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The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 30 By the time the TV show had ended, Isabelle had already wet her sweetnight twice. The first time, Isabelle had considered getting up to go and use her mom's bathroom. The show had transitioned to the first commercial break, and there was nothing technically stopping her. 'But what's the point? I'm going to wet it tonight anyway? And I'd rather stay in bed with mom right now!' So Isabelle let loose, laying on her stomach at the front of the bed, and lifting her belly just enough to let the stream start, this time with very little resistance from her body. 'It was a peculiar feeling,' Isabelle thought, 'feeling so much of the bed getting absorbed in the front of her sweetnight,' as Isabelle felt it spread underneath her, and toward her stomach, never leaving its intended container. It was a contrast to how her pee normally soaked into the bottom of her sweetnight. The second time, however, had been a little more surprising. Toward the end of their episode, Isabelle had shifted to lay on her back near her mom. The show had been nearing the end, and there was been one particularly funny part that resulted in Isabelle laughing quite uncontrollably. Without realizing it at first, Isabelle had started to pee at the height of her laughter. It was a much shorter pee, but Isabelle was surprised as she felt the droplets roll down and tickle the bottom of her butt. 'Where did that come from.' Isabelle had considered saying something about her wet sweetnight to her mom as she said sweetnight, and was heading to bed. 'But what was there to share?' Isabelle wondered. 'I wet my sweetnight. It happens. Its no big deal. Even mom said its not a big deal.' It felt strange to have wet it while she was technically awake, 'but that was a mere technicality, no? I mean, I'm in my pajamas, and its bed time. Its basically bedwetting. I was even in a bed when I did it!' Isabelle rationalized what happened to her, the end result being that she elected to not share with her mom that she was already wet, and instead made her way to her bed. As Isabelle made her way to her room, she could already feel the warm weight of her sweetnight underneath her, protecting her, comforting her, surrounding her like a weighted blanket to help her sleep. Isabelle pushed the door to her bedroom open with a smile, before closing it behind her, and slipping underneath her sheets beneath the canopy hanging over her bed. Isabelle pulled Rabbity into her chest, and remembered nothing else of the day. *** Isabelle went through her pre-exploration checklist diligently. "Spacesuit - check. Investigative Journal - check. Food supplies.....where are my food supplies?" Isabelle asked no one in particular, as she was preparing to leave her landing ship. Turning her head, Isabelle spotted a glass leftovers container with some spaghetti and meatballs, picking it up, and placing it in her bag. She continued. "Food supplies - check. First Office Rabbity, you have command of the ship," Isabelle said to Rabbity, sitting in the co-pilot's chair, who nodded in response. Isabelle pulled the hatch to her left, and pulled her investigative journal out. The journal possessed the most advance of technologies, writing her thoughts in neat gel pen as she spoke orally. It allowed Isabelle to free her hands for more important tasks. The hatch opened. Isabelle took one more moment to ensure her space helmet was secured tightly, and stepped out onto the planet's surface. "We have reached the planet known as "Aquaria." The entire planet appears to be covered in water, ranging from several inches, to several feet in other places. We have landed our astronaut investigator ship in an area with just a few inches, but plan to explore the planet in search of space clues." Isabelle was unsure what the clues were supposed to help with, but it was clear she needed to find them. Isabelle waded into the inches of water, her spacesuit feet submerging into the water. "Investigator spacesuit indicates air is safe to breath," Isabelle stated for her journal, and hit a button opening her mask. Her face was immediately met with the planet's air, which was filled with a refreshing mist and beautiful scent. In the distance, Isabelle could hear the gentle sound of waves crashing, and the call of some native species of whales. With each step, Isabelle marveled at the breathtaking beauty of Aquaria. The planet was covered in sparkling turquoise oceans as far as the eye could see. to her left, a stunning waterfall cascaded down from another surface of water, crashing into rocks made of sapphire, tourmaline, and aquamarine. Isabelle diverted her gaze down into the waters, where she saw native species of fish, rainbow in color, with big smiles on their faces. In the deeper waters off to her right, Isabelle could see a native species of dolphin soaring in perfect formation, welcoming her to the planet. Isabelle noted it all for her journal; any and all of these clues would be vital 'for.....for.......for whatever.' Isabelle concluded, unconcerned of her ultimate goal. But there was something else that caught Isabelle's attention—an island in the middle of the ocean, lush and teeming with vibrant green vegetation. "I have located what appears to be the single piece of land on the planet. I will make my way to it, and claim it in the name of Henrietta," Isabelle declared for her journal, as she pressed forward toward the island. Isabelle walked forward, the water levels beginning to rise, first to her shins, and then to her knees. Pushing through the water became more challenging, so much so that Isabelle needed to activate the water-pressure resistance bubble makers on her boots, allowing her to walk through the water with greater ease. "Thank goodness for Rabbity's boot enhancements. Planet is treacherous to cross. Future investigator astronauts be advised: level three swimming badge likely needed to visit." Isabelle continued to walk through the knee-deep water, feeling the coolness against her suit. As she ventured further, she discovered amazing creatures she had never seen before—glowing fish that illuminated the waters, who formed themselves into a path, guiding Isabelle to the island. "Thank you fishies! Note for journal, native glowfish very friendly. Potential future as investigator assistants." As Isabelle came within 50 yards of the island, she again sunk further into the waters, this time the water level rising above her waist. Isabelle continued forward, however, despite the cool water slowing her pace. "40 yards...almost there......30 yards.......25.." Isabelle stopped at 25 yards, noticing a change in environment. "Stopping at 25 yards from island. Water surrounding suit appears....warmer." As Isabelle felt the warming of the water, she felt she could not move. A slight panic set in, and Isabelle was unsure how to proceed. The warm water spread out from her, expanding toward her legs, and even toward her back which had not even been in the water. Isabelle's heart began to race faster, growing concerned at the spreading warmth. And then, all at once. the warmth cooled, and Isabelle shot up. But she was no longer in her spacesuit. She was no longer on Aquaria. No, she was sitting up in her bed. And her bed was very, very wet. Isabelle couldn't control herself, she couldn't help herself, and everything that happened next, was a blur. Isabelle began wailing, crying her little green eyes out, as she felt the cool dampness surrounding her, an ever-present reminder that she had wet the bed. The cool morning sun had just pierced her window, not yet providing warmth to the room. Isabelle shouted, through her tears, as loudly as she could muster. "MOOOMMMMM MMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! MOOOOMMMMMMMM MMEEEEEEE" Each call was layered by sobs, by harsh crying sounds. Isabelle was a mess, and threw her comforter off of her, as she sat upright, in the middle of a huge, wet circle surrounding her. Jane, for her part, woke up instantly at the sound of her daughter's cries. Jane didn't stop to think. No, instinct kicked in, and Jane was out of the bed, and out of her room, before she knew what time it was or what was going on. Jane sprinted down the hallway to Isabelle's bedroom, pushing the door open, and finally seeing her daughter. It was a relief in part, that Isabelle appeared safe. Her daughter had not been kidnapped, there was no stranger in her room. Isabelle was not bleeding, did not fall out of the bed and break a bone, and was not, generally in peril. Jane's mind had immediately registered the worst, and seeing her daughter - though crying, and 'Oh baby...she wet the bed' - was safe, instantly calmed Jane down. Isabelle saw her mom come into the room, looking scared and frightened. Her mom had been leaning forward as she entered the bedroom, her head whipping through the door before her body could even fit. But her mom's terror dissipated, and was replaced by a warm, loving smile. Isabelle had hoped to see that smile first, but was glad it came anyway. Regardless, it did nothing to stop Isabelle's crying. In face, Isabelle started to cry even louder. "MOOOMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Isabelle continued to cry, as Jane made her way toward the bed. "I.....I......I......I........." Isabelle couldn't finish the sentence. She couldn't come to terms with what happened. But she knew she didn't really need to; it was pretty clear what happened. Jane was unfazed, but was processing how to move forward. She didn't want Isabelle to worry about something so silly, but also understood this was a pretty traumatizing event for a girl Isabelle's age. 'first comfort, then questions,' Jane decided, sitting down on the bed without a concern that her right thigh was basically laying entirely on her daughter's wet sheet. "Sweetie come here," Jane said, pulling her daughter in tight. 'Now is no time for modesty I suppose,' Jane decided, shifting her daughter from where Isabelle was on her knees, hugging her, by pulling her left arm underneath Isabelle's butt, and sitting Isabelle on her lap. Isabelle allowed her mom to maneuver Isabelle's body, and simply wrapped her arms around her mom. Jane's decision was fruitful, as she was able to cup her daughter's sweetnight as she lifted Isabelle onto her lap, identifying what the issue was immediately: over capacity. Jane didn't start to talk for a while. Instead, she simply squeezed her daughter tightly against her chest, rocking her slowly to help Isabelle down. "Shhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhh Shhushhhh baby.....Its okay. Its okay....Shhhhh Shhhh Shhh......It was an accident. Its not a big deal. Mommy isn't mad. You shouldn't be sad. Its okay....Its okay..Shhhhhh.Shhhhhhhhh...Shhhhhh." Jane held Isabelle, repeating those words for the better part of five minutes, waiting for Isabelle's heart rate to slow down. Jane could feel the rate of tears dripping down on to her shoulder slow, as well as the volume of snot fall from her daughter's nose on to her slowly cease. Jane could feel Isabelle's heart pressed against her go from rapid beating to slowing down as Jane continued to rock her daughter in her arms. Finally, Jane could feel Isabelle's vice grip around Jane's neck loosen, allowing Jane some room to mover her neck comfortably. But Jane simply continued to hold Isabelle. Hold her, love her, and let her daughter know that she was there, for probably another five minutes. Isabelle finally appeared to settle down enough for Jane to shift Isabelle's head off of her shoulder, but keeping Isabelle on her lap. Jane continued to feel the massive weight of her daughter's sweetnight laying against her thigh, the liquid contained with in being slightly forced out through the shell and onto her thigh under the pressure of Isabelle's weight. Jane brushed her daughter's hair to the side with her left hand, before wiping a solitary tear off of Isabelle's face. Jane's smile never left her face. "Sweetie. Its okay. It was an accident." Jane repeated once more, the words an obvious comfort to her daughter. "And it isn't your fault sweetie. That's why you have your sweetnights. This one was just too full. Its okay baby!" Jane said, pulling her daughter's back in for another hug. Jane was, however, dubious. The sweetnight should have been enough for the whole night. More than enough, in fact. Especially with the new boosters she had taped in to each pair. 'They're practically diapers with those,' Jane thought to herself. 'How did this happen?' Jane was genuinely curious. Jane would need to explore this more later. For now, they needed to get ready for the day. "Sweetie, why don't you go into the shower and clean up, okay? Do you need mommy's help?" Isabelle pondered the question for a long moment, before deciding that she could do it by herself. "N....No......No...mommy. I can...can.....can....can do it." Isabelle said, as Jane helped her daughter to her feet. "Lets get these jammies off of you," Jane said, easing her daughter out of her long pink, and very wet sleeping shirt, before bending down and easing her sweetnight off of Isabelle. "Okay baby - go into the shower. Mommy will clean this all up - nothing to worry about." Isabelle scampered off. Jane took a deep breath, and started pulling Isabelle's pillows off the bed, as well as anything else that was dry. Jane picked up Rabbity, sniffing it, and deciding that Rabbity was likely fine - a miracle, before pulling the last of the dry linens off of the bed. Jane then pulled the fitted sheet at the corner, scooping up the two sheets on the bed, and setting them on a pile on the floor. Jane then worked to take off the plastic sheet she had added to the bed off as well. 'Thank goodness I put this on. Her mattress looks perfect.' Jane said, applauding herself for the decision. Finally, Jane worked to take the cover on Isabelle's comforter off, as it had gotten a little wet as well, before adding it to the pile on the floor. Jane lifted all of the sheets into Isabelle's laundry basket, picking up her daughter's clothes from the night prior, and wet pajamas from that morning as well. Seeing no reason that the sweetnight couldn't be carried with the laundry, Jane threw that on top as well, and carried the heavy load down to the basement. On the way, Jane could hear the water in the bathroom shower running, and some sobs echoing from the room as well. 'Poor girl...' Jane thought, as she descended the stairs to the basement. Jane set the basket down in the laundry room before carrying the soaking wet sweetnight over to the garbage. It had become routine for Jane to throw Isabelle's sweetnights out in the big garbage bin - her daughter seemed to just leave them on the floor wherever she took them off. Jane hoped Isabelle could show a little more responsibility with them, but hadn't yet. Jane wasn't going to stress Isabelle more about her daughter's bedwetting though. Jane returned to the laundry room, and started to sort the sheets and other laundry, before putting a load of the wet things in, and starting the wash. As she made her way upstairs, Jane considered how it was possible that Isabelle had overfilled the sweetnight, landing on only one possibility. 'She had to have wet it before she went to bed,' Jane decided. 'Maybe no more drinks before bedtime either......I'll need to get more involved I think.' Jane wanted to see what Isabelle had to say, however. Jane made her way back upstairs, and opened the door to Isabelle's bathroom. "Everything okay in here sweetie? I ran the wash and your bed is fine. No harm done! But we need to get going so we can get dressed and ready for school, okay baby?" Jane waited for a response, and after about 15 seconds, she received it. "Okay mommy." Jane closed the door and made her way to Isabelle's room, deciding to pack her school bag for her, as well as her overnight bag. Jane collected Isabelle's journal from her desk, opening her bag to put it in. As she did so, Jane noticed that Isabelle's Emerald Chronicle book was in her bag. Jane turned a little red at the sight of it - she had been nervous to buy that book for Isabelle. 'It is kind of a little inappropriate.' But her daughter had insisted. Jane simple hoped the other moms in her class didn't find out, or, wouldn't judge Jane for it. Jane continued packing, switching over to Isabelle's overnight bag. Jane hoped Isabelle had not forgotten about her sleepover tonight. 'Is it really fair to Jess though,' Jane wondered, 'with Isabelle having all these problems....' Jane felt torn. She felt she should be there for her daughter. 'I should cancel....its the right thing to do....I'll call Jess first though." Jane decided. Just in case, Jane packed the overnight bag, adding two extra sweetnights for emergency use. Jane was zipping up the overnight bag when Isabelle made her way back into the bedroom. Jane gave her daughter another hug, "lets get you dressed for the day!" Jane was trying to exude enthusiasm, to keep her daughter's mood high. Jane turned back to the dresser, and for a moment, just one moment, Jane had to ask herself a question. 'Do I need to send her to school in a sweetnight?' The question was asked in Jane's mind quietly; it was barely as whisper in Jane's mind. But the thought had made its way in, and it was not leaving. It was demanding an answer. Rather than allow it to get louder, Jane answered. 