommy take me there the next day, and I was so happy to see him when he was carried through the door!” “Jackson!!!!!” I practically cried as I saw the only love of my life carried through the door. “Well, someone is happy to see you!” his mommy said. “Why don’t you enjoy your last day of big-boy thoughts with your old friend there.” Bella’s stomach turned at that, ‘Last day of big boy thoughts…?’ Jackson had been able to walk the last time she had seen him, but that day she saw him struggle to stand before giving up and crawling toward her. They embraced, “What happened?” Bella asked him. “I managed to go south, and I enjoyed a few years of living on my own,” he told her. “I never stopped thinking about you, though. I thought about trying to get you to come with me when I left, but my contact could only get me out… you seemed happy with your family too.” Bella blushed, “I knew you weren’t happy, so I don’t blame you. How are you back?” “Can we go to the tunnel?” He asked, motioning to a plastic play tunnel that the ‘kids’ knew was a private spot that daycare workers left alone. “Sure, you get a headstart; I’m going to get Meggy to run interference for us.” Bella ran over to Meggy, “I don’t like what his mommy said when she dropped him off,” Meggy told her. “I know… Can you keep Miss Bea and the other workers away for a while?” “What are you up to?” She asked with a smirk. “Really just wanting to talk..?” “Talk, huh?” Meggy joked with her. “Talking like caused Ryan?” “Best thing in my life,” Bella told her. “Mine too; he is precious! Okay, I’ll do what I can.” Meggy stopped for a moment and pulled something out of her overalls, “You might need this.” Bella blushed when she realized it was a barrette with a sharp edge hidden along one tiny edge. The intention of getting access to diapers was clear! “What happened?” She asked as she sat inside the plastic tunnel holding Jackson tightly. “I was free and clear, but for some reason, when I went to work one day, ten uniformed people came into our office building. It turns out they were LPS workers with a tip about fugitive Littles working there. Turns out I wasn’t the only one with a chip still in me, and before I knew it, I was diapered and strapped into an infant carrier that they didn’t let me out of for the entire time to come here.” “That’s horrible!” “It was; I mean, I guess at least they changed the diaper… but I only had formula for food, and they talked about modifying me before finally shipping me off back here to ‘mommy.’” “Why can’t you walk?” Bell asked. “Apparently, the first thing they do to you if you run… My mommy took me to a clinic as soon as she was there to pick me up, and they implanted something in my head. It’s not that my legs don’t work, but I have no equilibrium if I’m standing. At best, it’s like I’ve drank an entire bottle of rum…?” Bella squeezed him in a hug, feeling tears going down her face. “What did she mean your last day?” Jackson shuddered, “She’s taking me to get a regression treatment this afternoon… It’ll leave me the abilities of an infant.” Bella felt more tears fall as she hugged him. “I have something to tell you,” she said. “Huh?” “Not long after you left, I discovered I was pregnant.” “Really? I have a kid?” “A beautiful baby boy; he just turned four yesterday.” “I have a boy?” He was crying then, “I so want to meet him!” “I asked Mommy to bring him when she picks me up later. So, hopefully, you can.” They hugged and cuddled for a while before Bella asked, “Do you want to go out with a bang before you go?” “Huh?” Jackson asked. “Eew… I was conceived in a daycare play tunnel?!?” Shelby said. “This isn’t the first time you’ve heard this story, is it?” I asked her. “No, but Mom never put that part in there.” “More like you never understood that before,” her mom laughed. “What happened after that?” I asked. “Well, Miss Bea was perplexed about how we got out of our diapers. We both ended up in the corner for that, but a little while later, Mommy came with Ryan, and they were able to meet. Mommy even took a picture of the three of us together,” Bella smiled. “Then?” I asked gently. “Well, we ran into them in the mall a week later… Ryan was asleep in the stroller behind me, so thankfully, he didn’t see his daddy all bundled up in his mommy’s arms. We tried to talk to them for a moment, but it was clear there was nothing left of Jackson then.” Aunt Bella had tears rolling down her face, and I was wiping at my own. “A little over nine months later, Ryan had a baby sister,” Aunt Bella said. “That part of Jackson was at least allowed to go on,” she said with a smile. BETH AND LIVY had separated from the other two, and Beth was now on her way to Livy’s room upstairs with a bag with pajamas and Rings stuffed inside it. She’d also thrown a fluffy blanket inside and some of her junk food stash. Inside the room, Livy had set up a small blow-up loveseat. “I thought those weren’t allowed?” Beth asked. “It’s technically okay because it’s got a fabric cover. I checked with Penelope and have it in writing,” she assured her. “It was a Christmas present.” “Well, cool!” Beth said. She had a holo-screen setup on the opposite wall, and she was sure they would be coming to watch movies in her room at some point. So Beth sat on one end of the sofa, and Livy sat on the other. “So, what is up with you, Beth?” she asked after a while. “That comment about coming back here earlier?” Beth sighed, “I was hoping no one would notice that once I said it?” “So… what are you hiding, Beth?” She asked, “This secret seems to be eating at you?” “Ugh!!!” Beth said, “Promise me you won’t decide I’m some sort of freak you never want to talk to again?” “I promise, although if you’ve murdered someone, it might get a little uncomfortable?” she joked. Beth sighed, “Closer to I was the murdered one.” “Huh?” “Here, hand me my bag; I need Rings for this.” Livy read her body language well and locked the deadbolt while she was up. Handing Beth Rings, she also gave her a bottle of water she pulled from the mini-fridge. She sat down on the couch and watched as Beth opened her own and took a drink. “Okay, other than my parents and siblings, you are the only one I’ve ever talked to about this.” “Wow, this must be some deep dark secret?” “It is… Livy, I have two birthdays. Once is May 18th of the same year as you. The other was thirty years before that.” “No way!” She said, “How?!?” “Well, it really all goes back to my dad… He and I actually grew up as neighbors, attended the same high school, and came to Emerson together.” “But he’s like…” “Old?” Beth giggled, “Yes, I guess he is now. Anyway, I don’t remember any of that at this point. But, from what he told me back during the first week of school, I got poisoned and had an accident in the cafeteria without any protection.” “No…” she said. “Yeah, apparently, I was too stupid to at least wear a Pull-Up! But also, the rules were even stricter back then. I was one credit from demeriting out, so I offered myself up to student services.” “You were adopted?” She asked. “Wait, were you a Little?” Beth nodded, “One stupid inch… I was five foot eleven!” “That sucks…” She said, and moved closer to give her a hug, “So what happened? How did you get away from your adopted parents?” “I didn’t… well, it’s more than that. Apparently, my birth dad was a pretty big donor to the university, so he was able to pull some strings, and he adopted me. He had to divorce my mom since she was a Betweener, but he was able to bring me home.” “And you just went back to living like you did in high school?” She asked. Beth shook her head, “No, the court only let me go to him if I was altered.” She gasped, “No!” “Yeah, it was about as bad as it gets… The judge wanted to make sure my ‘maturosis’ was treated. So they took away my ability to control my potty training. I couldn’t walk, my teeth were pulled and replaced with one of those old gum implants, and I was limited to essentially the life of a six-month baby.” “That’s horrible!” Livy said, and Beth saw tears on her face to match hers. “It was,” Beth said simply. “But…?” She asked. “But my real dad played the game with the courts until they finally stopped monitoring us a couple years later. After that, he was able to start helping me get back the skills that had been lost then. Eventually, we moved to New Albany, and I was able to complete a community college degree and get my emancipation approved by the courts there.” “That’s awesome… but…” “Okay, so you know how my Dad… like current dad was the same age?” She nodded, “Well, we were in love… we were going to get married as he finished law school.” “You were going to get married to your dad?!?” “He wasn’t my dad then,” Beth said, “But I get it; I think if I actually remembered any of this myself, I would consider it worse… as it is, it nearly broke me when they told me the truth.” “So it sounds like things were going well then? What happened?” “Well, my mom and dad, birth ones, had gotten back together in New Albany, and we were living together. My mom was looking for work and came across a thing where you try products and get paid for it.” “Oh…” Livy said. “Yeah, we apparently were the guinea pigs for some regression cream. Mom and I were both completely lights out from then on. She passed away actually like that,” Beth didn’t remember her but felt tears. “That’s horrible… So like, how?” Beth told the rest of the story of how her current dad fought for her and her mom, and eventually, her mom came up with the idea to do the Premature Birth option. “They really did that to you?!?” Livy asked. Beth nodded, “They hoped it would restart everything with my body…? And to Mom’s credit, it did. As a result, I’m almost three feet taller than I was the first time around. And I was able to learn and everything all over again.” “Yeah… so you don’t remember anything?” She asked. Beth shrugged, “The only thing that’s ever seemed familiar was this piece of stone on a wooden base that supposedly I made for my Dad with a poem on it.” “Oh? What did it say?” Livy asked. “Do you remember?” “Yes, I memorized it years ago when I tried to deal with what they told me had been done to me?” “Go on?” Beth took a breath, “Inches. Growing up, we found ourselves to be like, two peas in a pod. Together we grew to find that life was not to be alike. Inches, mere inches kept us from a view. A dream to grow, a dream to be together. Inches, just inches, sent our paths askew. May this be a token and a tether, For our memories of love, in inches?” Beth’s face was filled with tears as Livy said, “Oh my God, that is like the most beautiful thing ever!” The two friends hugged, “Thanks for telling me, Beth.” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! There's a lot to unpack in this chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing this one! Please press the 'Star' Button at the top of this chapter to like this work and help others find it! Comments are always super appreciated as well! LCW will have a new posting every Friday for the foreseeable future! our support through likes and comments means a lot to me. 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It's just a very simple (probably TOO simple) lens that can be looked through to categorize people. It probably seemed like a good idea at the time and now it's out in the wild, it's kind of hard to change. I think DL loosely means "Not overtly AB" but still diapered. It doesn't really mean much though so it's not something I lie in bed and worry about.

Going in the sun more now, so got some Coppertone Water Babies Sunscreen Lotion SPF 50. WOWZA, the baby powder scent is overpowering.

Big hugs Mikey, for being a big boy!🤗♥️ And now you get to be a little boy once again.😏😉♥️😇

That looks super cute!😍🥰😁 Awwwww!😍😁😊♥️🚼🍼👶

I have like 8 different ones, different looks, mostly ABDL, and yes keep them in a drawer

I never look!

I would change you, giggle

Chapter 3. As Megan walked in the door I could hear the familiar sound of the clicking Heels. Not much happened till we was lying next to each other in Bed and she bought up the transaction earlier today. I explained I rang the bank and it was a mistake and the fraud team is investigating it ect. She said that she had googled the website and that it was products where adults can buy things a baby would normally wear. I nervously laughed at the conversation. She went on to explain that Stacey the ICT Technician visited her office to check it wasn't a Safeguarding issue as she looked at the website. Stacey then went on to tell her she had watched a documentary where Adults dress and act like babies. Megan then said that Stacey knew a girl named Becky who's husband was an adult baby. Even though Stacey never saw him as a baby. Becky used to speak on the phone to her while she was changing him sometimes. As she was explaining all this I could feel my self desire want it even more. That's when the bombshell hit “So Thomas do you want to be a little baby for Mummy? “ Megan snapped in my direction. I sunk further down into the Duvet “No. why would I want that for” I nervously answered back having self regret at myself that in the moment that could have been the answer and the dream of my desires answered. I not sure what made me say No, Apart from maybe the embarrassment of it the if she would still accept me for who I am. “Well then that's good as it not nice being a baby, they have no choices / no modesty” Megan went on to explain, I once again just listened and giggled nervously as she was chatting. She suddenly ended the conversation with giving me a kiss and saying night. I lay there awake a little longer with self anger at myself for not admitting it and with anticipation that on Monday the stuff will be arriving to start my secret Baby Journey. The weekend soon arrived and Louise had arrived with Jessica who is now 5 months old. As Megan and Louise was discussing what they was going to do on the Holiday and finishing the last minute packing. Jessica played on the floor laying on her back kicking her legs and babbling away. I watched and zoned off a little imaging myself in that position without a worry in the world. Soon I was snapped out the zone when Louise came over to Jessica and checked her nappy announcing she was wet. Megan came over to her and said don't worry Aunty Meg will change her since it has been awhile and how at school normally in Reception and Nursery they have assistants that do all that. Megan knelt down with the changing bag and proceeded to change Jessica as I watched. I must of zoned out again as suddenly I heard a voice “Earth to Thomas, have you not seen a baby get changed before” Megan said. She then in the next breath patted on the floor “do you want your bum changed as-well” and giggled to herself. Just then Louise walked back in from fetching something from the Kitchen. Louise and Megan soon finished packing and soon said there goodbyes to me as they got in the car and set off. I quickly closed the door and was more excited for the stuff to arrive on Monday. I quickly started the computer to plan what I was going to do for the week and started Googling Baby Routines. Monday soon enough came and I kinda forgot what was happening till there was a knock on the door and there was waiting 3-4 Big Boxes. I quickly bought them into the house and slowly opening one of them the Contents sheet dropped out. As I glanced over it to see what I had ordered. 2 x Cases of Small Adult Nappies with wetness indicator (24 in each case) 1 x 450ml Bottle with Teat 1 x Adult Pacifier with Clip 1 x Adult Bib with Food Catcher 4 x Muslim Cloth 1 x Fleece Blanket (With free Rattle toy) 1 x Set of Hygiene Products (Wipes / Talc / Nappy Rash Cream) I started to open all the boxes and check everything was there. I looked at the time as it clicked on 4pm I thought I could put a Nappy on and have a play before bedtime at 7pm as I planned. As I opened the packet of the Nappies and held one in my hand I could hear the crinkle of it. I looked at it and saw loads of ABC Blocks and 123 design printed all over it including the back. The front had a Yellow line running down the centre of it. I opened it up and slowly sat on it making sure the 4 Tabs at the back. Suddenly I heard the familiar sound of a Car in the Driveway and people approaching the front door.

Goodluck. I find that dealing with gooberment anything, even at the municipal level, to be a massive headache. Massively incompetent seems to be a hiring requirement in my area. Hopefully yours are more competent and will not only respond but will take action and give you the accomodation you need.

Ok why would you do that to yourself that might do damage for you

In a reverse situation with USPS. I ordered some plastic pants from China, some one covered the shipping label with nearly opaque white tape and it ended up in the dead letter office. There a dedicated employee determined my hometown and sent the package there. The staff there figured out my address and I got it six months later. I sent in a compliment and the USPS sent me the story.

I just run mine down inside my pant leg and tuck it into my sock! Of course, I walk off balance with one leg about 3 inches higher than the other because of the diaper I put in my sock. I use foot powder instead of baby powder.

Being that we live in New England during the colder months I wear a onesie and sleeping pants over my diaper to bed so that I can stay warm and comfortable. On the warmer months, sometimes I'll have a onesie on but most times I'll just sleep in my diaper with a diaper cover over it.

Yay! congratulations buddy! I'm VERY happy for you and that you're starting your new life 24/7 in diapers and no longer have to struggle with the potty. That's why diapers are the best, because you can go wherever you want, whenever you want, and not have to worry at all. Congratulations on becoming a full blown baby!😁😏😉♥️😇🚼🍼👶

I'm so sorry to hear that little one. Big hugs! I hope you find the perfect Mommy you're looking for because you definitely deserve it.🤗♥️😁😉🚼🍼👶🥰😃

Thank you for the story. I'm truly enjoying your writing.

I woke up a few minutes ago because I was starting to poop my overnight diaper. I am sitting in bed now with more poop coming out every few minutes. I will wait a little while to make sure I am finished pooping before I change.

Or a slice of cake!

From the title I thought maybe you got attacked by a swarm of mosquitos. Now I'm wondring if your doctor is Dr. Mosquito and does he look like this?

