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“Morning,” I said, jumping into the bed next to Jacob who was still asleep at the time. “Huh- what?” Jacob said, suddenly stirring awake by my side, arms clenched around his cute little stuffed rabbit. “I said, good morning,” I said with a chuckle, pulling the covers up over me as I turned on my side to face him, snuggling up next to him in the bed. “Oh…good morning,” He said, rubbing his eyes. “Is- Mommy here?” My stomach field with butterflies as I held back a chuckle. It was just so cute so quickly he’d jumped into this who Mommy thing. “No, she's on a lunch date with her friends,” I said. “Just us for the morning,” “Oh…okay,” He said quietly, snuggling up a little as I settled beside him. “Sooo….” I started, feeling rather bored. “Whatcha want to do?” I could see him shrug slightly as he opened his eyes to look at me again. “I guess I’m still just kind of sleepy,” He said. “Oh, okay. I guess that's fair,” I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket. “You don’t mind if I watch videos here then, do you?” Jacob gave a little shake of his head as I opened up Youtube. My video started to play aloud as I turned down the volume, shifting a little in the bed to get comfortable. It felt nice to relax, and there was something oddly cozy about sharing a bed with Jacob like this. A few minutes passed before Jacob turned over in the bed, rolling under the covers to face the other direction. I wasn’t quite sure what came over me, but it almost felt like a muscle reflex that caused me to roll over on my side again, nestling Jacob in front of me as the little spoon, as I shifted my arms to hold my video just above him, ultimately forcing him into a cuddle. Although, forcing might be too strong of a word, as Jacob definitely didn’t fight back. If anything he embraced it, shifting slightly to get comfortable in this new position. “So…what does this make us?” Jacob asked sheepishly after a few more minutes, obviously feeling a little anxious. “Whatcha mean?” I responded, pausing my video. “You know…like- uh- if Samantha is like my Mommy and is…well you know,” He said before pausing. “Does that make her my girlfriend?” I let out a big smile, feeling butterflies in my own stomach as I picked up on what he might be asking. “Yea, I suppose that does,” “So, does that mean we’re like…” “Brothers?” I said, interjecting. Jacob let out a smile as he blushed, rolling over to better look at me. “But like, does that mean we're… boyfriends?” I could feel myself blushing at this point. I knew what he was saying was true, but I hadn’t really been thinking like that. We were best friends afterall, but once the whole diapers and sexual tension thing had been introduced, did that make us more than friends? Boyfriends? Friends with benefits? Whatever it was, the thought of it made me feel warm. It gave me that tingle that I had first experienced with Samantha, and I liked it. I smiled as I leaned in. Slowly closing my eyes as I felt his warmth get closer, until I finally felt his soft, delicate lips with my own as I gave him a good kiss. He barely moved, probably unsure of what to do and it felt nice. The warm, tingly feeling in my stomach only increased as I pulled back to see his blush red face as his eyes twinkled at me. “How was that? Did that answer your question?” I said, feeling like I had just stolen a line straight out of a movie. “I uh- yea…” He said, still standing still as he stared at me. “That was- that was my first kiss,” He said. The smile on my face grew huge, as I felt myself feel a little giddy. “Yea?” Jacob nodded as he quietly hid his own excitement. “And, if we were to continue?” I asked, shuffling under the covers as I moved to get closer to him, wrapping one of my arms around him as I leaned in again, this time with a big smile on my face as I pulled him closer, locking our lips together. The small kiss quickly grew into a short lived make out session as I felt Jacob began to try to experiment, likely trying to copy what I was doing but ultimately failing to do a good job of it, but I guess that's kind of what the first time is for everyone. I pulled my head back, smiling at him as his eyes continued to twinkle with delight. The smile on his face was soft as he stared into my eyes. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, staring back at him, causing his smile to grow a little bigger. “So, what's next?” Jacob responded. “What do you mean?” I said, leaning in to rub my nose against him as I enjoyed the moment. His cheeks turned a little red. “You know…” He started. “Do we like…” I grinned as I put the pieces together. “Oh I see,” I said with a smirk. “Someones experiencing the symptoms of the cage,” Jacob blushed. “Are…are you not horny?” “Haha, I mean yes, I am, but unless you’re looking to get railed, there isn’t much I’m going to be able to do for you,” I said teasingly, looking down at his crotch which I could only imagine was feeling the full effects of its prison. “You could get the key?” Jacob said desperately. “I don’t have the key,” I said, which wasn’t far from the truth. “What?” Jacob asked worryingly. “What if…” He started before I cut him off. “I mean I know where the key is, but that's just for emergencies,” I said with a chuckle, starting to run my hand up his chest to further drive him wild. It was fun actually, teasing him. I could see why Samantha got such a kick out of it. Jacob let out a sigh, having obviously gotten a little worried about his impending doom. “Relax,” I said, leaning in for another kiss which he graciously accepted, though his kissing skills weren’t much. “What if…we like- just snuck the key?” I stared at him for a minute, watching him in the heat of the moment desperately trying to search for some kind of escape. It was pathetically cute, and I loved it. “Lets just say it's stored in such a way that if it's used, it will be very clear to Mommy and we’d both probably get our butts beat,” I said, watching as I couldn’t get over how desperate he looked. “Come on, lets go play a game or something, unless you want to lie here and watch me masturbate,” I said jokingly, jumping up out of bed as I waited for him to do the same. Jacob hesitated for a second before slowly scooting to the edge of the bed. “What uh-,” He started, sounding a little nervous. “I’ll let you pick the game,” I said, making my way to the door before realizing he was still sitting on the bed. “...are you dry?” He asked. I smirked, quickly putting together what he was after though I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it. “Yes…” I said, trying to sound like I wasn’t certain of what he was going to ask. “Maybe I-,” Jacob started. “Maybe I could- like- try sucking your dick?” I could feel my penis already inflating, but I couldn’t help but feel weird about the whole thing. We were friends after all and I didn’t want sex to ruin that. Was it worth the risk? Was it worth the potential risk? “Tell you what…” I started. “You hold onto that feeling, and if its still the case the next time we’re alone, I’ll happily let you slobber all over me,” I said with a smirk, eliciting a smile from Jacob. Jacob stared at me for a moment, almost as if a part of him was happy I had said no? Though to be fair, if he had tried to insist I wasn’t sure I’d be able to restrain myself any further. I might not be locked up in a cage like him, but I was definitely horny just thinking about what that experience might be like with him. But I wanted it to be perfect. Did you enjoy the story? Want to help support me in creating more? Check out my Patreon!

Chop meat & noodles (small elbow macaroni) Just fry the chop meat, add onions, salt, pepper. Boil the noodles. Make a brown gravy with the chop meat, then add the noodles in. Any small pasta noodles would do though. Should look something like this. You can sprinkle some Italian cheese over each serving if you like.