'No. No no no.....Absolutely not. Nothing has happened to suggest she needs that during the day. Its just a nighttime issue.' Jane wasn't sure if she was trying to convince herself or the voice in her head. Either way, she was settled - 'I'm not sending my big girl to school in protection. She's been through enough.' Jane didn't notice, but her hand was resting on the drawer with the sweetnights. She shook herself out of it, and moved it toward the drawer with Isabelle's panties instead, pulling out a pair, before searching the other drawers and pulling out a pair of purple leggings with colorful stars on them, and a white t-shirt Jane had recently bought. Jane took the panties and bent down, holding them open for Isabelle. For her part, Isabelle didn't act as if it was out of the ordinary, simply letting her towel fall to the ground, and stepping into the panties, one leg at a time, and allowing her mom to slide them up her legs. As her panties settled against her, Isabelle couldn't help but still feel naked. Jane repeated the process with Isabelle's leggings, rolling them so Isabelle's foot went straight through the leg hole at the bottom, before handing Isabelle her own shirt to put on, as well as a pair of pink socks. "You put those on yourself baby. Mommy needs to get dressed too." Jane disappeared, leaving Isabelle alone to pull her socks on. Isabelle sat on the floor as she undid the bundle, content to put her socks on herself. Isabelle then put her shirt on, and stood up, feeling much better. Isabelle had continued crying in the shower, but at some point, had simply run out of tears. The warm water from the shower felt nice against her skin, which was still moist from laying in her pee for who knows how long. Isabelle couldn't understand how this happened. She felt mad at her sweetnights for letting her down. Isabelle took a minute to compose herself in her room, before she made her way downstairs. Isabelle could hear her mom on the phone as she approached the kitchen, wondering who she could be on the phone with so early in the morning. ".......No I mean..........Of course I want to, but it isn't...............I am not being ridiculous...................but.......well............Okay. Okay okay okay. You win. Fine." Jane repeated. Isabelle didn't think her mom sounded mad, but the conversation was very confusing. "Yes.......Yes......I did...........packed extra for you.........drop off after I leave work..........hair appointment.......yes my head," Jane scoffed, ".......and I'll be sure to tell her to behave.......Ya.........Yah that will be nice.........Of course. Okay.....And Jess....Thank you." Jane hung up the phone, and turned to her daughter with a big smile. "That was Jess sweetie. She was calling just to say how excited she was that you were going to stay with her tonight! Becky hasn't stopped talking about her big sleepover, and Jess is so happy you'll be over to help her!" Jane said, keeping her strategy of enthusiasm up. "Aren't you just SO excited!" Isabelle had been excited. She was excited to show her mom and Jess that she could be a responsible babysitter again. But after this morning, Isabelle was feeling very vulnerable. "Mom...my.....Do I need to sleepover? Can't you pick me up on your way home?" The question broke Jane's heart. Her daughter was calling, asking for her. But Jane knew it would be better for Isabelle - and her - for her daughter to sleepover. "No sweetie I can't. Mommy is going to be very late, well past your bedtime," Jane explained, but wanted to offer a more compelling reason. "Plus Becky would be so sad in the morning if she woke up and you were gone. That wouldn't be very nice. would it?" Isabelle pondered the question. Her mom was right - that wouldn't be very nice. More importantly, it wouldn't be very 'mature babysitter behavior,' Isabelle concluded. 'It's like mom is always saying, sometimes when you grow up, things happen...like babysitting jobs!.....what was the other part......Oh ya! Things happen when you grow up, and you just need to accept them.' Isabelle wanted to show her mom she was a big girl, especially this morning, and so nodded. "Okay mom. That does sound fun anyway," Isabelle admitted. Isabelle sat down as her mom prepared breakfast, content to do nothing but let her head rest in her hand. Jane put Isabelle's cereal down in front of her, as well as her toast with strawberry jam. Isabelle looked at her toast and noticed that her mom had drawn a smile on each piece of toast with the jam, prompting a giggle out of Isabelle. "You're so silly mommmmm" Isabelle said, as she giggled again taking a bite out of the toast. It warmed Jane's heart to hear her daughter laugh again. Isabelle finished her breakfast as Jane sipped her coffee. "Go to the bathroom sweetie, and then we're off to school." Isabelle nodded, lowering herself off of the kitchen stool, and making her way to the bathroom on the first floor. Isabelle closed the door behind her, and sat down on the toilet. Within a few minutes, Isabelle had peed and pooped. Isabelle wiped herself, and washed her hands, before making her way back to the kitchen where she saw her mom loading the dishwasher. "Okay buttercup, let's get moving. Out out out out the door!" Jane said playfully, as she chased Isabelle to the front door, grabbing her daughter's bags along the way. *** Miss Jenny's class that morning had been a lot of fun! Isabelle welcomed the distraction. After the morning Isabelle had, Isabelle had a hard time leaving her mom as she dropped her off that day. Isabelle wasn't sure if it was made better or worse when her mom got out of the car to give her a big hug, before reminding Isabelle that Jess would be the one picking Isabelle up right after school - no library time. "Be on your best behavior for Jess tonight sweetie. And tomorrow, I promise well do something fun together! How does that sound?" Isabelle didn't audible answer; she just held on to her mom, and nodded into her neck. Miss Jenny's morning class started with reading groups again. Isabelle pulled her Cam Jansen book out, and flipped to the page she had left off at the prior class. Even though it wasn't Isabelle's turn to read, she had a better time with her group today. Alice was in Isabelle's group, and it had been her turn to read today. Alice, Isabelle learned, was a great reader, 'maybe the best in the class,' and she even did different voices for all the characters when she read. Isabelle wondered if she could do that too the next time it was her turn. 'It seems tough to remember which voice is for which person,' Isabelle thought. Alice even seemed to be more inclusive, at first, by reading one part directly at Isabelle. It made Isabelle feel a little better about her social situation. Alice finished reading early, and so Isabelle's group had some free time. Unfortunately, even though Alice had seemed a little more welcoming at first, the members of her group all seemed to gather together without Isabelle. It would have bothered Isabelle less than usual, if not for her morning. Isabelle tried to fight off thoughts of Mel, and how sweet her friend had been to her when Isabelle had her accident, but the memories were strong. Isabelle decided to take out her gel pens and color while she waited for Miss Jenny to shift activities. The latter part of the morning was spent working on the students' stories. Miss Jenny had picked three stories to work on that morning, none of which were Isabelle's. But it didn't matter - it was still fun to hear other peoples stories. The first story they worked on waws about a boy's pet turtle. That story had been particularly boring until the end, when the turtle tried to play volleyball. The class all had to work on spelling ten words from the story, including "volleyball," "turtle," and "beach." Miss Jenny had to spend extra time on the last word for some reason, explaining very clearly and loudly that it was supposed to be spelled with an "ea" and not an "it." Miss Jenny told the class to never spell it the other way, which was odd. Isabelle thought the boy - Ricky - who wrote the story's spelling was the correct one, so Isabelle was happy Miss Jenny taught her otherwise. The class then worked on sentence structure with the next two stories, one about a princess who could turn any vegetable into candy, and another about a blue duck who was being bullied by red ducks. Isabelle worked hard to learn where to place her verbs in a sentence, and more importantly, to include them. Miss Jenny also showed the class why using descriptive words was important, and how it could make a story better. Isabelle was all smiles by the time the lunch bell rang. Isabelle left her items at her desk, and stood up with the other students. Isabelle then made her way to the cafeteria, getting lost in the field of students that made their way there as well. Isabelle settled into the lunch line when she felt someone touch her arm. Isabelle turned, startled, to see that it was Charlotte, greeting her with a smile. "Hi Isabelle. Class was fun this morning, wasn't it?" Isabelle smiled in return. This girl did seem nice. " Hi Char...lie." Isabelle decided to try - it was what her friends seemed to call her, and Isabelle desperately wanted to fall into that category. Simply saying the nickname caused Isabelle to sweat, but she continued. "Ya! I really liked the story work were doing. I'm trying to harness the power of the princess from the second story right now, so I can turn our lunch into candy!" Isabelle's joke prompted a laugh out of Charlotte. 'Score!' Isabelle and Charlotte stood in line together, talking about school until they got their lunch. Today's menu was some sort of fried chicken sandwich, and it smelled amazing. "..So I start with the art program next week," Charlotte explained in response to Isabelle's question about what art program Charlotte was in. Isabelle was slightly disappointed - she had hoped Charlotte would be a dancer too. "I'm really excited. Apparently, Mr. Glick starts the first week with painting, which is my favorite!" Isabelle could feel the excitement radiate from the girl as she spoke. It made sense. Isabelle felt the same way about ballet. Isabelle could hardly believe that it had been three days without dancing, uncertain if she had ever gone that long before without a ballet class. "I'm excited for you! I'm also excited to start with Miss Amber's class next week." Charlotte turned to Isabelle, "I didn't know you were in the advance ballet group. That's SO cool." Charlotte said. Isabelle smiled, feeling good about herself. She needed any boost she could get today. Isabelle followed Charlotte to the same table Isabelle had sat the prior day. Finding herself more comfortable sitting on the end, Isabelle took a place next to Charlotte, allowing the girl to lead her into the table. Though she felt better about having somewhere to eat, the lunch did not offer her the type of comfort and comradery she had been used to. Isabelle remained silent for most of the period, offering the occasional affirmation, head shake, or smile when she felt it was appropriate. Isabelle was already missing class, and was definitely feeling an emptiness inside that she knew only her old friends could fill. So it was, when Isabelle felt her bladder ping in a bit of urgency, she gladly excused herself from the table, and made her way quickly to the bathroom near her classroom. Isabelle didn't mind that the lunch period was still running a little longer; she was content to get to the bathroom, and truth be told, felt more comfortable sitting by herself on the toilet seat than she did on the bench with her classmates. Isabelle's pee echoed off of the toilet bowl in the empty bathroom, as she rested her head in her hands, her arms propped up be her legs. The echo served as a reminder that she was on her own. Isabelle missed her visits to the bathroom with Dani and Lola. Dani was so outrageous all the time, Isabelle used to spend more time on the toilet laughing than peeing. Lola was also a great bathroom partner; she was normally so reserved, but she would always spill her heart out in the bathroom or locker room. Isabelle swung her legs as they dangled above the floor, pretending to dance, and thinking of her friends, as she continued to pee in silence. *** Isabelle's afternoon classes with Miss Jenny started off the same way they ended - more stories. That brightened Isabelle's mood almost immediately. Isabelle was made even happier when it was revealed that they would be working on spelling from her story. Miss Jenny took the time to read Isabelle's story first. Isabelle was proud of it, and could tell other students were very impressed with her writing. Miss Jenny then provided the class with another ten words to word on. Isabelle was a little embarrassed at the mistakes the made, but, it made her feel better that her mistakes were mostly with really long and hard words. 'Miss Jenny even said the same thing,' Isabelle noted to herself, as she had to erase the mistake she made spelling the word "eight" again with her pencil. 'What a silly way to spell that word.' Miss Jenny apparently agreed, and for the next topic, the class worked on something called "homophones," which Isabelle and a few other students laughed about. 'It's a silly sounding word,' Isabelle thought. But the concept was really cool - the entire lesson was all about words that sound the same, but are spelled differently. Isabelle never knew that existed - "I just thought you spelled them the same if they sounded the same," Isabelle answered, when Miss Jenny had asked the question. "Most people do Isabelle, very good!" Miss Jenny responded. 'But that's why we come to school, we get to learn how to spell each unique word, even if it does sound like another word." So the class proceeded through a work sheet that Miss Jenny handed out on homophones. 'Miss Jenny seems to have a work sheet or stencil for everything!' Isabelle thought, as she worked through this particularly challenging one. 'I wish all schools did this!" As the afternoon went on, Miss Jenny shifted to other subjects, and Isabelle lost interest. While they were halfway through their math lesson, Isabelle had to raise her hand to use the bathroom, finding that she rather urgently needed to go. Once she had permission, Isabelle made her way to the toilet to pee, but unfortunately all the stalls were occupied. Isabelle waited the best she could, but her need became more urgent. Isabelle started dancing from foot to foot, waiting as patiently as she could, but her need was becoming desperate. Just when Isabelle thought of finding another bathroom, she heard one of the toilets flush, and the door started to open. Isabelle made her way to the stall, only to find a familiar face pop out. "Oh Hi Isabelle!" Miss Amber said, enthusiastically, seeing the small girl in front of her. Amber immediately recognized what was going on, Isabelle bouncing from one foot the other other, and a hand pressed against her crotch. "I thought you were practicing your dancing out here! Go ahead sweetie!" Isabelle didn't need to wait to be told - she went right by Amber, pulled her pants and panties down, and jumped on the toilet. As she did, Isabelle noticed she had forgotten something. 'I forgot to close the door!' Isabelle was sitting on the toilet and had already started peeing, so could not do anything about it. Amber however, saw the problem and walked over, holding the door shut. "Isabelle! You need to make sure to close the door. I've got it....don't worry." Isabelle was too embarrassed to respond, but managed to squeak out a "thank you!" Isabelle wrapped up her business, before pulling her pants back up, and making her way to the bathroom door. "All done, you can let go!" Amber released the top of the door, letting Isabelle out. "You need to lock it before you sit next time," Amber said stifling a laugh. Isabelle didn't notice, and simply nodded, before leaving and going to the sink to wash your hands. "Okay good. I hope that when you come to my class next week, you pee before you come. The only happy feet I want to see are dancing ones." Amber said, before leaving. Isabelle was unphased by the remark, but made a mental note to herself that Amber was right - Isabelle should probably pee before her dance classes started next week. With that, Isabelle finished drying her hands and made her way back to Miss Jenny's class. The remainder of the afternoon passed without much to report. Isabelle did her best to focus on class, but found it hard. She was feeling rather tired; it felt like the day had been going on forever. Isabelle was relieved when the bell at the end of the day rang, and started to pack her things up. "Okay everyone. Before you leave. Remember - starting next week, you start your arts programs in the afternoon. So we only have morning class. Be sure to get here on time, because we are going to be starting right away next week. And have a great weekend everyone." Isabelle finished packing her things, and made her way over to Charlotte's desk. "Her Char..lie. I brought you the Emerald Chronicle book. You said you wanted to borrow up," Isabelle said, offering the book to Charlie at her desk. Charlie looked at Isabelle, and back at the book, and then to Isabelle again, her eyes going wide. 'Shoot. Did I do something wrong?' Isabelle wondered. 'I cant afford to keep making mista... Isabelle was cut off as Charlie stood up, and hugged Isabelle tightly, screaming "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! This is amazing Isabelle. I PROMISE to return it in perfect condition." Isabelle watched as Charlie stuck it in her desk, and turned back to Isabelle "I just can't bring it home, or else my mom will get made at me! I'll start reading it next week at lunch. Can I ask you questions if I have any?!" Charlie asked Isabelle, her excitement not going away. "Sure!" Isabelle responded. It felt like Isabelle was finally making a friend, so she would be willing to do almost anything to keep that going. 'Plus I love talking about the Emerald Chronicles. So it literally would be my pleasure.' Charlie waved goodbye and ran out the classroom door, her joy exuberant. Isabelle made her way out of class too, waving goodbye to Miss Jenny along the way. Isabelle was about to head to the library when she remembered that Jess was picking her up right after school, and so instead headed to the front of the school where the kids signed out. As Isabelle rounded the corner, she spotted Jess immediately, who was first in line to check Isabelle out of school. Jess was wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants, and a cute, fashionable black top. Isabelle waved vigorously at Jess, who held her arms out for a hug. In response, Isabelle jogged toward Jess and jumped up into her arms, Jess lifting Isabelle up in the air with ease. "Hi Jess! You're first in line! That's crazy!" Isabelle said, as Jess placed her down on the grown, and signed her out with Miss Amber. "Well I was just too excited to spend the rest of the day with you! Now come, we have to go pick Becky up at pre-school. Can you be my helper?" Jess asked Isabelle, as she took Isabelle's hand and walked her out of the school. Isabelle liked being thought of as a helper. "Yes! I'll be the best helper!" Isabelle shouted in response. Isabelle continued to hold Jess's hand, but was jumping around, spinning, and full of energy. Something about leaving school re-energized her, and Isabelle was excited to spend to time with Becky as well. Jess simply laughed, and pushed the door to the school open, putting on her sunglasses, and pulling Isabelle toward her car. When they reached Jess's van, Jess walked Isabelle to the passenger side, opening the automatic door. Once the door opened completely, and before Isabelle could react, Jess picked Isabelle up and placed her into the seat behind the passenger. Only it wasn't just the seat of the car - there was a booster seat on it, and Jess had placed Isabelle on the booster, before reaching for the seatbelt, and buckling Isabelle in. "There we go," Jess said, before pushing the button to close the door. Isabelle settled herself into the booster seat, noting its distinct advantage for peering out the window. 'It does boast a better view.' Isabelle saw no reason to complain. Looking over at the other middle seat, Isabelle could see Eric's car seat - 'It's not as if I'm stuck in one of those.' Jess entered the driver's seat, turning to make sure Isabelle was okay. "All set?" Isabelle nodded. Jess smiled, turning the car on, and offering one last "Off we go then!"

