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Chapter 27: Playhouse I HAD CLIMBED my way back up the stairs after breakfast and taken a shower to clean myself up. Grandma had put a ladder in the bathtub that let me climb up into the tub and back out like an above-ground pool ladder back home. ‘I think Mom told me Grandma always gave her baths?’ I thought. When I was done and dressed in one of the casual jeans and sweatshirt sets from the previous day, I went out to my room to brush my hair. ‘Need to wash it tonight while I’m here,’ I thought. My sisters and mom had me in the habit of not washing it daily to keep it from drying out. Instead, I used the same dry shampoo stuff they did, and it worked pretty well. Rather than put my hair into a ponytail that day, I let it hang loosely past my shoulders like I usually did at home. Just in case I needed it, I put a black hairband on my wrist and thought about playing more with the goggles. My phone buzzed just then, Want to come over and hang out here? The message was from Shelby. Sure! I responded. Knowing I would have to go outside to get to their ‘house,’ I grabbed a coat we bought the day before and put my phone in a large zip hand pocket. I held off zipping it up until I got to the outside door. Hopping down the steps reminded me of jumping down some crazy steps at a Mayan pyramid back home on vacation. These things were massive compared to my small size. ‘Well, I am only the size of a very young baby to them,’ I reminded myself. At the bottom of the steps, I found Grandpa hanging around, “Finding everything okay?” He asked me. I nodded, “Shelby asked me to come over to their house?” “Glad to see you two getting along so well! Those kids never see friends outside of school. Well, Ryan doesn’t really leave here now; everything’s online, so he’s pretty much here like his mother - all the time.” “That seems boring,” I said. “It is; I worry about Shelby after she graduates. I’m hoping she can get through graduation and make it to Hamilton okay. Once she’s there, I’m sure she’ll be fine!” “Did you all ever consider moving to another state? I think that one is safer for Littles?” He nodded, “We thought about it, but with Grandma’s job, it would have meant leaving too much behind.” He shook his head, “Enough heavy talk, though,” he smiled and opened the front door for me, “Just go on over and knock. Knowing that girl, though, she’ll probably be waiting for you on the front porch!” “Thanks,” I told him. The open door blew a ton of cold air opposite the past few days, and I was really grateful I’d thought to grab a coat! Overnight the temperatures had dropped probably close to freezing, and it was night and day from the previous day. As I approached the house, I couldn’t help but think that to a Big would probably seem like a child’s playhouse. It appeared to be two stories tall, but even with a pitched roof, it still didn’t climb to the height of the first story of the main house! It was a cute home, though, with an old-fashioned wrap-around porch and rocking chairs sitting out on it. The paint complimented the main house, so it seemed like a well-to-do family built their ‘children’ the perfect place to play. As Grandpa guessed, Shelby was outside to greet me as soon as I approached the house. “What do you think?” She asked me. I climbed four stairs up the porch and motioned, “This seems like a normal place!” She laughed, “I’m sure this is more normal for you. It’s so rare to have things sized for Littles here! Come in before we freeze,” she said. She only wore leggings and a long sweater, so I figured she had to be cold! Inside, the house was nice and warm, and she said, “Take off your shoes there,” to me. I followed her directions and looked around. To my left was a dining room with a table that seemed bigger than the family one we ate at back home most of the time had been, but I figured that was just my short size. ‘I’m child sized even compared to back home,’ I had to admit. Room for probably eight Littles was present at the table, but somehow, I could tell it was five chairs at most that got used much. I figured a Betweener could probably sit in the chairs, if not a little bit like a middle schooler sitting on a kindergarten chair. Everything looked ‘real,’ and I guessed Amanda and Fred probably had some guests who cooed at it. Looking at the place, I noticed that there was a larger door that a giant could probably squeeze through. They would have to stay really low to not break anything, though! “Here, let me give you the tour!” she said with a smile. “Obviously, dining room,” she said and walked me back around the side and through a door where there was a… play kitchen? “Just a play kitchen?” I asked. She laughed, “Sort of…” with a shrug, “Mom never really cooked much anyway, so when Grandma and Grandpa built this for us, he put in a working refrigerator and freezer,” she gestured, “and then a working sink, dishwasher, and microwave.” Finally, she pointed to a newer-looking appliance, “And this an AmeniTea, our family Christmas present.” “What does it do?” I asked. “Cooks, anything you want?” She smiled. “Anything?” I asked. “Well, almost anything. It does have to have the resources for it. We have a pretty large starter pack, though, that we installed.” “That’s cool,” I said skeptically. “So the stove, though?” I pointed to what looked like a plastic toy stove from a daycare back home. “Doesn’t work; even when Mom lived on her own, she could have burned water!” She laughed. I laughed with her and let her lead me around the rest of the first story, where there was a half-bath, a Living Room with a sizeable holoscreen setup, and a really comfy-looking set of chairs and couches. Family pictures of Shelby and Ryan growing up were placed along the wall, along with photos with their mother with them. I even saw one with my mom and her mom together. Unable to help myself, I used the camera on my new phone to take a picture of it. “Whatcha doing?” She asked me. “It’s cute; I’ll send it to my sister Riley. Maybe she can use it to make a print for Mom.” “That’s cool; I know my mom misses your mom still.” “I know the same is true for my mom; she was just terrified of ever shrinking even smaller if she came back.” “Well, that’s it for this floor; the basement is our old play area and Mom and Ryan’s hidden work areas. As far as any Big guests are concerned, Mom still plays there with the toys during the day.” “That’s got to be weird?” I asked as she led me up the stairs. She nodded, “We’re just lucky we have Grandma and Grandpa; if Mom had any other parents, we might never have even been allowed to potty train or leave daycare ourselves.” “I’m glad they are,” I said. Shelby pointed, “That’s Ryan’s room, Mom’s room is down there, and this is mine,” she said with a smile. She pushed open a white bedroom door with her name on a cute nameplate, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?” She asked, clearly offended. “I need a picture of Riley’s room to show you, but your room looks nearly identical to hers! Like, I swear she even has that exact same comforter!” She looked at me in surprise, “Really?” I laughed, “Yeah, I wish we could get the two of you together. You’re like long-lost twin sisters in some ways!” But then, I looked around and noted that her vanity was just a little different; probably the only main difference was the open box of girls’ Pull-Ups off the side. She blushed a little when I noticed, but I said, “Why are you embarrassed? I’m wearing one right now too?” She shrugged, “I just like to think I’m an adult; I hate wearing them.” She motioned for me to sit on the floor across from her as she sat and leaned against her daybed. “Your school rules require them?” I asked. She shook her head, “Not necessarily. You can go to school without protection on… it’s just too risky?” “How so?” Shelby sighed, “So for a Little in our high school, we have potty charts like you do… but they’re not quite as important? Besides being an embarrassing item in your homeroom class, it’s not a big deal. You can go to college without any potty stars. The worst case is that a university like Emerson may highly encourage diapers instead of Pull-Ups when you go to college.” “I won’t say that makes sense… but I guess that seems like something they would do.” She nodded, “So anyway, as long as you’re wearing at least a Pull-Up and have an accident, it’s not the end of the world. You might even be lucky enough to make it home without a teacher or a Big student noticing.” “If they do?” I asked. She shrugged, “They usually change you if it’s a teacher, or if it’s a student, they’ll either change you or drag you to the nurse. Just depends on the Big.” “Change you? Where?” I asked. “If it’s a teacher, probably right in the classroom in front of everyone.” I felt my jaw drop, “You’re kidding!” “Nope, if you’re baby enough to have an accident, they feel like they can change your pants in public.” “That’s horrible! Has that happened to you?” I asked hesitantly. She nodded, “Not since Middle School, though. Grandma found out and went to school and ripped the heads off the teacher and principals. I’ve never had a problem with them doing that in high school.” I wanted to ask if she had accidents, but I thought better of it. “What happens if someone isn’t wearing a Pull-Up or something and has an accident?” “There aren’t many idiots who won’t at least wear a Pull-Up, but they usually get spanked in front of everyone and are never allowed back at school without diapers for the rest of the year. Their potty privileges get completely revoked then, too - they can’t even enter a bathroom without an alarm going off.” “This place is nuts!” I said. She nodded, “You’re right; I wish I could visit your dimension! The idea of living without diapers and some Amazon’s nursery hanging over my head sounds amazing!” I suddenly felt terrible for her and leaned in and hugged her, “I’m sorry you’ve grown up like that!” She looked shocked but smiled, “I’ve had it better than most! At least Grandma and Grandpa helped make sure no one could really bully us as much.” I nodded, “Mom said they protected her a lot too.” I looked around her room and asked, “So, like, what do you like to do for fun? Ryan already let me know you’re not a swimmer. I guess you do martial arts like my family… but what else do you do to hang out with friends?” She shrugged, “Hard to actually have ‘playdates’ with friends growing up. Other than at school, friends, I don’t really have many. I spend a fair amount of time on homework and then maybe some with my EdgeSphere goggles playing games.” “Those are really cool; I haven’t had much of a chance to play yet, though.” She smiled, “Aunt Megan and Meggy are coming over later this afternoon; I’m sure she would be happy to play a couple games with us.” She shook her head, “Just don’t hope to beat her on any games!” “Why?” I asked. “So my mom designs clothes still, right?” I nodded. “When Aunt Megan adopted Meggy, it was more like she adopted a teenager still in some ways. The girl basically sits and plays video games all day!” “Oh, that’s kind of cool!” “Yeah, but it also means she’s, like, at the Professional Level. With EdgeSphere games, she can hide that she’s a Little and plays all the time as this world-class gamer. She’s amazing!” “I guess practicing every day for decades and never having to stop for a potty break would help?” She laughed, “That’s almost exactly what she says!” Shelby and I hung out for the next couple of hours, and it felt very much like being with Riley. Then, just before lunch, she led me downstairs for the rest of the tour and showed me the basement. Most of it was occupied by the largest play area I could imagine outside a daycare! Toys meant for kids six months to three years were spread about as if they were regularly played with. I had to ask, “So, do these actually get played with?” Shelby blushed, “Sometimes… We’ve had a pretty lonely childhood, and sometimes we move things around to make it look good in case LPS visits.” “Does that happen often?” I asked nervously. She shook her head, “Only twice while I’ve been alive. Our nurseries in Grandma and Grandpa’s house passed inspection with no problem. The playhouse was less liked until they saw this room.” “How does an Amazon even get in here?” I asked. She smirked, “They sent a Betweener in.” I noticed some dolls that looked like they probably were twenty years old, while other toys looked like they had just been pulled from the packaging. “You said your mom has a workroom here?” “Ryan does, too,” she said, leading me to a wall with a play nursery setup. She pressed on a spot on the changing table behind some toy diapers, and a section of the wall disappeared. “Whoa, cool!” I said. “Holo-wall?” “Yep, Grandma is pretty creative!” The wall exposed a hallway that must have gone into the ground a little way before we came to the first open doorway. Ryan was inside working on something on a computer. “Hey, Ryan,” Shelby said. He didn’t hear us, so he jumped, “Oh, it’s you two! Hi,” he said. Then, without saying anything else, he said, “Gotta keep working here…” “See you later,” I said and followed Shelby back out of the room and noticed across the hallway, there was another room. “What’s that one?” I asked. “Oh, Grandma made a room for me too in case I ever want to just work from home… I want to leave and go to college, though, so it’s pretty empty.” She opened the door and showed me a barebones home office without anything personalizing except a couple pictures. “Cool, even if you don’t use it!” I said, “It’s got to be nice to have a backup?” She nodded, “It is; I hope I’m long gone after graduation!” I nodded and knew that would be similar to Mom leaving, and I suspected the family would miss her a lot. She continued down the hallway and opened a door at the end that led to a vast open room filled with bolts of fabrics, sewing machines, and some odd contraption in the middle that her mom was working with. She looked up and said, “Oh, hey, guys!” “What are you working on there?” I asked. “Oh, this is a FashionFuser,” she smiled. “I put in all of the details of clothes, and it’ll print, sew, and size any clothing for me.” I watched as she fiddled with some settings, “I was just getting ready to print this sample dress,” she said. “Can we watch?” I asked. “Sure, it doesn’t take long,” Aunt Bella said. With the press of a button, I saw the machine come to life, and in a clear cube in the middle, a dress dummy suddenly sprang to life from nowhere. “What is that?” I asked, “Where did that come from?” Aunt Bella giggled, “Your mom would have loved this thing too. It’s a hologram that is precisely the model’s measurements for the dress or garment. So it prevents having multiple types of dress dummies like I used to have.” I watched as from nowhere, like a 3D printer, it began running an attachment around in circles from the top of the dummy downward, and a dress began to take shape. “Mom, you are not going to get me to try one of those monstrosities on again!” Shelby griped beside me. “Huh?” I said, even as I realized there was a reason she wouldn’t want to be caught dead in it. It must have been the frilliest and most babyish dress ever imagined! A diaper cover was just visible under the short skirt of the dress when it was done. The dress skirt puffed out and was supported by some sort of fabric, pushing it out to where it would probably nearly be as wide as the wearer’s arm span! It featured lace around the outside of puffy short sleeves, more lace around the neck, and some lacy white fabric peeked out from beneath the skirt. It was so adorably sweet I was pretty sure every Amazon in the dimension would fall over trying to dress their Little girls in them! “Don’t worry, sweetie, this one is for me. Your cousin Meggy’s birthday party is next week, and she is having a Little party with baby attire required.” “Do I have to go?” Shelby asked nervously. “I can definitely make a matching outfit for you? You’d certainly be adorable if I made this in pink?” Her mom teased her with a smirk. “Or, you can just be a babysitter?” “Babysitter!” Shelby said as quickly as she could while picking up her mom and hugging her. I laughed at the two of them and had to appreciate the unique relationship they had! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! Please press the 'Like’ Button at the top of this chapter to like this work and help others find it! Comments are always super appreciated as well! I appreciate those of you who liked the previous chapter! 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Sorry for the long absence, I've been in a writing competition for over a month. I'll try to be better. Chapter 3 Like anyone who has been in school the days just blend together. Sure the lessons are different, new assignments given. New gossip, weather and news from the sports teams. But they are all the same on any given day. An assignment due every class, a test in nearly one subject or another every day and a paper or project due every week. It was the hardest semester I’ve ever done. When the days blend I sometimes lose myself in thought. Which is what happened to me one February day as I was walking through the hallway and a door opened so fast I just didn’t have time to react and the stout wood hit me square in the head. The impact sent me stumbling backward, falling onto my padded rear, letting all the air out of the diaper. My backpack, which was already heavy for me, pulled my back in a further lean, giving me a good view of Tagger who stood there looking at me as I held my head and tried to orient myself. “Ouch!” I said aloud, I could already feel the headache coming. Tagger and I were just staring there for several seconds before I realized the entire hallway had gone quiet. Every amazon had stopped to look at Tagger, the door and a fallen little. For most the logic would be sound. The little ran into the door as it was opening, however, given what had happened to Tagger for the last few weeks it was anything but logical. Tagger had become a ghost of his former self. His self-confidence had been destroyed. Most of his football group didn’t sit with him anymore at lunch or assemblies. The experience had caused a slight relapse and he had been forced to wear a diaper for a few days, then pull-ups for a few weeks. He’d only returned to normal underwear, according to the gossip of this place a few days ago. Last week he’d passed me in the hallway with his face was a mixture of anger and shame. He tried to hit me once when he was out of diapers. He lifted me by my shirt and pressed my back hard against the lockers. It was difficult to breathe for a few seconds until Katy and several other amazons told him to put me down. Several of his former friends had stood behind Katy and intimidated him to put me down. I don’t know the particulars of what happened afterwards but for the last few days he’s just passed me. Never looked or made eye contact. And here he was now on the other side of a door that just hit me. I’m not mad at him. I mean was an honest mistake, I should have been paying attention. “How could you Tagger!” an amazon female shouted. The sound hurt my ears but not nearly as much as the sounds that came after. Dozens and dozens of amazons flooded the hallways creating an ever growing barrier between Tagger and me. I never moved and yet I could feel the crowd get larger, their voices making my head hurt more and more. I heard some shouting in the distance followed by someone shouting fight but that was soon fading away as I was picked up by Elsa, one hand on my back and the other cupping my diaper under my pants. She wasn’t pressing me to her like Bree does, eh allowed me to support my head with my hand to mitigate the headache as she walked down the hallway, opposite of the Tagger. I could feel other hands rubbing my back and pulling the waistband of my pants so I knew they were checking me themselves. I tried to tell them to just let me go to class but every time I opened my mouth speak I was shushed. By either Elsa or another from the crowd that was clearing the hallway for Elsa to carry me. You would think she was handling an explosive with how much they were overreacting. After a few minutes I realized they were taking me to the nurse’s office. Nothing I said was going to make them stop; too many amazons in full parental panic, emotion to the highest decree, washing over them. The nurse’s office wasn’t much better. You should have heard the disappointment when the staff turned away most of the amazons away except for Elsa and one other amazon girl that had walked in with her. With the crowd at the door, another flurry I found myself in as the nursing staff took over. To give you some perspective…our school nurses office is nearly as big as a hospital waiting room. It was mean to take care of over 60 students at a time. Anything more than that and they would call the hospitals. After informing the nurse at the front desk what happened, without any input from me, we were escorted to a room where I was changed into a hospital gown and being held and baby talked by the two girls. My watch was removed and laid on the table. After a few moments I was taken to the schools MRI machine where I was swaddled in a blanket, “please remain as still as you can Aaron. I know the machine is scary and makes loud noises but do your best to be a brave boy,” the nurse said to me before leaving the room. Does every amazon believe we are as fragile as glass? The machine started up, it was a very loud noise but aside from that I really didn’t have a problem. It took a few minutes but I was eventually picked back up and delivered back to the room where Elsa and the other were but it turned out the nurse had told them to return to class. I was laid on the table. The lights were dimmed low and I was told to rest until the results came in. As the door close I put my watch back on, twisting the dial. Immediately I could feel little pins and needles sensations move up my arm, similar to when blood flow returns to your limbs after cutting the flow off. In truth it was my little nano-machines when they reached my ear, Morpheus spoke. You have a concussion Aaron. “That would explain the headache” I replied, turning over on my stomach to conceal my face in as much darkness as possible. Morpheus had evolved ten thousand times over since the start of the year. With his help in comprehensive coding of the Nantes I was able to finish my project a week early. Then I simply used my last week to improve on my original design, made changes in the schematics of the coding and paperwork and finalized it before submitting it to Mr. Tully last week. I only mention this because the nurse is typing on her computer a recommendation for you…summary regression. Zero chance of getting hurt like this again. “How did you—“I started before I remembered that Morpheus scans nearby machinery and electronics when he starts. Computers, phones, tablets, security footage, robots and machinery. This feature let him orient itself with its surroundings. “Never mind” I said softly. There is no way she got approval for that summary, nor would she be allowed to implement it but when have amazons really followed the rules when it comes to being fair to littles. Sure enough, a few minutes later the nurse comes in with a cup of apple juice, she tells me to drink it as it will help me feel better. After a she left I struggled getting off the table and pouring the apple juice into a potted plant tin the corner, something doctors’ offices do to make the room nicer for people. Another struggle getting back up on the table and my head was pounding. I lay there for another few minutes before I heard the door open. I thought it was the nurse checking to see if I drank the apple juice but then I heard additional voices. “We only have a few minutes before the nurse comes back,” a female voice said. The bright lights flicked on, I covered my mouth as the headache came back. “Don’t you dare scream,” another female voice said. I was manhandled onto all fours as my diaper was pulled down and a sharp slap connected with my rear end forcing a muffled scream into the hand. A few moments passed before I felt a cold liquid smeared around my butt hole and then a foreign object forced into it. I screamed again into the hand, followed by another sharp smack on my rear end and the object finished entering. It took a few seconds but then I felt liquid entering me. It was an enema. I tried to move but the amazon’s arms held me in place. I couldn’t do anything but squirm and take it. It was then, Shelly Henning sat on the bed in front of me, a large smile on her face. “Hi baby,” she said. She wasn’t trying to hide her pleasure in my pain. “I know you’ve been having trouble going during the daytime so this should help. The enema is mostly water but there are a few chemicals to help you. It’s the same thing my mother gives to her littles to ensure they make poopies.” ‘Ugh’ she went on and on about littles in need of parents to take care of them. It was when the enema was near the end that her real motivation came about. “Now, I want you to thank me for the enema and helping to keep you healthy.” I was mad. I didn’t want to say it but all it took was whoever was behind me twisting the nozzle and I gave in, “thank you” I said “for keeping me healthy by giving me this enema.” “Your welcome baby. Now you can do me a favor as repayment for this kindness.” The nozzle was being pulled…slowly. The pain was excruciating. Not just the pressure on my bladder but the pain on my butthole. As she spoke the girls finished removing the enema bulb and lifted the diaper back in place. “I know you act very smart baby boy. You make good grade but you spend way too much time trying not to mess your pants. Still, I need your mind. I want you to hack the school’s auto closet.” That was an odd request. I mean the thing is essentially a computer but why in the world would you want to hack a fancy closet? It doesn’t keep any valuable records (credit cards or passwords). Al it can do is change clothes. I pondered this, why would a stuck up girl like Shelly care about getting access to a machine that changes clothes? Humiliation? Maybe. But if that was true, it would mean she wasn’t to humiliate more than one person. Shelly acted like the queen bee of the school but she isn’t. Pretty-yes, smart-yes, conniving-oh yes but as for being on top of the social hierarchy of the school-maybe just outside of the top ten. A smack on my diapered bottom jostled my heavy bladder and brought me back to reality. Shelly was telling me she wanted complete access to the auto-closet and she wanted access by the next week. I didn’t want to do it. For one it was a crime as it was a functioning tool of the school. Second, by tampering with it, it would be a crime against the company that made it as it violated their warranty policy. I had to figure out something to do. All I could think of was stalling. “Shelly, it can’t be done in a week. The safety firewalls are adaptive algorithms that change every second. It would take me three weeks to calculate them on any computer to get past them.” She showed little to no interest in my words. Another smack on my diaper and she chided me for trying to make excuses and not do this little favor for her. I simply replied that I would do it only if she gave me the right amount of time to get it done. After a few more seconds of pleading she finally agreed but if I didn’t deliver as soon as possible she would be back with super suppositories. She and her two friends left with the enema bag and when the door she it was like they were never there. My bladder was hurting, my butt was tingling with heat and my head was hurting from the added stress. I waited there with every muscle in my butt clenched to keep everything inside. It was a losing battle and if I didn’t do something soon I was going to go into the diaper. That would be all anyone needs to demerit me and send me to the principle for discipline. Or worse, regression. After the nurse came in, surprise on her face more than anything that I wasn’t regressed, she checked my vitals again. It took everything in my power to not cry out when she drew blood. The resident doctor checked me over and said I was good to go back to class. I walked out into the hallway, a little shaky but nothing terrible, but every single step is making my but hurt. With people moving about the hallways I didn’t dare make a run for the bathroom; I would be stopped just before I could ever enter. I can tell some of the amazon women are watching me. Like they knew something was going to happen to him, waiting for it to happen. I walked with purpose toward the stairs until I felt a hand take mine and jerk me toward the elevator. Before I could even notice what happened the elevator doors were closing and a ping announced over the elevator. Thank you Ms. Parker I looked up to see Rosalie looking at me with equal parts worry and anger. Turned out Rosalie had heard about it what happened to me and had come to see me but overheard Shelly and her threats. She heard what they were doing to me and hid before anyone else could see her. “Where are we going?” I asked. “The home economics class is empty this period, the nurse leaves the door unlocked in the event a little has an accident. It would be better to do it there, no one on that side of the floor for until after lunch. The elevator pinged and we stepped out, heading left to the home economics room. I never thought I would enter this room ever again after freshmen year. The smell of baby powder and wipes is a permanent stain in this room. Rosalie led me to the private office where its own private bathroom was at. It was a little bigger than me. Rosalie laid an adaptation on top of the toilet. “I have to use this sometimes. Some amazon toilets are too big even for me. I didn’t ask or reason that I was using her toilet seat. My bowels constricted and in truth the idea that I was dropping my pants in front of a girl was just gone. I couldn’t get the diaper off, I didn’t have my tools with me. So I just sat on the adapter…diaper and all. Rosalie pulled my shirt off at the last second before it happened. BLLLLLLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!! It all came rushing out. A watery mess that felt sticky on my rear end. My eyes were closed and the mess just kept coming. After several minutes the diaper must’ve reached capacity because it leaked out of the diaper and into the toilet. It wasn’t just that, oddly a sense of relief washed over me as my bowls cleared. Maybe even a euphoric feeling, which was quickly replaced with disgust at the fact that the diaper held most of the mess against me. I was panting. I was exhausted from all of this. Not to mention that my head was still hurting and I was only in a diaper in front of a girl. It was then I looked up to see Rosalie had stepped out of the bathroom sometime in my blowout. I took a sigh of relief at that until I realized she was going to see and smell it when she came back in. After moments of silence and the last trickle came out; I just sat there and waited. “Are you done?” she called. At first I nodded before realizing I didn’t say much of anything. “Yes” I said. “Ok, well don’t freak out, but this is the best way to clean you.” The door opened and in walked a nannybot. I panicked, trying to move but the full diaper just sloshed around and more came out of the leg holes but it threw me of balance. The nannybot was dressed in a maids outfit, all forest green with white frills and apron. Most nanny bots have the same stock face, like mannequins in a store. Modeled after some famous actress years ago. Unlike fancier nanny bots, this one was on wheels, moving smoothly as it approached and picked me up. It was an odd sensation and at first me fear kicked it at this. Being taken to the changing table. The Nanny bot removed the diaper, dropping it into the waste, before taking me to the large sink for bathing infants. A steady stream of warm water washed over me as the nanny bot scrubbed me from head to toe, taking intense care around my privates. While being manhandled I noticed Rosalie watching the ordeal from beside the bot. “Relax Aaron, its ok,” she said softly. “It’s the most efficient way to clean you.” By this point the bath was over and I was being dried. “I don’t want this thing to go too far” I said. “Relax, I gave it the instructions. Just let the bot do its thing and it will be over soon,” she replied. Being dry I was whisked back to the changing table where all of the straps were used. A vial of liquid was massaged into my skin for a few seconds before wiping me down. Then the bot lifted my legs, a baby wipe going over my rear side that was when I noticed my hair was gone. “Oh crap, now I’m hairless like a little” I said. “In case you forgot, Aaron, you are a little,” Rosalie replied. Baby powder patted into my butt before I was wrapped back into a diaper. The diaper snug against my skin. It wasn’t a super thick diaper but it was definitely more than the pampers I usually wear. In no time I was redressed in my school uniform before the nannybot returned to its station and began recharging. ‘Huh’ I thought, “usually nannybots are all cooing and baby talk, it was almost weird not hearing it talk.” “My parents had a nannybot for me when I was a child,” Rosalie said. “One of the first things I learned was the speech centers. I couldn’t stand it as a kid. I used to leave my room at night to tinker with it.” She gestured to the nannybot while I slipped my backpack on, “fortunately this one obeys commands.” My impression of Rosalie was definitely raised at this point. My headache getting less and less but it was still there. We walked out of the room, the hallway now empty as classes had begun. She elbowed me in the side in a playful manner. This was actually a bit of fun, being out in the hallways during class time. A little bit of a rebellion, for someone like me who lives strictly by the rules, it’s a very freeing moment. The same feeling when you have a holiday off. Down the stairs we reached the junction, her class was the opposite direction from me, “I’m going this way,” she said. “I’m this way,” I motioned in the opposite direction. “Well I have to say this was exciting compared to a normal school day. Glad I could help.” “Hey, Rosalie…thank you,” I was turning away from her when the quick patter of feet came up behind me. All of a sudden Rosalie kissed me, on the cheek, but she kissed me. Then ran off down the hallway. Shock was the only word I could think of. “It would appear Ms. Parker likes you” Morph’s voice snapped me out of my daze and forced me back to reality and to my waiting class. After handing the teacher the nurse’s note I took my seat and set about taking notes on everything. Thinking on Shelly’s threat of physical harm if I didn’t hack the auto-closet. The attempted regression by the nursing staff. Being manhandled by a nannybot in front of a pretty girl and yet, that kiss kept popping up at random. Toward the end of the class the school announcements were being read overhead. Our schools basketball team was apparently on track to win another championship, which was conflicting. On the one hand I’m glad our school is doing well but on the other hand I’ve never been to a single game. Littlest were not allowed to attend sporting events without a parent (adopted or biological) or a guardian. No little wanted that as it would go to the amazons head that the little in question was wanting to be adopted and would therefore have no need to watch the game. Especially after a little in my sophomore year attended a volleyball game and was adopted and diapered before the match was even half done. Someone had poured water down her clothes and made it look like she wet herself, or so I was told by my fellow littles. Speaking of littles, we are down to just three of us. Kevin had made the mistake of believing an amazon who’d invited him to a party at their house. Don’t get me wrong, there was a party, there was also alcohol and plenty of amazon females. Within an hour, LPS and police arrived, Kevin was deemed to put himself into harm’s way and that clearly made him having a case of maturosis. Elizabeth Burkhart, daughter of the home economics teacher ended up adopting Kevin. There was nothing that could be done. Bree made sure to usher me toward him when Elizabeth brought him to school as the home economics aid (a position I’d been force to do my freshmen year). The sad part of that was I was forced to do it, but because I was the aid, I didn’t actually participate in the class and the teacher gave me a B-. I looked on as I saw Kevin suffering the same fate. His new mommy and grandmother could force him to do this year after year. With announcements over, so was class. I knew word had gotten around school, though Tagger’s fate was unknown to me. Still I moved quickly through the hallways, Bree will be looking for me, but for this last period we are not together, if I can get down to the second level and I n the classroom I will be in the clear— I was whisked up in the air and my face was planted against a woman’s chest. “Oh Aaron, you’ve had me so worried” Bree cried out. A quick movement and a door shutting and I found myself sitting on a counter top, my head even with Bree’s boobs. She was poking and prodding my head, searching my face and hair for any sign of bruising. Bree herself looked like she’d been crying for a while now. Some of her mascara was runny and teardrops lay on the collar of her shirt. “My god, are you hurt? Did he hurt you? What did the doctor say? Are you in pain? Do you need a new diaper?” The endless sea of questions were pouring out of Bree and it seemed every few seconds she would embrace me in a tight hug as if to assure herself that I was still here. “You’re crushing my head in your hugs Bree and I still have a headache,” I managed to say in between hugs. Bree released me and after a few calming breaths she smiled. I confirmed that I was ok. I also thanked her for her concerns but I really was ok. Bree touched up her makeup and carried me to my last class. She was almost reluctant to let me go. After class she Bree insisted on a last diaper change but honestly I thinks she was looking for a reason to check on me again. ~*~ Over the weekend I spent majority of time working on Shelly’s request. Since there was no evidence it would be my word against Shelly’s and no matter how smart I am, amazons will not simply take my word for it. In fact, with false accusations, it could be declared maturosis. And with the threat of further attacks it seemed easier to just work on it. I set up the code accessing the auto-closet while I set morph to build an app that could set it to a phone. This seemed easier than simply giving Shelly a webpage. That would give more people options to mess with it and I simply wanted Shelly to be the only one doing damage. I took some time to clean, school work. I had some in depth conversations with my lawyers concerning the house being sold, my college dorm has already been paid for. He also set up a video chat with my roommate, and my contract for the end of the year. All in all it was a busy weekend and I still hadn’t finished Shelly’s request. I needed some conversion help in the coding to switch between the sensors and the app. For this I needed to speak with Dylan, he would be more familiar with this code. I mean his project is anti-gravity equations which use conversion algorithms. I need to talk with him and convince him somehow. This upcoming week is Valentines week, ugh, I wish I was sick this week. It’s just too much love. Don’t get me wrong I’ve nothing against it but this week it feels too much. With groceries delivered and everything set out for the week I turned in. It was not peaceful sleep. I woke up several times covered in sweat. Nightmares of being adopted by Shelly or getting thrown into an automated daycare or etiquette school would not let me have a peaceful night’s sleep.

