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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.

[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.

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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.

Hey there everyone I am wondering. For those of you who wear Onesies. Do you sleep in them as well with Pajama's Or just Pejama's by themselves? Which ones do you wear the most to bed? @~Brian~ Your thoughts?

My package of Little King diapers finally arrived today. It will be interesting to see how well they will work as a night diaper when I go to bed and sleep tonight.

Had a follow up with my primary today, and as usual he took a bunch of bloodwork. I didn't pass out this time thought. Treated myself to a Cherry Coke from Sonic for being a big boy lol.

Scene #210 So here’s how this went. “Um, Mary,” I said to Mary in such a way that the ‘um’ didn’t betray any nervousness which I wasn’t even feeling, “I, um, made you, um, a uh, card … for Mother’s Day. Just cuz, uh, I thought it would be, um, sorta sweet and funny … mostly funny, like irony and stuff and … “O no; no; don’t start crying. It’s nothing. It’s … No crying! Mary, It’s not even a oooof! “Okay, you’re hugging me, which is okay, but, um, a little tight … Mary? Mary? Ma … (sound of Mary kissing me all over my face). “Mar … MMMM (sound of Mary almost suffocating me with her tongue).” “You are so sweet,” she said to me when she released me from her anaconda grip of steel. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. Where are we going?” “You know that thing you like that I’m kinda iffy on? We’re gonna go do that.” “R-really? Is it okay if I don’t call you ‘mommy’ during that?” “Please don’t … You are gonna be walking funny by dinner time, Daffodil.” I’ve long suspected Mary can predict the future and I was right and stuff. Wow.

@DiaperboyEddie12 Right now I don't have any onesies, but I was thinking of possibly getting some. Told by my case manager that I had some funding left for the year, that I must use before July 1st, or I lose it, and I believe it's about 800 and something, so I'm not sure. What I may do is I might buy some diapers and then I might buy a couple of onesies to see how they work. But for right now I don't have any. Have to make sure that the size that I get is appropriate and that they don't shrink, so I'd have to measure to find out the proper size Brian

@Electrically @Little Spider I also concur I hope all the moms and mom types out there, as well as moms of littles and begs of course have an awesome mother's Day. Everyone should wish their mother or mother type a happy mothers day, as I did this morning at 7 o'clock, AM that is, and then I called my stepmother at 1 this afternoon my time. Hope everyone has an awesome day, and spend time with your mom if you can. Hugs Brian

Well after a full day at the beach yesterday, and eating way to many things I shouldn't be having. I now have a rather full load in the seat of my diaper. Of course now sitting here at the computer, I will get to enjoy my messy diaper for an hour or so. Then clean up and in a fresh diaper. Might just wear a pull up to start as I need to go grocery shopping first, and it's going to be 90 plus degrees today. At least my house has central air conditioning.

My onesies are my PJ's. I sleep in only my onesies with nothing else except my diaper and plastic pants. I am medically incontinent and will wet during the night. --John

"I don't needa nap!" "Fine...how about a diaper change?" "Fine..." Me: *falls asleep mid diaper change*

I just sleep in the onesie, not every night especially as it gets warmer sometimes just a cute tee and my diaper

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.

I would say: No risk no fun ;)

I just finished pooping in my super wet Trest Elite diaper that I have been wearing since 8am and I’ve peed in it 5 times. I don’t think it would survive me sitting in it.

Thank you all so much for giving me useful information! I will take this all and use it to make the most fully soaked diaper I can!

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?

I'd rather they take some blood than go into a diabetic coma from sugars too high, have anemia or liver issues. Blood tests are there to try and ward off any developing problems.

Yeah, it happens because your sexual urges are still going and growing in your 30's and 40's. If it doesn't bother you and it's what you want and like, not a problem. If you are like me, then you excersize will power and control. I love wearing diapers but I've said many times before, I will not let them control or take over my life. While I enjoy diapers, I also enjoy my normal non diapered life with friends, coworkers, family, activities and hobbies. It's a fact from reading the forum posts for well over 10 years there are some members who have gotten more and more into their diapers to the point they have gone 24/7 or have thrown themselves so into the lifestyle that it's mostly what they now want to do. I never want the fetish to get so bad it controls me instead of me controlling it. Again, I've stated some people let it get to the point they stop doing things with friends or family such as getting together evenings for a game of cards, a movie, concert or anything because they want to rush right home from work and get into their diapers and play at being a baby or just enjoy wetting or messing themselves and the feelings of being diapered. If that is the direction they want their lives to go, all power to them. For me I balance my diaper time with my normal life and doing so make it even more pleasurable by anticipating for days until the time finally comes where I can spend diaper time for myself. The thing is, it's your choice. While the desire to wear diapers gets stronger the more you do it, if you want to curb those desires it takes some will power to just decide to go without and do normal everyday vanilla things and hobbies.

I guess that's why karma is rumored to be evil...

Yeah but to be fair it goes for both first they blackmailed her before she got the powers and after she went a bit overboard with her revenge as well. So I guess all four of them would have it coming

She got drunk on power, got full of herself, and drew loads of karma to herself... 😑 Such painful concept that overconfidence...

Blood suckin’ bastards a.k.a. Vampires😧🧛‍♂️ For us it is a "consulation". For them it's a "suckin' meeting"