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!

I didn't pee, but I left a water bottle on top of my waterproof pad and apparently didn't tighten the cap all the way. It was wet ALL over. Definitely glad my bed is protected and could throw the pad to dry va sleeping in a wet bed!

Hi Max. Nice to meet you too. Nobody here thinks diapers are weird (perhaps dry ones 😊). Hope you have a great time getting to know everyone.

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)).

I recently read a statistic online that on average babies go through 6000 diapers from newborn through potty training. Actually I found different numbers ranging from 6000 to 8000 diapers depending on the source. But let’s take 6000 for simplicity. This means if you’ve worn 6000 adult diapers, congrats! You’ve worn more diapers as a “grown up” than as a baby. Going through 6000 diapers may seem like a lot, but if you wear full time and go through 4 diapers a day, it only takes 4 years. Even if you wore casually and averaged 2 diapers a day, it would take a mere 8 years to reach that point. So my guess is that for most of us here, we hit the “6000 club” years ago or even decades ago without ever realizing it.

Wow! that is interesting! thanks! Us babies sure do go through a LOT of diapers!😁😏♥️😊🚼🍼👶😉

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.

Mikey finally gets the thing he has wanted and needed ever since the accident. --- If you enjoyed this you can see the start of my next story RIGHT NOW. It's a story of regression, acceptance and found family... with more than a hint of embarrassment as well!: https://www.patreon.com/posts/livys-new-family-83177683 --- Patreon is my ONLY source of income and it is the support of my readers that allow me to write as much as I do. My Patreon is FAIRER than ever. If you decide to support me you will only be charged on the day you support each month (so if you sign up on the 22nd you won't be charged again until the 22nd of next month), this is different to a lot of Patreons which charge you on the day you sign up and then the 1st of each month. For $5 a month you can see every update I post one week before everyone else. For $10 you get early access PLUS 46 stories EXCLUSIVE to Patreon. There are more tiers and rewards available. You can find them all here: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Any and all support is really, really appreciated. It helps me to pay the bills and buy the nappies! --- Mikey’s mouth dropped open as the shirt lifted up and Milena’s heaving bosom bounced slightly. The bra trying to keep the massive milk mounds under control looked like it could break at any moment, it didn’t seem like a fair job though Mikey wasn’t sure there was a bra in the world that could be doing a better job. Milena reached behind her and just a couple of seconds later the thin material holding the breasts in place dropped off. As Milena pulled it off her body and dropped it to the side Mikey felt like he might faint. This had seemed like such an unobtainable goal and yet here it was, right in front of his face. The breasts were inches away, the nipples sitting invitingly as if begging to have Mikey’s lips wrapped around them. There were little beads of milk already forming. “Why don’t you come over here?” Milena suggested as she leaned back and patted her lap. Mikey didn’t need telling twice. With his face red and his mouth salivating he turned sideways and pushed himself across Milena’s lap. When in the right place he felt one of Milena’s arms cradling his head, he turned his face to see Milena’s face looking down at him with a smile, her breast was centimeters away. There were a couple of seconds of hesitation before Milena lifted Mikey’s head ever so slightly. Mikey opened his mouth and felt the nipple brush past his lips. He immediately latched on and couldn’t stop a small moan escaping as he started sucking. The milk squirted into his mouth and he moaned as he greedily swallowed it up. He had missed this so much. As soon as he started sucking the teat all reservations disappeared and he felt like he could never let go. Milena instantly knew this was different. She leaned back in her seat and had to catch her breath as she looked down at the young man now latched firmly to her breast. Usually when a patient fed from Milena their suckling was slow and measured, Mikey had immediately started drinking like a real baby. His sucking had an urgency to it that Milena wasn’t used to, the only time she had experienced this was when Milena had fed Mikey when he was really a baby. She closed her eyes and settled backwards. “Ooh…” Milena could feel her heart hammering as she relaxed into the feeding. She could feel a sticky wetness between her legs. Mikey was in heaven. He pressed his face against the giant breast as he drew the nipple as deep into his mouth as possible. His hands went up and he gently held the boob as if frightened it would suddenly disappear if he didn’t keep it there. After so long without drinking the milk from the source he was ravenous. The only pause in Mikey’s feeding was to let out a loud belch. He barely paused for a second before latching on again. The milk flowed freely into his mouth as he tried to press himself even closer to Milena. He could feel his belly filling with the greatest drink it was possible to have. Milena’s face flushed red as she shifted in her seat. It was impossible to stay still as electricity seemed to flow through her. She squeezed her thighs together and tried to rub her sensitive crotch, she couldn’t help herself, breast feeding had always excited her but the way Mikey was doing it was like another level compared to how she usually felt. Mikey flicked the nipple in his mouth. He used his tongue to squeeze the nipple against the roof of his mouth and felt a fresh squirt of watery milk. His taste buds were awash with the sweet goodness. If he had his choice he would never let go, he had visions of himself ballooning up as he filled with Milena’s milk. Milena was panting and rocking back and forth a little. She could feel her muscles tensing deep inside her body, a pressure growing and growing ever higher with every one of Mikey’s eager sucks. The way he fed so quickly but also keeping a perfect rhythm was very impressive. Milena was increasingly of the opinion that Mikey had been born for this, he was the perfect breast feeder. Mikey didn’t need to be told to swap breasts. Once he felt he had drained most of the milk from one boob Mikey quickly scooted over and took the other within his mouth. The first few sucks were unrewarded but then milk started flowing and Mikey’s desperate and insatiable thirst was indulged once again. Milena knew she was about to orgasm. The ball of pleasure that had started behind her breasts had expanded and now seemed to fill her up, she almost felt like she was glowing as she teetered on the precipice of climax. “Just like that…” Milena breathed, “Yes, baby, just like that.” Milena shuddered as she felt an orgasm rush over her. It was unlike any climax she had ever enjoyed, it felt like a pulsing wave that started in her centre and moved out like ripples on the water. She couldn’t quite disguise her high-pitched whine. It was only after a minute when Milena’s need was sated that she realised her hands had gripped Mikey’s head and had been pushing him so hard against her breast that she might’ve been suffocating him. “Sorry.” Milena said as she released Mikey’s head. The young man was looking up at her, a trail of milk coming out the side of his mouth. Mikey went straight back to the teat and continued to feed. He didn’t know what had happened to Milena but he didn’t care, as long as he was allowed this wonderful drink he wouldn’t complain about anything. As he sucked down the milk he felt his bladder wanting to release. Despite not being diapered and knowing where he was he just couldn’t seem to stop himself from letting go. Mikey sighed as he relaxed. He felt a sudden rush of wet heat on his thighs, it soaked his shorts and ran down on to Milena’s lap. Mikey didn’t let up in his suckling for a second. Even though it wasn’t the biggest wetting of all time it was impossible to ignore and Mikey wondered if Milena felt it soaking into her pants the same way it was for him. When Mikey had finally had his fill a couple of minutes later his head finally separated with Milena’s breast with a wet slurp. He was still being cradled by Milena and he looked up at her with reverence. He didn’t feel like he ever wanted to leave this position for fear that Milena would never let him do this again. The silence felt cozy with both Mikey and Milena panting and lost in thought. “I think you need a bath.” Milena finally said, “And I need a change of clothes.” “Sorry.” Mikey bashfully apologized. “Don’t worry.” Milena said softly, “I would’ve said something earlier but you seemed so relaxed. It looks like you really needed that.” Mikey went to sit up but Milena held him in place. She rose to her feet and turned Mikey so he was held vertically to her chest. Mikey’s head nestled comfortably in between the two fleshy orbs on Milena’s chest. He could feel Milena’s hand under his butt and settling Mikey against her upper body. Mikey didn’t complain, he leaned against Milena and listened to her heartbeat. Mikey was carried up to the bathroom before he was set down. He wasn’t totally sure what was happening but after the feeding he felt sluggish and agreeable to anything. He was still lost in the bliss of a proper feeding. Any thoughts of adulthood now felt a million miles away. “I’ll run you a bath.” Milena said softly. As the tub started to fill Milena pulled down Mikey’s wet clothes and stripped him naked. She smiled, the young man seemed to have very little embarrassment about being naked in front of her. She noticed he was acting like this had happened a thousand times before, whether Nadine used to do this as well or not Mikey seemed comfortable. “I’ll be right back. I’ll get changed and then be back.” Milena said. When Mikey nodded she patted him on the head and left the bathroom. Back in her bedroom Milena took a deep breath in through her nose and then out through her mouth. She couldn’t believe how much had happened. She pulled her shirt over her head and looked into the mirror, her nipples seemed a little red from all the attention but otherwise she looked physically the same. She stepped out of her wet pants and panties, not all the fluid soaking into her clothes was Mikey’s. As she looked back into the mirror she cupped her breasts and then let her hands wander downwards. She touched her most sensitive area. “Nadine, I promise I’ll take care of Mikey.” Milena said. Milena turned away from the mirror and walked over to her closet. She unhooked a bathrobe and slipped it on. As she tied the cord around the middle she had to be careful to stop her boobs from spilling back out of them. She took another deep breath and walked back down to the bathroom. She saw Mikey sitting in the tub and reaching for the sponge. “Let me…” Milena said as she took the soap and a flannel. Mikey sat in the tub as he was soaped up by Milena. He felt so relaxed, that he almost fell asleep whilst leaning back against the tub. Milena’s breasts were still uncovered and swayed over the edge of the bath, they were almost hypnotic for Mikey who watched them happily as he was washed. Milena hummed a tune Mikey didn’t recognize and yet felt strangely familiar. “Do you remember when I used to bathe you when you were little?” Milena asked with a smile as she brushed Mikey’s hair out of his eyes, “I used to hum to you just like this. It always used to make you smile. Some things never change, eh?” Mikey smiled lazily up at Milena. The more things change the more they stay the same and after all these years Mikey was still satisfied and made happy by the same things that had pleased him as a baby. The only thing that had changed was the size of his appetite. Mikey relaxed and laid back as Milena soaped up and rinsed him off. She took her time and kept up a pleasant stream of casual conversation. Mikey only interjected when Milena started rubbing his belly a little too hard, he was still full of milk after all. He had drunk more milk from Milena than he had ever done before. Mikey stayed in the water until the water started to get cold. When Milena was finally pleased with Mikey’s cleanliness she drained the tub and lifted him back to the floor. With a large fluffy towel she dried the young man who swayed on the spot, it was clear he was very tired after everything that had happened. “I think a nap is in order.” Milena said as she finished drying Mikey, “For both of us.” Mikey nodded his head as he was led by the shoulders back to his room. He was like putty in Milena’s hands as he followed her unspoken commands. He laid down on the edge of the bed and looked up at the ceiling. For some reason he knew what was coming, it just seemed right. “I think one of these is in order.” Milena said as she tapped her fingers on the plastic padding of a diaper, “We don’t want another repeat of downstairs after all.” “Umm… Could I… Umm…” Mikey stuttered as he looked up at Milena. Despite everything that had happened he still found himself blushing at what he wanted to ask. “What is it?” Milena’s smile faltered, “You don’t have to wear one if you don’t want to. I just thought…” “Oh, I do!” Mikey said perhaps a little too enthusiastically. He looked to the side and took a deep breath, “I was wondering if I could have one of the ones from your therapy room…” “The one’s with the cute little pictures?” Milena asked. Mikey nodded his head and then covered his face. He felt like he was going redder than a tomato. He heard Milena make an “aww” sound and when he dared to peak through his fingers he saw Milena smiling in understanding. “Of course you can.” Milena gave Mikey a little wink before turning and walking out of the room. Mikey couldn’t believe what was happening. Just the day before he had been increasingly desperate to drink some milk and have some of the comfort he had experienced with his mother. He had never thought it could be replicated, that the bond between him and his mother was irreplaceable. Mikey wasn’t thinking that Milena could replace his mother, nobody could do that, but his relationship with Milena was blooming into the motherly sort of thing he so desperately needed. Milena returned half a minute after leaving. She was holding one of the thick diapers Mikey had seen from the other night. He felt his heart flutter a little at the sight of Milena walking in with it. As she unfolded it Mikey lifted his butt into the air. When he lowered back down he could already feel the increased thickness. Milena had brought back more than just the diaper. She twisted the top on a bottle of baby powder and started lightly sprinkling it over Mikey’s crotch. She was well-versed in changing adult diapers but had never felt such devotion to the person she was pampering as she did with Mikey. The diaper was pulled up between Mikey’s thighs and taped closed seconds later. Milena tested the fit by pulling on the waistband and leg bands. She ran her hand over the front of the smooth plastic. Somehow the infantile looking diaper was perfect for the young man who already looked ready for his nap. “And done.” Milena said as she patted the diaper a couple of times. He crinkled as he rolled over and slipped underneath the covers. Milena sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the young man’s hair. She felt some conflict about what happened though. Had she simply been giving Mikey, and to a lesser extent herself, what they both needed? Or had she taken advantage of a young man still grieving for his mother? “Have a nice rest.” Milena finally said as Mikey rolled over to face her, “I think after our naps we need to have a discussion about the future of our… relationship.” --- As things stand this is the FINAL part. I wrote this story for another person and this is where it ended with a follow-up planned but never followed through with.

Hi Brian, Thank you for your detailed mail. I think there are indeed some - especially older people who have continence problems and are poorly cared because they either do not want to admit the problem or do not seek help because they think that's just the way it is. People who are affected by incontinence and have a job can hardly afford such a posture and wet pants and will choose a suitable aid. I mean - that's why these things are called "aids" because they try to compensate a disability. It's just like you say - it's good that you can choose between many different aids. In the end, everyone has to decide for themselves what works for them best and what does not. For me it was - despite my "history" also a process and I can say that despite my DL experiences when this started I definitely did not want to run around in diapers. I used as long as it was possible pads because they were in some respects better to handle. When that was no longer possible, I tried it with condoms catheters - unfortunately with moderate success, although I found the things actually already practical. Later, due to problems with my spine, I developed fecal incontinence and my urinary incontinence got worse, so I could no longer do without diapers. Nevertheless, I was and am really glad that there are now many discreet functioning aids available with which this can be compensated, because otherwise I could not continue to work and that would have been really bad. However - a realization was that many worries regarding the perception of the situation really take place almost exclusively in one's own head. The more problems you have with your own situation, the more you believe that others feel the same way. But this is almost always wrong. Personally, with very few exceptions, it has not happened to me that people - when they have learned about my health problems - have not appreciated me. It is rather that they want to help somehow and are sometimes a bit disturbed when they begin to understand that there is no easy solution. When people are confronted with disability, it often causes uncertainty and fear because many have not dealt with it. Not least perhaps because it makes simply times fear to consider how fast this can catch one. I think it is the same with the aids - although some are more curious. On the subject of diapers and incontinence aids: I don't think they have a bad reputation. Incontinence has a bad reputation - because many people find it unhygienic and disgusting. Exactly this leads to questions like this, because no "normal" person can imagine that someone wears diapers voluntarily. Exactly this is then a problem for DL's but not for those affected by incontinence. They have to fight rather with the prejudice unhygienic and disgusting what has to do with diapers but only on the edge.

I chose "Yes, I conquered my fear/embarrassment/anxiety about having to wear diapers by turning those feelings into joy, happiness and/or pleasure. because being an adult baby, I am so use to wearing diapers that it has become very normal for me and I am finding joy that I am kept in diapers permanently. Being an adult baby and a full time permanent adult baby, I have reached the point in my life where, wearing diapers have become so normal for me. I am so use to wearing diapers out in the open and in front of people so much that it pretty much is normal for me. I have many times worn diapers and a t-shirt in front of people that it's become very normal for me. I know people in my life that see me more as an adult baby than a grown up, adult and big kid. They even treat me as an adult baby instead of an adult, grown up and big kid. They even know that I am never going to be potty trained and they are comfortable in knowing that I will never be potty trained and I will always be kept in diapers. Since being an adult baby and especially a full time permanent adult baby, who's kept in diapers permanently and for the rest of my life. I find it a joy, pleasure and happiness in knowing that I can always be young, diapered and babied for the rest of my life. That I no longer call myself a normal adult and I always call myself an adult baby instead of an adult, big kid or even a grown up. I know I am always going to be an adult baby no matter who I am or what I am and whenever I am among adults, grown ups and big kids, I am always gona be seen and regard as an adult baby and never an adult, grown up or even big kid. I even know that potty training is never going to happen for me and I know I am always going to be stuck in diapers. Which I am very happy, excited and proud to know that I am always going to be diapered and know that I am never, ever getting out of them anytime soon. It's why I don't see anything wrong with being kept in diapers and being an adult baby. To me being an adult baby is a form of adulthood and a way with dealing with the stress of adulthood. On top of that being kept in diapers, I see diapers as a pair of shorts and underwear in one and nothing to be ashamed of. It's why being an adult baby, I think it's totally normal if any ABDL wants to wear their diapers out in the open and in front of people. It's why I am all for normalizing diapers in society as well.

Try adding some corn and use a packaged gravy mix instead bbq sauce. Excellent.👌

Ah, to be young and innocent and full of raging hormones. The bathtub scene might well be your best to date. It sure brings back memories of a certain night on a Florida beach when I was 16.

I think we should be aware of the fact that there is a growing aversion to making personal desires an identity to be recognized and protected by society. Ben Shapiro seems to be one of the guys who feels this aversion and speaks out about it. I think he is a force to be reckoned with and I agree with him. We must keep it to ourselves and not become a burden to society by demanding attention and respect. How about you?