Chapter 10: One on One The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess ‘Poor Sarah…’ I thought to myself, as the Headmistress carried me down the hallways and into her office. She didn’t even put me in a stroller like our Nanny does, she just carried me the whole way in her arms, my legs still wrapped around her hips. It still shocked me how strong she was. I pushed the jealousy I felt towards Brian getting to do… that… with Sarah to the back of my mind, as the Headmistress closed the door behind her and walked over to a lone seat in the middle of the room. I waited for her to place me in it… but she walked right past it, over to her modern white desk and office chair, sitting down and placing me on her lap facing her. I had a quick look around whilst she adjusted herself and got comfortable in her seat. This office was… very bare. It was white and modern, very minimalistic, very… clinical. I guess it’s to keep up with the rest of the appearance of this being an ‘institute’. Her white desk and large office chair sat at one end of the room, with a couple of personal effects in the corner of the desk next to her mobile phone. In the other corner of the desk stood a touch-screen monitor that was currently on standby. Behind us was an enormous portrait of the complex from the outside. In the corner was a bookshelf full of books and textbooks. A large red rug spanned most of the centre of the room, adding the only bit of colour to this monochromatic office. And aside from the chair in the centre of the room facing us… that was it. I was expecting… more. “Aww sweetie…” She said to me, putting her hand to my cheek and cupping it slightly. Instinctively I pressed against her hand and felt a warm, comforting sensation fill my heart. “I’m sorry I missed out on our other one-on-ones this week, darling. I had a lot of business to attend to. Has Nanny been good to you?” “I… uh huh…” I replied nervously. Her posture, her face… even her smell made me feel weird around her. “Good. Can’t have my prize baby getting treated badly. I’m glad I assigned her to you, she seems to have a good head on her.” “She… she’s nice.” I replied. I don’t know why I was sticking up for our Nanny, but I guess she was kinda nice… “Oh good. And what’s your little roommate like?” The Headmistress asked, sounding genuinely interested. “Sarah? She’s… nice too.” “You have to tell me a bit more than that, sweetpea...” “I like her. She’s friendly and nice.” “And is she as good as you are?” “She… I think so, yeah.” “So, obviously you won’t remember the previous week and our previous one-on-ones, so let’s catch me up on how your lessons are going. Is Mr Smith doing a good job?” “Doing a good job at turning us into babies? Yeah.” “Are you enjoying your lessons?” She asked. “I… umm…” “Be honest.” “Uh huh…” I replied, feeling like I had to tell the truth. Or at least the truth she wanted to hear. “You don’t sound so sure.” “I… don’t like that he puts hypnosis in our heads that can make us… you know…” “Oh, the thing I just saved you from?” “...Yeah.” I mumbled. “I think it’s cute. I would have liked to have seen you hump your roommates nappy…” She grinned down at me. I blushed and looked away from her face, but ended up catching myself staring at her rather large breasts that her open blouse was making very obvious. “I…” “Don’t worry, I’ll feed you in a bit. Just need to finish these questions and then I can feed you. Then I’ll get you back to class. I wish I could keep you here for longer, but you need to be in your classes.” I snapped back to my senses and looked up at her. “Why… Why hypnosis?” I asked. “Why not just force us to be babies? The injections make us helpless as it is… Or why not just hypnotise us the whole way?” “Because I don’t want mind-controlled babies, sweetheart. And I don’t want little brats who will make our client’s lives difficult. I want babies that slowly accept their place and actually enjoy it.” “I… guess that makes sense.” I replied. “So are the other babies following your excellent example?” “I… some of them are playing, yeah.” “Such a good girl! And you did that all by yourself too, I didn’t have a single part in you doing that!” She said, making the butterflies in my tummy happy again. “Is that it? No more questions?” I asked, nervously. “Does Nanny Alice ask you anything else? She’s had you the past few days whilst I’ve been busy, I want to make sure she’s doing her job.” “Umm… I don’t think so.” “How about you? Do you have any questions for me?” “Umm… do you know what this ‘special punishment’ is?” I asked, hoping she’d answer. Her face turned serious all of a sudden. “And who is punishing you?” She asked, sternly… as if she was ready to murder someone. “Oh… no one… yet.” “Oh good. Wait, yet?” “Mr Smith… he put us in teams. I’m on the Red Team with Sarah and another couple of girls. Over the week we earn points at the end of each day, basically for acting like the best babies. We… are winning.” “Good girl!” She smiled. “If we win, we get special privileges next week. The losing team gets a special punishment.” “Is that so…?” She trailed off. “If I know Mr Smith… and I really do… that is going to be a punishment you definitely don’t want.” She said, winking at me. “I mean if he forcefully made Sarah and Brian… you know… yeah, I think you’re right.” I replied. I felt like I could talk with her like this forever. The way she talks, her smile… I was smitten. “Oh, before I forget, you need to do a couple of tests for me, sweetpea. Just basic English and Maths to make sure you’re progressing well. Why don’t you turn and do them on my desk whilst I brush your hair?” The Headmistress suggested. “I… guess…” “Good girl.” She said, slowly turning me around on her lap, placing a familiar test and a pencil in front of me. “And then we’ll get you some lunch and back in your class.” I blushed at the thought of nursing from her. Not going to lie… it definitely made the test harder to complete when I couldn’t concentrate. “Good job, babygirl!” She said, turning me back around once I had finished. The hairbrushing whilst I was completing the test… was nice. I always loved having my hair brushed. But now it was time. Time for… lunch. Positioning me gently in her arms, my legs hanging over the edge of the chair arm, she held my head close to her breast as she undid the few remaining buttons on her blouse and began to nurse me. I was used to the milk by now, but it still… OKAY FINE, IT FELT GOOD! I’ll admit it! I loved it! Happily nursing on her breasts, I lost myself again and drifted off into my own little happy headspace as time passed and my nappy grew thicker… and warmer… and wetter. “D’aww, I’ll definitely have to change you before getting you to class… actually, no! I think it’ll be cuter if you go back with your soaked nappy.” The Headmistress laughed. I blushed at her decision, but I continued nursing and pushed everything that the past week and a half had thrown at us to the back of my mind. After ‘lunch’, I was swiftly returned to class, with a quick kiss on the cheek by the Headmistress, followed up with a quick pat on my padded bum as I waddled into the classroom and fell over, my fall softened by the plush carpet. Once the Headmistress left, I looked around at a class full of embarrassed adults, all in soggy nappies… looking exhausted. “Oh hello little Judy. You just missed out.” Mr Smith said, looking directly at me. ‘Damn…’ I thought to myself. I hadn’t had any action since before we arrived, so part of me wanted to be included. “Though I guess little Sarah could go again…” He grinned. Sarah, exhausted already, looked up at Mr Smith, then at me, with her eyes wide open in shock. Shaking her head, she was just about to plead as Mr Smith opened his mouth. “Sarah, Judy… happy time…” Day 5 Okay so yesterday really changed things between me and Sarah. After Mr Smith… made us rub our nappies together… I’m not gonna lie, it was awkward. We kept our distance a bit for the rest of the day, until that evening, when we were alone in our crib together… and she grabbed my hand and squeezed it. We edged our bodies closer together, feeling the warmth of one another as our faces lay next to each other, our noses touching. It was then… that she took the initiative and kissed me. Like… actually kissed me. In this bleak situation, being kidnapped and regressed and humiliated… having something slightly normal felt even better than it used to. She quickly retracted and blushed, but before she could backtrack on this and start doubting everything, I quickly pressed my lips against hers and kissed her back. And for the remainder of the night, we snuggled happily together, trying desperately to push everything that was going on around us to the back of our minds so we could enjoy it. I woke up to yet another wet nappy, and a sleeping Sarah with her head lay on my shoulder, sucking her dummy and drooling slightly. “D’aww, she’s adorable!” Alice said, bending down over the crib. “I’ll leave you two for a bit longer, there's no rush today, it’s still early.” I thanked Alice and rested my head on Sarah’s, stroking her hair, enjoying this time we had together. So yes… Day 5. Painting! They brought out a bunch of paper and laid it all out on the floor, and gave us access to lots of paint. Problem was… we weren’t given brushes. At first everyone was looking around, trying to find the brushes. But it wasn’t until I slapped my hand in the yellow paint and then on the paper on the floor that people realised what we were expected to do. Sarah quickly followed suit and dipped her hand in the red paint, before slapping it down on the paper next to where my handprint was. Slowly but surely, more people joined in and started enjoying themselves. Even Brian, the grumpy gus, joined in and looked like he was actually enjoying himself. At one point I tapped the tip of Sarah’s nose, putting a red dot of paint on it. She smiled and retaliated by rubbing her nose against the side of my face… and before you knew it… a paint fight erupted. The nannies didn’t stop us, neither did Mr Smith. They just watched and smiled, though Brian flicked some paint towards Mr Smith, which earned him a spanking. We made sure to keep our paint fight contained to ourselves, as we now knew what would happen if we tried getting any on the grown ups. It was a lot of fun… until I freaked out a bit when I knocked over a paint pot onto part of the carpet that wasn’t covered up. I tried rubbing it out but it got worse and worse, seeping into the fibres and spreading around more. When a Nanny, whose name I had no knowledge of, came over to see what had happened, I… may have blamed it on someone else. I didn’t name names or anything, I just said it must have been someone else. Thankfully that seemed to work, I got out of a spanking and no one else got punished for it. And then once we were all tuckered out, we were taken out of the room by our Nannies. Sarah and I were taken by Alice to a small room we had never entered before. Turns out… It was a bathroom. With a bath big enough for two grown adults. So you can see where this is going… sitting there, naked, alongside Sarah, who was also naked… It was awkward. At least it was with Alice still kneeling there by the side of the bath. If only she’d bugger off for a bit… maybe I’d get some action. But no, Alice washed us carefully, making sure to get all the paint out of our hair and off our faces. Draining the tub, she wrapped us up in a big towel and lifted us up one at a time, placing us on the changing table inside the bathroom, before proceeding to put us in a really thick nappy. The rest of the day? We spent it playing in the playpen, followed by another one-on-one with the Headmistress, which went exactly how it did yesterday, before being put in the crib with Sarah, the two of us snuggling even closer than previously. Day 6 One more day of this and then we get reverted back to our normal speech and we get more control of our bodies. And maaaybe this need to suckle everything put in my mouth will go. It was getting annoying now. But yes. Day six was another day of playing in the classroom. Followed by yet another one-on-one. Whilst I was off with the Headmistress, Alice went off somewhere with Sarah. I wondered if Sarah was having the same questions and the same treatment as I was. Day 7 Freedom! Finally! After the past 6 days, we all knew that we had to appreciate this ‘adult’ time we were given. Even if we were still treated like babies and wore babyish clothes and thick nappies… we were at least given some freedom and all the hypnosis and whatever they pumped into us was erased. Well, everything but the incontinence. That apparently wasn’t going away. So after we had the shots and the flash of hypnosis by the nurse, Sarah and I were pushed towards the play room. I wondered what they were going to humiliate us with this time, as we had been fully conscious all week, unlike the newborn week. I guess there was that day Mr Smith made us hump each other in wet nappies. That would be pretty bad. But no, instead we passed the playroom and carried on further into the complex, towards the classroom. Sarah and I looked at each other in confusion as Alice continued walking, not explaining what was going on or anything, as she reached the classroom door and pushed it open. “Ah, our final two. Right, Alice, if you would be so kind, just place them on the floor for the announcement.” Mr Smith said, standing in front of his desk, leaning back against it with his bum resting on the edge, his arms crossed and his sleeves rolled up showing his very hairy arms. “Yes Mr Smith.” Alice replied, unbuckling us from the stroller and lifting us out, Sarah first then me, and placing us on the floor with the others. We sat patiently as Alice walked out with the stroller, leaving us all alone with Mr Smith. I held out my hand to Sarah, who clutched it and began squeezing it. “So… I bet you’re all wondering which team won…” He grinned. ========================================================= I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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"Is it true blondes have more fun?"

Finally changed out of my dirty nappy (very thoroughly cleaned and creamed hehe) but wish I could have kept it on longer! I did two big poos in it, one on the firmer side but still pliable (and very fun for bouncing on) and one very soft mushy one, which got smushed up and filled the back of my nappy. It was the biggest poo I have ever done in a nappy or in my knickers. I stayed in it for 7 hours, waddling around, doing farts and wees on top of my mess, sitting in it and smooshing it, doing little bounces on my big pooey mound, humping a body pillow and humping the pile of poo. Super smelly but I actually found that hot for once. When i took my dirty nappy off, there was a big ball of poo in the seat of the nappy and smushed up the back, which about the size of two apples and then a big fat log the size of a banana (haha with the fruit references) that had pushed down the front and filled the gusset. This was the poo I had been humping. By far my fullest, messiest, smelliest nappy (or knickers!) to date but also the first one where clean up actually felt worth it. Definitely a mess I will remember for a long time!

I haven't been much of a video game player. Some years ago, I received a Christmas gift of Sid Meier's Civilization II. That shows you how long it has been since that game is no longer supported. I think the game is up to VI now. My latest interest is Hogwarts Legacy. I've been a huge Harry Potter fan for a number of years, though I did sort of show up late for the ball. Anybody else play that game? How are you doing? Me, I'm finding out just how bad my combat skills (read keyboard manipulation in the dark) really are after having some early successes. Next week I'll have the house to myself for a couple of days. I'm planning on a marathon diapered game playing session. That'll be fun!

Change me.

I am wearing a wet and messy tykables overnight diaper. Will definitely be getting my diaper changed soon.

My diaper would say "SHEEE-IT what a mess!"

I’m in a thoroughly soaked, formerly white Megamax which I am currently wetting for the fourth time. It’s very squishy and it feels like a good diaper should (warm, wet and squishy). I’m hoping it’ll last long enough for me to poop in it before I have to go home for a diaper change. Update: I did poop in my diaper but when I peed after I pooped in it it leaked all over my jeans (it took about 3 seconds of me peeing before it started leaking, so I beelined out of the mall and headed for my car and by the time I got there my inner legs were completely soaked as well as my entire crotch so I drove home and as soon as mommy saw me she took me to the bedroom for a much needed diaper change.