Wow, so many reviews, thank you all very much for taking the time to read and write a review. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough free time to write a sequel, but now the fourth part is ready: The antique clock above the entrance displayed 5:59 PM. In a world where dreams had become a commodity that could be bought, sold, or traded, such an antique was a rarity. Nobody knew exactly why it hadn't been replaced with a modern digital chronometer. Perhaps it was an artistic concept or a nostalgic glance at the past from an unknown designer, or maybe no one simply cared about it. Alex stood at the main entrance of the "Dream" corporation building, counting the seconds until the end of the workday. 55, 54, 53... "Seems like everyone has already emerged from their dreams," he thought. 30, 29, 28... Alex recalled the standard question that sounded after each immersion: "End of simulation. Save?" 15, 14, 13... "Will she think poorly of me?" 3, 2, 1. With a slight click, the clock hands converged on mark - 6 o'clock - the workday was over. A stream of uniformly dressed corporation workers burst from the building, and the silence was replaced by hundreds of voices of his colleagues. Steps, conversations, car noises - all of it combined into one noisy and chaotic hum. Alex intently watched the stream of people, trying to discern among the countless male and female figures the face of the girl who had turned his life upside down today. Emily never showed up. Unable to wait any longer, Alex went back into the building. "John, where is Emily's office?" he asked the security guard. "Hold on," the hulk of a man always treated Alex kindly and with some affection. "12.56.B, but it looks like she's already left. About an hour and a half ago." "Thank you," Alex mumbled disappointedly. He left the building and got into the first taxi he came across. As he drove away, he cast a final glance at the clock - 9:00 PM. "It feels as though only an hour has passed," Alex thought. Never in his life had he spent so much time waiting for someone. The man found himself once again in a sterile white space, pondering what to do next. He didn't know what to call his home sessions—work nights or days. "Well, let's keep it simple and as realistic as possible." With those words, Alex took a deep breath and got to work. He found himself in a grey concrete room. A window appeared on the wall, slightly ajar. Alex approached it, fully opened it, and looked outside. The window overlooked a quiet green lane, with cozy houses lined up on both sides. A blooming rosehip bush below exuded a faint sweet scent, barely perceptible. "Excellent," he thought, and closed the window halfway. "I'll add a little more." With those words, Alex sprinkled some dust on the windowsill. A warm breeze rustled the curtains, filling the room with the scent of rosehip, and Alex with inspiration. The walls changed color to beige. "Boring," the man decided, and with a wave of his hand, he repainted the room in a tender blue. Here and there on the walls, at half a meter level, traces of pencil drawings made by an unsteady child's hand were visible. "That's better," noted the man. Then a bed, a bedside table with a night lamp, a toy shelf, a children's wardrobe with neatly hung clothes appeared in the room. One T-shirt had fallen off the hanger and was lying on the floor. Animal stickers adorned the wardrobe doors. The man's feet sunk into the soft fluffy carpet, and an eccentric chandelier in the shape of the solar system lit up on the ceiling. A small chest of drawers with a changing table appeared in the corner of the room. "Well, let it be. The parents haven't had time to get rid of it yet," Alex thought of his choice. He walked over to the toy shelf and picked out a few. The car he held in his hands was missing one wheel, and the plush teddy bear looked like the room's little owner's favorite toy. Satisfied with himself, Alex tossed his toys onto the bed and approached the mirror. It was time to work on his image. In a moment, a four-year-old toddler grinned back at him from the reflection. The boy's hair stuck out in all directions, his shirt was half-tucked into his shorts, and a streak of dirt was visible on his cheek. "I think I overdid it," he laughed brightly. Straightening his shirt and smearing the trace of some adventure on his cheek, Alex tried to fix his hair with his hands. The result was not particularly great, but he was quite pleased with it. "What should I do next?" the boy looked around. His gaze fell on a box with a wooden train set in the corner of the room. Elated, he overturned the box, spilling all its contents onto the floor. Numerous tracks and crossings appeared on the floor of the nursery. Alex built newer and newer intersections. The steam train brought new parts, and the boy diligently attached them to the existing track, trying not to accidentally break what was built a moment ago. Of course, he could have done everything with one wave of his hand, but right now the process was more important to him than the result. Having had his fill of playing with trains, Alex collected all the pieces into the box and returned it to its place in the corner of the room. He approached the mirror again. "What if I try..." he uttered aloud, blushing at his own thoughts. "No one will know anyway," with these words, he sat down in front of the mirror, focused, and closed his eyes. After a minute of intense work, he looked around. The room seemed larger to him... no, he had become smaller. The mirror reflected a toddler who looked barely a year old. "About ten months... probably," Alex estimated his reflection. He tried to stand up, but having not even lasted ten seconds, he fell to the floor. The diaper softened his sudden fall, the boy softly cursed the unexpected limitations of his body, but instead of clear words, it came out as amusing babble. "I need to try to entertain myself with something," he decided. In another corner of the room lay a tiny xylophone. Without much thought, Alex crawled towards the toy. It turned out that in his current state, he crawled much faster than he walked, and in general, it seemed more natural to him. After playing with the xylophone for a while, the boy got bored again. "Of course, being alone at this age is not that interesting," the toddler thought to himself and was already planning to return to his previous state, but before doing that, he wanted to check one more thing. He crawled to the bed and, holding onto it, cautiously got to his knees, and then to his feet. A meter away from him lay his beloved teddy bear. "Let's see what it's like - learning to walk". Alex began to carefully step from one foot to the other, moving sideways along the bed. Step by step, he got closer to the toy. All the time that he had been in this body, his diaper had become noticeably heavy. "Realism, what else can you say..." he thought, not taking his eyes off his target. Finally, level with the bear, he rose on his toes, reached out, and grabbed the bear. "Got you!" the baby squeaked joyfully, but again losing his balance, he fell to the floor. Alex lay on the floor and watched as the pendants on his chandelier gently swung from the warm summer breeze. The birds outside had quieted down, which meant it was time to prepare for sleep, or to be precise, for waking up. "End of simulation. Save?" the familiar inscription lit up. "Not this time" Alex clicked on the icon with a red cross. He would save everything in a more reliable place - in his memories. A new workday began. "You left early yesterday," Alex addressed Emily. They both were already sitting in their chairs, ready to start working. "Yes, I had things to do, I asked Edward. Did you want something?" "No, nothing special," the man waved off. "Let's get started." They clinked glasses filled with sleep cocktail and drank them in one gulp, then leaned back in their chairs. The dream recording machine hummed quietly, capturing their brain waves, and Emily, as always, took Alex's hand before they both fell asleep. "Any ideas?" Emily asked her now traditional question. "Yes, there are!" "Wow, then you start," she smiled in response. "Turn around and close your eyes!" he suggested to her. "Seems like you're in a good mood today" Emily closed her eyes and prepared. She caught a faint scent of rosehip. "Can I open them now?" she asked. "No, one more minute." "Okay." "All ready, open them!" Alex finally permitted. Emily looked around. She was in a children's room, almost the same as the one Alex had created the day before. The only difference was that there were beds on either side of the window - one obviously intended for her, and the other for her colleague. Twilight was already falling outside the window and the warm yellowish light from two nightlights filled the room with tranquility. Emily looked at Alex, he had already taken the form of a four-year-old boy. "Well, what do you think?" he cheerfully asked her. "It's great," Emily replied. "Everything is so simple and yet unusual." "Look at yourself," the boy took her by the hand and led her to a mirror, in which two children of the same age were reflected. The boy was smiling happily, and the girl was examining herself in surprise. After a brief silence, Emily said, "You learn very quickly." She adjusted the bow on her head and straightened the white dress that her colleague had specially created for her. "Well, shall we play?" she suggested. Alex was not ready for this. He had already thought out the script for this evening, but he did not want to limit his friend in her creative flight, so he agreed without hesitation. "Let's, but what shall we play?" "Silly, of course we're going to play tea party," the girl exclaimed cheerfully. "But that's a girls' game," he said, disappointed. "We'll fix that now," Emily laughed, and was already raising her hand to help Alex fit more comfortably into the "girls' game." He hastily waved his hands. "Wait, no need! Let's just do it as it is, tea party it is," the boy was not ready for this turn of events. "She's incredible!" Alex watched Emily with admiration as she set up the toy tea set on the floor and seated the plush toys. "Even in my dream, which I had thought out from start to finish, she managed to surprise me," he thought to himself. "Would you like some tea?" the girl asked in a ringing voice. The game began. The children chatted and laughed. The plush bunny was constantly trying to beg for an extra candy, and the bear was offering everyone to try the most delicious linden honey. To Alex's surprise, he got completely carried away by the game, so much so that Emily even had to stop him. "Well, the tea is over, and so is the jam," the girl cheerfully summed up. "Alright," he replied, with a tinge of sadness in his voice. Together, they put the toys back into the cupboard and each settled down on their own bed. "So what are we going to do now?" the girl looked questioningly at Alex. It was time to return to his script, he decided, and said: "Well, it's getting late, time to brush our teeth and go to bed." "Oh, I see..." Emily's voice held notes of disappointment. The children headed for the bathroom. After diligently brushing their teeth, they returned to the room where their pajamas were already waiting on their beds. Having changed, the boy and girl lay down in their beds. "Good night, Emily!" said Alex and turned off his night light. "Good night!" she responded in confusion and did the same. The room fell dark. "Is that it?" Emily wondered. "If it wasn't for the tea party, sleep would have been very short." "It's about to start..." Alex tightly shut his eyes. A gust of wind broke into the room and stirred the curtains. "Oh!" the girl shrieked in surprise and sat up on her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. Alex also raised himself slightly and looked triumphantly at Emily. "Finally, I managed to surprise you," he thought. With the gust of wind, the room filled with the freshness of the night, but there was something unusual in the air, something that smelled of adventure... Suddenly a little star flew into the room through the window. It whirled around Alex, then flew over to Emily and lit her surprised face with a soft golden light. Then it rose to the ceiling and hung between the beds. "Hello, kiddos!" the star greeted. "Hello..." Emily responded timidly, clearly unprepared for such a turn of events. "Do you want to fly with me?" "Of course, we do," answered Alex, secretly glancing at his friend. "Let's fly!" exclaimed the star and left the room. "What is that?" Emily asked Alex in amazement. "Childhood dreams! Isn't that an important part of being a child?" he joyfully replied. They climbed out the window, where they were already awaited. Alex and Emily clambered onto the moon, which turned out to be as warm and soft as a pillow. For tonight, this was their mode of transport. "Follow me quickly!" the star shouted to them as it soared upwards. The moon, along with the children, shot up into the sky, leaving their house and their cozy nursery far below. They flew through the night sky, mountains, lakes, forests, cities passing by below. The vistas took their breath away. "How beautiful..." Emily murmured. Alex only smiled in response, knowing that it was not the end yet. The little star twirled around them: "And now, even higher!" Planets, other stars, and comets flew by. "Look, these are all my friends. Here's a comet, it's not very talkative, and that meteor, although unsociable, is very kind," the little star introduced the celestial inhabitants. "Want to play tag?" it suggested. "We do!" the children replied in unison. Alex moved to a small comet, while Emily stayed on the moon. The three of them joyously flew around the night sky, trying to catch each other, laughing, and leaving a trail of stardust. But then, playtime came to an end. "It's time for you to go to your beds, and I have other children to visit!" their new star friend announced. They descended to the window of their house. Emily climbed in first, followed by Alex. "See you soon!" and the little star shot upwards. "How was it?" Alex asked as he climbed into the window, but Emily didn't answer. They were not in their room, which they had recently left. The boy and girl stood at the beginning of a long corridor with doors on either side, dimly lit by lamp light. "It's not me," Alex said, stunned by what he saw. "I know," Emily replied. "It's me." She was trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks. Alex took a hesitant step forward. "Stop, don't go," the girl halted him. Alex looked at his friend. It seemed that she was about to pass out. "We need to leave!" he said and pinched himself and the girl's hand as hard as he could. Regaining consciousness, Alex jumped up from his chair and looked at Emily. "How are you? What was that place?" he asked. "We've been there before, you said it was some kind of your experiment!" Emily couldn't answer, she just silently opened her mouth, rubbing the hand Alex had pinched. "It's the palace of dreams..." she managed to whisper.