The LETO Syndicate A girl wakes up on a bus on it's way to a large, windowless building in the middle of nowhere, strapped to a large car seat, alongside a couple dozen others like her. No doubt you've heard this story before. But I hope I can still surprise you all with my own little twist on the much loved scenario! This one is a lot shorter than my usual stories (mine are usually 40 and an epilogue, though some go way above that), at around half my usual length. It's also very different from my usual stories, but I won't spoil anything. Regression, humiliation, strong Nannies, a strict Headmistress, lesbian romance... it's got it all! Two chapters per week, as usual. Every Wednesday and Sunday. And as usual, if you want two weeks early access to chapters of my current ongoing story, you can sub to my Patreon. You'll also get access to my discord server to discuss chapters there and stuff. And also to tease me apparently. Grr. I hope I've covered everything that needs saying and I hope everyone enjoys this story as much as my other stories! Please feel free to leave comments and feedback, I love reading it all! Also, please link to my stories rather than posting them as files when sharing with others! Chapter 1: Arrival The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess Pulling against the straps holding me in place, strapped tightly into this stupidly comfortable seat that felt more like a baby’s car seat than a normal bus seat, I wondered to myself how I got into this position. I struggled against the wrist straps first, hoping they would give way, even if only the tiniest amount, to allow me to attempt to escape. But alas, they were on as tight as possible. So when that failed, I tried my legs. I quickly found they too were secured to the seat and I was unable to move them. The best I could do was wriggle, and the only part of me that wasn’t completely secured was my head and neck. They even put a strap around my waist, holding me back in my seat. Thankfully, as I stopped focusing on myself, and started focusing on my surroundings… I saw I wasn’t the only one. And just like me, they were all wearing identical white scrubs. Turning to my immediate left, sat next to the window, I saw what looked to be an angel. Beautiful long, blonde hair… shining blue eyes… petite and looking she was around her late twenties… this girl was beautiful. Like the kind of girl I always dreamed I’d be with, but knew I had no shot with. Not that I’m a bad looking gal, just… this girl was gorgeous. Those dazzling blue eyes were concentrating on the window, looking out into the barren green fields, out into the middle of nowhere. “There’s nothing out there. Plus the windows are tinted…” I said to her, trying to initiate conversation. “Sorry?” She said, quickly turning around to look at me. “If you think you’re going to flag someone down to rescue you… no one can see in. I saw this van from the outside before I was taken.” “Oh… no… it’s not that. I just… it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She asked, sounding so… carefree right now. I looked out of the window at the picture-perfect country scene. “I suppose it is. You… you don’t seem worried…” I said, suspicious of why she sounded so carefree right now. “Neither do you…” She replied. “Oh I am, believe me. But my Dad always taught me to keep calm if anything like this ever happened. To not antagonise your kidnapper. What about you, why aren’t you worried?” “I figured this would happen to me.” “Wait… what? You figured you’d be kidnapped by some shady, burly men in guard uniforms and shoved on a bus with tinted windows?” “Not exactly that… but…” She took one long sigh and looked me in the eyes. “My sister went missing last year. She looked just like me. Only a year older than me too. And out of nowhere… vanished. I spent the last year worried that it’d happen to me too. You hear about all these girls going missing in town… I knew it would happen sooner or later.” “Where are you from?” I asked her, wondering what town she had been taken from, which town she was talking about. Her accent sounded Northern, but I was useless with accents so couldn’t pinpoint exactly where she was from. “Sheffield. Why, what about you?” She asked. “I’m from Bath. Sorry, I was just wondering where your accent was from.” “So… so we’re completely different ends of the country. That’s weird.” She said, rolling her eyes towards the window again. “Yeah… they must take girls like us from all over the country and take us to… wherever they’re taking us. Do you recognise any of the landscape?” “Nope. It’s nice though. Very nature…y.” She smiled, making my heart flutter. “Yeah it’s quite nice. I… I wonder where they’re taking us though, out in the middle of nowhere.” “Probably some secret facility.” She whispered, grinning. “And how do you know that?” I asked. “Just a guess. It’s what I’d do.” I laughed, causing me to gain the attention of one of the guards at the front of the bus. “What you’d do?” I whispered. “Yeah, if I kidnapped a bunch of pretty girls, I’d take them to a facility in the middle of nowhere.” ‘Wait… does she think I’m pretty?’ I thought to myself, my heart aflutter. “And what would you do with them? Sell them? Experiment on them? Fuck them until they’re your obedient little whores?” I joked. She paused for a second, thinking, making me worry I had gone too far with the joke. “Probably just play video games with them and eat pizza.” She grinned. “Remind me to get kidnapped by you next time.” I replied, smiling. She smiled back in what looked to be a flirty manner. But hey, what do I know? I haven’t done the whole dating game thing in a while. “So… what were you doing when you were taken?” She asked. “I was at a bar, getting hammered with my mates. Susie had just ordered another round, and I got a phone call. So I went outside, out into the back alley to take the call, and… that’s when I was taken. Bag over head, injection in my neck… world went black. Woke up slightly as they were loading us all on, that’s when I saw the outside of this bus, but quickly went under again. Then, like you, woke up on this journey to nowhere. What about you?” “I had just gotten off from a late night at work. Walking home… I was followed by a couple of rough-looking guys. Tried to dodge them by heading down another street… but they had backup. Grabbed me, shot me with something in the neck, bag over head just like you. Fun times.” “You’re awfully more relaxed than everyone else on here…” I commented. We both looked around at the other passengers. The ones currently in the same predicament, tied to these ‘car seat’ things. Three guards patrolled the aisle, keeping an eye out on each person. Upon closer inspection, some passengers were still asleep. Obviously whatever drug our kidnappers had used worked differently depending on the person. Some were wide awake… but were gagged. They had probably tried to fight back or argue… or even bite. Some were just like me and my new friend, chatting and trying to keep calm, but there were only a few of those. Most were panicking. “I’m not exactly a glass-half-full kinda girl. Not exactly optimistic in the first place, even before being kidnapped.” My new friend shrugged. “Ah… same.” “Sorry, Where are my manners…” She said, “I’m Sarah.” “Judy.” I replied. “Well it’s nice to meet you, Judy.” Sarah smiled. “It’s nice to meet you too, Sarah. Hey… just wondering…” “What?” “Can… Can we try to stick together, whatever happens? I think it’ll improve our chances of getting through this in one piece if we watch each other’s backs.” I suggested. “I mean… sure? I don’t know how easy that will be though… We still don’t know what they have planned. And they could easily split us up.” “QUIET!” One of the guards shouted, the one at the front. “We’re arriving…” “Arriving where?” I whispered to Sarah. “I guess we’re going to find out…” Sarah replied, shrugging her shoulders. The bus turned off the main road, down a private road leading to a large prison-like gate. Stopping at what was probably a checkpoint, the front door of the bus opened and the bus driver started chatting to one of the guards outside. I tried to listen to what they were saying, but I couldn’t make out anything at this distance, it’s a shame we weren’t sitting closer to the front. “What are they saying?” Sarah asked. “No idea. Probably just checking in.” I replied. The doors closed suddenly and I saw the gate in front start opening slowly, rattling the whole way. “Looks like we’re here…” Sarah said. My heart was racing as we slowly drove down the long road, towards what looked like a prison complex. At least that’s what it looked like on the outside. But not one of those usual old prisons we have in the UK, but a much more modern one. One that looked more like a billionaire’s nuclear bunker or something, or a super modern art gallery. Just big blocks of white stone with no windows and only one door on the front. That probably isn’t the only door, but that was the only one in view. “That… is an evil villain’s lair…” Sarah commented. “Yeah, not the friendliest-looking place…” I replied, smirking. “Maybe it’s all kittens and rainbows on the inside?” “Oh and teddy bears and hugs?” She laughed quietly, as to not alert the guard. “And pillows and sweeties!” “That wouldn’t be so bad…” “QUIET!” The guard shouted again. The whole bus then slowly came to a standstill, and not a single noise was made as the engine calmed down. “No talking. Or else. No resisting. Or else. No trying to escape…” That’s when I fucked up. “Or else?” I asked. A gasp of around a dozen people or more filled the bus as the guard who was talking stared directly at me, clearly pissed. “What was that?” The guard growled as he walked slowly down the aisle towards me. “I… I…” “I said ‘or else?’” Sarah said from beside me, as if she was willing to take the blame for it. I turned to my side and looked Sarah in the eyes. She just stared back and smiled. “We stick together.” She whispered to me. “Oh, it was you was it?” The guard asked, looking at her. “Yes. I was just confirming…” “It was me. I was just confirming…” I interrupted, before being interrupted myself by the angry-looking guard. “You both want to own up to it? Big mistake. One strike for both of you.” He growled. “And three strikes and we’re out?” I asked, in a cocky manner that I quickly regretted as the tall, muscly man looked down at me. “One strike equals one punishment.” He grinned, cockily. “Ooooh punishment! What, are you going to spank us?” Sarah joined in, laughing. “Have fun later, girls…” He said as he walked off to the front of the bus again, pulling out what looked to be a computer tablet and pressing a couple of buttons on it. I swear I could see a picture of me and a picture of Sarah on it as he closed it down and slipped it back into his large pocket. “That… wasn’t that bad. Though we really shouldn’t have pissed off that guy… it could backfire on us.” Sarah said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m pretty sure it has. But thanks for sticking up for me back there.” I replied, smiling up at her sweetly. “Hey, you said we stick together, right? I’ve got your back, if you have mine.” “Of course. I wonder what punishment we’ll get…” “Well we still don’t know if this is like a sex thing or a prison thing or an illegal experimentation thing. Either way… I’m not looking forward to seeing what we get.” Sarah sighed. “RIGHT! ONE BY ONE. LETS GO BOYS.” The main guard said, as the other two went to the front seats and then just as I thought they’d undo the restraints to get the first passengers off… they just lifted the whole damn seat out and carried it out of the bus! Like… how freaking strong are they? As they carried the first two victims off, out of the bus, my hopes of trying to escape whilst I was unrestrained were dashed. And then a minute later… the guards returned. Taking the next two… they did this a bunch of times, making their way from the front of the bus to the back end where me and Sarah were sitting. They slowly removed each and every victim that they had most likely kidnapped and took them off the bus, without removing them from these weird baby-car seat things. I counted along, seeing how many they had taken, as I couldn’t tell on the way here from where I was sitting, but it looked to be about twenty in front of us… and I had a feeling there were maybe six behind us I think? And before long… It was our turn. “Time for the troublemakers…” the main guard said, taking over from the guard who was doing our side. “I’ll get little miss trouble, you get the bratty little princess.” The other guard didn’t say a word, he just nodded. Uncoupling my seat from the bus, the main guard lifted me up with no effort and carried me towards the front of the bus. And that’s when the pit of dread started forming in my stomach. But nothing would have prepared me for what I saw next. ========================================================= So... thoughts so far? I know it's only the first chapter, but it's not my usual kind of story and so far those on my patreon are loving it, so I hope you all love it too! 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!

Hi there. I'm Max, I'm 26 years old and I'm a diaper lover. Over 2 years ago, I remember wanting to wear diapers again. Growing up as a kid I wore pull-ups until I was 8 years old. I never really got to be a kid due to living in a dysfunctional home. But 2 years ago, I grew a sense of curiosity and wanted to wear diapers again. I looked on Amazon for adult diapers and was surprised by the selection they had. I discovered brands like Rearz and Littleforbig. The first diapers I bought were Lil Monsters and when I got home from work, I put one on and it felt super comfortable. I've never told anyone I love to wear diapers (not even my family) because anyone would think it was weird. But I found this community and realized I'm not alone. It's good to find people that are non-judgmental. Anyway. It's nice to meet you all 😊

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

Thanks to @Upzydaisy for donating $25!

LOL yep thats about it. Now can you find a version where a man sings it?

I tried wetting before. Both times it was when I was alone and sort of a mental state thing to lead into diapers, sort of "This is why you belong in them!" in my own head. I can see the appeal but the fun wears off and diapers make an easier clean ip

This is interesting, thanks! I was trying to figure out the math on when I'll have been in diapers longer the second time 'round than the first. I'm 4 years 24/7 as of the end of March, but, while I was out of diapers full-time by around age 3, I wore diapers to bed until I was about 10 and a half, so doing this calculation using time as the measure requires a bit of mental gymnastics... I guess I was getting into a diaper sometime before I went to bed, so let's call that 8 PM most days, and I was getting up and taking my diaper off by about 8 AM most days, so, if we say I was in diapers half the time from age 3 to age 10.5, that's, uh, 7.5 years, divided in half, which is 3.75 years... plus my first 3 years of 24/7 as a baby... ergo, I wore diapers for 6.75 year-equivalents when I was a kid? Doing that by estimated number of diapers, rather than by time, is interesting... I was using one diaper a night on average once I graduated from wearing them during the day, so if we accept the number 6000 as being realistic for early childhood, and then add 1 per night for 7.5 more years, that's 2737 + 6000, so, 8737 total diapers worn as a kid. I'd throw a few more on there for the times when I wore them in the car on vacations and such, so let's say 8800. However, the math on my ongoing 24/7 stint as an adult gets harder, because there are some days where I only use 2 diapers, and some days where I use 4. A lot of days end up as 3 diapers days - one "super-duty" overnight diaper that often takes me from bedtime until noon the next day, then an afternoon diaper that could probably hold more than I give it, but I'll change out of it at around the dinner hour because I'm often out and about and don't want to run the kids around or shop or visit friends while wearing a diaper that's close to expiring, so diaper number 3 comes into the lineup and carries me to bedtime. If I do something sweaty or dirty like cutting the lawn or going to the gym, diaper number 4 might come into the picture, though it would usually be a lower end product only good for a couple of hours. Let's say I'm wearing 3 per day on average: 365 X 3 is 1095, X 4.166 (4 years and 2 months) = 4561.77, so let's say 4562 so far, since I've never worn a fraction of a diaper. At that rate, I'll need to have been been 24/7 as an adult for 8.036 years before I eclipse my original term in diapers. I'm going to transplant this math over to my 24/7 thread as well, as I actually meant to figure this out at some point. Thanks for spurring the thought process, @Enthusi!

They all claim it's just water.

I believe these were my first. These were the ones I had had the easiest access to, until ‘96, when I could by them myself. Admittingly there were loose pull-ups, Goodnites, and a couple of adult diapers in the mix too.

I love pants and underwear pooping. Even though the cleanup is a little more difficult. It definitely has a greater feeling of embarrassment. I like the way a fully loaded pair of underwear bulges and sags under the weight of a heavy load.

So true! One thing that has helped me enormously, is to switch to cloth nappies. As I'm a side-sleeper, I get very conscious about pee creeping through my butt crack, and up onto the small of my back, where gravity will take over and cause leaks. Wearing plastic pants at night helps, but there's still that sensation of a potential leak. With my cloth nappies, I'm able to wrap the sides around to my belly far more than I could with disposables. So the side protection is so much more. My cloth nappies also are very high rise, extending up past my belly button. I really do feel quite wrapped and secure in them. So much so that I'm not worried about any leaks when sleeping on my side. Which meant that I detected my first sleep wetting the other day. It's such a mind-altering thing..

Check some of the YouTube vids from TheWolfePit: "Feed Your Family". And some of these look pretty good to me https://www.google.com/search?q=the+wolfepit+eating+on+a+budget&sxsrf=APwXEdeS-oVC1FBW0FxXdtoqOJCXrbXxWg%3A1684376072320&source=hp&ei=CIplZPe2EPmcptQP492N4AE&iflsig=AOEireoAAAAAZGWYGBUePEU-hY3xfJZ8Z8zU7tw2RdR5&ved=0ahUKEwj32tLr5f3-AhV5jokEHeNuAxwQ4dUDCAo&uact=5&oq=the+wolfepit+eating+on+a+budget&gs_lcp=Cgdnd3Mtd2l6EAMyBwghEKABEAoyBwghEKABEAoyBwghEKsCEAoyBwghEKsCEAo6BwgjEIoFECc6BAgjECc6CAgAEIoFEJECOgsIABCABBCxAxCDAToRCC4QgAQQsQMQgwEQxwEQ0QM6BQgAEIAEOggILhCABBDUAjoOCC4QigUQsQMQgwEQ1AI6BQguEIAEOg4ILhCDARDUAhCxAxCABDoOCC4QgAQQsQMQgwEQ1AI6CAguELEDEIAEOgsILhCABBCxAxCDAToUCC4QgAQQsQMQgwEQxwEQ0QMQ1AI6CAguEIAEELEDOgsILhCABBDHARCvAToLCC4QgAQQsQMQ1AI6CAgAEIAEELEDOggILhDUAhCABDoRCC4QgAQQxwEQrwEQmAUQmQU6CgguELEDEIAEEAo6BwgAEIAEEAo6BwgAEA0QgAQ6BggAEBYQHjoKCCEQFhAeEB0QCjoMCCEQFhAeEA8QHRAKUABY_T9gzFdoAHAAeACAAb8BiAG1G5IBBDcuMjSYAQCgAQE&sclient=gws-wiz

Hiii! Welcome! Diapers are great, cozy and comforting add a pacifier and you'll be in heaven. 🧜‍♂️

Welcome!

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.

Hey, everyone. This is a long shot but I'm looking for a particular DPF novelette that maybe some of the older users might have a copy of. It's called "In Training" and features an adult man, his wife, and her sister. Here is the full synopsis: In Training. AB D FGH J M R W Billie's new wife puts him in "Training Pants" to help him keep his outside pants dry. A trip to the Doctor's office determines that his problem is caused by a regressive nerve system condition. Diapers are utilized when his training pants prove inadequate. His wife finds the diaperings are a sexual turn-on, so she trains him to depend on her for all his care. She is soon joined by her sister. Billy becomes addicted to all the aspects of baby life, and finds that being cared for by two mommies makes him a very happy big baby. In fact, if anyone has any of the DPF stories or novelettes I would love to read them. Not the ones that are fucking creepy (I know the site had a problem with that shit during the later years). Thanks.