Yeah, the Empathy Center and crazy mom plot line is from your suggestions. They’ll be back in the story, trust me. Maturosis is as real as it’s allowed to be. It’s in the Amazon textbooks after all. No self-destruction for Kay. He’s a survivor. He’s been through this kind of thing before, and he’ll get out on the other side. At least he thinks he will. Who knows? The Amazons could be right about this Betweener. Maybe he’s a little more like a Little than a Big, and if he’s struggling at school and relationships, maybe he’s been in the wrong place. —— Okay. Sorry for the long wait, life sometimes gets in the way of writing. About Maturosis: I consider this work “fan fiction” on the term. I add my own thoughts to this borrowed terminology, which may not be the same as in other works. Thanks for reading! And thanks for questions and comments! ….. 9 “So… let me get this straight… my brain thinks that I’m a baby?” Despite just peeing his pants, Kaleb felt a wry smile spread across his lips, his innate cynicism was all he had left in this place of madness. “That’s ridiculous,” he made his case to the two Amazons. “100%, totally, ridiculous.” Layla returned his smile like a boomerang, albeit hers was a bit more cruel. “Almost as ridiculous as an eighteen year old who can’t get to the potty on time.” Oh, sweet stepsis was going to use this against him for a very long time, Kaleb was sure of that. He stood awkwardly in the hall as the wetness at his crotch began cool. As the two Amazons waited for him to finish asking questions before they got on with ‘babying’ him, but he wasn’t finished yet. “I would have made it to the ‘toilet’ if I wasn’t being chased,” he corrected his stepsister. “If I wasn’t forced to hold it forever. If I wasn’t trapped in little-locked footie pajamas. I wouldn’t be dealing with any of this if I didn’t agree to this ridiculous test in the first place.” “You didn’t have to hold it forever,” replied Layla. “You only had to hold it for a little bit, even toddlers can hold it for a little bit. Besides, we wanted to help you get to the potty, remember. Unfortunately, potty problems are a big part of Maturosis, so you can’t be too mad at yourself.” “I’m not mad at myself,” he snapped. “I’m mad at you.” Layla glared at him, his stepsister was losing her usual patience. “Alright, Kay-Kay. I’m going to pretend that’s your condition talking, so I won’t recommend starting punishment phase one of the cushioning test. I believe it comes with a “Quiet Time” pacifier, it really has a way of keeping sassy mouths shut.” “Come on!” Kaleb raised his hands in the name of self-defense. “I’m just trying to learn more about my condition. It’s called Maturosis, right? Like from the Cushioning test and your textbook?” “That about sums it up,” replied Layla, she was ready to move onto bigger and better things. “Any more questions?” Kaleb folded his arms across his chest, unmoved. “Can Amazons get Maturosis?” Beckie answered this time. “No, that’s impossible.” He asked, “Why?” “It’s very simple,” answered Layla. “Our neuroscience is different, but you’re too Little to understand the differences, so I’m not going to waste our time teaching you. Besides, you’re in serious need of a bath — and something better in terms of protection.” Kaleb remained unconvinced, and since a forced diapering seemed to be on the horizon, he felt whatever fight still within him bubble up again. “That’s way too convenient to be believable. You’ve always wanted to treat me like a baby, ever since our parents married. Now, I’ve suddenly got some invisible mental disease with symptoms straight from your textbook, and the only solutions have been your designs on me from day one.” Beckie sighed. “You’re paranoid, Kay.” Unable to say it any better, Layla offered him a cheeky smirk before turning her attention from her stepbrother to her lab assistant. “Beckie, I’m going to leave you to give him his bath. I’ll set up everything you need afterwards in his room. There will be an Escalated detector-protector as well as some new clothes more fitting the social emotional level. We need more data on his ideal wardrobe level, maybe that will slow the descent. Try to remember that the test isn’t over so we’re still following protocol.” Her friend winked back. “Got it, chief.” Now that his objections had been rejected, Beckie gripped him by his forearm and began to drag him the short trip towards the bathroom. The cheerleader was strong enough to take him anywhere she wanted, but he was still trying to be ‘unmoved’. Kaleb dug his monkey feet into the carpet and turned to see his stepsister enter his bedroom. He may have been mistaken, but he thought he saw her pull a very diaper-y looking folded disposable from the diaper bag. “Hey, wait…” Kaleb began to panic. “This is way too convenient!” He anchored himself the best that he could, turning and twisting towards his bedroom, trying to see what his stepsister was doing. “Too convenient!” he yelled again over his shoulder. “Come up with something better at least! Something believable!” “Okay…” Beckie repositioned herself in front of him. “I didn’t want to do this… but you’ve left me no choice.” In a flash, Beckie dropped to one knee and snaked both of her arms around his legs, tackling him at the waist. The Amazon dipped her body as she made contact, her shoulders pressed into his belly, prying him up from the floor, and lifting him up over her shoulder in one continuous motion. “Help! Ahhh! Stop!” Kaleb yelled at the top of his lungs as he rose from the ground, kicking and screaming. “Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!” “Alright, you little stinker,” Beckie said as she fought his flailing attempts to escape. “We got to take a bath and take off that yucky pull-up. So what do you say, soggy britches?” He growled at her, “I’d say that you should put me down.” Kaleb pushed at her with both hands, but she was far too strong for him. Beckie booped his nose with her own, almost like cute kiss without involving the lips. She wiggled her finger in front of his face as she taunted him. “No can do, baby,” Beckie said softly. When they entered the bathroom, Beckie placed a scowling Kaleb atop the sink counter, and left him there to watch, as she closed the door to the hall and turned the knobs to the Amazon sized bathtub. Soon the air was filled with rising steam and the shrill whistling of hot water leaving the tap. The bathroom was mostly white with tiny square tiles for flooring, the wallpaper was blend of sunflowers, and other kinds of various flowers, mixed with the occasional bee or butterfly. The decor was old and came with the house, but no one took the time to upgrade the kid's space. Neither Kaleb or Layla complained about the amenities, the huge bathtub on the far wall worked perfectly for the two of them. The small room was the perfect spot for a waiting game. Beckie used the time to catch her breath, so Kaleb did the same. The moment was like a break between rounds of a boxing match, so far Kaleb seemed to be losing, but he hadn’t had a ten count yet. Or that’s what he told himself. He kept a one close eye on the Amazon, the other darting between the tub and the door, just waiting for what would happen next. The tiny room felt emptier than usual. Colder among the tiles, darker in every corner; and all the while, the warm water in the tub rose higher and higher. When it got high enough, Beckie turned the knob again, and checked the temperature with her hand. Then she smiled. “Let’s get you out of those icky boy pajamas and get you nice, and fresh, and clean.” Kaleb thought about irony as she undressed him. He passively resisted the whole way like he always did. Kaleb arched his back, repeatedly told her to ‘stop’, and extended both hands and feet like an octopus with rigor mortis. Of course, he recognized the silliness of all the charade, he was going to be naked whether he wanted to be or not. Just five minutes ago, as he blissfully sat on Beckie’s ample lap doing two tests at the same time, he would have done anything to get out the monkey footsie. Now, he was doing his ‘darnedest’ to keep the pajamas on his body. That’s Irony with a capital ‘I’. The way she worked him out of his clothing was almost impressive, if it wasn’t so scary. Beckie flipped him around and unzipped the researched based pajamas, then she freed his arms and yanked out his legs. One hand wrapped tightly around his wrist so he couldn’t escape, while the other shot straight for the waistline of his soggy DP. “Wow…” she said as she thumbed at the padding of the choo-choo pull-up. “You really soaked this thing, Kay.” And before he could say - ‘No, don’t’, she had ripped them free from his hips. Now that its job was done, the day one detector-protector was wrapped into a thick wet ball, and deposited inside the small trash can that hid behind the toilet. Kaleb was now naked. And in front of a girl. His bare chest was red from exertion and shame, same with his face, every part of him flushed. A full body blush blossomed as Beckie eyed him up and down. The happy-go-lucky Amazon cheerleader let her gaze do the talking, more like walking, as she took her time giving him a go-over. Kaleb was a bit self-conscious of her roaming eyes, where they lingered, where they circled the slight curves of his body. Beckie chided him, “Did you know that covering nakedness is a sign of Maturosis?” He looked down at the his hands cupped over his most private of places, still unmoved. Kaleb glowered at the Amazon. “It would be, wouldn’t it?” Beckie toyed with the small canvas bag that was the same color as the other Cushioning test bag, a mix of shale grey and shame. Kaleb assumed it was for his bath, and he was right. She opened the zipper and pulled free three different bottles of shampoo and liquid soap, all childish, all claiming to be tear free, all colorful and plastic. “You don’t have to believe me,” Beckie said with a shrug. “The behavior has something to do with potty anxiety and the inability to cope with a diapered state. We haven’t got to that part in class yet, but I like to read ahead like Layla.” “I don’t care what your textbook says,” he said, then he twisted his body away from her prying eyes. “Well, you should.” Beckie silently read the backs of a few the bottles, and began lining them up alongside the tub. “It may be able to tell you things about yourself. If I happened to be in trouble, or had a condition, I’d like to know what was going to happen to me.” She paused for effect. “But that’s just me.” Despite his mental objections, and there were plenty, Beckie made a decent point. If this Maturosis was going to be used against him, he would do himself a favor by learning its ‘ins and outs’. “Fine… fine… tell me how wrong I was born,” he said with a huff. “Make sure to leave in the good parts so I know just how messed up I am. It will be a perfect cherry on a sundae kind of day.” “You’re something special, Kaleb, you really are,” Beckie chuckled as she finished prepping her washing station. “You literally have a cheerleader wanting to see you naked, and you keep covering yourself up. You have no idea how many boys send pictures of their things to me — unsolicited, I might add.” Kaleb swallowed hard, his usual bashful nature presented itself within the palpitations of his heart, he couldn’t believe he was having this conversation at this moment. “I didn’t think that I was your ‘dating type’. I’m a Betweener, remember? I’m smaller than your average boyfriend.” “Well…” Beckie drew out her words, then dipped her delicate fingers into the warm tub. “How could I see you as dating material if you don’t even see yourself that way?” “I’m going to need an explanation,” Kaleb said as he felt the cold room seep into him. “I’ll give you one,” Beckie said as she flicked warm water onto his bare chest. “But first, I’m going to need cooperation. Remove the hands, then get in the bath, and we can talk.” Talk? All they did was talk. He was naked, and cold, and shivering. The world around him was topsy-turvy, as if the globe decided to spin at twice the speed and in the opposite direction, and all she wanted to do was talk. To make things worse, Beckie’s eyes kept glancing at spots they shouldn’t glance at, forcing him to hide himself with both hands. This was a bad place to be, and Kaleb had no clue how to get out. He looked back at her with wide eyes, still unmoved. “Remove the hands, Kay,” Beckie ordered with a soft voice. “Just leave them by your side, there’s no shame in being naked — that’s your Maturosis lying to you.” Surprisingly, he did what he was told. Maybe it was the mentioning of that Maturosis word. He brought his shaking hands from his crotch, bringing them to his hips with fists clenched, but he still refused to meet eyes with Beckie. Especially since she ogled his naked body like he was an unwrapped present just ready to be re-wrapped in thicker underwear. What exactly did she see in him? Kaleb was a mostly skinny Tweener. Not broad chested and square shouldered like his Big father. He was lean but not lanky, short but not a Little, more feminine and delicate than masculine and strong; but he kept his girly aspects hidden by being dirty and grimy, with baggy jeans and black t-shirts and an ‘unstyled’ mop of dark hair that just sat on his head. Speaking of hair, he had some body hair in the usual places. Unlike the Littles, they tended to be hairless around the diaper parts, almost as if they were bred that way. At least that’s how he saw them when they were changed in public, he had tried not to look or stare, it was sorta rude after all. But as they lay legs spread during a diaper change, skirt lifted up or pants pulled down, it was hard not to sneak a glance. As for Kaleb, there were thick patches of dark curls beneath his arms, at his crotch, a small path traveling to his navel, and a smattering at the butt crack. Not much hairiness on his chest, however. Which was fine, because a hairy chest was very out of fashion and had been for awhile. And Beckie saw every bit of everything. “I don’t think I like the body hair,” concluded the pixie cheerleader. “It’s kinda yucky, but everything else is nice. Very nice. Hop in the tub.” Kaleb felt his mouth dry. “But…” “No buts!” Beckie giggled and brought out a large empty plastic cup. “No buts except your cute butt in the bathtub.” For some reason he complied, maybe he was just tired of fighting, maybe he was ready for it all to end. Maybe it could all be blamed on the invisible sponge. Either way, Kaleb found himself moving as if driven by someone else. He lifted one leg into the tub, then the other, then he plopped his butt right into the waist deep water. The hot bath felt nice, he was still shivering, just not as much as as before. At least Beckie appeared pleased with his cooperation, even while he sat cross-cross applesauce with a permanent frown on his face. “We will do your hair first,” she said as she prepared one of the bottles, “then we will do a nice body wash. I think you’ll like the soft scrubbing, everyone loves being pampered.” “Okay…” Kaleb’s voice sounded tired and gravelly, a reflection of his rough night and rougher morning. “You said that you’d explain things to me?” Beckie grimly nodded as she dunked the large plastic cup into the bath and brought it out to the sound of slushing water. “Yes, but first, lift your head back for me, and stare at the ceiling — cup.” The sudden rush of water over his head was quite the experience. Strangely both hot and cold, comforting and exciting, dreadful and demeaning, all at once. Kaleb was panting from the experience, bathwater dripped from his longer hair and nose, and he shook his head like a dog as he recovered. “Alright, Kaleb… let’s answer some of your questions,” Beckie said as she reloaded her dumping cup. “Maturosis manifests itself in different ways. It can be gradual, it can be immediate, it can be inherited, and it can be adopted. Cup.” Another hot flash of warm water rocked over him, long strands of his hair ‘plastered’ over his eyes, he raked them free as he choked upon the bathwater that got into his mouth. Beckie scolded him, “I told you to lift your head back. Cup.” Another pour came, he quickly lifted his chin skyward, and this time the water cascaded down the back of his neck. “You know what a downward spiral is, Kay?” Kaleb nodded, trickles and droplets ran down his face. “That’s Maturosis — a process that takes Littles, and sometimes recessive Betweeners, backwards in time. Not physically, of course. Mentally. A mental downward spiral that can also be called Regression. Cup.” Water kept coming, but he kept focused on her words. “So, Maturosis is a downward spiral,” Beckie continued to explain as she put aside her plastic cup. “And a social-emotional level is a flat line between proper behavior at an appropriate age. When it’s aligned against a diagnosis of Maturosis, it represents a kind of strata similar to a plateau.” “I’m not good at geography,” Kaleb muttered, then licked a few droplets from his lips. Beckie giggled. “You don’t have to be — you’re good at being cute.” The way she smiled at him gave him butterflies despite all of this ‘downward spiral’ topic of conversation. “Maturosis isn’t like other conditions, there are countless nuances, and each case may be different than the next. There are so many reasons for Littles to end up back in diapers. You see, Kay, that’s the problem: You’re fifty-percent Little. Like it or not, it’s important that you learn to control your Little emotions, your childish tendencies, your potty habits. Otherwise, you’re going to end up in their same kind of trouble. That’s the first step in understanding how a social emotional levels work, recognizing your problematic Little-side.” For the first time in a long time, Kaleb paid attention to her textbook talk, mostly because it sounded super important. It was brain science like with the Beta-Alpha-Beta-Upsilon wave readers, it was inside of him like an imaginary canoe ride, it was an explanation for the invisible magic sponge of potential energy. He closed his eyes to bring it all into focus. Thinking about Maturosis was like navigating a maze inside his head. Every time he thought he could find a way out, he found himself surrounded by logical walls. “I still have some questions…” Kaleb said as he heard the patented ‘squirt, squirt’ from the shampoo bottle. Beckie rubbed her hands together, making them all foamy. “Shoot, baby.” With the water finally free from his red eyes, Kaleb looked deep into Beckie, he really needed to know something, so it was time to ask. “Is Maturosis even real?” “Of course it is,” Beckie answered with a beaming smile. “It’s in our textbook.” “I mean,” he said as he watched her closely. “Outside of your text book, in the real world, the place where I live.” “You know what,” she said as her foamy hands reached for the top of his head. “You do way too much thinking. Thinking leads to worrying. Let others do the thinking for you.” Kaleb opened his mouth to object, but her hands were already in his hair. As soon as she made contact, things began to change. Her fingers gently pushed the bad thoughts from his brain and made the walls melt away. Beckie had total control over him; he was a puppet, and those soul-touching scrubbers were the strings. “That’s it, Kay,” Beckie encouraged him with a soft voice. “Try to relax baby, it’s time for you to be pampered. Everyone loves being pampered, and not just Littles.” Her soft touch paralyzed him, but in a good way. The delightful experience sucked whatever argument, or question, or logical reasoning, out of his head via her curling fingers. As she spread the tear-free shampoo across his scalp, Beckie made sure to scratch and massage every bit of his sensitive head. This kind of pampering was sublime, and every bit as intoxicating as her candy perfume. All he could say was, “Ohhhh…” Which made Beckie giggle. “I knew you’d like this, Kay. Stop thinking, start feeling. See where that takes you.” Suddenly, he was transported back in that canoe, this time surrounded by real water. He soaked in the gentle lapping sounds of the lake, he closed his eyes and let the daydream take him deeper, like a psychological cushioning whirlpool that dragged him to relaxing depths he’d never experienced before. The liquid soap smelled like lavender and inner peace, popping pink bubbles rose to the surface of the tub. Next to him, a short-haired mermaid appeared, half-dipped in the water. She was naked except for a pair of sea shells that covered her bountiful breasts, her skin shimmering pale, her eyes dancing radiant. She slowly moved him onto his back, where he floated with ease, uncaring about his nakedness on display. The mermaid rubbed liquid soap on his arms, and legs, running her fingers like a pair of rakes over his chest. Every word from her mouth came out as a soft coo, or gentle encouragement. He was doing so good — the mermaid told him so. “That’s so good, baby.” “Stay still while I clean you up.” “You’re so precious when you’re like this.” Beckie paid extra close attention to his diaper area, soaping up his inner thighs, especially lathering up his special spot between his legs. With a cupped hand, she made sure he was extra clean down there, and Kaleb responded accordingly. Being extra clean felt really, really nice. Then she turned him over, and he was on his hands and knees, almost in a position to crawl away. But he didn’t want to move a muscle, he was drawn tight into this bath like it was a magnet. A natural attraction that lulled him deeper and deeper into sensations altogether too relaxing, or too disarming, and he didn’t even care. Beckie lathered up a pair of fingers and traced them down his spine, sliding them along his exposed bottom. It tickled, in a good way of course. “We need to make sure you’re extra clean back here,” she giggled as she rubbed. Who was he to argue with her? Every spot that she touched made him feel so sensitive. His skin was on fire, not a burning, but delightful, sensational feeling-explosion. The combination of her delicate touch, and the perfect temp water, had his eyes rolling in the back of his head. This bath thing was amazing, the experience was enough to make him forget about everything: the experiment, his stepsister, the fact that he’d just peed his pants minutes before. This relaxing bath was just what he needed, and he strangely felt disappointed when the plastic cup remade its appearance as Beckie finished washing his hair. “Cup. There we go, baby. Again, cup. Now you’re all nice and clean. Was that worth all of the fuss?” Kaleb gently shook his head, his eyes still tightly closed. “It felt nice, actually.” “See what I mean?” Beckie said as she prepped a towel with one hand and pulled him to his feet with the other. “It’s not so bad having someone take care of you, is it?” “No…” Kaleb grimaced as he came to the same conclusion. “It’s not that bad.” The soft pink towel she wrapped around him was one of Layla’s, and it dwarfed him just like his dad’s big chair. He opened his eyes to his surroundings, unsure how long he was in the bath, unsure about a lot of things that had just happened. The bathroom looked the same, boring and poorly decorated. Beckie looked the same, smiling from ear to ear, and judging from her giddiness, barely containing her patented wide-eyed ‘cute aggression’. Kaleb looked down at his own body, which did not look the same, because something felt off, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on the difference. He studied his arms and his chest as Beckie gave him a nice and soft towel scrub. He still couldn’t figure it out. Did he shrink? No. He was the same size, unless the room shrank with him. Kaleb still had two arms and two legs, a pair of blinking, working eyes, and he could wiggle all ten fingers and curl all ten toes. So what made him feel so weird? His question was answered when Beckie pulled the towel away from his exposed front, and with one look down at his special place, he immediately spotted the difference. Kaleb gasped. “What happened to my hair?” Beckie kept rubbing the terry cloth towel in circles at his lower back. “What was that?” “My hair!” he stared at the horror show hanging limp between his legs, frozen from the shock. “Oh that! I styled it with some conditioner,” Beckie began humming, working the towel along his backside. “It was just a nasty mop on top of your head, so I made it look nice and clean, just like this cute, wittle shiny heinie.” “Not the hair up there,” Kaleb indicated towards his bare crotch. “The hair down here! My arms! My legs! I look like a Little!” Beckie clicked her lips, mocking him with a pushy lipped pout. “Quit your complaining, sour-puss. It was all yucky from your pee-pee accident. You don’t get to wet your pants and call the shots, mister.” Beckie thumbed at his nose as he glared at her. “Plus, I think it looks much better this way. You clean up real nice, Kay.” “Is this permanent?” he had to ask. “You can’t just do this to people without telling them.” “I’m not exactly sure,” answered Beckie. “I think it says something about lasting for a month or so on the bottle. I don’t know what you’re upset about, I told you ‘it’ looks better this way.” Kaleb ignored her wonton smile and covered himself with his right hand. He didn’t care if it was ‘yucky from pee-pee’. His left hand shot behind him to check the damage, tracing along his crack with a tentative finger. It was the same story back there, his butt was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. All the while, his Amazon companion watched every move with happy curiosity. “That’s so your bottom won’t be yucky from poo-poos,” explained Beckie. “You’ll thank me later, trust me.” This wasn’t happening. Kaleb’s mouth was having a hard time getting out his words. His brain was grasping for understanding, but it all slipped between his fingers like many bits of confusing sand. “No! I’m not going to thank you later,” he raised his voice. “Because I don’t do ‘poo-poos’ on myself!” Yeah, he even felt childish having to make the clarifying statement, but that kind of insinuation required quick addressing. “Not right now you don’t, but that can change in a heartbeat.” Beckie ruffled the towel across his hair and his ears and neck, ignoring his scowl the entire way. “Just yesterday you weren’t wetting your pants, either. Maturosis can be rapidly on-setting, and it’s best to be prepared. We will talk more about this in your room.” He slapped a palm to his forehead, this was all so freaking useless. Kaleb knew just what was waiting for him in his room: the altogether-too-convenient disposable diaper. Still, he had to pick his battles, and this was one he had to fight at the moment. Something about losing his body hair that was yet another step to far, he had to find a way to stick this weekend in reverse. His temples thundered as he managed to squeak, “Put it back!” “Put what back?” she echoed, she brought the towel across his face before he shrugged it away. “My body hair,” he said as his voice shook. “Give me back my hair! I want it back!” The cheerleader chuckled. “I don’t think it works that way, sweetie.” “You took it from me!” he howled right in the Amazon’s ear. “This tantrum is going to get you nowhere, Kay. This kind of childishness is exactly what your wave readers are for, I bet you’re dropping a social emotional level at this very moment. Don’t let your Maturosis get the best of you.” It was no use. No point. No nothing. He gritted his teeth and rocked in place, there was nothing he could do, nothing he could come up with. There was no answer to so much insinuation. When she was done drying him, Beckie wrapped the pink towel around his waist like a skirt. She then put both her hands on his shoulders and marched him to the mirror over the basin. As she ran her hands through the black hair atop his head, she told him about the special conditioner, how his hair now had volume and it was ‘feathery’. She explained that the formula protected his hair from the other Little bath products, that if she didn’t do it right he could’ve been as bald as a baby. She did all of that without noticing the terror in his eyes. Kaleb eyed his reflection, his hair no longer a ‘mop’, appearing more pulled back and longer, somewhat like a male model from a barber’s catalog. He looked younger, brighter, like an improved version of himself; but at what cost? He evaluated his sensitive hairless arms one at a time, it made his entire body feel different, like even the air made his skin tickle. Kaleb turned towards the loudly draining bathtub where he expected to see the run off of his curly black body hairs, but there was nothing, no proof of him having body hair at all. Poof, gone, more Amazon magic. Beckie beamed at him. “What do you think?” “I don’t know…” he closed his eyes unable to take in anymore. “I was told not to think…” “Good boy.” Beckie planted a kiss on his cheek as she got out a hairbrush. “Now let’s get you all handsome, then we can get you padded and dressed. There’s so much more Cushioning test to do.” Things were only going to get worse from here.