Chapter 62: Reunions FRIDAY MORNING, I had a much earlier nursing session and breakfast than usual. We were up super early so Hannah and I could get to Aphrodite’s studio for my first modeling job. Hannah had dressed me in a simple set of elasticized jeans and a pink sweatshirt with Olaf on it that said, ’Some People Are Worth Melting For’ on it. I had nixed Hannah’s idea of holiday dresses based on a conversation with Amanda in the Friar Hall the previous night while we were at dinner. Since they really only wanted me for my diaper butt, there was no real point in dressing up. “You already have the job,” Amanda had stated to me but looked pointedly at Hannah when she said it. I smiled as we walked in and saw camera crews setting up cameras, backdrops, and furniture in multiple zones of the vast Aphrodite studio. Amanda saw us and waved, “Hi guys,” she greeted me, “This is Janet; she’ll be in charge of the shoot for the manufacturer.” “Oh my, she’s even cuter in person than in the shots you gave us!” she cooed at me. “You’re really eighteen?” I nodded, “Well, technically, I’m eighteen years old, or eighteen months – I can be both legally. For modeling purposes, though, I’m eighteen years old.” She smiled at that, “That’s great! That means we have all day to finish this before you probably go home for Christmas Break?” “Not quite; our parents are picking us up to go on a vacation,” Hannah said. “You are?” “Hannah… her unofficial mommy,” she smiled. “Well then, let’s not waste too much time! We have a new version of our diapers that we’re going to be releasing in the first quarter of this year. We want to have you wearing it and running around, playing, maybe getting changed, and film a few other scenes…?” I smiled, knowing I would make enough money to be worth the embarrassment, “Okay, when do we get started?” I was led to a salon where a lady was ready to work with my hair. “We’re looking for a little younger hairstyle than you have. Would you hate me if I said we needed to cut it way shorter?” she looked at Hannah for the answer, not me. Meanwhile, Hannah looked down at me for my response. ‘Caireen, I can fix it when we’re done with magic, right?’ I asked. ‘Yes, and if the spells you know don’t work for some reason, I have another I’ll teach you.’ I sighed, “Go ahead; I can fix it afterward,” I told her. She gave me a weird look, “That okay with you, Mommy?” “She’s not actually mine, and she is eighteen, so just ask her,” Hannah told her. “I’m just here for moral support... and diaper duty!” My hair was quickly chopped and removed in bulk by the stylist! Other than on the assignment, my hair had not been that short in years! In the end, she had more of a hybrid between Lily’s hair and ‘Olivia’s’ during the assignment. It was just long enough that she’d tied it up in two cute stubby pigtails. “Perfect!” Janet said when she saw me. “Now we just need to get you dressed in this awesome new diaper and this shirt.” She made the last statement to Hannah, and I felt annoyed that she forgot I was really eighteen... “Okay,” Hannah said, “Is there some specific place?” “Here on the floor works? Or wherever you all are comfortable.” I sighed, “Just get it done, Hannah,” I told her. She laid out my changing pad and soon had me in the new diaper. It did fit quite a bit differently! It seemed they added another zone of wide elastic along the absorbent pad in the middle from the back to the front. The leg gatherings seemed to be hugging me more too. “These feel nice,” I told Janet. She smiled, “Not often one of our target audience members can have a conversation about the product! I may have to get you in touch with our research team!” I smiled, “For the right fee, I’d be interested.” “Said like a pro!” she smiled at me. I looked down at the simple pink long-sleeve shirt I’d been given. There was a simple pattern of small, repeating white bows on the shirt’s fabric. “This is really short,” I mentioned. “It’s a crop top for a baby,” Hannah giggled at me. “Well, we must ensure the cameras can see the diaper in all its glory,” Janet explained. “Now, ready to get filming?” At eighteen, there was no limit to my hours as a model, and you could tell Janet intended to take advantage of that to make me the face of the new product line. I was filmed jumping up and down, giggling, clapping my hands awkwardly, and staring at my ‘mommy.’ The actress playing her was another Aphrodite member, and they took shots of me playing with her while inside the set crib. I was filmed playing with toys in a nursery, running around on an outside garden set, crawling all over the place on a playground, and intentionally shown playing with my diaper wet. That was to show the ‘no sag’ design. Soon after, I was most embarrassed as they filmed me getting a diaper change multiple times! Nothing would be aired more than tapes being applied - and possibly my butt, but I had to do everything in my power not to be red as my hair during that part! We stopped for a lunch break and another diaper change. I was changed into a bunch of other tops and still photographed in about as many ways as I could imagine. Finally, they had me just in a fresh diaper for the final shots and nothing else. Most of the time, I was held by the other model, but sometimes I was on my own, still playing or crawling. I had just been changed again and told they had enough shots and footage when I heard, “Sofia!!!” from a little voice. I looked to see Lily running over to me in a cute Christmas dress like Hannah would have wanted to dress me in. “You wear diapers! You baby still?” She asked and pulled up her skirt, “I big girl now!” she showed me the pink Pull-Ups she’d been wearing since Thanksgiving Break under her tights. “I’m proud of you!” I told her and hugged her. I noticed she had grown another inch or so since I had left home. ‘She might be taller than me now!’ I frowned. “I’m done now, right?” I asked Janet. “Yep, go ahead and get dressed. Oh, we always bring a bunch of extra boxes of diapers, just in case, for the shoot. I think there’s like seven unopened boxes over there – since you like them, go ahead and take them!” I actually smiled at that, “Thanks!” I hugged Mom and Dad and then let Mom help me get dressed into a matching dress to Lily’s, along with some white tights. “Hi, Sofia,” Hannah’s mom said, “Do I get a hug?” I smiled, “Sure!” She picked me up and said, “So I hear you consider my Hannah to be your mommy…?” I blushed, “Sort of…?” “Well, I guess that makes me Grandma?” “Grammy,” I said to her instead. She tickled me and ended up being the one to carry me back to our dorm. My dad and her dad brought the boxes of diapers past way too many students and friends. Each of them seemed to have a knowing smirk on their face. I blushed, but I was a baby… I would always need diapers! Our parents looked around in shock at the room for the brief time we were there. “How is it…?” Her dad was going to ask. “Don’t ask,” my dad said, “My experience with magic sometimes means you just have to accept it.” “You have everything in that?” Mom asked me, looking skeptically at the tiny purple ‘Sofia the First’ suitcase I acquired last week. “I think so!” “How about we grab one of these boxes?” Mom suggested as she looked at the diapers. “I already have three boxes in my bag?” “Wha…?” Mom asked. “Magic, Sweetheart,” Dad told her. She spluttered for a second, “You like them better, right? So let’s just trade them out really quick?” I sighed and opened up my suitcase. I, of course, had performed one of the enlarging spells on it. It was way larger inside than anything else I’d made like that so far. I reached in and snagged two boxes, each with over a hundred diapers in them. Three had most likely been overkill for the fifteen days we were going to be with our parents at the cabin, but Hannah hadn’t wanted to get stuck without them. ‘You would be a cranky baby…’ Caireen said in agreement the night before about my complaints of overkill. I groaned and replaced the diapers with the new boxes then. Hannah still had like fifteen of the old diapers in her bag, and I had another twenty in my backpack too… Plenty of other things were inside to take care of me. Hannah and I had included dozens of baby bottles, pacifiers, stuffed animals, games, and even some Lego sets. I still had not found the time to put together the ones from our New York trip! When I was done, “Now we’re good?” Mom saw the infant carrier that we’d said we had. “This is her car seat?” She asked Hannah. “Yep, she still fits in it as a carrier, too, if you want to just put her in it now?” I blushed, but Mom wasted no time picking me up and laying me inside of it, smiling at me as she buckled me in. “I don’t know if I can carry her all the way to the car?” she told my dad. “I can carry her; you want to pull her suitcase? This has a base somewhere?” Dad said. Hannah pointed out where it sat beside the stroller that had been folded up. “Should we take this too?” Mom asked. “You planning on any long walks or shopping that we need to hide her in? Her car seat can just attach to it too.” Mom sat me back down, unfolded the stroller, and then figured out how to latch it in. “Much better!” She said with a smile and tickled my stomach. “You really are much cuter as a baby!” I stuck my tongue out at her and found myself rewarded with a pacifier shoved in my mouth by Hannah. “Behave!” she warned me. I just smiled at her. Lily chose that moment to go up to Hannah with her arms raised. “Uppy Hanny! Missed you!” She smiled, “Aww… I missed you too, Lily,” she told her and hugged her. Her dad took her suitcase and bag, while my dad pulled the dainty little suitcase with him. Mom pushed my stroller to the parking lot at the front of the campus. I couldn’t help but smile that she seemed so happy right then to see me! I certainly felt better back with my family! Soon we had signed out and were at the two SUVs they’d rented. “We’ll see you at the dinner stop?” Mom said to Hannah’s mom. “That should work fine! It’ll give us a chance to interrogate our daughters and figure out what mischief they’ve been up to!” Mom opened the door, and I found my rear-facing seat soon latched into the base, next to Lily’s now forward-facing car seat. It couldn’t have been more obvious that she was the big girl now, and I was the baby! ALL ALONG THE drive for the next hour, Mom and Dad kept asking me questions about friends, classes, and things I was learning. I was excited to tell them about things at first, but I grew tired of their questions after a while. Finally, I was so grateful when we pulled up to the restaurant we were stopping at for dinner to make the interrogation stop for a bit! Mom carried me inside on her hip while Dad had a sleepy Lily cradled in his arms. Hannah gave me an odd expression as she walked in the door, and I sat patiently in Mom’s arms. Soon we were seated at a large table with a high chair for myself and a booster seat for Lily. Mom sat to my right, and Hannah joined me on the left as I waited to see just what food was available! The restaurant was a mixture of everything, but the twenty-four-hour breakfast menu sounded delicious right then! So mom ordered me a meal with pancakes, bacon, sausage, and hash browns. We didn’t bother pretending I was a normal baby throughout dinner. I ate with the miniature silverware we’d brought and wished I could have a second plate or two. “I can’t believe you finished that so quickly!” Hannah’s mom said. “I’m missing Bechtel’s dining room right now,” I complained. “Be grateful you sent her there, Mrs. Hammerstein. She’d eat you out of the house!” “She already was before she left.” I looked at Hannah to glare at her and then realized she’d just made a face that I knew too well. We had this discussion with our friends the past week. I had a pee-pee and poo-poo set of faces that I never even knew I had made! Hannah had the ‘my breasts are leaking’ look she was making right then. So I nudged her, “Need to?” “My pump is in my suitcase,” she whispered. “What’s wrong, Hannah?” Her mom asked. She pointed at her breasts and whispered, “I’m really full…?” “Well, just have Sofia take care of it,” my mom said, “It’s natural to do?” “Here…? In front of…?” She blushed as she motioned, especially toward our dads. “Just take care of Sofia; it’s okay, honey. It’s not like we don’t know,” her mom told her. I smirked at her, “Nummies, Mommy!” I said to her. She sighed and picked me up out of the highchair. There was a blanket in the diaper bag that she pulled out, apparently not too fond of breastfeeding me in front of her parents! Other than that, it was so routine to me that I didn’t feel like it was that big of a deal! She placed me at her breast, and I let my mouth instincts take over. I was really grateful because the plate of food wasn’t nearly enough!!! Her mom said, “Aww… you make such a great mommy!” “What Sofia do to Hanny?” Lily asked loudly. I blushed and figured Hannah was doing the same. “Sofia’s just drinking her milkies like you used to do from me when you were little,” Mom told her. “She littler baby?” Dad laughed, “Yes, she is. You wear big girl panties now, right? She still wears her diapees like a little baby.” After Hannah switched me to her other breast, I began tuning out the embarrassing conversation. Lily was getting bored and becoming a bit more challenging to wrangle. Mom took her to the potty before I finished, and we returned to the cars. I was asleep from my milk coma before we reached the car! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! Please press the ‘Like’ Button if you’ve enjoyed it! We’re at the end of the tale and I'll post the Epilogue on Thursday! Comments would be super appreciated to know what you’ve thought! 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The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 29 "Sweetie, we're home. Time to get up.." No sooner than Jane having buckled Isabelle into her seat, her daughter had fallen asleep in the back on the car. Jane didn't want to bother Isabelle, and so drove silently to let her daughter rest. 'It sounds like she had a pretty rough day,' Jane thought to herself. 'But she will be okay. Kids go through things like this all the time.' Contrary to Jane's belief, Isabelle was probably going through something a little more rare. But, Isabelle was tired. "Sweetie. Come on. Up you go," Jane said, unbuckling her daughter's seatbelt and lifting her on to her feet. "Can you walk for me baby? Mom has to carry some things into the house. Isabelle rubbed her eyes, feet on the ground in her driveway. She didn't remember falling asleep, but she knew she must have. Isabelle heard her mom's question, but didn't have the energy to respond, so simply nodded, and continued to wipe the dust bunnies from her eyes. "Good girl," Jane said, carrying in Isabelle's bag on her shoulder, and groceries in her other arm. Jane locked the car door, and followed Isabelle up the stairs to the front door of their house, where Isabelle waited for her mom to unlock the door. Jane pulled out her key, inserted it into the door, and pushed it open, feeling the contrasting cool air of the house blast out and hit her. It was nice to be home. Isabelle sluggishly made her way into the house, and headed straight downstairs. She was in the mood to watch some TV, she decided, and made her way down to the couch, pulling the remote out. As she did, she heard her mom call down to her "..Belle. Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes. So just one episode okay?" Isabelle heard her mother, but was still working up the energy to respond. Instead, she just flipped the TV on, and found what she was looking for - some Rover Roo. Isabelle needed to take her mind off of things. The harder she worked at cracking her conundrum, the more exhausted she felt. It was a lot of work, doing an investigation by herself. 'I mean look. The Cluefinders have FIVE people,' Isabelle thought, 'plus Rover Roo. And even they take a long time to crack their conundrums. It makes sense that my pace has been slower.' Isabelle settled into the couch as she continued to watch her episode. After it ended, another episode started immediately after, but Isabelle remembered what her mom had said, and so turned the TV off. Isabelle was also feeling an urgent need to pee again, and so when she stood up, she made her way upstairs to the bathroom near the kitchen to pee. Isabelle emerged to her mother walking by, while chatting on the phone. Jane put her arm around Isabelle and guided her back to the kitchen as she continued to speak about god knows what. "uh huh......Yah.......Okay, I'll try that.........Yah I picked some up like you said..............Yaaaaaaa.," Jane said, as she started rubbing her daughter's side, "..we had a bit of a rough start to our morning. But were having a nice time now. Okay.......Ya speak later. Bye." Jane hung up and redirected her attention to Isabelle. "Guess who that was? It was Jess! And she was asking all about your day at school today, did you know?" Isabelle didn't, but she wasn't exactly surprised. Why wouldn't Jess be interested in Isabelle's day at school? It had been quite the day! Jane didn't wait for Isabelle to respond, as she watched her daughter climb up on the kitchen stool. "And guess what? You're going to get to sleepover at Jess's on Friday night! How exciting is that? Jess said she had a very special night planned for you. She needs a helper to look after the kids." 'About time,' Isabelle thought. 'Dani probably let Jess know how responsible I was last week, and I can finally babysit Becky and Eric again.' Isabelle thought, as her mom put a plate of pasta in front of her. "That sounds great mom," Isabelle said, before reaching for her fork and sticking it into her noodles. "Are you coming too?" Isabelle asked, curiously. Isabelle liked the idea of being able to show her mom how responsible she was as well. "No sweetie. But I'll pick you up in the morning, okay? Mommy is going out with friends that night. But you'll be on your best behavior for Jess, right?" Isabelle nodded, as she used her fork to scoop more noodles into her mouth. "Ockkkee Mam," Isabelle said, with a full mouth, before drinking her full glass of water her mom had set out for her. Jane got up to refill it for her daughter. The rest of dinner went by nicely. Jane asked Isabelle all about her book on space. Isabelle, unfortunately, couldn't share much, having only read a single page, but told her mom, between bites of food and drinks of water, that it had been very exciting so far. "I think it will yield promising information," Isabelle said to her mom, without providing more context. Jane stood up and chuckled. "Yield promising information? When did my little girl learn words like that? That Miss Jenny must be doing a wonderful job with you at school, using words like 'yield.." Jane said, as she collected Isabelle's empty bowl and took it over to the sink to wash. "Straight into the shower with you now," Jane said, "and then bed," Jane announced, as she turned on the sink to begin washing the dishes. "And you better use soap young lady!" Jane announced playfully, but having noticed that her daughter's showering habits had been, well, less than perfect of late. "Or else I'll have to come in and make sure you're doing it right!" Isabelle hopped of her stool. "No problem mommy," she responded, before running upstairs straight into the bathroom, where she pulled off her shirt, her leggings, and her panties, before giving the bathtub faucet an extra hard tug to turn it on, pulling the lever to start the shower. Isabelle waited a minute, patting her full tummy, for the water to warm up, before getting in, letting the warm water sooth her bones. Isabelle could practically feel the water wash away the difficulties of the day, the sticky tear streaks under her eyes, the loneliness of the school day flowing off of her, and down the drain. Isabelle felt her body relax in the warm water, so much so apparently, that she had started to pee without realizing it. Isabelle allowed herself to finish, before re-washing her legs again, having peed on them a little more than she would have cared to admit she had. Isabelle turned the shower off, letting the water drip off of her body for a minute, before wrapping herself in a towel, soaking the liquid off of her body. Isabelle stepped out of the shower and on to the mat in front of the tub, where she stopped to dry herself off before leaving the bathroom. 'Another unexpected benefit - less body to dry!' Isabelle laughed to herself, trying to make the most of the less than ideal situation. Isabelle exited the bathroom, where she ran into her mom in the hall. Jane saw her daughter, bent down to her level, and started rubbing the towel Isabelle was wrapped in around Isabelle's body, helping dry her off. "Okay sweetie. Let's get into pajamas. Come, well go together, Jane said, as she stood up and wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulder, walking with Isabelle toward the girl's room. Isabelle leaned into her mom as they walked. Jane reached out and turned Isabelle's doorknob, pushing the door in, and then walking into the room. Isabelle, however, stopped walking, as she was confronted with yet another thing she had not expected. Her room had changed again. To the naked eye, the space in Isabelle's room was fitting for a girl her age. The room radiated joy and warmth, designed especially for an imaginative and creative ballet dancer such as Isabelle. The walls are painted a soft shade of pink, providing a soothing and cheerful atmosphere that Isabelle would have admitted was a welcome change, if not for being distracted by the rest of the changes. Delicate white trim framed the edge of the walls, which matched the white, scalloped windows that added playfulness to the color. The windows themselves were dressed with flowing and flowery pink curtains, tied back with ribbons adorned with colorful bows, letting the glow of the moon shine into her room. In the center of her room, Isabelle identified her cozy and comfortable bed, smaller than the one she was used to, but still plenty big enough for her. Her bed was adorned with a lovely pink bedspread, her sheets seemingly having not changed from the white polka dot ones she had wet not so long ago. the pink comforter had, what appeared to be horses, stitched on to it, the steeds galloping toward the viewer. The pillows on the bed were dotted with colorful patterns of flowers, butterflies, and even unicorns, with Rabbity sitting prominently in the front. More fluffy pillows in various shades of pink, white, and pastels rested against the back headboard. Isabelle couldn't help but feel the bed was inviting her to sink into it, and fall into dreamland. Above the bed, a whimsical canopy hung from the ceiling, draping down in delicate pink fabric adorned with twinkling fairy lights. The canopy shone with a magical ambiance, making her bedroom feel like a fairytale come true. On each side of her bed, a small wooden nightstand stood proudly, piled with short chapter books on each, ready to whisk Isabelle away to magical lands.. The nightstands had smooth surfaces, each also holding a charming pink lamp with a frilly lampshade. The lamps, along with the twinkling lights of her canopy, were the only source of light when Jane opened the door, casting a soft glow in the evening light. 'Perfect for bedtime reading,' Isabelle thought. Against the far wall to Isabelle's right, her desk had been replaced with a spacious, painted wooden desk adorned with stickers of her favorite cartoon characters. Isabelle immediately recognized Rover Roo and several other members of the Cluefinders starring back at her, welcoming her to sit down. The desk also appeared to be home to an assortment of art supplies, including colored pencils, markers, and crayons in a rainbow of shades. A pink and white polka-dotted chair to match her sheets provided a cozy spot for her to unleash her creativity and bring her vibrant imagination to life. Isabelle wanted desperately to sit down upon seeing the desk, and continue to work on her investigative journal. In front of her was her white dresser, though similar, shorter and wider. Isabelle recognized that it would be far easier to reach into each drawer with this design, considering her diminutive stature. On top of the dresser were photos of Isabelle and her mom, some recent, some old, in whimsical and interesting frames that brought a smile to Isabelle's face. There was also a new feature in her room. On the other side of her dresser, in the far corner of the room running along the left side, a dollhouse stood tall, complete with miniature furniture and tiny dolls, perfectly positioned for playtime. The dollhouse appeared to be in excellent condition, and Isabelle was, despite not wanting to admit it, immediately fascination creating stories and tales for the dolls to adventure through. Isabelle stepped into the room after her mom, her bare feet coming into contact with a fluffy pink rug covering the majority of her floor. Isabelle wiggled her toes, feeling the rung whisp between her feet, creating a soft and inviting space for her to walk - or sit and play. Jane had already made her way to Isabelle's dresser, opening the top, and largest of the drawers, and pulling out a sweetnight. Jane reached out to Isabelle, handing it to her. Isabelle, in turn, simply dropped her towel to the floor, and took it from her mom, stepping into it and pulling it up. There was something, odd, however, tonight about her sweetnight. 'This feels......different,' Isabelle thought to herself. It wasn't that they felt bad, or even uncomfortable. In fact, they felt substantially better. 'They kind of feel great.....amazing, even.' Isabelle thought to herself, as she squirmed a little, watching her mom close the drawer, and bend down to go into what appeared to be Isabelle's pajama drawer. Isabelle took the chance to ask her mom what happened. "Momm.......my sweetnights feel different. Did you get new ones?" Isabelle asked, innocently. Jane had just found a set of lime green pajamas, with pineapples and mangoes dancing around on them, for Isabelle to wear, when she turned to answer. "Oh don't worry sweetie. I just put an extra little pad in the ones we had. Jess told me about the trick. Its nothing to worry about, just put them on like you always do." Jane responded, handing Isabelle the pajama set. "Are they not comfortable anymore? I did my best to make sure the boosters were attached correctly!" As Isabelle listened to her mom's explanation, she was able to connect what Jane was saying to what she was feeling and experiencing. 'hat's what's different,' Isabelle thought, as identified the increased bulk between her legs. Though it was forcing her legs a little further apart, Isabelle actually found it to be even more comfortable, 'almost like having a pillow between my legs,' she thought. "No mom, they're super comfy now." Isabelle responded. "Thanks." Isabelle wasn't sure why her mom had added this little booster or whatever that was, but she was grateful that her mom did. 'This will ensure even better sleeping,' Isabelle thought, 'which in turn, will translate to faster results in solving this conundrum!' Jane smiled, as she watched Isabell pull her pajamas bottoms on. 'I'm glad she's not making a big deal about this..' Jane thought to herself. As she watched her daughter pull her pajama top on, Jane couldn't help but smile. The booster in the sweetnight added some pretty substantial bulk, so much so, that it was pretty obvious what her daughter was wearing underneath her pajamas. Jane chuckled to herself at the cute site of the waistband of the sweetnight hovering over her daughter's pajama bottoms, and the obvious bulk protruding from underneath. 'Sweet girl,' Jane thought, as she made her way over to help Isabelle, who had seemingly gotten stuck in her shirt, find the head hole. "Okay. Bedtime. Chop chop." Jane said, patting her daughter's padded butt toward the bed. Isabelle responded, immediately jumping toward the bed, and throwing some pillows off to the side, before climbing under the covers with Rabbity. Isabelle couldn't put her finger on it, but she could feel something else different underneath her. It wasn't her sweetnight, which was providing her nothing but added comfort. Instead, it was something odd beneath the sheet, 'slippery almost,' Isabelle thought. Much like her new sweetnight, it wasn't a bother. Instead, it felt kind of fun, and Isabelle squirmed her legs around feeling whatever it was all around her, before snuggling up with Rabbity. As she starred up at the canopy hanging over her, Isabelle couldn't help but smile; she loved her new room, her new décor, her new bed even. Isabelle was not sure when her mom had the time to make all these changes. 'This will be the perfect place to sleep, and an even perfecter place to solve this conundrum!' Isabelle thought to herself, as her mom turned her bedside lamps off, and made her way out of Isabelle's bedroom, into the hall. With the faint glow from the firefly-like lights in her canopy, Isabelle closed her eyes, feeling as though she was falling asleep under the heavens, as she fell into dreamland once more. *** Isabelle pulled Rabbit close to her chest as she blinked, laying on her back. She could feel the warm glow of the sun shine through her pink curtains, and hit her cheek once more. Isabelle blinked, and pulled herself up in her bed into a seated position, turning and seeing it was time to get up, at least according to her alarm clock. Isabelle was too comfortable to get up, however, even despite her recognition that she needed to pee. 'I don't wanna get outta bed yet,' Isabelle thought, as she eased herself back down, and consciously let her bladder flow. There was no internal debate this time - 'no dif...*YAWN*....ference.......still sleeping...' Isabelle decided, though very much awake. Isabelle closed her eyes as she felt her pee flow out of her, making contact with an already squishy sweetnight. the front of the sweetnight did its best to rapidly absorb the pee, before it could take no more, reflecting the liquid down further into the sweetnight, more being absorbed along the way. Isabelle smiled as she felt the warmth of the padding, replacing the cooler sections from where the sweetnight had absorbed her pee earlier that night. Isabelle felt as her pee continued to roll underneath her to her, tickling the edges of her butt, as Isabelle shifted her legs further apart and lifted her butt slightly in an effort to ease the pees path underneath her as she yawned once more. Isabelle could hardly believe that the pee was still flowing out of her as the liquid appeared to reach the small of her back, still contained by her sweetnight. As it did, Isabelle heard her door open, her mom having come in and turned her light on. As Jane approached the bed, Isabelle could feel the stream slow, and stop, before the last refuge of her sweetnight at her back soaked it up, before settling, warm and comfortable all around her. Isabelle opened her eyes again, and smiled at her mother. Whether she was smiling at the sight of her mom or something else, Isabelle couldn't be sure. All she did know was that she slept like an angel. "Good morning Isabelle," Jane said, as she came and sat down next to her daughter, sliding a hand under ther covers and kissing her daughter on the forehead. Jane's hand made its way to her daughter's stomach, tracing circles with her fingers, garnering giggles from Isabelle from the tickles. Jane slid her hand further down, patting her daughter's very warm, very very full sweetnight. 'She must have peed just before I woke her,' Jane thought, grasping the front of the sweetnight a little more firmly, feeling its warmth and bulk. 'Its a good thing I put those boosters in. She would have gone right through these. The sheet was smart as well...' Jane concluded. For her part, Isabelle hardly noticed her mothers hand on her sweetnight. Sure, she knew her mom's hand had moved off of her stomach, but paid no mind to whatever it was doing. Instead, Isabelle simple wished her mom a good morning too, shifting up to her knees to give her mom a hug, wrapping her arms around her mom's neck. Isabelle immediately felt the weight of her sweetnight, which was drooping low into her pants, and nearly pulled her over. Isabelle was entirely unbothered by it. "Up. Teeth brushed. And downstairs for breakfast. Let's go." Jane announced, kissing her daughter one more time, and returning to her own room to get dressed for work. Isabelle got out of bed, again feeling the weight of her sweetnight. Standing up now, Isabelle could feel its bulk forcing her legs slightly further apart. The sides of her sweetnight were almost acting like heaters for her thighs, and Isabelle found it rather comfortable. The increased bulk continued to feel better than what she had previously been wearing, including when wet. Isabelle walked toward the bathroom, finding that she had to waddle a little more than walk in her current state. After washing and brushing, Isabelle returned to her bedroom, pulling her pajama top off before removing her bottoms, kicking them to the side. Without her pajama bottoms on to hold her sweetnight up, it drooped still further, and Isabelle laughed as the sweetnight almost took itself off, Isabelle easing it off of her and pushing it to the side. Isabelle turned to her dresser, where she spotted some "Kidz Wipez" on top. Noticing that there was a little pee smell still emanating from her, Isabelle decided to grab a few of the wet wipes from the container, and quickly wipe down her crotch, vagina, thighs, and butt with a few wipes, before piling them up on top of the dresser. Isabelle felt much cleaner like this, and was glad her mom had set the wipes out for her to use. Isabelle searched through two drawers for her panties, finally finding a pair of yellow ones and slipping them on. Isabelle then opened another drawer, intending to find a pair of pants, but instead finding a large piece of dark denim. Unsure what it was, Isabelle pulled it out, revealing a long overall like clothing item. 'Except they aren't overalls,' Isabelle deduced, 'they have a skirt on at the bottom.' Isabelle decided she wanted to wear those today, and went into another drawer to find a black and white horizontally striped shirt, pulling it over her head. Isabelle then stepped into her skirtalls, pulling them up. Isabelle struggled to grasp the buckles and pull them over her shoulders at first, but was able to do so once she sat on the floor. Standing up, Isabelle adjusted her skirtalls down, and made her way downstairs. In the kitchen, Isabelle found her mom drinking her morning coffee and reading the newspaper. Another bowl of cereal, as well as toast and jam, were already waiting for Isabelle, who hopped up onto the stool, and started eating right away. "Mommy, can I have the I-Spy game please?" Isabelle asked between bites. Jane complied, setting the page aside for Isabelle. "Once you're done eating everything." Jane said, flipping the page to the international news section. Isabelle took her mom's remark as a challenge, working hard to eat every last bite of her cereal and toast, before drinking the milk out of her cereal bowl, as well as finishing her glass of milk on the side. "AHhhhhhhhhhhhh" Isabelle groaned, as she finished the last sip of milk, and got onto her knees, so she could reach the newspaper. Jane, watching Isabelle reaching over the counter, quickly moved her daughter's empty glass out of the way, which Isabelle had nearly knocked on to the ground. "Careful sweetie," Jane said, before getting up, and shifting Isabelle's hair around. "Your hair is crazy this morning," Jane said, before leaving momentarily, and returning with a hair brush. Isabelle allowed her mom to brush her hair out at the counter as she worked diligently to spot the differences in her puzzle. 'Can't find any......today," Isabelle thought, pausing as her mom worked a knot out in the back of her head. After about 15 minutes of searching, Isabelle was shocked she couldn't find a single difference. "They're really making these puzzles hard mom," Isabelle said, as her mom was finishing up, clipping a big pink bow on the back of her daughter's hair. "I know sweetie. Those are for adults anyway. I'm always so proud when you even find a single clue. You can try again later though, we need to head of to school. Quick quick. Lets go, out the door. Lets go make some friends today! Jane chanted, trying to send an upbeat message to her daughter, who had hopped off of her stool, fixed her skirtalls, and made her way out the door, forgetting her bag behind her. Jane laughed to herself, following her daughter, and picking up her school bag before locking the door behind her. 'Sometimes this girl....would forget her head!' Jane thought. *** When Isabelle arrived at school, she rushed immediately to the bathroom, rolling up her skirtalls and pulling down her panties, sitting on the toilet to pee and poop. She felt the need arise in the car again, and diligently made her way to the bathroom as soon as she was dropped off, barely waving to her mother as she ran into the elementary school. Once she finished, she made her way alone to Miss Jenny's class. Morning class passed much like it had the prior day, except Isabelle felt right at home for the start. Isabelle had raised her hand to answer the first math problem, nearly getting it right, and worked independently through her exercise book that Miss Jenny had handed out. Later in the morning, the class worked on writing their own short stories, which they would later edit and work on their spelling and grammar skills that Miss Jenny was going to teach. Isabelle decided to write hers about a young detective name Elizabeth who solved mysteries: Once upon a time, there was a girl named Elizabeth. She was ate years old and loved solving misterees. Everyone in her nayborhood new her as Detectif Elizabeth. One sunny morning, Detectif Elizabeth woke up to find her favorit stuffd animal, a bunny named Mr. Hop, missing from her bedroom. Detectif Elizabeth new something was rong because Mr. Hop was always by her side. Detectif Elizabeth put on her detectif hat, a bright pink one with a shiny gold bage, and decided to solfe the misteree. Detectif Elizabeth began her investeegason by looking in her room for cloos. Detectif Elizabeth notised a trail of tiny footprints leeding out of her window. It was cleer that Mr. Hop had been kid napped. Detectif Elizabeth followed the footprints to the neerby park. She went behind the bushes, trying not to make a sound. As she got closer, she saw a skwirel holding Mr. Hop in its mouth! Detectif Elizabeth new she had to come up with a smart plan. She rememberd that skwirels loved acorns, so she quikly gathered a bunch of acorns and made a trail leeding away from the skwirel. The skirwel cood not resist the tasty treet and followed the trail, dropping Mr. Hop along the way. Detectif Elizabeth took her chance and ran too Mr. Hop. She hugged Mr. Hop titely, feeling happy and proud for being the best detectif. With the case solfed and Mr. Hop back in her arms, Detectif Elizabeth returned home. She couldn't wait to tell her mom about her axsiting adfentoor as Detectif Elizabeth. And so, Detectif Elizabeth's repootation groo, and she became a hero to everee one in the sity. Isabelle was very proud of her story when she was done with it as the lunch bell rang. "Okay everyone. Come hand in your stories. We're going to work on these tomorrow afternoon, so make sure to put your names on the top." Miss Jenny announced. Isabelle took a purple colored pencil out from her bag, taking her time to write her name slowly, and neatly, on the top of her page as her peers all ran by her to hand in their stories. By the time Isabelle looked up, she was alone in the classroom. "Isabelle, come on sweetie. Off to lunch." Isabelle wrapped up, and approached Miss Jenny with a big smile, handing her the story. "I hope you like it Miss Jenny," Isabelle said, before heading off. "I am sure I will. Now go get something to eat." Isabelle found herself alone in the hallway with the realization that she would likely have to endure another lunch alone again. 'And this time I doubt there will be pizza to make it better,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she slowly trudged her way along the hallway toward the cafeteria, taking her time. By the time Isabelle arrived, lunch was well underway. She found a place at the back of the lunch line, but it was almost at the food already. Isabelle wasn't too disappointed - she was able to get a hot dog, fries, and even a pudding cup in line, before turning to find somewhere to sit. Isabelle tried to spot Miss Amber, but didn't see her anywhere. 'Where should I sit today.....' Isabelle spotted an empty place at the end of a rectangular table with some girls she recognized from her class. Deciding to take her mom's advice and try to make some friends, Isabelle made her way over to sitting at the end of the table. As she sat down, Isabelle felt her presence had garnered some strange looks from some of the other girls. 'It's not as if they told me I couldn't sit here or anything,' Isabelle decided, joining the girls as they ate. Isabelle largely stayed quiet as the rest the girls spoke, listening for an opportunity to chime in. Isabelle learned that the small blonde girl sitting next to her seemed to be named Charlotte, and she seemed nice. A few of the girls called her Charlie. There was also a set of twins with olive skin and dark hair across from Isabelle, who went by Alice and Erica, the latter of which smiled at Isabelle at least when she sat down. Isabelle felt better today, but it still wasn't the same. 'I miss Lola, Dani, and Mel..' was all Isabelle thought, as her stomach churned a bit from the nerves. At that moment, however, Charlotte mentioned that she was going to try and "sneak" away one of the Emerald Chronicle books from her sister. This caught Isabelle's attention, as a few of the other girls also mentioned their displeasure at "not being allowed to get the books." Isabelle didn't know what overcame her, but at that moment, she spoke out loud. "They're really good books. If you can get it from your sister, you should. They're so fun." The table went silent as Isabelle munched away at her remaining three french fries, completely unaware of the commotion she caused. When she looked up again, she could see the entire table was starring at her; Charlotte's mouth was completely agape next to her, and most everyone's eyes were so wide, Isabelle could basically see into their brains. Alice's jaw was practically on the table. 'Shoot........what did I do wrong?' One of the girls finally spoke up. "Nuh-uh. No way. I can't believe that you read them!" Isabelle was perplexed. She didn't get angry, there was no reason to. "Of course I have. I just finished the new one last week. And I decided to start re-reading the first one this past weekend a bit, so I could see if the show was being the same as the books were." Isabelle said, before pushing her tray out in front of her. Whatever Isabelle had said, however, seemed to make it worse. Now the girls were all making noise, and leaning in, asking more and more questions. Apparently they now believed Isabelle had read the books, but were even more shocked that she had watched the show. "How was it?," "Was it crazy?", "ohmygod was it the best?" "my mom said I'm not allowed to watch it, "Yah mine too!" Isabelle couldn't keep track of why everyone was shouting at her, but did her best to answer at least some of the questions. "Yes it was really good. No...I mean it wasn't crazy. It was a lot of fun!...Yes, it kind of was the best! I love the books, and loved the first episode." Isabelle answered. Charlotte, sitting next to Isabelle, was the only one who had anything of substance to really add. "That's really cool Isabelle. I'm happy for you that you got to watch it. Do you think I could borrow the book from you when you're done re-reading it?" Isabelle saw no reason why not, and simply said "sure, just give it back when you're done." At that moment, however, Isabelle realized she needed to go to the bathroom rather badly, and excused herself. She could almost have sworn Charlotte looked sad that she was leaving, but that was probably too much to hope for. Isabelle put her tray on top of the nearby garbage basket on a pile with the others, and made her way to the bathroom to pee before class. *** Isabelle was happy when the afternoon bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Miss Jenny's lesson plan that afternoon had been particularly challenging. Isabelle found it really hard to manage with all the names and dates in the history portion of class. 'Plus it was super boring.' And then Miss Jenny taught a whole section about plants, and how they grow, and about soil, that Isabelle felt had dragged on forever. Isabelle was a little disappointed that she got more than a few questions wrong on another work sheet Miss Jenny passed around, and though she was a little embarrassed when Miss Jenny came to correct her mistakes, she was glad that Miss Jenny spent the time helping her. By the end, Isabelle felt a little better about the material. Isabelle checked herself into the library immediately after class, having been told by her mom that she would need to go today as well. Not wanting to wait in the same line as yesterday to check in, Isabelle jogged past the other students to ensure we was first in line, and made her way through the doors in the library. Isabelle made her way past Mister Sir, who she now knew went by Eugene, and checked in, before finding herself sitting at her same table she had occupied the day earlier. Isabelle used her belongings to make it look as though she was occupying as much space as possible, before heading back to the bathroom at the front of the library to pee again. Isabelle was glad to see that the desk was empty upon her return, and she sat down, pulling out her investigative journal again, as well as her new space book, to continue working on her theories. Isabelle flipped the book open to page 2, and continued from where she left off the prior day. '..........But space is not just about stars and the Sun. It is also filled with fascinating objects such as planets, moons, asteroids, and comets!' As you continue to learn about space, you'll encounter extraordinary concepts like worm holes, where gravity is so strong that nothing can escape its pull!' Isabelle couldn't help but audibly gasp. "There it is!" Isabelle shouted, garnering a polite "shhhh" from Eugene at the front desk. Isabelle blushed with embarrassment, but was too excited about the fact that the book mentioned wormholes. 'This is indeed a very good book. I'll have to tell Eugene about it.' Isabelle continued reading. Our home planet, Earth, is just one of eight planets in our solar system. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to visit other planets like Mars or Jupiter? Isabelle hadn't actually wondered about that before. 'But that would be pretty cool. Maybe I could even travel to the planet where the Emerald Chronicles take place. Maybe they ARE actually real. Oh that would be the best.' Isabelle was loving her new space book, and having a great time reading it. 'Did you know that astronauts are brave explorers who venture into space? They travel in special spacecraft called rockets, leaving the Earth's atmosphere behind to journey into the great unknown. They float in zero gravity, which means they can fly and do somersaults inside their spaceships!' 'This just keeps getting better and better,' Isabelle thought. 'Maybe I can be an astronaut one day. But a detective astronaut, who solves mysteries in outer space!' 'Space is not just for astronauts, though. We have powerful telescopes that help us see far-off galaxies, sparkling nebulae, and even other planets. Scientists study space to learn more about how our universe was born and how it continues to change. So, buckle up your imagination and get ready for an amazing journey into the mysteries and wonders of space. From exploring distant galaxies to understanding our place in the universe, there are endless adventures awaiting you. Are you ready to reach for the stars? Let's go!' 'Buckle up? PA-LEASE' Isabelle thought to herself. 'I've BEEN buckled. Buckling is yesterdays news. Now? Woooah, I'm already way down the road here. This. Book. Is. AWESOMMMMMMMMEEE!' Isabelle was basically bouncing in her seat as she closed the book, having completed the "Introduction" chapter, and putting it back in her bag. Isabelle then pulled her investigative journal closer, opening it up to the next clean page. Isabelle pulled out a sparkly, dark blue gel pen, which she deemed appropriate to be the space color. Wormhole theory update: Found book on space. Very promising. Book includes advansed lessons on worm holes, and lesson plan to become astranaut. Will work hard at learning about worm holes, but also mastering space. Might take a few weeks to complete before ready to traval into the stars. Might be nesessary. Wormhole theory is new leading theory. Space book suggests that wormholes suck things in, impossible to escape. Will need to see if it can also alter reality. If so, it is very possible that the earth was sucked in by a wormhole that made only one change to the planet - some weird thing where I get younger.' Isabelle paused for a moment to consider what she wrote, wondering how plausible it was. After a moment, she continued. 'Its a good thing we didn't go through a wormhole that made mom younger. She is not nearly as good a detective as me. She would have gotten stuck. Will update shortly.' Isabelle turned to the front desk, where she spotted her mom waiting in line behind some other parents. Isabelle packed her gel pen and journal up, grabbing her bag and making her way over to her mom, greeting her with a hug. "Ready!" Isabelle announced. Off they went. **** "So sweetie, how was your day at school?" Jane asked, as they sat down to eat dinner. Jane felt bad - she had to take a work call in the car the whole afternoon. Jane was taking the afternoon off the next day, and had to make sure all her files were in order. The call had lasted the whole car ride as a result, and Jane didn't have a chance to talk to Isabelle at all. 'No matter.' Jane thought, piercing a piece of broccoli with her fork. 'I'll probe her now!' Isabelle had just finished the last of her own broccoli, and was working her way through her baked potato when her mom had asked her the question. "It was okay mommy," Isabelle responded. "I hadda lot of fun in Miss Jenny's class this morning. We got to write stories. I wrote mine about a detective. But I wish I would have wrote it about an astronaut detective now." Isabelle started, as she scooped some potato into her mouth. "Oh! An astronaut detective!? That sounds like a pretty neat job." Jane responded with a smirk. She loved her daughter's imagination. Isabelle swallowed before continuing. "Yah. And we get to work on the stories tomorrow again." Isabelle stopped for a minute, to consider how to proceed next. "I sat with some girls from class at lunch. But they didn't seem to want to talk to me much," Isabelle said sadly. "But one girl seemed nice. Her name is Charlotte. Her hair looks like mine," Isabelle pointed out for her mom. "I tried harder to make friends today....I'm just not sure I made any," Isabelle admitted, sadly. It broke Jane's heart to hear her daughter say she didn't have friends. But the truth was Jane was so proud of Isabelle for even trying. 'And I'm sure she will end up great friends with this Charlotte, and other girls as well, in no time.' Jane concluded, coaching herself up a bit. "I'm so proud of you sweetie," Jane responded with. "I am sure they were so happy that you sat with them. Before you know it, you'll be friends with all of them. This Charlotte girl sounds nice too! Is she in Miss Jenny's class?" Isabelle nodded, and continued to converse with her mom as they finished their dinner. Once Isabelle was done, Jane handed her the I-Spy from the newspaper to work on while Jane cleaned the kitchen. It took Jane a little longer than usual, so Isabelle had some extra time to look for differences. Ultimately, it made no difference, as Isabelle grew bored, unable to find any, and ended up just drawing pictures in the margins of the paper. Jane took a deep breath as she put the off-brand dishwasher pod into the machine, and started running it. She stood upright, and turned to her daughter, and felt nothing but pride. "How about you go upstairs and get ready for bed, and I make us some hot chocolates, and we go watch a show in my bed before bedtime?" Isabelle snapped her attention away from the newspaper, and looked at her mom, wide-eyed, and in disbelief. 'Hot Cocoa?! On a WEEKNIGHT?!?!' Isabelle was not about to question it. "Okay mom!" Isabelle jumped off of the chair, and raced up the stairs, her skirtalls swaying as she sprinted as fast as she could. Isabelle opened the door to her bedroom, unbuckled her skirtalls, and slid them off her body and on to the floor, before pulling her stripped shirt off and throwing it wherever. Isabelle pulled her top dresser drawer open, where she knew her mom stored her sweetnights, and pulled one out - this one actually had a picture of one of her favorite Kisney Princesses on it, which brough a smile to her face. Isabelle took her panties off, and considered, for a moment, going to the bathroom before putting her pajamas on. Not seeing the point, Isabelle instead excitedly slide her sweetnight up her legs. Isabelle was immediately reminded of the comfier, thicker, and, 'well better,' sweetnights her mom had gotten for her. Isabelle then dug through her pajama drawer before finding a simply pink, long t-shirt that she threw on over her head, and raced over to her mom's room. By the time Jane arrived upstairs with cocoas in hand, she found Isabelle was sitting at the front edge of her bed in her pajamas, waiting for Jane. Jane smiled at the sight of her daughter, before handing her the cocoa. "Just let me get into my pajamas too," Jane said, as Isabelle took the cocoa with one hand, and the TV remote with the other. Isabelle waited as her mom got into her own pajamas, more focused on picking out a show to watch. Moments later, Isabelle felt her mom climb into the bed behind her. "Okay. Pick quick. Its teeth brushing, and bedtime right after. One show." Jane instructed, as Isabelle settled on some show she had never heard of. It really didn't matter what they watched; Isabelle was just happy to be with her mom.