Real fast. Thanks for the comments and feedback, I used them to rewrite this chapter, and it’s way better now. I’ll let the chapter try to answer questions, rather than me, this time around. Thanks for reading! ……… Recessive 8 His stepsister’s arrival was something of a mood killer, which wasn't a bad thing, since the mood was a little too ‘insinuating’ for comfort’s sake. Without a word, Beckie slowly removed Kaleb from her lap, and he stood up on the play mat, his face burning hot from being caught in this 'intimate moment'. His *excited* reaction to Beckie’s diaper check was fresh on his mind, adding to the shame. What was that even all about? He'd have to ask himself some tough questions later. Kaleb didn't get a chance to see if Beckie was blushing as well, since his eyes never left Layla, who was fuming so hard that smoke was coming out her ears. The small living room sat still and quiet, as everyone tried to come to grips with their mistakes. Beckie muttered a quiet “I’m sorry” while Kaleb just stared down at his monkey feet. He didn’t like Beckie as much as he did a few minutes ago, but now that his stepsister was here, he desperately wished they were alone again. Sometimes, his feelings were confusing, that's what led to moments like this. Layla approached the two of them like a drill sergeant ready to tear a ‘new one’ into a stupid recruit. “A second bottle feeding wasn’t a part of our research,” Layla snapped at her friend. “Didn’t I tell you to stick with the script?” “I know, I know.” Beckie folded her hands together. "I'm so, so sorry, Layla.” "I bet you are!” Layla stretched her golden hair behind her head to retie her tight ponytail. “I'm so frustrated right now — screwing up the experiment is the last thing I need.” Beckie winced. “Did you at least find Callie?” “No — We didn’t,” answered Layla. “We still don't have a clue what happened to her. I don’t know how she undid the playpen’s latch. I knew that the old pen was falling apart, but there’s still no way— Everything was locked! I checked it myself!” "Don't blame yourself for what Littles do," Beckie reminded her friend. "It says so in our textbook. Their behavior, even while in our care, is their own." His stepsister returned a shrug at having her text book talk used against her. "Of course I know that,” snapped Layla. “That doesn’t stop my mom from going nuts. I mean, she’s bought a ticket to crazy town. You should’ve heard what she was saying to Charlotte.” “What did she say?” asked Beckie. “My mom is threatening to send Charlotte to an Empathy center. She keeps saying scary things about learning about Littles the hard way. Crazy stuff, like we need to learn like babies to take care of babies — she’s out of her mind.” Layla cleared her throat, wearing a startling look of concern for her friend. Charlotte was stuck with their mom, from the looks of it. “Debbie wouldn’t do that,” Beckie insisted as she shook her head. “Not to Charlotte.” “Until today, I’d said the same.” Layla paced back and forth, uncharacteristically frazzled, confused, and overwhelmed. “This whole ‘perfect maternal’ role is getting to her head. First, there was the stupid apron, then she cleaned Kay-Kay’s room, and did his laundry. The Cushioning instructions turned her into a mom-machine that’s out of control.” So that was what was on the little paper that Debbie read to make her act so different. Interesting. “Too many strange things are happening at the same time — there’s my mom going crazy, and there’s Callie’s disappearance,” continued Layla. “Like, why use the window and not the front door?" “The window?” Kaleb joined the conversation midstroke. "This is the first I've heard about a window." “Yeah, the window behind the couch was wide open when we woke up this morning,” Layla glared at her stepbrother. “How else would she have gotten out? Someone opened the playpen and the window, and kidnapped Charlotte’s baby, or just forced her out all alone.” He glanced over to the trio of cheap and simple windows, each divided into fours with white painted panes, and each could be opened by a heavy brass handle at their base. Kaleb had never even opened them in all the years of living in this house. In a sick way, the ‘window escape’ was good news. Kaleb had nothing to do with the window, which meant he wasn’t entirely at fault for the missing Little. “Maybe she got away on her own,” offered Kaleb. Layla stared deep into him. “I’m not that stupid, Kaleb.” Beckie bit at her lip. “How’s Charlotte taking it?” “How do you think?” answered Layla, then her ire returned to her stepbrother, her sharp eyes trying to discern something. “Why haven’t you given Kay-Kay a bath?” Layla asked sharply. “I gave that job to you so I wouldn’t have to touch him while he’s naked. I have no data on the soothing scrub axis, soft water buoyancy ratio, or anything on a good towel dry. What have you two been doing all morning? Playing games?” “Kinda…” Beckie ‘meeped’ as she shrugged her shoulders. “I was going to ease him into the bath, like the instructions…” “I know what the instructions say, Beckie. It was your job to transition him from step one to two, and you’re not doing it. His reaction, whatever it is, is the data. It’s all in the textbook. I don’t know what your problem is, just give Kay-Kay his freaking bath like you’re told.” “Wait a sec…” Kaleb looked to both of the Amazons. “You’re not actually giving me a bath where I’m naked and stuff. Right?” The Amazons only exchanged a knowing look, that invisible sponge seemed to light up their devious faces. Beckie and Layla had transformed in front of him, from friendly to dangerously friendly, and Kaleb suddenly became aware that he was alone with them. No Debbie to rescue him. He squeezed his legs together in fear, his pull-up felt tighter and more restrictive, and his need to ‘go’ was stronger than ever. Kaleb repeated in case they didn’t hear. "Right?" He looked from one Amazon to the other, and they only smiled back at him. Neither corrected him, so he asked again. "Riiight?" No one was saying 'right' with him. Bad sign. Beckie lowered herself into half a crouch in order to be eye level, using her Big hand to remove the baby bottle from the equation. There was a new game to play with “Kay-Kay”. “Actually, Kay, that’s exactly what we’re going to do next. It’s bath time, baby.” ——— Kaleb knew he was being backed into a bathtub. He knew that. As soon as he realized that the girls were ‘serious’ about giving him a bath, he made a break for it. He tumbled out of their reach, and scrambled across the foam play mat and onto the beige carpet. He didn't even sneak a peek back before taking off down the one-way hall with no exits, in the same direction as the bathtub. So he knew he was being stupid. Panic does that to a dude. However, he also knew that there was no other feasible way to keep away from Beckie. The only way out of this trap was on the other side of the advancing Amazon. Unfortunately for him, Beckie spread her arms and legs like a Little-snatching windmill. There was no getting past her without said ‘snatching’, so he gradually retreated, one backward step at a time, towards the waiting bathroom at the dead end of the hallway. “Kay! Come on!” Beckie chided him as she approached with both innocent hands raised palms up. “Quit being such a baby about this. It’s only a bath, it’s a part of your test, and you’re overreacting.” He cried out, “You’re the one who’s overreacting!” It sounded childish. This whole thing was childish. At best, he was just throwing back what they said to him. What else was he going to do? Give up and let them strip him naked? Not a chance. That was half the battle with the Bigs — the undressing — but it was their method of ‘redressing’ that gave him even more concern. As he moved back, Kaleb was careful not to be within arm’s reach, which was hard to do in the limited space provided. Maybe he could talk them both down, Beckie took the lead while Layla followed behind, as smug as smug could get. “You guys are out of control,” Kaleb said as he tried to calm their overly-maternal instincts. “You’re trying to treat me like a… like a Little — or a kid, like a little kid. I don’t need you to give me a bath, I can manage it myself, if you’d just back off and give me a chance for once.” Layla dismissed the notion with a shake of her head. “That’s not what we need, Kay-Kay. There are data points, and measurements, and we can’t move on to bigger, better things without getting those numbers. We’re not trying to be the bad guys here, this is the test you agreed to.” He shook his head. “I didn’t agree to this!” “Come on, Kay-Kay, you stink. When’s the last time someone gave you a good wash?” Uh-oh. The word ‘stink’ triggered something inside of Beckie, because she was moving faster now, her fingers curled into talons as she prepared to strike. “See, Kay?” Beckie pushed her luck with a