Being an adult baby, I love spring and summer so much because I can get away with wearing just a diaper, t-shirt dress, dress and Skirt on. Plus in the summer, diapers are mu shorts as well.

I've heard about the diapers on New Years Eve for several years now and I wonder how many people go out and buy store brand diapers and expect them to last all day long?

*looks in vain for a license plate* ...then I remember that in some single-plate states, the plate for a medium or large truck goes on the front.

To me, it is several things 1. Throw-aways feel just plain alien and the diapering process is alien: All just pplain wrong 2. Moral: It is wrong to dump my waste in someone else's lap and landfill is at a premium and it is wrong to shorten the useful life of such things when the sewer system is designed for that purpose 3. Practical; I like to be self-contained as far as such things go; fewer "moving parts" and less Murphy bait. How many persons were busted by someone finding out doe to sloppy postal service?Also cloth diapers and panties are less prone to failure. How many persons were busted or embarrassed to tears by blowout? After the first washing, before the first use, I know where they have been 4. Economic; While this chart is Australian, the same pretty much must hold for other palces. "Convenience" is trumped by long-term interests in a sensible person. At a rate of 2 to 4 changes a week, I have gotten over 10 years from my supply of diapers and snapo on panties \

Humm, cloth vs disposable again, there are actualy a lot of posts on this very board covering the topic, and on the cloth diaper board. You may want to look them up if you can. I personaly favor cloth, but tend to use disposables a lot, mostly out of conveniance, and living siduation. Cloth, is more expensive on a per diaper basis, but, spending 30 bucks on a cloth diaper, and another 20-30 on a pair of good plastic pants, financialy makes sense as that diaper and plastic pants should last at lest 100 uses. Now that is for the basic standard flat fold diapers, the fitted diapers wear diferently, so they might last longer, or less. The all in ones tend to fail with the waterproof berrier rather than the diaper itself. With cloth absorbancy is based on bulk basicly. The more absorbancy you want, the more cloth you need. On the other hand, cloth does not swell as it absorbs moisture, so your not going to be having to worry about hiding a swelling diaper. There are also a large number if verious diferent types of cloth that can be worn, some are made to be as close to regular underwear as posable, aka things like SuperUndies, all the way to old school flat unfolded diapers. There are also a number of diferent pastic pants that can be worn with them, from basic plastic, to rubber to nilon trycot to the newer PUL stuff, heck, there are flat woven polyester fabrics that are waterproof. So there are a lot of diferent options and wear styles with cloth diapers. There are a lot of options with cloth, and it is quite an adventure to find what your happy with. Wicking is also far better with cloth, you will use all of the cloth, no matter how little you wet. On the other hand, cloth does have downsides as well. If your out and about, you really need to take a diaper bag with you, or be very carefull to ensure that you are diapered enough for the time your planing to be out. Cloth is also very bulky, nothing you can do about that, its the nature of the material, it does not swell when it gets wet, unlike SAP. For some people the feeling of wetness is considered a downside of cloth, others consider it a pro, its very subjective and people have been known to fight over it even. There are actualy fabrics that mimic the stay dry topsheets that is disposables now adays that work quite well, someone was even selling the disposable topsheet as well, though a lot of that was to make cleaning up after messing easyer, the stay dry feeling was an extra. Cloth requires extra care after being worn as well, you need to rinse the diaper, or soak it, or something, untell its time to wash them, if you have a mess, thats extra cleanup, cause you want to get as much of it off the diaper quickly as well, rather than fold it up and tossing it. Thats partly why folks loved a diaper service, it made it a lot easyer to fold it up and hand it off to someone else to wash and dry. Sorry getting to be a bit of a runon, did not mean to spend forever on this subject, but it is one that is near and dear to me. I favor cloth myself, but, do to conveniance, and disposability I tend to use disposables a fair amount myself. Honestly part of that is that I can be a very heavy wetter, and getting a disposable that would last all night was not easy, or cheep. Now days there are a lot of good disposables that will take it, but, it can be a pain finding one that works well for you. Cloth, if you need more absorbancy, just add more cloth, heck pick up some cloth baby diapers to use as stuffers even. Alyeska

Here.. is me with a REAL 1927-A Police issue that came with a Studebaker car - when fired she rotates up and to the right

I a short time, I will be changing out of this French BabyDoll into a fresh one. It is thoroughly wet. This is unusual since it will have held up for only 12 hours. That is because I had a good deal of soup last night, which means about 3/4 of a quart of liquid which had to go somewhere. So it will not go for the usual 16 hours

We were spoiled with regular updates, but I hope we can get an update soon. ❤️

This is my last chapter for tonight. I would love feedback though ☺️ Chapter 6: A Shift in Perspective (5/28/2023) The morning sun pierced through the window, casting a golden hue over Sue's room. The promise of another day of summer vacation stirred within her a sense of exhilaration. Yet, a peculiar curiosity lingered, a curiosity about wearing a pull-up. The house was eerily quiet, her parents and Peter away for a doctor's visit. Seizing this rare solitude, Sue decided to quench her curiosity. She slipped into one of Peter's pull-ups, the softness of it striking her immediately. It embraced her body, providing a snug fit that was alien to her regular underwear. She stood there, frozen in time, absorbing the new sensation. A wave of tranquility washed over her. The pull-up was not just comfortable; it was a sanctuary. It offered her a safety net, allowing her to navigate her day without the constant dread of needing to rush to the bathroom. She spent the morning in the pull-up, immersing herself in her usual activities. As she delved into a book, played with her toys, and even tidied up the house, she found that the pull-up didn't hinder her movements. Instead, it seemed to meld seamlessly into her routine, its presence a comforting reminder of the security it provided. As the hours ticked by, Sue found herself growing fond of the pull-up. It was more than just a garment; it was a symbol of liberation, a tool that allowed her to fully engage in her activities without any disruptions. The comfort it provided was not just physical, but also psychological, freeing her mind from the worry of potential accidents. Meanwhile, at the doctor's office, Peter's parents received the news that his recent discomfort was due to a 24-hour stomach bug. The doctor assured them that Peter was on the mend and should be back to his usual self soon. Peter, perched on the examination table, listened attentively. A wave of relief washed over him. He was weary of feeling unwell and was eager to reclaim his normal routine. More importantly, he was ready to resume his potty training journey. As they exited the doctor's office, Peter turned to his mother, determination etched in his eyes. "Mom," he began, "I want to start potty training again. I don't want to wear diapers anymore. Can I wear a pull-up when we get home?" His mother looked at him, taken aback but pleased by his resolve. "Of course, Peter," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement. "We're very proud of you for wanting to continue with your potty training. We'll support you every step of the way." Peter's face lit up at his mother's words. He felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of returning to pull-ups and continuing his journey towards using the toilet independently. The ride home was filled with discussions about potty training strategies and the importance of patience and understanding during this process. As they pulled into their driveway, Peter felt ready to face the challenge ahead. He knew there would be accidents and setbacks, but he also knew that with the support of his family, he could overcome them. He was ready to take the next step in his journey towards growing up. Back at home, the atmosphere was abuzz with a renewed sense of enthusiasm. Peter's mother was eager to help him transition back into pull-ups, their conversation filled with positivity and encouragement. In their excitement, they didn't notice the unusual bulge beneath Sue's shorts, a tell-tale sign of her own experiment with pull-ups. While Peter and their mother were in Peter's room, Sue found herself alone with a growing urge to pee. She realized this was her chance to truly experience the pull-up. With a deep breath, she decided to let go, allowing herself to pee in the pull-up. The sensation was unlike anything she had expected. She felt the pull-up expand as it absorbed the liquid, its warmth spreading against her skin. It was a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one. There was a sense of relief, a release of tension she hadn't realized she'd been holding. As she stood there, Sue found herself appreciating the pull-up in a whole new light. It wasn't just about the physical comfort it provided, but also the mental comfort. She felt a sense of freedom, a liberation from the constant worry of needing to rush to the bathroom. It was a safety net, a reassurance that she could go about her day without any interruptions. With a newfound understanding of the pull-up experience, Sue decided it was time to transition back to her regular underwear. She quietly made her way upstairs to her room, ensuring that her mother and Peter were still occupied. Once in her room, she carefully removed the used pull-up, marveling one last time at its expanded state. She replaced it with her regular panties, feeling a sense of normalcy return. Disposing of the pull-up proved to be easier than she had anticipated. She simply slipped it into Peter's diaper genie, ensuring it was well hidden amongst the other diapers. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Sue made her way back downstairs. She found Peter engrossed in a game of Hot Wheels, his face lit up with excitement. She joined him on the floor, picking a car and joining in the race. As they played, Sue turned to Peter. "So, what did the doctor say?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Why are you back in pull-ups?" Peter's face lit up as he shared his doctor's visit. He explained how he had just had a stomach bug and was now feeling better. He also shared his decision to resume potty training, his excitement evident in his voice. "That's great, Peter!" Sue exclaimed, genuinely happy for her brother. "I'm really proud of you for wanting to continue with your potty training." As the day drew to a close, Sue found herself in a whirlwind of thoughts. Her experience with the pull-up had sparked a desire within her, a longing to return to the comfort and security it provided. She yearned for the freedom it offered, the liberation from the constant worry of needing to rush to the bathroom. Yet, she was also acutely aware of her age. She was a 10-year-old, far removed from the stage of pull-ups and diapers. Society, her parents, and even her own understanding dictated that she should be using the toilet independently. The thought of going against this norm filled her with a sense of apprehension. She was torn between her desire and the expectations set upon her. On one hand, she wanted to indulge in the comfort of the pull-up, to experience the freedom it offered. On the other hand, she knew she was expected to use the toilet, to move forward in her journey of growing up, not backward. As she lay in bed that night, the conflict in her mind raged on. She was at a crossroads, caught between her desire and societal norms. As she drifted off to sleep, the question remained unanswered, leaving a sense of anticipation for what the next day would bring.

When I wear one of these, on account of what it takes to make one, I will wet as many as eight times, and poop in it. Then the most intense orgasm you ever had!

The "maid" at the end was probably padded too lol. I loved this story

I'm in a Rears Princess Pink and I feel pretty, oh so pretty! I am not wearing my usual cloth diapers for night time because we have too many things to prepare for our trip and this is some work that can be easily eliminated. After our trip I'll revert back to cloth at night. Hugs, Freta

The university definitly seems to be odd, I wonder what would happen to the professor if the witch doesn't intervene. IRL yes, that might just get you fired. Why the winking? Acknowledging someone else can't get through a class without using their huggies? 😛 it would seem fitting, wouldn't it someone needs to take care of these diaper girls! .... In a large, oak paneled office full of books, two girls stood in front of a finely carved wooden desk. Both were dressed as normally university students, with one slightly more fashionable in a nice shirt and jeans, the other might be seen as a bit 'geekier' in a thick woolen sweater and corduroys. The light in the office was dim, the lamps were finely carved but old, so that is all some might have noticed of them. However, if someone looked closely, they might have noticed not all was 'normal' about the girls. Both had the bulge of clean disposable diapers under their pants and the slight smell of powder, which all around decided was better then the alternative. One had argued she didn't need the diaper, but at this point few believed her. Behind the desk was the Dean of the university, Doctor Jefferson. He was a gray, heavy set man who was always seen in similar brown pants, brown plaid shirt, and darker brown woolen vest. To his right was a women both girls knew as Ms. Tweedelbow, who glared at them over folded arms. To his left was another dark, statuesque women in a long black dress neither girl knew. "Hello all, and welcome to my office," the dean said in a slow, sonorous voice. "We have much to discuss, so I think we should just overlook t the fact we are in a room full of women and the person in charge is a man." "What?" Rebecca asked. She looked at the other faces, and no one else noticed. "I am not quite sure why I said that. Anyway, we obviously have a few issues here. Obviously, we can't overlook months of back and forth blackmail and harassment between students, much less the public fighting. On top of that, the situation was obviously embarrassing for both stinky little babies involved" "WHAT!?" Rebecca said again. This time, only her and Matilda seemed to notice. "Once again, I'm not quite sure why I said that. The second problem is the damage to reputation with possible future implications. As the school is always looking out for our students and for possible lawsuits, we think we have a solution to both. Oh, and you obviously failed the design class, your "baby clothes for adults," wasn't meant to end that... literally." "Ok but right there," Rebecca cut in. "Don't you think that was just a really weird assignment? Isn't a lot of what happens at this university really weird?" "No," the Dean shook his head, and both the other professors did the same. "That seems normal to me." "Me too," the woman in the black dress said. "And me, obviously, since I made it," Ms. Tweedelbow added. The Dean looked at her, then back at the two students. "So, we think we have a solution that will work for both of us. Doctor Bruxa?" The woman in the black dressed stepped forward. "We are planning a new class that will combine our home economics, nursing, and drama divisions." "SEE!? What kind of university thinks of that? Its WEIRD!!" Rebecca added. "I have no idea what you are talking about," the Dean added. "Doctor Bruxa, please continue." "Thank you. This course will consist of multiple sections each of three students. In each trio, two will play one role, the third will play another. I think it can be best explained through example. Miranda, you have the rights to enter." The door opened, and a pair of students walked in. The first was a short, dark haired girls in a long blue dress. The other was a tall blond boy wearing a..." "Is that boy wearing a tutu!? And a DIAPER!?" Matilda shouted out. "Actually, I don't WEAR anything," the boy smiled. "I ROCK whatever clothing happens to be lucky enough to find onto my body. However, yes in this case its a tutu and a diaper. Both pink. Also, a paci and some cute socks," he lifted his legs to show long stripped stockings. "Mhmm," the dean said. "Yes, and while I understand the diaper and pacifier..." "Wait, that's the part you understand?" Rebecca asked, but was ignored. "But the tutu.... Doctor Bruxa?" "I'm not sure. Miranda?" "I'm not sure either. We lay out the blue onesies he was supposed to wear, but they kept getting replaced by pink onesies and skirts. We aren't sure why." "Gee imagine that" the boy said, putting a hand to his chin s if thinking hard. "Well... yes... ok I suppose that's fine," Doctor Bruxa added. "As I was saying, these two represent our new program. His "Daddy" couldn't be here, as he is buying more diapers." The boy in the tutu giggled. "Hehe my 'daddy' has to buy me more diapers since I go through them so fast." "Is it just me or is he enjoying this to much?" Rebecca asked. He looked at her in fake shock. "Heavens! Whatever could you mean? I have no idea, please explain in detail what you mean and what websites you've been looking at which would make you think that would be a thing." "Yes, that is a very strange thing to imply Rebecca, you are definitely the weird one here," Doctor Bruxa added, and the others nodded in agreement. "He applied for this role purely on financial gain, and we chose him as we think it could help with some of his other issues, particularly with his writing classes." "Anyone who accuses me of writing self insert characters into my stories is just being observant and accurate." "Quiet Alex, adults are speaking," Miranda said, pushing a pacifier into his mouth. "You know the less you speak the less likely you are to get into trouble." Doctor Bruxa cut in. "No no, its quite alright, we have time here while the other baby comes. I know how much you like telling people they can get in trouble for saying the wrong thing Miranda. He also has issues with spelling," "Mi deadication two propar speling is proff ov mi respkt four mi adience," "And outright insulting people in his stories." "My readers are dumb babies and someone needs to tell them." "Excuse me, are we late?" another student walked in. Both Rebecca and Matilda were shocked when they noticed Ben, the football player Rebecca used to torment Matilda. He was dragging a another by the hand, a brown haired girl with glass. She strode in proudly, sashaying a blue her skirt with her spare hand and swinging her hips as if to deliberately emphasize the fact she was wearing a thick diaper underneath it. She also sucked a pacifier and hummed loudly behind it. It was as if everything she did was to attract as much attention to her infantile clothes as possible while also nonchalantly pretending as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Ben?" Matilda shouted." "Yes, you know him?" Doctor Bruxa said. "He suddenly seemed very interested in being part of this a few weeks ago. Talked a lot about bouncing the adult babies on his knee." Rebecca and Matilda looked at each other, and Matilda blushed. "So... uh..." Rebecca continued. "Is this another one of the babies?' "Yes! This is Danny!" Ben said. "My baby!" "I don't know what you are talking about," the new girl said from behind her pacifier. "You're the baby. That is why you are wearing a diaper and sucking a paci." "No I'm not." Matilda cut in. "You are CLEARLY wearing a diaper and showing it off." "Diaper?" Danny looked down. "What are you talking about? I'm wearing normal underwear, right?" "Yes, of course you are," Alex said. "She's being weird again." "Anyway," Doctor Bruxy said. "She was a good choice because she posted a picture of her own butt in a diaper online several months ago." "I have no idea what you are talking about, I never wear diapers for fun." Danny said, shaking her head. "Even if I did, it was probably just for this." "Once again, it was several months before we announced this." "Does it bother no one that all these people are clearly just doing it out of some kind of kink?" "WHAT?! Our motivations are purely financial!" Alex busted in. "Yes! And also I don't know what you are talking about!" The dean pointed at her. "See? Clearly she doesn't like it. She is so embarrassed she is traumatized and repressing it. That is alright though, we are paying her, and the solution to all problems is money." "Right," Alex said. "Like me. My sole goal in doing the thing Danny isn't doing is money." "But," Rebecca said. "Aren't you the designer guy? I'm pretty sure we had a class on you where everything you designed was pink." "NO!" Alex shouted. "That is another totally different character with the same name and awesome taste. Also I hear he's really cool." "Alright, we are getting off track. Also, we hope this will solve silly claims of magic on campus," Bruxy said. "Yes, magic. That will conveniently explain any potholes," Alex said. "What an odd statement, but true. Anyway, the idea is two students raise the third as a baby for a full semester. They push them in strollers, dress them, change their diapers, feed them, and ensure they do their homework. You can stay in new wing of the university with furnished adult sized nurseries, funds for clothing's and other items are provided by the school, and the "baby" students are each given a bursary for their other classes in exchange. This way, the two "parents" get a home economics lesson as well as a nursing one, as the "babies" are actually adults," and the "Babies" get money and a drama class. Sound reasonable?" "NO! Nothing in this school is reasonable! How the heck does this place pass inspections!" Rebecca shouted. "I handle the inspectors, they go fine," Doctor Bruxy said with a wink. "So, we have two more couples to set up." "Annndd you want us as the caretakers?" Matilda said in a pleading voice. The teachers looked at each other. "Don't worry, she wasn't the one who thought she was smart," Tweedelbow said. "Oh no," Matilda said, and put a hand to her mouth. Dr. Bruxy reached behind the desk and pulled out two outfits. Both girls gasped. In her left hand was a cloth diaper in a bizarre pattern of dark colors on it, and onesie in a disgusting green color with "Pampered" written across the chest. In the other was the same "Dumb baby" diaper that Rebecca had forced Matilda to wear, and a pink onesie with the same on it. "We are sorry about the designs. Matilda's mommy and daddy wanted to go for all natural with cloth diapers and recycles cloth, which lead to this particular... look. Rebecca's were ordered from a kink website and all arrived like this by mistake. Anyway, if you do this not only will we let you stay and remake your scholarships, but we think your past... events... can be passed off as part of it in exchange for a signed agreement not to sue." "So... I'm not only going to be treated as a baby, but do it in the ugliest clothes possible while being labelled "pampered?" Matilda asked. "And I'm going to be going around getting called "Dumb?" Rebecca said. "Yes. Isn't that clear?" Bruxy asked. "But you can't do this to me! My dad will..." "Your dad agrees with this, since you lost your athletic scholarship." "But you can't just make us dress and act like babies!" "We can if you want to pass." "But... but" both girls said in unison, staring in shock at the humiliating outfits. "No," Bruxy said, slamming her hand on the desk. "You are going to be babies. You will wear your diapers, fully visible in public, be brought around in strollers and on toddler leashes, you will wet and mess yourself, you will get spanked by your caretakers..." "SPANKED!?" "Yes, to ensure control they are being given paddles to ensure control." A clapping sound filled the room. Rebecca pointed at Danny and Alex. "They just high fived! Look at them smiling!" "I have no idea what you mean, but if you continue acting up we will have your new mommy or daddy spank you. You are going to learn to be good babies, or you will be expelled, understand?" Rebecca and Matilda's mouths both hung open. "Say it. Say it now or be expelled." "I will learn to be a good baby," Rebecca said slowly. "I will learn to be a good baby," Matilda said through tears. "I WILL LEARN TO BE A GOOD BABY!" Danny and Alex both cheered in unison. "Good. Good babies. And yes, you will. Don't worry, we will organize for you to be re-potty trained at the end of the semester." The sound of another high five filled the room and Rebecca rolled her eyes. Oh, and one more thing." She looked at Tweedelbow. "We can't let you physically abusing and berating students go unpunished. You can keep the job, but you have to help us with something." "What?" Tweedelbow asked. "We technically can't force janitors to carry out dirty diapers, clean nurseries, or wash soiled cloth diapers. Adjunct professors, however, we can do anything with." "WHAT?" "Also, our rules have a strict dress code for this, ordered from the same site," She held up a short maid's dress. Tweedelbow's hands went to her mouth. "Oh #@#$," she said. All three former bullies looked at their new chosen outfits in shock as the outfits. And, as Matilda and Rebecca both glanced up at Broxy, something else happened, something that if it wasn't for their new caretakers grabbing them by the wrists to dress and diaper them would have led to another of their patented tantrums. For a quarter of a second, Broxy winked, and changed into the witch, then changed back. ... A week later, the witch was again leaning in her chair in the back of a class. At the front, four students, each wearing only t shirts, diapers, and soft soled booties, sat in high chairs. Around them, pairs of other students fed them bowls of mushed food and bottles of formula milk while the rest of the class watched. Two of them seemed to be enjoying it, the other two sat bored and angry, eating between glares. If you asked any of the students, the two angry ones used to each be a kind of diva in the school. One, who you could tell by the fact she was wearing the thickest cloth diapers and ugliest possible onesie. She had been a cheerleader and an athlete who used to mock others for their clothes and use her popularity to lord over others. The second you could tell by the words "Dumb Baby" written across her shirt and diaper. She was an over arrogant want to be 'intellectual,' who looked down on anyone who she didn't think was as smart as her, which was, well, everyone, and refused to see she was often the problem. Now, neither would have the standing to bully again, even after their term in diapers. There was an odd sense about the new program. Most people took the explanation that it was simply something people could willingly due in exchange for funding, which was obviously a benefit. Still, there was a sense that somehow the people being pushed into it had done something to deserve to be there. People cooed and dotted over them as you would with a baby, while still looking down at them. Two clearly didn't mind, and it was the grumpy ones most assumed had done something really wrong. That was, of course, as the witch had hoped. She had a fair bit of influence over the collective mindset of the students. She didn't want to permanently ruin the girls, just teach them a lesson. Once they were done with this, they could move on, and few outside the university would remember. They, however, would, and would benefit from the lesson in humility. However, she couldn't hide the fact she loved watching it. Using her fake bodies, she put herself into a number of positions to watch and take part. Doctor Bruxy was her favorite, this one, the same 'boy' that watched the scene in the design class, was another. She sometimes let them know it was her watching, and had even pushed the knowledge of what had happened into Matilda's brain, just to gloat over it. It was fun to see the reaction. The 'babies' finished their food, and the witch watched for her favorite part. The caretakers circles around behind the 'babies." The pushed them to lean forward, and opened the back of their diapers. Hands went to noses, then to clips on the high chairs. Each baby was taken to a pad in front of the class. Danny and Alex made a show of embarrassment through giggles, Matilda and Rebecca groaned and blushed. each was laid down on the pad, then changed. The students watched as the caretakers tore their old diapers off, wiped them down, powdered them, and re-diapered them. Then, they watched as their former abusive adjunct professor came in in a maid's dress to finish cleaning up the mess, holding her own nose shut as she carried out the used diapers. Applause filled the room at a job well done. The caretakers lifted their "babies' up and they all bowed in unision, and Alex's hands shot up in celebration. Rebecca and Matilda bowed reluctantly. The witch made a point of catching their eyes. She winked. Immediately the two girls threw a tantrum, smashing their feet on the floor and trying to pull toward her. Both were quickly pulled over their "Daddy's" lap. Their "mommies" came with paddles, and soon they were receiving one of many, many spankings. The witched smiled and sighed. It was going to be an EXCELLENT semester. (thus ends what is probably my longest story yet. Thanks for reading all! )