Hello all I’m Jodie. I’m a mummy living in Southampton uk and here to talk to like minded people

There’s no justice for Littles. Sophia knew that. Every Little did. Experiencing a particular brand of injustice was a lot different than just hearing about it, however. Sophia sat naked in her cell in the JBRC: The Juvenile Behavior Retention Center. She and every other Little there had been tried and convicted in an actual factual Amazon Court of Law of committing actual factual crimes. Her and her fellow dead men and women had committed real crimes; nothing so pedestrian as shoplifting or jaywalking. Nor was it the harder crimes of drug possession with intent to distribute, driving under the influence, burglary, or attempted bribery. They definitely hadn’t committed one of the non-crimes of wetting their pants, losing their jobs, or being the wrong combination of cute and independent at the same time. All of those could be washed away with an excuse about how they weren’t ‘raised right’ and needed to ‘start over’. It was the same thing with white collar crimes. Littles got convicted of embezzlement, blackmail, fraud, and extortion all the time and at a much higher rate than other types of crimes. Communication, information technology, and data manipulations were something of great equalizers as it stood. Whether the Littles convicted of such offenses were guilty of those crimes or just victims of Amazonian and Tweener sabotage was another matter entirely. For anyone who could fit on an Amazon’s hip, becoming a victim of a frame up would be just as bad as doing the deed anyways: poor Little things needed protection from the big scary world all the time. All of those people likely found themselves Adopted or put into an orphanage until their will was sufficiently broken. Guilty or not, Littles didn’t tend to sleep behind bars unless cribs were involved. There was a reason why even small town police stations had overnight nurseries for their smallest offenders. Littles could be criminals, same as everybody else. It’s easy to be a criminal in a world where every law and social norm is stacked against you. Few people become criminals for the fun or thrill of it. People become criminals when the system they live in can’t meet their needs and so they operate outside and against that system. For most Littles what they needed and what non-Littles decided they needed were at complete odds; so crime became inevitable at some level. For example, most Littles weren’t allowed to drive cars that were too big for them or to modify homes that they didn’t own. But most cars and homes weren’t sized for Littles, and the ones that were put a target on their back. Why live in a Little sized apartment or drive in a Little sized car when that just advertises to baby crazy Amazons where you’re sleeping and let them know of the treasure they’ll find inside once they sweet talk your landlord. Littles got strapped into car seats in lieu of speeding tickets. Better to ;live and drive in out of the way places and roads and invest in heavy window tinting. Everything was legal when the cops weren’t around. Cops or not, most Littles didn’t see the inside of a jail or a prison cell. Amazons wouldn’t have it. It hurt their own narrative that Littles were children who didn’t really know any better. Better (for the Amazons) to pretend that the Littles were just naughty children acting out for attention, subconsciously wanting a Mommy or Daddy to take care of them. That’s what made being in an actual JBRC such a grim accomplishment. JBRC’s were a relic of the past- a bygone age when Littles, Tweeners, and Amazons were supposedly equal in adulthood. Littles were still put in padded pants and ended up strapped in strollers, but it was punishment not predestination. Slowly but surely the pendulum had been swinging to a kinder, gentler, and altogether more insidious form of forced regression, but places like these still existed despite polite society not liking to acknowledge it. Along either coast, Maturosis had taken hold of the public consciousness as the primary and ‘acceptable’ reason to kidnap small folk and shove a nipple between their lips. The farther inland one traveled, the flimsier the pretense got and the more the mask of giant society slipped. Amazons wanted to turn Littles into babies so that they always had someone to lord over, dominate, humiliate and punish for the sake of their own projections and insecurities. Some were just more honest about it than others. There were states where being “immature” or “bratty” or “not making boom-booms and tinkles” on command for a stranger in the bathroom were enough of a reason for someone Sophia’s size to get their panties ripped off, bunched up, and tossed away in a diaper pail forever. The cruelty didn’t end there. Sophia couldn’t remember how many times she’d overheard Amazons bragging to each other how many Little boys and girls they’d kidnapped like they were freaking pets or trophies. Or how many times she’d heard lines like “My little Mary Sue is such an angel now that we’ve gotten her all sorted out. She only needs thorough spankings three or four times a week to remind her and otherwise she’s a perfect sweetie.” Deep down, it had all worn on Sophia. Made her numb. Not even afraid anymore. That’s probably why she did what she did. That’s probably why she’d done what she’d done. The Littles here had been convicted of real, actual, violent felonies: The kind of crimes that made normal people shudder and decent people squirm. Terrible shit. Morally inexcusable. The stuff that might get one a documentary played by an A list movie star if only they were more physically imposing or if there were Little actors that didn’t talk to puppets. Whether the other Littles had actually done what they’d been accused of didn’t matter. What Sophia had or hadn’t done didn’t matter, either. The kangaroo courts that had bounced them here were just as swift and awful as any Amazonian Adoption Agency. What mattered was that this last month of her life was one of the only times Sophia could remember that she had felt like an adult. Like an Amazon. Like a threat. She’d confessed, tearless, after a thorough spanking. No amount of thrashings, enemas, mouth soapings, or days spent in dirty diapers without rash relief would get her to change her story that she’d done that awful thing. There was no one-armed Amazon man like in the police and media theories. According to all official documents, she was a monster of the most sadistic and unrepentant kind. She’d stared dead-eyed at her federally mandated foster parents, and said that she would do the same thing to them that she had supposedly done to that poor Tweener and her Little brother. The mittens and the booties with the spikes on the insides didn’t come off until after sentencing and transport. The top bars never came off the crib. Every diaper change and highchair feeding had maximum restraints. Her pacifier bulb only deflated when they were trying to shove something else in her mouth or get her to change her story. Truly, Sophia had never had such a splendid time in all of her short life. To see and hear the looks of fear from people so much bigger than her. To know that her very existence was unnerving to them. If she was going to die, she was going to do it as something anathema to the giants. And she was going to die. She’d been sentenced to full on Ego Death. The Amazons called it something else; a “Reset:” or something, but that was just a nice way of saying they were going to fry her brain. Her body would live on, but she’d stop being herself, stop being Sophia. She’d be nothing more than a bundle of neurons incapable of growth or learning; the perfect Amazon babydoll. She could shit herself for days on end without a change and gum applesauce until her eyes closed for good and she drew her last breath. She could be shaved hairless and be shoved up a rich Amazon’s vagina and forced to undergo unbirth and rebirth. They could give her a stupid name to replace her old one. Fine. Whatever. She wouldn’t know it. She’d be dead in all but name within the week. She’d made her peace with that long before the gavel fell. There’d be no stay of execution. There’d be no appeal. The week was just enough time to select, screen, vet, and prep Amazons who didn’t mind having mind wiped scum under their roof. The waiting list was still disturbingly long as far as Sophia knew. Sophia shook her head and closed her eyes at that thought. It wouldn’t be her problem soon. Nothing would. She’d have no problems. Her body was about to be someone else’s. Her stomach rumbled and she shuffled on bare feet towards the hole in the floor that doubled as a toilet. A pained, but delighted groan came out of her and she dumped her load, letting herself smile ruefully. The food was still laced with laxatives- the giants didn’t want their future babies to get constipated- but the drugs weren’t nearly as strong as some of the products whispered about online. “I hope I get some kind of infection” she whispered to herself, though she didn’t have the courage to do anything unsanitary to ensure it. The cells were padded, monitored and temperature controlled. The prison uniforms could be removed and the interaction with the guards was minimal. There were no other default restraints unless the prisoner showed signs of attempting self-harm; didn’t want any would-be parents to be deprived of their prize. As a result the prisoners were given an unprecedented amount of autonomy. They were allowed to feed themselves, go to the bathroom as they needed, and shout across cells to each other. In the short time she’d been here, she’d seen Littles curse out guards and smear their own shit on the glass dividers between their cells and the main walkway that ran between them. Sophia settled for slowly pacing her cell nude while flicking her bean after lights out. Some of the other damned didn’t wait for that long and actively talked dirty to each other while masturbating. This treatment was all so incredibly unreal to her. The Amazons didn’t want to baby her lest they develop some kind of false sense of security for her to exploit and in doing so gave her arguably more freedom than she’d had in her entire life. They were going to fry her brain and in the lead up were being completely honest with her and allowing her to be completely honest with them. Every Little should get this opportunity. CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK Sophia wiped herself and trotted over to the glass partition. The clicking of plastic wheels on prison tiles was practically a siren alarm. Every Little stopped what they were doing and ran up to see who’s time had come. No one had been here very long, but some form of social inertia had created the protocol of standing at attention and gawking at the person who was about to be ended. She saw a pair of guards pushing the pink umbrella stroller past her cell roll out of view. One of the monsters threw her a wink and drew her attention to the pink diaper bag dangling from the stroller’s back. The Littles in the cells across from her all looked relieved while they turned their heads to look away. That meant that todays’ victim was on Sophia’s side of the aisle. From a guess, Sophia figured it was the girl in the next cell over. Poor Elizabeton. ‘Elizabeton’ wasn’t the prisoner’s actual name. She’d just overheard snippets of conversation about where the girl had come from before here. Weird to think that a Little from all the way out in Elizabeton was shipped here, but it showed how rare JBRC’s were becoming. It also showed how willing the Amazons were to bend their own rules, regardless of jurisdiction. Commit a big enough crime and it didn’t matter what false enlightenment the local Amazons pretended to subscribe to. They’d just ship you somewhere else to kill you softly. Total silence reigned in the hall. Sophia didn’t know if Elizabeton had been gagged yet, or her relative proximity to her neighbor’s padded cell just muted sounds of struggle. Sophia hoped that when it was her turn, she’d maintain the dignity not to struggle. “Oho!” One of the guards crowed. “That was a bad last decision, Little girl! You’re not getting changed until after.” That answered one question, at least. “Hope you feel proud of yourself sitting in your poopy diaper!” There was the meanest edge in one of the guard’s voices. Sophia instantly hated it. “Dumb baby trying to stall. Too bad you can’t stall happiness!” A few minutes and an eternity later, the stroller started rolling back out past Sophia, back to the way it came, back to the door at the end of the hallway. LIttles went in through that door and didn’t come out. That stroller might as well have been a ferry on the River Sticks. Sophia saw her neighbor prisoner. Blonde. Pretty even though her hair shaved incredibly short. Naked save for the extra thick diaper she’d just been taped into. Every Little that had been wheeled through that back door into nowhere had been given only that sliver of modesty with the only variation being that boys were wheeled away in blue strollers and girls were confined to pink. Why? Sophia swallowed, knowing she’d find out soon. Elizabeton was the only remaining Little who in this purgatory from when Sophia had been tossed in her cell. The passing guard, the one who had commented on Elizabeton messing her diaper, threw another wink towards Sophia and mouthed something. Sophia couldn’t read lips but she thought it was “See you tomorrow…” “Hey, Elizabeton!” Sophia called out. The stroller stopped and backed up. “Someone wants to say bye-bye, I think,” the guard taunted. “Okie dokie.” The Little girl turned her head and made eye contact with Sophia. Her mouth was gagged with a pacifier, its bulb likely filling her mouth to the point where her jaw hurt. But her eyes were fierce and tearless, like Sophia’s. “You messed to try and stall?” The condemned woman nodded her head. No point in denying it. “I get it. No shame. It was worth a shot.” “Oh, it wasn’t on purpose,” the lead guard taunted. “Pooping their pants is just what Littles do!” Sophia’s nose wrinkled and her lip curled in disgust. As soon as the Little woman-someone considered a legitimate threat and had been treated as such-had been diapered, the giants put their motherly masks back on. “Fuck you,” Sophia spat. “Go fuck yourself,” the guard spat back. “It’s what you do at night anyways.” To her prisoner and her coworker the guard loudly proclaimed, “Alright, Little girl. Let’s go meet your new life. Time to be happy!” Then she mouthed some same words as before Sophia. “See you tomorrow.” CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK The mechanical sounds of a heavy door opening and closing could be heard and the sound of stroller wheels were no more. But the Littles didn’t return to their own individual confinements. There was one more step to this horror show. A wave of static crackled in the air as ancient speakers switched on. From out of them came the dirge that played every time one of their number was lost. It started with a tick-tock sound, the seconds on a very loud clock calling out to them to remind them what they were all going to lose sooner or later. Then synthetic sounding keyboard joined in to the rhythm, like tiny tear shaped raindrops. “Does anybody know what time it is?” A child’s voice asked. A boy? A girl? It was hard to tell, but it definitely was a real child. “Yes!” came another child’s response. Little? Tweener? Amazon? It was really hard to tell. Enough could be done with technology to pitch voices up and down regardless of the size of the vocal chords. Technically, they could have been two adult Littles whose voices were modified enough to pass for children. “It’s the time to be happy!” Then came the chorus. “The time to be happy is now! And the place to be happy is here! And the way to be happy is to make someone happy And we’ll have a Little Heaven right here!” Every damn time… Sophia had abandoned all hope since she entered this place, but she had one final one: That that creepy ass song wouldn’t be the last one she ever heard before her mind was erased forever. ******************************************************************************************************** Sophia didn’t sleep that night. Guilty or not, who would be able to? When your remaining time as yourself could be measured in hours instead of days, sleep seemed like a waste of time. She’d literally sleep when she was brain dead. That didn’t stop her from quietly masturbating in the dark. There was nothing else that seemed better to do than to plunge her fingers into herself and pretend they belonged to somebody else. In the back of her mind, Sophia knew that she must still be being watched. Night vision cameras and the like monitoring her to make sure she didn’t do anything drastic. That just made her pinch her nipples a tad harder and tease herself, giving her captors a show. Let them be disgusted. Let them. Let… CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK The slight grinding sound of a clear glass partition sliding away made Sophia jump. Too late, she opened her eyes and shook herself to full consciousness. She hadn’t been dreaming or in anything restful enough to label “sleep”, but she had lost track of time. The guard from yesterday was nearly on top of her, bending over with something uncomfortably close to the Little’s face. “Wakey wakey, baby Sophie! It’s time to be haaaaaa-!” Sophia reached out with her hands and lurched forward. The Amazon had been to strong to bat her hand away but as luck and surprise would have it, the stiffness of her arm made it exceedingly easy to grab onto and pull herself up. Sophia bent her head sideways and bit down on the giant woman’s thumb just past the pacifier gag. Sophia clenched her eyes and jaw and didn’t stop until her tongue tasted the coppery flavor of blood. “MOTHER FU-!” The guard yanked her thumb out of Sophia’s mouth hard enough to make the Little’s teeth rattle. An open palmed slap to the face knocked her back prone while a second pair of Amazon hands charged in and squeezed the joints of Sophia’s jaw, forcing it painfully open. “You’re supposed to feed the bite,” the other guard lectured. “I know! I fuckin’ know, goddamn it!” A rubber bulb penetrated Sophia’s mouth and inflated it. The guard didn’t release her grip until Sophia was incapable of spitting the pacifier out. Her jaw was practically unhinged, but from here on out, no sounds would be able to come out of her saved muffled groans and any attempt to spit the offending object out would just look like the gentle suckling of an infant on their favorite binky. “Do you even read the case files?”, the second guard lectured her companion. “This Little bit into her original Mommy’s jugular in the woman’s sleep!” “Yeah, yeah,” the first guard cradled her bitten and bleeding hand. “I know, I know.” Did she? Biting a giant’s jugular was so far off from what Sophia had been accused and convicted of that she genuinely wondered what these women thought they knew. Was this a prison or a lobster tank? Sophia ignored the voices and rising indignation inside her. It didn’t matter anyways. She’d be dead soon. Dead was dead. The pretense why didn’t matter, did it? She stopped struggling and let herself be diapered this one last time. The first guard dug around in the pink diaper bag. The entirety of Sophia’s bite only regarded two band-aids. “Hope you liked the taste of that, baby Sophie,” she chirped venomously. “That’s gonna be the last solid food you ever have! Nothing but baby food and Momma’s milkies from here on out!” Sophia didn’t bother to reply. No sense in giving the bitch a sense of satisfaction. She went full ragdoll as the massive diaper- the last one she would ever realize she was wearing- was slipped under her and fastened on one agonizing tape at a time. This one was the thickest diaper yet. Fuck the restraints, she wouldn’t be able to walk in this with how far her legs were spread apart. She didn’t look around at the other cells to see if the other Littles were watching her. Her eyes were straight forward while she was strapped into the stroller. It was weird how comfortable it all was; how quickly she got re-used to having a thick and crinkly pillow encasing backside. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. It was game over for Sophia. It was time. Time to be happy. The massive door opened and groaned like it had every other day; a massive beast roaring for its dinner, ready to consume. The stroller she was in click-click-clicked all the way in- a lamb to the slaughter- until she passed the threshold and the monstrous gates slammed shut behind. How much longer would it take? Seconds? Minutes? Would she hear that awful song one last time, or would it not follow her back into the cradle grave? These were the questions she asked in the darkness of that tunnel, squinting as she was glided out into the blinding light. There was no bright color in the JBRC wing she’d been staying at. Everything had been grays, blacks, and muted dingy greens with just enough fluorescent lighting to cast unpleasant shadows along the walls. The jumpsuit that she hadn’t put on once had looked like something a janitor or sewage worker might wear. It was refreshing, to be honest. Still, it was no surprise that as soon as she could see, Sophia’s senses were assaulted with every color of the rainbow that she’d been deprived of. Floor tiles were bright yellows, reds, and oranges. Walls were sponged over in pinks and blues in sloppy and disorganized patterns. Hot lights like miniature suns dangled overhead. It was like an army of kindergarteners swallowed a bunch of finger paints and then vomited all over an execution chamber. That was as good an explanation as anything in this fucked up world. Sitting somberly in a row of fog hat gray folding chairs, a gathering of strange Amazons sat staring at Sophia in her stroller. Their eyes narrowed and faces struggled contorting into full on scowls. Who the fuck were these people? “Come on baby girl,” the guard with the band-aid on her hand sneered. “Let’s get you set up.” The stroller was wheeled backwards so that Sophia was forced to gaze at the row of dour looking old Amazons until the wheels snapped into place. The stroller was being added to part of a larger apparatus; one that necessitated even more restraints on her arms and limbs. Sophie’s head was held firmly in place while a strap pulled over her forehead. “I can’t wait to look into your eyes,” the guard whispered, as a small metal cylinder was lowered over the Little’s skull. Sophia looked up with her eyes. She couldn’t get a full view, obviously, but from where she was placed, she imagined it kind of looked like a hair dryer that women sat under when they were getting their hair done, only Little sized. Now if only she had a magazine, Sophia thought darkly. The shield of the fake pacifier and her own taut lips concealed the smile. A male, balding Amazon wearing a guard’s uniform stepped in front of Sophia’s view. The man was so fat that he practically blotted out the strange lookie loos there to witness her final moments of coherent thought. “Sophie Lockhart,” he said. “For the crime of Adoptive Fratricide in the first degree, you have been sentenced to undergo a Full Cerebral Reset.” Lockheart? Fratricide? She could forgive the infantilizing of her first name, but who the fuck was Sophie Lockheart? And Fratricide? Hadn’t the guards been talking about her biting out a Mommy’s jugular? Fratricide meant killing one’s father though… Something clicked inside of Sophia! They literally had the wrong Little! She was about to have her brainstem shorted out, and they thought she was someone else entirely! The people serving as witnesses to the execution were an entirely different clan of giants than the ones who had witnessed her sham of a trial, too! They were about to watch her lights get snuffed out and didn’t even realize that she wasn’t who they said she was and she had no way to inform them of their blunder! This really was a lobster tank! Not only that, but just out of sight, Sophia could hear that damn song being played. “The time to be happy is now! And the place to be happy is here! And the way to be happy is to make someone happy And we’ll have a Little Heaven right here!” There was something deeply, darkly, nihilistically funny about all of this that the Little woman started cackling into her pacifier. To the assembled witnesses, it came out as nothing more than the meager and weak groaning of a pathetic baby wanting her milk. “Now.” Sophia’s world erupted in static and bright lights. No more sound. No more vision. She convulsed uncontrollably writhing in the stroller seat and restraints. She couldn’t hear but she could feel body exhaling in screams. No pain, however. She was as far beyond pain as she was beyond control. Any moment, now. Her diaper started warming up as her bladder and bowels confused and released, pushing a mudslide into the seat of her pants. Her jaw convulsed and she unsuccessfully and involuntarily tried to bite through the thick rubber bulb of her gag. Any moment, now… Her chest hurt and her lungs burned, unable to breathe, even while her muscles racked themselves in their restraints, screaming for oxygen. Any moment… Foamy spittle dribbled out her lips and started running out the corners of her mouth, snaking down her chin. Any…! AIR! Sophia started breathing again, her exhales coming out as low grumbling moans. Sophia’s eyes fluttered open and she kept moaning. Her eyes darted around, taking in the sights. She hadn’t moved from her spot in the executioner’s stroller, but the chairs and the witnesses had been removed. The wet and sticky mass in her diaper was still there and had started to cool. Time had definitely passed. But why was Sophia still here? Why was she still thinking of herself as Sophia? Why was she still thinking?! Her eyes kept looking around, probing randomly; a final body part that had yet to stop seizing up. Sophia tried to get them to focus, to slam her lids shut, but her body wouldn’t listen to her. She tried to stop moaning into the gag, but her throat wouldn’t obey her, either. “There we are!” An evil, sinister face popped up in front of Sophia’s eyes. “Where’s the baby?” A blindfold made of the giant’s palm forced Sophia’s eyes closed. Sophia’s body laid still on autopilot. “There she is!” Like a doll, Sophie’s eyes opened on their own. This time, they stayed still. “You in there, baby girl? You in there?” Her eyes seemed to pierce right into Sophia’s, peering deep into her soul Yeeeeeah,” she grinned. “You’re in there.” The remaining fog started to lift from Sophia’s mind. She was still there! She was still herself! But she couldn’t move a muscle. They’d paralyzed her! Trapped her in her own body. Her heartbeat didn’t even speed up. “Run the checklist,” a voice on the outside of Sophia’s periphery ordered. She couldn’t even direct her eyes towards the sound. The guard unbuckled Sophia one strap at a time. “Roger that,” she called. Sophia willed her body to reach out and slap her captor, but her limbs wouldn’t listen. The smallest, weakest glimmer of hope sparked up in her when her right arm came loose, but the naked limb reached out and probed pointlessly and uselessly as if pulled along by aimless invisible strings. Her head lulled uselessly from side to side once it was free and only stilled itself when she was picked up and laid on the cold hard floor. She wouldn’t really need a crib to keep her contained anymore. Sophia couldn’t even roll over. The Little’s inhaling nostrils picked up the rising stench of stale ammonia and cooling feces. The contents of her diaper shifted around and sagged away from her, making her skin start to crawl as the mess half-peeled itself off of her backside. Yet as far as her face was concerned, the Little couldn’t tell the difference between clean and dirty. She wanted to throw up, but her body was incapable of listening to her commands. The moaning, groaning, huffing stopped when the pacifier was deflated and removed. Her body started breathing through its mouth, too, which made the surrounding stench more bearable. There was no time for relief, however. The guard took one pointy finger and started to tickle at the right corner of Sophia’s mouth. “Coohie coochie coo!” Like an automaton, Sophie’s head turned towards the source of the tickling, her mouth opened and her lips puckered like a donkey braying for a carrot. The tickling on her right stopped and switched over to her left. “Coochie coochie coo!” With the same involuntary drive, Sophie’s head changed course towards the teasing tickling feeling just barely on her cheek. Then she did it again. And again. And again. It was a finger now. It would be an Amazon’s nipple later. “Rooting reflex checks out!” The guard said. “Checking suck reflex!” Sophia felt her head turn again, only this time the bait was switched instead of snatched away from her. Her lips touched her own fingers as her hand was nudged into her own mouth. The instant the roof of her mouth felt a stray finger she started suckling uncontrollably. There was no sense of joy or fulfillment; no soothing wave filled her. No itch was being scratched. Her body just continued to suck on the loose digit without cessation. It was like a reflex hammer was tapping her knee cap again and again and again, only the spot was at the top of her mouth. The guard sat back and watched Sophia helplessly chew her fingers. “In a few months you should be limber enough to where you’ll be able to munch on your toes,” she mockingly cooed down at Sophia. “Suck reflex is active!” Sophia was left there on the floor, alone, and sucking on her finger. She saw the shiny black sides of the Amazon’s shoes step away from her and then heard only unintelligible speech garbled by distance. She was unattended, but not alone. “BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA!” Sophia’s fingers shot out of her mouth. Her arms and legs splayed out and spasmed in every direction each pulled by a different invisible horse trying to quarter her. Just as quickly, all four of her limbs retracted and pulled in close to her helpless body, futilely and inefficiently curling into a ball of flesh. “WAAAAAAH!” That was the first time Sophia had heard her voice today, and she had no more control of it than anything else. She was screaming, but it was as involuntary as anything else. “Moro reflex is a go!” Next the Little found her head turned to its left side. Without thinking about it, her left arm shot out, her legs went slack and her right arm bent up. Seen from above, she might look as if she were pantomiming a fencing match. Her head was turned to the right, and her arms alternated. “Tonic neck reflex! Check!” “WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” The shortest growl burbled up in the Amazon’s throat. “Tickle-tickle-tickle!” Finger tips dug into Sophia’s ribs. “Hawwwww!” The scream mutated into a pained giggle. “There’s my happy girl!” Inwardly, Sophia was cursing the woman out. Outwardly, her breathing came out in stifled, laughing gasps. The space between her legs warmed up a little more as her bladder continued to dribble out into her diaper. “Let’s check out your fingers and toesies!” The Amazon’s digits started brushing the soles of Sophia’s feet, causing her toes to fan out uncontrollably. Her toes! She couldn’t even control her damn toes! A gigantic finger traveled up to the Little’s palm and Sophia felt herself lightly take hold of it, tiny fingers gently wrapping around the one big one. “That’s a very good grasp reflex, baby Sophie! Your new Mommy and Daddy are gonna think that’s so cute! Like a puppy shaking hands!” Puppies needed a command. Sophia didn’t have that much control going for her. In a much deeper and more professional sounding voice, the guard called back. “Grasp reflex detected!” Looking down at Sophia, she switched to her faux motherese and cooed, “Almost done, sweetie pie!” The world went upright for the first time in a short forever. Sophia was being held up, supported at her waist. Just like with her grasping palms, the second the soles of her feet touched the floor, her legs started to weakly move up and down in alternating fashion. “Look baby girl! Somebody’s dancing! Yes she is!” Lacking the coordination to hold her own head up, Sophia witnessed the phenomenon as if she were outside her own body. If only she were on the outside. She was very much in herself; a prisoner aware of every feeling and sensation, but unable to act on her own desires. She hadn’t expected to exist as herself today; now she was trapped; buried alive in a Sophia shaped tomb. The world went topsy turvy again with her being lifted all the way off the floor and cradled in the Amazon’s arms. The speed of which made her arms flail out and retract again. This was her body’s default fear or surprise reaction it seemed. “WAAAAAAAAH!” “REFLEXES CHECK OUT!” the Amazon bellowed over Sophia’s involuntary wailing. “TRANSPORTING TO VIEWING!” “WAAAAAAAAAH!” A bottle full of milk brushed Sophia’s cheek and her head got to turning so that her mouth could get to sucking. It only took a second for her mouth to work into a steady rhythm of sucking down the warm creamy liquid. “Poor Sophie,” the Amazon guard mocked. “Did you think you’d get to stop thinking you were a big girl after this? Watch some special cartoons? Listen to a special song? Go to a daycare?” Eyes that Sophia couldn’t control honed in on the source of the sound, no matter how badly Sophie wanted them to go away. “That wouldn’t be justice, would it? Those nice things are for good Little boys and girls who just pretended that they were grown-ups for so long that they forgot who they really were!” From underneath her, Sophia felt the guard squeeze the back of her diaper, pressing the muck and mess back up against her skin. Her body didn’t stir, content with the milk and the nice sounding tones, even if the words were getting nastier and nastier. They were moving too, with ceiling lights whizzing by her. “You were bad,” the guard hissed. “You wanted to be an adult so much that you made the worst possible choices.” She leaned in and kissed Sophia on the forehead. Sophia’s body didn’t react. “Choices are like toys. They can be taken away.” Another kiss drove home the point. “So now all of those nasty choices have gone bye bye, and in their place are all those nice, simple, baby behaviors that you thought you’d outgrown.” They stopped just long enough for the guard to open a door. “Now they’re back and they’re never going away.” A door opened and a fresh gust of air smacked Sophia in the face. The ceiling overhead went from the painted over industrial gray to bright and soft lights. Past the bottle of milk, Sophie was able to decipher clean white walls and passing figures wearing scrubs. The name of the prison made a terrible kind of sense now. a Juvenile Behavior Retention Center. Everything that wasn’t a reflex, a behavior that could be predicted and controlled had been removed from her. The only thing that had been ‘retained’ were the basic instincts that newborns came with right out of the womb. A doorway crossed her vision as another threshold was crossed. A light padded surface rose up to greet her nearly paralyzed form. The Little had already been on enough changing tables to know where she was laying. Cool air seeped in between her legs while the giantess quietly changed her diaper, wiping her between her legs and cheeks. It would have been refreshing if it weren’t so violating. More distressing, neither the cream, powder, or fresh diaper being slipped beneath her stopped her body from finishing the bottle. She’d gotten a grip on it that refused to let go. The sucking continued and devolved into sickening slurps. Her body wasn’t stopping just because she was out of milk. The reflex to suck overrode anything else. “You’re a very lucky Little girl,” the guard said. She took the bottle out of Sophia’s mouth and lifted her. “Those diapers can hold a lot. You wouldn’t need a change for another eight whole hours, at least.” Up and then back down again. Sophia was picked up and put back down, her body lightly encased on a semi-flat surface that still cupped her body.. It bobbed at first with her added weight; a strange amalgamation between a hammock and pogo-stick. “But without a clean diaper on,” the Amazon smirked down at her, “it’d be hard to get your exact weight.” A scale! She was on a massive baby scale, getting weighed and measured like she was every bit the newborn her body had been debilitated down to. “It’s very sensitive,” the Amazon said, looking down at the scale. “With even a tiny change in weight, it shifts.” The slightest tickling around Sophia’s belly button made her body start to giggle. “Just like that!” A tiny trickle leaked out into the formerly fresh diaper. Sophia might not have noticed it without the prompting. The Little could still feel her face contort as an all too familiar pressure built up in her tummy from the milk, and only whines came out of the girl’s mouth. “Poor girl’s getting gassy!” her tormentor said, picking the living ragdoll up and draping her over her shoulder. Sophia felt every pat and rub acutely with her increased helplessness. With every burp and belch, the guard chuckled to herself.” “You were a very bad bad girl.” “Urp.” “Don’t worry though,” the Amazon said. “Your new Mommy and Daddy are going to love you very much.” “Urp.” “They’ll give you all the love that you don’t deserve even though it won’t matter a bit.” “Urrrk.” “You’ll get lots of milkies and naps and changes and burpies and cuddles.” “Urp. Eck.” “Maybe a nice playmat where you can accidentally bat around shiny things. Some tummy time just to change things up.” Never before had Sophia hated someone more than she hated the woman talking to her. She really wished she’d committed half of those crimes attributed to her. “URRRRRRK.” The room spun around with more walking. Sophia’s eyes started to droop, her body exhausted and content despite how much screaming her brain was doing. The briefest blink revealed that they weren’t alone. The room they were in had nearly a dozen plastic cots- blue for boys and pink for girls. Each was already filled with a Little, swaddled in blankets, breathing peacefully with their eyes closed no matter how their brains might be begging to be put out of their misery. “You’re really lucky, baby girl,” the Amazon taunted. “Viewing day is tomorrow. Some of these other babies have had to wait for their Mommies and Daddies to come pick them out. But not you!” Pink plastic walls rose up around Sophia. She was laid down on something thick and fleecy. Her weak and uncoordinated body was pinned, and swaddled in a few rapid steps. A matching cap was pulled down over her head. Her eyes closed all the way, her body feeling completely relaxed and comfortable. Another rubber bulb brushed against her lips and her body suckled on it reflexively. Her captors would never need a gag again. Her lips and tongue worked the pacifier ceaselessly and her mind tried to do anything it could to pass out. The guard wouldn’t let her. She just kept taunting her. “If you're lucky, you might make it a full year before you go bye bye from all the boredom. I’ve heard some Littles who get Reset can make it close to five! But don’t worry. You’ll be happy…” Gently, that same damn song was piped in over the hospital air conditioning. “The time to be happy is now! And the place to be happy is here! And the way to be happy is to make someone happy And we’ll have a Little Heaven right here!” Heaven, Sophia thought. Heaven for who? *********************************************************************************************** Sophia woke to the sound of babies crying all around her. It was a good few minutes before she realized she was one of the cries that had so offended their ears. Her body thrashed impotently in the swaddle. The noise had activated her body’s fear response, and she was now screaming while her limbs did everything they could to bundle up against her torso. So it hadn’t been a dream…. Her diaper was wet. She’d continued to dribble throughout the night. Possibly more than wet. She couldn’t tell because she couldn’t move and she couldn’t focus outside of her own body to smell enough. Someone had pooped their diaper in the middle of the night, that part was certain. Diaper changes and bottles were not forthcoming, however. Nothing that even passed for relief was in store for her. More ceiling tiles passed overhead and a semi-familiar click-click-click-clicking sound registered over the din. The cots were being rolled up to a glass window. Peering down at Sophia was a small horde of eager, smiling Amazon faces pressed up against the glass. Fingers tapped on the window. Hands waved, vying for attention. Insane toothy grins on one side of the wall juxtaposed ironically with the open mouthed wails on the other. Now Sophia really was a lobster. These latest intruders were the hungry diners there to decide who they would get the pleasure of devouring. They either couldn’t hear the Littles’ cries or they just didn’t care. Flashes of white caught Sophia’s attention. A nurse, practically a waitress followed hands pointing down and over to Sophia’s caught. Just a moment later, Sophia was picked up and cradled again. Her body calmed at the added warmth and support. Her mouth was forced closed with the addition of a fresh bottle. “Baby gets some brekkie!” the nurse chirped. Sophia’s eyes were drawn again to happy sounding voice. Thank goodness it wasn’t the guard from yesterday. Two new faces came into view. “Mr and Mrs. Olafson? Congratulations. It’s a girl!” “Henry!” A middle aged Amazon woman gushed, snatching Sophia out of the other Amazon’s arms, blanket, bottle and all. “Look at her! She’s perfect!” Then to the nurse she said. “We’ll take her!” This is how it ended. Auctioned off to the first or highest bidder. Nothing more than a pet. A porcelain baby doll to care for an neglect as a couple of fifty somethings saw fit. . A knot formed right in her stomach. Unfortunate that it had nothing to do with the torment she felt. The added milk had woken up something else inside the Little’s body. “She sure is, Harriet!” the giant man agreed with his wife. “Thank you very much.” The nurse gushed back. “Oh don’t thank me. I’m just the stork. It’s my favorite part of the job! Y’all are the real heroes, taking this Little one in!” “What’s her name?” Sophia’s new Mommy asked. “Whatever you want it to be.” “How about Abigail-May? After both of our mothers,” Sophia’s new Daddy suggested. The couple of tyrants looked down at her. “What do you think? The pressure in Sophia’s stomach was increasing and bubbling up rapidly, a balloon that was growing and growing inside her, ready to burst out of her stomach like a horror movie alien. The pressure built and built and built until she involuntarily added more mess to her diaper. “Awww! She’s smiling, honey!” the giant man said. “That means she likes it!” Really it just meant that she had gas. Her body lacked the control and wherewithal for social smiling. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a very happy baby!” The nurse praised them. And poor Sophia lacked any capability to disagree. That was all there was to it. Sophia stayed there in the stranger’s arms, sucking on her bottle while bundled up in a blanket; her wet and messy diaper squishing with every shift. Her husband was handed a clipboard where he signed some forms and then she was whisked away. She never thought she’d see the sun again or feel the fresh air on her face. In a way she wasn’t. Sophia wasn’t the blob in the stranger’s arms. She wasn’t being strapped in the backward facing car seat and having the bottle replaced with a pacifier. Nor was she adding a steady trickle of urine into an already wet diaper. Her body was doing all of that, but not her. Sophia hadn’t done anything since biting that bitch’s hand. She never thought she’d see the outside of prison; not as herself. How wrong she’d been. Instead of erasing her, the Amazons had just shrunken the prison into a perfectly Sophia sized casing while the real Sophia could only cry in despair from behind a wall of preprogrammed responses and instincts. “Look Henry,” her new Mommy said. “In her file they included a CD of children’s songs for her nursery.” “Heh. Well let’s make it official,” the older man behind the wheel said. “Put it in.” “The time to be happy is now! And the place to be happy is here! And the way to be happy is to make someone happy And we’ll have a Little Heaven right here!” Sophia was not now nor ever would be free. But given enough time, one to five years according to that guard, she might be happy.