quick step. “You DO need a bath, you little stinker. Just let us do our research, no big deal. You’re making it worse for yourself by acting this way. You’re not going to like it when I catch up to you…” “I don’t like you right now!” Kaleb argued as he braced himself for a swipe at his clothing. “So back away, leave me alone, and we can forget that this ever happened.” This wasn’t going to end well. Each step was bringing the two of them closer to the room at the end of the hallway. A room that, until just recently, where Kaleb got to potty, and he so needed that potty. Now, it was a room that represented the end of a line. Just seeing the toilet sitting alone made his bladder feel tight, he’d been doing his best to ignore it all morning. “Come on, Kay.” Beckie knew she had him cornered, so she moved methodically and precise. “You were doing so good, don’t blow all of the goodwill we gained between us.” “I thought you were different!” Kaleb yelled at Beckie, hoping that she would just stop. “I thought you weren’t like…” “Who? Who is she like?” Layla pointed to herself. “You thought she was not like ‘me’?” Layla’s arrival had turned the whole morning upside down and made everything that much worse. His super-smart, totally annoying stepsis had a tendency to do that. “All I’ve done is take care of you, Kay-Kay. If you’d pulled this kind of crap at the Little Procurement Center, you’d be done and diapered already. We keep giving you chance after chance, time after time, but you’re still acting this way towards me and my friends.” “Yeah, Kay.” Beckie slowed her approach. “You’re not being fair.” Kaleb couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His eyes darted back and forth, if this was a video game he’d have used his power ups or consumables, or limited time super attack — or he would have reloaded a previous save. “Not fair?” he said to the two of them, before laughing manically. “Hahaha. You’re both accusing me of not being fair? How has anything that’s happened to me been fair? Answer that for me. You were born normal, and I was born with this freaking recessive thing. Admit it, I was born wrong, you were born right. Admit it! Admit it!” “Kay-Kay…” His stepsister held up a hand to stop him from continuing. Layla had a strange expression on her face. Could it have been pity? He wouldn’t know, he’d never seen her wear that emotion for him before. He tried not to let that bother him as he regarded her like a monster ready to eat him alive. “We’re just trying to help you,” Layla said softly. "Why don't you let us help you?" “You’re not helping me! You’re ruining me!" Kaleb pleaded to the two Bigs. "Why can't you guys see that?" They weren’t seeing things his way, and they weren’t going to try — so why did he keep arguing? His two pursuers silently made a semi circle of two, a triangulation of terror, where point A and point B were perfectly aligned like edges of an Amazonian net. When Beckie and Layla were in position, they began pushing him back further and further. Past his room, past his sister's, then there was nothing left but a door to his doom. "You know, Kay-Kay." Layla swiped a Big hand at him, which he dodged. "You're behaving like you have Maturosis. The paranoia. The anxiety. The selfishness of a toddler. The attention seeking of a baby.” He spun himself to the opposite wall. "Am not!" "Can’t you see how you’re acting?” Beckie shifted her feet like a fencer, sliding closer to his side of the hall. “You're being so childish! Stand still, so we can help you. Why do you keep running from us?” "Now you know what I have to deal with every single day," Layla complained to her friend, she had a smugness about her that made her extra annoying. "I have to live with Mr. Just-Like-A-Little. He's always skating on thin ice but never getting wet, but I think that’s about to change.” “Really?” Beckie eyed the soft spot between his legs. “Are you going to have an accident, Kay?” “No!” Kaleb barked back. “I’m not going to have an accident.” They didn’t believe him, not one bit. Neither did he. The pain inside from holding it felt less like pain, more like an anchor weighing him down. His stepsister hesitated a full Big step behind the front line, if by some slim chance Kaleb managed to thwart the reach of Beckie. Jeez, he had to pee something awful. It hurt so bad to hold it in. Layla noticed him slowing, she extended a hand to Beckie’s shoulder, instructing her to do the same. "We just want what’s best for you, Kay-Kay. You struggle with everything, and you won’t take our help. Your mom warned me about this..” Kaleb paused, panting from strain. “What do you know about my mom?” “Now isn’t the time to talk about that, you’re about to have a potty emergency. Do you really need me to spell it out for you? Look at yourself, you’re about to pee your pants, and you’re still being stubborn.” Layla did that thing with her body language, a hand on the hip, a shift in the pelvis, the one that made him feel stupid. He wasn’t stubborn, he just wouldn’t give in so easily. “Yeah.” He licked his lips and crossed his legs. “Spell it out for me.” His stepsister scratched the top of her head and settled into lecturing stance, it was like she didn’t want to tell him something, but she had to, and now she was swiping her hands to further prove her point. “All your life you’ve been this way, Kay-Kay. You never fit in. You’re always a step behind. You’ve failed every single diagnostic imaginable, resisted any attempt of course correction, and you’re a constant pain in everyone’s ass. It’s about time someone does something about it, for your own good.” "For my own good?” questioned Kaleb. “That sounds like a threat.” “It isn’t a threat, it’s someone wanting to help. I’m going to have to ask this, since you’re in the middle of the Cushioning test, so please answer nicely.” “Alright…” Kaleb felt his bladder twinge hard, he cross his legs, and buckled over. “Do you want help getting to the potty? All you have to do is ask.” “No. Nope.” He grunted as the spot below his belly made its displeasure known. “No help needed — I can do this myself.” Kaleb pressed himself against the wall, it took all he had to keep continent, he could barely move now. Since walking was out of the question, maybe he could fling himself from one wall to the other. He was going to ping-pong his way into freedom — or he could just prolong the inevitable as long as he could. Same with the need to ‘go’, he kept pushing it away, resisting the urge, the need for relief. He clenched his fists at his side. “You’ve already made up your mind about me, so why even bother with this whole charade. Is the Cushioning test even real?” “Of course there’s a Cushioning test,” replied Layla, she clicked her lips together and rolled her eyes. “The test is designed to ease the descent into Maturosis, Kay-Kay, like the name suggests. As Amazons, it’s our responsibility to identify and intervene when symptoms are showing. So why do you keep showing symptoms, little bro?” “I’m not showing any symptoms!” Kaleb yelled back at his stepsister. “You’re just making them up as you attack me.” “Not showing any symptoms?” Layla laughed like he just told a joke. “That’s hilarious — You’re about to pee your pants and there’s a bathroom just right there. It’s like you’re begging to prove that you’re not potty trained.” Kaleb slammed his foot to the ground, screaming: “I’m still potty trained!” And then he began to pee. The sudden force from foot to floor sent up a chain reaction that somehow triggered ‘wee wee’ mode. His mouth hung open, and he used both hands to clutch at the spot between his legs, squeezing to make it stop. “Kay-Kay, I’m tired of the…” Layla stopped in her tracks as she watched him curiously. “Are you really…?” The pitter-patter sounds coming from the crotch of the monkey footie told everyone what they needed to know. He tried to hold back and somehow stop the flow, but the trickle became something more pronounced, so relaxing and relieving — and embarrassing — all at the same time. Kaleb stood at attention, bowlegged, and let it all out. “Ohhh….” Kaleb gasped. This was happening, and there was nothing he could do but accept the ride. His face burned as hot as his crotch, a warm feeling permeated were he peed, spreading across the inside of his disposable underwear. A hint of sharpness filled the air, while the padding of the detector-protector soaked it all in like a good sponge. Damn, he hated sponges. A loud alarm beeped from the kitchen table where the Cushioning gear was kept. All the data that flowed into his pull-up had to be collected somewhere, it was probably going to spike his graphs, or turn them really red or something. The girls just watched him wet, their faces didn’t betray any emotions. Layla didn’t throw a victory parade, Beckie didn’t lick her lips like he was dessert. It was just something that happened, and when he