Chapter 23 - An Impromptu Meeting Zack sat in the back of the Mini, feeling wind from Kelly’s open window blowing his air around. She didn’t say so, be he knew she was driving with the window open because the plastic bag on the seat next to him had a stink to it. He was amazed, in retrospect, how good a job his diaper and the plastic panties had done in containing the odor; he’d barely caught a whiff of it until everything was opened up. He no longer had the panties on because Kelly had judged that his skin needed to breath, so he was only wearing Maddy’s snug shorts over his new diaper. After she changed him, she’d just handed them to him, and rushed off to sanitize her hands, so he’d had to get up out of the car and then pull them on himself, casting glances at the distant park goers, hoping that none of them would direct a lingering stare his way before he got the shorts over his shoes and up his legs. None had. They were going back to Dr. Paige’s office ‘to pick some things up’, as Kelly had put it. Zack sighed and focused on keeping the doorsills at eye level, so that nobody in passing cars would see his pacifier. Not that it matters. None of them know me anyway. After about twenty minutes, Kelly steered her car into the parking lot at the now-familiar medical professional building, snagging a spot close to the lobby entrance. She got out, tilted her seat forward, leaned in, and unbuckled Zack, before reaching over him and picking up the heavy, knotted white plastic bag from the seat beside him. When Zack leaned forward and clambered out of the back seat, his hand went to his lower back, where he determined that at least a few inches of his diaper stood above his shorts. My shorts keep sliding down the damned plastic! He pulled his t-shirt down as far as it would go while straightening up. Kelly handed him the heavy bag without comment, and pointed at a trash can on the concrete apron that lead to the front doors of the building. A kid a couple of years older than him was sitting on a skateboard leaning against it, fiddling with a phone. Zack’s mouth went dry, and he tried to drop his pacifier into the front of his shirt with as little motion as possible, hoping to evade both the attention of the kid, and, any possible feedback from Kelly. Reaching the receptacle, Zack avoided eye contact as the bag landed with a notable heft. He was conscious that he was generating a more notable crunch-crunch-crunch soundtrack without the silence panties on, and that the legging shorts did little to disguise the outline of his bulky plastic underpants. Apparently, the “silence panties” did contribute some silence, although he wasn’t sure if the extra bulk and cutesy design were worth the tradeoff. As they walked into the lobby, Kelly reached over and pulled his pacifier out of his shirt, but this time, she did not hold it in front of his face, leaving it to dangle. Zack’s cheeks reddened but he said nothing. He’d expected them to angle in the direction of the elevators, but Kelly strode purposefully towards the pharmacy. Zack followed her in, as she lined up behind a guy who looked around his father’s age, standing at the counter talking to Mr. Burke. Two girls, both the same height, wearing white t-shirts with knee-length white skirts, stood next to him, one to his left and one to his right. Zack couldn’t see their faces, but judging by their heights, he thought they were maybe a couple of years older than him. It was hard to tell. Once again, he became conscious of the diaper outline that was likely visible through his shorts, and the swinging pacifier, and he turned his back towards the counter. Suddenly, a shock of recognition coursed through Zack, and he risked another look at the girls. Maybe they weren’t wearing white t-shirts... he noted the zippers running up their backs, mostly concealed by a thin overhang of white cotton, and the slightly elongated collar profiles, each with a white plastic button at the back of both of their necks. They were wearing snap suits! Zack blushed in response to what he had deduced. The man was talking to Mr. Burke, and both girls were looking at their phones. Zack felt someone touch the back of his shoulder, and nearly jumped. Ellen Chan from Dr. Paige’s office had come walking up beside them. “Hi, Zack, hi Kelly – good to see you,” she said. “Hi, Ellen. Say ‘hi’, Zack.” “Hi.” Zack deadpanned. “I love your paci tether, Zack!” She reached out and pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, as though it were made of the finest silk. Zack blushed. She turned her eyes to Kelly. “I got your email. I was coming down to see if your order was ready, and also to say hi to Heather and Laurie.” She gestured toward the girls standing at the counter. “It’s a bit of good fortune to actually run into you while they’re here. I wonder if it might help Zack a bit if we did a quick group session with them. Have you got a few minutes?” Kelly nodded. “Absolutely. We have nowhere to be for a couple of hours.” Ellen put her hand on Zack’s shoulder again, but spoke to Kelly. “Let me just check in with them and see if they have a few minutes.” She took a pace forward so that she was standing at the counter next to them, and Mr. Burke paused mid-sentence and looked over at her with a smile. “Hello, Mrs. Chan. What can I do for you?” Ellen Chan looked from Mr. Burke, to the trio standing in front of him. “Mr. Burke, please don’t let me interrupt, but whenever you’re finished, I was going to ask Mr. Douglas if had had a few minutes for me.” The man turned and smiled at Ellen. Both girls looked up from their phones with blank faces. “Hello, Mrs. Chan – how have you been?” “Good, good, Mr. Douglas. I was wondering if you had a few extra minutes on your hands this morning?” “For you, Mrs. Chan, absolutely. The girls just wanted to stop by and pick up a refills of their daytime diapers, and also look at some swim diapers. After this, we’re heading up to a cottage this afternoon, so we’re in no particular rush.” Ellen smiled, and then stepped back and looked over at Kelly and Zack. “Lucky girls, going up to a cottage! This is Zack and Kelly. Zack just started with us, less than a week ago, and he hasn’t done any group sessions yet. Heather and Laurie are pros at group now, of course. So I thought that maybe, if it wasn’t too much trouble, we could pull together a quick impromptu family session, just briefly, so that maybe Zack doesn’t feel quite so… isolated on this journey.” The girls looked at Zack and didn’t blink. Mr. Douglas looked back and forth between the two girls, then said “I think that would be fine. What do you girls think?” They both looked at him, one saying “Yes” and the other saying “Sure” at the same time. He turned back to the counter, where Mr. Burke had placed three large white bags. “These are your two bags of size ten Animal Antics, and this is …” He patted the third bag, then continued: “Is a bag of size 8 Fishy Friends swim diapers. These have a lot more stretch to them so you can easily go a size smaller. They can be pulled on like a pull-up or opened and closed like a diaper.” “They’ll probably put them on like diapers,” Mr. Douglas mused. Mr. Burke reached under the counter and pulled a sample of the Fishy Friends out. To Zack it looked like a pull-up with a knockoff Finding Nemo themed print on it. Mr. Burke demonstrated that where the two stretchy side panels met, there was a nearly invisible hook-and-loop strip that ran the width of the panels. He opened one side of the diaper and then closed it again. Then he held the diaper up in the air and gave the back and the front a good pull in opposite directions. The side panels stretched but did not unfasten. “Water does not affect the closure. And you can dry these in the sun and use them more than once, if they are clean.” Mr. Douglas again looked at the girls, and then said, “Sounds good, please put them on my bill.” Mr. Burke nodded, smiled, and walked away to help another customer. The man handed the bag of swim diapers to one girl, one of the Animal Antics bags to the other, and he carried the third. “Lead the way, Mrs. Chan.” Chapter 24 – Group Confidential The elevator doors powered open silently, and Zack was again looking in through sparkling clean plate glass, at the expansive lobby of Dr. Paige’s office. Ellen Chan held the door open for them as they filed in, waved at the ladies sitting at the desk, and walked them over to Children’s Corner. There were no children playing inside today, and Mrs. Christine was not at the desk with her strange clipboard. They walked inside. Mrs. Chan led them over to a large oval table, and invited them all to sit down. Zack was acutely aware of the crinkling noises coming from his thin shorts, in the quiet room. Kelly and Zack sat on one side, and the man and his daughters sat on the other. Mrs. Chan sat at the end. Zack could see right away that the two girls were either twins, or, they looked so much alike that everyone probably thought they were. Mrs. Chan spoke. “Hi, everyone, thank you for agreeing to meet like this on such short notice. I’ll introduce everyone.” She looked over toward Zack and Kelly first. “This is Zack and his mother Kelly. Zack has been a patient here for about a week, and he hasn’t done any group meetings yet, or met anyone in any of our programs.” Next, she looked over at the party on the other side of the table. “And these are Heather, Laurie, and Mr. Douglas.” Mr. Douglas interrupted. “John.” “Thank you, John. These are Heather, Laurie, and John. Heather and Laurie have been coming here for about eighteen months now, and they are veterans of our group sessions. They’ve also been to our picnics, and have even mentored some of our younger clients. John, is it okay if I give Zack and Kelly a bit of background on the girls’ journey?” “Absolutely, Ellen, go ahead.” “John brought Heather and Laurie in to see us a bit more than a year and a half ago. Heather was having escalating issues with nocturnal enuresis. Do you know what that is, Zack?” Zack said nothing. “Nocturnal enuresis is what you experience, Zack – it’s just a fancy term for wetting in the evenings or overnight.” Zack looked down at the table in front of him. His eyes followed his pacifier tether down into the darkness below the table. Part of him wished he could climb down there. “Laurie didn’t have any wetting issues – yet – but both of them also suffered from difficulty focusing on tasks, and a general inattentiveness that was affecting other aspects of their lives. We concluded that some of their issues probably sprang from poor sleeping habits. So, John and his wife made the courageous decision to enroll both girls in our program, and I think that he’d agree with me that there has been some significant improvements since they first came walking through our door.” John nodded enthusiastically. The girls both looked at their hands. Mrs. Chan continued. “What I wanted to accomplish here, in a few minutes, is to give Zack a sense of what the future might hold for him, if he works hard and follows the program. Kelly let me know today that he might be craving… a bit more independence than he currently has. But these things come in good time. Heather, would you mind taking me through how you and Laurie manage your requirements, these days? You’re pretty independent now, aren’t you?” The girl on the right looked over at her dad. “Go on, honey.” He urged. “Well, right now, Laurie and I get two Animal Antics per day, and one Little Lambs, which we keep in our backpacks. We can change them whenever we want to.” Mrs. Chan nodded. “And how does it work with your snap-suits?” John chimed in. “Their mother and I both have the clickers with us, but that was just so we could know the girls were managing it, once we stopped changing them all the time. Now, they can ask us anytime they want something opened. And if we’re going out for longer than maybe a couple of hours, we’ll leave a clicker with a neighbour of ours, an elderly lady who’s been an absolute gem, who can assist them if they need it. It’s really up to them how they work the program, though – we’ve said that they don’t have to wear the tamper-proof clothes anymore if they don’t want to.” Mrs. Chan looked at Heather. “But you still prefer them?” Laurie spoke first. “We might as well wait until these ones don’t fit or get worn out or whatever, then maybe we’ll get new ones that don’t lock.” Heather shrugged. “I’m used to them.” Kelly raised her hand, and Mrs. Chan looked over. “Yes, Kelly?” “If you don’t mind me asking, what do you wear over the swim diapers?” Laurie responded. “We can wear whatever we like. It depends on where we are. At the cottage, we’ll just wear a bathing suit top with them, but if we go to a beach, I like the sunsuits. Heather was a one-piece bathing suit.” Zack cleared his throat. “Uh… why do they hafta wear swim diapers at all…?” John interjected, but he addressed his response to Kelly, rather than Zack. “As Dr. Paige explained, it’s about consistency, and avoiding transitions, particularly early on, when going back and forth might cause anxiety, confusion, or conflict. We’ve found that it’s best for them to always be in some kind of diaper.” Zack went back to looking at his lap. He wanted to reach back and make sure that his diaper was fully covered, but he didn’t want to draw attention to it. His hand found his pacifier under the table, and turned it back and forth. Mrs. Chan continued. “So, you see, Zack, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, for good boys and girls who put in an honest effort. Do your best, and I’m sure things will work out your way, if you cooperate with the program. And, stay out of your sister’s things.” Zack’s head shot up. The two girls directed quizzical looks at each other. Mrs. Chan gave Zack a wink. John’s face remained neutral, but Kelly cracked a thin smile. “Well, John, Heather, Laurie, thank you very much for giving us a few minutes of your time, and for your candid relating of your experiences. I’m sure this has been a big help for Zack. Maybe he’ll see you in one of the group sessions this summer. I don’t want to keep you for another minute – have a great time at your cottage! Does anyone need their bums changed before they leave?” Laurie and Heather both shook their heads. John and the girls pushed back from the table, stood up, and filed out into the hallway. Zack remained frozen on the spot. Clearly, Kelly had told Mrs. Chan about what he’d been wearing when he went to the movie with Tanner. Mrs. Chan came back from walking the trio to the door. “Does Zack need his pants freshened?” Kelly smiled. “No, no, I just changed him in the car, thank you, though. Mr. Burke messaged me that my order is at the back door, so we can get going. Thank you very much for this, Mrs. Chan.” “Anytime, Kelly – we’re always here for you and Zack.” Zack crossed his arms on the table, leaned forward, and put his forehead down inside them. He no longer cared if his diaper was visible behind him. Kelly put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a pat, then stood up and headed toward the door. After a moment, she heard Zack’s chair slide back, and then the gentle crinkling sound of him following her.

In this week's episode, the Dad dreams of a world where fishing is taken over my machines and he is forced to work in the fish factory and wear a "work diaper" since bathroom breaks are not allowed.

Unlike your common mass-market cloth-like covered diapers, they are a full plastic liner under cloth-like outer layer. Should work just fine. In fact, if you're careful enough, you can actually peel that cover off and have a plastic little king (but without any tapes). However, there will be some residual adhesive on that plastic and it's thinner than a plastic-only diaper since the outer cover takes most of the stress.

“Right, lay back. I think you’re on the edge of breaking your third rule for the day,” Samantha said, now standing at the end of the bed looking over Jacob. I watched as he blushed as he quickly did as he was told. Samantha quickly grabbed his ankles, pulling him closer to the end of the bed as she let out a smirk. A movement that I was sure elicited a very particular reaction from Jacob, as I know it definitely would have gotten a particular reaction from me. She quickly unbuttoned his pants as I turned to leave, heading into Samantha and I’s room to retrieve the changing supplies, knowing quite well what was happening. I walked back in the room, diaper and powder in hand to see Jacob laying flat on his bed with a full erection as Samantha crumbled his clothes in a ball and threw them next to the closet. I couldn’t help but have a huge smile on my face as I handed Samantha the diaper. Something about seeing Jacob like this was actually kind of hot. “Thank you, and can you grab your little black…” Samantha said, making a hand gesture that gave me all of the information I needed. “We have to wait for this little guy to deflate anyways,” Samantha said mockingly, looking back at Jacob who was trying his best to avoid eye contact. “Sorry!” He said, pulling his arms up over his face in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. “Mhmmm,” Samantha said softly. “I’m sure you are…” I quickly returned with the chastity cage that I typically was forced to wear as a punishment, or if I was ever left on my own for extended periods of time, as well as a small bottle of lube that I knew would almost certainly be a requirement, especially for first time users like Jacob. “Thank you, sweetie,” Samantha said, grabbing the items from me as Jacob continued to look away. It was weird how trusting he was of us. I would have almost certainly looked at what had been fetched in addition to the diaper, but it was pretty clear he was blissfully unaware of what would soon become his new reality. “Alright, Jacob baby. This is gonna feel a little cold,” Samantha said, before squirting a big glob of lube onto the base of his flaccid penis. I watched as she quickly worked it around the circumference before quickly lubing up the ring and sliding his privates through, just in time all of the motion had quickly made Jacob aroused again, which finally made him look. “What is- oh…oh!” He said, which I took as him fully understanding what was happening. “Samantha, I don’t uh-” Jacob started. “Shhh baby, let Mommy take care of her baby boy,” Samantha cooed back. Jacob laid back on the bed facing the ceiling. “Do I- do I have to wear that?” He said sheepishly. His cock throbbed, only further pointing out the fact that he loved the idea. Samantha looked at me with a smirk. “Yes, baby. All little boys need to wear one to keep them acting like good little babies. You want to be a good little baby for Mommy, don’t you?” He nodded profusely as his cock throbbed. I could feel my own cock begin to harden just from watching. I could only imagine he was hoping for something a little special before having to wear the cage for the first time, as I know that I would be hoping she finished me off at least once beforehand. “Alright baby, your gonna have to show Mommy what a good boy you are by making your little boy parts soft again,” “But- but- maybe you could just-” Jacob started, feeling desperate for her touch. “I’ll give you 30 seconds and then I’ll have to give you a naughty sticker. I don’t think you want to get any naughty stickers, do you baby?” Jacob shook his head. “No, Mommy…” I could see him hesitate, but he flexed his arms which as any guy knows is one of the fastest ways to get rid of boner, even if your body is telling you that you really want to have a boner, which was obviously the case for him currently. “Good boy,” Samantha said, lubing up the cage and sliding his now limp cock inside before securing it and pocketing the key. She quickly slid the diaper underneath and powdered him up, closing the diaper up and helping him up off the bed. “Good job, sweetie,” She said scuffing up his hair. “Now, your safe word is Jock Strap. Use it if your ever uncomfortable, or if the cage is causing a lot of pain. You should know that it's pretty normal to have a lot of discomfort for the first few days, but if it really hurts let me know. Though, if I can tell that you were just lying to get it off…” Jacob nodded, as his face turned red. “Perfect. Why don’t you boys get all of Jacob’s things unpacked, maybe just lay them out on the bed so I can quickly see what I am working with here and I’ll go wipe up some lunch for you boys,” “Thanks Mommy,” I said, giving her a smile. Samantha smiled, stopping on her way out of the room to give me a very passionate kiss, something I figured was to tease Jacob more than anything. Which I could only imagine would be a running theme for a bit. “Oh, can I have some juice please?” “Of course, dear,” She said, making her way out of the room. “Um- me too?” Jacob said. “Me too…” Samantha said, turning around in the hall. “Please, Mommy?” Jacob said, now blushing. “So…” I said, grabbing one of the bags off the ground and setting it on the bed. “So, what?” Jacob said, following suit. “How’s it going?” Jacob let out a little laugh. “Better than I could have ever hoped for,” He said with a huge smile. “Wow, really? Not what I would have expected from someone who just got put in a cage,” Jacob shrugged. “Small price to pay?” He said with a smirk, obviously enjoying himself. We emptied the contents of all of the bags onto the bed, spreading things out into piles. It really was just clothes and a few essentials. “Boys…” Samantha said, entering the room again with two bottles of juice, setting them both on the dresser. “Good job!” I circled around the bed, grabbing both the bottles and handing one to Jacob as Samantha peered over the contents on the bed. “Mhmmm… What's in the boxes?” Samantha asked. “Oh, just my computer stuff,” Jacob responded with some slight hesitation. “Can you show me?” Jacob did as instructed and opened up each of the boxes, revealing a rather simple setup with just his desktop and a monitor, as well as a few peripherals. “And what's that down there?” She said, reaching down into the box and pulling out a brown stuffed rabbit. “Oh…yea,” Jacob said as he blushed a little, obviously not having wanted her to see that. “Does it have a name?” Samantha said, turning him around to get a good look at him. “Not really…he’s just nice to have around…” Jacob said sheepishly. “Are these cum stains?” Samantha said, rubbing her finger along the underside of the rabbit where there was some crusty fur. Jacob’s face became a bright red as he couldn’t help but hide a smile. “It's okay, baby. Nothing to be ashamed of,” Samantha cooed, ruffling Jacob’s hair as she handed him the stuffed rabbit. “Can you explain to Mommy why there are icky boy stains on your little stuffed rabbit?” “I…hump…” Jacob whispered quietly. “Yea? Does it feel good to rub against it?” Jacob nodded. “Wouldn’t your diapy catch all of your icky cum?” “I…I’ve only ever bought diapers in this last year…” Jacob said. “I usually just stick him in my pants…” I had to hide my giggle. It definitely wasn’t something I had thought of before, but I could imagine that the soft fur would actually probably feel really good. Samantha smiled at Jacob. “Well, Mommy knows just how to reward you when you’ve been a good boy now,” She said, with a smirk. She got up, making her way towards the door while Jacob remained where he was, awkwardly standing still. “You boys going to be okay here by yourself? Thinking I’m gonna make a Target run for some essentials, as well as a few things for Jacob’s room,” Jacob, who was still red in the face nodded. “Yup! We’ll try to get everything unpacked. What about lunch?” I said, taking a sip of my juice. “I’ll pick something up on the way back. Should only be a few,” She said, grabbing her purse before heading out the front door. I turned around to look at Jacob who was still holding his rabbit with a smile. “I used to hump things all the time in my diapers, never thought about putting it in my pants though” I said, trying to sound sincere and break up the awkwardness. “Yea, it's actually really nice. Better than when I tried it with a diaper on actually,” “Dam, I’ll have to try that,” I said, which Jacob just responded to with a laugh. “So, everything is good than?” I asked. “Yea, things are great. Honestly just want to get settled in” “Of course. So I would assume humpy here goes in the bed?” I said teasingly, gently taking the rabbit as I tossed it into the bed. Jacob couldn’t help but smile. We made quick work of putting the rest of his things away, setting up his computer on the floor temporarily until we were able to get him a proper desk. I thought about offering some space on mine, but it wouldn’t have really made sense seeing as it way already just barely big enough for my own stuff. “Right, so what should we do for the next couple of hours?” I asked. “Couple of hours?” Jacob asked. “Oh, yea. She makes it sound like its a quick run to Target, but there won’t be anything quick about it. Especially if she has a reason to buy new things,” I said with a laugh. “We can go play on my Switch?” “Sure,” He said, following me out into the living room. The next two hours flew by as we raced it out in Mario Kart, happily sucking down our juice as if nothing was different from when we usually gamed together. Even though clearly a lot had changed. Jacob sat on the couch in nothing but the diaper Samantha had put him in, practically leaning on me for support as he altered between his pacifier and bottle as we bantered back and forth about the game. Definitely a moment that gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling. ~~ “Jacob, sweetie,” Samantha called out, having walked back in the front door with a few different bags of groceries. “Look what I got,” She said, setting down the bags in the kitchen before handing him a sheet of paper. “What's this?” He said, jumping up from the couch and shuffling over to her, revealing his slightly yellowed diaper as he grabbed it from her before. “Target’s hiring. Why don’t you fill that out and we can drop it off tomorrow,” Samantha said, starting to unpack some of the bags in the kitchen. “Oh, right,” He said, looking back down at it. “Man, do I not miss retail,” I said jokingly as I gave Jacob a nudge from behind before heading into the kitchen to help unpack. “Oh stop. It will be fun. Plus it's an excuse for me to go more often,” Samantha said with a laugh. “Oh, and there's two kids meals in the car, along with some other bags if you wouldn’t mind,” She said, already pulling out fresh packs of baby wipes and powder from one of the bags she was unloading. “You might want to at least put a shirt on,” I said teasingly, looking back at Jacob who was still holding the job application. “Wouldn’t want anyone to know that you forgot how to use the toilet,” Did you enjoy the story? Want to help support me in creating more? Check out my Patreon!