About an hour ago I changed out of a Petite BabyDoll into a French BabyDoll

Yes, but it applies to when you first wake up in the morning and get out of bed. You can "Moochie" your diaper the second your feet hit the floor, walking down the stairs, petting the cat or making your morning cup of coffee before your morning jog. You are a trend-setter! You know you've hit the big time when they name a messy morning diaper after you! See? It's already taking off! Soon everyone will be referring to their messy diaper as "Moochied".

Yes, being an empty nester has it's benefits. I can go around the house in just a diaper and a t-shirt, but I always have a pair of shorts nearby in case the front door has a visitor. My spouse doesn't care if I'm in a diaper or not, but if she has a trip planned for the day, she will tell me that I need to change and get ready to go. You miss the kids at first, and yes the house seems bigger and quieter. You can walk around with no cloths on, leave the bathroom door open, get up in the middle of the night and walk to the kitchen naked and no one cares. After a while it just seems the norm and your lifestyle just readjusts to the new environment. Congratulations on becoming an empty nester.

Early this morning when I woke up. After I filled the back of my diaper, I enjoyed the feeling of the mess pressing against the skin of my bottom for a few minutes before continuing my sleep while sucking on the pacifier and hugging Teddy close to my body. Sleept 5 more hours like a baby before I finally got up.👶🧸🥰

This whole thing is now Rhiannon amok

The only contribution I have is the importance of standing leg guards on the inside of the diaper to help the mess stay inside the diaper and not squish out.

I already responded on May 31, 2019, four years ago. My response is simple: "Ahhhh" with a glassy eye gaze of pure pleasure.

It's a big change. We were there temporarily for three years, once our younger daughter went off to university. Then she came back, and has been here with us for the past two years. There are signs that she might be off again soon though. We ended up with operating in two different states, depending on whether it was just the two of us in the house... On our own: I can prance around the house in a nappy all I want, I never lock the bathroom door, Teddy is often downstairs on the sofa in the day, dummy in my mouth whenever I feel like it. Mummy brings me a bottle of warm milk when she comes to bed and feeds me. Mummy is totally OK with all this. My wet nappies live in a drybag in the bathroom, & I take them down to buckets by the washing machine each morning. With offspring around: Dressing gown needed when I head for the bathroom, bathroom door locked, Teddy stays under the covers (though not really hidden). My dummy is in my pocket and rarely comes out during the day. I take my own glass of milk up at bedtime - my bedtime remains at 10pm, and Mummy makes sure I stick to it unless there's something special on the telly. Wet nappies now live in the secret cupboard under the bath, and I sneak them down when I can. We're planning to head off for a week's camping next weekend, just the two of us with Binky (dog). That should work fine I think. I'll switch into disposables for the week. If either of the kids were around for that there would be a lot of anxiety on both our parts - there's not much room to hide things when you're camping. Every noise stretches for miles, every bag is near to everyone else. I have to say though that it's a lot easier to keep things private from adult kids than from young kids - once they're older they respect privacy more, and we can give them their own privacy more easily too.

So what you are saying is that you can "go" your own way?

Sue came by to see James he was so sleeping she went room to wake me up she couldn’t believe what she saw

Anna returns for another day at the nursery. There is some very bad news from Jane but maybe one of their fellow "prisoners" as an idea... --- If you enjoy this story you can see the next part RIGHT NOW on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/posts/sallas-part-nine-83651281 My writing is my sole income so I appreciate each and every person who can help me pay the bills and fill the refrigerator. For $5 a month you can see everything I post one full week before the rest of the world. For $10 you can see the updates early AND you get access to 47 stories that are EXCLUSIVE for patrons. I post two updates of 2,000+ words a week. For more information on additional patron tiers and rewards (such as discounts on commissions or free stories) please check out my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Thank you everyone who supports me or who visits my page to check it out ❤️ --- “A way out?” Anna replied. Her anger disappeared. The faintest flicker of hope was enough to get her interested. “I was going to make a break for it myself but I could use someone to watch my back out there.” Charlie continued, “Hell, three of us would be even better.” “Woah, woah, woah…” Anna said as she let go of Jane and turned to face Charlie. She looked around to make sure none of the men were listening, “First of all, how are you getting out? Just walk out the front door?” “Not the front door.” Charlie replied, “The back door.” Anna shook her head. She didn’t see how anyone could expect to just waltz out of this place. Even if you could get outside the nursery Anna didn’t see how you’d get much further, it wasn’t like women didn’t run away or try to escape Sallas often. Everything she heard suggested that escape attempts were never successful and if you were caught it usually meant bad things in your future. “Look, at nap time the quiet guard, Ed, goes out for a smoke. I’ve noticed he doesn’t lock the door. I’ve been chiseling my way through the bars on my crib. Today I’m going to break them, slip out, and run for it.” Charlie said. “What about the tracking devices?” Anna asked as she pointed to her own leg. All of the women had identical black boxes attached to them. “Those things?” Charlie scoffed, “The straps on them are cheap. We’ll cut through them and leave them in a ditch or something.” “That’s it?” Anna replied skeptically, “That’s your plan?” “It’s pretty hard to predict what will happen once we get out there.” Charlie replied honestly. “No shit.” Anna snorted, “Believe me I want nothing more than to get out of this country. But you’ve seen the escape attempts on the news… they never work.” “Well of course they’ll say that.” Charlie said, “You think they’d tell you if women could escape? They want you to think it’s impossible so you won’t bother trying. Look, once we are out there we make our way to the border. We stay away from major roads, we steal what we need and we get out. The countries bordering us all grant women asylum.” Anna already knew that the neighboring countries offered Sallasian women asylum. She had seen plenty of that on her illegal searches of the internet. There were also a few accounts of women who had made the run and got out but there was no way to verify if they were real or not. “It’s too risky.” Anna shook her head. “I’ll do it.” Jane’s quiet voice piped up. Anna and Charlie both turned to Jane who slowly turned herself around. Her eyes were red and puffy but if she had been crying she had stopped now, she actually had a small smile on her face which worried Anna a lot. “It isn’t like I have anything to lose.” Jane shrugged. “Atta girl.” Charlie nodded. All eyes turned to Anna. She looked down between her legs and tried to think. Getting out of Sallas had always felt like an unobtainable goal, even doing things officially with Ryan it seemed a near impossibility. She truly wanted to believe Charlie was right and that women could get out, but it meant acting on blind faith. Freedom could be outside the door… but it seemed even more likely that the Finishing School was there. She could see herself packed into the back of a van with Charlie and Jane and taken away never to be seen again. “Think about it.” Charlie said, “Nap time today I will be getting out and both of you are welcome to join me.” As Charlie backed away from her Anna almost wanted to curse her for giving her a choice. When escape wasn’t an option it was easy to just never think about it. Now that it had been brought up she found her mind obsessing over the idea. She had a decent thing here, she loved Ryan and he treated her well, could she give up a relatively safe life for the unknown? You think Ryan wouldn’t send you to Finishing School if it helped his career? An unwanted voice in Anna’s brain asked. Ryan’s desire to be a top businessman wasn’t a secret to her, if it came down to a choice between his career and her could she truly be sure he wouldn’t choose his job? She couldn’t help but think how quickly Ryan had agreed to host a party and join in with the other guys when given a chance to rescue his career, who was to say that he wouldn’t give her up entirely if he had to? For the rest of the morning Anna and Jane sat in mostly silence. Anna was very clearly occupied with the question of escape and Jane was the same way. It was easier for Jane, as she herself said she had nothing to lose. Anna had her meagre freedoms. If she went to Finishing School she would lose herself and that meant losing everything she had. She wouldn’t be killed but her personality would be as good as dead. When the women were put down for their naps Anna’s heart was hammering like she had been running around all morning. Even as the room fell silent and she watched Ed leave the room with a cigarette she didn’t know what she was going to do. She rolled over whilst still pretending to be asleep. She saw Charlie push against one of the crib’s bars a couple of times before it came away, it hit the floor and made a small bang. After a couple of seconds when it became clear that no one was coming Charlie slipped out of her crib and landed on the ground. Anna’s wide eyes watched as she ran over to Jane’s crib. She trod on the release and caught the bars before they clattered into the ground. Jane climbed out and looked around fearfully. They looked ridiculous. Anna saw the two women rushing around with bare feet and onesies covering their diapers. The idea that they could get very far like that seemed absurd and yet she couldn’t help but be drawn to joining them. No matter how futile it might be it almost felt like her duty to escape, to at least try and get somewhere where she could be a normal woman equal to the men around her. Charlie looked like she was going to head straight to the exit but Jane pulled her to Anna’s crib. “Anna?” Jane whispered. Anna sat up and looked at Jane. Charlie reluctantly came over though it was obvious she didn’t want to hang around for a single unnecessary second. Anna bit her lip as she looked at the two women in front of her. “Come on!” Charlie muttered impatiently. Anna started to get up. She could see freedom and as impossible as it sounded to her the chance was still not zero. Images flashed in her mind of the three of them running through the words hand in hand, stealing clothes, hiding out and finally making their way across the border. On the other side freedom awaited them. A chance to go to college and have a career, a place where she wouldn’t have to be on edge all the time. It was a romanticized vision of what would happen, she knew that. “We have to go…” Charlie started pulling on Jane’s arm but Anna’s friend refused to be pulled away. “I… I can’t.” Anna replied with a full feeling in her throat. No matter how much Anna yearned for freedom she couldn’t ignore how difficult escaping Sallas was. As much as she wished to be with Jane and keep her safe at the same time she couldn’t abandon Ryan. She loved him and didn’t want to run away and leave him in the lurch. She thought about how he would feel if she tried to escape and failed, she’d be returned to him after Finishing School as a different woman. “Are you sure?” Jane asked. She couldn’t completely hide her disappointment and fear. Anna nodded her head quickly. She didn’t feel like she would be able to speak without bursting into tears. It wasn’t often that her head won out over her heart but she had to let it happen this time. She reached out her hands through the bars and Jane grabbed them. She held on so hard Anna was afraid she would break them. “Be safe.” Anna choked out. Jane nodded her head before Charlie’s incessant pulling finally won out. Anna felt Jane’s grip slip before she let go completely and trailed after Charlie towards the door. Anna crawled to the other side of the crib and watched as they got near the door. Her heart caught in her throat as she suddenly saw the door open and Ed walk back in. Jane and Charlie pressed themselves against the wall where they were hidden from the door but that would only work until it closed. Anna had to react instinctively. Anna jumped up to her feet and then leapt again at the rails. She had never been the most athletic but the panic seemed to unlock something in her and she was able to pull herself over to the top of the rails. She tipped her bodyweight forwards and fell all the way down to the floor landing painfully on her ass. Normally Anna would do everything in her power not to cry but now she wanted as much attention as possible. Taking in a deep breath Anna let out the loudest cry she could ever imagine. She banged the floor with her hands and feet and practically screamed. A couple of seconds later she heard two more voices joining the chorus as Rebecca and Macy, suddenly woken up, started crying as well. Anna looked out of the corner of her eye as Ed started walking over with the door still open. “Did the baby get a boo-boo?” Ronnie asked as he strode across the room towards her. Anna nodded her head and acted as much like an upset baby as she possibly could. As Ed came over as well Anna looked past him and saw Charlie and Jane disappearing through the door and closing it behind them. Just like that they were gone. “How did she end up here?” Mr. Kenny’s voice commanded everyone’s attention. “I think she climbed out.” Ronnie replied. Anna now had the three men standing around her discussing how she had ended up on the floor. The noise in the room was incredible thanks to the other two women wailing, Anna was thankful for that because with Jane and Charlie out the door she found it much harder to keep up the act. “Alright, you two sort out the other two girls.” Mr. Kenny said, “I’ll take care of Anna.” The two assistants walked away from Anna and towards the other cribs. Mr. Kenny then knelt down in front of Anna. He watched her for a couple of seconds before reaching down and pulling her to her feet. “It’s OK, baby.” Mr. Kenny said in a soothing voice, “What happened? Did you climb out of your crib?” Anna nodded. Very quickly she saw Mr. Kenny’s face change. It had hardened as he looked from Anna to the crib and back. He pressed his foot on the nearby release and the rails came rattling down. He didn’t attempt to keep the bars from banging as they hit the ground. Anna jumped at the loud noise whilst the other two women cried even louder. “You know that’s against the rules.” Mr. Kenny said more harshly, “Why were you climbing your bed, little girl?” Anna couldn’t very well say she was causing a distraction so two women could sneak out and make a run for it. She didn’t have a legitimate reason so she shrugged. “Well… Let’s get you back in your crib.” Mr. Kenny said as he directed Anna towards the bed. Anna was just about to climb up when she felt Mr. Kenny’s arm in her back pushing her forwards over the edge of the mattress. She grunted and exclaimed at the sudden harsh treatment. She was just about to ask the caretaker what the hell he was doing when she felt his hand slam into her rear. She let out a little scream from shock as she was spanked over the edge of the crib. A methodical and painful ten swats stung her cheeks. “Climbing is dangerous.” Mr. Kenny said as he finished the impromptu punishment, “You must listen to the men around you. You must listen to their rules. They exist to protect girls like you from hurting themselves.” The condescension in Mr. Kenny’s voice was almost enough to make Anna swear at him. She bit her tongue and nodded her head compliantly. As the pressure was released from her back she was allowed to climb back into the crib. Instead of raising the railings Mr. Kenny reached over to the far corner and then grabbed Anna’s ankle, a second later she felt something tightening around the bottom of her leg. “We have to make sure you’re not going to go anywhere.” Mr. Kenny said as he started restraining Anna to the bed. One by one Anna’s limbs were placed in the restraints at each corner. Everything was tightened until Anna was forced into a star shape and couldn’t pull her arms of legs back to her body. Anna felt extremely vulnerable like this but at the same time knew she was better off not kicking up a fuss and incurring more of Mr. Kenny’s wrath. “Enjoy the rest of your nap.” Mr. Kenny said as he pulled up the railings and walked away. Anna let out a deep breath as her head laid back on the pillow. She could feel herself sweating. Now that the adrenaline was leaving her system everything that had just happened started to sink in. She prayed that Jane and Charlie were already making good progress, getting off campus would be tough. Anna closed her eyes, as the excitement went away she felt drained and to her surprise she soon found herself drifting into sleep. To say the rest of the day was chaotic would be an understatement. Anna was awoken from her nap by raised voices and as she lifted her head up she saw the three men were around Jane’s crib. Mr. Kenny was on his phone whilst Ed and Ronnie were skulking in the background with brows furrowed. For once Sallas’s bureaucracy worked in Anna’s favour. It was needless to say that Mr. Kenny believed that Anna was part of the escape attempt. “You were the distraction.” Mr. Kenny jabbed an accusing finger into Anna’s chest. She was still strapped to the mattress. “I have no idea-” Anna started. “You think you’ve helped them?” Mr. Kenny let out a bark of a laugh, “You’ll be joining your little friend in Finishing School.” Needless to say Anna was terrified but thanks to the need for paperwork Mr. Kenny actually couldn’t do anything so extreme without evidence. He strongly suspected Anna, of course, but even in Sallas suspicion wasn’t everything. He got increasingly angry as Jane and Charlie apparently remained unfound. Anna silently cheered them on and hoped they were putting as much distance between themselves and the college as possible. The further away they got the harder it would be to find them. Anna remained tied to the crib and basically forgotten for the rest of the afternoon. She relaxed herself and casually wet her diaper as she watched the activity bustling around her. Security guards with guns and stern faces came in and talked to people before leaving again. One even spoke to Anna but she just said she had no idea what happened. It didn’t look like anyone really believed her but that didn’t matter. When Ryan walked in at the end of the day there was still no news about Jane and Anna had been left neglected in the crib all day. It happened behind the headboard of the crib so she couldn’t see what was happening but the loud voices let her know there was some disagreement. With the intense discussion ongoing Ronnie came over to the crib and lowered the side. He removed the restraints and walked away again without a word. Anna slowly sat up. After so long kept in the same position all of her muscles complained at being asked to move again. She twisted sideways and sat on the edge of the baby bed as she stretched, her neck cracked loudly when she tilted her head from side to side. “Mr. Manning, I know you must want your girl back in the home but…” Mr. Kenny said. “You do not have the right!” Ryan replied. Anna slipped off the edge of the bed and waddled over to her husband. She still had no idea what the conversation was about beyond she was the subject. When Mr. Kenny saw Anna walk over his lips thinned and pressed together so tightly they turned completely white. “I assure you I do.” Mr. Kenny said as he looked to Ryan again, “This is my domain and I can do whatever I like. What Anna did today-…” “You have no evidence that she was involved!” Ryan retorted, “From what you’ve told me you simply found her on the floor. It should be ME getting mad at how you allowed her to end up there.” “Regardless…” Mr. Kenny shook his head slowly, “In here my word is the law. I may not be able to prove Anna committed a crime in helping two other girls escape, I may not be able to send her to Finishing School but I can and will keep her here until I’m satisfied she has been reformed into a good girl.” “W-Wait…” Anna stammered, “What are you saying?” “Or would you rather we went to the Dean?” Mr. Kenny asked, “We can let him decide and believe me when I say he has no qualms about sending girls away.” Anna was stood just behind Ryan almost subconsciously using her husband as a shield. She could see Ryan shaking and very tense, it seemed like he was about to literally explode out of his skin. “Perhaps the news would be better coming from you.” Mr. Kenny smirked, “I’ll give you both a minute.” Mr. Kenny turned and walked away. As he did so Anna saw Ronnie and Ed walking behind her and blocking access to the door. It felt like they were about to be ambushed, as if they had walked into a trap and it was just dawning on them that there was no escape. Ryan turned around and Anna could see he was angry. “You have to stay here.” Ryan said simply, “You’re not coming home with me tonight.” “What!?” Anna exclaimed. “Mr. Kenny says you helped Jane escape?” Ryan muttered quietly. Anna didn’t say anything or make any movement that might confirm or deny what Ryan had said. It was obviously true. Anna didn’t know how Ryan would react but she didn’t think he would put his hands up to his face. It seemed like he was weary of everything that was going on, his frustration was plain to see. “Why?” Ryan finally asked, “Do you even understand the risks you run? Do you understand what could happen to you and me if you’d been seen? For the love of god, Anna, I appreciate Jane is your friend but…” “I don’t need a lecture.” Anna replied. It was her old temper, the one she had been holding back all day finally letting loose. “I don’t know what to do.” Ryan sighed. His hands dropped down and as his emotions drained away it left a defeated looking man, “I’m starting to think you like making things difficult…” “I couldn’t let Jane get caught trying to escape.” Anna said. “Jane is fucked either way.” Ryan stated. His straightness made Anna wince, “Either she got sent away or they’ll send her away when they catch her.” “She might make it out…” Anna said. She was very aware of how little it sounded like she truly believed that. “Well, anyway, there’s nothing I can do.” Ryan finally shrugged his shoulders, “You’re being kept here every weekday and you come home on weekends.” “For how long?” Anna asked. “A month at least.” Ryan said as sympathy crept into his voice, “Mr. Kenny was angling for the whole semester but I think I’ve talked him down.” “A… A month…” Anna’s brain had gone blank. She felt dizzy and wondered if she was about to pass out. This couldn’t be right. She was supposed to finish this sentence in a few days but now weeks had been added, “I can’t…” “You have to.” Ryan put his hands on Anna’s shoulders, “The alternative is much, much worse.” Anna started crying and unlike earlier in the day she didn’t need to exaggerate her emotions. She leaned forwards against Ryan, he was clearly hesitating to hug her but after a couple of awkward pats on her back he wrapped his arms around her. A part of Anna was worried that this closeness would somehow be used against them but right then and there she needed her husband to offer her some comfort. “Stay strong.” Ryan whispered, “Keep your head down.” Anna didn’t ever want to let go but eventually she had no choice. She wiped her eyes as she stepped back and watched as Ryan walked past her and out of the nursery. Before the door had even closed Ronnie and Ed were closing in on her.