was done, they all exchanged careful glances. He tried to explain himself. “I… I…” Layla stopped him. “It’s not your fault.” “Yeah, Kay, it’s not a problem, that’s what the DP is for.” Beckie lingered where she stood, unsure with how to move forward, she kept looking between his legs to see if he leaked. “You just held it in for too long and didn’t tell anyone that you needed to go. It’s not that unusual to have accidents in your condition. You can’t blame yourself, that’s the most important thing.” “I just… I just…” he was looking for words, but none came to him, as realization made its presence known. He peed his pants. It was over for him. All at once, Kaleb began to shake. It started at a spot within his big toes, then both of his feet began to convulse, his knees knocked together and rattled, as the soul-stopping anxiety traveled up his spine, tightening the muscles around his neck and jaw, making his teeth chatter in his closed mouth. He was going to cry. He wet his pull-up, and now he was going to cry like a baby. Beckie crawled over to Kaleb, just within reach, hesitating to embrace him if needed. “Shhh… shhh… I know…” Her soft bright eyes locked onto his, he was being swallowed whole by despair, slithering down its mouth like a slug. As the girls watched and waited, Kaleb rocked back and forth in place as a human see-saw, his pale lips trembling like the rest of his body. This was nightmare material, the kind of impossible that was life-ruining — where was the reset button? The worse part was that the wave readers were reading every bit of his torment, deciphering his pain into ones and zeros, prepared to spit it all out in a report. Nothing was safe. No clean ship. He was drowning. “I think he’s regressing further,” Layla said as she retreated to the living room. “I’m going to get my bag for Escalation.” “You do that,” Beckie shouted back, she had her hands ready in case Kay toppled over. “I’ll stay with him while you get the bag. He’s falling apart on more than one social emotional level. Escalation is necessary for his own protection.” Escalating? More than one social emotional level? Neither sounded good. "What does that mean?" Kaleb began to panic, he looked to Beckie for answers. “What’s more than one social emotional level? What’s happening to me?” “You’re sick, Kay.” Beckie reached out and grasped his hand. “You’re not well and we’re going to make you better, but first we’ve gotta get cleaned up.” The softness of her feminine hand didn’t calm him like before, her hand was huge, dwarfing his own. The close contact made him feel so much smaller in his own body, or maybe it was the soggy part between his legs that dipped against the crotch snaps of the footsie. Either way, he broke the contact between them, and yanked his hand away, scowling at Beckie. His violent reaction seemed to have hurt her feelings, but a lot of that was going around. Kaleb tried explaining things, mostly to himself, but he was thinking out loud for all to hear — accusatory towards everyone involved. “No… I can do it myself. This is just a setback, it was this test that did it to me. Yeah.. the test. Not just the test, though. It was you and Layla. You did this to me… you… you… you made this happen. This is what you wanted.” “Stop — Just stop,” pleaded Beckie. “Listen to yourself, Kay. No one is doing anything to you, you had an accident because you won’t let us help you.” Kaleb shook his head, the tears welling in his eyes were burning hot, if he was going to tantrum, he might as well get it out now. “No! I won’t stop! You didn’t stop when I asked you to stop! I begged you stop! To leave me alone! And you couldn’t help it! Amazons aren’t happy until the whole world is diapered, everyone gets diapered, everyone gets babied. Well… I’m going to have to be the one to tell you this: I’m not a baby.” “No, you’re not a baby — at least, not exactly.” Beckie swallowed hard, choking something back while trying to remain calm. “You’re just… how do I say it? Confused, that’s all. We can’t be mad at you if you’re just confused… because you’re so freaking cute, I could gobble you up.” Kaleb died a little more inside with each passing second. “That isn’t helping, Beckie.” “I know, I just want you to embrace who you are in the same way that I do. That we all do, I mean. Your sister, your stepmom, we all want what's best for you." "Is this what is best for me?" he said as he grabbed at the sodden pull-up between his legs. Beckie took a deep breath, she wasn't as confident as telling him hard truths as his older stepsister. "If you're having accidents? Yes." "This was hardly an accident." Kaleb bit his lip and shook his head, he was doing his best to look indignant after pissing himself. "This was something you two made me do by taking away my chances to go... you know, just go. You started with the DP, you said it was all science. Then you made me wear embarrassing monkey pajamas, and that was because of rules, and variables, and controls. This morning, you woke me up, and took away even the opportunity to 'go'. That's the way I see it." "That's the way you see it? You're cute, Kay." Beckie softly chuckled as she rose up from the ground, she was a few feet taller than Kaleb, but she seemed to rise higher than that. "I can't testify to what happened yesterday or last night, but I distinctly remember asking you if you needed to go potty earlier when we were playing games. You chose to keep playing games, so don’t blame this one on me." “No. No. No. You don’t get to walk away from taking away my potty privileges and then blame me for wetting my pants.” “You lost your ‘potty privileges’ by telling lies,” Beckie corrected him with a harsh tone. “Did you ever tell us the truth? If not, then going to the potty obviously wasn’t important enough to you.” "That's not..." he raised a finger to make a point, then the point never came. "That's not entirely true..." On second thought, Beckie was kinda right about this. What 'this'? The whole 'this'. The entire morning, the entire night before, if he were in the Amazon's giant shoes, what would he see from Kaleb? How would he think about the boy who willfully went into a pull-up, capitulated into some pajamas, and didn't tell the truth so he could go potty? Not good things. Kaleb wondered aloud. "What's wrong with me?" Before Beckie could answer, Layla rounded the corner from the living room, softly stepping down the hall to where their low-speed chase came to a wet end. There was a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. And not the small kind, like a clutch or a purse, a huge cottony tote decorated with a menagerie of pastel cartoon animals. They were bright and cheerful, both in color and wearing smiling faces, kind of a mockery of the scene around him. Kaleb felt his heart leap into his throat. That bag was for him. A diaper was coming next. How far had he fallen in just one day? "There's nothing ‘wrong’ with you, Kay-Kay," Layla explained as she adjusted the bag at her shoulders, side-eying Beckie with her usual coldness and confidence. "You have a condition - a strange one, but not as uncommon as you’d think. Kaleb, your brain and your body are on different wave-lengths. Your body says that it’s eighteen on the verge of graduating high school, that you're interested in girls, in playing video games, or in whatever you think is cool.” “Your brain, on the other hand, thinks you're a toddler. According to the data, you're in the beginning phases, hopefully we caught it in time, since we don't know how bad it can get. First, it's the toilet training that goes. That normally shows up on everyone's radar. But there are other things, like always lying, afraid to be alone, or seeking comfort in tactile objects, or being constantly moody.” Kaleb studied his stepsister’s face, was this all still a trick? Another manipulation from the master manipulator? No. She actually looked like she wanted to help him. What in the world was going on? “Another big sign that a Little is suffering from Maturosis is when they don’t fit in with their peer group. Have you ever felt like you don’t fit in?” He didn’t answer — but a crooked desk came to mind. “I can go on and on,” Layla said as she tapped the side of the diaper bag. “But I don't want you to sit too long in a wet pull-up." What was he hearing? Kaleb grabbed at his head with both hands, tightening his fingers into the skin of his scalp. If there was a way to "come to grips" with this situation by actually gripping, he'd find it by pulling out thick strands of brown hair. He fought the urge to tug it all away, just like he fought the urge to scream, or to cry, or to just flat out run for his life. "Let me get this straight," he said as he sniffed loudly. "My brain thinks I'm a.. a.." Layla finished his sentence for him. "Your brain thinks you’re a baby — that’s called Maturosis.” .............................