My mom has found my pacifier before when i was a teen and has probably seen me suck my thumb in my sleep, but apart from that she doesn't know I'm a little. I really wanna tell her everything about my baby side though! Maybe one day.

Scene #209 “I am so mad at you,” Mary said to me. “Do you understand? Not disappointed. I am actually mad at you.” I’m very wise, ya know, like I have wisdom and stuff? I was drawing upon that wisdom when I didn’t answer her question even though, yes, I did understand cuz she had me by my elbow kinda hard as she marched me up the stairs. But I kinda sorta knew when I did what I did that she’d be super mad about it. I just decided to do it anyway. And Mary’s not dumb. She knew that I knew she’d be mad and that I did it despite that, which probably explains why after she parked me in the corner she went into the bathroom and (dammit!) got the bath brush. It should be banned; I think the United Nations went so far as to designate it a weapon of ass destruction, but like Mary even listens to intergovernmental organizations. Behind me, Mary kept making these noises like she was about to start lecturing me at a high volume and rapid cadence, but she kept cutting herself off after half a syllable. In other circumstances, I would’ve been pleading not to get the bath brush and maybe, if I were feeling the right combination of bratty, sassy, wronged, and righteous, arguing with her. But like I said, I knew I was way in the wrong. I stood in my time out and didn’t interrupt Mary’s not-quite-a-tirade. Depending on how you use time to mark events, either this whole thing started when I hired a landscaping company to install a sprinkler system in our yard and gardens without asking or telling Mary, or when she found out, which happened five minutes prior to my corner time when she glanced up from her work computer and strangers team digging a hole in the yard. A terse exchange of words followed in which I verified that, yes, I hired them; no, I didn’t ask permission to alter our home or break the spending limit; yes, it was expensive; and no, we couldn’t undo it cuz I signed a contract and gave them half the cost as a deposit. Mary was pacing behind me making her I’m-so-angry-I’m-speechless sounds for about two minutes, and when she stopped, even before she said anything, I wished my butt a fond farewell. So long, girl. It’s been a heckuva party. I wasn’t scared. At least not until Mary said, “No. After.” “What? What after?” “We’ll talk about this after your spanking,” she almost hissed but it was too loud for a hiss. Like, she invented a whole new tone of voice right on the spot, and not a fun one. “You should calm down first,” I helpfully (hopefully) suggested. First rule of disciplinary spanking is don’t spank when you’re mad. “I’m calm.” “Um, are you sure?” “Come over to me.” “Mary?” She did one of those forceful sighs that says patience is about to be a thing of the past. “Daphne Ann, walk your butt over here right now.” O, so like, right now? Um, okay … Dammit! I got within arm’s reach and was naked from the waist down so fast I think she did a magic trick. That would be so like Mary, learning magic tricks to de-pants me. I must’ve looked (what’s the understated word for scared?) distressed cuz she said to me, “I’m not going to hurt you.” Kinda silly when you think about it; she was so going to hurt me. But she wasn’t going to injure me. Count on Mary to be so self-possessed mere moments after getting past her angry muttering. “Lie down on the bed, on your back.” “Buh … Does it have to be the diaper position?” And there’s Mary’s this-is-the-worst-time-ever-to-say-or-do-anything-except-what-you’re-told face. It’s all in the eyes. And the pursed lips. And way she managed to scowl with her whole head. How does she even do that? I gave myself a quick pep talk. I said to myself, I said, Self, you knew this would happen. You didn’t know it would be the bath brush, but you were pretty sure. You knew enough, and you did it anyway, and you still think it’s worth it. Two weeks from now, when your butt is back to its normal color and it doesn’t hurt to sit anymore, you’ll be laying in the sun admiring your flowers that will look so much better because of the sprinkler. Go to your happy place. (*insert harp music) Happy place. Happy place. Well, that was a flawed pain management strategy. My happy place is anywhere Mary is and especially our bedroom. I was literally in my happy place, and lemme tell ya, neither of us was happy. But I was determined to take my consequence with the stoicism and poise I’m known for. ‘There goes Daphne,’ people say, ‘I bet those ancient Greek stoics would have a lot to say about her.’ I was even gonna hold my legs up for her, but she got there first. But if she beat me to that, raising my ankles so high she had spanking access to my whole butt, I beat her to tears. I was crying way before (fraction of a second) the bath brush even connected the first time. It was just nerves; nerves, and know that while I had my reasons, it really was a crummy thing to do. Neither of us was especially verbal. I let out some cry-inflected ows, and Mary let the brush do all her talking. It’s … quite an orator. If the trick to getting your point across is repetition, it’s the Cicero of spanking implements cuz I understood exactly what it was trying to convey (scratch that – it didn’t try; it just conveyed) the first time and proceeded to say it about thirty more times for emphasis. And I was rapt. It had my total attention. I was glued to my seat (figuratively; in a more literal sense, my sympathetic nervous system took over and did it’s darndest to move my whole body out of reach while Mary demonstrated just how strong and adept at holding down subs getting their bottoms roasted). I like to think I took it it well. I mean, yeah, I was sobbing and, yes, there was moaning and, kinda, there was wailing. So when I say I took it well, what I mean is I did all those things really, really well. Almost like I had experience taking a super hard spanking. Which of course I don’t. Um, really. Cuz I’m well behaved and way too old to be subject that kind of discipline or any discipline at all except self-discipline which I have in spades. Doubt me not. Mary sat down next to me, all calm and tender. They say to calm down before you spank, but spanking is how Mary calms down. She stroked my hair while I rolled over and buried my face against her thigh. When I was able to speak, she asked me in her I’m-not-sorry I-did-that-but-I’m-sorry-you’re-in-pain voice, “Why did you that?” I’m a very self-aware person. No, really. True story. I knew exactly why I did that because I had five whole weeks between doing it and that moment to think it over. “Cuz I’m not a little girl and don’t need permission to do stuff so long as I accept the consequences and I did.” Before you say anything, and like you even get a say (which you don’t!), I’m aware how that sounds. But you’re wrong! It’s not something a little girl would say. It’s what a middle would say. And I’m not one of those either and I should know because, and I already said this but no one seems to listen to me, I’m very self-aware. ‘There goes Daphne,’ people say, ‘She’s very much herself.’ Whatever that even means, but it’s so obviously a compliment we don’t need to interrogate it much or at all really. Really. Mary sighed one of her I’m-sorry-you-get-so-deep-into-your-own-head-that-you-do-such-silly-things. “You know spending that much money, and doing something that big to our home, without asking me isn’t just breaking the rules. It’s also and more importantly not what partners do. Not even if it’s their way of saying something they don’t know how to say.” “I know. I’m so sorry. I won’t ever do anything like that again.” “I hope not. This time you got a spanking; if there’s a next time, we’re just gonna have a fight.” Hoo boy. You think I cry hard when I get battered by the bath brush, but only because I’ve never chronicled a real fight between me and Mary in my diary (which you shouldn’t even be reading, pervert). “Let’s get you re-dressed,” Mary said. She got up and I rolled over onto my back again and winced but, uh, not because it hurt. Why didn’t I stand up instead? Because Mary went to the closet, where the things live. “Your consequence isn’t over. You’re wearing your diapers for the next five days. If you need to go number two, you need to come find me. I’ll take you to the bathroom.” She unfolded the diaper, a big thick one she got a sample of and I think was waiting for the right time to put me in it. She lifted my ankles again. “You’ve got quite the bruised bottom, little girl.” She got the diaper under me. “I’m going to check the bottom after you use the potty, and if you don’t do a perfect job wiping, you’re going to lose the privilege of doing that yourself. Understand?” Aw geez!! “Yes. I’m sorry.” “I know, sweetie, and I accept your apology. You’re also not allowed to be alone the entire time you’re back in diapers.” “You’re grounding me?” That’s a new one. Huh. “If that’s what you want to call it. If you want to go somewhere, you have to ask permission.” “Is that because I did this to make the point I don’t have to ask permission?” “Yep. And you can only go somewhere with me, Nana, or a friend. Not alone and nother another little, either. It has to be Nana or someone who has permission to discipline you. Same if I need to go somewhere. You can come with, go to Nana’s, or go to a friend’s house, or a friend needs to come over to babysit. There, how’s that diaper feel?” “Like you spanked me really hard.” “You needed a really hard spanking.” Instead of picking my shorts up off the floor, Mary went to my dresser and fished through one of my drawers until she came up with the shorts I bought for the ten minutes I thought beach yoga might be my new thing. “You have one more consequence today. You’re going to put these on, you’re going to go write a check for the other half of the sprinkler system, and you’re going to go give it to them.” O! My! Gawd! She’s evil! She’s evil and and … and … stuff! The shorts won’t hide this diaper! The diaper is bigger than the shorts and it’s not even close and they’re gonna know! And I’ve been crying! They probably heard me crying! They might have heard my spanking! I’ve been crying and getting spanked and I’m gonna waddle out there and they’re gonna know I’m wearing a diaper under these … these … They’re not even shorts! They’re practically swim bottoms! How can Mary be so evil! It’s not even ethical! “But Mary!” Do you know how opposed I have to be o whatever Mary is making me do to actually say so after the kind of spanking she gave me? Heccin opposed! “Daphne Ann, no.” “Can you give it to them?” “You know that’s not the point. Besides, this is your chance to prove you’re a big girl. Little girls don’t write checks, right?” “Buh … Fine.” “And when you come back inside …” “If I don’t have a humiliation aneurism.” “… I’ll wash your face, and then you can do whatever you want to do today, but you’re still grounded.” I didn’t, just so my future biographers (especially the unauthorized ones) know, let out the longest, whiniest whine in the history of whining. Didn’t happen. All that happened was I asked Mary, “Um, after you wash my face, can I come hang out in your office?” She smiled. “You’re always my little shadow after a big spanking. You can come in, but you have to do something quiet.” “Okay.” “Should I buy you an activity table so you can hang out in my office and color and stuff?” “… Yes, but not cuz I’m a little girl. It’s just cuz I like hanging out with you.” “Even when we’re not even talking or doing the same thing?” “Of course.” What a weird question. “Me too.” Sigh. She loves me. Now to work up the courage to go face those guys. Crap.

You probably don't want to hear this, but I'm going to say it anyway. That's gross, and I'm glad you felt ashamed because you should feel ashamed. They are going to have to throw away the display chair now. 1-2 workers are going to have to put on sanitation gloves and carry the chair covered in your filth that you purposely leaked in out the backroom into the dumpster, having to smell it all the way to the trash. Retail workers do not get paid nearly enough to put up with this kind of stuff. What you did is the kind of thing that makes all of us look bad. I hope nobody else relates to doing what you did. We need less people doing this kind of stuff, not more. If you ever do this again, I hope you get caught.

Valerie was not impressed by Lucy halfway cleaning. In fact Valerie had been thinking hard on her thesis and how she could make it a long term case study to use across several assignments. Looking at Lucy as she went to lay down for a nap she smiled. She hasn't been certain how she'd go about making her idea reality until now. "Yeah actually I've come up with a brilliant idea. I'll tell you more about it later take your nap I'll wake you when the food arrives." When Lucy fell asleep Valerie immediately started cleaning until the dorm met her standard of clean. About an hour passed before pizza arrived. Valerie put the pizza on the coffee table deciding Lucille needed a nap more than she needed the junk food. Looking at Lucille trash can it was obvious she'd been binging on snack and energy drinks all week. It was obvious that Lucille needed to be part of Valerie project/ thesis more so than she realized. While Lucille napped Valerie placed an order for a few things she would need to start the project of on the right foot. Within 30 minutes Valerie received a package with fast acting diuretics and laxatives. Pouring a soda she mixed both into the drink before waking Lucille. "Wake up Lucy foods here. Here have something to drink. " She passed her the cup when she sat up drinking water herself.