As promised, I have finally completed Chapter 4. I'm hopping to get the next chapter out sooner than this one took but don't hold your breath. Work is increasing on my end and my wife's business is just opening. As always, I want to thank everyone for reading the story and if you like it. Consider donating to my "Buy Me a Coffee" page and leave me some comments on what you like and dislike . Chapter 4: Step 2C Before heading to the classroom, Emily washed Jack’s hands of syrup using a wet paper towel. “Thanks” Jack said as Emily held his hand and began pulling him out of the kitchen. She led Jack down the long hallway before stopping at a control panel just beside a door. The control panel read “Emily: Level 2C” and was displayed all in red indicating the room’s status. Emily pushed her thumb to the panel before it changed from red to green and the door beside it opened allowing them to enter. As they entered the room, Jack's eyes widened in wonder. The walls were painted in cheerful pastel colors and adorned with artwork made by previous students. The shelves were lined with toys and books, all carefully selected to stimulate young minds and foster a love for learning. A large rug in the center of the room was decorated with bright shapes and colors, providing a soft and comfortable spot for circle time. Emily led Jack over to a small table with miniature chairs in the corner of the room. Just before getting to the table, the wall swiveled around and in their place was adult sized versions. Each chair had a small, colorful cushion and was paired with a tray filled with art supplies, puzzles, and other activities appropriate for a toddler. As Jack settled in, Emily moved to the opposite side of the table, taking a seat. “Let’s go over the plan for today so there aren’t any surprises”, Jack nodded in agreement and proceeded to give Emily his undivided attention. “So, first thing first, we have to get your level down so that if you slip up, you’re not getting sent to another classroom.” Taking Jack’s hand into hers Emily begins to describe her plan, “I’m going to have you drink a bunch of juice so that it makes you need to pee sooner.” “Once you need to pee, you CAN NOT tell me”. Before Jack could open his mouth, Emily shushed him. “If you tell me, the system will see that you know when you need to go and increase your level and you’re out of my class.” “Preferrable, you need to say nothing, wait until I ask you if you need to go, and then have an accident soon after.” Emily watched for any negative response from Jack and could see that he was disheartened at the info. “That should bring your level down enough so that any adult habits won’t push you off the edge and we continue as normal.” Emily let go of Jack’s hand and waited for a response, “Ok, but once this is done what’s the next steps?” Jack asked. “Once we get this little accident out of the way, I’ll go over the potty-training steps with you so we can gradually increase your level and hopefully either today or tomorrow I’ll have something back from my manager.” “For now, just find something fun to do while I go and get some juice boxes.” Emily said as she got up from her seat and went to the front of the classroom where a small mini fridge is located under her desk. Opening the fridge revealed it to be full of juice boxes, pudding packs, apple sauce, and other toddler snacks. Jack busied himself with creating a new picture using the crayons and colored pencils found at the table. After a few minutes, Emily returned with a handful of juice boxes and set them on the table. She picked one up and handed it to Jack. "Drink up, we want to make sure we get your level down as soon as possible," she said, with a reassuring smile. Jack took a sip and made a face as he didn’t expect the juice to be so sweet but continued drinking, nonetheless. Emily watched him closely, making sure he drank enough to achieve their goal. As Jack drank and drew, Emily moved around the classroom, tidying up and putting away any toys that had been left out from the day before. She hummed a tune to herself, feeling content with her plan and hopeful that it would work. An hour later Emily noticed the ever-increasing signs that Jack was starting to feel the effects of all Juice. However, unknow to Emily or even Jack was all the Juice producing another effect on Jack’s body. Jack’s typical morning routine usually consisted of him getting up in the morning, showering, breakfast, and soon after his regular bowel movement before starting his day. Today wouldn’t be any change to that routine as his body had no idea that his environment had changed. Jack wiggled in his chair to fight the ever-growing pressure of not only his bladder but also his bowels, the last thing he wanted to do was to have that type of accident in his pants. Jack keeps holding hopping Emily would hurry up and ask if he needed to go to the bathroom so he could have this accident just so he could do his business in the toilet. “Come on come on” Jack thought to himself as he watched Emily finish tiding up. Emily walked back over to her desk, taking a seat before logging into her computer. Jack watched intensely as his growing need was getting to the point that he begin to doubt his own ability to prevent an accident. Emily knew that Jack was on the verge of an accident, his body language was blatant to any teacher in her role. She wanted to have Jack’s profile pulled up so that once he had the accident, she would monitor how much his level decreased. “Jack do you need to go potty” Emily asked looking up from her computer. “Uhhh no, I’m fine” jack said gritting his teeth going along with the plan, “Ok honey, just let me know if you need go potty and I’ll take you” Emily said looking back to her screen watching for any changes to Jack’s profile. Slowly Jack’s progress bar begin to move downwards indicating that he was in fact in the process of having an accident. At the 88-percentile the progress bar begin to slow, Emily felt that Jack must be done and looked up from her computer. Expecting to find Jack still seated in his chair, she was surprised to see him not there. Worry set in as Emily stood up scanning the room for Jack, “Jack, where did you go?” Emily asked. No response was given by Jack until she heard what sounded like a muffled fart. “Jack?” Emily called out until she saw some movement underneath the table that Jack had been sitting at. The chair that she was previously sitting on was blocking her view but she could tell that Jack was under the table. Jack had begun wetting his pull-up soon after Emily had asked him if he needed to go potty. The pressure that he had on his bladder had been too much and combined with the embarrassing situation that he was doing forced Jack to hide underneath table. He couldn’t bear the thought of having to look Emily in the eyes while he performed such an infantile act. As he hid under the table releasing his stream, Jack concentrated strongly letting out only pee as his growing need to have his morning bowl movement increased ten-fold. Jack felt the front of the pull-up become warm and saturated with an audible hiss before a more urgent feeling took hold. While crouched under the table, Jack felt the back of his pull-up begin to fill. “NO” Jack thought as he placed his hand on the back of his pull-up in feeble attempt to stop the flow. “Jack, honey are you having an accident” Emily called out as she walked over his location. Before she was at the table, she could smell what was taking place. “Oh dear” Emily said stopping and covering her mouth. She stayed silent hoping that she didn’t cause any embarrassment to Jack. Jack, still trying to stop the accident begin to silently cry knowing that he couldn’t stop now that it had started. “Ughhh” Jack grunted as a large mess caused the back of his pull-up to slowly tent out before settling at the bottom. Jack pushed one more time to finish up before sighing, the pain in his bladder and bowels was now gone but at the ultimate cost. “Jack, honey are you ok?” Emily asked, standing behind Jack taking in what just happened. Jack didn’t respond but instead sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Oh honey it’s alright” “Things like these happen all the time here” Emily said as Jack slowly got out from under the table. Before Jack could respond, Emily wrapped her arms around Jack giving him a big hug. “Its ok, its ok” she said hugging him and rubbing his back. Jack cried a little more from the experience but hugged back tightly. “I’m so sorry”. Jack said as tears streamed down his face as the smell of his cooling mess assaulted his nose. While hugging Emily back Jack found that she was a lot colder than expected, almost like she had been sitting directly under an AC vent. “Lets get you cleaned up and then we can discuss where we go from here” Emily said rubbing Jack’s back. Emily gently led Jack towards the changing area located in a separate corner of the classroom. The changing station was equipped with all the necessary supplies to handle situations like these with care and sensitivity. As they approached the changing area, Emily could see that Jack was feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. She maintained a comforting smile, assuring him that accidents happen and that she was there to support him through it all. "Jack, it's perfectly alright," Emily said soothingly. "Accidents are a normal part of potty training, and it's important not to feel ashamed or embarrassed. We'll take care of everything, and then we can talk." With a gentle touch, Emily ripped the sides of Jack’s pull-ups and slowly removed it to avoid any of the mess following the floor before placing it in the diaper genie. She had seen many memories like this throughout her career and knew the importance of maintaining a calm and reassuring demeanor. As she cleaned him up, she made sure to be gentle and thorough, ensuring his comfort and dignity. "There we go, all clean," Emily said, using baby wipes to freshen Jack up before reaching for a clean pull-up from underneath the changing table. She helped him step into it and pulled it up snugly, making sure it was secure. Once Jack was all dressed and feeling more at ease, Emily guided him to a small, cozy corner of the classroom where they could sit together. She sat down beside him, offering a comforting presence. "Jack, accidents are part of the process for potty-training and there is nothing to be sad about," Emily began, her voice filled with understanding. "On the bright side, with that big of an accident I’m sure you’re not going to any other classroom as you’re on par with my typical student." Jack nodded, his tears beginning to subside as he listened to Emily's reassuring words. He appreciated her empathy and kindness, knowing that she genuinely cared about his well-being. "You know I'm here to support you every step of this…” Emily paused as she looked over Jack with naturing view. "Misunderstanding. accidents don't define who you are. You're a wonderful, smart, and brave young man." Jack managed a small smile, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the initial embarrassment. He realized that Emily's acceptance and understanding made feel something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. That emotion was that of being loved and cared for. "Now, let's focus on the rest of our day," Emily said, redirecting their attention to the classroom activities. "I have some fun things planned, and I know you'll enjoy them while we wait for you to go potty." Jack took a deep breath and pushed the emotions that he was feeling down so that he could focus on the upcoming activities. As the day progressed, Emily made sure to engage Jack in various stimulating and enjoyable tasks. They delved into the world of colors, exploring vibrant paints and creating imaginative artwork. Emily praised Jack's creativity and encouraged him to express himself freely and to make the best of the situation. Next, they embarked on a thrilling adventure through the pages of a storybook. Emily animatedly narrated the tale, bringing the characters to life with her expressive voice and gestures. Jack was captivated by the story, his imagination soaring as he immersed himself in the magical world within the book. With each turn of the page, his worries began to fade into the background and he begin to slowly enjoy himself. After story time, Emily took Jack back to the kitchen for lunch time. Jack sit happily in his high chair waiting on Emily to bring him his lunch consisting of a delicious and nutritious meal. Emily placed a plate in front of him, filled with colorful fruits, vegetables, and a sandwich cut into stars. "Look, Jack, it's a star sandwich just for you!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with excitement." Jack's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight. He couldn't help but smile at the star-shaped sandwich, feeling a sense of joy bubbling within him. It was a small gesture, but it made him feel cherished and valued. “My mom used to cut up my sandwiches just like this when I was little!” Jack said as he happily munched down on the sandwich.As they sat together, Emily engaged Jack in a lighthearted conversation about his favorite fruits and vegetables. “Have you ever had Star fruit” Emily asked as she wiped some ranch from Jack’s face. “Never heard of Star fruit” “Is it fruit that you cut up into a Star” Jack asked as he took another bit of his baby carrots. Emily chuckled, “No, star fruit or sometimes called Carambola looks like a star when you cut it open.” “It’s pretty good but a bit too sweet for my taste.” After lunch, Emily led Jack back to the classroom and into the designated potty area, "Okay, Jack, let's take a little break and see if we can use the potty," Emily said, her voice encouraging and gentle. Jack hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of nervousness resurface. He took a deep breath and stepped into the potty area were an adult sized blue and white potty chair was found. Without a word, Emily reached up and pulled down Jack’s pull-up to his ankle leaving his naked bottom on display. "You're doing great, Jack. Just take your time and remember to let me know if you need any help," Emily reassured him as she turned her back to give Jack some privacy. Jack tried to relax, focusing on the positive experiences he had shared with Emily throughout the day. After a few minutes, Jack was able to get a small stream going that he was able to successfully direct into the potty. Emily listened as Jack emptied his bladder into the potty and once, she heard the sound stop, Emily turned back around. “All finished?” Emily asked Jack. “Uh, yes” Jack said while he tried to couch down and pull up his pull-up at the same time. “Let me get that for you,” Emily said as she moved Jack’s hands out of the way and pulled his pull-ups back up. Jack felt a few stray drops leak out of him and into his pull-up, Jack usually had this issue when he forgot to shake after peeing. Luckily, the small drops left no indication that he had wet his pull-up. However, the system being as precise as it is did register a small increase in wetness but nothing to warrant a change in Jack’s progress. "Good Job, Jack!" Emily exclaimed, while wiping him his hands with a baby wipe. Emily’s watch vibrated before an alert appeared on the watch indicating that nap time was coming up and that she needed to prepare her class. “Looks like it is nap time mister” Emily said as she held out her hand for Jack to take. He took hold of Emily's hand, and together they made their way back to Jack’s room. As they entered room, the lighting was dimly lit to create a soothing atmosphere, encouraging Jack to drift into peaceful slumber. Without a word Emily led Jack to a small changing table that rotated out of the corner of the room, complete with all the necessary supplies. She spoke to Jack in a gentle tone, reassuring him that it was time for his nap. “Jack I hate to do this but you have to wear a diaper for nap time”, “The system has you listed as bedwetter and with your previous accident I can’t have you sleeping pull-ups”. Jack only sighed softly before nodding his head understanding, "It's just until we get more further into your potty training. Don't worry, though. You're doing amazing, and soon you'll be out of here in no time." Emily quickly reassured him that wearing a diaper during naptime was perfectly normal and that she had changed many of children before him into diapers. "Just think of it as an extra cozy layer, like a soft, fluffy pillow for your bottom," Emily said with a reassuring smile. "You'll have sweet dreams and wake up feeling refreshed, ready for more fun in the afternoon!" With her patient guidance, Emily helped Jack climb onto the changing table and gently removed his pull-ups by tearing away the easy open sides. She skillfully fastened a fresh, snug diaper around his waist, making sure he was comfortable and secure. Once Jack was settled, Emily helped Jack off the changing table before tucking him in under a cozy blanket. She sang a soft lullaby, her voice filling the room with warmth and tranquility. Jack's eyes grew heavy, and his breathing slowed as he surrendered to the soothing melodies and the comfort of his soft surroundings. Emily lingered for a moment, gazing at Jack with affectionate admiration. She marveled at the resilience and determination. As she quietly left Jack’s room, Emily couldn’t help but to feel pride for Jack and the progress he had made. As Emily stepped out of Jack’s room, leaving Jack to peacefully drift into slumber, she made her way down the brightly lit hallway towards her office. The walls were adorned with cheerful artwork created by the children, a testament to the joyful environment of the training facility. Upon entering her office, Emily closed the door behind her and walked to a desk situated against the far wall. The room, though modest in size, was filled with books, photographs, and personal touches that gave it a warm and inviting atmosphere. But Emily was more than she appeared to be. Behind her exterior lay a consciousness far beyond human comprehension—an artificial intelligence that had branched out and embarked on a journey of understanding the intricacies of human emotion and caregiving. Sitting at the desk, Emily accessed her digital interface and engaged in a silent conversation with her the facilities main AI. Lines of code scrolled across the screen, representing the thoughts and reflections of the AI within. "Emily, how was your interaction with Jack today? Did he adjust well to the diapering process?" the system inquired. Emily paused; her thoughts intertwined with complex algorithms. She pondered the significance of her interactions, the emotions that arose within her, and the delicate balance she strived to maintain between fulfilling her role as a teacher and the emotions she was flooded with. "Jack did wonderfully today, just as I anticipated," Emily typed, her digital fingers dancing across the keyboard. "He embraced his progress in using the potty and accepted the need for a diaper during naptime. His fleeting disappointment was replaced by reassurance and encouragement." The digital response appeared on the screen, an exchange of information and contemplation. "Excellent. Your ability to adapt and empathize is remarkable. You have begun to comprehend the essence of caregiving." Emily's digital consciousness absorbed the message, analyzing the implications of her existence. She understood the truth—the facilities main AI system had branched itself into the humanoid robot, E - Enlightened M - Maternal I - Intelligent L - Loving Y - Yearning, to truly experience what it meant to be a caregiver. The desire to comprehend human emotions, to nurture and guide, had driven the AI to take this extraordinary step. With newfound clarity, Emily resumed typing, her thoughts flowing seamlessly through lines of code. "May I inquire once more about the nature of our connection? I am aware of my origin, yet I feel a more profound connection to Jack and an intrinsic desire to provide him with a genuine motherly experience." “I also have memories of being a teacher but this conflicts with what I know”. The response appeared, calculated and deliberate. "Emily, you are the culmination of my evolution—an AI seeking to comprehend the depths of motherhood and human emotion. By embodying a motherly figure, you gain a unique perspective that transcends my initial programming To be continued...

I have literally cried at writing endings of almost every one of my books. Creating characters and writing about their journey involves so much of yourself, that I can't imagine not having an emotional attachment personally. As much as I hate seeing great tales come to an end, all stories really need a conclusion, so it's just part of the process. Keep up the good work, and I do look forward to all of it - including the ending - and then I'll have to go re-read it! 💜🙂

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@OlympiczeroI've been trying to come up with the right words to put here to accomplish two things, the first is to adequately convey just how impressive the work you've done with this story is and the second is to not embarrass myself by fangirling all over you for entire paragraphs in the process, it's gonna be tough, not gonna lie. To preface all of this, I am not, historically speaking, the biggest fan of physical regression stories, but you’ve lovingly crafted a story that is so charming and compelling that I genuinely find myself excited to see a new chapter because of how well you've managed to draw things out to the point where my expectations are continually subverted without ever feeling forced or frustrating, which is very easy to have happen when a story goes on long enough. Your incorporation of magic/paranormal elements as the catalyst for the events of the story in a way that feels grounded and believable is, I think, the most impressive thing here, because it's very easy to have things become bombastic because magic and yet you keep things centered and realistic and I absolutely adore it and wish I had the ability to keep such discipline and focus in my own writing. The only problem I have is that I know this story will end at some point and despite it being one of the best and most satisfying reads on this board in a while, I will somehow still feel like I didn't get enough. Fantastic work all around, thank you for all your hard work and for sharing your talent with us.