So, writing this has been fun but this will be the final chapter of this story. I definitely have some roots to do more with Dr. Mengell and her patients (these or others), but this chapter should answer most of the questions a few of you have asked. If you have any others, feel free to ask, but as always, thank you for your likes and comments with this shorter story. My next story will be about an archeological dig and though it has less regression elements and not set in the Diaper Dimension, I just couldn't get it out of my head. I have no idea when I'll be done with it, but I think I'm going to make it a shorter story than originally planned. After, I will definitely be focusing on the next Stuffy's Tale, as I took some time the other day to write part of it and it was a lot of fun with some of the bits I've got planted in there. Anyway, hope you enjoy this next and final chapter! Chapter 7: It's A Good Life Slipping inside my spacious townhouse, I wandered through the foyer and quickly popped into my home office off to the left. Once inside, I put my bag down and took out the patients’ files of the day. Four patients and all with their different problems and solutions. I was proud of the work I did today and knew after putting Vincent down for the night, I would come back, sip an iced tea, and read through them a bit more. The four’s progress was good, but their problems weren’t going to just be solved today. For now, though, I set four of the files on my large desk in the room and held the fifth delicately in my hands. It now looked slightly older than when I had first seen it back at Licking River Detention Center and had obviously visually seen a lot more abuse than the others. Thumbing it open, I browsed over its contents again. I still couldn’t believe this now updated file was about my Little, Vincent, now presumably resting upstairs, and his former life as Victor Hamsby, the perpetrator of the Juventas incident. * * * Patient Name: Vincent Mengell, aka, Victor Hamsby Biological Age: 30 Years old Estimated Mental Age: One year old on the outside (some tests could prove older with some responses given) Former Occupation: Chemical Engineer at Juventas Current Occupation: Unemployed Regression Initiated: 30 days ago Notes: Former patient and current personal Little. Through our efforts, Vincent has shown an acceptance of his new life as a regressed Little. Unlike the other patients, regression methods were more lasting and severe. With current known technological methods, progress (if made), could be measured in milestones of months, rather than years. Outlook seems permanent. * * * I knew most saw a maniac worthy of the deepest cell at Dark Cliff Prison that day when I visited him, and I couldn’t honestly entirely blame them. If his plan had come to fruition before being captured, at least 50% of the surrounding areas would have eventually been affected by his drugs to some degree. I, however, looked past that when I first met him and saw an ultimately scared man who had only lashed out a society and those around him out of angst at being a Little. It was no excuse to be sure, but my findings and a little persuasion on my part in the form of a personal plea had convinced the court that he would make a perfect Little. As a special part of the deal though, having known his past already and having no Little of my own, I recused myself from being his doctor and asked to be selected to be his new caregiver. I received a changed and regressed person the next day and the official adoption paperwork had finally gone through two weeks ago. He was officially my Little now. Before, I hadn’t lied to Ethan per say at the coffee shop this morning when he asked about my new Little. Victor had been regressed and abandoned when I first got him, however I just failed to mention that the abandonment had been done by society and that the regression had been performed by the government. It was a hefty bit that I omitted, but lying in this way to others would keep my Little safe. ‘No one was truly ready for the truth… not yet at least. Maybe not ever…’ During that first day he was with me back here, I saw you couldn’t turn on the radio or TV without hearing about the despicable ‘Victor Hamsby’ every five minutes. So naturally, I knew I had to change his name as my top priority as his caregiver. The name, ‘Victor Hamsby,’ was stained and a monster to most, however, the now ‘Vincent Mengell’ was a sweet and innocent Little. Not even Tammy knew his real identity as she cared for him while I was at the office. ‘I don’t think she would stick around for long if she knew…’ I had chosen the name specifically from my favorite artist from the portal Little’s own dimension. The painting in my office often reminded me of my sweet Vincent and it honestly got me through some of the tougher sessions with my more combative or scarred patients. Vincent wasn’t a portal Little but having snagged one of the portals art books after Project Nurture one day to learn more about their culture, I couldn’t get enough of Van Gogh’s work. His torturous life seemed as good as any as inspiration for Vincent’s old life before he came to me. Besides, even if Vincent hadn’t come into my life, a new portal facility just opened on the edge of town and soon, new Littles would be swarming in to take in our culture. Learning and connecting with them would become important as they inevitably made their way to me in some form. ‘Poor, innocent fools.’ I doubted half would be making the return trip home… “Knock, knock.” I turned around and saw Tammy hovering by the door. “I thought I heard you come in. I hope I’m not disturbing you or anything.” I smiled at the teenage Big. “No, thank you, Tammy. Just looking through some files I brought home with me.” I casually slid Vincent’s file back on the desk, not wanting to arouse suspicion from Tammy. Good babysitters were hard to find in the best of circumstances. The old Victor listed in that file could never be considered the best of circumstances. “Well, I just changed Vincent not too long ago, gave him a snack, and was about to put him down for a nap or go outside and then he could nap there, but then I thought I heard you walk in. I can still put him down or take him out if you need some more time here.” I smiled at her thoughtful proposal, being just one of the many qualities I admired in her. “That’s very considerate of you, Tammy, but I can take it from here. Thank you for coming over again today. I made some good progress with my patients at the office and there haven’t been any emergencies so far. It was a good day and I think I could use some more ‘mommy and me’ time now.” “I understand and I’m really glad to hear that, Dr. Mengell.” “Please, Tammy. Call me Trisha.” “Right… sorry, Trisha...” She looked at the wall behind me and gestured to the plaques on it. “Just really hard not to call you your official title and all after seeing your diplomas and awards. Plus, seeing all of them talk about you on the news the past few weeks...” “Oh? Should I prepare for the pitchforks and torches?” I jested. Tammy let out a small laugh. “No, I don’t think so. Although… GPY News seems particularly flustered with the findings and assessments that you’ve published recently.” “Eh. They have their reputation to maintain. Can’t satisfy everyone these days, you know?” Tammy nodded and I thumbed over the four visible patient files on my desk. “Honestly though, I just care about my patients. They’re what matters in the end.” Tammy looked saddened for a moment. “Yeah, and I feel so bad for them. The Littles… I can’t even imagine.” “It’s better not to imagine… but definitely tough all around. Still though, must press on.” I paused and saw the time. “I’m here now. Thank you, Tammy, but you can go home now. I’ll still pay you for the full day, but I’m sure you have a life beyond being the best babysitter out there, right?” She smiled over my compliment and the prospect of leaving early. “After today, I just want to spend some time with Vincent. Always feel a little bit more of a need after a day like today.” “Oh, of course. I understand.” Her posture stiffened back to her formal stance. “Thank you so much, Dr. Men… Trisha.” She smiled bashfully at her mistake, but I was grateful she didn’t make a big deal out of it. I knew with the long-term nature of Vincent’s needs and my job that she would get plenty of practice calling me by my first name. “He really is such a good Little… anyway, tomorrow at 9?” “Unfortunate cancellation. The first session of the day was cancelled. Make it 10 instead.” “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that, but okay!” Jessica then waved goodbye and bounded away, soon opening, and then closing the door behind her. I sighed aloud. The cancellation was because one of the Littles under my care had been the apparent victim of a gang dispute targeting Littles in a park at night. ‘Why did you have to go into the park Mallory? And at night!’ I had read an email from her coworker explaining what had happened to her and that she was physically fine but needed some time to recuperate. Likely though, receiving the email from her coworker and the cancellation of tomorrow’s appointment didn’t bode well for the poor Little. I sighed again and grabbed a sticky note from nearby and began writing. ‘Need to remember to call first thing when I get in. Mallory’s likely going to need my help to cope with whatever the next steps are. PTSD from being attacked or coping with a regression by a coworker… not good either way.’ I shuffled the note into my bag for tomorrow and went upstairs to my bedroom. In a few moments, I shimmied off my coat and flats and opted for a more casual blouse and a pair of canvas slip on shoes. ‘Ah, much better!’ My hair, makeup, and the rest of her clothing were fine to walk around outside still, and the nearby monitor informed me that I had run out of time anyway. “Ma… paa…” The Little monitor next to my bed that I had purchased when I first brought Vincent home started going off. “I’ll be right there, honey!” I called out down the hallway to the nursery. The garbled noises stopped briefly, and I finished putting away my discarded items from the workday. ‘Definitely need to start a load tonight. Between Vincent’s little accidents and a few occasional leaks like today, it’s a wonder I don’t do laundry more often these days. I wonder if Tammy would mind helping a little out around here to make a bit more money. I’ll have to ask her tomorrow...’ ‘Maaamaaa!’ “Oooh, coming sweetie!” I dashed off and entered the nursery to find Vincent standing up in his crib, a feat now only possible by him gripping the bars tightly. Even then, his knees wobbled around profusely. It was always quite a sight to see him like this now in his blue and white-striped romper, thickly bulging around the rear and groin, wide eyed, and cleaned-up. It was a pleasant contrast to when I had first met him in his disheveled and beaten state at the detention center. I was nervous going to pick him up, but I knew I had made the right decision about my Vincent as soon as I saw his wide-eyed regressed self. Since that day, his near-unfocused stare, nearly always present bobbing pacifier clipped to his clothing, combined nicely with his dimples and neatly combed hair. My heart wanted to burst out of pure joy every time I saw him now. “Hello, baby! Have a fun day with Tammy?” I cooed, nearing in front of his white wooden crib. “Daaa!” Vincent nodded his head eagerly and bounced up and down in his crib excitedly. “I’m sure you did. Mommy’s little man always has good days with her now, don’t you?” Another rapid nodding of his head. “Well, Mommy’s home early, so…” Sniff. Sniff. The air was laced with an earthy and slightly unpleasant scent, which could only mean one thing. “Did widdle Vincent leave Mommy a present? Did he? Did he?” Vincent stared at me confused for a moment. I made the deal for his punishment to be the regression of his physical abilities to that of a Little around a year or younger instead of a newborn. Further, I also agreed on other changes, but I’m not sure if they had screwed up or someone wanted him to maintain his cognitive abilities to some degree for whatever reason, though regardless, Vincent was now all over the place with his mental and social abilities. In the beginning, he was very much regressed only on the physical side. Lately though, he had begun staying for longer periods of time with the mental acuity to match his physical abilities. Despite the slip up, this ending seemed to satisfy the courts enough. I had kept a record for posterity just in case it ever came up officially, but no one ever seemed to check up on us anymore. I shrugged one day and guessed they had what they wanted from us: a devoted caregiver and a regressed Little. As such, toilet control was nowhere near Vincent’s level of recognition and as his loving mommy, it was my job to fill in that gap. “Here, let Mommy check. My nose is powerful with my secret mommy powers, but someone might have just been a bit gassy from too much milk, huh? Is Mommy’s special boy a milk man?” He just giggled and bounced a little more from his gripped position in his crib. I smiled and then reached into the crib and patted Vincent’s rear. He just stood there and allowed me to do my work as his Mommy, not caring one way or another now. It was quite a turnaround from when he first came to me a month ago. Then, due to his shifting mental awareness, I was sometimes the Big who had saved him from ‘fading out’ or Dark Cliff, but I was also the Big who had proposed to regress him to this state. Between the two sides of him at that point, I think he wanted to end it all back then if I’m being honest with myself, but we had worked on powering through those stages. Now, any mental fortitude that he had left knew that his physical abilities were lacking and that he needed help. Getting that from a kindly Big, in this case me, was just a necessity at this point. Plus, a few weeks of true comfort and the occasional bribery to calm him down didn’t hurt either. ‘You can only hate the person drying your tears and feeding you treats for so long in this state…’ I patted his bulky bottom again and felt the distinctive squish. The Koddles fit him well and he loved their designs from his daily binge of Jasper and Jinx, though of course with the deep laced hypnotics turned off. I didn’t want my Little to be anywhere near a drooling mess. Vincent had been through enough by now. Sure enough, after another prodding lower down, my hand squelched against the padding. If Vincent felt it or cared, he made no motion to show it. “Oh my. Someone’s stinky! Did someone leave Mommy a present? I think he did. Oh yes, he did!” I then proceeded to tickle-attack Vincent all over and he soon fell in the crib onto his back. His diaper was likely a disaster now, but his raucous laughter and giggles filled the room, and his happiness in turn filled my soul. I was glad my Little was finally accepting and enjoying his new life. After another minute of tickling and a speedy diaper change, I brought Vincent outside with me to the rear fenced-in yard and laid him out in a foldable playpen I had brought outside as well. I gave him his favorite stuffy, a dark blue whale, and let him play around for a bit, while I laid back in my lawn chair and soaked in the sun in our backyard. It was pleasant, but Juventas still needed their answer about why all this happened, and I sighed over what I should do. I looked over the five files in my hand from the day. Each patient had been regressed for a different reason and now had a new take on coping with their new life, both as varied as much they had been regressed. Though the perpetrator of their regression, the old Victor had been regressed himself consequently via a different method and therefore provided an entirely new way for all this to occur again. As I studied the files, I almost wished that the old Victor had acted out of malice or mental instability. Everyone could see those, and they usually left clean margins for explanations to a company asking questions. Instead, the old Victor had only truly acted out because of his fear of the Bigs. His old self was still at fault and part of me believed that it was fitting that his one fear of being regressed by Bigs had come about due to his actions to prevent it in the first place. Still though, each act of his had been done out of a kind of self-preservation, which made everything more difficult to boil down and present cleanly to Juventas. Reading through his personnel file from Juventas, Victor had been floundering in the company environment owing to a lack of self-esteem amongst the Bigs, Middles, and even fellow Littles. Each had made him feel powerless in his lack of physical height, strength, or appearance and confidence, and so he put up his guard against everyone. It was a vicious cycle, as his continued insulation from others only made him feel more worthless, which he would respond to by putting up more walls. In that kind of cycle, anyone paying attention to him could see that it wouldn’t be long before he acted against the society that he thought was pitted against him. His initial victims were simple and could even be thought of as revenge against the Littles who had wronged him personally on the surface. I realized later though, that in Victor’s mind, they should have been his friends over a common problem regarding the Bigs since they first met, rather than for a single action they had done. Instead of treating him like a comrade in arms, the Littles treated him like the shy and awkward loner that he knew he was. That, however, was where my sympathies for Victor ended. After being handed the four other files of the Juventas victims and becoming their court-appointed therapist, I actually saw that Floyd was the first break in the old Victor’s pattern. From my studies of the others and Floyd’s file, I could only infer that he was regressed so severely for testing products on other Littles and was thought of as a betrayer to their kind. Likely, old Victor then made the realization afterward that each of the Littles he had regressed worked for us Bigs and we were therefore the main root of the problem, hence his escalation toward the main water supply to affect everyone. ‘Thank goodness he was stopped before then.’ Also, after a few conversations with the then mostly lucid Vincent with ‘yes’ and ‘no’ questions, I suspected that he may have even enjoyed Floyd’s regression as well, which also could have been why it was more severe than the others, but I just couldn’t be sure anymore. Regardless though, I knew that the abused Little became the abuser of Littles for one simple reason by the end. It was a power he likely never felt before, and as I looked at him nodding off with ‘Bwuey,’ his way of saying ‘Blue,’ the whale, I knew he would never truly feel that sense of power again. Being a Big myself, it behooved me to say it, but I felt that we were indeed the root of the problem in all this mess. Victor’s methods were extreme and unwarranted to cast judgment on an entire city, but us Bigs had created the environment in which a person like Victor was born. Our society also created my loving Vincent from the bitter and broken Victor, but our side primed all of this to occur in the first place. It all almost seemed too perfect and by design… Of course, I then thought back to this morning. Groups like ALL and those two men in the coffee house were becoming more apparent, but their kind had always lived amongst our society. A society, where mind-obliterating hypnosis and barbaric surgery were once go-to methods to regress a Little, must shoulder some of the blame for creating the fear that plagues each one of the Littles that comes into my office. Even after each was well compensated, the victims from the Juventas incident and subsequent trial were still facing fear and persecution from those around them. Floyd may be too far gone and accepting at this point to cause harm back to our society, but Bobby, Gina, or Carmen may still have the ability or desire to do so yet. They had made so much progress from when I first met them, but everyone has their breaking point. It was why my job had become so important lately. If I could get through to the Littles, maybe some part of the cycle could stop and prevent all this from happening again. ‘But how do I really say all that to Juventas?’ My thumb tapped the tablet in front of me with the blinking form of the email to Juventas with my weekly findings. My conclusions were becoming more profound with each visit and subsequent story I would hear with the Juventas victims. I wanted to prevent this tragedy from ever occurring again in the future, but if anything, my results pointed towards the likelihood that this would happen again. In fact, I realized that it likely already had happened somewhere else and was just covered up and eventually forgotten about. ‘I would bet everything that I had that Catalon had a similar problem before and just chose to sweep it under the rug. Would Libertalia be the same?’ I looked over and saw that my Vincent was now fast asleep and splayed out in the playpen I had set up. I smiled maternally toward him and sighed deeply. Five lives changed forever because of fear. Fear of us… Bigs. It was a hard pill to swallow to condemn your own race, but we would likely need to change before we ever saw improvement in cases like these. If this morning at the coffee house was any indication, that day may sadly never happen. Vincent turned and snored slightly. I saw his pacifier had dropped to the side and I got up and popped it back in his mouth. Without hesitation, he began to furiously suck on it once more in his sleep. Sitting back down, I had no regrets of adopting Vincent. My maternal instincts were on fire the entire day and I was worried about the long-term consequences of them, but I had received something much better in return. Vincent had given me a useful insight into the world of Littles I never would have gotten before, but more importantly, he was a person to love me and for me to love back unconditionally. I quickly wrote up my findings and decided to postpone sending them the conclusion they were looking for. I knew how to write the report to keep them satisfied, and it gave me a little more time to think of how to craft my ultimate findings. I knew I was just postponing what I felt like was the inevitable, but now was my time with my new adorable Little. I fluffed out a large blanket in the backyard and gingerly pulled out Vincent and Blue, and then cuddled them both tightly in my arms. His smell was intoxicating to me, and I deeply relaxed with my precious bundle of joy under the pleasant afternoon sun. * * * In the alley behind the townhouse, a security camera creaked slightly and blinked as it zoomed in on the two figures cuddling on a blanket in their backyard. A distance away in a tall tower downtown, a large, aging man stroked his goatee as he watched the video finish. “That’s good progress everyone… does she suspect?” A bony man with slicked back hair leaned forward onto the giant wooden meeting table from his seat. “No, Mr. Drakos. Occasional bouts of curiosity, but nothing concrete.” “Good, Mr. Allen. Keep an eye on her.” He nodded and then slunk back into his chair. “Yes, sir.” “And her patients? The victims?” A woman with a tight blonde bun leaned forward from her seat. “All patients are showing excellent progress under her care. All are exhibiting major signs of regression from the drugs administered by ermm… Vincent. No signs of reversion.” “Good. And the problematic one?” “Carmen. Yes, sir. Our agent on the ground was able to pass off their encounter as just another ‘crazy’ Big encounter. She was sufficiently scared enough to activate the dissolvable patch he slipped onto her.” “No signs of questioning?” “She is showing the expected signs of stress, but our new drug seems to have worked perfectly. Mr. Bablin was the perfect test subject and didn’t notice a test patch being applied.” “Bablin… Bablin… As in victim, Floyd Bablin?” Mr. Allen asked nervously. “Yes, John. Former testing manager under me…” she looked off sadly at the thought of her former colleague, but then quickly shook her head. “He has the skills and is regressed enough to not question a thing.” She then turned back to Mr. Drakos. “Anyway, the patch visibly dissolved within 10 seconds and the drug finished entering Miss Baal’s system in 15 minutes. She should be well on her way to some form of mental regression. Dr. Mengell’s latest report indicates the changes are already noticeable after three days.” “Prognosis?” The blonde woman then suddenly looked nervous and remained silent. “I asked for her prognosis, Ms. Finnegan. Is there a problem?” Mr. Drakos questioningly growled. “Well…” Ms. Finnegan bit her lip and many of the other heads of departments for Juventas couldn’t contain their own nervousness. Mr. Drakos had a reputation when dealing with the failure of his subordinates. “Due to the method of administering the… uh, drug, we’ve determined some factors could interfere with the desired… outcome.” She paused, but then quickly added to her previous statement. “But we’re working on this slight unknown! We estimate though that Miss Baal should be affected in some capacity. We firmly believe that her current position within the company is in jeopardy due to her progress.” Mr. Drakos drummed his finger together passively. “I see… Be sure to give me an update. Sooner rather than later, Ms. Finnegan.” “Yes, sir,” she said, backing up to blend in with the rest of those seated around the table. Mr. Drakos then stood up and paced in front of the heads of departments for a moment. “I just want to let you all know of how proud I am of our progress with this incident. Through marketing,” he nodded toward a suited man with a stylish beard and red hair, “we’ve been able to spin this as being one of the victims of this great tragedy.” He paused and looked back at the screen at the passed out Little on the blanket. “Victor, or I guess Vincent now, accomplished what our focused scientists were unable to for eight months on their own. His expertise in chemicals and his desperation with a little guided push, allowed us to get the perfect scapegoat for our new product and four unsuspecting test subjects. Potentially years of research and millions of dollars boiled down to less than two months and the perfect patsy.” Mr. Drakos turned back toward the heads of the department seated around the table. “Our influence and hand in government mandated regression has allowed us to keep his mind intact while locking him in his body. He seems to be enjoying himself now, but we have the perfect resource we can bring out if we ever need him again to improve on his research.” He paused and looked over at the man directly to his left. “I would also like to commend Mr. Bouras, our vice-president for coming with this entire plan in the first place. Excellent work, George.” Mr. Drakos started to clap, and the rest of the heads did as well. Mr. Bouras smiled widely. Praise from the president of Juventas was rare and all knew a hefty bonus was coming his way by the end of the next quarter. Mr. Drakos held up his hand calmly and the crowd became silent. “Yes, yes. All well and good. One final thing… Dr. Mengell. Do we have a… plan for her?” he asked, staring down at the far end of the table. A gaunt figure stood up where he was looking and those around him gave him a wide berth. “Yes, sir,” he coolly said. “My department has come up with several plans to deal with the good doctor.” “I hesitate to ask, Mr. Thanatos, but may I inquire about one of them?” Mr. Drakos questioned, his usual demeanor now turning more pensive. Everyone knew not to upset the special projects division and their investigations. It didn’t take much for their reach to turn to anyone, including the president of the company himself. “I’m sure this company would feel more… comfortable if we knew.” “As you wish, Mr. Drakos,” Mr. Thanatos said calmly, nodding his head slightly to acknowledge the request further. “As you know. Dr. Mengell was involved with our rival, Diamond Technologies, with several of their hypnosis products. We believe strongly that she would do anything to keep that knowledge a secret. After all, we’re not even sure she is aware of how much her products have gone into regressing most Littles around the world. The channel, Pennycade Jr., alone is littered with her work. We doubt her credibility to help other Littles would stand up to such a resume like that.” “Good, good. Excellent. I’m sure if nothing else, she could always be labeled a radical and sent to Dark Cliff herself.” He paused and then smiled wickedly. “Not like we haven’t done that before!” The whole room burst into laughter, each likely remembering a separate victim that had gone to that horrible place for one reason or another. * * * I stretched and took in the fading light. I could have sworn I heard a noise from the alleyway, but I quickly let it go. ‘Probably some bird or whatnot.’ Vincent was still curled up in my arms and twitched spastically every few minutes while he continued to munch and pulse on his pacifier. Blue had slightly rolled away during our small nap, so I tucked him back into Vincent’s arms tenderly. Vincent clasped him tightly and smiled gently behind his pacifier. Pretty soon though, I would need to get up and get dinner ready for Vincent and I for tonight. He could play a bit in the living room while I prepared the food and cleaned up the daily messes left behind, but all that was still a way off. I looked at the files once more perched on my lawn chair still, and though each was worrying for their own reasons, I could only feel content with the progress we had all made today. More would occur next week and the weeks afterward and that was enough for me. For now, I could only lay back and smile at my progress with them and Vincent. Today, with the two sides of my life that had enveloped my world in the past month, everything felt just right. With any luck, I hoped it all would last.