Room and Board Introduction: This is a story I wrote in 1995, which explains the references to the yellow pages and the glaring lack of cell phones or the internet. It's dark, and loving only in a twisted non-consensual kind of way, so be forewarned. All characters are fictional and meant to be over age 18. Chapter 1 It had seemed like an ideal situation: reasonable rent, near the campus, well-furnished. It only had a few drawbacks. It was just a room in some lady's house, so there was a relative lack of privacy. And the lady seemed a bit odd. Mrs. Williams was in her late fifties, he thought, and there wasn't anything he could put his finger on, but her whole attitude seemed just a little off-kilter. She seemed concerned about things most people quietly ignored. Near the end of Derek’s first visit, for example, she had asked, out of the blue and suspiciously, if he wet the bed. Shocked and a little insulted, he stammered a denial. But she'd just looked at him, as though she didn't quite believe him. And she'd said that she wouldn't rent to a bedwetter, and she showed him a clause in the lease to prove it. He wasn't worried, as he'd never wet his bed that he could remember. But he certainly thought it strange. Everything else about the room, Derek decided, however, was pretty good, and with such a housing shortage in this small college town, he was happy to find an opening on such short notice. The deal included no meals, although he was invited to cook for himself. He agreed to some nominal chores around the house to knock a few bucks off the rent each month. As he signed the lease, he thought about the upcoming year, hoping it would be everything he'd expected. Even into the second week of classes, the decision seemed wise. No one other than the lady lived there, and since he spent most of his time at class or in his room, he didn't run into the lady too often. She didn't work outside the home, but she apparently had an odd schedule. She had friends she visited, and referred to some volunteer work. He never knew when she might be home. But in general, he was happy to have a quiet place to live and study. If he was annoyed about the plastic mattress cover on the bed, he decided he wouldn’t make a big deal about it. He wondered what previous tenant had made her so single-mindedly worried. One day near the end of the second week Derek came home from classes to find her in his bedroom, pulling the sheets off of his bed. He knocked quietly on the open door to let her know he was there. "I didn't know laundry service was included," he said, smiling, putting his books on a chair. Mrs. Williams whirled around to face him, an angry look on her face. Derek stepped back, alarmed at her sudden movement. "I thought you said you weren't a bedwetter," she snapped. "I'm not," he said. This was true. He had never wet his bed. "Look at these sheets. What do you call that?" She held up a sopping wet sheet. He moved closer to see. As he leaned toward the sheet she held, he could see that, yes, there was certainly a large yellowish stain. And--ugh--it smelled of urine. But how? While Derek tried to recall waking up in a wet bed that morning, Mrs. Williams kept talking. "Do you have any idea how much a mattress costs?" she asked rhetorically. "I should have known: you *look* like a bedwetter, that's what the neighbors said. I should never have let you stay here. Oh, dear! I hope the waterproofing held!" She pulled back the wet sheet to reveal the plastic mattress cover, which seemed to have kept the mattress safe. "Oh, thank goodness. It held this time." She turned back to him. "What have you got to say for yourself?" "I...I...don't remember doing that," he murmured, intensely embarrassed about the whole incident and the fuss she was making. He could not remember waking up and thinking anything was amiss. Yet he could hardly deny those sheets; he couldn't explain it other than that he must have blocked it out of his memory. "But I'm really sorry." "Don't forget that this was a condition of the lease!" she told him, shaking her finger. "I should throw you out of here right now.” Derek’s head starting buzzing. That would be terrible. He looked around desperately. Where would he go? But then she appeared to calm down a little and, seeing his distress, sighed. “I'll give you a choice," she said. She rolled the sheet up and set it on the floor by the door, then sat on the bed. "There are two ways to resolve this. One, you pack up and get out right this minute. But I’m sure you'll have trouble getting another room with the poor referral I'll have to give you. In this small town, leaving my house might very well be the same as leaving college; I can't think of any openings at all, much less for a bedwetter. No one wants to open their home up to that kind of abuse." He started to panic as he realized she was probably right. It had been luck, he thought, to stumble on this nice place. Since the college had underestimated acceptances, the dorms were full and every house in town was occupied. What could he do? "Or two," Mrs. Williams continued with a hint of a smile, "we do things Mama's way." This made Derek slightly uncomfortable. Again he thought, she sure is weird. But he didn't really have much of a choice. He at least had to hear her out. So he, too, sat down, hearing the crinkling of the mattress cover. "And what would that be?" "I want you to be able to stay here, but I also want to be able to make sure the bed stays completely dry. How does that sound to you?" He wasn't sure. "Okay, I guess," he replied hesitantly. She paused. "Good. Then you'll see the wisdom in wearing some protection. You see, even with the plastic sheet on the bed, we still have the wet sheets with which to deal every day. No, this is really the only way." He didn't have any idea what she was talking about. Wearing protection? A condom? What the heck? When he didn't say anything, she continued. "It'll only be at night, of course. I could see that you might find it embarrassing. But you could also see it as very appropriate to use an infantile solution for an infantile problem," she rambled on, and he began to get the picture. She saw a look of horror pass over his face, and knew he'd caught on. Her tone of voice told him she wasn't kidding, but Derek couldn't believe she was suggesting what he thought she was. "You can't mean..." She nodded, her face serious as stone. "Yes. It's your choice: you can wear diapers to bed, or you can try to find another landlord's bed to soil. You pick." He stared at the floor, stunned at her absurd proposal. Would she really toss him out? A quick glance at her face was enough to convince him that she would, probably in a heartbeat. And then what would he do? He hardly knew this small town… He felt his face flush red as he realized he'd have to take her up on her offer. He cleared his throat nervously and looked up toward her, though he couldn't meet her stare. "How, uh, long would...*this* go on?" he asked her without emotion, trying to remain distant and seem unaffected. "Forever, of course," she said. And then quickly, "While you're in *this* house, I mean. You think about it, but if you're still here tonight, I'll take that as an agreement to stay. In that case, come tell me when you're ready to go to bed, and we'll get you all set up." She smiled and stood, then turned back before she felt. "Otherwise, feel free to use my yellow pages to book a hotel room, which is probably all you could find. Don't really know what you'd do with your stuff, though. Well, that's not my problem. Either way, get those smelly wet sheets in the washer immediately, or all bets are off and I confiscate your deposit." She left. He spent a little while sitting in silence as he stared at the bed. How could he live with himself for doing such a silly thing? It was embarrassing enough to have wet the bed, but then to be caught and have to be diapered was even worse. How grown-up he'd thought he was coming to college! And then this accident, the most infantile, embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him. But what choice did he have now? He'd paid rent for this month, and he hardly had cash to be throwing around, even if he could find another place that would allow a "bedwetter," since it appeared that this was what he was. No, he'd have to sleep in this bed for a while, at least until the end of the month, when his rent was due. Perhaps by then he could find another place. He washed his sheets, the whole time trying in vain to remember when he'd wet his bed. He must have repressed it, he thought. And the whole thing must have been due to the stress of starting college. Damnedest luck, though, to start wetting his bed now, in this woman's house, of all places. Now he had to go through this embarrassing ordeal. After dinner and studying, he nervously approached her as she sat reading. "I'm, um, ready to go to bed now." "Ah," she said, getting up. "You'll want your diaper then, right?" "Right," he murmured, blushing. She disappeared into her bedroom, and he heard the sound of a package being ripped open. She returned not long thereafter carrying a large, white, disposable diaper, which she extended to him and which he hesitantly took. Mrs. Williams indicated the bathroom, saying, "You may change in there; for now we'll see how you do by yourself. I've left some baby powder by the sink for your comfort, and I'd advise you to use it, since it can get pretty hot under the plastic of your diaper. I'll also tell you now that I've left some baby wipes for your use in the morning if you should need them.” She smiled at him. “One more thing: be sure to use the toilet before you put the diaper on. I’ll explain in a moment, but you won't be able to use the toilet again until the morning. Come out when you've finished and we'll take it from there. And just yell if you need help in there," she said, still smiling. Instead of being reassuring, it was a little creepy to him. He turned without saying a word, since he could think of nothing appropriate to say. He entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him, immediately setting down his diaper and then heading for and using the toilet. What was that all about, he wondered as he urinated. Bathroom "restriction" hadn't been part of the bargain. He could understand the necessity of the diaper, but how did it help for him not to use the bathroom? He'd obviously have to ask about that in a minute. He returned to the sink near the door, picked up his diaper, and briefly considered using the powder before he rejected this idea. It smelled like babies, and he didn't want to be reminded of how infantile this whole thing was every time he took a breath. So next he took off his shoes, undid and removed his jeans, and pulled his boxers down and off. He was ready, he guessed. Derek stared at the diaper on the sink counter, then picked it up and tried to discern how it was supposed to be put on. He hadn't ever babysat, had no younger siblings, and couldn't remember his own diaper usage from his childhood, so he was working entirely from scratch. He opened it up, correctly surmised the purpose of the tapes, but saw that the tapes could be fastened either in the front or the back. He tried to slip it through his legs as he stood there in front of the mirror, but he had no luck. He needed more hands. It was only once he'd sat down on it that he realized the tapes had to fasten in front for him to put it on himself at all, since he couldn't reach the back like that. He actually managed to get it on properly, which was a relief. The last thing he wanted was for Mrs. Williams to have to help him. He didn’t want to feel any more like a baby. After he stood up, Derek readjusted the tapes so the diaper wouldn't slide back down his legs. He looked at himself in the mirror now, standing there in his t-shirt and diaper, and was so embarrassed for having to go through this. Imagine having wet his bed! He wouldn't have believed it had he not seen the spot on the sheets. Facing this "solution" was far harder than any of his classes. He put his pants back on, not wanting Mrs. Williams to see him like this. It was bad enough she'd know he was wearing the diaper at all. He gathered his shoes and underwear and walked to the bathroom door, hearing for the first time the rustle of the plastic of the diaper under his jeans. It made him cringe. When he reentered the hallway, she was waiting right where he'd left her, and her expression as he approached seemed odd. Her eyes gleamed, and her face radiated happiness, as if she actually enjoyed seeing him in a diaper. Well, he thought, she is protecting her mattress and keeping a tenant; she ought to be somewhat satisfied. "Alright," Derek said to the floor. "I'm all set. I'm going to bed." "Not yet," she told him cheerfully. "First I need you to take those silly pants off and let me see just how well you did with the diaper. It doesn't help at all if it's not on properly," she explained as he stared at her incredulously. Derek’s face flushed deep red as he accommodated her, his hands slowly undoing his buckle and zipper and letting his jeans drop to the ground in front of her. "You can just step out of those," Mrs. Williams said quickly. "You shan't need them around here at night, after all." His face aflame, he did so, deciding already that he would never be able to tell anybody, not even his family, about this humiliating experience. He'd come to college to grow up, but now look at him! She knelt in front of him, her face uncomfortably close to his diaper as she inspected his handiwork. He nearly fainted as she reached out and retaped two of the tapes, and he bit his lip when her fingers tugged at the leg elastic and gently pulled the waist up before deciding she was satisfied. "Not too bad, for your first time. It'll get easier, I'm sure. You'll be allowed to continue diapering yourself for now, unless I notice you having any difficulty with the job." Derek refused to imagine this. "Now stand there for just another moment, please," she instructed him before disappearing back inside her bedroom and reappearing with what looked to him like a huge pair of plastic underwear. She couldn't mean… "These are plastic pants, for you to wear over your diaper," Mrs. Williams explained, holding them down to the floor, obviously meaning for him to step into them. "Hold on," Derek said, getting a little overwhelmed. "I didn't agree to this." "But they're totally necessary," she said. "All diapers leak, especially at night, and then all of our efforts will be for nothing. Come on, you're already wearing the diaper; these are hardly any worse." He sighed and stepped into the legs of the plastic pants, which she expertly tugged up his legs. "Wait," he protested. "They don't fit. They're way too tight." "No, no," she said, snapping the waistband up above his diaper. "That's how they prevent leaks." She spun him around to inspect the rear. He felt a slight tug at the waistband, but didn't suspect anything unusual until he heard the distinct clicking of a lock snapping shut. "Hey! What's that?" Derek cried, craning his neck around to see what had just been done to him. "Don't worry," she cooed to him. "It's just a little lock. I have to know you won't take all of this off during the night. You might not even mean to, but things could get dislodged as you toss and turn in your sleep, and my mattress could end up getting wet. You wouldn't want that, would you?" He tested the waist of the plastic pants. It was not uncomfortably tight, but would not give at all. "Well, no, of course not," he said uncertainly. This was more than he'd bargained for, but what could he do? "This is why I made sure you used the bathroom,” Mrs. Williams said. “I didn't want to surprise you, you see. Of course, if you still need to go during the night, you could always use this thing; that's what it was meant for.” She stood up and stepped back, inspecting her work. "Now, doesn’t that feel secure? It might be a little inconvenient, but I have to be able to keep an eye on my little bedwetter, don't I? He cringed at the term. Mrs. Williams went on, “I have the key, of course, and in the morning I'll be more than willing to unlock you so you can get ready for school.” He breathed a sigh of relief. He certainly didn’t want to be seen outside this house in a diaper. “And don't worry,” she continued. “You'll get used to all this; in a couple of weeks, it'll all be second nature to come to me each night for a fresh diaper and your plastic panties. It may seem odd now, but it all makes perfect sense, and you'll get used to it.” "Now let's get some sleep, okay?" And with that, Derek watched her disappear into her bedroom and close the door. He stood there in the hall for a moment, trying to absorb his present situation, but he couldn't. He wandered back into the bathroom, noting that the crinkly sound from the diaper was slightly muted now, and he stared at himself again in the mirror. Now he stared at the balloon-like plastic pants he wore, the white translucent material still affording him a view of his diaper. He could see the lock on the back now, but couldn't reach it, nor did he have the key. He wondered where it was, but only idly, since he guessed that letting himself out would be construed as bad faith, and he would be tossed out the door. Indeed, the only shred of dignity to which he clung was the fact that he had managed to keep himself off the street tonight. Ah, well. His ego would heal itself in time, and this was only a very temporary situation. Chapter 2 He headed back to his bedroom, and thought wryly about her invitation to use the diaper for its intended purpose. Right! How embarrassing would that be, to face her in the morning not only in a diaper but in a *used* diaper? He couldn't be *paid* to submit himself to such humiliation. And how comfortable could it be? So although he was a little worried about his nightly habit of using the toilet in the middle of the night, he still resolved not to use his diaper. He'd simply have to train himself out of that habit for a while. He wasn't surprised to find that he didn't sleep too well that night. The diaper and plastic pants were too new and strange as sensations: bulky yet tight, and warmer than he'd expected. He saw, by the morning, why the powder had been recommended. And he really ended up missing his midnight bathroom trip. By the time his alarm went off in the morning his bladder felt very full, and he eagerly sought out the lady, who was in the kitchen, to unlock him. She did so, and had him remove his plastic pants and give them to her before giving him leave to run to the bathroom. As he struggled out of his plastic pants, she glanced at the indicator strip on the diaper. "Didn't use it? You might as well, you know: you'd never be able to tell it’s wet. They make such good diapers these days. And think how much more comfortable you'd be during the night, especially toward morning. Anyway, you're free to change yourself now. Just bring me the diaper when you're through, and I'll show you what to do with it." He half-grunted a reply as he dashed off to the bathroom, where he quickly ripped off the diaper and relieved himself in the toilet. He also had his morning bowel movement, an event so regular it had been a joke at home throughout his life. Every morning, without fail, sometimes before, often during, and if not, then immediately after breakfast each and every morning. His family at home had nearly been able to set their clocks by it. After a shower, he dressed and headed back out to the kitchen, carrying his diaper with him. She was cleaning her breakfast dishes at the sink, and he cleared his throat to tell her he was back. He held the used diaper awkwardly toward her; she showed him how to wrap it up in itself, and a special little diaper pail in the kitchen where he was to deposit the previous night's diaper when he had removed it. He was to wrap the diaper in front of her and deposit it there each morning. "But you don't really have to throw it away," he protested. "I didn't use it, you know." "You let me worry about that," she chided. "I don't like my boys to wear the same diaper two nights in a row, regardless of whether or not they used it. It just isn't right." He was late for classes, so he just shrugged and left. On his way to campus, though, he wondered about her comment. "Her boys?" What did that mean? There wasn't anyone else in that house, he knew. She must have had some sons when she was younger. Great, he thought. I get to be lumped in with diaper-wearing toddlers just because I wet the bed one time. That night went much the same as the previous night: he went to her when he was ready for bed, he received a diaper, went into the bathroom and peed. This night, though, he put a small amount of the baby powder on his inner thighs to cut down on the sweating he did the night before, and was surprised to experience a flood of remote feelings from his childhood return as he inhaled that infantile perfume. Weird, he thought. He managed to put the diaper on a little more quickly tonight, then went out into the hall to have the diaper adjusted and to have his plastic pants put on and locked. Tonight she complimented him on how nice he smelled, causing him to blush; apparently the powder brought back memories for her as well, he thought. She wished him good night and he went to bed. Again he had trouble sleeping, although he had to admit the powder helped. But his bladder was again uncomfortable as the night went on, and he tossed and turned as morning approached. When she unlocked him that morning, her comments returned to the subject of using the diaper. "I don't understand why you don't just use the diaper instead of being uncomfortable. It doesn't matter, since we always throw the diaper away anyway, no matter whether you use it or not. *I* certainly don't care whether it's used or not. It’s not like I’m going to let you out of diapers if you stay dry. You’ve got nothing to prove to me. Oh, well, no sense arguing: it's *you* that's uncomfortable." Chapter 3 After a week of wearing the diapers at night, he began to get more comfortable with them, managing to sleep fairly well, at least in the beginning of the night. He'd used more and more powder each night, as he discovered how nice it felt, and he began not to notice the smell as much. Derek was even starting to retrain his body not to need the midnight bathroom trip anymore, mostly by restricting fluids after dinner. That way, he wasn't tempted to use the diaper, and he felt slightly less embarrassed about his diaper-wearing that way. He noted the fact that he hadn't wet the bed since that one night, which reinforced his impression that it must have been a fluke. On Friday of that week, he was invited to a party on campus by several of his second-year classmates. He was happy about this opportunity to get his social life in gear, and about the prospect of drinking, which he had done only sporadically in high school and in minimal amounts. He politely informed his landlord, who simply asked him to