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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Chapter 25 – The Mystery Box Zack was so emotionally drained from the day that his position on the ride home, slouched over against the door so that his pacifier was out of view, caused him to fall asleep. He woke up with Kelly leaning over him to unbuckle his seatbelt. She stood back so that he could get out of the car, and then wiped the drool from his cheek with her hand as he walked by. He went to bolt up to the front door so that he wouldn’t have to stand on the driveway any longer than necessary, but Kelly halted him in his tracks. “Hang on, little man. This box is for you – you can carry it inside.” Zack said nothing. A car came driving over the hill at the top of the road, so Zack turned his face away from the road to try to shield his pacifier from view. He pulled his t-shirt down at the back. Once the car had passed, he walked to the back of the car, and Kelly handed him an eighteen-inch by eighteen-inch, unmarked box. It was relatively heavy, but squat. Not more diapers, anyway. He stood on the porch holding it, while Kelly unlocked the front door, mentally imploring her to hurry up, so that he could disappear from the public eye. The keypad beeped as Kelly punched in the code, and then they stepped into the foyer. Kelly pointed at the kitchen table, so he carried it over and put it down. Next, she unclipped his pacifier from his shirt, causing him to put his hand up to take it out, but then she grasped the hem of his t-shirt, and started pulling it up, instead. Zack raised his hands and tilted his head back so that the tether rolled over the rising collar of his t-shirt, and fell against his chest. Then Kelly hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the snug shorts she’d put him in, and tugged them down in one motion. This material does not resist sliding down. He stepped out of the shorts, which Kelly picked up. She walked over to the stairs and dropped both items he’d been wearing on the bottom step, then went to the kitchen and came back with a knife. She pierced the packing tape holding the top of the box shut, and then opened the cardboard flaps. Mercifully, he didn’t need to try on every item in the box, as he had last time; now, Kelly trusted their sizing guide. She pulled out two pairs of clear locking plastic panties, holding them briefly in the air in front of him. Then, a pair of white silence panties, two white snap-suits, then a white and a light blue sunsuit. Zack’s eyes bulged and his heart lurched when she extracted two pairs of plastic panties in light pink, but she did not hold them up in front of him, instead putting them to the side. She rummaged inside the box and extracted a sealed plastic bag, and then three more, placing them on the table in a stack before taking the knife and slitting open the side of the top bag. To Zack, it looked like the bag contained folded bedding or something. Kelly extracted two squares of thick white material that were stitched around the edges, and then unfolded one of them and held it up in front of Zack before folding it back into a smaller square and placing it on the pile. Zack was mystified. Kelly saw the quizzical look on his face and spoke. “They’re cloth diapers, sweetheart, for the cottage trip. At my sister’s place, you can wear your disposables, because they take their garbage to the dump. But when we go to my mother’s trailer, it’s deep in the woods. They try to reduce their trash output as much as possible, because they have to burn everything that they toss away that doesn’t compost, or, they have to drive it back into town with them. I don’t think we want to stand around the firepit while he tries to burn your plastic baby diapers every night.” Zack studied the white cloth squares. He had no idea how they became diapers. “On little babies, we’d fold these over to create layers before pinning them on, but they’ll fit on bigger babies if they’re left flat – we’ll just use a couple of them for absorbency.” Kelly unfolded one of the white cloth squares and held the corners against Zack’s hips. “Yup, these will fit.” Next, she reached back into the box, pulling out a cardboard blister package of safety pins with pink plastic heads. “Sorry, buddy, they were out of blue and white ones. You’re going to have to put up with pink pins. But I don’t think you’ll mind. Your sister is going to be wearing them as well, if it’s any consolation.” Kelly gave him a wink. Next, she pulled what looked like puffy cotton mittens out of the box, in light blue. “Here, give me your hands. Be happy I didn’t get the pink ones.” Zack held his hands out in front of him, and Kelly slid one of the mittens on each. They didn’t have thumbs and it didn’t seem to matter which hand they went on. At his wrist, she pulled a perforated plastic strap through a clasp with one of the plastic buttons on it, like on the snap-suits, until it was snug, then she pressed down on the button before moving to the other hand and performing the same action. “There you go, little man. Try and get those off.” Zack held them up and looked at them, pacifier strap hanging limply as he eyed them curiously. He tried to use one hand to pull the mitten off the other, but he realized that inside the cotton was a layer of thick plastic that was hard to bend. He could not form a grip. Next, he tried pinning one mitten against his belly with the other mitten, and then pulling his hand out, but the wrist closures were too snug. Finally, he dropped his hands to his sides and looked at Kelly from behind his pacifier. “Those are tamper mitts, my sneaky friend. From now on, if you’re not wearing tamper-proof clothes, you’ll be wearing those. Try and get your diaper off now.” Zack looked down at his diaper but didn’t motion to attempt to remove it. “That’s it for the fashion show, little man. Based on how sleepy you were in the car, I think it’s nap time. Head on up to your room and get into bed. I’ll come and get you up in a bit for your bottle.” Kelly reached up in front of his face and unfastened the dangling tether strap from his pacifier. “That’ll be a bit more comfortable, I’d imagine.” She said. She gave him a light swat on the seat of his diaper, then turned and walked into the kitchen, essentially dismissing him. Zack walked away, slowly making his way up the stairs to his room. His bedroom door was open. Once he got inside, he absentmindedly pushed it shut. Only once it had latched shut did he consider whether or not he still had it within his power to open it again. He tried squeezing the doorknob between his two hands and turning it, but the light blue cotton exterior fabric had no grip to it, and slid around the knob. If he really pressed his hands together, he thought he might be able to turn it far enough to open the door, although he’d probably have to rotate his upper body to do it. He decided that for now, it wasn’t worth the noise he might make. He was tired of Kelly, and, despite the fact that it was only late morning, he was tired of the day as a whole. He walked over to his bed and flopped down on top of the covers, pressing his face into his pillow, which only served to cause the shield from the soother to tickle the base of his nose. He turned his face to the side, concentrated on sucking the smooth silicon nipple, and quickly fell asleep. Sometime later, Kelly tiptoed into Zack’s room, hoping to catch him unaware. That turned out to be a simple mission, as Zack was passed out on top of his covers, gloved hands under his head, breath whistling lightly around his pacifier. She placed a hand on his shoulder and rocked his placid form gently back and forth. Zack stirred and opened his eyes. He lifted his head and went to wipe his eyes with his right hand, then realized he was still wearing the mitts. “Ready for lunch, little man?” Zack looked at his bedside clock, nodded, and got up out of bed. He realized that his diaper had a bit more heft to it than when he’d gone to bed, but it still felt mostly dry at the back. He didn’t even make a gesture towards getting dressed, instead just following Kelly downstairs. He stopped, however, when she walked toward the sliding door, and rolled it open before stepping through. “Whaf?” He said around the soother. Kelly waived her hand around in a circle. “None of these people are home, Zack, and, all the upper windows are on bedrooms. Do you see one pair of blinds or curtains open? Because I don’t. And anyway, you’re going to have to start getting over yourself. You’d be surprised how little concern people have about what you’re wearing at any given moment, my friend. Nobody around here cares that you’re back in diapers.” Zack stuck his head through the door and looked around. All of the windows were indeed covered, and this was a bedroom community. The odds were that Kelly was right about most of the rooms being vacant during the day. However, he was pretty sure she was wrong about one thing she’d said. He knew some of the kids that occupied some of those bedrooms went to his school. And he knew that they would most certainly be very interested if they saw him in a big toddler diaper. He’d probably break the internet. They’d have to put his phone in a bucket of water to cool it down. He remained standing on the threshold, considering his predicament. Kelly had set out a plastic bowl of what looked like macaroni and cheese, and his milk bottle from the car had been refilled. Maddy’s bib from yesterday was waiting next to his bowl. But Kelly had opened the umbrella on the patio table, which probably blocked the sightlines from at least some of the windows. Zack stepped down onto the concrete patio. He felt the sun warming his shoulders. Hesitantly, he took another step. The sun began warming his legs. The air was still. Zack sat down on the chair in front of the purple plastic bowl full of bright orange pasta. Kelly picked up Maddy’s bib and fastened it around his neck, and then removed his pacifier, putting it next to the umbrella pole in the middle of the table. Zack slid his chair in toward the table as far as he could, figuring that anyone who might look out one of the windows flanking the backyard wouldn’t see much of his diaper. Kelly picked up the matching plastic spoon that she had placed next to the bowl, and started spooning the macaroni into Zack’s mouth. The pasta was bland but inoffensive, and Zack was hungry, so he quickly finished the bowl, matching his chewing speed to Kelly’s rapid spooning. When the bowl was empty, she wiped his face with the bib. Then, Kelly picked up the bottle she’d placed on the table and carried it over to a lounger on the edge of the patio that had another umbrella over it, her preferred reading chair. She sat down on the edge of it and then invited Zack over. “Come, Zack. It’ll be easier for you to finish your bottle if you’re lying back.” Zack pushed his chair back, stood up, and quickly darted between umbrellas, hoping that nobody in any of the neighbouring homes were watching. He sat down on the lounger and then swung his feet up onto it and leaned against its reclined backrest. Kelly pressed the bottle’s nipple to his lips, and he reluctantly latched onto it. He went to reach for the bottle, planning to trap it between his tamper mitts, but Kelly said, “I’ve got it, Zack.” His hands fell to his sides and he fell into a rhythm. Minute spurts of warm milk hit the back of his tongue, compelling him to swallow. “You know, Zack, part of this process involves us building a batter relationship. You have to learn to trust and work with me, and I have to learn to trust and care for you. We didn’t have much of a bond before, and Dr. Paige thinks that might have been part of our problem. I didn’t know you when you were little, and we didn’t have these bonding moments to build that trust.” She tilted the bottle a little higher. “These nursing sessions are part of us building that trust and that relationship. Keep sucking, Zackie. Good boy. I’m thinking that I’m going to keep you and Maddy out of school tomorrow, and we’ll head up to the cottage a little early, to beat the traffic. It’s the last day, so you’re not going to be doing much, anyway, I’d imagine. Unless you want to go and say goodbye to some of your friends?” Zack shook his head, causing the bottle to pivot in Kelly’s hand. Dread had been slowly building in him, as he imagined what tomorrow was going to be like, trying to navigate through the last day of school without anyone noticing that he was wearing a big diaper, which, he assumed, was how Kelly was going to send him. Skipping the day was a mercy. The bottle gurgled as he sucked the last drops out of it, and Kelly put it aside, and then again used his bib to wipe his face. She walked over to the table and fetched his pacifier, before putting it straight into his mouth. “Good boy.” She said, as she checked the snugness of the straps on his mitts. “You play outside for a while, and I’m going to go into the house and pack for a bit. One more thing – say ‘Thank you, mommy’ for me, Zack.” Zack shook his head. “That’s fine. You can spend the afternoon in pink plastic panties, then. I’ll get them.” Kelly moved as though she was going to stand up. “Sank yew mommy.” Zack whispered around his soother. Wobbly tears threatened to spill from his eyes. “Good baby. Enjoy the sun.” She got up, walked in through the patio door, and slid it shut. Zack heard the snicking sound of the lock. He got up and walked over to a bare section of fence between stands of shrubbery. Sitting on the grass and leaning back against the fence, he looked around. It seemed to be the spot in the yard that was best shielded from view. He felt the rough wood against his back, and the tickly grass against the back of his thighs, and wondered how long he’d be sitting there. Zack studied the front of his diaper, the yellow excavator partially obscured by the white tapes that Kelly had carefully stretched over his hips. The wetness indicator dashes were turning from yellow, to either green or blue, down the center. He put his elbows on his knees and pressed his face into his mitts, with their soft covers and strangely stiff interiors.

It looks like your creative mojo came out of hibernation just in time to give us another great chapter! This is what good writing is all about-- memorable characters and a plot that gives them the scope to reveal the good, the bad, and the ugly in their personalities. Even without the occasional diaper reference, this would be a real page turner. Very well done.

Rather than diaper, for me it was a wet bed. Don’t know age, but it was Saturday morning. My folks had left for the day giving me plenty of time to “play”. So did what I had the habit of doing when home alone for a few hours, wet my bed. Now I’d been masturbating to dry orgasms for some time, but this time was different. After laying in the wetness for a few minutes I started grinding my soaked pajamas and bedding into the slippery plastic beneath. Harder and harder, faster and faster till … Didn’t know what had happened but it felt so good! In the months and years that followed I repeated the scenario over and over. Wet the bed and climax, wet the bed and climax. My sexuality and bedwetting were (still are) hopelessly intertwined.