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I make this thing where I cook up ground beef on the stove top, seasoned, and when its done cooking, I throw in barbeque sauce, While this is happening, I am air frying a bag of tater tots(seasoned too of course), The tots come out and I crush and break apart as much of them as I can before my arm gets tired then toss in the meat and mix it all together. I also do the same but instead of tots, I make mashed potatoes. And on a similar thing, I will air fry popcorn chicken or boneless wings or nuggets and put them into mashed potatoes(no bbq sauce tho)

Home made chili, stew, and soup. I make these in my crockpot. Chili, 2 big cans of tomatoes (crushed, diced, pureed, sauce, whole, depending upon how you like your chili), 1 medium can of diced tomatoes, a diced onion, garlic, pepper, salt, chili powder, whichever seasonings you like. And a mixture of meat and beans, two pounds/cans depending upon your expenses or preference. Brown the meat, throw everything into the crockpot and cook for a few or more hours. Stew. One quart of stock/broth (beef, chicken or vegetable), flour, meat (bite sized) or no meat, frozen veggies your choice, spices your choice. Turn on your crockpot or pot and add the stock so it starts to warm up add some flour and spices and thoroughly mix it in, it's better to add a bit too much because you can add water to thin it down. Once it's all mixed in and getting warm, brown any meat you are using and then add it to the stock and flour. Then add in the frozen veggies, if you are using multiple bags of veggies only use part of each bag. For potatoes I use steak fries. Cook for a few hours and a hearty stew. Soup is like the stew only no or very little flour, and possibly more stock or water. Go shopping early and ask when they discount the meat. It's still good, but can be up to 1/3 off. Freeze and it will last a while. https://m.youtube.com/@TheWolfePit/playlists His budget meals can be really cheap, are usually simple, and look down right tasty usually. He also taste tests prepared meals, and some truly odd food items you can buy.

Airport Insecurity You’ve never been great at making smart tactical decisions when it comes to your diapers. Years ago, when you told your vanilla friend about your kink and how paranoid you were about getting caught or someone finding your stash, they thought you were being silly. “What’s there to catch? If somebody finds them, just say you have a medical condition or something. Like you’re a bedwetter, or have bladder control problems.” The flush in your cheeks was answered with their eyes slowly widening in increased comprehension. “They have cartoons on them, don’t they…?” The idea that there could be babyish looking diapers sized for grown-ass men and women didn’t even occur to them. Yet it was a relief to you. Ye gods, how awful would it be if you were limited to only what you could piecemeal together and pretend was ‘the real thing’; limited to Depends and whatever outfits looked childish enough? No bonnets. No onesies. No clothes with snaps in them. It’d be like putting a barber’s bowl on your head and calling it a knightly helm only without Don Quixote’s madness. No. Just no. Thank goodness for the internet, niche companies, and discreet shipping. You still trended towards subtlety, naturally. You aren’t looking to force yourself on anyone. It’s just the t-shirt and baggy shorts you have on feel a lot better with a nice cloth backed diaper and a plain white onesie to hold it all together. To one side of your brain, you’re wearing a grown-up disguise so that you can play pretend amongst the ‘real’ adults. To the other side, you are the world’s most discreet and timid exhibitionist; afraid of getting caught and shunned. You just wanna be yourself! What’s so wrong with that? Here in the airport security line, that more anxious side is currently blaring at full volume. Your tongue becomes like sandpaper while you slip your shoes off and put them in a bin with your belt. Your diaper is dry too. You never thought you’d be too nervous to pee, but here you are. This will be fine. There’s no risk of anyone seeing your diaper. To all onlookers, the onesie will just look like you have a basic undershirt that is successfully tucked in. It’s not what you’re wearing that’s making your heart thud in your chest. It’s the bag. It doesn’t look very much like a diaper bag. It’s plain brown with no babyish decorations. It could be a purse, or a laptop bag, or just a satchel. It is a diaper bag, however. That’s what it was marketed as. That’s what you’re using it for. It’s packed with wipes, powder, a (for now) empty baby bottle, and two spare diapers. Also your wallet, cell phone, and keys, but that’s besides the point. You didn’t need to bring the diaper bag along. You aren’t actually incontinent, and even if you were, your diapers are absorbent enough that they probably wouldn’t leak between now and the time your plane touches down. It’s just… You liked the idea of carrying around your very own diaper bag. You romanticized the idea of having an accident before takeoff, and then sitting in for a few hours, perhaps adding to it, and then whisking yourself away to a bathroom to change. There was something lovely about that idea… This is stupid. This whole thing is stupid. You should have just packed these diapers in your suitcase with the rest. The people at the x-ray machine would see your diapers. They’d see how big the diapers were. They’d know that they weren’t small enough to fit an actual baby. They’d know. Everyone would know. You inhale and hold your breath as you put the bag on the conveyor belt. “Any liquids, or large electronics?” The man stationed near the front of the belt asks. You mutely shake your head and wince as they push your bag along the rollers towards the x-ray machine. “We’ve got some pumps and breast milk,” a woman behind you says, putting a large navy blue bag behind your plain brown diaper bag. You glance at her, and the color shoots away from your face and towards your feet. Oh crap! Someone with a real baby! The man behind her with the newborn in a carrier tells you what you already know. “That’s fine,” the guard says. But you know the truth. It is not fine. You’re about to accidentally traumatize a new mother with your fetish. You’re about to be exposed and go from being the world’s most discreet exhibitionist to a full on untouchable. No. You breathe. That’s not what’s going to happen. You temper the extreme paranoia you’re feeling with cold reptilian logic. You’re not going to be outed here. There’s nothing dangerous or suspicious in your bag and the people at the TSA have seen much weirder shit than some big baby diapers. You’ll be forgotten less than thirty seconds after you get through security and nobody but you and the guy looking for bombs and drugs will ever know. “Next!” A guard on the other side of the body scanner calls you. You turn your head in time to see a man step outside of the hollow glass booth and follow in his footsteps. You angle your head down to the floor and shuffle forward, breathing shallowly. You place your socked feet on the yellow footprints and raise your arms above your head before the person running the scanner can instruct you to. “Arms up,” they say calmly, despite you already following their instructions. The vertical bar quickly whooshes past your sight, scanning you in the blink of an eye. You exhale and lower your arms down. No beeps. No boops. No buzzers. That should mean you’re in the clear, or so you think. “Step out and to the side, please.” A guard commands. Out and to the side?! What was wrong? What happened? Did you leave something in your pockets? Is something…bulging unnaturally? You stare down at your crotch and feel as if you have X-Ray vision. Surely, the diaper bulge beneath your onesie and baggy shorts isn’t THAT noticeable, right? Right?! “Come on,” the guard coaxes you, gently. “Out we go!” You step forward out the other side of the body scanner, the papery crinkle of your diaper sounding off in your ears despite the din of the machines and foot traffic all around you. It’s drowned out by the thump-thump-thumping as your heart threatens to leap out of your chest. Out of the corner of your eye you see a guard at the X-ray machine rifling through a plain brown satchel bag; your diaper bag! And he’s taking out everything! Why? Why would he do that? It’s just a wallet, phone, keys, wipes, and some diapers! Big, crinkly, childish looking baby diapers that fit you perfectly so as to bring you incredible joy and comfort in private and drive you to humiliating despair in public. He stacks the two spares you packed on a counter and pulls out the baby powder. He pours some out and reaches for what looks like a chemical testing strip. Oh no! The powder! They’re making sure that it’s not some kind of a bomb! You KNEW you should have packed it in your suitcase, but noooooooooo, you just HAD to live the full fantasy and smell extra babyish when you changed yourself in the airport bathroom. You’re going to purge. You just know it. As soon as this is over, you are getting off that plane and dumping your entire suitcase full of baby clothes and diapers into a fucking dumpster. You freak. You loser. You monster. You look behind you at the lady with the breast pump and realize you haven’t been breathing. She’s smiling and waving at you, gently shooing you forward. A silent prayer: Please don’t let her see what’s in your bag. Please let her and her husband and their kid be at just the right angle so that the x-ray machine and body scanner are blocking their view of your privacy being grievously violated. “Come on!” A strange man chirps and yanks you the rest of the way out of the scanner. “Sorry about this, Dad,” the guard says to the stranger. The way he says it reminds you of when you were a child and people who didn’t know your parent’s names would just call them ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ as a shorthand. “Daddy?” The word leaps out of your mouth unbidden. You’d only meant to copy what was said, not to add your own infantile twist. “Just hold on a second, baby,” the stranger says quietly. “Just gotta prove that you’re not a terrorist or something.” He shakes his head and laughs to himself while he pulls your pants down, and exposes your onesie. Terrified and overwhelmed, you freeze. Knees and elbows locked. Throat tight. Hard to breathe. The man, Daddy, reaches right between your legs like he’s done it a billion times and unsnaps each button of your onesie. “I’m sorry about this,” the guard says. “It’s just protocol.’ “Yeah,” Daddy says. “I get it.” He lifts up the onesie, exposing your heavy sodden diaper. You have no idea when you stopped holding it, but the wetness line is bright blue “Looks like you caught us before we sprung a leak!” The guard laughs nervously. “Looks like it. Sorry again.” “Not a problem, sir,” Daddy replies. Then he looks to you. “Okay, baby. Why don’t you step out?” He pulls your shorts down past your ankles until they’re just a puddle on the floor. Your legs and brain numb, your body does as instructed, stepping out one foot of a time until you’re left in nothing but your t-shirt, onesie, and socks. “What happened here?” The woman with the baby supplies asks. Your skin alights anew. This shouldn’t be happening! Daddy talks past you. “Body scanner thought a diaper was an explosive device or something.” The woman laughs and moves over to the rollers by the X-Ray machine. “Not unless it’s diarrhea!” she quips. She picks up the bag filled with milk, breast pumps and such. The man who was rifling through your diaper bag has repacked it and handed it back to her. “No pants?” Daddy shrugs. “They need a change anyway, and it’s not that cold.” Without further preamble he grabs your t-shirt and tugs it up over your head. You’re too bamboozled to resist. “Fair enough,” the woman says. She grabs your wrist. “Come on honey bunny. Follow Mommy. Let’s go get changed.” “Mommy?!” Your confused words fall on deaf ears. “You sure, babe?” Daddy asks. “You got the last one.” The conversation has started to move away from the security line. You’re waddling helplessly behind Mommy and Daddy. You look behind you and see that the young man with the baby carrier behind her was with another young lady. “I’d like to nurse before we get on the plane,” Mommy tells Daddy. “Clean bum and full tummy. If we’re lucky they’ll sleep through the flight back home. Keep the bottled stuff as an emergency if they get fussy in mid air.” Daddy slows down. “Good idea. I’ll go to the bathroom too.” The gulf between you is increasing as Mommy leads you towards a clearly marked area designated for breastfeeding and diaper changing. “Take your time,” Mommy calls back to him. “We’ll be awhile.” Everything is happening so fast, that only one word has time to come out before you cross the threshold into the nursing station. “Home?” You were supposed to go on vacation today.

Chapter 7: Catching Up The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess “You recorded… everything?” I asked, on behalf of myself and for Sarah, who was still silenced by her dummy. “Oh yes. And your recordings will be played for the remainder of the day as you socialise in the playroom.” It was then that it hit us both, at the same time apparently. “Playroom?” We asked in sync, although due to the dummy, Sarah’s words were more mumbles than actual words. “Oh yes! You’ll spend the rest of the day in the playroom with the other babies. You can socialise and talk and get to know your fellow babies. And you’ll all get to see what you got up to in the past week of your regression!” The Nurse said, excitedly. “So…” “Oh it’s going to be so much fun! You better get them to the playroom so they don’t miss out, we’ve still got a few more pairs to revert.” The Nurse told Alice, who nodded and picked up Sarah from the table effortlessly, carrying her over to the stroller and placing her down, strapping her in. Sarah turned to me with fear in her eyes as her face turned red. ‘Just… just what did we do this past week?’ I thought to myself as Alice waved goodbye to the Nurse and pushed us out of the room. Wandering the bare, clinical halls for a few minutes, whilst strapped securely in the stroller and at the mercy of our ‘Nanny’, we headed to an area of the complex that we had never visited before. Or at least we had no memory of. Alice had said ‘playroom’, so I assume we went there when we were fully regressed at some point, so maybe flashes of memory will come back when I see the place? Or maybe it’s just completely blank still. We quickly reached a large double door, when suddenly another Nanny walked through, holding an infantilised victim in her arms. The Nanny looked just like Alice… very prim, proper, and dressed in exactly the same uniform. The adult baby in her arms was crying into her shoulder, wearing nothing but a nappy, with her large boobs clearly on full display. “Oh dear… what happened?” Alice asked the other Nanny. “Oh Alice, thank god you’re here. We need another Nanny in there to keep watch. This little one was being a brat, so she got some knee-time, and now I’m going to go put her in her crib for an early bedtime.” The other Nanny replied. “Uh oh. Spoiling what little adult time you have… silly baby.” Alice replied, tutting and shaking her head in disappointment. “You go sort her out, I’ll keep an eye out in there. I was going to anyway, I need to keep an eye on these two little tykes.” “Oh yeah… you got her didn’t you?” Sarah and I looked at each other in confusion. She pointed at me, I pointed at her. And before we could delve deeper into what the Nanny was talking about, the Nanny said something else and rushed off down the corridor with the crying adult in her arms. “Come on then, in we go!” Alice said. As the doors opened… a large, multicolour playspace slowly revealed itself to us. This room… this one room was as big as the theatre hall where we had our introduction to the complex. But it was a lot more flat, with a huge waist-high plastic gate in multiple colours circling the whole room, leaving only a couple of feet around the outside between the playpen and the walls. A couple of doors in the back had baby changing facility signs, so that was clearly where they’d take us when… you know… that… happens. The walls looked like they were ripped from an actual daycare. Lots of childish prints and designs covered the four walls of this square room. Outside the enormous playpen was the same clinical flooring as the corridors, but the inside… that was covered in that cute foam mat stuff that interlock together and sometimes have cute patterns on them. And then as I looked into the playpen… I saw so many toys it would make any actual baby jealous. Large stuffed toys as big as a normal sized person, enormous soft blocks, jigsaws, dolls and their dollhouses, action figures… whatever you could want as a child was probably here, in a much more suitable size for an adult. There was even one of those plastic playhouses in the corner, and again, large enough to fit multiple adults. We pulled up alongside the edge of the playpen and Alice quickly unclipped us from the stroller, lifting us up into the air one at a time, placing us gently in the playpen, before pushing the stroller off to the side of the room, leaving us alone in the large, childish prison. Sarah looked at me, then looked into the centre of the room with a confused look on her face. That’s when my attention was drawn to a little pool of people sitting directly in the middle of the playpen, all huddled together, some holding each other's arms. All were wearing various colours and styles of baby clothing, and all of them looked just as padded as Sarah and I. “What…” I was about to ask what was going on, but something from behind distracted me. Alice appeared behind us, bending over the playpen fence and grabbing the dummy in Sarah’s mouth. Releasing it, she pulled it away and placed it in her pocket. “Right, be good you two. I’ll be over in the corner if you need me. Go have fun with your new friends!” She said, smiling down at us. And with that… Alice disappeared. Sarah took this opportunity to wave to me, signalling for me to follow her. However, the large nappies around our waists made it hard to stand, so we dropped to our knees and crawled over to the group in the middle of the room. “Umm… hi?” Sarah introduced herself to the group, nervously. There was a collective wave of ‘Hello’s and ‘Hi’s, but none of them turned to actually greet us. “What are you all…” Before I could turn to see what they were all looking at, I saw Sarah’s face drop. She looked mortified. So I quickly turned to see what she was looking at… and my heart sunk. A large screen on the wall outside of the playpen was playing a movie. But not just any movie, not just some dumb kiddy show or film… no, this is what they were talking about before. It was a movie showing… us. Not just Sarah and I, but also the other infantilised adults who sat next to us. Currently on screen was the blonde girl who was sitting next to Sarah. She was rolling about in one of those large baby bouncers, you know the ones… the ones that leant back and you’d lay a baby in. Similar to those baby car seats we arrived in. Sort of like a baby… hammock? I guess? But anyway, she was drooling, sucking on her hand… and grunting. I looked back at the blonde girl who looked just as mortified as Sarah did, and was currently hiding her face in another girl’s shoulder. “So this is…” I began to ask. “This is what we did when they brainwashed us.” A large-ish guy in a blue romper answered. “Have… have we been on it yet?” Sarah asked him. “You were in the background a couple of times. No focused moments though. Give it time. Oh… it’s nice to meet you by the way, I’m Brian.” He said, with a friendly face. “I’m Judy, this is Sarah. Nice to meet you too. So… do…?” I was quickly cut off by Brian, before I could ask him anything. “I’ll save you some time. No one knows anything here. We all got taken in various parts of the country, by various methods. We don’t remember anything about getting here, only that we woke up on the bus and now we’re being treated like babies.” “Oh…” “Sorry, didn’t want to sound harsh… just that… we’ve had this conversation with every pair that has come in. All whilst watching this fucked up video of us acting like fucking newborn babies. I think we’re still due a couple more pairs, but yeah…” “Don’t worry about it. I’d get annoyed answering it repeatedly. Thanks though.” I replied. “Don’t mention it.” “So… any…” Sarah was about to ask something before Brian cut her off. “Plans about escape? Yup, been through that too, and I can safely say… no. We’re all just normal people. We wouldn’t even know how to escape this prison. This well-guarded prison.” “Fair enough.” Sarah looked away, defeated. “So… umm… sorry, I don’t know what to talk about.” I said, shrugging my shoulders awkwardly. “Don’t worry about it. We’re all the same. Even my ‘nursery-mate’ and I don’t talk much. I mean… what is there to say when we’re all being forcefully regressed against our will?” Brian said, shrugging his. I felt a sudden tug on my arm. “I guess so. Umm… What about you before you got taken? Who were you?” I asked. “I worked in a bank. I’ve got a husband who is probably worried sick that I’ve just suddenly disappeared.” Brian said, as a tear formed in the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry…” I felt another tug. So this time, I looked to the source of the tug and saw it was Sarah, who was sitting next to me, but her eyes were transfixed on something to the side… whilst her face was completely mortified. Following her line of sight… I looked towards the large screen on the wall and my heart sank. It was me. On the screen. Snuggled up to Sarah, my face resting against hers in our crib, with a very full, wet nappy wrapped around my waist, my thumb in my mouth and my leg wrapped over her. It looked so… intimate. I looked back to Sarah sitting next to me and noticed her face was bright red, and she was squeezing my arm tighter than before. Turning back to the screen, I saw ‘regressed-me’ shuffle about a bit before removing my thumb from my mouth… and quickly planting a kiss on Sarah’s cheek. It then quickly cut to a classroom shot where we all lay in bouncers facing the front. The room looked like any preschool classroom, lots of colourful and educational posters, bright colourful chairs, soft flooring, even an old school blackboard. “You two… looked close.” Brian commented with a smile on his face. “I… umm…” Sarah looked at the floor “Yeah, I mean… we were regressed…” I added. “You sure about that?” Brian nodded towards Sarah’s hand… that was still wrapped around my arm. In response to this, she quickly let go and looked away. “So… what do we do now? Just watch ourselves on the screen?” I asked Brian, trying to dodge the question. “I mean, there are toys, though we’re all too proud to give in and play with them. I think we’re all hoping that if we retain even just a scrap of our adult selves, we can get through this relatively intact. Personally… I don’t see this ending well for any of us. These people who took us are well-funded, well-organised and sadistic. The only way we’ll get through this is if someone manages to escape and get help. If the cops aren’t on their payroll that is.” Brian talked with a lot of confidence and reason, especially for someone who just works in a bank. “You seem to know what you’re talking about, and like you’ve taken charge.” I commented. “I guess I have. Not through my choice though, we weren’t here much longer than you, maybe an hour at most, maybe two. Time is… hard to track here with no windows or natural light. But yes, when we first arrived after the week as newborns, people were panicking, especially when the screen turned on and showed us what had happened to us in the past week. I just… naturally took over.” “I’m glad they have you taking control, they look a lot calmer than I bet they feel.” “I don’t know how much I’m helping, but as long as we can keep it together… we may have a chance.” “I hope so.” Sarah chimed in. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me, albeit weakly. Like she was… nervous about looking at me? “Fuck this. I’m not going to sit here, watching myself regressed on the screen and descending into despair. If they want us to act like kids…” I said, climbing to my hands and knees and crawling off to an empty part of the playpen. “What are you…” Sarah quickly climbed to her hands and knees, following close behind. Crawling over to the blocks in the corner, I plopped my padded butt down and picked up a few bricks, stacking them up on top of each other. “Are you serious? You’re actually going to play?” Sarah looked at me, confused. “It’s better than watching that sadistic home movie. May as well keep ourselves occupied.” I responded. “I… guess…” Before she could finish that sentence, we heard something from the screen that drew our attention. “Awww, look! Little Sarah has gone poopies in her nappy just like her little girlfriend! I think she enjoys it just as much as Judy!” The voice of Alice rang through the play room as we looked to the screen to see me and Sarah lay on our backs in clearly messy nappies, holding on to each other’s hands. “Yeah I think blocks are a good idea…” Sarah said, sitting down with her face away from the screen and picking up blocks. We rotated around the toys for the remainder of the afternoon. And aside from maybe one or two others who joined in, most were still stuck in the middle of the playpen, refusing to give in. Sarah seemed to let go of her anxiety and fear a little as she played in the ballpit, played with the blocks, did some colouring in… it all provided a good distraction for her, thankfully. She even smiled a few times, which… made my insides feel funny. It wasn’t long after we went to go play with toys that another couple were brought in and Brian gave them the same introduction as we received, then about 20 minutes another couple joined… and then that was it. It looked to be the same amount of people as were on the bus, so no one was missing at least, except that one who earned a timeout. They all stayed huddled together though, except for me, Sarah and two other girls who spent most of the time in the ballpit. We carried on for the rest of the afternoon, before Alice walked over to the edge of the playpen, cleared her throat and looked over us. “Little ones?” She said loudly, so we could all hear her. Sarah put down her pencils, the littles in the middle huddled together, and the two in the ballpit sat up and looked at our Nanny. “You’ve got another 30 minutes, then your Nannies will come to collect you. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow with your next stage, and you still need feeding.” “Feeding… but… wait… what have we been eating this past week? I don’t remember eating anything while we’ve been here.” Sarah asked. And as if by pure coincidence… or because they orchestrated it this way… a video of Brian came up on the screen. He was completely regressed, like we all were… but he was lying on his back, in his Nanny’s arms. His face was covered, nestled against his Nanny’s rather large breasts, and he was motionless, aside from a little movement of his head. “What… What’s Brian doing?” One of the ones in the centre of the room asked. “Oh god… he’s nursing! Look! Her top is down! Is that what they’ve been feeding us all week? FUCKING BREAST MILK?” Another yelled out, causing a bit of a panic. They all started spreading out in fear, as they quickly realised just what they had been feeding from all week, and what they probably intended to feed us with tonight. I turned to Sarah, who looked like she had completely shut down. Her face was frozen, completely in shock. “Sarah… you okay?” I asked. “I… that… is that… how we fed this past week?” She asked, mortified. “I… think so.” “And we are expected to…” “Probably tonight. And the next week… babies still nurse…” “Oh god…” “Look, it’s just milk, right?” I said, trying to rationalise this… and prevent Sarah from going into a full-blown panic. “But it… it’s Alice’s…” “I know, it’s disgusting and weird… but maybe it doesn’t taste so bad? I mean, babies like it! So there must be something good about it…” “You’re accepting this awfully easily…” She commented. “Believe me, I’m not. I just don’t want you to panic or worry.” “But… why?” She asked me. “Because we’re sticking together, right?” I said, reaching out and grabbing her hand, squeezing it. “I… yeah… I guess… thanks…” She blushed, finding it hard to make eye contact with me as she gave me her cutest smile. ========================================================= 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. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

You can extend and transform leftovers with a little creativity. I often make a hash with leftover diced ham (or whatever you have on hand), diced onions, and leftover potatoes (The dehydrated ones from Costco work in a pinch too.) Fry the ham and onions until softened, add the potatoes and cook until browned. Season however you like. Push everything to one side and scramble in one or two eggs. It makes several servings and is very satisfying.

Hi Diaperboy. It's great to hear from you. Welcome.

I don't test. I find the idea to be counter productive. Kind of the 'The Game" if you think about it you lose (haha you lost) the idea is to not have it in your thoughts at all, to not be part of the decision making process. Testing keeps it in your mind which no matter what if you are thinking about it there becomes a choice.

Funny you say that. All of my “testing” is during the daytime. I’ve tried testing at night but it’s a very unenjoyable experience. I too sleep like junk when I’m not diapered for the same reason. Besides, even if I did manage to wake up with a full bladder, I’m too sluggish to get out of bed before I have an accident. I guess I value a good night’s sleep more than incontinence.