keep things quiet upon his return that night. She told him to wake her, if she was asleep, for his diaper; she didn't mind, she said. So he went off and happily found that beer was readily accessible in the fraternities, even to underage guys like himself. His inexperience, however, led to the consumption of a bit too much alcohol, and after several beers, he couldn't remember why drinking so much was a bad idea. He walked home at one, and was surprised to find Mrs. Williams still up, reading. He was afraid she'd make a big deal about smelling like beer, but she said nothing, handing him his diaper as usual. His foremost thought, as he went through the motions of peeing and then putting his diaper on, was that he'd gotten too buzzed. Not being an experienced drinker, Derek was nervous about having a hangover tomorrow; he'd asked a friend how to prevent post- party headaches, and the friend had advised him to replace fluids, since dehydration led to many of the hangover symptoms. So once he had his diaper on, he drank deeply from the bathroom tap, until he was satisfied that he'd done all that he could. Mrs. Williams smiled as she handed him his plastic pants, but she still didn't say anything. She'd smelled the beer, and heard the water, and she suspected that tonight would be a special night for him. But he still hadn't figured out why the beer and water might have been a bad idea. When he awoke at about three, however, his bladder ready to burst, he quickly realized his mistake. It was actually painful, and much as he tried, he couldn't drift off back to sleep again. Fully awake, he thought about what he could do about his problem. He could try to hold out until morning, which seemed impossible at this moment. He could wake up Mrs. Williams and beg for use of the bathroom, but considering all of her urging to use the diaper, he (correctly) thought that she wouldn't be pleased to be awakened for such a reason. No, he knew his fate was decided, and his face burned with embarrassment even thinking about it. For the first time since he was a baby, he was going to have to "use" a diaper. The pain convinced him to do it sooner rather than later, so he took a deep breath and pushed his diaphragm down, forcing the urine in his bladder out his urethra into the waiting diaper. He felt a warmth spread between his legs, and was surprised when it didn't really feel that bad. It spread through his whole diaper area, to his bottom and to the front. Before he knew it, the pain was gone, and the warmth of the wet diaper sent him drifting back to sleep… He woke up at eight thirty that morning, his bladder once again full. By this time, however, his diaper *was* not feeling very comfortable, now being rather cold and damp. He gingerly got out of bed, noting thankfully that the plastic pants had done their job. He felt the wet disposable diaper cling to his skin, and he made his way as quickly as possible to the kitchen, where he knew he'd find Mrs. Williams. She was indeed there, and as she caught sight of him waddling in with a saggy, boggy diaper, she let out what was apparently a shriek of joy. Derek suddenly regained his self-consciousness, which had been momentarily suppressed by his discomfort. He realized he was there in front of her with a visibly wet diaper! How embarrassing. And she was anything but discrete about it. "Well, well," she chirped happily. "Finally getting some good use out of those, I see. Glad to know I'm not wasting my time and money. Wow, and a thorough job, too, she said as she unlocked him. "It's not that bad, is it? Well, congratulations." He said nothing, but scurried away to the bathroom to make himself more comfortable. He could think of nothing but his embarrassment at having been seen in a wet diaper. It took some courage after he had showered and dressed to return to the kitchen for breakfast. But he discovered, when he did, that she had prepared a huge meal for him, the first time she had ever done such a thing. He was surprised and pleased, but felt sheepish about handing over his heavy wet diaper to her. He was also embarrassed to have to ask his next question: "How do I, um, clean those plastic pants? They, uh, got a little wet, too." But Mrs. Williams sang, "Oh, never mind them. Just leave them in the bathroom and I'll make sure they're cleaned. Don't give them another thought: it's not at all a big deal." And, happy not to have to deal with them, he sat down for his breakfast. Her special hospitality that day didn't end there. She cooked the other meals for him and did his laundry, and he really had to admit that he liked the help and attention. That night, of course, he did not wet his diaper, and the next day she hardly spoke to him at all. The difference in her attitude was obvious, and he thought it odd. She clearly wanted him to wet his diaper at night, but *why* would she want that? The best answer that he could come up with, considering her frugal nature, was that if he wet at night, then she wasn't "wasting" her money on diapers that weren't used. He had to admit that as weird as she was, he did like her, and he certainly did appreciate her help with chores, which left him more time to study and relax. So...what would be the harm in indulging her a little? She'd already seen Derek in a wet diaper, and she didn't mind. Plus, without his midnight bathroom break he did get uncomfortable toward morning. Why not take advantage? He therefore began presenting a wet diaper to Mrs. Williams every morning, and every morning she would coo and fuss, and that evening he'd have a good dinner and help with favors and chores. This went on for several weeks, and just as wetting a diaper every night seemed more and more routine, so, too, did he forget about finding a new place to live. She made the rest of his life so pleasant that he almost didn't mind the weird diaper thing, which to him grew less and less weird as time went on. He got to where he wouldn't even pause before peeing in his diaper if he woke during the night, and even found himself thankful for the diaper, since he didn't have to get out of bed to use the bathroom. Chapter 4 One morning, after he'd been wearing diapers at night for a month, he woke up with a modestly wet diaper, and sleepily went off looking for the lady to unlock him. When he couldn't find her in the kitchen or den, he stumbled back to her bedroom, where the door was shut. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He wandered out into the living room and wondered what to do, and his eyes drifted outside to the empty space in her driveway. She was gone! This was upsetting, since he had to get ready and leave for class soon, but he trusted that she'd be back soon. For now, though, he was annoyed at having to rearrange his morning routine, since he couldn't shower right away like he usually did. And he had to pee. Luckily, *that* wasn't a problem, though, he smiled to himself as he released his urine into his damp diaper. It warmed comfortably, and he didn't notice how he’d started enjoying the feeling. The diaper was now sagging pretty seriously, though, and he suspected that it might be close to its saturation point. He hoped she came home soon. Deciding he needed to do something productive or he would be late for class, he sat down in his wet diaper and ate a bowl of cereal, consciously missing a cooked meal. As he ate he thought about the day ahead. It was an important day for one of his classes, a seminar that started at nine and lasted all morning. Today they would receive midterm paper topics and exam instructions for the midterm test in a couple weeks. He couldn't miss today. He finished his cereal and, since there was still no sign of her, began to worry in earnest. He had to get to class! And soon, he knew, he'd have another big problem. His morning bowel movement, regular as clockwork, often hit him with an urge that was strong enough to make him run to the bathroom in the middle of breakfast (a fact that had not gone unnoticed by the landlady). The idea of using his diaper for that revolted him. and this was a possibility he did not want to face. He knew such a thing had to smell horrendously, be very uncomfortable, and be far too embarrassing to let *her* see or smell. No, that was a bridge he couldn't, and wouldn't, cross, today or ever. He got up and went back into the living room, staring out the picture window toward the street, wishing her home. Suddenly that urge hit. And true to form, it hit hard. He looked around, panicked. He tugged at his chained waist. But of course it wouldn’t give a bit. A cramp hit him hard. And then he knew. He was going to have an accident. Only he wasn't sure if it could be called an "accident" if he was wearing a diaper. He shuddered at the thought. The urge got worse. He'd never tried waiting and seeing if it went away; he wondered if it could. But it didn't now. It worsened until he had to concentrate on *not* relieving his bowels. He wondered again what a messy diaper would feel like. For how long could he last, after all? Not four hours like this! He wouldn't even be able to walk to class like this. And it worsened still. He managed to walk slowly back to the lady's bedroom. Surely she'd forgive him if he found the key to his panties and unlocked himself just this once. He tried the door, but it was locked. And heavy: he couldn't break it down even if he had wanted to., He didn't want to try, though, for he had a hunch that so much effort might very well make him fill his diaper. His watch said eight forty-five now. This was terrible. He'd never felt as uncomfortable and miserable as he did now. He looked for her car again. No luck. The feeling hadn't eased a bit. It was no use, he knew. A little voice in his head, which sounded suspiciously like the lady's, told him to do the logical thing and mess his diaper. It was a diaper, after all. Another voice chimed in that the lady wouldn't mind if he did; she was odd enough that she would probably even like it, and who knew what she'd cook for him then? In response he allowed himself the small luxury of relaxing his sphincter just a little to see what it felt like, and before he could stop what was happening (he realized it was all over now) his bowel movement pushed its way out into his diaper. The first moments felt heavenly, he thought, as the pressure inside was released, but then as he felt the mess collect and push itself around in the seat of his diaper, felt his diaper fill and pull slightly, felt the warm mushy heat surround his buttocks, it started to dawn on him what he had just done. He'd just deliberately pooped in his diaper. And now that the initial relief had passed, he began to be utterly disgusted with the sensations from within the diaper. How could he have done such a thing? Derek waddled out to the front room carefully, so as not to force the load in his diaper into motion, but was disappointed to see that the lady's car was still missing. A wave of horror washed over him as he realized that he still *had* to go to class, and that now he would have to walk around, talk to classmates and professors, and sit in this sopping, messy diaper he'd created. What if someone saw it? Smelled it? Heard it? And sitting in it for several hours was not something he looked forward to. He cursed, loudly and repeatedly, but that didn't help much. And he had to leave right away, or he'd be late, on top of everything else. Walking in late, with everyone's attention on him, was just the initial impression he didn't want to make, so he tried to hurry. He waddled into his room, feeling his diaper's load shift with every step. As he put his jeans on and bent over to pull them up, his BM smoothly spread itself out over his cheeks and between his legs. He grimaced, knowing that this feeling was only the beginning. He quickly found the longest shirt he owned, hoping to cover up his horrible secret. He finished dressing and waddled to class as normally and as quickly as he could. He was not late, but was not early enough that he felt obligated to talk to anyone. He just chose a seat in the back, and silently endured the three hour seminar, trying not to move or draw attention to himself. He was miserable and humiliated as he counted the minutes to the end of class. He nearly cried twice. He was just so grateful no one seemed to notice him. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe the plastic pants helped contain the smell? At the end, he sprinted from the class back home, ignoring the discomfort this caused him, just wanting to get home and changed as soon as possible. Derek felt relieved, angry, and embarrassed when he saw her car in the driveway. He tried to picture how she'd react, and he almost dreaded the possibility that she wouldn't be grossed out, or might actually be happy at his predicament. She was making lunch when he waddled in silently. He needed to be unlocked, but he was so angry and embarrassed about his condition that he didn't know how to start a conversation. She heard him enter, though, and greeted him. A moment later she sniffed the air and asked if he smelled anything strange. He nodded slightly and looked away. She came over to him and took one of his hands. "Is there something wrong?" she asked him tenderly, sensing he was upset. That maternal action muddled up his emotions, and he inadvertently released his frustration in a flood of tears. "Where *were* you this morning?" he choked. He was pissed off at himself for crying, but couldn't help it. The day had been so bad. She sat him down and pulled him close. "Oh, my little boy, it's alright. I'm here now. What happened this morning? Did you have a little accident?" He sniffed and nodded into her arms, letting her sleeves soak up his tears. "It's okay. Everybody has accidents, and everybody has a messy diaper once in a while. It's no big deal. I'm here now. It's alright." She kept cooing to him and stroking his hair until he stopped crying. "Is it uncomfortable?" she asked sympathetically. He nodded. "And smelly?" He nodded again, aware that he had regressed for a few minutes, but feeling that it was appropriate under these circumstances. It felt so nice to be cared for. "But you don't need to be embarrassed, okay? Because everybody has dirty diapers once in a while, right? Okay. Don't worry about it. Let's just get you changed, okay?" He nodded, but looked at her reluctantly. "What? Do you need me to help, or can you do it yourself? It can be a big job, you know." He finally found his voice. "No, no, it's okay. I'll do it." "Fine. As you know, the wipes are in the bathroom. Use as many as you need to to get yourself clean. And be thorough, okay? Messes can lead to a rash pretty quickly." He nodded, embarrassed. "And just bring me your diaper and your baby pants afterward. Now let's get you unlocked. I've got the key right here." He took off his shoes, then undid his jeans and removed them. He saw that his disposable had leaked badly into the plastic pants, allowing a brownish fluid to accumulate in them, and he knew she could see this as well. But she didn't mention it. She just unlocked his pants and patted him gently on the bottom. He then went into the bathroom to spend ten of the most disgusting minutes of his life removing the diaper and its contents from his bottom and legs. He used dozens of baby wipes as well as toilet paper, and afterward he showered, thoroughly washing his diaper area as she had said. After he dressed, he brought out the disgusting diaper to the kitchen, where the lady had him put it in a ziplock baggie and deposit it into the trash. She smilingly told him that once again, she'd take care of his "baby pants," a term she'd started using so gradually that he hadn't even noticed it. Chapter 5 He was feeling much better about life since he had showered, and when he caught sight of the meal she'd prepared for him, he was genuinely elated. It was great! He was grateful to her for making such a bad situation turn out so well; she was a good mom, he thought to himself before he could stop himself. Landlady, he corrected himself. Or friend, or whatever. Anyway, she was nice. And her kindness took another noticeable step up in intensity after this incident, he noticed. She now cooked all of his meals, drove him wherever he needed to go, did all the housekeeping chores, and even rented movies she thought he'd like on the weekends. He refused to think of it as a reward for having messed his diaper; that was an absurd explanation. She was probably just recognizing that the incident had brought them closer together. And he liked the new benefits, so he didn't think about it too critically. It was just a few days later (after several uneventful, wet nights) when he found himself talking to a classmate, a sophomore girl (who naturally intimidated him). The subject of housing came up. She asked him where he lived, and, wanting to make a good impression, he tried to describe the location of the house. She looked confused, and said, "Not in the baby house, though, right?" A little chill went down his spine. "What do you mean?" She told him that there was an older woman in one of those houses on Oak Street who, every year, tried to snare a freshman boy, turning him into her "baby." "It's pretty freaky, I've got to say, although for all I know it's just a rumor. But the rumor is that she puts the guy into baby diapers, baby clothes, makes him sleep in a crib, eat baby food, everything. Supposedly once a guy gets caught by her, he's hers until he graduates. It hasn't happened for a year or two, so I haven't seen it, only heard about it from upperclassmen. But can you imagine? “Apparently they get sucked in during freshman year before they know better, and somehow get trapped. I don't really understand why they don't walk away. Maybe they like it, but I can't imagine why. I'd bet they'd get teased, you know? Anyway, it's weird. I'd watch out," she laughed playfully, obviously either not taking the rumors seriously, or not suspecting him of being in that house. Derek laughed, too, trying to cover up his anxiety. He thought she must be talking about his landlady. Later, he thought about it carefully. Could the rumors be true? They had to be talking about her; how many other women on his street put their boarders in diapers? But he only wore the diapers at night, and none of the other stuff was true. The stories were too fantastic to be true, he thought. What had happened to him had probably happened to someone else at some point in the past, and someone had found out and blown the whole thing out of proportion. It was probably like a typical game of "telephone", when rumors get exaggerated naturally. Besides, Mrs. Williams was nice. A little eccentric, but not wacko. The two of them had a very nice relationship, and he trusted her, so he didn't see a reason to panic and move out. At the most he'd just keep his eyes open. And for the next week, the last week before midterms, everything was, indeed, as "normal" as ever: he put on a clean diaper at night, and would present her with a wet one the next morning. His nervousness about midterms, his first college tests, was growing. Derek was glad to learn that a big bash was scheduled for the weekend before midterms started, the traditional way on campus to blow off steam before exams. He went, of course, and unfortunately had his first real experience with out-of-control drinking. By the time he stumbled home at two in the morning, he could hardly balance himself. He pushed his way along walls, received his diaper from a rather alarmed landlady, and fell into the bathroom to pee and put his diaper on. He peed, and peed a great amount, but in a very inaccurate way. Then he slumped down on the bathroom floor to try to put his diaper on. He fumbled with the diaper, getting lots of powder on the tapes so that they wouldn't stick. And in his intoxicated state, he couldn't figure out what to do about it, so he did the best he could. He stood up, and it was on backwards, and the tapes wouldn't stick, and he basically had to hold the diaper up with his hands. But he didn't care: he had to get to bed to stop the world from spinning. He managed to stumble out into the hall to face Mrs. Williams. She said something about his diaper and he said he *couldn't* do it right and didn't want to try and could she please just give him the goddamned pants so he could go to the fucking bed. He just watched as the expression on her face changed, and he was led back into the bathroom and seated on the floor. The lady disappeared for a moment, and when she returned she had another diaper. She pushed him back down to the floor, and he just let her do it: it felt nice to lie down, and he was just barely aware of the fact that she removed the bad diaper, put the new one under his bottom, spread lots of powder all over and drew the diaper up between his legs and taped it. With some difficulty she got him standing and retaped the diaper properly, then got him into his baby pants. She looked toward the toilet and said something about his peeing on the floor, but he was too out of it to understand. She said something else and then led him to his bed, where he immediately went to sleep. Chapter 6 He awoke the next morning with a very wet diaper and muddled memories of the night before. He had a bad headache, and he took two aspirins before heading to the kitchen to get Mrs. Williams to unlock him. He immediately saw that she was not in a good mood; this was not something he needed this morning. He brusquely asked her to unlock him so he could change, but she said they needed to talk. Once they were both seated she looked at him sadly. "Do you even know what happened last night?" He shook his head, as it was slightly easier than talking. "Well, I'd better tell you, because we have to deal with it somehow, I'm afraid." Derek was getting the same feeling he used to get when his mother punished him as a little boy, an ominous, foreboding sense that he had been bad but hadn't even known it. "I'm assuming you may have been a little drunk last night?" He nodded. "Well, you peed all over my bathroom, I'm afraid. It's still there if you want to go look." He stared at his feet, not wanting to go look at that piece of handiwork. He was sure she was right, for that sounded slightly familiar. "Not only that, but you cursed several times at me. And you were completely unable to put your diaper on by yourself, which, of course, I had to remedy. Do you remember any of this?" He did, slightly, to his humiliation. She had seen him naked, and had put his diaper on for him. Oh, boy. He nodded. "Well, the first thing is that you wanted to be responsible for putting on your own diapers. Suddenly you're shirking that responsibility, and that's a big problem. I have to know that you're wearing that diaper each and every night, and that you're wearing it properly. Leaks don't help us at all, you know. So if you can't be trusted with that responsibility, I'm afraid I'll just have to assume it." He tried to think of something to say, anything to protest, but she went right on. "Let me