Periodic reminder that you can read future chapters of this story on my Patreon a month before anyone else does. Or, check out the plethora of exclusive stories I've posted there. It's nice. Three: Julie Smells Something Weird Same as it was everyday: Hit the snooze button a few too many times on the alarm clock. Grab something completely unsatisfying for breakfast as she rushes out the door. Sit in traffic. Maybe grab a coffee from the drive-thru if the line isn’t too long. Struggle to find convenient parking in the garage, eventually settling for a spot seemingly miles from the elevator. 20-something new emails in her inbox that magically appeared between the time she left work the night before (and she had even left late) and this morning. Arnie stops by to bullshit, never quite grasping the fact that nobody wants to talk to him about whatever TV show he’s watching right now. Mr. Yang stops by to see if she ‘needs anything’ (translation: I know you’re busy, but I need you to have finished everything yesterday–maybe the day before that, if possible). And then, smell something weird. It was happening more and more often. She’d be minding her own business, doing her job, and she’d suddenly smell something that seemed…off. It wasn’t always the same scent, but there was an entire range of weird scents that felt like they were somehow related. Or maybe it was that they all reminded her of something specific, but she couldn’t quite place what it was. Sometimes there were the subtle scents of something light and calming. Other times, the odors felt aggressively disgusting. She’d occasionally catch someone else wrinkling their nose too, suggesting that she wasn’t the only one smelling it. But nobody ever talked about it. Maybe everyone else was just willing to roll with it, or to write it off as just the sort of thing that is expected in a building with a lot of people. Julie can't let it go. She thinks about the weird scents a lot. - - - “Is this seat taken?” Julie asks, sidling up to a table in the busy cafeteria. “Only by you. Hello, Julie. Have a seat.” There are few people in the office who don’t annoy Julie on some level, and Francine is one of them. She suspects that maybe Francine would grate on her too, if they worked in the same department. No offense to Francine–or anyone else who annoyed (or potentially annoyed) her–Julie was well aware of the fact that her inability to tolerate most others was a her-problem. Such was the problem with working with other people–everyone was doing things their own way and not hers. “How’ve you been?” Julie asks, working towards reaching the socially acceptable quota for small-talk before she could just devour her salad. “Eh, you know,” Francine says, shrugging. “Another day, another dollar.” “You’re not kidding,” Julie mutters. “And we’ll be lucky if we see an entire dollar.” Francine laughs. For a moment, Julie thinks that she’s just being polite, but she senses that this, in fact, a genuine laugh and it lowers Julie’s defenses a little. “Hey, you work in Finance, right?” Francine asks. “Sadly.” Francine chuckles a little again. “Do you know, uh, Megan?” It’s Julie’s turn to laugh. It feels like Francine has her hand on the lid to a jar of worms, and is threatening to unleash them. “I do. What about her?” “What’s that all about?” What a damn-good question. Julie mulls this over for a moment, lightly tapping her plastic fork on the tabletop. “Don’t get me wrong,” Francine adds, maybe feeling like she’s asked the wrong question, given how long it’s taking Julie to respond. “I don’t have a problem with someone, like, transitioning. But I’ve heard stories…” “Stories?” Julie asks. “What sort of stories have you heard?” “There seems to be a lot of stories around here,” Francine says. “Ain’t that the truth.” “So, Megan. She’s a…” “She’s she,” Julie says, sounding a little more confrontational than she intends to. She doesn’t think Francine has anything bigoted to say–at least not intentionally–but she thinks it's probably best that she helps to direct the tone of this gossiping now. “I know,” Francine says, comparatively defensive. “And I promise that I’m not judging her. But you’ve heard what they say about her, right? About her and Mr. Yang?” “Maybe,” Julie says, nervously tapping her fork against the table. “What have you heard?” “If I can be blunt?” “Please.” “She’s Mr. Yang’s little sex-toy.” Julie laughs. This is not the first time she’s heard this. Not that she ever needed to be told about it–she had seen the two slinking off together enough that she always assumed that something was up. Hell, she was wondering if she had inadvertently started the rumor train herself by blabbing to someone about it at some work function after a few beers. “Yeah,” she finally responds, playing it a little more coyly. “I’ve heard that.” “Do you think it’s true?” “Probably.” “But it’s not just her, you know.” Tap-tap-tap-tap. Julie’s fork spends more time bouncing off the table than it does in her salad. She’s not nervous because she feels any sort of connection to this potential drama–she’s nervous because she feels they're on the cusp of having a conversation that she’s never had before. That dangling thread on the company sweater? It might finally get grasped and pulled on, unraveling the whole damn thing. “Who else?” Julie says. She has her suspicions already, but she’s curious to hear what Francine will say. Francine leans forward a little across the table. The move’s symbolism is clear–this is something that shouldn’t be overheard by others. And yet she’s still saying it in a crowded cafeteria. “Gabrielle Heller.” “The CEO?” Julie is quite surprised that she doesn’t know about this. “That’s what people are saying.” “She’s got a little…sex toy of her own?” “Who?” “Dunno,” Francine said, shrugging as she slid back into her seat again. “Some new guy, I guess?” “New? How new?” Francine shrugged again. “Did you see that email the other day? About the promotions?” “Oh. You think it's that guy? The one who is her new assistant?” “Seems obvious, doesn’t it? Wasn’t there a story going around a year or two ago about her and another assistant of hers? Uh…Heather?” “Hillary,” Julie says, nodding. “You didn’t hear those rumors? Lacy McCarthy swore that she once watched Hillary waddling into Gabrielle’s office. And the girl had a–or so Lacy claimed–diaper sticking up over the back of her pants.” “A diaper?” Julie says, slightly louder than she meant to. She blushes a little as she leans forward to try that again. “A…diaper? That’s ridiculous.” “Look, I don’t disagree,” Francine says, shrugging. “I guess that’s why I kind of wrote it off as bullshit when she tried to tell me about it a while back.” “A diaper,” Julie repeats again, not as a question this time. She mulls the word over, finding it so absurd that’s almost comical. “Something is going on around here, right?” asks Francine. “You’ve seen the way that Ava-girl clings to Neve like she’s a child. Mr. Yang and Megan? Gabrielle and that new kid?” “Hrm,” Julie groans. “Something, indeed.” - - - Had the can of worms actually been opened, or had the can been opened some time ago and she was only now becoming aware of the…worms that were everywhere (it wasn’t the best analogy, she admits to herself)? Now, it’s all that Julie can think about. She’s seen that meme online–she has no idea what show or movie it's from–with the guy sitting in front of a bulletin board that has all the pictures and pieces of paper connected by red string. She feels like that guy now, whoever he is. She can’t stop thinking about diapers. For a while, it’s just that it’s so absurd that it amuses her. She tells herself that Lacy McCarthy had been wrong about what she had seen. Nobody is tromping around a building with a diaper sticking out of their pants for everyone to see. But. Diapers also feel like the missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle she had been working on in her mind for a while. All those weird scents? When she thinks about them, with the context of diapers, they suddenly start to make more sense to her and she’s reminded of why they had been so familiar. It takes her back to her childhood, when all of her younger cousins were in diapers. Every family function had exposed her to the scents of babyhood–baby powder; wet diapers; messy diapers. Is that it? Maybe people were walking around the office in diapers. She initially laughed that off too, but the more she thought about it, the less willing she was to just dismiss it altogether. If the rumors about Megan being Mr. Yang’s little femmified sex-toy were true, then maybe there was a chance that Ms. Heller had actually been keeping her own assistants in diapers. That was a kink people had, right? Diapers and baby things? She thinks she has seen that on a TV show once or twice. There’s something to that new girl too, she’s decided. The one that seems to be working with the executive team, but isn’t specifically anyone’s assistant. She keeps going to this one office–the one that used to be Peter Dubois’s before he left last year. The office had been sitting around vacant for months. Then, suddenly, there were a bunch of renovations done to it. And now it was sealed off, and nobody she asked seemed to know what the room was being used for. Julie’s been watching this girl and she keeps going into that room. She was pretty sure the girl’s name was…Linda? Executives and assistants. Martin became Megan. Hillary in a diaper. New guy gets promoted before anyone even knows who he is. Linda and her mystery office. It both does and doesn’t seem connected. But she wants it all to be connected. - - - Hit the snooze button on the alarm clock–only once today. Reheat some leftover mashed potatoes for breakfast. Sit in traffic. Maybe grab a coffee from the drive-thru if… It’s another day. Actually, no, it feels like a new day. Suddenly, the office feels like an entirely different place to her. Sure, it’s still a giant bland maze of cubicles and offices, but Julie swears that she can now tap into the underlying tension of this place. It’s everywhere she looks. People winking and nudging. Glances that linger a little too long. Knowing smirks. But, too, the lack of clues can sometimes seem just as damning. The silence of her coworkers, trying to just get through their own days without meddling in weirder issues that aren’t theirs. She’s pretty sure there’s a lot of that happening around here. Her eyes catch Francine’s as they stroll across one of the open office areas in opposite directions. Francine’s wry grin suggests that she’s also been taking a closer look at the world around her. At 10:45, she hangs out near Ted Lemire’s desk with a cup of coffee in hand. She doesn’t know Ted all that well, but they’ve worked together for a number of years now and they’ve seen plenty come and go since. Once in a while he’s good for a minute or two of small talk, and she’s hoping to reach that quota today while keeping an eye on Gabrielle Heller’s office door, which isn’t too far from his cube. “Busy these days?” “Yeah,” he says, shrugging. “I guess. Not any busier than usual. Maybe I’m just always busy. How about you?” “Oh, for sure,” she says, perhaps not even entirely aware of what she’s saying. “Ain’t that the way things go?” There’s movement over at the door. It’s opening. That new kid is stepping out. What did that email say his name was? Carter? His cheeks are all red. He looks flustered. “I heard they were going to bring back soft pretzels in the cafeteria,” Ted says, a smidgen of excitement coming through in his tone. “I guess that’s new and exciting.” Clark, that’s right. Does his ass look big? Too big? She’s pretty sure that it does. Goddamn, is that kid actually wearing a diaper? “Right, right,” she says to Ted, unsure of what he’s talking about. “I actually put a suggestion into HR about the pretzels,” Ted continues. “It was a few months ago, though. So I wonder if they’ve finally gotten enough feedback about the pretzels that they finally had to do something about it, you know?” She watches intently as Clark sheepishly looks around the office as he closes the door behind him. By some miracle, he doesn’t seem to notice that Julie is gawking at him. “But, you know what it could’ve been?” Ted says, seemingly unaware that Julie couldn’t care less about pretzels. “It could be that they only check the suggestion box once every few months, right? Like what if it only took one suggestion to make that difference, and I could’ve had pretzels a month or two ago if they had just looked sooner?” “Oh absolutely,” she says. “Well, it was great talking to you. I’ll see you later.” She rushes over to the area between the door to Gabrielle Heller’s office and Clark’s cubicle. Doing her best not to look like a complete nutball, she takes a swift sniff of the air. She’s not positive, but she’s pretty darn sure that she catches notes of baby powder and…stale urine? How does nobody else notice this? She sees Ted Lemire, lost in his work. She sees Carla Burton, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone instead of working on her computer. She sees Dennis and Rich chit-chatting over to the side, Dennis mimes swinging a golf club as they both laugh and nod. Maybe, she thinks, it’s the perfect crime. You can get away with anything in plain sight if everyone else is lost in their own little worlds–the little worlds they go to for escape from the ceaseless boredom of office life. - - - The harder she looks, the more she seems to find. She swears that she can see bulging pants when she follows behind Clark in the hallway. Ava too. She watches Lyndie, sometimes, herding them around from executive offices to her own mystery office. And knowing what she thinks she knows, she’s certain that she can identify the days when either walk past her in a diaper that needs changing. Julie keeps it all to herself for now. She’s not sure what else she’d do with this information. She could go to HR, but she’s not sure what that actually achieves. She’s not exactly offended that these things are happening around her, so she doesn’t want to stir up trouble. And she’s not sure that she wants to tell Francine either, worried about what she’d do with that information. For now, she just holds onto this information. It’s a strange sort of thrill–having your eyes open to something that nobody else can see. - - - “Hello there.” It’s a feminine voice that Julie doesn’t recognize, coming from behind her. Julie spins around in the already-cramped copy room to find that Linda–the young lady who had recently gotten her promotion and now worked out of a mysterious room–is also here. “Oh, hi. Linda, right? I’m Julie. I don’t think we’ve met before.” “Lyndie, actually,” the girl says. She looks to be a few years younger than Julie. Right out of college? In college? “Pleasure to meet you.” Julie shrugs. “There’s so many people here. I swear, I’ve seen some of the same faces for years and I still don’t know their names.” “I figured as much,” Lyndie says. “I guess it’d be pretty hard to connect with everyone. Though… I have to admit that I’ve been meaning to introduce myself to you in particular.” Julie’s head tilts in curiosity. “Me?” “I feel like everytime I turn around, I see you.” Julie’s cheeks turn a little pink. She didn’t think she had been that obvious. “Well…” “I’m not mad about it,” Lyndie says, shrugging nonchalantly. “I’m sure it looks like there’s some pretty crazy stuff going on around here, huh?” “Maybe,” Julie says. “I’m curious what you think is going on.” “Oh, I dunno,” Julie responds, feeling a little cornered. She opts for some diplomatic tact: “Sometimes, when it feels like things are being hidden, people talk and speculate, you know? I’m sure it’s all just normal business though.” “You don’t actually believe that, do you?” Lyndie asks. “I mean…” “I can let you in on our little secrets, if you want.” Julie’s eyes narrow suspiciously as she leans forward. She doesn’t entirely believe that Lyndie is just going to randomly appear in front of her and give her all the answers she wants to hear, but…maybe? “Okay?” “Whatever it is you’ve heard,” Lyndie says. “It’s real. And it’s even fucking crazier and wild than you could ever believe.” Julie scoffs and shakes her head. “No way.” “Try me.” “Megan?” “What about her?” “I heard she transitioned for her boss.” “Oh sure,” Lyndie says, nodding. “Poor thing didn’t even have a choice in the matter.” “Gabrielle Heller?” Lyndie laughs. “What did you hear about her?” “Something about her assistants having to wear…diapers?” “That’s totally true,” Lyndie says. “Her current assistant, Clark? Contractually, he has to wear diapers for her or else he gets fired. Not only that, but he’s required to fill it too. She weighs it at the end of every workday. If it’s not heavy enough, she sends him back to his desk to work on it a little longer. She even put a cage on his cock too, so the kid can’t even get off now if he wants to.” Julie grimaces as some skepticism is starting to set in. Now it just sounds like Lyndie is fucking with her. “That can’t possibly be true.” “I don’t know what you want me to say,” Lyndie says with a shrug. “Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. What other burning questions do you have about the great mysteries of our company?” If only to see how Lyndie will respond, Julie continues: “That office you work out of? What about that?” “That’s the new office nursery. It’s where we send the babies when they need to have their diapers changed.” “Babies? Plural?” Julie asks, rolling her eyes. “How many people around here wear diapers?” “Oh my gosh, so many,” Lyndie says. “More than you think, for sure.” “Four? Five?” “Oh, god no. More like–I dunno–50? 60?” “60? You’re telling me that 60 people in this office are wearing and using diapers?” “Easily. We have a whole club, don’t you know? Ask around. I bet you wouldn’t have to ask too many people before you find someone sitting in their own piss. I think we’re having a meeting later, actually. Over at the Build-A-Bear at the mall. You should drop by.” Julie sighed. “You’re bullshitting me.” Lyndie laughed. “What? You don’t believe that there’s a secret group of executives who make babies and little girls out of their employees? That there’s people out there on the floor, right now, pooping their pants because their boss told them to?” This conversation feels like a waste of time to Julie. Was Lyndie mocking her? Poking fun at her quest to understand what was happening in the office around her? She had no doubt that there was at least some iota of truth in the ridiculous stories Lyndie was telling now, but without any actual evidence, she seemed to be in no better place than she was before her conversation with Lyndie. “Alright, fine,” she finally says to Lyndie. “Forget it. Maybe it’s better if I leave it alone.” “Look…between you and me? This place is pretty fucked up.” Julie laughs. “That’s hardly a secret.” “I’m sorry I was dicking you around,” Lyndie says. “I guess I’m a little protective of the weird place I’ve found myself in. But you and I aren’t all that different.” “No? How so?” “Well, we’re both just employees, right?” Lyndie asks. “We’re just doing our jobs and getting paid. My job’s probably a little weirder than yours, though.” “Yeah,” Julie says, shrugging. “I guess.” “Do you want to see?” “See?” “The nursery. I can show it to you, if you want. Maybe it’d be good to know what you’re missing out on and you don’t have to think about it all the time.” “So…there’s actually a nursery?” “Follow me, I’ll show you.” “Aren’t you afraid that I’m going to tell everyone else?” “Good luck getting anyone to believe you’ve seen the things I’m about to show you.” - - - Another day. Hit the snooze button a few too many times on the alarm clock. Most of her panties are in the laundry bin (and she should’ve done laundry a week ago) so she’s left wearing the ugly turquoise ones. Sit in traffic. Grab a coffee and an overcooked bagel from the drive-thru. Struggle to find convenient parking in the garage, eventually settling for a spot seemingly miles from the elevator. 34 new emails in her inbox that magically appeared between the time she left work the night before (and she had even left late) and this morning. Ted stops by to bullshit– something about soft pretzels. Mr. Yang stops by to see if she ‘needs anything’ (translation: I know you’re busy, but I need you to have finished everything yesterday–maybe the day before that, if possible). Go to lunch, only to be (once again) disappointed by the selection in the cafeteria and settle for another fucking salad from the salad bar. Finding a free table, though another body plops itself down across from her soon after. “How are you doing today?” Francine asks. “Oh, you know. Another day in paradise.” They talk about the weather and how busy they are in their departments for a few minutes, working towards reaching the socially acceptable quota for small-talk before they can delve into the real tea. “I saw that Ava girl in the hallway today,” Francine says. “The girl practically bowled me over, she was walking so fast.” “Oh yeah?” asks Julie. “Where was she going?” “That office over on the far side of the executive wing. I think it used to be Peter Dubois’s office? Do you know the one?” “I think I do,” Julie says. “They did some work on that room a while ago, I heard. But nobody seems to know what they’re using the room for now. They even replaced the door with one that doesn’t have a window. It’s like they don’t want anyone seeing inside of it.” “Weird.” Julie contributes the bare minimum to the conversation to sound engaged, but she’s careful not to sound too interested. This indifference seems to work in getting Francine to switch gears to just complaining about her boss. There’s things she could’ve said. Hell, there’s so many things she is dying to tell everyone else. Lyndie showed her some stuff, and she hadn’t been lying when she said it was ‘fucking crazy.’ But Julie doesn’t mind biting her tongue. She doesn’t mind keeping the secret for herself. At least she knows now–that was all she ever wanted, to just know. It’s actually a bit of a weight lifted from her shoulders, not having to wonder all the time. She doesn’t have to stalk her coworkers. There’s no imaginary bulletin board with red string that she has to overanalyze. Now, she just does her job, occasionally laughing to herself because she watches Clark shuffle down the hall like he’s got a load in his pants and doesn’t want anyone else to notice. Nobody ever notices. Everyone else is either too distracted by their job or by the things they do so they don’t have to think about being at work. Julie notices. Yesterday, when Ava waddled past her desk, Julie let her nose wrinkle in an exaggerated way and asked if anyone else smelled anything. She swore Ava’s face grew bright red as she took off like a jet plane. It was such a satisfying response that Julie thinks she might do things like that more often. Everyone’s got to keep sane at work somehow.

Mikey is caught in an embarrassing situation which only makes him even more desperate for comfort. He witnesses another scene in Milena's therapy room which makes him more jealous than ever. Thankfully Milena seems to know exactly how to help. --- If you enjoyed this you can skip the wait and see the FINAL update RIGHT NOW: https://www.patreon.com/posts/82836511 --- Patreon is my ONLY source of income and it is the support of my readers that allow me to write as much as I do. My Patreon is FAIRER than ever. If you decide to support me you will only be charged on the day you support each month (so if you sign up on the 22nd you won't be charged again until the 22nd of next month), this is different to a lot of Patreons which charge you on the day you sign up and then the 1st of each month. For $5 a month you can see every update I post one week before everyone else. For $10 you get early access PLUS 46 stories EXCLUSIVE to Patreon. There are more tiers and rewards available. You can find them all here: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Any and all support is really, really appreciated. It helps me to pay the bills and buy the nappies! --- “Hi, Mikey.” The door to Mikey’s bedroom opened and the young man jumped. Mikey had hidden in his room ever since the previous night. He didn’t want to be questioned on his nocturnal activities the previous night. He hadn’t even gone down to breakfast, he was still in his wet night diaper as well. He was sat at his computer desk, rather embarrassingly he wasn’t even wearing any pants leaving him strangely exposed to Milena. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you…” Milena stuttered to a stop as she looked away. She was blushing a little, “I just wanted you to know I have another client coming today.” “R-Right…” Mikey stuttered, “No problem.” “If you need me you know where I’ll be.” Milena said. Was it Mikey’s imagination or did her gaze linger on him a few seconds longer than what was natural? As the bedroom door closed Mikey took a deep breath. He slowly let his head fall backwards so he was looking at the ceiling. He felt strange, he had assumed being seen in his diaper like that would embarrass him terribly but instead he didn’t feel all that bad at all. In truth it seemed like it was inevitable to happen sooner or later and now that it had he didn’t need to worry about it so much. Mikey was pleased that Milena hadn’t brought up the pacifier. Maybe it was just going to be something neither of them brought up again, Mikey could only hope. In any case he was soon back to his computer. He was looking through old photos of him and his mom, he had never liked having his photo taken but now he was grateful to have so many pictures he could look back on. It made him sad but also felt like it was good for him. He knew his mother was never coming back but looking at the photos was almost like a reminder that she would never really be gone. He felt very emotional but it didn’t seem like such a bad thing. After a while Mikey was starting to get antsy and he finally decided to pull some pants over his diaper. He didn’t normally stay in his diapers long after waking up but he was finding it relaxing and calming. After skipping breakfast that morning and being full of nervous energy Mikey was feeling hungry, it was lunchtime and Mikey needed to eat. Mikey stepped out on to the landing and started towards the stairs. As he reached the top step he heard a sudden noise coming from another room. He looked up as he heard a crinkle that was very familiar to him. He froze on the spot to make sure it wasn’t coming from his own wet crotch, after a few seconds of silence he heard it again. Mikey turned and went back along the landing. He crept quietly until he reached the door of Milena’s “therapy room.” Mikey couldn’t quite believe it but the door was cracked open again, just like Milena’s bedroom had been the previous night. Was this some sort of test to get Mikey to prove he had been peeping in at his guardian? For a full minute Mikey grappled with what to do. He was scared to be caught and yet he really wanted to see what was happening in there. He couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe Milena had deliberately left the door open, that maybe she wanted him to see inside. It was with a shaking hand that Mikey touched the wooden door and very gently pushed it. The door moved so slowly Mikey was sure no one would notice it was opening at all. Mikey could see some feet horizontal in the air, the door opened a little more and he could see a large padded butt. Mikey’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he stared at the diaper. Mikey was in too far to stop now. He nudged the door again see a bare leg supporting the weight of a young woman who seemed to be Mikey’s age if not a little younger. Mikey swallowed as it felt like the tension grew. Mikey had one last thought about leaving but he stayed where he was with his eyes fixed on the nursery. “Good baby.” Milena’s voice came through the gap in the door, “That’s it. Keep going…” Mikey thought what Milena was saying was meant for whoever was in the room with her but it seemed strangely apt for himself. It was like she was encouraging Mikey to keep going and to see what she was doing but surely she couldn’t know he was there… Mikey gave the door another small push and this time he had to stifle a gasp. The door opened just enough to show Milena. The woman was laying across her lap and her head was nestled against one of Milena’s enormous breasts. Mikey could see beads of milk on the other nipple, either it had recently been used or soon would be. The woman seemed to be slowly feeding whilst Milena rubbed his back. The woman couldn’t see Mikey, she was facing the other way, but that wasn’t the case for Milena. Time seemed to freeze as Mikey saw that Milena was looking right at him. He expected her to be livid, he was certainly intruding on something very private, but she had a small smile on her face. Mikey was lost for words which was fortunate because Milena put her finger up to her plump lips to tell him to be quiet. Mikey salivated as he thought about being in the young woman’s position. His mind took him back to when he had been at home with his mom. He remembered having his face pressed up to a large round breast, the milk inside seemingly straining to get out, he felt suddenly very emotional. He became teary-eyed. Time slowed down and it felt like Mikey was stood in the doorway forever. Mikey couldn’t turn away, his gaze fixed firmly on Milena’s breasts. He brought his thumb up to his mouth subconsciously and started sucking on it, imagining it was one of Milena’s prominent nipples. He imagined his own belly filling with the milk and could barely stop from whining in longing. “Careful with your teeth.” Milena said as she winced suddenly. Mikey was just flooded with conflicting emotions. Watching the feeding made him miss his mother more than at any other point since the accident. He couldn’t stop himself from starting to silently cry, his bottom lip trembling as he missed his mom so much it physically hurt. Mikey could see Milena’s face changing from small smile to sudden horror, this was clearly not the reaction she had been expecting. There was sudden coughing and spluttering as the young woman in Milena’s lap pulled her head away. It took her a few second to recover and when she looked up at Milena the large-chested woman was looking back down at her. “Sorry.” The young woman coughed again, “A whole lot came out suddenly!” Mikey moved to the side of the doorway and flattened up against the wall. Tears streamed down his face and he took several silent deep breaths to try and calm down. He could no longer see into the therapy room but from the wet sounds it seemed like the feeding was continuing without interruption. Mikey went back to his room shortly afterwards. He ripped off the diaper that should’ve been removed hours ago and dived under his covers where he continued to cry quietly. He punched the pillow above his head a couple of times, he just missed Nadine so much. He wanted Milena’s breasts, he wanted to be feeding from them and yet he felt guilty for wanting that. That was something he shared with his mother, he just didn’t know if he could or should do it with anyone else. After around half an hour there were footsteps outside the door, one set went downstairs and out the front door whilst the other paused outside Mikey’s bedroom. There was a knock on the door prompting Mikey to go quiet. He didn’t want to talk about what he had just seen or how he was feeling, he just wasn’t ready. He pretended to be asleep and refused to answer the door. After a few seconds the footsteps went downstairs. Mikey ended up hiding in his room until the smell of dinner permeated the house. He put on a pair of underpants and some shorts and then descended the stairs knowing dinner would be served soon. As he turned into the hallway at the bottom of the stairs he walked straight into Milena going the other way. “Ooh, careful!” Milena said as Mikey stopped himself at the last second, “I was just going to call you for dinner.” Mikey was face-to-boob with Milena. His cheeks turned red as he took a step backwards. Milena turned around and walked back to the dining room with Mikey following a few feet behind. As they started eating there was an awkward silence, Mikey was torn between wanting to talk about what he saw earlier and being far too embarrassed to bring it up. Dinner was slowly finished and when Milena tidied away the plates the elephant in the room still hadn’t been addressed. Mikey stood up and awkwardly hovered next to his seat as if expecting something to happen, when Milena seemed more intent on washing dishes than anything he turned to the door to head back upstairs. “We should talk.” Milena finally said with a sigh, “Do you want to go into the living room? I’ll be through in a few minutes.” Mikey swallowed and went straight through to the living room. He sat down on the couch feeling nervous. As he fidgeted he wondered exactly what Milena was going to say or do, it felt like their relationship had somehow evolved past just sharing a house together, Mikey had no idea what it was now but he was certainly intrigued to talk about it. He found himself getting emotional despite just sitting alone, it felt like there was a lot of feelings waiting to burst out of him, feelings he hadn’t even known he had. Milena walked into the room a minute later. She closed the curtains and turned on the lights before sitting down next to Mikey. For a few moments the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock. “So I think we both have things we want to talk about…” Milena eventually said. “Uh huh.” Mikey didn’t look up. He was watching his fingers as he played with them. “Is there anything you wanted to say?” Milena asked gently. “I… I…” Mikey hesitated. There didn’t seem to be a way to say he wanted Milena to feed him with her body without coming across as exceptionally weird. After trying and failing to find the right combination of words he finally blurted out, “You first!” “Alright.” Milena cleared her throat, “I know your Mommy used to breast feed you. I saw the milk and pumping machines at your house.” Mikey’s face started blushing more intensely and tears filled his eyes. Even the mention of Nadine and their relationship made him want to cry, he was fine right up until she was mentioned by someone else. Every time someone talked about his mother it felt like he had run straight into a wall. “I know that you took some milk from the freezer in the basement.” Milena continued softly, “And you “borrowed” a pacifier from my therapy room.” Mikey’s body involuntarily forced out a sob. He tried to stop it resulting in a strange choking noise, he lifted one of his arms to wipe his eyes. He felt embarrassed and ashamed. “I know you saw me expressing milk last night.” Milena continued, “Well, it couldn’t have be-” “I can’t do it!” Mikey suddenly exploded, “OK? Is that what you want to hear? I can’t do it!” Mikey’s eyes welled up and tears fell down his cheek before he could wipe them away. He leaned forwards and rested his face against his hands as he sobbed lightly. It felt like there was a valve slowly releasing the pressure as his outbursts continued. “Can’t do what?” Milena asked. Her voice was positively angelic. “I can’t grow up!” Mikey wailed, “I tried, I really did! I couldn’t stop myself from wetting the bed and I couldn’t stop myself craving your…” Mikey stopped himself before he said “milk.” He cried harder and felt Milena’s arm going around his shoulder. The very breasts Mikey had been lusting over rubbed against his side, they were impossible to miss. “I miss my Mommy…” Mikey sobbed through his tears, “I’m not ready to be grown up.” “It’s OK, it’s OK.” Milena whispered soothingly. She leaned over and hugged Mikey, she had to turn her body and the young man almost seemed to get lost between her breasts. She reached up with one of her hands and gently stroked Mikey’s hair, “No one’s going to force you to grow up.” Just the proximity of Milena’s breasts seemed to comfort Mikey. He was reminded of when he was at home with his mother and she would hug him in almost the same way. It seemed as if Milena noticed his reaction as well, he could feel her rubbing of his hair slowing down. Being this close to Milena’s breasts was like heaven. “You know… You don’t necessarily have to grow up.” Milena said very quietly, “You watched me with a patient earlier. I practice “regression therapy” which mainly helps people who feel that the world is just a little too big or scary for them. It can help them come to terms with traumatic events or just help them cope in general.” Mikey pulled himself away from Milena and rubbed his eyes. He looked up into the face of the taller woman and wondered if she could possibly mean what he thought she meant. He could feel the emotional barriers against feeding from Milena cracking but he still wasn’t sure if he could do it. Milena seemed to sense Mikey’s hesitation. A small smile spread across Milena’s face and then she started pulling her shirt over her head.