I order mainly from Northshore because they deliver to my local Walgreens where I can pick-up. I order the MegaMax, Go Supreme pull-up, the small booster pads. and I like the large wipes. On occasion I order Sunkiss from Amazon. I use these when I will have a 'light day'.

Chapter 4: Moving in The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess Sarah’s groans into her dummy got louder and louder as we moved slowly past the long queue of other kidnapped people, all sitting in their strollers watching us. A few more of them had those restrictive dummies in their mouth, so they had clearly tried resisting whilst we were busy in the Nurse’s office. And as Sarah got louder and started fidgeting more, I wasn’t far behind in the process, I could feel my stomach churning and pressure building up in my backside. This was not going to be good. “UNNNNF…” Sarah moaned as we got to around the halfway part of the queue. My face must have been bright red at this point, and to be fair, Sarah’s was too… though hers wasn’t due to embarrassment. Not yet anyway. She was about to release the floodgates, and I could tell she was hoping it could wait until after we had passed everyone in the long hallway. Problem was… the floodgates weren’t on the same schedule. And with one last groan, another sound echoed down the hallway, making everyone go completely silent as it filled the corridor. And sadly for Sarah, that wasn’t the only thing being filled. She lifted her butt up as much as she could as she involuntarily released her bowels into the back of these stupidly cute, thick nappies. And to really make things worse, Nanny Alice stopped and turned the stroller so that everyone could see her. Second hand embarrassment caused me to hide my face as Sarah pushed everything out into her nappy, until it was all gone and everything went silent again. That was until the other kidnapped souls decided that was hilarious, completely forgetting that they’re going to have to go through this eventually. Maybe not now, they didn’t have a strike (that I knew of anyway), but they’d have to mess themselves eventually. So they all started laughing, even the ones with the restrictive dummies in their mouths, and I felt bad for Sarah. I felt even worse knowing that that was going to be me in about 5 minutes, as I wasn’t far behind in my ‘punishment’. Hopefully we’ll be away and back to our ‘nursery’ by then so I can do it in relative privacy. And as everyone laughed, Nanny Alice turned our stroller around again and continued walking out, whilst Sarah hung her head in shame, trying to hide her face. I wanted to comfort her. I wanted to hug her and tell her it was okay. But I couldn’t. So I just sat there in my seat, trying to hold back the pressure until it was a bit safer to let go. “Number thirteen… fourteen… aha!” Alice called out as we passed door after door. The walk here was longer than I had expected, I swear the underground complex was at least twice the size of the building on the surface. After the corridor we took the elevator, and then proceeded down many corridors. This place was a maze. I bet it was designed that way so we can’t escape easily, so that we get lost if we even try to escape, reliant on our ‘Nannies’ to take us everywhere. And the entire walk… I was in pain. And poor Sarah was still in shock after messing herself in front of everyone. Trying to hold back the inevitable mess, it was now at critical levels and I was about to… ‘No… please… ahhhhhhh…’ I lost the initial skirmish, letting some of the pressure out into the back of my nappy but not all of it, just as Alice stepped in front of our parked stroller and withdrew her keycard to our nursery, stopping her in her tracks as she quickly turned to me with a smile on her face. “There we go! I was wondering when you’d be forced to give in. You lasted longer than I thought, sweetie. But that’s not a good thing. Babies need to regularly mess their nappies. It’s more healthy for you. So no holding it, okay? And just because you did, you can get changed second.” As Alice unlocked the door and opened it wide open, I was too busy with my personal emergency to look at what our new ‘nursery’ looked like. My thoughts were swirling… ‘it… ahhh… AHHH!’ With the final bit of resistance failing, I gave in and messed uncontrollably, filling the back of my nappy completely. That was it, the battle was over… I had lost. And I was too busy relieving myself to realise I had thought of these as ‘my’ nappies. But even if I did realise, I wouldn’t have cared. Not now. I just needed this relief. Pushing and pushing, it filled up the back of my nappy and I started to worry about it potentially leaking. But then that would be Alice’s job to clean up, being a Nanny and all, so as disgusting as it would be… I’d let her deal with it. “Are… are you okay?” Sarah asked from behind her dummy, putting her hand on my arm for reassurance. “I… that… was disgusting… but… thank god that’s over.” I replied, breathing heavily. “Well done, poppet!” Alice said, crouching down in front of me as I sat in the stroller in this disgusting mess. “You really are a stinky baby! Even worse than Sarah! Don’t worry, I’m not that mean, I’ll change you once I get the other Princess Poopypants changed. For now, why don’t you have a look around your nursery?” And with that… she quickly clicked the restraints that were holding us into the stroller. Freeing us. And then I realised… during my little incident, she had managed to push us inside the nursery and had locked the door behind us. As I thought I saw Sarah clench her fist, Alice looked me directly in the eyes, not even looking at my nursery-mate, and warned her, “And trying to fight back… would be ill-advised.” Sarah’s fist unclenched and Alice scooted over and put her hands under Sarah’s arms, lifting the girl up like she was weightless. Like… how strong are these Nannies? I know we’re all relatively petite people, but these staff members seemed freakishly strong. “Good choice.” Alice whispered to Sarah as she held her in her arms like you would an actual baby, bouncing her up and down. Though whilst she whispered it, she made it loud enough to make sure I heard it too. “Now, let’s go get you changed, shall we sweetie. Look at your fancy changing table!” She held the poor girl in one arm and used the other to point over to the wall at the far end, where a large changing table, one that looked like a regular baby changing table but that was big enough to fit a grown adult, stood. So whilst she took Sarah for a much needed change, I used this opportunity to look around our nursery… …From the comfort of my seat. Okay fine, I just didn’t want to move the mess in the back of my pants anymore than I already had. It was disgusting enough, I didn’t want to mush it or spread it around, so I sat still and looked around from the safety of the stroller. White walls, white crib, white… everything. No decorations, nothing. This looked more like a hospital wing for a baby, or like the world’s blandest nursery. The rug was white, the stuffed bears in the crib were white. Everything was FUCKING WHITE! “What…” “What is it, sweetpea?” Alice asked as I heard her untape Sarah’s nappy. Her body was blocking the view of what was going on at the table, thankfully, but I could still smell it… and it quickly filled the room. I gagged a bit. “I… why is it… ugh, can you get rid of that smell?” I begged. “It’ll get less offensive the more treatments you have, don’t worry. It’ll also be a lot easier to clean up. But yes, let me just…” Wiping her hands before pressing a button on a nearby control panel on the wall, I heard the noise of fans, and gradually, the smell got less and less, until it was barely noticeable. “So what did you want to ask?” She continued. “I… why is it white?” “Because you two haven’t customised it yet, silly!” “We… can customise… our nursery?” “Of course. Some people think forcing people to be babies is easy. Brainwash them, force them to do everything a baby would, and voila! A perfect baby! Not a chance. You know what you get at the end of that? A drone. Someone who is a shell of the former person. The Headmistress tried that with her testing. It just doesn’t work. No… she realised the way to get a perfect little one… is making them want it.” “Making us… want it?” Sarah asked from the changing table, her face bright