@mick_dl I fully agree with you! part of the deal is people have to realize, That Like you said, incontinence is a problem, and the protection is the solution you have decided to use. There are people who are vehemently opposed to using protection, because they think it's disgusting or they think it's bad or they think diapers are awful, but what people have to understand is if you were incontinent, you choose the way you want to handle the problem. You make that decision on your own, and that is your decision and nobody else is. Going to say some of the things that they're gonna say, and they might not think that the solution is a good solution, but what happens is these people are on the outside looking in, not on the inside looking out, trying to deal with it on a daily basis. Most people that I know of because of my incontinence and my disability understand what's going on. How I use a wheelchair, they know I've used a Walker or crutches, and they know of my medical condition. It's normal for me, because that's part of what my life is, and when I decided to finally deal with problems that were coming up because of incontinence diverticulitis and I BS, as well as having accidents, diapers were the way to go. They also help me with stress and they help me because that way I can sleep and be able to function at a higher level 'cause I'm not constantly worried about going to the bathroom in the bathroom, or constantly worrying about whether I'm going to release. I am going to release so that's an accepted thing, I'm going to use diapers and that's accepted. The key is if you have friends that are real good friends and they understand the true reason, then it makes it easier, because the friends that you have that are really close understand your need or your want to use diapers and they also understand that it's no big deal, and it's nothing to worry about. I remember a few times when people used to say " Nothing to see here move on" and that is what is cool because those type of friends know of it and it's no big deal to them, and nothing changes, because they know of your character and everything else so that isn't a problem. As I say diapers aren't the problem, it's the people that think there's a bad stigma associated with wearing diapers and using them. I understand that some people may be turned off by it, but I keep saying and I'll say it again I would rather have a wet diaper than have a wet pair of pants shirt socks a chair or whatever I'm sitting on, or sitting in. It's a lot easier to change a diaper than it is to launder a whole bunch of underwear that you make a mess in, and that was part of my problem, I couldn't be sure that I would be able to have peace of mind, and it's good for me to do it this way. I have decided to wear diapers 24/7 because it helps me. I didn't decide to wear diapers because I wanted to have people question why I'm wearing diapers, I'm wearing diapers because it helps me. Finally came to a realization in 2020 that a part of me was missing, and now I can put it back together, I can feel like I am legitimized and I know that I feel that that part of me, which I tried to fight off for many years is still there, and the only way to handle the situation is to wear diapers. Brian

Hi Diaperboy, welcome in this community 😊 Nice to have you here, I'm new too 👋 Surely you will met a lot of likeminded friends here 😄

Part 17 A Date? Tina went back in the nursery and sat back on the floor near Tracy’s head. She softly caressed her face, carefully moving any stray hair back away from her face and relaxed. Tina had no idea how it was going to go from here. She wasn’t certain how Tracy was going to react when she woke up, but Tina figured it was better to pay her more attention, apparently she likes it. Even though this has been the craziest week of her life somehow she enjoyed the job, So she sat patiently above her as she slept. Tina eventually worked her legs to Indian style, and started studying the outfit she recently dressed her in. Her face looked far more childlike, clean of makeup and relaxed, while she slept. She wasn’t sucking on the pacifier but her lips held it in position. The onesie fit snuggly around her breast and shoulders and wrapped the cutest way around her diaper. She could see the colorful leg gathers peeking out beneath the snapped crotch. The outfit fit her perfectly. Tina thought she looked adorable. Tina’s mind wondered and she eased her phone out of her pocket. Again softly spoke “google search adult baby,” then scrolled through the different outfits, cute dresses, colorful rompers, and pink onesie’s with I ❤️MOMMY prints. She couldn’t resist imagined Tracy wearing them. Sue and Mikey headed home, Mikey had fallen asleep during the ride and so Sue had carried him to the bottom of the stairs, with his legs wrapped around her waist while his heavy head lay on her shoulder. She awoke him enough for her to help him, as he groggily walked up the steps, putting both feet on each step. She could hear Jason rumbling around in the nursery so after a quick hello and a tap on the door, she went in her bedroom to change Mikey and put him in for a late morning nap. She laid him down on the floor and changed his diaper as she thought about her new nursery was almost complete. Sue pictured in her mind the crib, how wonderful it will be. Then thought about having a rocking chair or glider to sit and feed her baby, before snuggling him into bed. Sue and Mikey were soon in their familiar spot, cuddled against the head board in bed together, Sue realized ‘This might be the last time their bed was theirs, from here on in it will be only her bed’ the years of sharing this bed, how different their relationship had been just a few weeks earlier almost if it was a dream or different people all together, she questioned for a moment if that was even her, it all seemed so distant. He rooted against her breast half asleep and then finally finding her nipple sucking deep into the roof of his mouth. She sighed contentedly as he relieved her swollen breast, as he loosely held her other breast. Sue liked his little ’make stickies’ display so again she rubbed her way down his body and caressed the front of his clean diaper, he responded by firmly pressing his hips against her as she felt vibration through her breast as he quietly moaned, a few seconds later she felt him quiver and couldn’t help smiling as his body relaxed. She laid there and thought about the hypnotist Tim. What had he changed in her. How she felt finding the dildo in her mouth, did she enjoy it? She couldn’t remember ever liking something like this before. What could she do? How to confront him? Finally decided she would have to do it in person. After her breasts were empty she snuck out of her bed. Then typed him a email. Hello Tim I am so pleased on how things are going with Mikey, I would love to thank you by making you dinner. Let me know when you are free and I will accommodate. Thanks again so much Sue She wasn’t certain how he would respond. She thought about the picture of him in the yearbook he looked scrawny and awkward, she didn’t really remember him, he looked familiar, but didn’t think she ever even had any conversation. She wondered if she should intimidate or try to seduce him. She tried to think about what to say, She really had no way of knowing what he was like personally, so far any communication was straightforward. She figured ‘I’ll have to see how it goes.’ Jason was just finishing setting up Mikey’s new crib as Sue came in still a little distracted. “Oh my god, Jason it’s wonderful it’s just what I wanted… Jason you’re so good at this!” “Ya I guess it came together pretty good. But that’s enough with the complements” The crib was basically a twin size bed and Jason installed white hand rail and balusters around the back and sides and on each corner was a larger white column. He had constructed the front so it could raise or lower, with a foot pedal pulley system, mounted near the floor. The railing was about 3 feet higher than the bed itself and when lowered the top of the front rail was flush with the mattress. Leaving the top of the mattress almost 3 feet off the floor, and when raised it was 6 feet high. Anyone who saw it would think it was a larger scale infant’s crib and would not be easy to escape. Sue just couldn’t believe how perfect it was. “Jason this is just wonderful, do you think you could build one for the daycare?” “I guess… thinking about the daycare how was Tracy” Jason couldn’t help a slight smile. “I didn’t see her she was with Tina…I don’t know what happened but Tina said it wasn’t a good time to see her… more or less” Jason just lifted his eyebrows as he was finally stuck for words. “I would guess they’re working things out” Sue said awkwardly as she could see concern in his face. “Well hopefully they kept it civil” Jason said trying to relax. “I was kinda worried,…Tina does have a assault charge… and so far I wouldn’t say they have gotten along all that well, and Tina did say something about…” Sue stopped talking as Jason began looking very concerned. Jason pushed his hair away from his forehead as he thought about the giant woman. “You got me really worried now, that girl could rip Tracy to shreds. I thought you said “she was super cool” holding both of his hands up curling his fingers. “I… she is cool I think” He quickly picked up his tools and started heading for the door. Sue looked worried but responded “I am sure everything is fine” as Jason thumped down the stairs. Just as he left Sue’s phone chimed a email. Hi Sue Ya that would be great, how about 8 tomorrow night? Thanks Tim Sue thought for a second ‘Friday night at 8… does he think this is a date?’ But she responded quickly. That will work, I’ll see you then. Sue leaning against the changing table thought about the situation she was in. She still had no idea how to convince this hypnotist to remove any unwanted desires, even if she was able to convince him, how would she be able to trust him. Sue admired her new crib again, and sliding her hand across the smooth painted wood, just above her head, remembering how excited she was to have a baby, and even though it was slightly larger, it was still how she had pictured it in her mind, she carefully operated the foot pedal and was pleasantly surprised by how easily it slid. Again praising Jason “He is a wonderful craftsman” While lost in thought her phone rang, it was Rick her boss, anxiety rolled up her spine as she answered his call. “Hello this Sue”… “Yes sir I know, I ju”… “Yes sir I do want to keep”…. “No sir I haven’t met the president of the company “Yes sir I will definitely be there before 9 am Monday”… “Yes sir Monday morning at 8 in your office”… “I’m certain sir… things will definitely be straightened out by then” Sue pushed end on her phone, taking a deep breath, ‘I’m sure meeting the president of the company is not a good thing,’ It dawned on her that she had never met him before, ‘definitely not a good thing’ During Mikey’s nap Sue wrapped the mattress in a water proof cover. Then made her new crib with blankets and sheets, hoping to find a fix to her problems. Apparently breast milk, vodka, triple-sec and lemon juice doesn’t mix well, and that was all in Tracy’s digestive system. She woke up suddenly with extreme cramps. Finding Tina softly caressing her face was definitely a surprise. She tried to speak but couldn’t find words, then feeling the bulb stuck in her mouth, but the thoughts didn’t stay long as another cramp came. Tracy bit the binky and pulled her hands to her stomach as she rolled away from Tina, pulling her knees in. Tina was quick to react and scooped up the woman. She continued to caress as she softly spoke. “Sweetie are you okay? Does your tummy hurt?” Tracy only nodded her head. Tina pulled her onto her knees as she stepped back and sat on the couch. Tracy moaned in pain, as Tina stared rubbing her belly. “Everything is fine baby girl, relax sweetheart” Tracy started searching her body with her hands as she opened her eyes seeing her outfit. Clenching her teeth finally saying. “What am I wearing?” Tina ignored her question and continued to soothe her. “Nina will take care of everything, you’re ok honey, just relax” Tracy worked her hands around her waist realizing, what she was wearing. The look of shock jumped into her eyes as another cramp simultaneously, ripped into her stomach. That’s all it took her weakened sphincter muscles relaxed and she involuntarily pushed,as gas and mess splattered into diaper. Moaning in pain and relief, she was forced to push again completely out of her control. The relief was very brief, realizing exactly what she had done. Her face fell red as she squeezed her eyes shut. Tina pulled her closer as she started rocking her knowing what happened. “It’s ok…get it all out…Nina will take care of it…everything is fine sweetheart” Tracy tried to comprehend what was happening, every seemed to be so sudden, as her mess spread across her raw bum, causing a burning sensation, her nose finding her smell, all of it was too overwhelming. Nawling on the bulb in her mouth trying hard not to cry. ‘How could I let this?….’ Is all she could think The only comfort she felt was Tina. She could feel her firm embrace, while she continued to gently rock her body, hearing her nurturing words. Tracy pushed her face against her warm breasts hoping to find more relief. She wrapped her arms around herself, gripping her shoulders. ‘How could I let myself…what did I do?’ Repeating in her mind. Tina could see the embarrassment and anxiety on her face, she pushed her lips against her forehead, whispering “relax baby, I’ll take care of everything…it’s not your fault… it’s all ok” Tracy tried to slow her breathing, and loosen her muscles, the cramping was gone, but it was replaced with pressure in her bladder. She tried to pull her knees together, the thick diaper holding them apart. She squirmed against the pressure. Mess stinging as it spread further. The smell finding her nose. She searched for answers, but desired comfort. She could hear the repeated whispers. “Relax baby… It’s not your fault…Nina’s here… I’ll take care of everything” She wanted comfort she needed relief from it all, finally relaxing, she didn’t want any more fight, finally answering the question in her head saying out loud “I pooped… how could I…” as tears started down her face. Finally relaxing her jaw pulling the bulb to the roof of her mouth. “I know sweetie, everything’s fine…it’s not a big deal… Nina will make it better,… it’s just a little accident” Tracy felt her bladder release as she could only relax. The warm liquid spread as her thick diaper wicked, the warmth spread between her legs. Tina continued to rocking and carried her to the pad laying on the floor, she could feel Tracy grip against her as she lay her on her back. Tracy craved the embrace, even reaching for Tina, as she moved down beside her. She felt the mess, against her bruised bum and winced pushing her pelvis up away from the padding. “I know it’s uncomfortable sweetheart… Nina will make it all better… you’ll be all better soon” Tina retrieved the diaper bag and knelt down beside her, patiently unsnapped the onesie. Tracy pulled her hands to her face, completely unable and unwilling to stop her somehow she needed her safety. The first time Tina diapered her she didn’t pay attention, almost robotic, the situation was different, but this time she couldn’t help feel connected, Tina carefully ripped the tapes, then staged a new diaper and wipes, by her side. She worked her legs far apart then knelt in between them. She opened the used diaper towards her revealing the filth. Then carefully cleaned wipe after wipe her hairless mound and as far as she could in between her legs. She gently lifted her legs wiped her bruised and raw bum, feeling remorse, and sympathy for causing such a pain. Laying her back on the clean thick diaper. Before taping her diaper shut Tina added several puffs of baby powder smoothing it in. The smell overwhelmed the stench of the room, comforting the women’s numb noses. Tina snapped the onesie back shut and bent down kissed her belly. Cheerfully adding “All done sweetheart…as good as new” Tina got to her feet and reached down pulling Tracy’s hands away from her face, helping the woman to her feet, ending in a warm embrace. “Everything is fine now…you’re all better… you’re Nina’s good girl” somehow these words, the fresh scent, and a new diaper hugging her waist, made Tracy feel a little better, and a slight smile pulled her lips up behind the pacifier’s guard. Just then the door flung open, as Jason stubbled in with a hammer in his hand. Jason froze at the door, slightly out of breath, stunned at the women hugging in front of him. “Trace are you okay?” The women both turned and looked as the door slammed against the wall. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have..” Jason spitting words. Tina released and encouraged Tracy towards him, and smiled at Jason. Tracy still trying to understand anything at all, stuttered a bit, reaching back towards Tina as she looked at her husband. Jason dropped his hammer seeing his wife, he rushed to embrace her. “I’m so sorry… are you ok?…I never should have left you” Pulling her into his arms Tracy inhaled his familiar smell, her mind finally started working. As she rested her head. “I just want to go home” Jason looked at Tina as he sighed in relief. She smiled and nodded him towards the door. Jason mouthed the words “thank you” above Tracy’s head supporting his wife. Tracy turned, looked at Tina with an appreciative look, and lightly smiled, hugging against Jason as they left. Tina sat on her couch, and for a second she was glad things went the way they did. Knowing she had done the right thing, then sadness filled her, as she knew once again she was alone. The large woman, so confident and in control minutes ago, felt tears fill her eyes as she couldn’t help but cry. She had fixed all she could, and helped and protected. Put her heart out again, but only to be left…alone. Tina pulled herself up and cleaned up the mess, turned out the light and went home for the night. Sue looked at her crib, as she thought about any solutions, Was there any definite answers to her problems ahead. There was one problem she could solve as she heard Mikey awake and talked to his doggie. His crib needed stuff animal, pillows and maybe soft blankies. She thought ‘maybe Tina would like to go to the mall.’

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For me, a constant unconscious dribble is the ultimate form of incontinence - I love being almost unaware of when I'm peeing and utterly unable to control it. It means I absolutely need protection at all times (except in the shower). I've never liked feeling desperate or having any urge to pee so an uncontrollable flow is perfect; my nappy does all the work while I get on with other stuff and enjoy the feeling of steadily getting wet ...

Depends how Little I am in the head, my older Little selves try not to sit in it, but my younger selves.. I don't even notice the mess.. at least according to my former CG

I think my only wish would be to have a loving partner who genuinely loves having a partner that is a little. Stuff, so long as it is scientifically possible, can always be bought but an unconditionally loving partner can't be. Some might say I'm lucky to have my wish, which I do, but I don't consider it luck. I consider it the result of honesty and good two way adult communication. Are there other fantasy wishes, I guess, but they aren't even remotely close to my fulfilled wish which is my Daddy holding me lovingly in His arms with no hesitation, reservations or any feelings other than pure love 💗💗

I prefer to suck on my Daddy's thumb, then a pacifier and then my thumb. Sucking on Daddy's thumb is the most wonderful and intimate thing to me.