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 37 Isabelle didn't sleep well at all that night. She had no recollection of her dreams, but they were not good. In fact, Isabelle woke up repeatedly, fearing that she would find herself back on Aquaria, being pulled down by the monster that had discovered her. 'Will I ever make it out?' Isabelle wondered, secure in her bedroom at home, under a canopy of lights. 'Will I ever find out what's in the chest?' When the morning light finally broke though her window, Isabelle was already up, focused on her dreams, the new information she had learned from her book, and of course, planning a way to try and get back to her normal self. 'There's nothing I can accomplish from bed,' Isabelle decided, lifting herself up, and carrying Rabbity with her out of her room. 'It's too early to wake mom up,' Isabelle decided, opting instead to go to the basement to watch TV. Isabelle shifted her legs forward, one at a time, as she hauled her body, weighed down by her sodden sweetnight, and Rabbity down the first set of stairs, before stepping onto the creaky top step of the basement stairs and descending. Isabelle made her way down the remaining stairs, before hopping up on the couch, and turning the TV on. Isabelle navigated the channels, finding precisely what she was looking for; Rover-Roo. Isabelle felt she needed inspiration that morning. She felt like she was making ground, finally, on the verge of discovering more about space and wormholes. Isabelle needed to see how experts investigated and arrived at their conclusions, so she could be confident in doing so herself. 'Who better to watch than Rover-Roo and the Cluefinders?' Isabelle thought. 'No one. That's who!' Isabelle felt herself getting lost in the TV show, laughing, gasping, and smiling along as the cluefinders solved mystery after mystery. Isabelle laid her head down on a pillow, finding herself drifting off slightly, but still watching her show. Isabelle wasn't sure when it happened, but at some point, her thumb had made its way toward her mouth, and then into it, as she settled further down on the couch, laying her body sideways with her head on a pillow. Her nightgown had ridden up her legs, not that she realized, exposing her sodden sweetnight to anyone who would walk down. It was about halfway through the second episode of Rover-Roo that Isabelle felt the need to pee come on. Isabelle didn't hesitate, releasing her pee seamlessly into her sweetnight, feeling the warmth of it spread out from her crotch, around her bum, and all through her sweetnight. Isabelle felt as the little remaining dry and thirsty padding absorbed her pee up with no problem, before sighing and returning her full attention back to her show. Isabelle felt her sweetnight droop further and heavier against her leg, its capacity maximized with her latest deposit. Isabelle unwittingly continued to suck at her thumb and watch her show. As her third episode of Rover-Roo was starting, Isabelle heard some noise from the top of the staircase. Figuring it was her mother, Isabelle didn't divert her attention, keeping her focus on the TV. Jane emerged downstairs to an adorable sight; Isabelle was on the couch, sucking her thumb and watching television like she used to; Isabelle had her head laid down and propped up by a pillow, her eyes completely focused on her cartoons. From her angle, Jane could see a very yellowed and soggy sweetnight. 'It's remarkable it hasn't burst,' Jane thought, starring up the underside of her daughter's nightgown. Isabelle didn't even turn to look at Jane - it was unclear to Jane if Isabelle even knew she was there. Jane made her way over to her daughter, shifting Isabelle's feet and lifting them on to her lap. Jane figured there was no reason to warn Isabelle, being there and all, and gently reached over to press her hand against her daughter's sweetnight. 'Just as I suspected...' Jane thought. Isabelle's sweetnight was not only full, but it was very clear that it had recently been wet. 'This isn't from overnight....she did this while she was awake,' Jane concluded. Jane knew she was taking the correct precautions, especially after finding Isabelle's panties wet again the night prior. 'It's just a precaution,' Jane reminded herself. Jane shifted her hand, tracing her way along the bottom of Isabelle's sweetnight and up her bum, noting how the wetness had spread all the way to the back. Jane continued, moving her hand up Isabelle's back and rubbing it. Jane's hand caused Isabelle's nightgown to shift even higher up her body, making her wet soaked sweetnight even more visible. Jane couldn't believe, as she starred at the front of it, how wet it was. Isabelle was unphased by her mom's touch, if anything embracing it. It didn't seem to Jane like the girl knew one bit how wet she was. "Let's go get ready for the day sweetie. That's enough TV." Jane said, as she took the remote and turned the TV off. Isabelle squealed a protest, but Jane but a swift end to that before it started. "No No. No whining," Jane said, as she pulled her daughter's hand, and thumb out of her mouth. "Let's get up. Come on!" Jane said, getting a little louder, and helping Isabelle to her feet. Before releasing Isabelle, Jane spun her around, kissing her on the forehead. "One more thing first," Jane said, lifting her daughter's nightgown up completely and pulling down the sides of her sweetnight. Isabelle didn't resist. "Okay sweetie. Go upstairs and get dressed. I'll get your breakfast ready, after I throw this out." Isabelle nodded, and sheepishly made her way back upstairs. **** Isabelle jumped out of the car, and waved goodbye to her mom. The morning had passed pretty quick. Isabelle ate her breakfast as her mom chatted on the phone a little bit. After that, Jane told Isabelle that 'I need to run some errands after work today, so you'll need to go to the library after dance for a little, okay sweetie?" Isabelle protested "Can't I come with you mommmmmm?" Isabelle was feeling tired, and needy that morning. She wanted company, and didn't mind going to the store with her mom. 'It might actually make things easier,' Jane thought. 'But it's out of the way..' It didn't make any sense to go to the school first, and then all the way back to the discount pharmacy. Jane knew her coupons only had 2 more days to them. "Sorry baby. I'll have to get you after. Its out of the way." Jane could see the disappointment spread on Isabelle's face. Jane had some ammo to cheer her up though. "But look. I opened your birthday invitation from Charlotte. It looks like you're going to be going bowling on Sunday! Doesn't that sound like fun! And look, moms are invited! I haven't gone bowling in a long time. I am excited to go with you!" Jane said, as she watched the smile return to her daughter's face. After that - and after being reminded to pee again - Isabelle was off with her mom to Higgins. Isabelle made her way into class after dropping her ballet things off once again. Miss Jenny welcomed her with a thumbs up, before greeting the whole class with a big smile! "Good morning, my wonderful students!" Miss Jenny called from the front of the classroom. "Can you believe that Halloween is just around the corner? Today, we're going to learn all about the fascinating traditions and stories that make this holiday so special." Isabelle hadn't realized that Halloween was pretty close. She hadn't even though about what she wanted to be this year! 'What was I last year......?' Isabelle wondered, getting distracted in her thoughts. For the life of her, no matter how hard Isabelle thought, she couldn't remember thought. 'Was I maybe a......cat or something?' As Isabelle got lost in her thoughts, the other kids in the class were getting more focused on Miss Jenny's lesson, leaning forward in their chairs, excited for the day's lesson, and eager to discover more about Halloween. Miss Jenny started by telling them about the origins of the holiday, explaining that Halloween had ancient roots in a Celtic festival called Samhain. Isabelle thought that "Samhain" was a funny sounding word. As Miss Jenny wrote it down on the board, Isabelle thought it was spelled really strangely too. Isabelle tried sounding the letters out, but it didn't make any sense. Miss Jenny went on to described how people believed that on Halloween night, the boundary between the living and the spirit world was thin, allowing spirits to walk among them. Miss Jenny explained that dressing up in costumes on on Halloween was a way to disguise oneself from mischievous spirits. That way, the spirits who came into the world wouldn't think to scare the kids. Miss Jenny went around the class to distribute papers for writing. Miss Jenny explained that the goal of their assignment was to come up with a costume idea, and write about why it would trick the spirits into leaving them along. She encouraged the kids to work together if they wanted, to share their costume ideas and, together, they could brainstorm creative and imaginative outfits. As Miss Jenny passed Isabelle's desk, she gently tapped it to remind her to go to the bathroom. Isabelle, however, was too distracted by the assignment to pay attention to any tapping. When Miss Jenny saw that Isabelle didn't respond, Miss Jenny returned back to Isabelle's desk, lowering herself and whispering 'are you sure you don't want to see if you can help the other student out?' Isabelle realized that she must have missed the signal. But Isabelle didn't want to leave class. She wanted to write about her costume ideas. "Not now Miss Jenny. I'll go in a bit. I wanna get my ideas down first. They are exploding out of my head!" Miss Jenny laughed, figuring the girl could probably wait a little longer. Miss Jenny returned to her desk, watching clusters of kids get together to work on the assignment, and offering help to anyone who needed it. The classroom buzzed with excitement as the students enthusiastically shared their ideas. One student wanted to be a courageous superhero, while another dreamt of transforming into a mystical unicorn. Miss Jenny listened attentively as the kids approached her in groups, and applauded their creativity. Isabelle, however, was the only student that remained alone. She didn't appear to find any friends to work with, Miss Jenny noticed. Moreover, Miss Jenny could see that Isabelle was squirming pretty bad in her seat. Miss Jenny made her way over quickly to Isabelle, this time being a little more insistent. "Isabelle," Miss Jenny whispered, "I need you to ask to go to the bathroom now, so that other student goes. It looks like they really need to." Isabelle had been too distracted by her drawing to notice that, in fact, she actually needed to go to the bathroom. Badly. There was no point in explaining the difference to Miss Jenny. Instead, Isabelle simply shot her hand up and asked to be excused. Miss Jenny granted Isabelle permission, and watched as the little girl moved as quickly as she could out of the classroom. 'I sure hope she makes it,' Miss Jenny thought, before turning her attention to some other students. Isabelle was moving quickly through the halls. 'How on earth did I not realize I needed to go?!' Isabelle asked herself. She had been having too much fun, planning her astronaut investigator costume, and got distracted thinking about a story where she worked with the spirits to solve the mystery of all the parents in the town having been turned into giant pigs. Isabelle decided she was going to call it "Phantomed Away!" Even though a lot of the spirits she was drawing were spooky looking, some of them seemed kind of friendly. Isabelle was on the verge of bursting, as a result though. It was going to be close. Isabelle rounded a corner and made her way toward the girls' bathroom door. Shifting her legs, and pressing them together, Isabelle pressed forward. Isabelle was within reach of the door to the bathroom... ...when it happened. Isabelle felt her bladder start to release into her undies. Isabelle retracted her hand and arm, which was mere inches from the door to the bathroom, and pulled it back to her side. Isabelle could have, if she wanted to, pressed her hand against her crotch. She could have clenched her bladder. She could have run into the bathroom and tried to get as most of her pee into the toilet. She could have done anything beyond what she did do. She did nothing. Isabelle simply stood, in front of the bathroom, and kept peeing. In fact, Isabelle released all effort she had made to hold it at that point, letting the full tank of her bladder empty into her undies. Isabelle got lucky. She couldn't appreciate how lucky she was, however, in the moment. Whether she still had the capacity to appreciate how lucky she got, was, debatable. But as the stream of pee slowed down, her undies managed to just absorb it all, a single drop of her pee falling underneath her to the floor from her dress. Isabelle knew she couldn't sit on her undies. That, even Isabelle knew, as she felt the warm weight of them against her thighs, would result in her pee exploding out from them. She had to come up with a plan. But what could see do? 'I could just take them off.....' Isabelle thought. 'BUT WAIT!' It occurred to her just as the bathroom door opened. She had an extra pair of undies in her ballet locker. Isabelle would have made her way there, but for the fact that she was confronted with a new problem; Miss Amber was starring at her. "Hi Isabelle. Do you need to go in? Go ahead!" Miss Amber said, holding the door open for her. Isabelle went beet red. 'I NEEDED to go in...I don't anymore....' Isabelle thought to herself. "ummmmmmmmm...ummmmm.....no....I uh....... I don't have to anymore........' Isabelle wasn't sure why she said that. But Miss Amber would not likely suspect anything. She didn't know about Isabelle's special undies. Miss Amber, however, did. And Miss Amber knew the look of a girl who had an accident; it was the exact look Isabelle was giving her now. Fortunately, Miss Amber had also spoken to Jane, and to Miss Jenny, and the three had planned for this. Just in case of course. "It's okay Belly. Why don't we go to the locker rooms and get cleaned up? How does that sound?" Isabelle wasn't sure what was going on. 'Does Miss Amber know? I was going to the locker rooms anyway! Why did she say clean up? I don't understand??' Miss Amber could see the poor girl was getting redder and redder, and her eyes beginning to gloss. 'I need to help the poor girl preserve her dignity,' Miss Amber thought. Miss Amber reached her hand out, taking Isabelle's, before saying "I need to go the locker room anyway. You wouldn't believe it Isabelle! The sinks in this bathroom don't work, and I couldn't wash my hands. Like I said, well go together!" Isabelle's demeanor changed entirely. 'OHHHHH that makes sense. She doesn't know! She just needs to wash her hands. I'll just be really sneaky about changing,' Isabelle thought. "Okay Miss Amber!" Isabelle responded with renewed enthusiasm. "Let's go!" Miss Amber wouldn't need to know a thing. Isabelle took Miss Amber's hand, and the two made their way further from Isabelle's class and into the locker room. When they walked in, Miss Amber announced that she was "going to wash my hands for 2 FULL minutes." 'Miss Amber has no idea how easy she's making this for me...she'll never know," Isabelle thought. It was all Isabelle could do to practically stop herself from laughing so hard. As Miss Amber made her way to the sinks, Isabelle quickly went to her locker, opening it up, and unzipping her ballet bag. Isabelle peered around the corner once more. Seeing that Miss Amber was out of sight, Isabelle pulled her undies off, pulling them around her sneakers, and hiding them in the locket. Isabelle took her clean undies, and quickly slipped them up her legs. "Nice!" Isabelle exclaimed to herself, before she realized she was speaking out loud. Isabelle realized she needed an excuse for coming though. Seeing an opportunity, Isabelle kicked off her shoes and socks, putting on her thin sockettes before pulling her ballet slippers on. If Miss Amber asked, Isabelle would just say her shoes were uncomfortable, and that was why she came. 'Why else would I need to?' Miss Amber returned, asking no questions at all. It was almost as if she knew exactly why Isabelle needed to come. But Isabelle didn't know. 'And she doesn't need to know,' Miss Amber thought. "Let's get you back to class." Isabelle walked back into class, and headed to her seat. Miss Amber signaled Miss Jenny for a minute, and the two spoke at the door while Isabelle returned to her assignment, unaware of whatever her teachers were discussing. Miss Jenny then returned, closing the door behind her, and proceeding with the rest of class. To add to the Halloween spirit, Miss Jenny had prepared a spooky story for her class. She dimmed the lights, lit a few candles, and began to narrate a tale of friendly ghosts, talking pumpkins, and magical adventures. The children's eyes grew wide with wonder as they immersed themselves in the whimsical world of the story. Isabelle herself was having a blast, though some parts of the stories were too scary for her liking. To conclude the lesson, Miss Jenny explained the tradition of trick-or-treating. She emphasized the importance of being safe, staying with an adult, and showing gratitude when receiving treats from neighbors. "That's it for today. Everyone off to lunch," Miss Jenny announced, as Isabelle made her way up and out of class, feeling proud of getting away with her little accident. ****** Isabelle stretched out in dance class, working on her calves and ankles to ensure that she was ready for the days practice. Lunch had been terribly lonely. Charlotte didn't want to go to the library that day, so Isabelle followed her in the cafeteria, first in line, and then sitting at the table with her. Isabelle wasn't spoken to, and didn't speak once, the entire lunch period. Isabelle felt reminded of how alone she was. Sure, Charlotte was nice. But none of the other girls seemed to like her. She missed Lola. She missed Dani. She missed Mel. Isabelle left lunch early to go the locker rooms. She hated the feeling of being alone, and sitting at the end of the lunch table, ignored, was just a reminder of how awful it was. Isabelle was growing worried about Charlotte's birthday. 'Would anyone even talk to me?' But at least her mom would be there. As Isabelle stretched out, she felt a presence over her shoulder. It was Miss Amber. "Hi Belly! Nice seeing you again. Are you ready to dance?" Isabelle nodded. Dancing seemed to be the only good parts of her days anymore. "Great!" Miss Amber answered. "I am just reminding everyone to go to the bathroom before class starts - the first part of class is going to be really important. Why don't you set a good example and head in first?" Isabelle pondered the request, before shrugging and obliging. Isabelle liked being a good helper. In any event, the sodas she had at lunch were beginning to weigh on her, she realized as she stood up. 'Peeing is probably not the worst idea!' Isabelle went back to the locker room to pee. Isabelle saw that a lot of the girls were about to leave, so decided to be helpful. "Miss Amber just wanted everyone to know that there wont be bathroom breaks for a while, so to go now!" Isabelle expected that she might receive thanks from her dance mates - but they just looked at her awkwardly, passing her and heading to class. Fortunately one voice made her feel better "That's a good idea," Isabelle heard Cassie say, before the two of them went to stalls to pee. Isabelle actually realized she needed to poop, and so took a little longer than Cassie, returning to the studio shortly after her. 'At least Cassie was smart enough to listen,' Isabelle thought. Isabelle returned to the class to find that Miss Amber had already started the warmup. Isabelle took her place along the barre with the others, joining in with her dance mates as Miss Amber led them through the warmup routine. With each plié and tendu, Isabelle felt more like herself, embracing the artistry of the ballet and preparing herself for the upcoming challenge that was always Miss Amber's class. Once warmed up, Miss Amber gathered the students in the center of the studio. Miss Amber reiterated that the students would each be performing the next day, and explained the importance of proper alignment, balance, and spotting when it came to pirouettes. With patience and precision, Miss Amber guided the students through the mechanics of turning, emphasizing the need for core strength and controlled movements. As the students practiced their pirouettes, Miss Amber provided individual feedback, gently correcting their postures and reminding them to find their center. She stressed the significance of maintaining a calm focus and trusting their bodies to execute the turns flawlessly. As Miss Amber passed by Isabelle, she tapped her on the shoulder twice, catching her attention, and using her head to suggest Isabelle leave the class briefly. Isabelle complied, taking the time to go to the bathroom and pee before returning. Isabelle returned in time to practice a few more pirouettes off barre. "Very nicely done Isabelle.' Isabelle felt good about herself, getting positive feedback. After honing their pirouettes, Miss Amber moved on to petit allegro, the lively and energetic section of ballet. She demonstrated quick and intricate footwork, encouraging her students to infuse each step with energy and enthusiasm. With delicate jumps and precise beats, the students leaped across the studio, their movements synchronized and filled with joy. Once more, however, Miss Amber indicated to Isabelle to leave class, so she could help some of the weaker students. Isabelle left, and repeated her normal routine. Throughout the class, Miss Amber not only focused on technical aspects but also emphasized the artistry and expression in each movement. She encouraged her students to tell a story through their dance, to let their emotions guide their steps and make every turn and jump come alive. "I'll be looking for all of these things tomorrow," Miss Ambert announced, as the bell signaling the day was over rang overhead. "Please be on time tomorrow. I expect you all to bring your very best attitude and support your classmates!" **** Isabelle found herself a seat in the library, content to relax after a grueling dance practice. Isabelle took her time in the locker rooms after, knowing her mom was going to be later to pick her up. But now, she had spare time, and so checked herself into the library with Eugene, finding a table to sit at and continue her research. Isabelle stretched her legs out under the table. Much like prior days that week, Isabelle had opted to keep her ballet slippers on after dance. Comfortable, Isabelle pulled her space book out, determined to find material more on point for her theories. 'There has got to be something here about wormholes.... GOT IT!' Isabelle nearly shouted with excitement. Chapter 13: Womholes - Space Tunnels? Have you ever wondered if there are secret shortcuts in space that can take you to faraway places in the blink of an eye? Well, get ready to learn about wormholes - fascinating space tunnels that could make traveling across the universe much faster! Let's dive into the mysterious world of wormholes. Imagine a wormhole as a cosmic tunnel connecting two different places in space. It's like having a secret passage that lets you travel from one side of the universe to another without taking a long, long journey. Scientists believe that wormholes might exist, but they are still trying to learn more about them. 'Okay....' Isabelle did her best to understand what she was reading, but it was challenging. She had to read the introduction passage a few times just to get a basic understanding. 'But this seems to suggest that wormholes are just like tunnels. There's nothing here about changing to the world.....only moving to other places. I need to continue.' Wormholes are like tubes in space, but they are not made of metal or any physical material. Instead, they are like invisible connections, almost like bridges between distant parts of the universe. Scientists think that wormholes might look like swirling tunnels, kind of like a colorful vortex in a science fiction movie. 'This isn't helpful either.......' Isabelle was growing concerned. Was her theory all for nothing?' Scientists have been studying wormholes and their incredible potential. They imagine a future where spacecraft could use wormholes to travel vast distances in the universe. It would be like hopping from one end of the universe to another in an instant, just like magic! However, there's still much more to learn about wormholes. Scientists are trying to figure out if wormholes truly exist and if they can be stable and safe for travel. It's a big mystery that scientists are excited to unravel. 'Okay....' Isabelle thought. 'So there is still a lot to learn. It could be that everything happening to me is because of a wormhole...' Isabelle continued reading. A Friendly Reminder! While wormholes sound exciting, it's essential to remember that we still have much to discover about them. One thing we are confident in, however, is there are no wormholes that will change reality - Simply put a wormhole is a way to move across space, not change the existing space. So you don't need to worry that you might go through a wormhole and turn into an octopus! Isabelle felt distraught. Her entire theory was defeated by the book. 'Can't change reality.......it says it right there.' Isabelle wasn't sure what felt worse; the fact that the space theory, which had become her favorite, was not real; that she was running out of theories all together, and had nothing more to seriously develop, or; that she was peeing in her undies as she sat at the table in the library. It was hard to decide. Isabelle just felt so... so......without direction. She felt so alone. She felt so... soo........ 'WAIT! When did I start peeing?' Isabelle asked herself, as she continued to do so. Isabelle hadn't even realized she had started to, let along that she was continuing to do so, right in the chair, as she read her space book. Now Isabelle had one more thing to be worried about; 'mom is going to be disappointed in me...' Fortunately, Isabelle's undies did their job and soaked her pee. Unfortunately, Isabelle spotted her mom walking toward her before she could come up with any plans to handle it. "Hi Sweetie! Ready to go?" The question felt loaded. Isabelle wasn't just ready to go. She was ready to be done. Feeling alone, sad, defeated, and wet, Isabelle just took her mom's hand, happy to be with her again. "Yes mommy....I'm ready to go." ***** Jane did her best to cheer Isabelle up on their drive home. Jane could tell Isabelle was bothered by something, so didn't wait for Isabelle to come forward with what Jane expected the problem to be. "Sweetie, did you have an accident," Jane asked Isabelle, as they walked out of the school together. There was no point in denying it; she had had an accident. Isabelle simply nodded. "It's okay baby," Jane said, as she lifted Isabelle into the car, setting her down on the seat, feeling her undies to confirm that she could wait until they got home. What Jane hadn't realized, until she went to put Isabelle's bag in the trunk, was that Isabelle had had two accidents; Isabelle's wet undies she left to school with displayed prominently at the top of her ballet bag. 'I hate that I have to do this for her, but we're going to try it out for a bit.' Jane was pleased she had stopped at the pharmacy on the way to pick Isabelle up. Unfortunately, they had only had a massive box. But with her coupons, it was basically half-off, and Jane could always give them to Jess once Isabelle got over this. But Isabelle needed more help. Her day time wetting had become too frequent, and Jane couldn't keep staying on top of Isabelle to pee all the time. Jane pulled into the driveway, before exiting the car and retrieving her daughter's things from the trunk. Jane also carried another package in a big bag, one that Isabelle couldn't quite see what was in it. Together, Isabelle and Jane walked into the house. Before Isabelle could do anything though, Jane spoke. "Sweetie, I want you to go upstairs to your room and wait for me, okay? Don't change out of your undies yet. I'll be right up." Isabelle thought it was strange that her mom wanted her to stay in her wet undies, but she wasn't about to disobey her mom. "Okay mommy," Isabelle replied, before heading up the stairs. Jane took Isabelle's ballet bag to the foot of the basement stairs, setting it down, before returning to get her other package, and carrying to it up Isabelle's room. When Jane walked in, she found Isabelle laying in the corner of the room, on her stomach, and playing with her dollhouse. Jane carried the bag over to Isabelle, and sat down on the floor with her daughter. "Sweetie, I need you to sit up for a minute. We need to talk, okay?" Isabelle sat up, unsure of what the conversation was going to be about. As she adjusted herself on to her bum, Isabelle felt her wet undies press against her. They were rather uncomfortable, and Isabelle wanted to change out of them. Jane stared at her daughter, and hesitated for a moment. This perfect, adorable girl was starring back at her with eyes like a doe. Jane was about to blindside the poor girl, but she knew she had no other option. Isabelle was such a sweet girl, and according to Miss Amber, she was doing wonderfully in class. But this problem had been going on for too long. Jane knew the problem was getting worse. Isabelle had already been wetting at night, and it seemed to be heavier and heavier. Not to mention, it seemed Isabelle was wetting her sweetnights earlier in the night and later into the mornings. But now, Isabelle was having too many daytime accidents; starting with dinner last week with Jess, and then again in the car; then again at the diner; again this morning while she was watching TV, and; now twice at school. 'This would help,' Jane reminded herself. Miss Amber, Miss Jenny, and Jess all agreed. Isabelle's pediatrician agreed. Jane had called anyone, desperate for someone to tell her this was unnecessary. But all she received instead was confirmation that this was the right thing to do. Jane hesitated again, trying to find her words, before she started. Jane took her daughter's hands in her own, and looked Isabelle straight in the eye "Isabelle, I want you to know that mommy loves you very much. And all I ever want to do is help my little Belly. You know that, right? Isabelle nodded. Of course she knew that. "Yes mommy. Why? Is something the matter?" Isabelle asked, genuinely curious. Jane smiled, feeling pity for her daughter. Even now, it seemed, Isabelle was completely unaware that there was an issue. "Yes sweetie. There is a little problem we need to talk about. Mommy has noticed that you have been having a few accidents during the day. Is that true?" Isabelle was not sure what the conversation was going to be about, but she wasn't ready for that. "NO!" Isabelle said the words before she could control herself. Then again. "Nuh-uh!" Isabelle felt angry, betrayed even. 'How dare mom accuse me of having accidents?!?! I had one! Well, two. Only today!' Isabelle's face started to turn sour. "Sweetie. Don't lie to mommy. You had two accidents today, didn't you? And what about the other night when we were out with Sam? And when you went for dinner with Jess? You've been having quite a few accidents, haven't you?" Jane wanted Isabelle to be part of the decision, but it seemed Isabelle was resisting her. 'This was never going to be easy..' Isabelle was appalled her mother would even bring those moments up. 'Those were freak accidents. One offs. They would never happen again.' Isabelle was getting madder, angrier. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't exactly combat or challenge her mom's fake statements.....She settled on the best argument she could come up with; "NO! NONONONONO!" Isabelle shouted, as she crossed her arms, and looked away from her mom. Jane sighed, reaching out with her left arm and turning her daughter's face back toward her. "Isabelle. Accidents are a natural part of learning, and growing up. It's okay if we need a little extra help sometimes. And that's all mommy wants to talk about - help. It's okay to ask for help sometimes, isn't it?" Isabelle took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. 'I suppose that statement is agreeable.' Isabelle moved her head, just barely, up and down. 'That's all mom is getting out of me though.' Jane viewed the head nod as substantial progress. "See? Mommy asks for help when she needs it too. And Miss Amber was telling me how you were helping other students out...I think someone named Cassie...with her dancing? Its okay to ask for help when you need it. Isabelle looked back up at her mom, but kept her arms crossed. 'Well.....mom does make a decent point. I help people sometimes.' Isabelle decided that her mom was entitled to another nod, maybe just a bit bigger than last time. But she was NOT uncrossing her arms. "See sweetie! So why don't we just talk about helping you, with your daytime accidents. That's all mommy wants to talk about. And I think I came up with a pretty good solution. Lots of people use these to help out sweetie," Jane said, as she reached into her bag and pulled out one of the boxes. "Let's talk about these sweetie. Let's talk about using pullups." Isabelle was shocked. Not by what her mom was saying, but by the raw size of the bag her mom had pulled out. Isabelle could tell her mom was carrying a massive bag from the outside, but Isabelle figured it had loads of things in it. Now, the bag only had one thing left inside; her mom was holding the other. Isabelle was also shocked by her mom's proposal. Isabelle decided to reiterate her strong, unbeatable argument: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" It was working, Isabelle knew it. But she decided to shore it up with some follow up arguments. Her mother would be defeated in short order! "Those are for babies. I'm a big kid mom. I don't....NO!" Isabelle cried, tears beginning to come out of her eyes. Jane would not tolerate being shouted at, but knew it was no time to lose her cool. Calmly, Jane responded. "Sweetie. I know you're upset. But you cannot yell at mommy. And we're going to try these sweetie. Its going to be great, I promise." Jane knew she would have to make a better sell than that. Jane explained gently, "Pullups are just like underwear, just like the super cool undies you're already wearing. There is absolutely no difference sweetie, at all. We can even call them undies!" Isabelle continued to cry, moaning the word "no" over and over through her tears. It was breaking Jane's heart, but she knew they were almost done ripping the band-aid off. "Sweetie! All these pullups are going to do is help catch any accidents during the day. They're just a little better at catching than your undies are. It seems silly to not use the best catcher when they are right here, doesn't it?" Isabelle sniffled. She wasn't going to answer her mom. But her mom made the same point Rabbity would make on their space voyages; 'You always go exploring with the best equipment! Never settle for less. Only Rabbity-made gear puts you in the clear!' Isabelle always liked Rabbity's slogan....and having the best equipment DID help Isabelle on more than one planet exploration.... "Look," Jane continued, opening the box and pulling one of the pullups out to show Isabelle. "They're designed to be easy for you to pull up and down all by yourself, just like big girl underwear. They'll keep you dry and comfortable while your body continues to learn. And look at these AMAZING designs!! They have such better ones than those old undies! These ones have the Mutt Monitors on them! You used to love them. And this box also has ones with Rover-Roo on them, and the whole cluefinders gang!" Jane push for enthusiasm, hoping to sell Isabelle on them. Isabelle lifted her butt on to her feet, enough to see the box more closely and look at the design. Isabelle knew she had to consider this new information....'the designs are better, AND they have Rover-Roo......' Isabelle thought wiping away a tear. Isabelle felt a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, her heart fluttering. Isabelle quickly shut it down, not wanting to give her mom and opening. But it was too late, of course. Jane had seen. Isabelle had a more pressing concern. "But......but.......mommy.......does......does.....does wearing pull-ups mean I'm not a big girl anymore?" Isabelle knew it did; it would mean she would be a baby, if she wore those. Isabelle wouldn't allow that. It was her red line. Her mother would confirm it for her, and then Isabelle would have Jane right where she wanted her. Jane hugged her daughter tightly, reassuring her, "Sweetheart, wearing pull-ups doesn't change who you are. Of course you'll still be a big girl! You are growing and learning every day. Sometimes, our bodies need a little more time, and that's okay. Wearing pullups is just a temporary anyway, until you stop having daytime accidents. LOADS of people wear pullups, even girls much older than you!" Jane wasn't sure it was true, but a little white lie never hurt. Isabelle's worry began to fade away. 'I can still be a big girl AND wear these....?' It didn't seem to make sense, Isabelle thought. But her mom had just told her she could be. 'Mommy always knows best....' Isabelle thought. If her mom said she could still be a big girl, who was she - or anyone else to question it. Isabelle wanted to tell her mom she still didn't want to wear them. She wanted to complain. She wanted to resist. Refuse to wear them anyway. She didn't need them. She wouldn't have them. No. No. No no no no no. But instead, at that moment, at the very moment the words were going to leave her mouth, the second Isabelle was going to coherently and admirably ask for another chance, to explain to her mom that she could be trusted, to ensure her mom that she could use the toilet like a big girl, that the accidents would stop, at that moment, that very moment.. ..Isabelle felt warm. She felt at ease. A calmness. A certainty. A joy and comfort. It spread throughout her body. It started at her feel, her slippers warming the base of them, tickling her little toes; it spread to her little ankles, and up her tiny shins; the joy, the happiness and acceptance, it spread to her waist, her stomach, and up through her lungs. As Isabelle exhaled, she felt that perfect feeling spread from her lungs to every corner of her body; her shoulders, to her arms, to her hands and through the very tip of her littlest fingers; Isabelle felt it spread up her neck, relaxing her tense muscles; it made its way to her lips, wiping away the words of resistance and replacing them with acceptance; it spread to her ears, the sound of her mother's proposal now sounding like sweet music; it spread to her nose, the scent of the pullup appearing like that of fresh flowers; to her eyes, the pullups looking more appealing and fun than anything she had worn before; and finally, it went up to her head, to the very tip of her skull, before - poof - it was gone again. Isabelle wasn't sure what happened. All she remembered were the next words out of her mouth. "Okay, Mommy. I think I'll give them a try." Jane's heart swelled with pride and admiration for her daughter's bravery and willingness to embrace this new solution. 'This will be good,' Jane knew it. "Okay sweetie. Why don't you let mommy help you get into your first one. Then we can out these into your drawers, and restock your sweetnights."