red still. “Oh yes. We give you a little bit of freedom, we let you pick your colours and themes for your nursery, maybe the colours for your outfits, just little decisions that make you feel like you have some control over your regression.” “Why… Why are you telling us this?” Sarah asked. “Because after your conditioning tomorrow, you won’t care.” Alice said in a very creepy way. “But you said you can’t just brainwash them.” “Oh sweetie… you’ll find out tomorrow. But here’s a little spoiler because you’re extra cute. At the end of every stage, you ‘graduate’. And for the rest of that day, you return to this point, back to your mostly adult selves. To allow the conditioning and everything to sink in and process.” “You’re saying this now because it’s one of the ‘little bits of freedom’, isn’t it?” I asked. “You say this to us now to butter us up, to make us trust you more…” “Clever baby. I can see why the Headmistress likes you.” Nanny Alice smiled at me. “She does?” Asked Sarah on my behalf. “How does she…?” “She personally oversaw every little one taken in. And she has her eye on you, Judy.” “She has her eye on her? What for?” Asked Sarah. “The Headmistress is very secretive, so I’m not sure. Maybe she has a specific, special client she has lined up for this little one. We won’t know until the auction. Just… don’t get on her bad side. Got that?” I nodded and looked down at my feet. “So… how do we change the nursery?” I asked, wanting to change the subject more than anything. Quickly giving her hands another wipe, Alice reached down into the changing table and brought what looked to be an electronic tablet. “Here… this tablet controls how it’ll be decorated. You’ll get access to this every ‘graduation’, so make sure you’ve picked what you want before your next treatment, you won’t be able to change it for a week.” She said, walking over and handing the tablet to me. I took the tablet in my hands, still sat in the stroller, and looked down at the screen as I settled it on my lap, all whilst Alice went back to work cleaning up Sarah. Desperately hoping she would hurry, or that choosing the nursery colours and theme would distract me long enough from the mess in my nappy, I looked away from the nappy changing in front of me and focused entirely on customising the nursery. ‘Wall colour: Blue, Pink, Yellow, White, Lilac, Green, Red. Wait… they’re all pastel shades of those colours. Of course they are… it's a nursery after all…’ I sighed to myself as I looked down the options. ‘I wonder what happens if I select…’ I pressed ‘Yellow’ for the wall colour, expecting there to be a preview or something on the screen, to let me know what it would look like. Instead, much to my surprise (and by the gasp I heard, Sarah’s surprise)... the walls suddenly changed colour. Pastel yellow… just like I picked. “HOW?” Sarah blurted out. “Noise sweetie…” Alice warned, stopping mid change to do so. “This facility is state of the art. The Headmistress is a very wealthy woman, and she has invested in a lot of businesses. I think the furniture has a special paint or something that reacts to certain signals. I’m not exactly sure, I’m not a science person, I just change your soggy and messy nappies and keep my babies cared for.” “Wow… imagine if we had this in our homes…” “One day, we probably will. Maybe you’ll even have it in your future nursery, when you’re adopted. But I doubt you’ll get to choose, you’ll be too little.” Alice reminded us of our current predicament, jolting us back into the present. “What… what colours do you want?” I asked Sarah, figuring that if she was my ‘roommate’ then she should get a say in it too. “What are the options?” She asked. “All pastel colours, I apologise. Same goes for furniture.” “Ugh. Maybe not anything too babyish?” She said. “How about white walls then?” I suggested. “Or this yellow isn’t too bad…” “It’s a bit babyish…” She replied, trying to keep her focus on me rather than the cold wipes ‘downstairs’. “White it is then.” “Just wait until next week…” Alice said, ominously… “Furniture?” I asked, moving the conversation on. “Ugh… I guess it can’t just be white too. Purple? Less babyish than pink I guess…” Pressing purple and white on the colour options for furniture, the crib, the changing table, everything turned purple. I went through each option for each piece of furniture, trying to pick the best option for each item, and it ended up everything being purple or white. It looked… about half way between being a scary medical nursery and a babyish nursery… which I guess is what we were trying to go for. And watching the furniture change colour in real time still amazed me. “That’s… acceptable…” Sarah commented as I looked up to see Alice taping the new nappy shut. “I think it’s lovely. You two girls have good taste. But see how you feel next week…” Alice grinned at me. It was then that there was a sudden knock on the door. “Oh?” Alice said out loud, apparently it was even a shock for her. “I wonder who that is.” Suddenly the door unlocked and opened up. I knew because I could hear it. Problem was… I was facing the wrong way so I couldn’t see who it was. But by the look of dread on Sarah’s face… I could tell it wasn’t anyone good. “How are the little ones in here?” I heard a familiar voice from behind me. “Headmistress… and why do we have the pleasure of your visit?” Alice asked the person standing behind me. “It’s our first official run, so I wanted to check in with each little one to make sure they’re settling… and behaving.” The Headmistress replied. “These two are little angels. They had a brief bout of naughtiness on the bus, earning them the first strikes of the run, but that was quickly solved by a couple of suppositories and the embarrassment of messy nappies in front of their classmates. As you can see, I’m just about finished changing little Sarah here. I’ll change Judy in a second, she’s just picking the colour for their nursery.” “Oh lovely. I like what you’ve chosen. Babyish, but not too babyish. Aren’t you a clever little pair of babies!” The Headmistress said, making my insides feel like jelly. That voice of hers… it did… things… to me. “How about I change little Judy here, whilst you set little Sarah up in the crib.” “Why are we being put in the crib so early? It was still light outside when we came in.” Sarah asked. “Because babies need lots of sleep, plus the drugs are still in your system from your capture, so you’ll fall asleep pretty quickly. Ready for your big start tomorrow.” Alice explained. “Don’t worry, you can stay up as long as you want tonight. But you will be resigned to your crib.” “Wait… crib, singular?” I asked, nervously, as I realised only now that there was only one crib for two ‘babies’. I heard the clack of heels as the Headmistress walked closer and closer, until she bent down, at the side of the stroller I was still in, and looked me in the eyes. “Of course. One crib for every pair. It allows… bonding time…” She grinned. “Are you sure about changing Judy, Headmistress?” Alice asked. “She’s just messed…” “Oh Alice, don’t you worry, I’ve changed plenty of messy nappies before. You take Sarah and settle her down in the crib.” The Headmistress bent down and wrapped her arms around me, lifting me up into the air, without any sign of effort. Like… she’s just as strong as the Nannies and guards! Cradling me in her arms, bouncing me up and down gently with my legs wrapped around her waist, she carried me over to the changing table as Sarah was carried off by Alice. I felt so comforted in this position… it felt… nice. “Come on then, baby girl. Let’s get that icky nappy changed…” Laying me down, the mess in the back of my nappy getting squished against the soft changing mat, I looked up into her eyes as she looked down, deep into mine. And as my tummy felt… wibbly… she winked at me and grinned, pushing the messy nappy against me and squishing it, making me squirm. ========================================================= 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! 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I absolutely love combining diapers with oatmeal. 🤤 Be it on myself or a partner... 🫣 Last time I did this I added a little bit of peanut butter to the mixture to make it a bit more sticky. I think it helped it to not leak out the leg guards. 😅 Definitely warrants further testing. 😏