finish. Second, as you know, toilet usage is a privilege, not a right. I'd have thought you of all people would have known that," she said, looking pointedly at his diaper. "You have to earn that privilege, and I don’t think you should be allowed in my bathrooms anymore. Normally, that would create quite a problem for a tenant, but in your situation, it would seem as though we have a clear and established alternative available." Again she glanced at his diaper. "My point is that I'm afraid we need to deal with these issues right away to assure that last night's fiasco cannot ever be repeated. As I see it, we need to make two changes. First, I will change your diaper from now on. It's easier for you and I don't mind, especially since I have the extra piece of mind knowing it's done right every time.” Derek swallowed. It was one thing to have her rescue him when he was blind drunk, and he was still embarrassed that she saw him naked under those circumstances. Now she wanted to change him every time? He wasn’t sure--- “Second, you make the small step of going from wearing diapers at night to wearing them all the time whenever you're in my house. We do both of these, and we're completely covered." Mrs. Williams paused. "The trouble is, I know it might be difficult for a boy like you to get used to these ideas, and I haven't yet made up my mind what to do. What do *you* think?" Derek sat with his mouth open. He certainly hadn't expected anything like this, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You can't be serious," he said, rubbing his eyes. His head hurt so much. "Of course I am," she replied. "But you're obviously in shock, and I can appreciate that. I'm not unreasonable. So how about we only do *one* of those two things. And to make it easier for you, you get to pick which one. Okay?" He was still staring into space. "Now look at it from my perspective. I have to know my bathroom won't get abused and that my bed doesn't get damaged, right?" He nodded, conceding this point. "And something has to be done in the wake of last night, don't you agree?" He admitted to himself, with some shame, that it had been quite a performance. He nodded again to her. Something probably needed to be done. But this? "Now, it is my house, and I make the rules. If you can't follow them, you can always leave, as we've discussed. But I like you, and I think you've enjoyed living here. I'd like to work this out, if possible. Because otherwise you're a good tenant, and I'd like you to stay. So take a look at those two options and try to pick one. I'll give you some time to decide.” Mrs. Williams rose from the table, then turned back to him. “Until you decide, though, of course, I'll need to keep you in this diaper, since the result of your decision will dictate how and into what you will be changed. So you go think about it, and tell me when you've decided." She left him sitting at the kitchen table. Derek put his throbbing head down on the table. She'd done it to him again, he realized. She'd sprung something so absurd at him, so suddenly (and right before midterms), that he didn't have any options. He had to study full-time; he had no time to apartment-hunt. He couldn't afford to be homeless right now, so he knew he had to play her game. But she couldn't have planned it this way, right? She was odd, but not devious; he thought he knew that. But the timing was certainly uncanny. So he went back to his room, sat on his bed, and tried to decide which of the two choices was less heinous. He thought about what it would be like for her to change all of his diapers. Pretty big intrusion into his privacy! But then, she'd already done it once. Of course, he'd been drunk and hadn't been that aware of the experience. If he wore a diaper only at night, it would just be clean and wet diapers she'd deal with, not the really embarrassing messy ones. What about the other option? It was absolutely unthinkable. He'd gotten so he didn't mind the night diapers, but that was because they were only partially functional, and then only by choice. Wearing diapers all the time had the air of being totally reduced to baby status, which was too much. He had no interest in having to "earn" toilet privileges. Plus it would obviously mean one or more dirty diapers a day, and a high likelihood of having to wear them out and around again (because what were the odds of her being home every single time he went out?). Furthermore, he knew either of these choices would be embarrassing, but the former choice would be over after several minutes each day and would be confined to night usage, while the latter would obviously be humiliating all the time. So he decided to go with option number one, while telling himself it would only last a week or at most two weeks, until midterms were over and he could find a new place to live. He liked the house, and he appreciated Mrs. Williams, but things were getting a bit weird. Still, he could put up with anything for a week or two. Chapter 7 He waddled out in his wet diaper and told her he wanted the diaper changing option. She sighed contentedly and said, "I'm so happy you'll be staying. I didn't want to drive you away, but I felt something had to be done. And it won't be *that* bad, will it? Sometimes it's nice to sit back and let someone else do the work. Right?" Derek nodded sullenly. His hangover had not been helped by this. He felt a little numbed by the whole experience; it seemed surreal. Mrs. Williams, on the other hand, seemed elated that the issue had been settled. She hugged him; he responded only minimally. "Whoops!" she exclaimed. "I'd better get that wet diaper off of you!" She strode to the other end of the house; he followed tentatively. He felt uncomfortable about the whole thing, assuming this new, passive role. But *she* apparently felt totally comfortable with her new role, and waited for him in the bathroom. He stepped into the room, and she unlocked his pants. He started to pull the baby pants down but she playfully slapped his hands away and did it for him. "Okay, just sit down on the floor while I get out your baby wipes." "You know, I can do this," he said, embarrassed to be so obviously treated like a baby, even as he obeyed her instructions. "I know, but we made a deal. Now lay back and pull your knees up." He sighed and did so, staring off into space, trying to pretend he wasn't there. What would his family think of this? Humming, she leaned over and untaped his wet diaper and pulled it down through his legs, exposing him. She whistled at how wet his diaper was as she opened the baby wipes and pulled one out. "Um, you really don't need to do that," he said anxiously. "I'm just going to shower." "Well, I feel like it's my responsibility," she said, looking at his face through his knees. "I want to leave you as clean after the diapers as you were before. Or even cleaner. Besides, I've *got* all those baby wipes; I may as well use them." And she started at his waist, firmly and quickly covering his skin and gently scrubbing away the remains of the wetness and powder. She did his thighs, his penis, scrotum, and then set that wipe aside. "Okay, now spread some more and lift your knees all the way to your face, please," she directed as she prepared another wipe. "Is this really necessary?" he asked, dreading her next actions. "Yes," she said rather shortly. So he did it, exposing the rest of his most private areas to her. She wiped down his hips and worked her way into his crack, which she held open with one hand and cleaned with the other. This was so embarrassing. She pulled the wet diaper out from under him and replaced it with a clean towel. He dropped his legs instinctively. She picked up the wet diaper and folded it up, saying, "There. That was easy, right? A lot less for you to worry about. We'll be doing this twice a day." Mrs. Williams looked thoughtful. "It's so uncomfortable and cold down here on the floor. I wonder if I could find some sort of table that is more appropriate. Perhaps there are yard sales somewhere today." She started to walk out, but then stopped and turned back to him. "One other thing. For now, I think this will work out fine," she told the naked boy on the bathroom floor (who was trying to hide his genitalia and look dignified). "But anymore slip-ups with the toilet and I'll really have to enforce the other rule as well. Understand?” Derek forced himself to nod. He just wanted this experience to end. “Good,” she said. “And finally, I *do* need that floor and toilet cleaned before lunch today. Now why don't you shower and I'll make some breakfast." She disappeared with the wet diaper, and he was left on the floor to ponder his new living situation. But it was too bizarre. He couldn't really accept it. He tried to see it as a necessary evil during exams, to be remedied later. In fact, he decided to put it out of his mind altogether, and not to let it bother him. He'd ignore it and bear the burden for a week or two, and then move. He had mixed feelings about moving, surprisingly, because of his affection for the landlady. But there were limits to how weird he'd let things get. He shook his head, showered, and got to work studying in his room after an elaborate breakfast. He noticed that Mrs. Williams’ mood was now bordering on mania, and eventually her high spirits brought him around, too (or perhaps it was the aspirin finally kicking in). He knew she wanted him to be happy, and it took a while, but he obliged eventually. Chapter 8 Later in the day Derek heard some loud noises, like furniture being moved, and he emerged from his room to discover that the landlady had somehow brought a large table-like thing into the third, yet-unused bedroom. It looked like an examination table, four feet high and about three and a half wide by six feet long. Covered with a brownish vinyl material, it had several drawers on the side facing away from the wall. She saw him step closer to look, and she beamed with pride. "Pretty good for a garage sale, huh?" she asked, obviously excited and pleased. “And the seller delivered it for an extra $10.” "Yeah, I guess. It's in good shape....but what *is* it?" he asked, confused. Mrs. Williams laughed. "I guess if you don't know, you'll have to wait until bedtime tonight to find out. But it's warmer than the floor!" Then he realized. It was an adult-sized changing table, for him. As she stood next to it he could see it was the perfect height for her to work on him. His first reaction was, strangely, one of shared happiness: yes, this *would* make things easier and more comfortable for both of them. But it also embarrassed him, that he would require such furniture for his diapering needs. He shook his head and decided he couldn’t think about that right now. He needed to get back to studying. His preoccupation with his work must have been what prevented him from seeing this table as the permanentization of his new, more infantile status. That realization wouldn't come until later. The midterm week was difficult, but passed, of course. His exams were tough, but his landlady's help allowed him to study a lot, since he didn't have to concentrate on chores or meals. And while, by the end of the week, he wasn't excited about the diaper changings with Mrs. Williams, he now tolerated the routine, and his embarrassment about the whole thing had lessened somewhat. She clearly looked forward to the changing sessions, cooing and humming throughout them. They would also talk, and during this busy and stressful time, it might be the only talking he did, which was a nice break from studying. So it became more tolerable for him, if not downright enjoyable. His last exam was Friday morning, and he had had to study most of the night for it. When it was over, he was exhausted from the lack of sleep and the cumulative effects of the week. On his way back home, he could think of nothing better than taking a long afternoon nap, and when he got home, that's exactly what he did. It was a glorious nap, and didn't end until about four that afternoon, when he became aware of someone looking at him as he slept. He opened his eyes with alarm, jerking awake to the sight of the Mrs. Williams. She was sitting in his desk chair, staring at him intently. When she saw him awaken she shook her head sadly. He correctly took this as a bad omen, and sat up, worried. "You scared me to death! What's wrong? What are you doing?" Derek asked, still drowsy and confused. She kept shaking her head, saying, "I really am sorry it came to this, because I really like you, and I know it's been hard for you getting used to the diapers." He was now wide awake. "I wish rules weren't rules, but..." She trailed off. "What? What?!" he said, sensing something bad was happening. He searched his tired brain for something he had done wrong. He couldn't think of anything. "Before we get to that, did you finish your exams? Good. Congratulations. So I'm betting you were tired, and had a nap? Great, I hope it was nice..." She was rambling slightly. He asked again what was wrong. "Well, let's see if you can figure this out. Where are you now?" "Right here." "Right. But specifically?" "On my bed, talking to you." "And were you just sleeping in your bed?" "Well, yeah. You saw me." "Yes, I did. Does anything strike you funny about the way you napped in this bed?" He thought for a moment, playing her little game. Knowing her, it probably had to do with diapers. She couldn't mean that he should have been wearing one for his nap? Yes, he thought: that's exactly what she meant. She saw him figure it out, and nodded. "But you said that I only had to wear a diaper at night!" he objected. "No, I certainly did not. *We* agreed that you would wear a diaper *in bed.* We want to prevent you from wetting the bed. That's a definite possibility any time you are asleep in that bed. Right? Look at me. Right?" "But it was a nap," he whined. "Oh, come on. You can do better than that." She was right. He was behaving like a child. He paused as he thought about how to approach this problem like an adult. "Okay. You're right. I'm sorry. Now I know. It won't happen again." Mrs. Williams looked at him and smiled appreciatively at his attempt. "I know that, but unfortunately that's not enough. We need to decide together on a fair punishment." He groaned. He could have expected this. "Such as?" She paused. "I think we both know what needs to be done. I let you off the hook before, but now I don't think there's any way around it," she said sadly. He shook his head. "I will *not* wear diapers all the time. That's too much," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "You ask me to do that forever, and I'm out of here." "Well, I don't want you to leave," she conceded. "So I guess we'll have to compromise. Wearing diapers all the time would be an excellent way to prevent any accidents in bed at all hours of the day and night. And I think it's very important that you experience what that would be like, wearing diapers all the time, so that you try very hard not to make any more mistakes. But I'm willing to have you do it for only a limited amount of time, such as for one week. How does that sound?" "A week?" he asked. "I don't know..." he said doubtfully. He'd promised himself a week ago he wouldn't allow this to happen. But he'd also said that he could stand anything for a week. "Oh, come on," she coaxed. "You don't even know that you'd dislike it." "Of course I would," Derek snorted. "Now listen to me," she snapped. "You came into this house with only one rule, which you promptly broke. We fixed that with the addition of one more rule, which you have now broken *twice* in the space of one week, so far without any real punishment. Is that justice? I don't think so, and I think you know that, too. Now, own up to your mistake and take the punishment like a man, so that we can get back to some peace and quiet. It's just for one week, for God's sake. Don't be such a baby." He absorbed this tirade quietly and knew that in some ways she was right: he had broken a rule several times and endangered her precious bed. Maybe it was time to accept a little punishment and go on. It was just a week. And he'd need at least that long to find a new place to stay. He couldn't move out today, but if he agreed to this, he could start looking and perhaps move out before the week was up. It was sneaky, but it was his only chance of sleeping in a bed tonight and not being entirely humiliated by a whole week in diapers. He nodded his head and looked at the floor. "Okay, you win." She came over and sat on his bed. "It's just a couple diapers a day, not much more than now. It might seem hard, but I need to know I can trust you around the house. Okay?" "Okay." "Okay. I respect you for doing this." She patted his leg. "Now we need to discuss details. Obviously, no bathroom use for a week. I'll just keep it locked so you're not tempted, and that way we won't have to worry about using those nasty plastic panties during the day. I'll unlock the bathroom once a day, in the morning for you to shower, but the door stays propped open so I know you're not cheating. You can brush your teeth at the kitchen sink. And, of course, according to our earlier agreement, I'll be changing the diapers for you. Any questions?" He hadn't thought of this last point. It brought up an embarrassing issue. "Yes, um, can I be allowed to change the, uh, messy ones?" "No, I'll do it," she offered generously. "I don't mind, really. It comes with the territory, of course." She smiled at him, and he smiled very weakly back. "Now, I have one more question for you," she said, turning more serious. He looked up at her, curious. "Are you still thinking of moving out after this week?" There was silence as he discovered that he was not as sneaky as he might think. But might as well be honest; she deserved that. "I'd thought about that, yes," Derek answered. "I'd like to ask a little favor," she said quietly. "I understand about wanting to leave. I do. And that's fine. It's your right, and I understand that my rules, though simple, are sometimes demanding for certain types of boys. But could you please wait for one week before you start looking? Just a week, that's all I ask." She was pushing him again. He'd just promised himself he wouldn't stay the whole week, and she was asking him to break that promise. But he made the mistake of looking into her lonely, seeking eyes. "Uh...well...why?" "Because you might change your mind, and I just want there to be a chance. We'll talk about it next week. You can pretend you're giving notice at a job, because there are some similarities. After all, I'm not sure how long it'll take to fill your room. I need a little time to put an ad in the paper, things like that. And then next week if you still feel like moving out, I won't argue. Okay?" He felt himself caving. He nodded to her. Like a few days would make any difference. But he wished he had a spine. "Thanks." Mrs. Williams rose. "I guess we'd better get started." Chapter 9 He swallowed, not expecting that things would begin so soon. "Um, can I at least use the bathroom one last time?" he asked plaintively. "I don't think so," she said. "I believe in swift sentencing." She smiled. He sighed. She led him into the third bedroom, where the changing table lived. He took off his shoes and socks, and turned away from her involuntarily as he lowered his pants. He hopped up on the changing table, pulled up his shirt, and laid back. He'd done this enough with her he already knew the routine. He pulled his knees up a little as she opened a drawer and pulled out a disposable diaper and some baby powder. He helped her as she pulled down his underpants and slipped them off his legs. "After we do this," she said casually, "why don't you collect the rest of these big boy underpants and bring them to me for safe keeping during the week. You certainly won't be needing them, you know." Already terribly embarrassed, he didn't want to argue. He just nodded and stared at the ceiling as she had him lift his legs. She slid the diaper under his bottom and powdered him heavily all over. Then, as she had for a week, she deftly pulled the diaper up and taped it, had him hop down, and readjusted them slightly for a good standing fit. "Okay, all set. Now if you're wet or dirty, you just need to come to me, tell me what's wrong, and ask to be changed. And I will change you just as soon as I can. I'll try to do it immediately, but that may not always be possible, of course. But I imagine you'll be able to wait a bit if necessary; the diaper's not going anywhere, is it?" She laughed at this. He didn't. "You don't have any classes this week, do you?" she asked. "No," he said. "It's fall break. I was going to go home, but I decided not to when I found out my parents were traveling to New Jersey to visit relatives. At that point, I thought I'd rather stay here; now I'm not so sure," he said glumly. "Oh, we'll do fine all week. The fact that you don't have classes will make things easier, of course. We'll negotiate outings as they come up. But when you're here in the house, and don't have any company, I need to be able to see your diaper at all times, not only to make sure you're wearing it, but also to see when you need to be changed. So, no pants in the house, okay? I'll keep the heat up so you're not cold. Okay?" Derek drew in his breath. Another little surprise. How humiliating that would be, to walk around the house wearing only a diaper, and sometimes a wet or messy diaper at that. But like she said, it was her house, and she made the rules, and if she didn't mind seeing the diaper, then he'd have to cope. He would start looking for a place next week for sure. "So we'll end in a week...well, it would certainly be silly to get you out of diapers right before bed on Friday, so we'll call this thing over on Saturday morning, okay? That's it. See you in an hour for dinner; how's scallops?" Scallops were great, as it turned out, but he was thinking more about his predicament than the food. He sat on his bed after dinner, in his slightly wet disposable diaper, and had a moment of insight. He saw himself as he was, an eighteen-year-old young man willingly waddling around a woman's house in nothing but a diaper, allowing a woman to change him whenever he got wet or dirty. How bizarre and disgusting it seemed! Yet he'd agreed to it. He thought again about what that sophomore girl had said and now could see that this was obviously the same house to which she'd referred. And to a certain extent, he'd been taken in just as she'd said. He knew now why the other boys hadn't "just run away." It had snuck up on them, like it had on him, one weird little thing at a time, until she was changing his diaper twenty-four hours a day. The good thing, though, was that he now could see clearly what was happening, and even knew, through that girl, where it might all head if he weren't careful. He had insight, and that protected him, he thought. True, what had happened so far was strange, but he was going to catch it before it went too far. He wasn't being held captive, and he would leave in one week's time (or whenever he could find a new place to stay). He was also protected by the fact that he had such a good relationship with Mrs. Williams; they could talk, and she had already accepted the fact that he was moving out. So the babifying process would undoubtedly end here. He almost laughed about it now, how silly he'd been to have come even this far. But thank goodness he'd realized the mistake in time. Chapter 10 Buoyed by his new confidence about the situation, he tried to relax and enjoy the lady's company, as they still got along well despite the "punishment." In fact, she seemed even happier than usual, which didn't surprise him, but he was content to take advantage of it. They watched TV all evening, and periodically he would go out to the kitchen to be alone for a moment so he could pee in private. Soon his diaper became quite boggy, and though he wanted to keep the number of changes down to a minimum, he couldn't keep her from noticing the diaper's sag. "Looks like there's a little boy with wet pants," she said cheerfully, making him blush. "Come on, let's go change that wet diaper." During the diaper change, Mrs. Williams mentioned that as long as he was in diapers, it didn't hurt to take advantage of them. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Well, one of the best parts about wearing a diaper is that you don't have to worry about sphincter tone, which takes more concentration than you realize." "No, it doesn't. It's easy." Derek didn’t know what she was talking about. "Oh, yeah?" she challenged. "Then try to keep it relaxed for a while. Heck, try it all week. See how nice it is not to worry about it. See how relaxed you can be; you might as well, because you'll never again get the opportunity. It's interesting to see what the body normally does that you're not even aware of. Test the limits of your consciousness this week; see how aware you are and if you can change it." Science had always attracted him, and this little experiment sounded interesting. He hardly saw the harm in it; it was just a week, after all, and it was a unique challenge. So after he was changed, he started trying to relax completely, and began to train the appropriate muscles to relax more often. It might keep the week interesting. The following morning was something he knew in advance he would *not* enjoy, as he was sure it would be the occasion of his regular bowel movement. And sure enough, right after a breakfast of pancakes, he felt the abdominal rumblings, and he excused himself to his bedroom, where at least he could have some privacy. He found he needed to squat to get it out, and as he did so, he remembered the displeasure he'd felt the first time. This time, too, the sensations that he felt were disgusting to him, utterly gross and uncomfortable. After he was done, and his diaper was full, he stood for a second trying to decide what to do now. Embarrassing as it would be to face Mrs. Williams with his messy diaper, he knew she expected it, and the sooner he was changed (and the less he moved around) the more comfortable and easier it would all be. It might be possible to get changed before his mess got all squished into his diaper. From his perspective, the easier the cleanup, the better. So he waddled into the kitchen, careful not to move his diaper's contents around too much, but he was dismayed, when he reached the kitchen, to find the lady on the phone. He caught her attention and looked at her questioningly while pointing to his diaper. She nodded, put her hand over the phone, and whispered, "I'll probably be a little while. Why don't you go sit down in the living room and I'll come change you in a few minutes?" His spirits sank. He hadn't considered having to wait. What terrible luck. He walked carefully into the den, and, not wanting to sit, stood in front of the TV, watching disinterestedly. After several minutes, he got tired of the odors wafting up toward his face, and impatient with the lady, and he wandered back to the kitchen, again standing in front of her. She looked up, and smiled indulgently. "It's okay," she whispered. "I'm not done yet. Go sit down. I'm sure that diaper will still be there in a few minutes." And then she gently turned him toward the den and patted his rear end condescendingly, inadvertently spreading his mess around a little. He grimaced at that sensation, and, exasperated, he slowly walked back to the den and stood for several more minutes before giving up. He went to the couch and gingerly sat down. He was immediately unhappy he had done so, for he exquisitely felt his bowel movement compress and expand across his bottom, the warmth spreading between his legs. He nearly gagged as he tried to picture what was happening. Fifteen minutes later his landlady strolled in and asked if he was wet. Derek hesitated. "No...It's, well, the other thing." "Ohhhh, does my little boy have a poopy diaper?" she asked in baby talk. He blushed as she held out her hand for him to take, and he self-consciously let her lead him into the changing room, where he gingerly hopped up onto the table. She saw his expression as he gently lowered himself back into his mess, and she laughed. "Relax," she teased. "There's nothing in there that will break." He couldn't laugh with her, for he felt that at the moment his ego was fairly fragile. He laid down, and nearly choked at the smell released by his actions. She, however, seemed not to notice. She lifted his legs and carefully undid his diaper. He closed his eyes, trying to pretend he wasn't there. But she wouldn't let him. "Whoa!" she exclaimed. "You were busy, weren't you? But, then, you're a big boy, and I guess big babies have big poops." She continued talking about his bowel movement, and he continued to try to ignore her as she busied herself with her task of cleaning him. In less time than he would have imagined, she was already powdering him and taping a clean diaper on. "Now that was a lot easier than having to do it yourself, wasn't it? Don't you feel better?" He had to admit that yes it was, and yes it did. And with that initiation behind him, things went more smoothly. He spent his time that week catching up on sleep, watching football on TV, reading novels. She cooked and cleaned for him, and other than the obvious embarrassment, which he found was beginning slowly to diminish, they enjoyed each other's company. Chapter 11 He didn't go out very much, mostly to rent movies for the two of them to watch. It was a pain to get ready to go, and he was terrified of being seen wearing diapers. Several things began to happen that week. One was that Derek became, if not comfortable, then at least relatively resigned to the diapers and being changed by Mrs. Williams. He had to admit it was nice not to worry about the bathroom, and he tried not to think that much about it. Consequently, the second thing that happened was that he was pretty successful training himself to relax over the course of the week. He felt secure about his diaper's ability to contain whatever he could dish out, and he began hardly to notice peeing in them. He decided that despite his complaining, the diapers *were* pretty comfortable, after all. The bowel movements were not pleasant, but they were necessary, and he decided to bear that burden as admirably as he could. Complaining wouldn't help. He just counted the days until he could do it in private again. And by the following Friday, he was wetting freely and without inhibition; there had even been many times that he'd been surprised when Mrs. Williams told him he was wet. So all in all, he spent the week relatively happy, rested, and carefree, though he was certainly ready for Saturday morning when it came. It had been interesting, but he was ready to get back to life as usual. And after the embarrassment of the whole thing, he was still definitely ready to move out. Saturday morning found him lying on the changing table having a wet diaper removed for what he was sure would the last time. He thanked her for releasing him from his disposable confines, and headed off to the shower, where he began to think about how he was going to approach his search for a new apartment. He had kept his word, and hadn't looked yet, but today was definitely the day. In his mind he made a list of areas he wanted to check out. Surely someone had a room they could rent him, and not everyone was a diaper freak, right? As he dried himself off he thought of what he might say if they asked where he had been living and for references. He knew she liked him but he didn't know whether she'd feel compelled to mention to potential landlords the bedwetting incident, or the toilet incident, and he was afraid of how embarrassing that could be if word of the whole thing got out. Somehow, he'd have to swear her to secrecy, or this attempt to move out would fail. He went to his room to dress and was as pleased not to be wearing a diaper as he was disturbed that he hadn't received his underpants back yet. He dressed without them, meaning to ask her about them later. He went to the kitchen for breakfast. They ate waffles in silence, and as they finished, he cleared his throat. "I've decided to go ahead and look for a new place," he said. "It's nothing personal, but the whole diaper situation has some serious drawbacks when it comes to socializing, you know. I've thought a lot about this, and although I like you and everything, I think I need a change." She smiled at this. "You just had one." Then she nodded seriously and asked, "What will you do about your bedwetting problem? You think that will stop just because you move or stop wearing diapers?" He hadn't thought about that. He stood and took his dishes to the sink as he said, "I don't know. But I do know it never happened once before I moved in, so I think it was just a fluke, or maybe related to stress. I've just got to trust that since I'm an adult, that kind of babyish thing won't happen again." As he finished speaking he glanced at her but saw that she wasn't looking at his face; her eyes were directed just above his knees. And then he felt it: a familiar warmth spreading through his crotch. But then he felt an unfamiliar, colder wetness spreading too. He looked down and realized in horror that he was wetting his pants! He hadn't even noticed. He gasped in shock and embarrassment, and tried to stop, but had some trouble. By the time he clamped down enough, dark streaks ran down his legs, and his shoes were wet. He couldn't do anything but stare at what he'd just done, something that hadn't happened since the first grade. He heard her say, "Looks like you've got more of a problem than you thought." "Oh, no. I...I guess it's from this week, when I tried not to hold it. Oh, shit. I trained myself to do this whenever I had to. Damn. How long will it take to train myself back? Excuse me, I've got to go..." "I think you can wait a moment," Mrs. Williams interrupted. "The damage appears to be done, and we've got some talking to do." Derek shifted weight, very uncomfortably, looking down. His legs were getting very cold. Suddenly a light flashed, and he jerked his head up. He couldn't believe it. She'd just taken a picture of him in his wet pants! He stared, dumbfounded, no longer sure of what was going on or who was in charge anymore. She smiled at him, which didn't help his confidence. "I also think we both know you're not really moving out." He tried to reassert his control over the situation. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. "But I am. I'm going out looking today." "In wet pants? That'll go over big. I don't think a lot of landlords are going to be interested in a bedwetter, much less one who pees in his pants." She looked again pointedly at his crotch, which he could feel getting still colder and less comfortable. He caught himself thinking that at least when he wore diapers it felt warm and nice. He shook his head. "But I never used to do this. I don't ever remember this happening before now." "You'd have trouble convincing me of that," she laughed. "And who do you think they'd believe? Me or you?" He gasped. His mouth dropped open. "You wouldn't tell them, would you?" She paused; his heart beat wildly. "Well, you have to understand that we landlords are a closeknit bunch in this little town. We have many similar interests, financial and otherwise. I have a responsibility to share with the others any information I think they need to know. And you already know how I feel about bedwetting.” She shook her head. “So although I like you a lot, I'm afraid that's something they'd need to know." His strength waned, and he felt weak in his knees. This was disastrous. He needed her help, or at least her silence, to get a good place. Last week, that seemed likely, when she'd seemed resigned to his leaving. But this week she seemed determined to force him to stay. But she couldn't stop him if she didn't know he was trying to move out, he thought slyly. He quickly murmured something about her being right, and that he wouldn't leave, and then he tried to shuffle out of the kitchen to his room. He could sneak out and find a room before she knew it. But as he walked past, she froze him with her next revelation. "That won't work either, I'm afraid. It's too late for covert operations. You see, I asked you to wait a week before looking around not because I thought you might change your mind, but because I needed time to notify all the other landlords in town about your little problem.” Mrs. Williams smiled. “I finished that yesterday. And just as I thought, all agreed that it would be `an insurmountable barrier' to a lease. And that was before I knew about your daytime wetting problem." She shook her head. "Can you imagine what they'd say if they knew that?" He was stunned. Absolutely stunned. He knew she wanted him to stay, but he hadn't suspected that she'd lie to him and blackmail him to convince him. He didn't know whether she was telling the truth now or not, but he didn't really want to find out. To be turned down because of wetting himself would be humiliating beyond his wildest dreams. Derek was screwed, completely. He staggered back into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, not wanting to sit down in his wet pants. He was silent for a moment as he made the decision, finally, to confront her. "Why in the world are you doing this to me? What kind of a crazy old woman are you? You want to ruin my life? Well, you're doing a pretty good job. What did I ever do to earn this? Why do you want to hurt me like this?" He was nearly crying now. "I don't want to hurt you," Mrs. Williams said soothingly. "Bullshit!" he yelled. "I've talked to other people. You do this every year to someone. You've got some weird thing about diapers and making people into babies. I've heard about you, you bitch. You can't deny it." She shook her head. "Those are rumors. If you'll calm down a moment, I'll tell you the truth." He stood, arms folded, waiting. Would this be another lie, or the real thing? "The truth is that I care deeply about the students that end up living here. They come into my home and become special to me. They pay the rent; in return I try to satisfy some of their needs while protecting my property like any landlord. Many of the boys I have are bedwetters, and the others I kind of `help' along one way or another. How I do that is a secret, of course." He looked confused. She'd fabricated the bedwetting incident? How? Mrs. Williams smiled at him. "Because whether you know it or not, you all have the same problem, which, of course, is that you're away from your mommy for the first time and need, on some level, to be babied a little. I know what you kids need, probably better than you, because I've seen your kind before, and I know. If they wet the bed, fine. If they don't, I find an excuse to treat them as if they did." She smiled happily at him. "I don't tell them right away what I'm doing, because I know they'd object to this kind of help if it was offered to them all at once at the beginning. So I phase it in slowly, and when I feel that they're ready for it all, *then* I tell them what's going on." With a proud smile, she said, "And now it's your turn." "Turn for what? I don't need any help," he asked angrily. "Well, the fact of the matter is," she began slowly, staring straight into his flushed and angry face, "that you're going to be my baby for a while, and I'll serve as your mommy in this town, until I feel that you've adjusted enough to this college atmosphere that you don't need my help anymore. I'll be honest: that could be several weeks, or it could last the whole time you're here at school. I can't tell at this point." "Are you insane?" Derek asked incredulously. "What makes you think I want this or will let this happen?" "It's pretty simple," she said calmly. "Everything we've done up to this point, the diapers, the changings, everything, has just been practice. Sort of an orientation for what lies ahead. Most boys have the most problem with the diapers, so I tried to phase them in gradually. And you willingly accepted them at every stage, even up through last week, when you wore them all the time, like you will from now on." Mrs. Williams paused and then answered his question. "You see, I'm sure this is what's right for you, so I made sure that it didn't really matter *how* you felt, or if you wanted to do it. It doesn't matter at all what you want. We've come this far, and I won't let all that time and energy be wasted. There is no turning back now.” She sipped her coffee. “When you gave me your underpants last week, I took them all to the Salvation Army," she told him. "It's all over, and, in fact, it has been all over since you signed your lease." "Wanna bet?" Derek challenged. "You're crazy, and I'm getting out of here. I don't care what you've told the other landlords. When I explain to them what happened, they'll understand. It'll be a little embarrassing, but nothing compared to what happens if I stay with you! See ya." And he stormed quickly from the room. Mrs. Williams caught up with him in his room as he was getting out some clean jeans and socks. "I understand how you feel," she said, "but I still don't think you'll leave. I don't think you want me posting these fliers all over campus." She handed him a page that said: ."LOST!! This year's baby from 1169 Oak St.! May be seen wearing diapers, plastic training pants, which may be wet or dirty. If found, please return to his mommy. He's been very bad, and he needs a spanking!" And under the words were a picture of him in a diaper and the plastic pants, apparently taken when he was asleep, with his name and physical description. He grabbed it angrily, tore it into as many pieces as he could, and threw it onto the floor. "I've got lots more," she said quietly. With a wave of despair Derek realized she'd won. He couldn't leave, not without sacrificing his friends, shelter, and dignity. He thought briefly about leaving college, but the thought of that was even more absurd. Where would he go? His cold, wet pants only added to his misery. He sat down on his desk chair with an uncomfortable squish, and asked through tears, "Why do you hate me?" He thought about the past several months, when he had trusted her, thinking she was just a little weird, thinking he was really *choosing* to play her game for a while, when all the time she was deceiving and manipulating him, trapping and humiliating him. Mrs. Williams stood next to him and ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh, sweetie, I don't hate you. On the contrary, I care very much about you. But I had to do this to you because it's so obviously what you need, what will be good for you. Someday I'm sure you'll thank me, but you've just got to trust me for now. It won't be so bad, you'll see. You've already gotten through most of the worst, I promise. And once you accept it, it'll make it a lot easier, too." She talked softly to him, comforting him with a maternal flair that was honed by years of practice. He'd stopped crying by now. "How long do I have to wear diapers *this* time?" he asked sadly. "Like I told you, I'm not sure. At least through the end of this semester, but probably longer. There's a good chance you'll wear them for your whole four years here. We'll just have to take it a day at a time." He sat in silence for a moment, shaking his head slowly and trying to let his situation sink in. "I can't believe I have to wear diapers again." She nodded sympathetically. "Most boys think that they're worse than the other stuff, but you'll get used to it all." Derek looked at her, worried. "What other stuff?" "Oh, do you want to go over it now?" she asked. "Well, I guess we should." "*What* other stuff? There's more?!" he asked unhappily. He'd missed this point somehow. "Oh, yes, sweetie. Diapers are only one part of being a baby," she laughed. "For starters, I don't know if you noticed the attachments on the bed for railings, but it's a pretty secure crib when we get it put together. “Then there are the clothes, which are just darling. They were made by some of my retired friends, who love to see them modeled each year; they've been dying to meet you, but, of course, I've had to wait to introduce you until after today. I've also got some lovely footed sleepers with wrist ties, some toddler pants complete with snaps...you'll love them. “I've also got a nice high chair we need to bring down from the attic, where I stored your changing table, and some pretty bibs. We'll need to get those cupboard locks back out, because you may not like your new diet, which will change kind of drastically. And the bathrooms will stay locked, of course, but that won't be a problem, since you won't have to bathe yourself anymore. You'll love some of the toys I've accumulated; you'll spend countless hours playing with them in your playpen, I'm sure." Mrs. Williams smiled at him as he sat in shock. "I know it's a lot to take in, but if you got through the diapers, you should get through this eventually." Derek just sat there, in shock, his world spinning around him. What would that sophomore girl say? Somehow he didn't think he stood much of a chance to date her now. And his parents and friends: how could he keep this a secret? "Well, let's get those wet pants off of you. She led him into the changing room and helped him remove the sopping jeans. She used baby wipes to dry him as he stood there, overwhelmed with shame at not having noticed his babification over the past several months. How could this have happened? How would he ever endure? She interrupted his musings as she sat on the edge of the room's only chair, saying: "One more thing. You've said several naughty words recently, and you tried to lie to me about not moving out a little while ago, so I think it's time you got acquainted with an important concept in a baby's life: discipline." Mrs. Williams sat on the chair and patted her knees expectantly, indicating that he take the appropriate position over them. Derek shook his head sadly and his eyes teared up as he slowly walked over to her.