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BB’s Nursery and Day Care Chapter 12 Nanny Marge held Janice close and stroked her hair. She hoped seeing Tina would perk the sad little girl up. These were going to be hard times for Janice, and she could use a friend. She looked up as Tina and the poopie princess danced their way into the nursery. She loved the enthusiasm that Tina was putting into the dance. At least she was enjoying the dance, meanwhile the poopie princess was starting to show a decided lack of enthusiasm. Her grunts were weak, and her squatting movements were not very deep. She was going to give a scathing performance review when she was derailed by a happy scream from Tina. “Janice! I missed you.” shouted Tina. She forgot all about the poopie dance and ran for Janice. Janice, seeing Tina, felt her spirts lift. Her friend would always love her. Janice shouted “Tina! I missed you too.” They ran together and just melted into each other’s arms. They hugged each other for a long time. Both cried happy tears and gave each other lots of little kisses. Nanny Marge turned to the poopie princess and said “Ok, poopie princess, go ahead and fix dinner for both Tina and Janice. They can hang out in the playpen until you get back.” Happy to be doing something more normal the poopie princess said “Ok, Nanny Marge.” Nanny Marge waited until she almost left the room and said, “While everyone is eating you can do the poopie dance to keep us entertained!” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “You need to get Tammi Lee’s dinner, let me hold her for a while.” The Head Mistress told Nanny V. Nanny V slowly stood up. Her reluctance to give up her baby was written all over her face, but one did not say no to the Head Mistress. She held Tammi Lee while the Head Mistress settled into the rocking chair. Then she placed Tammi Lee into the Head Mistress’s waiting arms. The Head Mistress gave Tammi Lee a big squeeze. When Nanny Veronica turned to leave, she shot a hand out and grabbed her hand. When Nanny V looked back, she gave it a gentle squeeze and said “It’s ok Veronica. We will all carry on the best we can. I will be with Edna all night. She will not be alone.” Nanny V let slide another tear and leaned down a gave the Head Mistress a kiss on the cheek and a big hug and said “Please give Mrs. Nelson those from me and tell her we love her and miss her.” The Head Mistress reached up and brushed Nanny V’s tear away and with a voice full of emotion said, “I will dear.” Once Nanny V scurried off to get Tammi Lee’s dinner the Head Mistress turned her attention to Tammi Lee. “How are you holding up Tammi Lee?” she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she started the chair to rock and let out a sigh. It felt good to sit down for a while. Tammi Lee was not sure how to answer her. She figured that as sore as her tushie was she did not need another spanking for speaking in the nursery. So, she just snuggled in closer to the Head Mistress and enjoyed the strong arms holding her. She smiled at the good behavior and said “It is ok to talk to me Tammi Lee, just be respectful. I just dumped a huge emotional load on you. As a matter of fact, I think I will arrange a special treat for you tonight for bath time.” Maybe she and Marge could get a copy of the video later, after all the emotional drama was complete. Tentatively Tammi Lee said, “Is my dad really here, right now?” “Yes, just a few door downs in Nursery #1. He and Tina are about to have the same dinner you are.” the Head Mistress answered. “And he is acting like a little girl? Like he is having a mental breakdown or something?” Tammi Lee asked. “It’s much more complicated than that. You can judge for yourself later tonight. Keep in mind that he is not acting. Janice is at the core of your dad. It would be more accurate to say that Janice is acting as your father. But that’s not not true either. Think of it more like a caterpillar and a butterfly. They do not look alike, they do not act the same, but they are the same insect. For Janice it is a temporary transition. Normally, she can move back and forth but chooses to be the butterfly because she wanted a life with your mom and a precious child. Both things that she could not do as a caterpillar.” She explained. It was not easy to explain but she kind of liked the butterfly analogy. Tammi Lee paused and swallowed before saying “Will Janice be my daddy again?” She was scared and worried. She thought her dad was perfect. The thought of losing him was almost too much to bear. The Head Mistress weighed her word carefully before responding “There are three people that Janice can use as a support to her becoming James again. Right now, you are the only here. I pray to God that Edna will soon be able to help as well. You will need to be brave and be whatever your dad needs. It may be a little sister, or it may be his son.” If possible, Tammi lee’s voice got softer and whispered, “Is my mom coming back soon?” Her tears once more sliding down her cheeks. She felt like her family was gone. “She just had her whole life flipped upside down, sweetie. She just needs some time to think. I’m not sure when she will return but I think she will. She loves your father and I believe she will eventually come back and try to work things out.” the Head Mistress said. She very purposely did not get into the very real possibility that Janice would never be able to take up being James again without her. The Head Mistress pulled out the pink and white princess pacifier from the pocket of her dress and slipped into Tammi Lee’s mouth. “Everything will be ok baby, you have your Nanny’s here to take care of everything.” She rocked her baby girl and sang a soft little song while they waited for Nanny V to return with dinner. Between the rocking of the chair, the soft song, the binky and the warm embrace Tammi Lee felt better and not quite so broken. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tammi Lee sat in her highchair and finished her dessert. She was sure everything was tasty, but she couldn’t have told anyone what it was. She held still as Nanny V washed her face and hands. A moment later and the tray was removed, and Nanny V helped her to the floor. She crawled over to her playpen and scooped up Astrid. Nanny V could see how nervous Tammi Lee was. She grabbed Tammi Lee’s untouched bottle of water and went into the playpen and sat down next to her. She pulled Tammi Lee into her lap and laid her back and held the bottles nipple to her lips. She could feel Tammi Lee tense for a moment and then give in. She took the nipple and began to drink her water. Her Nanny was perfect she thought. She knew exactly how to calm her racing heart. Even if it was not the exact way, Tammi Lee wished her father to see her. It was not like her father was going to come in here in his work clothes. He knew the truth of what was going to happen to her, her being made to play baby, at BB’s and Tammi Lee didn’t see the need to be shy about it. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Head Mistress led Janice out of nursery #1. She left Tina and the Poopie Princess behind. She wanted to give Janice and Tammi Lee a few minutes before the whirlwind that was her daughter interrupted them. She paused in front of the door and used both hands to hold Janice’s cheeks. She said, “You know who is in there waiting for you?” She asked the question to judge where Janice was at. She seemed to be fluctuating between 3 and 5 right now. Both were ok and better than slipping in to an infant state. Janice said, “It’s Tommy pretending to be Tammi Lee my little sister.” She was fine with pretending. She was looking forward to playing with Tammi Lee. She needed to make sure she was still Tommy, and that Tommy didn’t hate her too like his mommy did. She was not feeling very stable, and she desperately needed Tommy to accept her. Auntie Rose opened the door to nursery #4 and led her niece into the room. Tammi Lee was relaxing in Nanny V’s strong arms. Her empty bottle on the floor next to her. At first, she wondered who the little girl was that the Head Mistress was holding hands with. She was wearing a cute red dress. Then it hit her. It was all true, that was her dad standing there, her free hand unconsciously holding onto the hem of her dress. All nursery rules and protocols went out the window. Tammi Lee did not even consider them. She climbed to her feet, jumped the playpen wall and threw herself at her dad. Janice was slightly shocked at all the rule breaking. She was a very good girl by nature. The feeling of her Tommy hugging her was an enormous relief though. She could feel her James coat swirl around her. This tiny bit of control was the most she had had since April hurt her. She grasped enough of it to say “Tommy, I love you so much” in James’s deeper voice. Tammi Lee looked up into her father’s eyes and said “I love you too dad. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere.” She could see an inner struggle taking place within her dad. She softly added “It’s ok dad. You can be Janice. I would like to meet her.” James gave his son one last hug as the small pieces of the coat started to slip away and soon only Janice would remain. Her higher pitched girlish voice was returning even as she said “I would like that. It would be easier for me if we could be Janice and Tammi Lee for a while. I don’t feel like a grownup right now. Can you pretend with me? But only pretend. I don’t want you to be stuck as Tammi Lee forever.” Tammi Lee nodded her head said, “I kind a like pretending to be Tammi Lee.” She smiled and then gave her dad one last kiss on the cheek before plopping herself back down on her butt. The Head Mistress wiped a tear from her cheek. This was so much better than she had hoped for. She snatched Tina to her breast before the child could sneak past her. She needed a hug and to hug. Despite Tina’s obvious excitement about playing, she leaned into her Mommy and happily let herself be loved. She let go of Tina and said “Girls! We need to follow Tammi Lee’s nursery rules while playing here. That means no walking. Tammi Lee you may talk as long as it is age appropriate. You girls can play until bath time.” She held in a giggle as she watched Tina and Janice drop to their knees and crawl after Tammi Lee and into the play pen. The Head Mistress waved Nanny V over and said “When bath time comes Nanny Marge will take Janice and Tina back to Nursery #1 for bath and bedtime. I’m going to the hospital later tonight to be with Edna so Tina will spend the night here.” With a wicked grin she whispered “After the girls leave you and Tammi Lee can share some tub time together. I’m sure you could find something to do together in a hot tub full of sudsy water. Hmm?” Nanny V flushed red. She was almost as embarrassed as when everyone was watching her tell Tammi Lee to cum for her. “Ha,Ha, you turn so pink when your embarrassed.” She said with a laugh. She continued with “You may let your fingers do the walking, so to speak, but you know where the line is. Don’t cross it. Have fun. Today was hard on both of you.” “Thank you, Head Mistress!” Nanny V said with a naughty smile of her own. She wanted nothing more than to kick everyone out and start bath time, but she would wait. Tammi Lee watched Janice and Tina play. They were not pretending to play. They used their imaginations and put their heart into every doll voice and every pretend animal. She found herself swept along with all the antics and games. Janice and Tina went out of their way to include Tammi Lee as much as possible. She was both surprised and exhausted when the Head Mistress announced that play time was over, and it was bath time for all dirty little girls. This proclamation was met with some excitement as bath time was more play time for Tina and Janice. She was kissed and hugged by Tina first and then Janice who wished her pleasant dreams and told Tammi Lee that she loved her. Suddenly it was just Nanny V and Tammi Lee left in the nursery. Nanny V went into the playpen and checked Tammi Lee’s diaper absently. Still dry. She let her fingers linger as she felt her little clitty grow. The hardening lump in Tammi Lee’s diaper and the crinkle noise that came from each gentle squeeze and pat was causing Nanny V to start breathing faster. She smiled and said “I’m going to get your bath going sweetie, you should go peepee. Let’s not waste that cute diaper.” Tammi Lee paused for a minute, letting the absurdity of her current circumstances wash over her. She was on her hands and knees wearing baby clothes, very girly baby clothes, asked to fill her diaper with peepee and then get bathed. She was also very worried about her parents. Then a waft of Nanny V’s perfume hit her nose and she threw all those thoughts aside. She was waiting for her. Tammi Lee let her bladder go and felt the padding around her crotch expand and warm. Not an uncomfortable feeling. When she finished, she crawled her way to the bathroom. Nanny V filled the tub with hot but not too hot water. She added some bath oils and bubble bath. She didn’t even notice that Tammi Lee had crawled into the bathroom until she felt a bump against her leg. She reached down and stroked her hair. She pointed to the changing mat already laid out on the floor and said, “Go ahead and lay down baby and I will get you ready for your bath.” She reached over and shut the water off and knelt to remove Tammi Lee’s clothes. Each piece of clothes was paired with tickles and gentle touches of her finger across the newly exposed skin. She loved making her little girl wiggle and squirm with each touch. When she had Tammi Lee in just her diaper she smiled at the sight. She knelt and slowly ripped open the tapes and peeled her out of the warm wet diaper. She rolled it up and tossed it into the diaper pail. Never really taking her eyes off her girl. Tammi Lee climbed into the tub full of hot sudsy water. She gave a slight wince as she settled on to her aching butt cheeks. She played with the pile of bubbles while she waited for Nanny V to start washing her. She finally realized something was different when she heard Nanny V’s shoes hit the floor. Nanny V was standing there in just her nursing bra and panties. Her dress was pooled around her feet. Tammi Lee stared at her. She was so beautiful. Her breath caught in her throat. She could feel her heartbeat speed up and a flush of heat ran through her. Nanny V reached behind her back and let her bra fall to the floor. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and began to slide them down across her hips. She looked at Tammi Lee’s face and the naked desire that showed there took her breath away. She was not a virgin, she had a fling or two since high school. But no one had looked at her this way. Looked at her like she was the center of their universe. She watched as Tammi Lee’s eyes followed the panties as they fell to the floor. Watched as her eyes lifted and then focused on her kitty. Then her eyes flicked up and met hers before being drawn back once more. Tammi Lee stared at Nanny V’s nearly hairless pussy. She had never seen one before that was real. Just on Pornhub. It was hard to look away. She glanced up at Nanny V’s face but was drawn back to the perfect line of hair that was all that there was of Nanny V’s pubic hair. It was less than an inch wide and maybe three inches long. She reached her hand up wanting to touch it, to stroke that little patch of fur. She caught herself with her hand half raised and realized what she had almost done. She dropped her arm. She wanted Tammi Lee to touch her, to feel those warm fingers slide across her skin. When she dropped her arm, she quickly reached out and caught her hand. She slowly pulled it closer until the barest tips of her fingers were brushing her pubic hair. Tammi Lee’s fingers trembled as the tips barely caressed the soft down of her Nanny’s pubic hair. She stroked it lovingly. The skin was warm, almost hot to her touch. She could feel Nanny V trembling almost as much as she was. As she slid her fingers down, she could feel her open up. Tammi Lee’s fingers suddenly slippery and wet. She heard a soft moan from Nanny V and figured she must be doing something right. She slid her finger up and down. She wanted to do more. Touch more but found herself waiting for permission. No, not quite permission but direction. She wanted to be told what to do next. Nanny V moaned as the fingers slid across her opening, running across her clit. She could have cum from the gentle caresses but wanted more. She caught the wandering fingers and held Tammi Lee’s hand. She slipped into the tub behind Tammi Lee and pulled her into her embrace. She grabbed a sponge and gently washed Tammi Lee. Running the soapy sponge across her chest and arms. Pausing now and then to lean down and plant kisses on her neck or nibble on her ear lobe. She whispered “My sweet baby girl, Nanny loves you so much. You belong to me sweetie, now and forever.” More kisses and strategic sponge rubbing. She whispered, “Do you love your Nanny?” Tammi Lee was awash in pleasure and lust. She did not hesitate and whispered back “Yes, Nanny.” Nanny V smiled and stroked her sponge lower across Tammi Lee’s groin. Her sponge making sure that Tammi Lee’s clitty was clean, very, very clean. She stroked the sponge encased clitty and enjoyed the wiggling. Tammi lee was pressed back hard against her and the sliding friction between the sexy little butt and her very excited kitty was causing her to breathe a little faster as well. Tammi Lee was close and her creamies were ready to explode when the sponge stopped. Strong arms spun her around and pulled her onto Nanny’s lap. She looked up into her Nanny’s eyes and smiled a shy little smile. She was putty in the hands of her Nanny and loved it. Nanny’s head lowered and Tammi Lee was kissed. It was not a gentle kiss for a baby. It was a hungry kiss from a woman. It was hot and filled with tongue. She opened her mouth and let Nanny V in. She was thoroughly kissed and then kissed again. The last kiss was soft and sweet but no less intense. As Nanny pulled back from the last kiss, she tugged a little at Tammi Lee’s lower lip with her teeth. Their eyes locked once more. Nanny V shifted a little, then she maneuvered Tammi Lee a little. Once Tammi Lee was in position, she pulled Tammi Lee’s head into her chest and cooed “Time for your special milk my sweet baby girl. Nanny has a plenty for a good thirsty baby.” Tammi Lee wasted no time in taking the engorged milk dripping nipple into her mouth. She quickly established her suckling rhythm and filled her mouth with swallow after swallow of the greatest drink she could have hoped for. As she drank, she idly caressed Nanny V’s other breast. Enjoying the heavy weight, the warm skin and the slowly leaking nipple. Every time her Nanny moaned Tammi Lee’s clitty throbbed and twitched. Nanny V felt her self-control slipping as she moved Tammi Lee to her other nipple. She wanted her breasts almost empty before she let her fingers play with Tammi Lee’s clitty. Screw it! If she had to pump before bed, then so be it. She had one arm holding Tammi Lee close to her and that hand was gently stroking Tammi Lee’s smooth skin along her back. The other hand though was free, and she used it to move Tammi’s hand between her legs. She held it tightly there and whispered with a passion filled voice “Play with Nanny’s Kitty, baby. Show Nanny how much you want her.” Then she released it and wrapped her fingers around the hard clitty poking out between Tammi Lee’s thighs. Tammi Lee was experiencing sensory overload. She had a mouthful of nipple and milk. She was in a warm tub naked, with whom she was pretty sure was the most beautiful woman on the planet, who was also naked. Her fingers were exploring a woman’s pussy for the first time in her life. Last but not least there was a sensuous hand slowly stroking her clitty. Things were building up inside her. She could feel an explosion coming. She swallowed her milk and listened to Nanny’s voice and body to help her figure out what she was doing with her fingers. She stroked and inserted a finger. Judging by the intake of breath and the small cry that seemed to be a good thing. Nanny V gave a little cry when Tammi Lee slipped a finger into her. Yes. This is what she wanted. She briefly considered throwing caution to the wind and having Tammi Lee fuck her. She wanted her inside her so much. However, there were worse things than being the “Poopie Princess” and she was not ready to pay that price. Such thoughts disappeared when Tammi ran her thumb over her clit and her hips bucked involuntarily and she moaned out “Oh, yes! Do that again baby…..That’s it……oh god, yes!” Tammi Lee smiled around the nipple in her mouth. Unaware of the pleasure she had previously delivered her Nanny. This was special. She was directly causing her Nanny to writhe and cry out. Giving her pleasure seemed to be even better than getting pleasure. Until Nanny’s fingers tightened their grip on her hard clitty. The fingers suddenly stroking faster and faster. Tammi Lee let out her own moans as she was pulled towards her orgasm. Nanny V came hard against the fingers working her. Her pleasure peaking in waves that forced her thighs to clamp on Tammi Lees fingers. She let loose a torrent of “Oh God! Oh god! Yes…Yes…” as she shuddered in joy. Her fingers never stopping the stroking of Tammi Lee’s clitty. She pulled Tammi Lee’s head from her breast and looked her eye and mouthed silently “cum for mommy, cum for mommy”. Tammi Lee did not need to hear the words, they were already burnt into her mind from yesterday. She saw the lips move and provided her own soundtrack “cum for mommy”. So, she did. Her clitty shooting shot after shot of creamies into the bath water. Once the caught their breath again Nanny V drained the tub and refilled it with more hot soapy water. She held her baby and they just relaxed. She stroked her hair, and they just enjoyed each other’s company. “Do you want to talk to me about your dad?” Nanny V asked. She was worried about Mrs. Nelson but there was nothing she could do about that. What she could do was be here for Tammi Lee. “We can talk a little here in the tub. If you want.” Tammi Lee thought about it. Did she want to talk more about it? Not really. What she really wanted was what she was getting right now. Some big strong arms to hold her and a sweet loving voice to tell him everything was going to be ok. “No talk Nanny, just hold me” she said her eye filling with tears. Nanny V held her baby girl and whispered loving heartfelt things until the water grew cold. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tina’s mother led her away after the two girls had bathed together. It had been a very long time since the two shared a tub, but they played together as if they did it every day. They had a large collection of rubber sea animals and they played “Sea World Adventures -Starring Tina and Janice”. While they played Tina’s mom washed their hair and clapped when called for during the various adventures. Janice was taken from the tub by Nanny Marge and laid onto the changing table. “Do you want big girl panties, a Princess Elsa nighttime pullup or a little mermaid diaper?” she asked Janice. Janice was feeling happy. She got to play in the tub and see Tina again. She asked, “Is Tina sleeping here tonight?” That made a big difference. She wanted to wear the same as Tina. Nanny Marge smiled knowing were this was going. “Yes sweetie. Tina is going to stay here with you for a few days. We put two cribs together and lowered the rails between them so you can sleep together.” She tickled Janice’s belly and said “Do you want to wear a nighttime diaper like Tina does? Which Princess nightgown do want to wear?” Janice smiled she was pretty sure that Tina still wore her diaper at night. Tina was scared of the dark and did not want to go find her pottie chair in the dark. “Diaper please Nanny” she said happily. She would probably be fine with her big girl panties, but she was having a sleepover after all. While Nanny Marge powdered her and tapped the diaper tightly closed, she pondered her nightie wear. She was always partial to snow white. She was just so pretty in the old cartoon. “Snow White Nanny! I want to be Snow White tonight.” Janice happily decreed. “Snow White it is my pretty girl” Nanny Marge said. She checked that she remembered to close the table strap before digging through the various nightgowns that were brought in earlier. She found it in the pile. She wanted to be surprised that there was a Snow White nightgown but she knew that the Head Mistress seldom missed a trick. She released the chest strap and had Janice sit up. “Hands up sweetie” she said. Once Janice lifted up her arms, she slipped the gown over her head. She helped Janice off the table and led her over to the rocking chair. She said, “Sit her Janice, I have another question for you.” Once she was seated, she said” Your Auntie was not sure how you would be doing tonight, and she was worried about you. Right now, Tina is having a baba with her mommy. You can have a baba too or if you’re feeling like you need more comfort, we have a Nanny that wants you to nurse from her.” Janice was starting to feel a little sad and the thought of a baba was very comforting, but the chance to nurse was even better. She wanted to nurse from Nanny Edna but knew that was not going to happen. “I would like to nurse Nanny Marge” she said shyly. Suddenly wishing that she was capable of nursing Janice she said “Ok sweety, stay in your chair and I will send in Nanny Becky. Although right now Nanny Becky is today’s Poopie Princess.” Janice giggled. The idea of one of the Nanny’s being the Poopie Princess was funny. It did not occur to her earlier that the poopie princess was also a Nanny. A few minutes later Nanny Marge led the Poopie Princess into the nursery. Janice clapped her hands and said “Poopie Dance, Poopie Dance!” Nanny Becky was feeling happy when she walked into the nursery. She was looking forward to having another baby to nurse. Even the expected call to dance did little to dampen her enthusiasm. She danced, squatted and pretended to poop. Janice’s girly giggles and hand claps were heartwarming as they were clearly well meant. When she finished, she went over and kissed the girl on the cheek and said “Do you like the poopy dance, sweetheart?” Janice smiled and laughing said “You dance good, Poopy Princess!” Nanny Becky smiled back and said, “Thank you!” Nanny Becky noticed that someone had brought in a nursing couch. She had never seen one here before. It must have been in storage. Janice was a bit bigger than Tammi Lee and she could not have held her in the rocking chair. She started to remove her dress. There was no way to free her breasts and keep the princess dress on. She was wearing a nursing bra and was quickly set up for the feeding. She turned to Janice and said, “Come here pumpkin, let Nanny Becky take care of you.” Janice got up from the rocking chair and slowly walked over to Nanny Becky. She briefly considered not breast feeding. If she had her James coat up and working, she would have said no as there was no way April would be ok with James sucking on some beautiful young women’s nipples. But as Janice she was not interested or moved by sex or nudity. She saw Nanny Becky’s breast as a source of comfort and milk. She really needed comfort. She laid herself across Nanny Becky’s lap and let herself be held. Nanny Becky popped the snap on her nursing bra and her nipple stiffened. She pulled Janice closer, and Janice happily took the nipple into her mouth. She felt Janice suck and pull. Her milk freely flowing from her heavy breast. She had needed to pump, and it felt wonderful to have the pressure released. She stroked Janice’s hair and said, “There’s my good girl, let Nanny take care of you.” This was so different than with Tammi Lee. That was about her needs and a sexual hunger that caused her to overreact. With Janice there was no real sexual edge. A little of course, because having your nipples sucked felt very good. This was so maternal that it overshadowed that. Nanny Becky could almost feel like she was nursing her own child. Janice was an average sized man, but she projected the perfect little girl that it was very easy to forget what she really was. Janice felt her suction broken with a finger in her mouth. She was half asleep and was suckling on autopilot. She awoke most of the way as she repositioned herself to continue nursing on the other breast. Once more she took the nipple into her mouth and let herself drift off to that happy halfway point between being awake and asleep. Nanny Becky could tell when Janice fell asleep. Her nursing slowed considerably but never stopped. Nanny let her gentle sucking continue until there was nothing left. Janice was too big to move on her own and too comfortable to wake up. Nanny Becky opened a little bag tied to the nursing couch and pulled out a pacifier. Its pristine white plastic mouth guard showed that it was brand new. She broke Janice’s suction and quickly slipped the pacifier into her still sucking mouth. She closed her bra snaps and decided that the couch was a perfect spot to rest her legs. She was tired. The poopie dance required a lot of squatting and she had danced many times today. She closed her eyes and held the girl close. Nanny Marge led Tina into the Nursery. Tina’s Mom had given her a baba and read her a story before heading to the hospital to be with Edna. She smiled at the two cuddled up on the couch. She took her phone out and took a picture and sent it to Mrs. Nelson. She knew that she was very worried about Janice. Beside her she could her Tina giggle at the sight. She said, “Let’s get you into bed honey, and then I will bring Janice.” “Ok Nanny” yawned Tina. She shuffled over to the double crib and climbed in and slid all the way in so there was room for Janice. Nanny Marge lifted Janice from Nanny Becky’s lap and carried her to the crib. Janice barely stirred and settled right back to sleep when Nanny said “Shhhush little one, go back to sleep. Your sweet dreams are waiting for you.” Nanny Marge slid Janice into the crib and raised the rail so nobody would fall out. She saw that Janice still had her binky and offered one to Tina who shook her head. She sometimes had nightmares and the pacifier in her mouth made them worse. Instead, she reached out and took Janice’s hand in hers and closed her eyes. Friends made sleeping better. Nanny Marge woke up a groggy Nanny Becky and helped her off the coach and on towards her room. She gave Nanny Becky a quick peck on the cheek and said “Goodnight, Poopie Princess. Go get some sleep.” Then she headed for her own bed thinking she needed to say a few prayers for Mrs. Nelson before going to sleep herself. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The car trip was long but uneventful for April. She arrived at her friend’s house just before midnight. It was a new house in a small subdivision on the outskirts of town. There was plenty of space in the driveway, so she pulled in and parked. Before she shut the car off the front door was open and she could see Julia standing there. Her relief that April made it there was evident on her face. April was surprised at how much that meant to her. She needed someone anyone that was on her side. Someone to lean on. Without James she felt that her life was stalled, and she did not know what to do next. Julia hurried down the steps and took April into her arms and gave her a big hug. She could tell that April was exhausted both mentally and physically. “I’m so glad you made it! Let me grab your bag and get you into the house.” Julia said. “Thank you so much for taking me in. I really need a friend right now.” April said. She took her overnight bag from the back seat and then let Julia take it from her. She locked the car and followed her friend into the house. “Anything for you April, you know that.” Julia Said. The she yelled out “Mark, April is here.” Mark came into the living room and gave April a quick hug, took her suitcase from her and said” I’m glad you made it here ok. We have the spare bedroom all set for you. You know you’re welcome to stay as long as you need to.” He disappeared back down the hall and put April’s suitcase in her room. He did a quick search and made sure that none of their playthings were left out. They liked to use the spare room for adult fun and games. Satisfied that everything was put away he headed to bed. He knew that the ladies would want to be alone. For the first half hour Julia just held April as she cried and sobbed in her arms. She spoke a little, but the words didn’t make much sense, mostly just sob filled rambling. Once the tears slowed and she blew her nose she shared the whole tale. Going to jail for talking was the least of her concerns. She started with Tommy’s accident and finally ended with walking away from the hospital. Julia listened to the story with wide eyes. To think a place like this could exist. She had known James in college. The four of them double dated all the time. She never would have suspected that there was a hidden side to James. But then nobody could really know all sides of a person. She finally asked, “What do you feel about James?” April looked at Julia and opened her mouth and then shut it. She was not sure exactly how to spit out the various feelings going through her head. “Just say the first thing that pops into your head” Julia said. April opened her mouth and said “He lied to me, all these years. He hid who he was from me.” Ah issue number one thought Julia. She said “Yes, he did. It was a massive cover up. But how was he supposed to tell you something like that?” April just shook her head and said “I don’t know but he damn well should have tried! I should not have found out by seeing a picture of him in his damn easter dress!” Julia looked into to April’s eyes and said, “I suppose you have told James all your secrets too?” April offhandedly said “I don’t keep secrets from James. I’ve told him everything about my past.” “Give me a second, I’ll be right back” Julia said as she got up from the couch. She went into her bedroom and got a small jewelry box from the back of the closet. She paused long enough to smile at her sleeping husband then returned to the couch. She sat by April and said again “All your secrets?” April paused a little and stated “Yes, all of them.” “Good. Then you told him about that time you and I got snowed in the extra day at the ski lodge in Big Bear?” Julia asked. She already knew the answer. The ski trip was a couple of weeks before they even started dating James and Mark. They both got drunk on a bottle of wine or three and fooled around. A first and last womanly exploration for each of them. It was a hell of night though. What she could remember anyways. April suddenly blushed a deep crimson color. “That was before we were married, and my past relationships are none of his business” she said hotly. “Oh, I agree but past secrets can sometimes come out.” Julia said. She opened the jewelry box and pried open the false bottom. “How would James have reacted if he would have accidentally come across these?” she said as she handed her several photographs. April looked at the photo and her hand shot to her mouth, and she gasped. They were photos of April and Julia having sex. The top photo was a picture of April smiling up at the camera from between Julia’s thighs. In the second one they switched positions. There were others. Between the two of them they managed to get some very explicit shots of each other. She had never seen these before. She vaguely remembered taking some pictures that night but most of it was a big sexy blur. “Where did you get these..How..oh my…Wow” she stuttered as she looked through them. “Imagine my surprise when I had an old roll of film developed that I found in a box marked college junk. I had the film developed quite some time ago but never found the right time to show them to you. We sure were hot back then!” Julia said with a great big grin. Her grin faded a bit and said “What about my question? How would James react if he stumbled across them?” April handed the photos back, squashing the part of her that wanted to ask for a set the pictures for herself. She sighed and said “I would have some explaining to do. I don’t think he would have got mad but there would be questions, lots of questions. But this is not quite the same thing.” April said. Julia shrugged and said, “For some men it would be a gut shot to think that their wife was cheating on them with another women.” “I get that, but I would just explain that it was from before….” April said as her voice trailed off. She looked up at Julia and “I see. I never let James explain anything. I just ignored everything and ran.” Julia pulled out an envelope from the box before putting the pictures away and replacing the false bottom. She handed the envelope to April and with a smirk said “Here’s your set of photos. Feel free to share them with James later after everything is worked out.” April eyed the sealed envelope and quietly slipped it into her purse for later consideration. Julia looked across at April and said, “Now what is the next thing that’s bothering you about James?” April was holding the most painful part back. April just blurted out “I married a fricking five year old girl pretending to be a man! I’m repulsed by the fact we slept together, disgusted with myself. I saw her. The little girl that is inside James. How can I have done these things to a little girl?” April said with a sob filled cry. Julia pulled April in close and hugged her some more. Finally, the true to core of the matter. “April, I think we need to sleep on this one. We are both very tired and I think this needs some careful thought.” She pulled April up from the couch and led her to the spare room. “I think you’re right Julia, I’m exhausted and I’m having a hard time thinking clearly”. April said as she entered her bedroom. “The bathroom is across the hall. But let me leave you with a parting thought. Forget about the old ladies and ask yourself this question. From all your years of experience with James, is he a man that can be a little girl or is he a little girl that can be a man?” Julia said with a wave and disappeared into her room at the end of the hall. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Edna was sleeping. They had given her something to help her sleep. She was too nervous to sleep otherwise. Rose on the other hand, was still awake. She was not ready to sleep. She would hold her friend’s hand. This may be the last time and she would not miss a minute of it. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ John Evans was sleeping. His dreams were filled with little girls’ dresses and painful beatings. No matter how many times he played with his dollies it was not good enough for his mistress. She would scream at him and hit him with the riding crop. He was suddenly awakened by his phone alarm. He moaned and rolled over. He was thankful for anything that woke him from those nightmares. A quick scramble and he recovered his cell phone from the floor where it had landed after vibrating off the table. He picked it up and studied the message. It looked like typical junk email. It wasn’t. He went into the small office and sat at his desk. It was a complicated code requiring a two-step process. Even then all it said was “Your two library books are in and need to be checked out between 11:15 and 12 tomorrow.” He could have screamed he was so happy. Both subjects were at BB’s. They planned to raid the place at midnight tomorrow and he needed to have them secured for transport. Cameras and security would go down at 11:15 pm and he would need to locate and subdue the two. First thing tomorrow he would move up his appointment time. Fortunately, he was already scheduled for Friday so bumping it up by a couple of days should not be a big issue. Weekdays were generally slow at BB’s. In less than 24 hours he would be done with little girls’ dresses and all the other crap he had to put up with. He crawled back into bed having never taken out the large pacifier from his mouth. He closed his eyes and pictured Nanny Katherine tied to a changing table. He had plans for her. What could he do to her in that 45 minute window? Many things he decided. She liked to use that belt in her Nursery. He would use that on her for a while and then strangle her with it. Perfect. The only thing left to decide was if he would fuck her before or after she was dead. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Suzy was still at the kitchen table. She was broken and barely able to think. She was supposed to call it in. She knew that the odds of getting her wife back were small. Making the call to the Agency would pretty much guarantee she would never be returned alive. She would take a small hope over no hope at all. She heard a small thump from the front door. It was a small noise, but the house was very quiet. She rose slowly and approached the door. She looked out and saw nothing on the porch. Shrugging she opened the door and looked around. The porch was truly empty. She went to close the door and then saw the envelope that had been stuck there. She ripped it down and then locked her door shut once more. She opened it up slowly not knowing what else they could have shown her. The envelope contained a small slip of paper. It simply said “Tomorrow”. (This is Chapter 12. I hope to have many parts as we follow Tommy’s summer of fun. Coming up John Evans joins the daycare group, Edna has surgery, the girls get to play in the pool and April gets more surprises. (CCApril@Proton.me)).

Immediately. I want to spread my mess everywhere it can go and bask in it until I choose to change.

@Babygeebee YUM! I've done that with some stuff that we've put together into like a western omelet or an eastern omelet and it taste real good. I love the omelet where you can just stick almost anything in them, because if their seasoned right you can put almost anything in there and they taste good! now you've made me hungry hugs Have a great day! Brian

I keep everything I can in stock in kitchen with a duplicate somewhere else in the house some of my cheap emergency favorites are Rice noodle and curry ,ramen , yakisoba ,Knorr pasta sides with a can of tuna , hot dogs with pushcart style onions and mustard, grilled cheese (I am a chili head with about 30 or 40 different hot sauces from mild jalapeños/ chipotle to ghost pepper/,reaper ) you can make a lot of different rice or noodle variations with carrots ,pepper , onions, celery , garlic ginger, mirin any aromatics you have laying around, tequila lime noodles , drunken noodles , I also have an entire storage bin devoted to dried beans , assorted rice,barley, lentils,Coude cous , just soak and cook , have a metric ton of dried fruit I can add from raisins,dates figs, pineapple, coconut , mango , kiwi, papaya . ( sweet and spicy anything works in my mouth ) dried mushroom collection even my “out of food” is pretty elaborate compared to most people . I also am a combat shopper using sales and fresh in season stuff so typically lost of vegetables around can always stir fry , I think more than out of food I suffer from un inspired to create something , I also collect shopper perks that I save and convert to grocery gift cards rainy day emergency fund currently have about $700 in rainy day funds that are just free groceries I have earned from normal monthly food shopping .

I have not conducted any tests, other than going maybe 30 minutes at a medical imaging office with nothing on under my gown, because that was required for the situation (an ultrasound of the wedding tackle). However, I know how it would go if I, say, tried to run to the store without a diaper on. I'd be fine for a half hour or 45 minutes, as long as I kept my eye on the ball and didn't forget that I had to hold it. Then, I would start to get uncomfortable, and would reach a point where it would be really, really wise to go to the bathroom. If I pushed past that, I'd be dancing on the wing of an airplane with no parachute. Maybe it would take me 2 hours to fail, maybe 3, who knows, but, I know this: once I started leaking, I would not be able to stop, and the prospect of THAT happening, either in my car, or in public, is terrifying. Because I'm married and I want to stay that way, I also have not conducted any acid tests regarding my overnight capabilities. The reality is that if I decided to go to bed without a diaper on, there is about an 80% chance that I'd be fine on any given night - I sometimes wet while sleeping, but intermittently and unpredictably. Drinking definitely increases the chances of this happening, however. But I'd sleep like crap, because I wouldn't trust myself. And, interestingly, history has shown that my subconscious mind can be a prankster - when I've been travelling with buddies and sharing hotel rooms, for example, or, sleeping in friends' or relatives' guest bedrooms - IE, places where I would really prefer NOT to wet overnight, because even the best diapers are not foolproof, that is precisely when I'm MORE likely to wet. I went to the UK last year with some good friends, and we shared hotel rooms, and I'd have to check my archives to be sure, but I believe I might have sleep-wet 4 or 5 nights out of 8. Although I would also refer anyone reading this to my earlier comment about alcohol. There was alcohol. Anyway, I'm content to just wear diapers all the time and enjoy doing that, regardless of whether I could go for short periods of time without them. The fact that I've rearranged my life, my wardrobe, and arguably my marriage, to be able to wear diapers all the time suggests to me that my "need" for them is legitimate, be it physiological or psychological. But I understand that there are people here for whom actual physical incontinence is the end-game, and my hat is off to them - that's not an easy road.

Well first and foremost, I’m aiming at urinary incontinence, including bedwetting. when I first started wearing diapers, I quickly realized that just wearing diapers wasn’t enough, I wanted to be dependent on them, hence why I’m seeking incontinence. I’m still far from reaching that goal, despite I have been in diapers for a decade. Some days I feel a need to pee very frequently during the day, with smaller amounts coming out, the bladder urges also differ, ranging from mild (normal desire to pee) to strong urges. I haven’t had a genuine accident yet, even when I’m struck with a strong urge. like you, I’m working actively towards an overactive bladder. I assume once accomplished, urge incontinence and bedwetting will follow suit. bedwetting is also a thing I’m actively pursuing, I do wake up several times during the night, and quickly a strong urge to pee hits me, sometimes it flows out almost instantly, while other times I have to actively push or move to get the flow started. However I quickly drift back to sleep afterwards, thankfully. in general I tend to think my subconscious mind is fighting me back on me freely letting go in my diaper, despite I’m well protected.

I hardly ever wake up dry.

Aww, that really sucks buddy.😔 I'm sorry you went through that.😟 Big hugs!🤗♥️

i dribble a lot after i use the big kid potty which is why i either always have a guard in my big kid undies or just wear goodnights. the best dribbling feeling is when it like half a real stream and comes out so effortlessly. in goodnights its the greatest feeling because i feel safe knowing i wont leak during those "accidents." when im in a real diaper i almost never feel this and can sometimes be shock with how wet i get without knowing!

No baby bottle for me! I drink out from a sippy cup like a big kid.

I have some dribbles, but I wish I could just get a way to have steady dribbles . So I can just change my diaper as I need, and not have a blasting of an over flowing diaper I am walking down the hall to get changed.. It would be much better to have dribble 24/7, because I can't stop the flood when it starts coming and my Wife is not understanding to any of it.... I have my days ...