I haven’t woken up in a dry diaper for over two years.That would freak me out. Maybe there is something wrong! You should see a doctor right away. You wouldn’t want to become night time potty trained! Ha!

Milena's body is responding to her guest's presence whilst Mikey accidentally lets something slip that risks changing his relatioship with his host for good. --- If you enjoyed this you can skip the wait and see the next update RIGHT NOW: https://www.patreon.com/posts/mikey-milena-82488696 --- Patreon is my ONLY source of income and it is the support of my readers that allow me to write as much as I do. My Patreon is FAIRER than ever. If you decide to support me you will only be charged on the day you support each month (so if you sign up on the 22nd you won't be charged again until the 22nd of next month), this is different to a lot of Patreons which charge you on the day you sign up and then the 1st of each month. For $5 a month you can see every update I post one week before everyone else. For $10 you get early access PLUS 46 stories EXCLUSIVE to Patreon. There are more tiers and rewards available. You can find them all here: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Any and all support is really, really appreciated. It helps me to pay the bills and buy the nappies! --- Milena sat on her bed as she read a crime thriller. She usually did this at the end of the day, some reading to help unwind and prepare her for sleep. As she sat up she could feel wetness pressing against her breasts again. She lifted her nightgown up and saw distinct patches where she had been leaking. “What is going on?” Milena asked no one in particular. Milena’s breasts seemed to be in overdrive. They had never started producing milk this often and consistently. She had even breast fed a client that day, normally having someone empty her like that would stop any real leakage for a little while. She reached over to the bedside cabinet and opened the little door. Inside the cabinet was a pair of breast pumps, she attached the collection bottles and lifted them to her chest. Even as Milena attached the pumps to her breast she felt a trickle of her thin milk running down her chest. She settled back against the headboard as she started the pumps up. The pressure inside the suction area quickly grew as Milena secured the pumps and started to pump. As Milena watched milk started to run out of each of her breasts. The thin liquid ran down from the pump and fell into the bag. Milena looked down and saw her large nipples being rhythmically sucked as she squeezed the handle. Not for the first time Milena wondered what was going on with her breasts. The last few days had seen a huge uptick in her milk production despite her diet and pumping schedule remaining unchanged. There was only one alteration to Milena’s schedule and she was starting to understand that it had changed her body. “Mikey…” Milena said with a quiet sigh. Ever since Mikey had moved in Milena’s body had responded as if she had a new born baby. She had tried desperately to treat the young man like the adult he was but her body was rebelling. Milena had encouraged Mikey in every way she could, she had helped with his problems but had made sure not to coddle him too much. Despite her best intentions Milena’s body was acting as if Mikey needed the mother he had just lost and that she could be that role. Her body was overriding her brains attempts to not infantilize her guest. Milena didn’t know whether it was because of how she breast fed Mikey when he was a baby and young child but her breasts seemed to want to pick up where they left off. Milena opened her eyes just briefly to see the bottles half full already. Milena didn’t know if she had been sat in bed longer than she thought or whether the milk was just flowing so easily, at this rate she would need to reload the pumps with two new bottles. After another few minutes Milena felt the bottles hanging from her breasts getting very full. She leaned over to grab a couple of new containers. Just as she did so she heard a crinkling noise coming from the doorway. Her head flicked up to see a blur like someone walking past the door. Milena felt frozen to the spot for just a second. “Hello?” Milena called out. There was no answer. Milena stood up and walked out into the landing. There was no movement now. Milena felt the pumps still working away and filling the bags with her milk as she tip-toed down towards Mikey’s bedroom. She pushed the door open a little and stuck her head inside. She could see Mikey under his cover and facing away from her. As Milena pulled back and closed the door again she bit her bottom lip. She started to wonder if she really did see someone at the door or if she had imagined it. There was no one else in the house so if it was a person it could only be Mikey. Milena’s eyes fell upon something else that was very strange. On the bannister there was an object that should most definitely not be outside of the therapy room. Milena walked over and picked up a small pacifier, there was no doubt about where it had come from. Milena recognized it as one that she kept stocked in the nursery. “Damn it…” Milena felt a drip falling on to her foot. One of the bottles was leaking slightly. Milena took the pacifier and hurried back to her room to swap out the bottles. She would have to take them down to the basement when she was done but for now she had a lot to think about. --- Mikey hungrily sucked on the boob filling his mouth. He moaned slightly as some milk dripped from the side of his mouth as he flicked the nipple and enjoyed the sweet liquid that came out. Feel the warmth of the fleshy boob pressed against his face he felt himself almost melting. “That’s it, Mikey.” A soft, familiar and comforting voice practically whispered, “You’re a special boy.” Mikey smiled around the teat that filled his mouth. He looked up from the breast to see his mother, Nadine, looking down at him. Her heavy boob pressed against Mikey’s face and he reached up with his hands until he was essentially hugging it. He closed his eyes, everything felt right with the world, he could’ve stayed under those two pendulous breasts forever. “Do you like Mommy’s milk?” The voice sounded a little different but not enough to worry Mikey. The breasts seemed to be releasing more milk than Mikey could handle. The milk was starting to fill his mouth no matter how fast he swallowed. Milk started dribbling out of his mouth on all sides as he tried to keep up, it was as if someone had suddenly turned the handle on the faucet. “You need more milk.” The voice said. This time it sounded very familiar but it certainly wasn’t Nadine, “You know where to get the milk…” Mikey, struggling to swallow all the milk now pouring from the breast, opened an eye and saw Milena smiling down at him from above the gigantic chest. He was startled from the change but not too worried whose breast was in his mouth, Mikey’s concern was that he was drowning in the milk! Mikey kept swallowing as his arms and legs started writhing. As much as he was desperate for more of the milk he had to pull away before he drowned. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t seem to disconnect. The breast seemed to be getting bigger and pinning Mikey to Milena’s lap. He couldn’t keep up, he was going to drown! Mikey woke with a start and sat up. It took a few seconds to realise it had all been a dream, his heart was going a mile a minute. He still had the pacifier filling his mouth and drool running out of both sides of his lips. He wiped his face with his cover and laid back down. The dream had left him with very confused feelings. As he rolled over on his bed he heard the diaper between his legs crinkle. Mikey had struggled with his place after his mother had died. He had desperately tried to prove he was an adult with no need of childish things but had failed. As Mikey sucked the pacifier, felt the diaper and remembered the taste of the breast milk he felt content being not quite as grown up as his age suggested. Lying still in the darkness Mikey heard his caretaker walk quietly past his door. He heard Milena visit the bathroom and then go to her room. He was used to the sounds of the quiet house now, he could recognize the steps walking around the bed, he heard the bed sag as Milena sat on it with and he heard the sound of the bedside lamp being turned on. Mikey sighed happily. After such a troubling time he felt the first rays of happiness threatening to break through the fog of depression that had been enveloping him since the crash. He felt a sort of euphoria caused by feeling content, he’d almost forgotten what it felt like to not be constantly looking back at the past. After fifteen minutes of chewing on the pacifier and feeling incredibly thankful for Milena Mikey sat up on the edge of his bed. His diaper crinkled as it settled into the new position. He stood up and walked out of his bedroom. He saw the light creeping out from underneath the bottom of Milena’s door, it was ever so slightly ajar. Mikey only just remembered that he had a pacifier in his mouth before reaching the door. He quickly pulled it out and placed it on the wooden bannister separating the landing from the stairs. As he approached the door he heard a clicking noise, it was like someone was repeatedly pulling on a handle of some kind. He moved his head to the gap in the door and looked inside. “Wha-!” Mikey covered his mouth. He was glad his gasp of shock was almost entirely inaudible. Milena was sat in bed with her nightgown pulled down under her enormous breasts. Mikey saw a couple of very familiar items attached to her nipples. There was no doubt about it, Milena was doing exactly what Nadine had done most evenings. The milk in the freezer, which Mikey already assumed had come from Milena, suddenly made more sense. Milena’s huge bosoms were lactating and judging by the bottles that were quickly filling she was producing even more milk than Nadine used to. Mikey felt his mouth watering automatically. He looked at the pumps and started to feel jealous. He had tasted Milena’s breast milk and he wanted more. He wanted to be latched on to those nipples and suckling. His dream had felt so real, he wanted to make it reality, he wanted to walk in and be the container for that delicious milk. Mikey watched the milk getting pumped as if he was mesmerized. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the nectar filling the containers and he was tempted to push the door open and demand a share of that wonderful drink. He was equally excited by the idea of running down and grabbing some more of the frozen milk but he didn’t want Milena to notice the bags missing. Mikey was like a statue looking in through the small gap and watching as Milena’s milk pumped out of her breasts. She was sitting with her eyes closed and smiling idly. Milena eventually leaned over and as she did so Mikey shifted his own position. As he moved his leg his diaper crinkled, it wasn’t obnoxiously loud but in the otherwise quiet house it was noticeable. Without taking a second to think Mikey sprinted away from the door. He ran quickly and quietly to his bedroom and straight to his bed. He pulled the covers up and over him. His breathing was heavy and his body felt heavy with tension as he tried to remain absolutely still. He was trying so hard to stay still he could feel his muscles trembling. “Hello?” Milena’s voice was quiet but loud enough for Mikey to hear. Mikey remained motionless. He heard footsteps approaching his door and subconsciously held his breath as if it would help him avoid detection. He had no way to explain why he had been watching Milena, his only option was to hope Milena wasn’t sure anyone had ever been there. After a few seconds Mikey heard his bedroom door close and then after a few more moments Milena’s footsteps returned to her own bedroom. Mikey took a deep shuddering breath of relief. He reached out for his pacifier and then froze. The soother wasn’t on the bedside table. Mikey sat up and looked around the bed, he checked the floor underneath and even the drawers next to him. It gradually dawned on him that his pacifier was no longer in his room. Mikey mentally retraced his steps. He remembered having it whilst trying to get to sleep and then getting out of bed with it. The memory of him placing the pacifier on the bannister came to him and he froze in shock. “Oh God…” Mikey muttered. Climbing out of bed and going to the door, Mikey carefully opened it a tiny amount. He could see the length of the bannister and there was no pacifier on it. Mikey felt his stomach drop as he closed his door and went back to bed. If the pacifier wasn’t there it meant Milena had found it. He mentally kicked himself as he laid back down. His theft had been discovered. Milena must know his secret!

Nate and Luna as well? Didnt see that coming but it seems her life isnt going to get easier from here on. And of what will be with her and Nate now? A lot to answer in later chapters xD She is edgy over 9000

I've slowed down a bit on writing on this that I apologize for not posting more of. Here's to another chapter and the plot thickens haha! Chapter 13: Initiation Luna sat down next to Wren at the dining hall for dinner that evening, “You’re like, glowing, Wren.” Wren shrugged, “New skincare routine… called being in a coma for a week. You should try in sometime.” Luna laughed with a nudge, “It seems more like a ‘I just had sex’ glow but the coma makes sense too.” Was it that obvious? Wren blushed in thought. Her eyes glanced to a few tables over to see Nate not as his usual table. As the dining hall filled up, she was looking for him but he never came. She was expecting to go to the game with him after dinner, but maybe she’d meet him at the game instead. Wren paused, not ready to see him so soon and recovering still from what happened that morning. She blushed deeper, thinking about her wearing a diaper and him cleaning her earlier. It was embarrassing, yet made her melt for him even more. “You’re glowing today, Wren.” Pixie chirped, sitting down at the table with her food as Frederick trotted behind. Frederick looked at Wren curiously with his yellow eyes and then back to his plate of food. “I never understand what ‘glowing’ means. I mean, she’s not radiating.” Frederick looked to Luna and Pixie in confusion, “If that were the case, I’d be concerned of radiation poisoning.” He mumbled, going to his food. Pixie explained, “It’s like an after-sex thing, ya know?” Luna, Wren and Frederick went quiet, always being taken off guard by Pixie’s comments. “I thought Wren was pure and virgin this whole time.” Frederick stated as everyone laughed together. After the group ate, Wren looked around the dining hall in the case Nate would be around. He wasn’t and Frederick left early to meet with his team. “I think I’ll go to the restroom before we go.” She said, getting up. Pixie and Luna waited in the dining hall for Wren to return. Wren walked down the halls to the restroom, turning the corner as her head was covered by a sack and she lost vision. She began kicking and screaming as she felt a person grasp her from behind. Wren felt a prickly feeling grow from her toes to her face suddenly, making her quiet and restful in a sleep. What felt like a few moments pass and she woke up, eyes blinking and adjusting to the dim room. She heard water drops onto a wet surface as her eyes made out an expanse room with a flowing water mote that went through the room. The ceilings were high and there were no windows. It looked like a creepy basement she found herself in. She flinched as she saw figures standing around her with pointy hooded cloaks on. They were chanting lowly and Wren looked to the ground, seeing a fire start under her chair as she gasped and tried moving away from it, yet she was tied to a chair. She wrestled the ropes over her hands for a moment, realizing it was pointless. Wren gulped, looking at the figures standing around her and seeing slight differences. One figure was shorter than the rest. Two figures were tall, five others went in various sizes between. Two figures in the five medium heights had dark burgundy cloaks on. The others had different colors. Wren gasped as the fire flickered a light blue, almost white as it spread out in five directions on the ground and circled into a perfect star within a circle pattern. Was Wren getting sacrificed? Wren thought, seeing the satanic looking circle underneath her flicker and a figure walking up to her. Wren closed her eyes, expecting to feel pain. A moment passed and she felt her hands roughly taken, the ropes on her hands being cut off and the person removing the ropes taking down their hood. Wren squinted at the person, seeing a familiar face, “Luna?” Luna’s brown eyes looked apologetic, “I’m sorry, Wren.” She said, nodding to her an going back to the circle. Wren shook her head, beyond confused what was happening as the chanting stopped completely. Two other people took their hoods down. Wren’s eyes flashed in hatred as she saw the faces of Sin and Jinx Sinister. Sin approached, taking a blade out of her pocket of the cloak. Wren had her hands untied, yet she didn’t move a muscle, eyes watching in horror of the knife near her. Sin raised the blade as Wren winced and Sin raised her other hand, cutting herself with the blade, “To our High Priestess, may she live forever. I devote my life to her and this coven, forever she may live.” “Forever she may live.” The group said in unison as Sin’s blood dripped between the stone slits in the ground that the fire flickered out of. Sin passed the blade to Jinx and Jinx did the same, “To our High Priestess, may she live forever. I devote my life to her and this coven, forever she may live.” Wren’s mouth gaped open, looking at Jinx do the same and bleed. She handed it to Luna, who repeated the same phrase. Luna passed the blade to another person who remained with their hoods on. The fourth hooded figured revealed themselves. Wren looked at them as they showed their faces the 5th being Draconia Killbourne who was one of Jinx and Sin’s half vampire half warlock friends. Wren’s eyes fixated on the last hooded figure that was one of the two tall figures in the coven. The figure let down their hood as Wren’s mouth dropped in shock as he took the knife. Nate’s apologetic sea blue eyes met Wren’s shocked ones as he said, “To our High Priestess, may she live forever. I devote my life to her, forever she may live.” He said darkly, taking the knife and slicing his palm as his blood dropped down. He stuck out the handle of the knife to Wren. The fire changed colors as blood dropped and Wren could feel a tingling in her fingertips. “You take it, cut and say, ‘Forever may we live.’” Wren stood, looking at the knife and into Nate’s eyes, wondering if she was falling in love with the devil himself as the flames flickered in the reflection of his eyes as she met his in uncertainty. She looked down to the knife, not knowing if taking it was the day her life ended or began.