Part 20 I was only out for a few seconds but could see the fear in mum’s eyes as she held me when I came round. There was still a nagging ache in my head but not the spike I’d just experienced. Mum and I sat on the floor, me wearing only the thick nappy she’d just pinned on but she was shaking more than I was. Seeing how distressed she was I tried to make light of it. “That was new.” I just got hugged tighter. “Mum, I’m OK now... don’t worry, it’ll be alright.” Yes I know, I was echoing the many times mum had said that to me. Eventually I gently wrestled myself free from her strong embrace and saw just how badly the last few minutes had affected her. “What, what if it is all my fault?” She swallowed hard thinking what her actions might have caused. “I neglected to check on my little baby boy... and look...” The tears fell, she looked old, defeated, lost... but I wanted to keep mum’s spirits up like she had always done mine. “Mum, don’t blame yourself... wait until we’re sure... and then I can blame you.” I gave her a sideways glance so she knew I was joking. She smiled and ruffled my hair. “Are you sure you’re OK?” “Well, let’s get up and see.” We struggled to our feet but seemed able to stand without propping each other up. “Look, let me get dressed and I’ll see you downstairs in a minute OK?” I just wanted a few minutes on my own to assess what had just happened but without seeing mum looking so troubled. “OK sweetheart, if you’re sure you’re OK, I’ve got a call to make.” She ambled from my room but I knew she was going to try and contact Doctor Ames. This last couple of days seemed to have aged her and I didn’t like it. Not being her usual sunny and effusive self was not how I wanted my mother to be. For both our sakes we had to get to the bottom of all this soon. # I looked out of my bedroom window at the mid-morning scene and was surprised to see how busy it all was. It’s easy to think when it’s only me, or mum and me, then that’s the world, but the truth is, life doesn’t stop just because you’re having problems. Now I was attuned to what was going on outside the noise was most welcome. Kids were playing in the street, riding bikes or shuffling along on skateboards. A bunch of teenagers were bouncing a ball and obviously heading for a game of footy. A couple of women with toddlers were chatting by the stump of what’s left of the lightning tree. Joggers and pram pushers, dog walkers and deliverymen, young, old, male and female - all people going about their business with their own cares and worries but still ‘just getting on with it’. I ran my hand over the soft fullness of my fresh nappy and realised I was just getting on with it as well, only my getting on with it included a thick, thick nappy, which perhaps should have worried me but didn’t. I was surprised that the blackout had had such little effect on me. I mean, of course it did have an effect; I did have a headache but was more worried about mum than myself. Thankfully, the soft cushion of padding had calmed and soothed any anxiety like it had always done. Mum was taking a lot of grief on herself for something that happened all those years ago and I’d seen the guilt etched in her features. I’m sure dad and Jen had noticed but perhaps were too polite to mention it. Although, maybe they had and I just didn’t know it. In fact, she was blaming herself for everything that has happened to me since then and, despite my joke, I couldn’t let her take that much blame. Perhaps it was simply that I liked nappies? There, I’ve said it. I picked up a pair of blue plastic pants and pulled them over the soft fabric and then found the holiday pair of blue shorts and a darker blue sweat shirt. I felt comfortable once I’d fished a pair of blue trainers from under my bed and checked myself out in the mirror. The guy looking back may appear young but there was a hint of determination that had not often been there. I wasn’t sure what I was determined about but not going... I heard mum answer a knock at the front door, which cut into my train of thought, when she shouted up... “Peter’s here.” “OK, coming.” And I went down to greet my friend. # Pete and I have been mates for over ten years. We were at school and in the same class together and he’s probably the only friend from school I still meet up with. He knows about my wearing nappies because he used to sleep over fairly regularly when we were kids. His mum and dad were going through a divorce and he sought (and received) sanctuary at our house. I think both his parents were glad he had a friend he could rely on and get him away from their constant bickering. I’ve never tried to hide the fact that sometimes (I don’t want you thinking I was permanently attached to a nappy), if things got on top of me (besides storms), I wet the bed. I never hid it from him. To begin with he was shy about it, then got curious and finally tried it overnight when we were eleven. It was quite a thrill to see someone else my age wearing a nappy but I didn’t tell him that only alluded to the fact that I thought he looked OK. I woke up wet, he didn’t and as far as I know, his curiosity was satisfied because he never asked to try them again. Also, as far as I know, he’s never let on to anyone else. I checked in with mum and she was still on the phone although indicated by mime she’d be OK if I went out. Pete now lived at home with his mum (dad long gone) and a new baby sister, thanks to his mother’s boyfriend Sam. Although there’s talk of marriage no date has yet been set and Pete isn’t the biggest fan of his mum’s choice. However, it’s not because of anything he’s said or done, in fact he’s quite an amiable guy. I think Pete thinks no one is good enough for his mother and after the last disaster doesn’t want her to end up with another ‘wrong ‘un’. However, he loves his little sister and I suppose he’ll want her to have a proper mum and dad. Anyway, we didn’t have anything particularly planned so we just wandered around in the pleasant weather catching up. I had a lot to tell him and he seemed fascinated about the tree strike. Of course he knew about it, everyone in our area did, but he hadn’t observed the event like I had. Once I started on about the consequences to my witnessing the event he wondered how I’d coped at all with constantly wet pants. Of course I had to reveal that I still needed more than a pair of tighty-whities to combat the flood and showed him (privately) the plastic pants hiding my thick personal protection. “Hell that looks comfy.” He said with a smile, whilst idly patting my slightly bulky bottom. I laughed back in agreement. I like Pete a lot. # We walked up and past the stump and said our hellos to the folk we knew. In fact, I’m not sure whether the slight bulge under my shorts was noticeable but didn’t see any reaction as we passed by. I was enjoying the rub of the thick cotton as we sauntered along and could feel the plastic of my pants slide against the fabric of my shorts... it gave me a little buzz. Although he was my best friend I didn’t mention that I was seeing a psychiatrist or that I might need my brain tested, I didn’t want him to think I was in some way damaged goods. Peter’s a good few inches taller than me and was wearing jeans with rips at the knee. He’s always fashionable and had, as far as I remember, quite a following from the girls in class. He wasn’t overly sporty except in one area, swimming, where he was unbelievably quick. We had a small school team that went into competitions but in truth, we only had Pete, who usually won his heats. I have a photograph of him and me somewhere, he’s wearing his tiny green school Speedos, we’re fourteen and I’m hugging him as he’d just won a final. It’s strange that I’d never thought about it until that moment, but I suppose he was a bit of a hero as well as a friend. Pete’s main gossip was that he had got Catherine, his little sister, to say her first word ‘Pee’, which he was convinced was her trying to say his name. Also he was dreading having to go off to University if he got the results expected and leaving mum to, well, be without him for the first time in their lives. “You don’t have any jobs going at your place do you?” He asked as a sort of general enquiry, but I wasn’t sure he meant it. “Not that I know of in our little section but,” I looked to see if he was serious, “I can always ask if you’d like me to.” “I envy you... you know... actually having a job. If I go to uni for three years and then have to start looking... you know I have absolutely no idea what I want to do...” He sounded exasperated with having to think about his future. I was slightly taken aback by the fact he said he envied me. A shiver of pleasure shot up my spine but decided best not to make too much of it. “Well perhaps you can go into teaching babies to talk.” I humorously volunteered. “Well I have learned to change a nappy so, you know where to come if you need...” he patted my padding. We both sort of laughed but this was the first time he’d mentioned my nappies as such and I began to wonder what that would be like. Hell, the office changes me so... what would it be like if...? Uh-oh... how the hell did that happen? This was a strange sensation because it had never happened at any time when I’d been changed in the office by my work mates. There was no build up, there was no warning but there was a warm splurge in my nappy, which I hoped I didn’t have to explain. I quickly rearranged my padding for more comfort. Then felt guilty for imagining such a thing and hoped Pete hadn’t noticed my excitement at his suggestion. As it was he hadn’t really wanted a job he just craved someone to talk to about his fears so between us, we had one hell of a ramble... both physically and verbally. We must have spent a good couple of hours just wandering around and despite my recent blackout didn’t feel all that bad. Although, I did feel my nappy getting warm as we passed the lightning tree stump for the second time. However, I was heading home so no need to worry. Giggling at their own bravery there were two little kids jumping on and off the newly levelled remnant. I could tell they were both thickly padded and wondered if they were also wet like me. Surely it wasn’t just me that the tree, even in its current state, had an effect on. Pete had to do something with his mother and sister that afternoon, so arranged to see each other later in the week... schoolwork permitting. # Until I got in and chatted to mum I hadn’t realised how long it had been since I’d had a really good long talk with anyone other than family and work mates. In the past couple of years, since getting a job, I think I can count the times that I’d met up with any of my school mates on one hand. I’m not sure if this was my doing or theirs, all I do know is that Peter is the only one I see now. In all our up-dating I’d forgotten to mention seeing Trinny and her fashion faux pas as she walked along the beach after having sex with her boyfriend. It made me smile as I remembered the scene and knew it would have had Pete in stitches. However, that would have to wait because mum came up and told me that she and Doctor Ames had been talking and the blackout had moved things on. She was able to organise a session at the hospital with a neurologist for Tuesday afternoon. Typical of mum, she’d already called Mrs Dewhurst to clear me taking Monday and Tuesday off. I wasn’t sure how much she told her but wanted to keep an eye on me until the doctor had checked everything out. It seemed things had moved on a pace since I’d been out and it had all been done without any consultation with me and to be honest, I was feeling a tad annoyed. I know, I know, I’ve been acting like a little kid for some time now so why would I think I should be involved now... but I was. However, there looked to be some sign of relief on mum’s face now she had things underway, so I said nothing. Also, and this is another point, I was wet and needed mum to take care of it like she’d always done. Now wasn’t the time to tell her I was an eighteen year old adult who should be making his own decisions. # On Sunday we had a downpour, which seemed to signal the end of summer. In fact, the ground had got so dry there was flooding in various towns, villages and cities right across the country. We were fine, well, except that a local electrical substation somehow got flooded and took the power out for several hours. Mum, me and Jen played board games, whilst dad grumbled that his one day off (when he had planned to play golf) had been ruined. Jen also beat us all at Monopoly, which I’m sure just added to his woe. As usual, I was still wearing shorts around the house to conceal my nappy but added a t-shirt and jumper as the temperature had dropped a little. So, apart from the weather nothing much changed. The family had been brought up to date about my blackout and the fact that I was going for some tests. Mum let Jenny in on the reasons she was so worried, my sister’s reply was “Well I hope you never dropped me.” She was joking of course but I saw mum stiffen a little before her own reply. “I did but you just bounced.” Both dad and Jen asked if I was nervous about these tests and I said “No not really” but the constant wet nappy meant I was but tried to put on a brave face. The thing was, mum had insinuated that when I was three I may well have suffer some kind of brain trauma and that information had sent more than a little flurry of worry down my spine and into my bladder. Certainly, over the last few weeks, things had happened I couldn’t explain though in general I thought I’d managed quite well. Mum also must have thought so because she never said anything (although might have suspected something, only not what she was now faced with). The wearing of a nappy has never been a problem, nor have plastic pants, so that’s something I just accepted... but now? Was it all connected? Well, now they wanted to check my brain and I’d had a blackout so... were things getting worse? Mum didn’t want me to go anywhere without one of the family being around just in case of another blackout, which was OK with me as I had no plans. However, that meant I had more time to myself and the internet can be a terrible thing if you start looking up ‘symptoms’. So I went up to my room, sat at the computer and started searching for... I wasn’t sure what but, as I was sitting in a nice thick nappy and clear plastic pants, I felt completely at ease. However, surfing the net was a huge mistake because Sunday evening, I read about something called Hydrocephalus, and decided that was what I had. I have to admit that by this time I’d scanned so much I was more than a little confused and might have been attributing ailments and symptoms to both opinions and medical facts, not a good combination in my view. However, I’d taken so much ‘info’ in and not separated the various sites, by the end I was sure that: incontinence, lack of sleep, blackouts, memory loss, anxiety and the weather were all down to this one thing – Hydrocephalus. Of course I had no idea if that was the case but it scared me so much that I inadvertently filled my nappy without knowing I had until I got up and felt the mess I’d made. Even the smell only hit me once I moved and looked down at the front of my plastic pants which looked fine, yet I could feel the squishy mass dragging down the back. I picked up a couple of disposables as replacements and awkwardly made my way to the bathroom and hoped to clean myself up before anyone else noticed. I was quite embarrassed. # As Tuesday afternoon approached, and despite me saying to everyone I was OK, my nether regions were almost constantly wet. Thankfully, I’d had no further blackouts or memory problems. I tried to hide my apprehension but something else was telling my bladder otherwise. I arrived at the ‘Neurological Dept– Clinical observance’ and was greeted by Doctor Ames and Doctor Sanjid Mandip, who I took to straight away as he had a similar friendly accent as Mrs Patel at the office. Mum had insisted on being with me every step of the way, which was just as well because I needed a change before we entered the pristine white office. We did that in a handicapped toilet on the ground floor; thankfully no one was waiting when we exited. Over the past few days I’d tried to drink and eat as little as possible but I still managed to pee with alacrity. However, mum said it might be worse if I was dehydrated so insisted I took regular sips of water. I felt a little light-headed when I entered the office. After a few pleasantries the neurological doctor talked me through what was going to happen and what they could discern from these tests. The first thing was an EEG (Electroencephalography), which he said measured neuron activity. I pretended I knew and was fine about it all but in truth... wanted to run a mile. My original idea of just getting on with it disappearing leaving me mesmerised by all the electronic equipment. Laura Ames said she would ask some questions like she normally did and, with the helmet they’d placed on my head, would be able to see how my brain reacted. I tried to think back to episodes of House or Casualty or Grey’s Anatomy to see if I remembered anything but really, I just wanted to get it over with and then go home. Suddenly, I felt slightly afraid and wanted mummy, erm, mum but thankfully didn’t cry out for her, it was all in my head. Thoughts of Dr Brown Bear from Peppa Pig entered my head (I used to watch her with Jen when she was little) and I immediately felt less stressed. However, I was aware of the sensors in the helmet picking up on my brain waves and wondered if an image of Peppa and the doctor would appear on screen. I didn’t pursue that thought as Doctor Laura started her questions again. She’d told me we’d be going over some old ground but she wanted to see how my brain reacted. I was in her hands so mum watched, whilst Doctor Mandip monitored the, erm, monitor. At one point Laura asked if I used the nappy to masturbate, a question she’d never asked before, and one that took me by surprise. She assured me that it was a perfectly normal enquiry and no one would think any less if I did. I saw her watch the monitor as I thought about the question for a few seconds. My bladder flooded my nappy and I felt the warmth grow but wasn’t sure if it was from the stream of pee or embarrassment. Apparently, the monitor peaked for a moment but I answered that it happened occasionally but not usually. Of course I was trying not to think of my recent encounter with Peter but that was all I could think about. I just hoped they couldn’t tell. A host of other similar sexual questions followed which I answered as truthfully as I dare with mum looking on. She didn’t seem perturbed by any of them and neither did the doc who carried on regardless. I just sat there in a flooded nappy glad that my plastic pants were keeping me from leaking right there in hospital. I wouldn’t want them observing that in this observance unit. # After about thirty minutes she had images and a printout of my reactions and whilst she studied that and chatted to mum, I was escorted down the hall to the MRI unit for a scan. I was greeted there by a couple of nurses (or technicians) who again talked me through what was about to happen. As I slid into the chamber Doctor Mandip joined us and shielded himself in a little cubicle. I was given some headphones and told that as the machine can make people feel a bit claustrophobic there’d be music to help me relax and an emergency button should it all get too much for me. They asked me to lay as still as possible and they’d talk via the headphones if they needed me to move or if they were going to change any of the settings, so not to worry. I hadn’t had time to get a change so lay there in a saturated nappy hoping no one would be able to tell (I wasn’t certain exactly what an MRI could detect). Anyway, the music started to play and it was nursery rhymes set to music. I didn’t know if they were taking the piss or a young kid had been in there before me but that’s what I got. As it was, Doctor Brown Bear entered my thoughts again and the anxiety of being in such an enclosed space left me. I’m not sure how long I was in there for because I think I drifted off for a while but eventually the machine stopped and I was let out. # Back in Clinical Observance we all met up. I could see mum and Laura had been having a discussion whilst I was away. They had forced smiles on their faces so whatever had gone on must have been pretty intense. Their polite enquiries as to how it had gone were more for show than a need to know. I wondered what had been going on. Meanwhile, Doctor Mandip entered the room and had things fed through to another screen on his desk. He started pointing to an image of my brain from the scan, talking about ventro something or other here and prefrontal do-dahs there. I had no idea what an amygdala was (he even spelt it out but it didn’t help) but it seemed important. So, although the medical stuff passed me by, the upshot was... there was a dark stain on my brain. Brain damage immediately shot through my damaged brain. I was shaken but the doctor smiled and said I shouldn’t worry (how often had I been told that... and now... there was something definitely I needed to worry about). Apparently, it was an area that wasn’t reacting like normal but wasn’t a huge problem. However, they would study all these results together and plan a course of action if one was needed. ‘Of course action was needed’ my damaged brain screamed but I just sat there numb feeling my nappy gain even more weight. That’s when I must have passed out. My anxiety level had hit a peak and I came too with the doctor and a nurse faffing over me... unfortunately it wasn’t Doctor Brown Bear (that would have been fun) I was sucking my thumb and the low mewling was also coming from me sounding like a wounded kitten. Mum looked concerned but Doctor Laura had disappeared. Mum spoke to the doctor explaining this was exactly how I reacted as a three year-old when the storm scared me. He typed stuff into the computer and mumbled something about it explaining... I was still a bit zonked out but heard him say to her that it could be possible that whatever the injury was, certain information just wasn’t being transmitted or received and that possibly (and he kept stressing the possibility) my brain had found another pathway... and possibly (again) might be short-circuiting under stressful conditions....... There again, I may have dreamt all that and in fact none of it happened because moments later I woke up in a side room, on a doctor’s examination table, where mum was just finishing changing my nappy. “Oh sweetie... you’ve been through a lot today, let’s get you home.” The look of concern was back but so was the love that she always showed when changing me. “Have they done all they need to?” I quietly enquired. “For the moment love but they have to check a few more things. Having said that, the doctor says, they have all the information they need, they just need to pour over it to make a final diagnosis.” “What did Doctor Laura say?” “Do you need to know right now,” she sounded a bit drained so I just shook my head and, with a fresh thick nappy in place, we set off home. * * * Doctor Laura Ames Case AT - 20001 Notes and observations • Doctor Mandip has now checked the Neuroimaging and compared the readings against the MRI scan. He had my psychological report and witnessed for himself some of the problems that Anthony presented with. • The scan identified some damage to the cerebral cortex. A part of his brain has been impaired but the EEG confirmed that the nervous system controlling bladder functions appears to have remapped a course which can become short-circuited at times of stress. • Although the damage is small the scarring has suppressed these and possibly other, as yet unrealised, functions though synaptic activity still clearly registers. • Doctor Mendip is of the opinion that surgical action is not needed unless the patient’s symptoms markedly deteriorate. • This will be a relief to everyone. ~~~ • Anthony has recently been under extreme stress owing to witnessing a particularly violent thunder storm. This reaction related back to an undiagnosed head trauma he received when three years old during a similar event. • His parents were unaware of the trauma Anthony suffered, but it would appear that at times of high anxiety memory of that incident becomes the main focus and there is a return to this early juvenile state. • Anxiety, whether caused by weather conditions, fear or concern over day to day occurrences have led to a failure, in part, of the patient’s neurological impulses. Thus impairing his ability to control certain bodily functions, which in turn leads him to seek security and comfort in areas he feels safe. • This, together with the reinforcement over many years that the wearing of protection to control the problem is required, has indelibly stamped this course of action in his mind. • This is because, according to his mother, when his occasional bouts of incontinence started, it became the easiest form of security to administer. Therefore the first and quickest line of defence, which has not only become the norm but also the most desired. • Other than when he was three and his incontinence lasted for a number of months, he usually overcomes these bouts in a few weeks and is then back to wearing age appropriate underwear. This time, the constant and unexpected incontinence has increased in volume and duration. • Although he works with computers, in many ways Anthony, at eighteen years of age, still hasn’t really grown into full adulthood. He’s a likeable young man not known for displays of anger or temper tantrums. However, stress leaves him open to lack of bladder control, which may over the years have dented his self-confidence. • His reliance on his mother, which is a wonderful bond, is also one that may have led to the underdevelopment of his own abilities and the need to be looked after. She has never withheld in this area, always being keen to help and encourage her son... even still being the one to change his nappies. • Because of how long this method of coping with his periods of wetness has been going on, no one of the family is surprised to see an eighteen year-old wondering around the house wearing bulky protection. It is simply accepted. • The recent ‘blackouts’ can be assigned to the anxiety Anthony has experienced since the lightning strike, which I have to agree with his mother, appears to have been the main cause for his recent, more noticeable problems. The mental impact of this event now and in the past, cannot be understated. • Having spoken to his parents we have approved a process to try and get Anthony to recognise when anxiety arises and ways for him to calm and manage that apprehension. We need to guide him away from his dependence on protection and attempt to break the link between current worries and his childhood trauma. • My main diagnosis is that most of the recent ‘developments’ are psychosomatic undoubted brought on by the witnessing of the ‘close call’ lightning strike. We will develop new coping mechanisms for him to employ. • Outcome will depend on how attached Anthony is to wearing protection. At the moment he doesn’t regard the wearing of protection at his age as any different than wearing a pair of boxer shorts. • Anthony is at ease with how he looks and dresses and seems to regard the wearing of protection as a necessity. (If I wet I need a nappy – is how he puts it) • According to his mother shorts are the main item of clothing he wears both at home and when out and about. It’s his preference which gives him an even younger appearance than just his lack of stature. This is another issue we need to explore. • I think because of the lack of any medical or psychological assessment over his lifetime (when I believe his problems could have been caught earlier) a series of sessions with an accomplished physiotherapist will hopefully help ease Anthony forward. • Anthony will have a further EEG assessment in six months’ time. # # # ...to be continued

On the Antiques Roadshow a few years ago there was a Klinert's baby Pant's display from the early 1900's http://www.pbs.org/video/antiques-roadshow-appraisal-kleinerts-waterproof-baby-pants-display/ That shows how far back waterproof pants go, even though they might not resemble the plastic pants of today. I well remember in 1956 movies of my brother when he was 2 years old with plastic pants on over his diapers. I also remember as a kid myself wearing Gerber plastic pants and ever actual rubber pants a few times around 1960 and 1961. I wore cloth diapers and plastic pants to bed every night through 1963 and probably into 1964. Yes, they have been around a long time.