Hi and welcome to DD!😃😁♥️😇😊 Sorry to hear that your mother wasn't the best to you, but I hope you find lots of friends here. And I'm glad that you love diapers as much as we do. That's what makes us a family around here. Cuz that's something we all have in common.😁♥️😇

I checked "I never had to wear diapers, wearing them has always been my choice, ergo, something I enjoy." It's the one thing I can say about this fetish by way of explanation.

Im not sure exactly how far along i was in my untraining. Maybe 9 or 10 months. It hasn't been too long ago. But it was the realization that i couldn't shut it off once i started wetting. Then the constant dribbles. Ahhhh, sweet success

it happens to me all the time, id like the opposite, but it wake up annoyingly dry

I MUCH prefer waking up dry than wet. Luckily waking up dry is the majority of the time. My Daddy prefers I'm wet as He lives diaper change time but each to their own.

Since my diaper is always a bit wet when I go to bed, that would mean someone broke into my house and changed my diaper all without waking me.

Happens to me all the time. I am an unreliable bedwetter. I sleep in a diaper every night, but sometimes I'll go days or even weeks without using it unconsciously. Not to say that means the diaper goes unused, it just means I woke up and wet it, rather than things happening by themselves. Drinking alcohol helps to precipitate "true" bedwetting events, but I can never now for sure if it's going to happen on any particular night or not. Waking up dry in itself does not bother me, but waking up in the middle of the night because I have to pee, knowing that I'm wearing a diaper, I find irritating. Just go ahead, already! How many times do we have to go over this? Leave me in dreamland!

The protagonist lives in a really nice house or apartment without any visible means of support....

I have both. I drip and dribble all the time but sometimes my bladder just completely empties without warning. I pee heavily in my sleep.

You can spank someone hundreds of times with a belt, paddle, riding crop, bat, leather strap, wooden spoon, your hand, or just about anything and the victim will end up with a painful red bottom, and the spanker might have a sore hand. There will be no bruising, bleeding, welts, blisters, need for medical treatment or anything beyond some diaper cream and a short recovery time. This can be a daily occurance.

“Morning,” I said, knocking on the door to what was now Jacob's room as I slowly opened the door. “Jeez dude, smells like shit in here,” I said instantly, smelling it upon entering. I started laughing as I watched him pull the covers up to hide his face. “Did ya sleep well?” I asked. “What's going on here?” Samantha said, pushing past me and through the door. “Pee yew!” She said, “Definitely didn’t expect that so soon!” He dropped the covers a little to reveal his brightly colored face. “Sorry…” “Hey, there's nothing to be sorry about,” Samantha said, sitting on the side of the bed and pulling the covers off of him. “24/7 means 24/7. Babies are supposed to fill their diapers after all.” I locked eyes with Jacob with a huge grin on my face. “Couldn’t even make it through the night, huh?” Samantha gave me a stink eye which only made me grin harder. “Alright, well let's get you boys some breakfast,” Samantha said, holding out her hand for Jacob to grab. “Are you…uh- Are you gonna change me?” He asked sheepishly. “Diaper changes are after breakfast each morning,” Samantha said, helping him out of bed before letting go of his hand and making her way to the kitchen. “So, things are moving fast,” I said mockingly. “Couldn’t hold it in?” Jacob blushed, “I usually have to go in the morning…I didn’t want to break any rules” “So how long have you been sitting in it?” I asked, trying to make him feel more embarrassed than he already was. Jacob hung his head. “A few hours,” He said quietly. “Whew, glad I’m not you. I would have at least waited till Mommy woke up”, I mocked. I watched as Jacob perked up as I referred to Samantha as ‘our’ Mommy. I figured I should probably talk to him one on one, just to make sure that everything was okay, but figured that was probably best during a time when Samantha was preoccupied. “I didn’t- never mind,” He started. “No, what?” I said, curious as to what was going through his head. “I didn’t want to have to go in front of both of you…” He said quietly, obviously embarrassed. “Right, because that would have been more humiliating then watching us have hot banging sex last night while you sucked on your pacifier?” I said lightheartedly. Jacob smiled back, knowing I was only teasing. We ate breakfast, all while smelling Jacob’s stinky butt which for some reason had Samantha in a better mood than usual. Maybe it was because Jacob was acclimating so well, but I’m pretty sure if I had woken her up with a stinky diaper, she wouldn’t be glowing the way she was now. “Devin, honey. Can you show your brother where the changing supplies are and bring them out here?” We both blushed a little at the thought of being brothers. “Yes, Mommy,” I said, hopping out of the chair and grabbing Jacobs hand to lead him towards our room. I opened my side of the closet, revealing the carefully packed bottom shelves full of diapers, and a top row of colorful shirts, onesies, rompers, and pjs. “So yea, feel free to pick one out. Powder and wipes are in this drawer, as well as the changing mat which Mommy usually wants for stinky diapers,” I said before looking back at Jacob who was red faced again. “Wow, this is all yours?” Jacob asked, slowly grabbing one of the diapers off the shelf as he looked at everything else on display. “Yup. Though I think the correct term is ours,” I said with a smile which he returned. Grabbing the supplies, we waddled back down the hallway into the living room where Samantha quickly joined us having cleaned up the table. “Right, you two” She started, grabbing the changing mat and laying it out on the floor. “Get you both changed, and then into the shower,” She said, patting the mat for one of us to lay down, which I quickly did to jump in front of Jacob. “Like…together?” Jacob asked hesitantly. “Yup. The two of you will be sharing all of your showers together” She said with a smirk, quickly going through the motions of pulling my diaper off of me before giving me a quick wipe down and removing my shirt. I jumped up off the ground, now completely naked as I hurried over to the bathroom to get the water warmed up as I watched Jacob hesitantly get down on the mat in my place. I hoped in the shower, hoping to get mostly clean before Jacob came in, but was cut short by Samantha’s quick work as I heard the door open and shut. I pulled the shower curtain back to see Jacob standing there completely naked as well and much cleaner than I expected. He was obviously building up the strength to get into the shower with me, and I must have caught him off guard by opening the shower curtain unexpectedly as he flinched a little. “Uh, I can finish up real quick if you want to shower on your own,” I said, trying not to push him too hard. I watched as he took a quick breath in before climbing into the shower with me. “No, it's cool,” He said with a smile, quickly getting under the water and wetting his hair. I stared, watching the water run down his body. I hadn’t really realized how lanky he was before, but it was definitely pretty obvious now. I hadn’t really been thinking about the fact that I was just visually taking in his body until he must have finished wetting his hair. “Uh, everything okay?” He said awkwardly. I quickly looked up, locking eyes with him. “Huh? Oh- yea…sorry,” I quickly said, trying to look anywhere else. “So what's the play here?” He asked. “What do you mean?” I responded, unsure of what he meant. “Us. Showering together. Everyday? Is that her secret way of letting me know that you're into me?” I blushed, quickly reaching around him to grab the scrubby and bar of soap. Though, on second thought I probably shouldn’t have done as he likely thought it was some kind of advancement. “Haha, wouldn’t that be something…” I said, lathering up the scrubby as I started to wash my body. He said nothing as he finished washing his hair, before trading spots with me so that I could wash off. “Would uh- Would that be a bad thing?” I asked awkwardly, wanting to break the silence. Jacob shrugged. “Honestly, I think I’ve discovered more about myself in the last two days than ever before,” He said with a smirk. I heard the door open again, just as I was about to ask what exactly that meant, but figured it was a conversation for another time… “Alright, let's get you guys dried off and dressed so we can head out,” Samantha said, grabbing an extra towel from under the sink as we turned the shower off. “Out?” I said, grabbing my towel off the rack and beginning to dry off. “Yea, we’ve got to go move Jacob out of his parents house. Bring his stuff over here so it can feel more like home,” She said with a smile, now handing the towel to Jacob who stood awkwardly beside me in the tub. “Can- Can I not wear a diaper today? Just for my parents' house?” Samantha looked at him with a glance of disappointment. “Honey, it's okay to wear diapers. No one will even know.” “I know…it's just- One last time? I promise I won’t ask again,” Jacob said. “Fine. But just until we get back, and no diaper change tonight. This is the second rule you’ve decided to break already,” She said with a smirk before heading out of the bathroom. ~~ I could tell that Jacob was nervous for the whole car ride there. I wasn’t even sure if he had told his parents that he was moving out yet. We had stopped by a uhaul on the way and picked up a few boxes. Jacob had claimed that we didn’t need to because he didn’t have that much stuff, but Samantha didn’t care. Eventually, we pulled into his parents driveway and all got out of the car. “Samantha, could uh- no Mommy stuff while we're here?” Jacob said sheepishly as he closed the car door. Samantha looked back at him with a smirk but said nothing as she made her way to the front door. Jacob and I exchanged looks to which I just shrugged. I didn’t think she would try to make a scene or anything, but I also wasn’t really sure. A lot had happened in the last 24 hours and it was exciting to see her so amped up like this. Jacob opened the door, and the three of us walked. “Hey Mom-,” Jacob said, greeting his mother in the kitchen before awkwardly glancing back at Samantha and I. “Ah, I was wondering when you’d be home. And your friends are here!” Jacob's mother said with a large smile on her face. “Come in, come in!” “Hi, I’m Samantha,” Samantha said, leaning forward to greet Jacob’s mother. “Devin’s wife,” “Oh yes, yes. Nice to meet you. Good to see you again too!” She said, now looking directly at me. I nodded with a smile. “Yea! Likewise!” “So, what are you all doing here?” Jacob’s mother asked. “We’re-” Samantha started, before stopping to look at Jacob. “Oh, uh- yea…I’m moving out,” Jacob said sheepishly. “‘Bout time,” Jacob’s father called from the living room. “Oh, that's so good to hear, dear! Are your friends gonna help you?” “Yea…and I’ll be staying with them,” Jacob said. Jacob’s mother’s expression perked up a little, but more in a look of disappointment than anything. “I guess you’ve always gotta start with roommates…” She said, turning back to continue stirring her batter. Jacob didn’t say anything, and just turned to head towards his room. “Oh shoot, honey can you go grab the boxes?” Samantha said to me, before following Jacob down the hall. I did as I was told and retrieved the boxes from the back of the van and carried them into Jacob's room. I hadn’t been here many times, but I remembered that it was pretty basic. A queen sized bed with a nightstand that was half falling apart, and a small Ikea desk holding up his computer setup, which had to be the most valuable thing he owned. “Right, let's just pack everything up and we can sort it at home?” Samantha asked, looking at Jacob and I. Jacob and I nodded. ~~ There was a knock at the door and Jacob’s father walked in. “So you’re finally moving out, eh boy?” Jacob nodded, refusing to make eye contact as he continued to pack up his computer. “Not much of a warning you gave your mother and I…” He said, still standing in the doorway. Jacob didn’t say anything. “Shit, always quiet this one, isn’t he?” His father said, in what sounded like a gesture to Samantha or I, but I remained quiet. “No, he's pretty obnoxious when he’s hanging out with us,” Samantha said in a peppy voice, looking over at Jacob who continued to face away from his father. “Ha, wouldn’t I love to see that. All he does is mope about all day here at the house. ‘Bout as useless as a garden hoe if you ask me,'' He said, turning his head back down the hall. Samantha and I looked at each other and exchanged a glance as Jacob still stayed focused on taking apart his computer setup. We remained silent, not wanting to press anything while in the house as I think we both figured it would be best to just get him back home. And to some degree, Jacob was right. We probably didn’t need the boxes as there wasn’t much to take aside from clothes and his computer. We carried the few boxes and bags out to the van all while receiving the silent stares of his parents. I followed Jacob back into the house while Samantha organized the bags in the trunk. “So I guess that's it then, huh?” His father said from the living room. “Yea- um…Got all of my stuff. Won’t be needing the furniture since they’ve got some for me to use already…” Jacob said, looking at his mom rather than his dad. “Pfft, typical of you. Leave all the heavy lifting to you father,” He said angrily from the living room. “Well, um- bye mom,” He said, giving a small wave to his mother in the kitchen. “We’ll still see you every so often, right?” “Yea…I’ll uh- still come over for the holidays I guess,” “I better be seeing your ass more than that! Just cause your moving out doesn’t mean there isn’t work to be done around this house!” His father yelled, now getting up from the couch in what appeared to be a very drunken state. I felt myself instinctually step forward a little, getting closer to Jacob’s side. I could see that his mother had gone back to stirring her batter, almost as if it was just a distraction method. Jacob had never talked about his family before, but I never thought about the fact that it might be rather dysfunctional. “You're not just going to abandon this family!” His father yelled, pointing his finger directly at Jacob as he struggled with each step forward. “Boys, in the car,” Samantha suddenly said, stepping in through the doorway behind us. I grabbed Jacob’s arm, who very quickly turned and nearly jogged out the door to which I followed, giving Samantha a glance on my way past. “Who the fuck do you-” The dad started. “Pleasure meeting you both,” Samantha said before loudly slamming the door, cutting off Jacob’s father. ~~ The car ride home was rather quiet as I tried to gauge how Jacob might be feeling, but I wasn’t able to see much of his face as he stared out the window, watching the different houses fly by. I couldn’t hear any signs of crying, from the look that Samantha and I had exchanged in the rear view, I got the sense that there was at least a tear or two being shed. Finally, we pulled back into the driveway of our house, sitting quietly for a few seconds after the car turned off. We all got out of the van and grabbed what little boxes and bags there were and carried them inside, making a small pile in the corner of what was now Jacob’s room. “So, I figured we can go through all of this, sort through what you have and more importantly what you don't have?” Samantha said, looking at the two of us. “Great!” I said, eager to go through Jacob’s stuff since I really was not sure what, if anything he had. Jacob sat down on the bed, spreading his hands out to feel the sheets as we watched his legs bounce off the side of the bed. “Is uh- Is this really going to be my room?” He said sheepishly, looking up at me. I nodded, unsure of what Jacob might be feeling or what I might need to do to help console him. Surprisingly though, it didn’t seem like I would have to as I watched a big smile come over his face as he laid back on the bed. “Thank god,” He said, letting out a sigh of relief. Samantha looked over at me with a puzzled expression, to which I just shrugged. I could see where he was coming from. “Can I decorate it?” Jacob asked, pushing himself up to look at me and Samantha again, obviously in a much better mood. Samantha smiled, “Indeed you can, though I was thinking of giving it a rather fitting makeover that I think the both of you might like,” Jacob’s face lit up as he smiled over at me. “I love it here already.” It's been a while, but I've still been posting on my Patreon. Lots of new stories and additional chapters to come, but if you enjoyed the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon.

From Tenant to Baby: BONUS Sick Day CH. 1 Jordan knew something was wrong when he took the first bite of food. It just tasted…off. By the look on Joseph’s face, he tasted it too. Now, he knew Heather wasn’t Gordon Ramsey or anything. He didn’t expect five-star-level food when invited to their place for dinner. But…how could someone mess up spaghetti? “So…” She asked eagerly as she sat down her plate at the small circular table. She served herself a simple salad, having decided to go vegetarian the month prior. “How is it?” Jordan cleared his throat as he watched Joseph force down another bite just to keep his mouth occupied. “Uh…It’s great!” He felt terrible for lying, but he knew he’d feel even worse to see her disappointed face after telling her the truth. “Really? That’s great,” Her smile was wide and cheerful, making Jordan choke through another forkful of mushy noodles and off-tasting meat sauce. “It’s hard to cook something without tasting it, you know?” “Mhm,” Jordan hummed, sipping his soda to try to wash the taste away. “So good, babe,” Joseph lied. Jordan only managed half the plate before he couldn’t take it anymore. “This is delicious and all, but I’m gonna have to take the rest to go,” He feigned fullness by leaning back in the chair and patting his belly. “I might’ve snacked right before I drove over.” “Wha- Jordan!” Heather whined. “I told you to come with an empty stomach!” “I know, I’m sorry,” Jordan apologized, reaching over the table and patting her hand. “I’ll take some with me and eat it tomorrow for lunch, how about that?” The girl sighed, eating the last bite of her salad before getting up and taking both their plates to the kitchen. “Alright, but I’ll hold you to that.” As soon as she disappeared around the corner, Joseph spat his mouthful into his napkin and shivered. “Oh god, what did she put in here?!” He whispered in disbelief. “No clue.” They shared similar withered looks. And Jordan pulled his phone out to send a quick text to Derek. ‘Call me with an excuse to leave?’ He typed out before Heather came back out with a slice of store-bought apple pie. “At least have some dessert,” She bargained and Jordan felt his heart drop at the large Tupperware bowl full of spaghetti she sat beside him. He was halfway through his slice of pie before his phone started to ring. Taking the time to turn his call volume up, he answered with a falsely concerned voice. “Derek?” “Jordan! I know you’re over at your bud’s place and I’m really sorry, but my entire system just crashed and I can’t find any of my files for my clients.” Derek’s voice was regretful but panicked. “Can you please come by and help me find them?” Jordan winced theatrically. “That sounds rough! Yeah, I’ll be on my way here in a sec.” “You’re a lifesaver!” The call ended and Jordan stood with a sigh. “I hate to leave so suddenly-” Heather cut him off. “It’s no issue. The dude sounds freaked out! Do you think he lost his clients?” Her brow pinched in worry and Jordan felt bad for lying to her twice. “If he did, I have a thumb drive with a backup in my school bag at home,” Jordan assured. He patted his pockets to make sure he had his keys and grabbed the Tupperware bowl. “I’ll cook for us at my place next time to make up for running off!” He promised and fled the apartment. The drive home was quick and when he finally pulled up Derek was waiting on the porch for him. It had been a few short months since the incident at the movie theater, but since then the pair of them had grown much much closer. Running up to Derek, Jordan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Derek’s waist in a hug. “Thanks for saving me.” Derek chuckled, returning the hug eagerly. “Of course, baby. But what happened? Why did you need the rescue?” Shyly, Jordan explained the disaster that was dinner and watched as Derek’s face screwed up. “See? I didn’t want to stick around in case she wanted me to have seconds.” “Well, I just made some baked potatoes if you’re still hungry.” Derek offered and Jordan accepted readily. They ate quietly while watching an older movie. Something Derek loved and Jordan had never seen before. But right as the credits started to roll. Derek looked over at Jordan with a look that spoke volumes. Over the months, Jordan started to learn Derek’s mannerisms. The small things that he hadn’t picked up on when they first met, but now that he knew Derek’s heaviest secret, he was able to understand the nuances behind every little glance. This one was a common one. Derek would often get this soft look in his eyes. There was admiration, there was desire, there was love. And the way that his eyes raked over Jordan, cataloging every detail as if he’d never see it again. It was the kind of attention that made Jordan melt and want to lay himself at the mercy of Derek to do with as he pleased. Especially after such a good night. Knowing exactly what he needed to do, Jordan ducked his head into Derek’s shoulder. “Daddy…?” He asked softly. “‘M sleepy.” “Aw, babe,” Derek cooed, his arm wrapping around Jordan’s shoulder. “My sweet boy. Let’s get you tucked into bed.” Jordan followed Derek down the hall to the nursery slowly. His feet shuffled along the floor and one hand balled up in Derek’s shirt. He was well passed the point of shame, but still, butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Derek was gentle as he helped Jordan lay down on the changing table and started fishing around in the drawers for supplies. The very first thing he grabbed was a pacifier that he gave to Jordan immediately. Jordan wasn’t sure what it was about pacis, but it was one of his favorite accessories no matter what headspace he was in at the time. He didn’t quite have a ‘favorite’, but he loved that Derek started to have them on hand constantly. He was divested of his clothes with gentle, methodical movements. He barely had to put in any work before an adorably patterned diaper was fastened onto his hips. Derek didn’t ask him what he wanted to wear and that was part of the fun for Jordan. He didn’t like making choices. Each choice gave him a certain anxiety that, while he had been getting better with managing, he was just happier when Derek handled them all. “Alright, love bug,” Derek cooed, coming out of the closet with a large t-shirt. Just looking at it, Jordan could see that it was at least a size too big to fit, but he didn’t mind. It just made the situation better. “Arms up for Daddy!” Jordan obeyed, sitting up and letting Derek slide the oversized shirt over his head. “It’s gonna be pretty warm tonight, so I think this will be plenty of clothes, yeah?” Derek looked to him for confirmation, but Jordan couldn’t care less. He didn’t pay attention to the weather. That was Daddy’s job! He simply shrugged, causing Derek to pinch his cheek softly. “Now, the baby has to make a choice, okay?” Derek asked while the hand that was petting Jordan’s cheek reached up to stroke his hair. “Hmmm,” Jordan thought about it before nodding. One choice wouldn’t hurt. Derek’s smile was fond. “Does Baby want to sleep with Daddy in the big bed or does he was to sleep in his crib?” “Big bed!” Jordan told Derek immediately. While he wasn’t feeling little enough to sleep in the crib, he also just missed the older man enough to want to drift off to sleep together curled up under the same blanket. And that’s exactly what they did. Derek tucked Jordan in on his side of the bed, of course, making sure his stuffed giraffe Kay was resting on the pillow beside him before climbing into bed with him. He didn’t feel like reading tonight, but that was fine with Jordan. Said boy drifted off, and curled close to Derek’s side while Derek slept on his back. There was a moment as Jordan fell asleep when he felt a small cramp in his stomach, but he mostly considered that part of his food taking longer than usual to digest. It quickly became clear that that was not what was happening when he woke up merely a few hours later with an intense pain radiating from his stomach. Cracking his eyes open, Jordan saw that Derek was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in rhythmic breaths. For a moment, Jordan tried matching his breath, hoping he could fall back asleep, but the pain grew in intensity. So much so that it brought tears to his eyes. Panicking, Jordan felt his mouth fill with thick saliva. He was going to throw up. He didn’t have time to gracefully slide out of bed. He practically fell out of the sheets as he scrambled to Derek’s bathroom. The man was as considerate as always and had kept the bathroom light on with the door cracked even though he knew Jordan was diapered. He was more than thankful for it when he didn’t have time to do much else but shove the toilet seat up and throw up his dinners into the porcelain bowl. It didn’t stop with one heave. No, it continued until Jordan had settled to his knees in front of the toilet. The cold tile shocking to his bare knees. One of his hands fumbled up to flush the toilet, but his stomach was still cramping in pain. “Fuck-” He gasped, a violent heave making him lean over the bowl. It hurt his already burning throat, but it was even worse that it still didn’t seem to help. Frustration welled up in his chest, the tears forcing themselves down his cheeks. “Jordan?” A gruff, sleep-filled voice came from the bedroom. Oh great, Jordan woke up Derek. Jordan’s mouth opened to assure the older man he was fine and urge him to go back to bed, but his stomach rebelled and he started gagging once more. He clutched the overly large t-shirt trying to ground himself, but it was like pressure was building inside him. To his utter horror, Jordan felt the pressure release not from his mouth, but from his bottom. A sob forced its way out of him at the fact that he was not only spewing it from both ends but drawing the attention of Derek who was now rushing out of bed and stomping into the bathroom. Embarrassed, Jordan curled into himself. Well, as much as he could with his head still perched over the bowl. Small sobs shook his shoulders the entire time. All he could smell was the bile coming from his mouth, but he was sure Derek would be able to smell his messy diaper when he stepped into the bathroom. “Oh, Bubba,” Derek cooed sadly, making his way over and resting a hand on his back. “Looks like that spaghetti caught up to you, huh?” A pitiful whine made its way from Jordan’s chest in answer and he managed to choke back the retch that tried to follow. That didn’t save his diaper from another round of mess. Jordan wished a hole would open and swallow him up. He felt disgusting. He and Derek were close, but this was way too much. “Babes it’s alright,” Derek tried soothing, he crouched down beside Jordan and wrapped a gentle arm around his shoulders to try to guide him closer. “Just let it out. You’ll feel better afterward. I promise.” “No,” The first word Jordan had been able to mutter since Derek entered. “No, no, no-” He repeated, struggling weakly before diving for the toilet yet again. There was nothing left for him to vomit, it seemed. But his body wouldn’t stop. Derek reached up to flush the toilet when the latest round of heaves subsided. “Do you want some water to rinse your mouth out with?” Jordan nodded frantically and watched Derek stand up and shuffle around in the medicine cabinet before producing a small paper cup. He filled it with tap water from the sink and crouch once more at Jordan’s side. Rather than hand the cup over, he held the cup steady to Jordan’s lips and slowly poured its contents into his mouth. Swishing it around, Jordan spits it into the toilet. Derek repeated this a few more times until Jordan sipped the cool water rather than spit it out. It helped to soothe his aching throat, and by then, the worst of the pain had passed. It was now just a dull ache deep in his gut. “Ready to get cleaned up, baby boy?” Derek asked softly, helping Jordan to stand on shaking legs. Jordan nodded but held the hem of the shirt down to cover his used diaper. At some point, maybe when he’d been asleep for all Jordan knew, he had also wet himself pretty heavily. “Can you wait for me outside?” Derek gave him a patient look. “Bubs, I don’t mind cleaning you up. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Jordan’s lip quivered. “Please. Not ready for that. Don’t want it. Please can I do it by myself?” “Of course,” Derek says immediately and Jordan knew he wasn’t going to force him to allow him to help, but the man’s words still helped. “You hop in the shower and I’ll get everything ready for you outside. Do you want to get back into bed, or would you feel better on the couch?” “Couch, probably. Don’t want to get sick on your bed.” Jordan explained. Derek looked like he wanted to say that he wouldn’t care if Jordan threw up all over his sheets, but he seemed to notice that Jordan was shivering. He was quick to leave then and Jordan went to work stripping down. He wished he could scrub the next 10 - 20 minutes out of his brain, but he had to settle for just not thinking about it. Pretty soon, he managed to clean up, throw the used diaper in the trash and tie it up, and wrap a towel around his waist before shuffling out of the bathroom. Derek was immediately there with warm clothes and a fresh diaper. Jordan wanted to complain, but the diaper was best if he was ever going to throw up again. There was barely a moment’s pause before Derek swooped in and started to take care of Jordan as he always had. “C’mon, sweet boy, let’s get you all comfy and cozy.” Derek had the couch with blankets, pillows, and even a trashcan right by it for Jordan. And when he had Jordan all nice and tucked in there, he brought in a small sippy cup filled halfway with more cool water. “Let’s make sure you can hold this down before we get you more, okay?” Jordan held the sippy cup to his mouth and let the water trickle in. He couldn’t help it as his teeth worked against the plastic spout, most likely carving divots into it. He wished he had his paci, but it was the middle of the night. He was already keeping Derek awake with his sickness; he didn’t want to have him running around needlessly. The television was turned onto some cartoon. The voices were soft, the music quiet, and Jordan didn’t feel like he was trying too hard to pay attention. Derek went to go sit on the armchair, but Jordan pouted before he managed to sit down. “What is it, Babe?” Derek asked softly, noticing Jordan’s sad face. Despite dislodging the great tuck job Derek did, Jordan shimmied down the couch until the cushion his head was previously laying on was free. “Aw, does Baby want Daddy to sit with him?” “Uhuh.” Derek didn’t fuss about sitting down, rather, he encouraged Jordan to scoot back up and rest his head on his thigh. It was perfect, especially as Derek’s hand started to comb through Jordan’s short hair. It didn’t take long before Jordan was asleep and Derek was right behind him. He only hoped he didn’t feel so bad when he woke up. Hopefully, at a more appropriate hour… A/N: Here we go again! This won't be nearly as long as the original series, though. I think I can squeeze it into 3 chapters maybe. But yeah, this will be the first of several add-ons to hopefully be in this story. It was supposed to be done way earlier, but I have a friend who's been constantly commissioning me to write her little niche stories. And every time I finished some, she'd commission me for more. But she was understanding when I told her I needed a break to write this story, so small mercies ❤️