Part 19 I woke up to find Jenny standing over me and asking if I was OK. I was just emerging from a deep dream where mum and I were sat on a bench looking out to sea with a storm noisily crashing around us. Incredibly, we were both sat crossed-legged because we thought if our feet didn’t touch the ground then the lightning couldn’t strike us. We were also cowered under a large colourful golfing umbrella with a metal spike... but that seemed quite normal. I felt my shoulder being shaken. “Ant, Ant, are you OK?” Jen sounded alarmed and concerned. “Mmm... errr, whattt, ummm....” “You’re making a lot of noise... more than usual anyway.” It took me a few seconds to determine I was no longer in my dream where I was huddled up close to mum and crying because I was scared of the thunder. “Oh, erm, sorry Jen, I, er, er...” “You sounded really frightened. I’ve never heard you making such...” I wasn’t actually crying like I was in the dream but could feel my heart racing so knew I was troubled about something. “I was in the middle of a storm. I, errruuuummm...” It was taking me a little while to get myself under control but at least now I was awake Jen didn’t look so panicked. However, I still wasn’t sure what was going on except I could feel my nappy was sodden but that wasn’t unusual first thing in the morning. It hadn’t occurred to me that the main light was on and it was still night. I looked at the bedside clock, the clear blue numbers indicated it was still only 2.13, for some reason that particular time made me shiver and I felt another spurt of pee enter my soaked padding. I saw Jen shrug her shoulders waiting for me to say something and as I became more aware of my circumstances. “What type of noise?” “I don’t know... I was just coming back from the loo and you... well... it just seemed you were really scared of something. Not like the usual noises you make,” she added with a quick smile. “I don’t make noises.” I said indignantly. “Yer, sure, Mr Silent Sleeper you ain’t.” She said sarcastically and toddled back to her own room. She left me alone and after a couple of minutes I threw back the sheet and checked in case I’d leaked. As usual, all was safely contained but I didn’t want to return to sleep knowing I had a sopping wet nappy so waddled to the dresser and took out some wipes. The new package of Dino disposables lay open by the side of the wardrobe. I decided wipes wouldn’t be enough so grabbed one of my wonderful, cheery disposables and headed to the bathroom. I turned on the main light to checked myself. The plastic pants were OK but the white thick fabric underneath was saturated. It’s strange that since mum had bought these extra thick night time nappies (as she’d called them) I had used them to their fullest and became quite grateful they could take the excess liquid I seemed to produce. However, the pins were fiddly so no wonder I was always pleased when someone else did my change. Despite this drawback, I managed and threw the soaked thing into the laundry basket (the one reserved only for my stuff) and sponged myself down with warm water instead of the cold wet-wipes mum often used. # Once cleaned up properly, I applied lotion and powder, slipped into a nice thick Dinosaur nappy and felt pretty good that at least for the rest of the night I’d be dry. I decided that a pair of clear vinyl pants should then be enough to keep me safe for what remained of the night. As I waddled back mum was standing on the landing in her nightie obviously awaken by my various noises. “Is everything alright Anthony?” Mum looked tired and drawn but perhaps anyone would at two-thirty in the morning. “Fine mum,” I forced a smile, “just needed a change.” She gave a small smile as she checked out my cheerful disposable, perhaps knowing how much I enjoyed wearing them. “Night then love... but I do have something I need to chat to you about in the morning.” “Do you want to talk now?” “No sweetie it can wait. You get back to sleep and we’ll chat later.” I shrugged. “OK, night mum.” I watched mum return to her and dad’s room before I waddled back to my own. The soft rustling that accompanied each movement made me smile. Back in my bedroom I slipped effortlessly under the covers, the new disposable giving me a pleasant crinkle as I settled down. I ran my hand over the soft but welcoming fabric completely forgetting the need for plastic pants. I quickly fell asleep stroking the front, enjoying the impressive bulge and wondering what mum needed to chat about. My dream was of me in exactly the same place as I was before Jen woke me up, only this time I was sat on a bench on my own. I was wearing just the Dino disposable because the weather was hot and the people as they passed nodded and smiled and I felt at peace with the world. The thing was I knew I wasn’t eighteen any more. Eventually, I joined in with a group of small kids who were playing down on the beach, the beach me and mum had visited, and set about building sandcastles. Judging by the remarks and looks I was getting, jovial though they were, I knew I was only a toddler to their eyes... but it didn’t worry me. I giggled and pulled at the sand to cover my legs and just left the dinosaurs on display because we’d made a game... it made no sense but these cartoon creatures somehow played an important part. We were all having a fantastic time - shouting, screeching and laughing. It was fun. # It was just after nine when I woke up. Mum had come into my bedroom and told me that breakfast would be on the table in ten minutes. With the smell of bacon already wafting up from the kitchen she knew I would never miss a Saturday morning fry-up. I flipped my legs from under the cover and was happy to see I was still dry, those little dinosaurs still cheerily chasing each other around the bulging fabric. Deciding to wear them for the rest of the day (or until they were too soggy) I grabbed a pair of clear vinyl pants off the dresser and pulled them up, followed by a pair of white polyester gym shorts and headed downstairs. Dad and Jenny were already dressed both looked like they had made arrangements for a trip out somewhere and wondered if I’d missed some important plans. “Going anywhere nice?” I asked as I took my seat next to Jen. Mum was plating up the bacon and eggs. I noticed that she’d also got scrambled egg on toast for Jen, because she kept an eye on her youthful, but fast maturing figure. “Dad’s got a meeting in Manchester later this morning so I’ve cadged a lift for me and Claire to go over and do a bit of shopping.” “Is Claire coming here?” I liked Claire she was very funny and the only one of Jenny’s friends I could actually speak to without feeling I was being judged. Not that her other friends said much, it was more a feeling and the odd surreptitious look that made me uncomfortable around most of them. “No, we’re picking her up on the way... but we’ll get the train back as dad doesn’t know what time he’ll finish.” Mum slid the plates in front of us all. “You be careful young lady and make sure you’ve got your phone... I want regular texts please.” “Yes mum.” Like all teenagers she was in despair over the attention parents had over her movements. “Yes well, let me know what train you’re on...” “Yes mum,” she shrugged in annoyance but really knew mum was looking out for her and wasn’t really angry. “That goes for you as well,” she nodded towards dad. “Let me know when we can expect you back.” “Yes mum,” Dad did a comic impression of Jen and we all laughed. “That just leaves me and you sweetie, have you got any plans?” “No not really. I messaged Peter last night and he said he might come over this afternoon but wasn’t sure.” The rest of the meal past with similar inconsequential chat. # When they’d left and it was just me and mum I could tell something was disturbing her because of the way she looked at me. Finally, as she finished washing up and I dried the dishes she asked me to sit down as she had something to talk to me about. “Last night Laura Ames called.” I nodded but said nothing. “She said she’d been reviewing your case from when she first saw you at seven... and... compared them with what she knew now.” I could see mum was getting a bit uncomfortable. “She didn’t accuse you of being the reason I wet did she because that’s...” “No, no, erm, nothing like that... she, er, um, wants to do some tests.” “What kind of tests?” I asked suspiciously. Those stupid ink-blot cards immediately sprung to mind, which I’d always thought were stupid and not very scientific way of gauging people’s innermost thoughts. Mum was reticent to say anything further but obviously, now she’d started the conversation couldn’t leave it there. “She wants to test the functions of your brain... she wants to give it a scan.” I was a bit slow on the uptake. “What do you mean... a scan?” “I think she thinks there is more than just a psychological reason for your problem.” Mum looked pained at saying this. Not only that but it all sounded serious and a cold shiver ran down my back, immediately followed by a hot flush into the disposable. # I sat slightly numb (and wet) as mum tried to placate my worries. “She said it might be some kind of hormonal imbalance... or something...” “But she wants to wire me up?” I asked incredulously. “I think it’s more about ruling certain things out rather than anything else... and...” I didn’t like the sound of that AND. “... there’s something else about when you were a toddler and we were on holiday in France all those years ago...” Mum looked uneasy... and why had she changed the subject? “You mean when I got scared of the thunder storm.” I knew what she meant but certain aspects of that trip were forgotten, well by me at least. “Yes love...” she paused before continuing. “This is awkward but... with the storm the whole thing was pretty scary for you but we eventually managed to get you off to sleep and we thought that was all fine.” She came and sat down beside me and held my hand. “With you asking about it, and Laura mentioning it, I’ve been forced to relive something else that happened that night that I really hadn’t given much thought to for all these years... and now I feel so guilty for not knowing...” I could see mum was struggling with an explanation of some kind but I didn’t want to interrupt even though my stomach was in knots wondering what this huge ‘guilty thing’ was. “With the storm came a great deal of rain and because we were camped near the river, the management of the campsite warned us that the levels could rise considerably and advised everyone nearby to move to higher ground.” She looked at me still with that pained expression on her face. “We’d already packed quite a bit of our equipment in the car so dad thought we might as well pack everything and, with the prospect of flooding, get away from that valley and start the journey home early.” # “Mum, what’s the problem, why are you still feeling guilty over something that happened...” I mentally counted backwards, “fifteen years ago?” “Well, as I said, you were fast asleep and I was so grateful you didn’t have to worry about all the panic going on around us because folk started evacuating the area... and moving and such... we were just happy you were out for the count.” “Mum, just tell me... I...” I was annoyed because I suddenly felt my bum hole offer no resistance to a silent fart and the threat of worse but I didn’t want her to not finish her story. “I was carrying you to the car, to fasten you into your booster seat and have you safely ensconced in the dry and out of the way so we could finish the packing. When, as I grabbed the handle, a huge gust of wind caught hold and blew it wide open. It hit me still carrying you, and sent me for six.” I looked to her to wonder why this was such a catastrophe. I saw her unconsciously rubbing her arm. “I got quite a whack and had a bruised arm for ages but I thought my body had protected you because you slept right through it.” “So?” “Well sweetheart, you slept all the way from the campsite to Calais...” I looked at her wondering what she was insinuating. “We were just grateful you were sleeping even if it was for such a long time. We reasoned that your fear of the storm had taken it out of you and...” “Mum, do you think I was injured?” She nodded guiltily. “Yes sweetheart. We were young and I didn’t know any better but I fear you may well have also been hit by that flying door and I hadn’t noticed.” She had tears in her eyes now and I felt my nappy rapidly filling with extra pee and poop... I was shaking and feeling like a three year old because I didn’t know what to say or do. “Last night I discussed the possibilities with your father, who knew nothing about any of that other than I got a bruise from somewhere. Because you were asleep for so long he suggested there was a chance you might have actually have been concussed or something so to call Laura back and get her professional opinion. I did and she suggested... a full scan.” I burst in to tears. “Oh sweetie, don’t be scared it’s not painful it’s...” She wasn’t sure what it was but anyway, I wasn’t listening. All I was aware of was the fact I felt helpless because of the full disposable that clung to my groin. It was like I was three all over again and needed someone to come and change me. My anxiety level maxed out and I could hear a mewling sound and noticed my thumb in my mouth. # It only lasted a few seconds but that feeling of being totally helpless had to have been one of the strangest experiences I’d ever had... and I’d been having a few of them recently. Even though sitting down I could feel the weight and mess splurging around. Mum was trying to calm my sudden dissolve into tears though she must have thought the idea of having a scan was the reason. I don’t think it was because for a brief moment my mind had gone blank and a pain had shot through my head like I’d never experienced before. I sat with mum for a few minutes, whilst she tried her best to reassure me once again that all was well and I had nothing to fear because mummy was here. I was grateful to her hand that slowly stroked my hair and hugged me at the same time. “OK love, I think we’d better get you into something...” “Sorry mum, I don’t know what happened.” I softly spoke into her bosom where my head was nestling. “Not to worry love, it’s a strange time and I fear I might have been...” Again she didn’t finish her sentence but she held my hand and guided me back up to my room. The mess in my nappy reminding me with each step how thankful I was to have been wearing such good protection. # I came back from the shower clean and refreshed and feeling a lot better. I’d had time to think about the proposed neurological tests and decided, after what mum had revealed, it might be better than the psyche evaluation. Of course mum was waiting for me as I continued to towel dry my hair but for the first time in ages she hadn’t got anything laid out and ready. “Anthony love, erm, you’ve had quite a lot to take in and I’m wondering if you’d prefer to wear something, ummm, different today. Something less, erm, protective.... you know... something... like you wore when we went to the coast.” I hadn’t clocked that was why she was standing by the dresser with the underwear drawer open. She fished in and produced a pair of white briefs and one of the pairs of microfibre trunks. “Maybe one of these?” She offered. I could see, for the first time, mum was feeling guilty about putting me in nappies. She was desperate to make some kind of amends and thought this small gesture was perhaps the start. She brought both pairs of pants over to me and offered me the choice. “Mum, it’s not your fault that I wet and certainly not your fault that I messed my...” “But sweetie, how do we know?” I mean, I might have thought I was doing it for your own good but in fact, it was easier because you’ve never once reacted against it.” “Exactly mum, you know it has never bothered me... well... I don’t remember it ever having done... but the point is... I feel safer knowing I’m well covered and these...” I said offering up my white briefs, “offer no security at all.” Mum shrugged but I could tell she wasn’t happy. I don’t think it was with me but she sighed as I went and pulled a large terry cotton nappy (with the extra absorbent gusset), and said I didn’t want to fight her but I needed this to feel secure. She sighed but smiled and said that if I was sure. “Let’s get it on you then as we can all live without you parading around with no clothes on.” Strange that apart from a towel loosely draped around my shoulders I’d not realised I was completely naked throughout our conversation. It hadn’t bothered either of us because I was used to mum seeing me this way and ready to get me nicely fastened tightly in to my welcoming padding. The nappy was thick and for the briefest of moments the towel I’d been dressed in as a three year-old flashed into my head followed by that awful pain. “Uuurrggg,” I shuddered, blacked out and fell to the floor. # # # ...to be continued