And the school nurse’s office has a closet full of diapers for the 15% of the student body that swings by for changes between classes.

Chapter 13: New Flesh Wren woke up and shifted, feeling the crinkle of a soft diaper wrapped around her waist. “Good morning, my little baby, Guinevere.” Nate murmured in Wren’s ear, cuddling her with her head on his chest and his hand on her diapered bottom, patting gently. Wren completely forgot where she was and who she was with from the incredible sleep she got the night before that she woke up in a daze. Wren picked her head up, shifting slightly and feeling the urge to pee, “Good morning.” She mumbled, eyebrows knitting together, “What time is it?” Nate chuckled at her messy hair and sleepy voice, “It’s 8AM, sleepy baby.” He said, fingertips tracing the leak guards of her diaper as she slowly stirred awake. She looked like a small lion and he just wanted to coddle her. “I’m just going to pee real quick.” Wren said, feeling pressure increasing on her bladder the more she was awake. She tried pushing up off of Nate but his other arm quickly snaked around her back and held her down. “It’s cute that you think you’re allowed to use the restroom already.” He said lowly in her ear as she gasped, eyes looking at him with a flash of surprise by what he said. “You’re not serious, right?” She asked, shifting as she really needed to pee. She didn’t go to the restroom since before dinner yesterday and honestly was surprised at this point she didn’t wet in her sleep. Nate smiled with a flicker of playfulness, “Does someone need help wetting?” He asked in concern, as if she genuinely needed help. Wren blushed, feeling her face hot as she hid her face into Nate’s t-shirt, “Nope, I’m good.” She said with a twinge of annoyance that he was really going to make her wet herself. It was cute and all yesterday when he mentioned he was into her potentially using the diapers but now the reality was setting in and Wren had to deal with his true motives head on. Nate moved Wren onto her back as she grumbled and he grabbed her arms. He put them above her head as he leaned over her. A mischievous flicker was in his eyes as she looked up to him and he smiled wide like a lion about to pounce. His eyes darted to her neck and back to her eyes. Wren’s eyes widened, “No-Nate, No!” She yelped as he leaned into her neck and she tried to hide it but he was too quick, blowing kisses into her ticklish spot as she squirmed below him in a fit of laughter. What was worse is he held her arms with one of his arms and then took his free hand to start exploring for new tickle zones. He began at her armpits, then he stopped kissing to her relief and he moves down to her stomach. She giggled a little bit, but not to his liking yet so he trailed down to her legs. Wren was slightly sweating from the need to pee as he tickled under her knees and she gasped in a loud laugh. “Another ticklish spot, hm?” He asked although he knew the answer. He began to reposition himself to lock down her legs to start her impending tickling but the moment he moved she also did. Wren squirmed away from him and tried rolling off the bed but he grabbed her ankles and quickly pulled him towards her. “Please no, Nate!” She yelped as he turned her over and locked one leg in a slight bend with putting his own leg under hers and gripping her ankle. As much as she writhed, she couldn’t get out of his strong hold. “Bad girl. Next time you try to run away from being tickled I will spank you, understand?” He said in a serious tone as the room went silent for a moment and Wren squirmed, awaiting her punishment of tickles soon to be unleashed upon her. “I rather have that right now instead of this if it’s on the menu.” Wren said as he smiled to her, humor flicking across his eyes. He ignored her request, beginning to tickle underneath her knees as she squealed in giggles. “HAHAHAHA, NATE! Please I’m literally going to pee myself! Stop!” She writhed more underneath him as she felt her bladder fail her for a moment and pee trickle out in a small squirt. Nate was chuckling as he watched her and she moved more under him. He could tell she was close to wetting by the more frequent squeals she made. “Babies wet themselves all the time. You can’t help it, you’re just a baby, Guinevere.” He said in a belittling tone between his breaths. It did become a workout trying to hold her down and tickle her. He moved knees and tickled the underneath of her other knee. Wren felt her bladder completely let go as she laughed loudly and he kept going. Her body squirming less as the diaper filled in warmth around her bottom and front section. “I want to test one more tickle spot.” Nate said, seeing her face get red and her laughs dwelling. She looked more relaxed and he could tell that she must have wet. Wren looked to him confused, wondering if he could tell she just wet. Nate flipped Wren onto her stomach as she blushed, feeling the warm squish on her crotch and realizing the urine hadn’t settled in the diaper yet so her front section of the diaper bulged more. Nate took off her socks as she gasped. “I wet already Nate, no need to continue!” She said, her foot curling as she tried pulling away. “I don’t think you’re done wetting yet, Guinevere.” He said behind her as he continued his torment, his fingertips quickly brushing the sole of her foot. Wren squealed in giggles. The feeling of his soft fingers brushing her soles making her feel a bit hot and bothered as he tickled, and he was right: she wasn’t done wetting. She felt her bladder give out on her again. Wren scrunched her face, feeling the wetness gather near the crotch of the diaper. As gross as it was, the dirty diaper clinging to her and pushing into the right places made her wet in a different way. How fucked up am I to like this? Wren thought to herself as Nate ceased his torment, letting go of his grip. Wren rolled over and sat on Nate’s bed, looking to him timidly as she wiped her tears from laughing so hard away from her face. “Come here.” Nate commanded as he sat and leaned against his headboard with a motion for her to crawl onto him. She obeyed and let him pull her into him, “Diaper check time.” He said in her ear in a sultry tone. Wren bit her lip as she looked up to him and then down as the diaper that swelled around her. It was now looking embarrassingly large after she wet it. She nuzzled her head into his chest in humiliation as his hand touched the front padding, eliciting a moan from Wren. Nate shifted in surprise by her excitement again, “Someone likes that, hm?” He tilted his head to get a better look at her face as she looked up to him with a slight nod. Nate chuckled lightly, his chest rumbling on Wren’s face as he pressed in again and she moaned once more. He then kept pressing, altering pressure on her squishy and warm diaper. She kept moaning as it felt better and better, but not enough to make her climax. To say the least, it was a tease for Wren. He sighed with a shake of his head, “You are so naughty this morning that I think maybe I should clean you and give you a proper spanking at this point.” He said as Wren moaned with a gasp when he touched her a last time. His words sending her close to the edge but not enough. It was like he was purposefully teasing her! So unfair! She thought. Nate moved her onto the bed and went to the bathroom, grabbing some wipes, a towel and something else he slipped into his pocket of his dark green plaid pajama bottoms that Wren couldn’t see. He came back with his supplies as she awaited him obediently. His eyes bounced happily at how she looked to flushed and excited for him. He placed the towel on his bed and patted the center of it for her to lay on top. She quickly climbed over to him as he laughed at her hunger more of his touch. Nate pressed into the crotch of her diaper as she moaned as she pushed against him and he scolded lightly, “Naughty girl.” He said, getting aroused from seeing her so excited in a dirty diaper. He removed the tapes of the sides of her diaper and opened his wipe package. Nate pulled down the front of the diaper and went to work, being sure to not touch her wet and red center with the wipes for a good minute. Wren was waiting for him to wipe her on her button, but he didn’t for a hot second. She groaned as she could almost tell he was trying to tease her at this point. Nate chuckled at her groan, grabbing a new wipe and quickly wiping her center parts, “There we go, all clean.” She groaned and threw her head back, starting to feel frustrated. “Spanking time, Guinevere.” He stated after he rolled up and threw out her dirty diaper. He sat on the side of the bed as she crawled over his lap. What happened next, she didn’t expect so suddenly. His fingers grazed her sweet spots and touched her for a few moments, rubbing her as she moaned loudly. Then he dipped into her for a few moments, pulling out after a good minute as she groaned again. “Can you please stop teasing me, Nate?” She asked as she laid there and tilted her head towards him in a pout. “When you say it like that it only prolongs your situation, hm?” He says with a serious and reprimanding tone that just makes her more excited as she groans again. She gasped in pleasure as she felt something cold and hard go into her and Nate snapped his fingers, the object inside of her coming to life and rocking back and forth with a slight vibration inside her, giving her a pleasurable feeling but not enough to get her to climax. “You’ve been a very very naughty baby, Guinevere.” He said again to remind her why she was getting this treatment. Wren squirmed in pleasure as whatever inside her kept her on edge as his fingertips grazed her bottom and he gave her a hard spank. Wren moaned, “Nate!” Nate smiled, knowing that she was kept on the brink of excitement as he began spanking her more and she squirmed underneath him. He continued for a good few minutes until he decided he teased her enough. “I think it’s time for someone’s treat.” He murmured as he snapped his fingers again and the magical bead inside her thrusted and vibrated harder inside. His hand rubbed her on the outside as she was sent over the edge. Nate kept touching her afterwards and didn’t stop the magical bead to her dismay as she kept moaning and built up to a second orgasm. After the second one he kept going and she shuddered into a sweet third one. He snapped his fingers and pulled the magic bead out. His mind musing that she was multi orgasmic and he would surely have fun with her going forward. “What a good girl.” He praised as he took a wipe, wiping her wetness on her lower regions off. Wren crawled off of him, kneeling on the bed and kissing him as her hand went down his abdomen and his hand grabbed her wrist quickly. His eyes narrowed to hers as he pulled away from their kiss. “Ah, ah, ah… do you want another spanking already?” He asked. She pulled back, “Sorry.” Wren said, blushing and feeling like she did something wrong. Nate kissed her forehead, “It’s okay little one, you’ve been such a good girl this morning.” Wren smiled and got off the bed, “I should probably go back to my dorm before Pixie thinks I was abducted by a witch cult again.” She said, eyes trailing to Nate’s bedside alarm stating it was already 9AM. Nate nodded, smiling warmly, “What are you doing later tonight?” He asked, leaning back a bit on the bed as her eyes looked at the magic bead still in his hand, a bit embarrassed on how excited she just was. Wren went to her clothes that were on the bed, putting on the skirt but putting her dirty underwear in her satchel. She shrugged, “I think I’m free?” Her eyes went back to the thing in his hand, “What is that, by the way?” Nate chuckled, looking down at it then to her, “It’s a magic sex toy, Wren.” Wren blushed, “It was nice.” She said, finding her socks on his bed and putting them on in a hobble. “Mhm, it seemed like you liked it.” He mused as humor played at his expression as he watched her try to fix her messy hair before she left. “Tonight I was going to the game, I was going to ask if you’d like to go with me?” Nate said after a few moments lost in his thoughts. “On a Sunday night there’s a game? What type?” “It’s the opening night for the Garlock Tournaments game.” Wren nodded, “Oh yeah! Frederick’s in that. Is it okay if Pixie and Luna join us?” Wren totally forgot about the opening night! Maybe it was the fact that she was in a coma for a week and forgot what day it way. Nate nodded, “Of course.” He said with a warm smile as she went to his door. “Thanks Nate for the urm-“ She trailed off, “really nice time, yesterday and today.” Nate chuckled, “There will be much more, Guinevere. I’m not as nice as I was today so don’t get used to it.” Wren blushed at the thought of what that meant, “Bye, Nate.” She said, not commenting on the last part of his statement before she slipped out of his room. Wren came back to her dorm, wrinkling her nose as she realized she smelled like baby powder or, quite possibly, urine from the morning activities and hoping Pixie was still sleeping when she came in the room. “Wren! I have so much I wanted to tell you!” Pixie exclaimed, already fully awake as she heard the door open. Wren said, “I just want to take a shower real quick if that’s okay, Pixie.” She said, wondering if she smelled like urine or baby powder and not knowing which one was worse to be caught with smelling like. Pixie said, “It’s really quick things though, just give me a second or two!” She said, running up to Wren and looking at her friends messier hair with a paused, “You two had sex, didn’t you?” Pixie asked suddenly, wanting to know. Wren bit her lip, “Yes, Pixie. We did.” Pixie squealed, “I knew it!!” She jumped up and down, “I’m so happy for you!” She paused, smelling her friend, “You kind of smell stale though to be honest. Maybe you should shower first, no offense.” Wren’s mouth fell in a line as she blushed, walking to the bathroom, “It’ll be 3 minutes tops and I’ll be back!” She ran into the shower quickly. Wren hopped out a few minutes later with her bathrobe on and her hair up in a towel as Pixie immediately attacked with questions, “Was he good in bed?” Wren blushed, “Really good, Pixie. Phenomenal.” She said, a bit embarrassed thinking about what had happened and that she had orgasmed more than she could count on one hand. Pixie smiled widely, “I’ve always heard mermen are really good in bed. A bit on the overwhelming side too, but I heard they have something where they’re really into oral due to their powers or whatever.” Wren was drinking water as she almost spit it out, “Pixie!” Her and Pixie began giggling. “Is it true though? Has he already went down on you?” She asked, light pink eyes curious. Wren sighed with a blush, “Yes he has.” Wren paused for a moment, “Did you say for their powers?” Pixie nodded, “It’s like a thing. They get euphoric feelings on doing oral based on their partners excitement and it also helps their powers or something like that. Look it up on Reddit threads, I promise I’m not making it up.” Wren blushed, wondering what that meant as she shook her head, feeling dizzy from the subject and wanting to change it, “So what did you want to tell me?” Pixie sat crossed legged, “So the whole witch cult trying to sacrifice you thing we were talking about yesterday, I figured out what I think happened to you!” She excitedly pulled her book out and opened it on a tabbed page, depositing it on Wren’s bed as Wren’s eyes traced the illustrations of a ritual with a huge moon near the woman drawn on a stake with a fire around her, “It’s in latin but I Google translated it and it says that on a full moon if a white witch is sacrificed, the white witch is struck with incredible magical powers, everlasting youth and healing powers.” Pixie paused, shaking her head at the text, “But if the sacrifice of a white witch happens on a Blood Moon, the white witch gets struck with the above BUT also becomes the High Priestess of the coven.” Wren squinted at the page in confusion, “Wh-what does that even mean?” Pixie explained, “That you’re the new leader of the cult, whether they like it or not or even know it yet.” Pixie got more excited as she spoke quickly, “And get this: if the High Priestess dies the coven also dies. That’s why they sacrifice white witches, because white witches are immortal which in turn makes them immortal.” Wren shook her head, “There’s no way that happened, Pix. If so, wouldn’t they have already came to me?” Pixie shrugged, “I’d say they don’t know yet. They obviously were stupid enough to sacrifice a white witch on a Blood Moon.” Wren shook her head, looking down and realizing what this may mean. It sounded great to Pixie, yet not to Wren. Wren didn't say it, but she was either dealing with incredibly stupid witches or incredibly brilliant ones that must have known she was a white witch. She gave it to Pixie for having an optimistic viewpoint, yet to Wren, this was as close to a death sentence she could ever get if she was truly immortal. This meant Wren was part of a deadly cult and, by the sounds of it, didn’t have the choice to walk away since she was now bound to this group of witches and warlocks she didn’t know. Whether Wren was now a leader of a witch cult or it's immortal slave, Wren didn't know yet but she had a feeling she'd soon find out.

Joseph is Jordan's old roommate mentioned all the way back in chapter 1. He's the one who moved out of the apartment. And Heather is his fiancé, the one he moved in with! They're mentioned a couple of times throughout the story but they are Jordan's closest non-ABDL friends!

I'm looking for a science fiction novel. Published in 1985 or earlier. The storyline is near future realistic. It is about a multinational crew going to start up or do maintenance on a space station around one of the outer planets. The main character is a female astronaut. Since it was written before NASA realized that diapers were easier to use in a space suit, the astronauts use catheters. The MC has problems with the catheters, and uses diapers unlike the rest of the crew. I got to where they were leaving for the mission and would really like to finish the book.

Just putting this out there… nasa if you need testers, I wanna do my part for my country!

The question was if we feel shame. My answer is a resounding no. Wrapping your head around it in the beginning can be hard but after you learn to properly manage it, it becomes simple.

Steve, Women with bladder problems in my mother's family goes back generations. Her mom, my Granny Vi, has told me her mom needed diapers as a young adult. Mom's youngest sister, my Aunt Betsy, babysat me when she was in high school. Betsy did not wear diapers to school, but pinned them on as soon as she came home from school. Her daughter never developed good bladder control. Both of Betsy's sons needed diaper for bed until their mid-teens. Me and all of my sisters needed diapers on trips because of OAB. We all lost night control at puberty and day control by age 21.