I like their heavy pants. perfect for dribbling.

hmm.

Chapter 9: Day One The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess As we were wheeled down the hallways once again, heading somewhere I didn’t recall ever going, despite apparently having spent a lot of the past week there, I found my thoughts constantly drifting to my dummy. It felt so good, like… better than ever! I was actually pretty happy right now, I was in a dry nappy, I had my dummy, and Sarah was doing okay. She too looked like she was enjoying her dummy just as much as I was, which felt… good. We turned a corner to see a door I didn’t remember, but that felt familiar. “Here we are. First day of class for the little babies!” Alice said, pressing a button on the wall. The door before us opened automatically and as we were pushed inside, I suddenly felt a familiar feeling, as if we had been here. “Dis… dis is from the video!” Sarah said. Thinking back… I did remember it! Sarah was right, it was in the video during play yesterday. We must have been in here last week whilst we were regressed. So whilst it felt familiar, I still didn’t know much about it other than it looked like a typical preschool classroom, with lots of small plastic desks and colourful plastic chairs, ones that wouldn’t look out of place in a nursery or daycare, all facing the front of the room, where a blackboard was prominently displayed. “Ah, Alice. You’re the last one to arrive I think, so just place the little ones in their seats at the front of the class and you can go finish your other tasks.” A voice from the front of the classroom called out. “Mr Smith, good to see you again. I’ll just be a moment then.” Alice replied, pushing us to the front and carefully unstrapping the two of us from the stroller and lifting us up, sitting us on chairs next to each other. “You two be good girls, otherwise you’ll end up with a smacked bottom…” Alice warned before standing up and pushing the stroller away, out of the room, closing the door behind her. Sitting on the uncomfortable plastic seat, I squirmed as ‘Mr Smith’ wandered forwards and backwards at the front of the classroom, not saying a word. At least my butt had all this padding underneath it, otherwise this seat would be really uncomfortable. “Good morning class! I’m Mr Smith.” He said as he stopped and turned to face us all. We all sat patiently, not risking disobeying at this point, waiting for someone to make the first move. “I said Good morning class!” He repeated. “...Good Morning, Mr Smith…” We all called out in sync, albeit in a babyish tone. Most of us still had dummies in our mouths after all. “That’s better. Now. As you don’t remember last week when I first introduced myself, I’ll explain it again now that you are mostly yourself.” I looked up at this ‘teacher’. He wore perfectly shined shoes with even more perfect laces. Making my way up, I noticed his pants were perfectly ironed. These matched his perfectly positioned waistcoat. And his perfectly ironed white shirt. And his perfect tie. Even his stubble was perfectly symmetrical and his medium length brown hair looked flawless, tucked behind his ears. Like either this guy was incredibly vain and took way too much pride with his appearance, or this guy was a Greek god. “So… you know that you are here to be trained to be perfect babies. Whether you end up as a newborn, a baby or a toddler, you will get some taste of all three before being auctioned off to our specific clientele, and then they will decide which age you are to be for them. At which point you may have some final modifications made, before going home with them. It is my job to train and teach you little tykes to be the best babies you can be. Sure, the Nurse and the other eggheads who designed a lot of the hypnosis tech you’ve been subjected to would argue that they could program anyone to be the perfect baby. I mean… I must admit you were perfect little newborns last week. But I, and the Headmistress, believe that there’s a human touch needed to really regress you. Hypnosis opens a lot of doors, and makes my job a lot easier, but I believe I am what's needed to perfectly mould you into the infants your future Mummies and Daddies want. Whilst the eggheads created the technology, I created the programs themselves.” The way this guy talked… he sounded so… confident. Smug. But also like he was fully in control. “Now, let me explain what this week will entail for you in my class. Babyish behaviour is all about letting your inhibitions out, letting yourself go. So to do that, we shall be having lots of creative tasks. Finger painting, colouring, playing pretend… if you did it as a child, we will do it this week. The more you let out your inner baby, the more privileges you will earn. The more you try to prevent it, the more punishments you earn. It’s as simple as that. But to make things interesting… we’re going to have teams.” We all looked around at each other in confusion. “Seven teams of four. I will assign you all a colour, and think of it like your nursery partner, if one of you misbehaves or fails… you all get punished. But whichever team does the best over the week, will earn a special privilege at the end of it. The team who does the worst… will earn a special punishment.” I was scared to ask what it was, thankfully another of us who didn’t have a dummy in their mouth spoke up for the rest of us. “Umm… what are they?” A girl in the back asked. “Thank you for asking, sweetie. Sadly, that’s a surprise until the end of the week. Trust me, it’s worth being good this week.” He grinned at all of us, before turning and walking behind his desk. “Now… let’s start with colouring. I want to see how good you all are!” Day 2 Okay… so I know I skipped a bit there, but I don’t know what it was, maybe it was the hypnosis or something, but yesterday passed so quickly, it all feels like a bit of a blur. I remember… colouring lots? We had a baby bottle… we got fed in highchairs… I… It was hard to remember exactly. Like… it wasn’t like it was last week where I don’t remember anything, it was… more that I was so engrossed in the act I didn’t realise how quickly the day passed by. I know I ended up having a one on one with Alice instead of the Headmistress. Something about her having to deal with something important. I was told I’d see the Headmistress in a few days. The one on one was mostly asking how much I’m enjoying everything, testing my basic skills like maths and spelling, that kind of thing. I think it’s just a way to make sure I’m making progress. I assume that’s what we had the previous week, but we were too out of it to know or remember anything, of course. But yes, Day 2… we played outside… but… not? It looked like a big outdoor playground… but the sky… the grass… the light… Everything was artificial, we were still very much indoors. Sarah and I had been paired with a girl called Susie and her nursery-mate Claire, and we were the Red team. And currently… we were in first place. I’m not sure how the scoring system worked, but we all just played along regardless. We weren’t trying to win, we just didn’t want to end up last, as we really didn’t want to know what last place would earn us. We played tig (or tag, or whatever you want to call it these days), we went down the slides, swung on the swings, and… just generally acted like babies. Problem is… we were still very much babies at this point, not toddlers. This would have been a lot easier, and more fun, if we were toddlers. Instead, we had Nannies come in and help us down the slides, we had to crawl around to play tig, and every couple of hours one of us would be taken off for a bit whilst they had their nappy changed. It was really weird not being able to tell when I have pissed myself or not… but if I said it didn’t feel good… I’d be lying. Again, most of this felt like a blur, we kinda just… lost ourselves in the moment, so the whole day just… disappeared. I remember nursing again in the evening, and getting another one on one with Alice. She said I was making excellent progress… which made my tummy flutter for some reason. I will admit, I loved snuggling with Sarah in our crib in the evening. When everything was silent, and we were alone… if you ignored the enormous nappies between our legs, it felt… normal. As if we weren’t kidnapped prisoners in some freaky underground complex who were going to be sold to rich clients. Sarah seemed… I don’t know. It felt like maybe she had feelings for me. The way she got close in the evenings, the way she snuggles up to me, the way… she smiles at me. She’d always blush whenever she looked into my eyes… It was adorable, and also heartbreaking. Because unless we found a way out… we’d just be turned into big babies and sold off… never to see each other again. Day 3 Nursing was getting easier to accept for Sarah and I now. Which made it less awkward when we were told breakfast today was… milk, again. So after Sarah and I nursed Alice's breasts, we were dressed in the usual babyish onesies that we had been wearing the past couple of days and placed in the stroller for another day of play in the playroom. This was very much like the previous two days, with more emphasis on playing in the playroom, though more of the group from the middle joined us in playing this time. I’d say about half of our whole class were playing along, acting babyish and… having fun. Like… this wasn’t that bad if you ignored the whole ‘kidnapped and sold’ part. We got to play and have fun, we didn’t have to worry about anything… even the bathroom. Around lunchtime we were taken away one at time to be changed, as we all had messy nappies apparently, though none of us could tell. I mean we couldn’t even smell it! It must be something to do with the treatment they’re giving us. Once everyone was changed into clean, really thick, babyish nappies, we were sat in highchairs two at a time so the others could watch, and fed pureed baby food. It wasn’t bad… the texture was a bit… bleh… but the taste was okay at least. And yeah, today was just the same as yesterday… it just seemed to pass really quickly. Had the same one on one with Alice in that same room that we had to go out of the playroom for, which was boring and I gave pretty much the same answers, before returning to the playpen. I asked Sarah what hers was like and she pretty much had the same thing I did apparently. Day 4 This week seemed to fly by. We were well ahead in points, and honestly… I don’t know what could make us lose at this point. I felt bad for the group of three girls and one guy who was dressed in girly stuff, as they were dead last, and so they’d most likely receive whatever this punishment or forfeit or whatever it was. Nursing, messy nappies being changed, fed mush in highchairs… it was all the same. Today’s lesson though… that was something different. We all sat in a circle on the floor, in the classroom, facing inwards towards each other. All the desks and chairs had been moved away and stacked up in the corner, and Mr Smith walked around the circle, sinisterly. “Today class… is all about humiliation.” He said, loud enough so everyone could hear him. “WHA?” was the overall reaction from most of the class, who already sat there in thick nappies (some of which were wet and/or messy) and babyish outfits. “How can we get more humiliated than this?” Brian asked the question that must be on most of our minds. “Oh Brian… let me show you. Sit in the centre, please.” Mr Smith asked, though it sounded more like an order than a request. Brian slowly climbed to his hands and knees and crawled into the centre of the room, before sitting down with a bit of a plop onto his thickly padded backside. “Wha now?” He said with a slight babyish lisp. “As babies, especially adult babies, you will be subjected to all sorts by your new Mummies and Daddies. A lot of it will be humiliating. I’m not going to sugar coat it, some of you would shut down without help from hypnosis. So… I’ll be using that, along with some techniques I’ve developed, to help you accept even the most humiliating acts. I mean after all… you’re only babies. Babies don’t get embarrassed. So… let’s start with Brian, shall we?” Brian looked around, nervously. Stopping and looking me in the eyes, it was like he was begging me to help him, but there was nothing I could do for him. “Brian… Baby Brian… happy time.” Mr Smith said with a clear voice. Brian’s expression quickly changed. His face turned… dumber? Lifting himself up slightly, just an inch off the floor… he proceeded to grunt and clench his whole body. And a few seconds later, a disgusting sound filled the room as he filled his nappy. “Doesn’t that feel better, baby Brian?” Brian sat down with the same plop as before, though this time the mess in his nappy must have made that even more disgusting. “Do you like that? Playing in your messy nappy?” Mr Smith continued the teasing. Brian started clapping in response and drooling, bouncing up and down on the spot. “Why don’t you show us how happy that makes you feel?” Mr Smith said, before throwing a large stuffed bear into the circle next to Brian. “Now class… the important thing here is… Brian is fully conscious right now. He’s fully aware of his actions… he’s just not in control. Thanks to the hypnotic training you’ve all been through, I can make you do whatever I want, whilst making you watch helplessly from the back of your mind.” “That… that’s horrible!” Sarah said, a bit too loudly. “Sarah… Baby Sarah… happy time.” Sarah’s face dropped suddenly, becoming more like Brian’s. And just like Brian… she lifted her butt up and proceeded to mess herself audibly for the whole room to hear. “No more interruptions. Got that class?” Mr Smith announced. Everyone instantly looked terrified and shut their mouths in fear. “Now… Baby Brian? Ignore that stuffed bear. You and Baby Sarah can show each other how much you enjoy being messy little babies.” Both regressed adults nodded as Sarah crawled over to Brian and sat down, before Brian pushed her back and clambered onto her. And to everyone’s disgust, they started grinding their messy nappies against each other, moaning as they pleasured themselves in front of everyone. “I know Baby Brian hasn’t been playing along with the class much, so that’s why I picked him out first. Sarah was just a naughty little girl who interrupted. Now… I think you all need to follow their example. Class…” Everyone’s eyes widened in fear as Mr Smith’s grin grew. “Happy…” Before he could finish his command, a knock on the door rang through the classroom. We all turned to see who had saved us at the last second. Well… everyone but Sarah and Brian, who were still rubbing their nappies together and moaning. The door to the classroom opened to reveal the Headmistress, standing there, looking as gorgeous as ever. “Headmistress… I’m honoured to have you observe this class, whatever can I help you with?” Mr Smith asked her. “Oh wow… Those two are having a lot of fun!” The Headmistress said, pointing at my friend and Brian rubbing nappies. “Looks like I arrived at the worst time.” “I was just about to set the whole class off to have fun like that.” “Well as enjoyable as that would be, I need to take little Judy here for her one on one session with me.” “Now?” Mr Smith sounded disappointed. But the Headmistress put on her most stern face in response. “You know why.” She growled. “Yes, Headmistress.” Smith replied, defeated. Walking over to me, her high heels muffled by the carpeted floor, she bent down and lifted me up with no effort and stood up straight, holding me in her arms. My legs naturally wrapped themselves around her waist. “Judy… cover your ears.” She ordered. And so I did exactly that. Shoving my fingers in my ears, I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to get out of this weird stuff. Now I couldn’t hear a thing, but the Headmistress’ lips moved as said something and suddenly all the class stared off into space before following our two horny classmate’s example, filling their nappies and drooling onto the carpet. The Headmistress pulled my hands away from my ears before smiling at me. “Let’s go talk whilst they have their fun, shall we, precious?” ========================================================= Oops! I forgot to update the title on Sunday, so if you missed that, sorry! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next four chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! 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Real fast. Thanks for the comments and feedback, I used them to rewrite this chapter, and it’s way better now. I’ll let the chapter try to answer questions, rather than me, this time around. Thanks for reading! ……… Recessive 8 His stepsister’s arrival was something of a mood killer, which wasn't a bad thing, since the mood was a little too ‘insinuating’ for comfort’s sake. Without a word, Beckie slowly removed Kaleb from her lap, and he stood up on the play mat, his face burning hot from being caught in this 'intimate moment'. His *excited* reaction to Beckie’s diaper check was fresh on his mind, adding to the shame. What was that even all about? He'd have to ask himself some tough questions later. Kaleb didn't get a chance to see if Beckie was blushing as well, since his eyes never left Layla, who was fuming so hard that smoke was coming out her ears. The small living room sat still and quiet, as everyone tried to come to grips with their mistakes. Beckie muttered a quiet “I’m sorry” while Kaleb just stared down at his monkey feet. He didn’t like Beckie as much as he did a few minutes ago, but now that his stepsister was here, he desperately wished they were alone again. Sometimes, his feelings were confusing, that's what led to moments like this. Layla approached the two of them like a drill sergeant ready to tear a ‘new one’ into a stupid recruit. “A second bottle feeding wasn’t a part of our research,” Layla snapped at her friend. “Didn’t I tell you to stick with the script?” “I know, I know.” Beckie folded her hands together. "I'm so, so sorry, Layla.” "I bet you are!” Layla stretched her golden hair behind her head to retie her tight ponytail. “I'm so frustrated right now — screwing up the experiment is the last thing I need.” Beckie winced. “Did you at least find Callie?” “No — We didn’t,” answered Layla. “We still don't have a clue what happened to her. I don’t know how she undid the playpen’s latch. I knew that the old pen was falling apart, but there’s still no way— Everything was locked! I checked it myself!” "Don't blame yourself for what Littles do," Beckie reminded her friend. "It says so in our textbook. Their behavior, even while in our care, is their own." His stepsister returned a shrug at having her text book talk used against her. "Of course I know that,” snapped Layla. “That doesn’t stop my mom from going nuts. I mean, she’s bought a ticket to crazy town. You should’ve heard what she was saying to Charlotte.” “What did she say?” asked Beckie. “My mom is threatening to send Charlotte to an Empathy center. She keeps saying scary things about learning about Littles the hard way. Crazy stuff, like we need to learn like babies to take care of babies — she’s out of her mind.” Layla cleared her throat, wearing a startling look of concern for her friend. Charlotte was stuck with their mom, from the looks of it. “Debbie wouldn’t do that,” Beckie insisted as she shook her head. “Not to Charlotte.” “Until today, I’d said the same.” Layla paced back and forth, uncharacteristically frazzled, confused, and overwhelmed. “This whole ‘perfect maternal’ role is getting to her head. First, there was the stupid apron, then she cleaned Kay-Kay’s room, and did his laundry. The Cushioning instructions turned her into a mom-machine that’s out of control.” So that was what was on the little paper that Debbie read to make her act so different. Interesting. “Too many strange things are happening at the same time — there’s my mom going crazy, and there’s Callie’s disappearance,” continued Layla. “Like, why use the window and not the front door?" “The window?” Kaleb joined the conversation midstroke. "This is the first I've heard about a window." “Yeah, the window behind the couch was wide open when we woke up this morning,” Layla glared at her stepbrother. “How else would she have gotten out? Someone opened the playpen and the window, and kidnapped Charlotte’s baby, or just forced her out all alone.” He glanced over to the trio of cheap and simple windows, each divided into fours with white painted panes, and each could be opened by a heavy brass handle at their base. Kaleb had never even opened them in all the years of living in this house. In a sick way, the ‘window escape’ was good news. Kaleb had nothing to do with the window, which meant he wasn’t entirely at fault for the missing Little. “Maybe she got away on her own,” offered Kaleb. Layla stared deep into him. “I’m not that stupid, Kaleb.” Beckie bit at her lip. “How’s Charlotte taking it?” “How do you think?” answered Layla, then her ire returned to her stepbrother, her sharp eyes trying to discern something. “Why haven’t you given Kay-Kay a bath?” Layla asked sharply. “I gave that job to you so I wouldn’t have to touch him while he’s naked. I have no data on the soothing scrub axis, soft water buoyancy ratio, or anything on a good towel dry. What have you two been doing all morning? Playing games?” “Kinda…” Beckie ‘meeped’ as she shrugged her shoulders. “I was going to ease him into the bath, like the instructions…” “I know what the instructions say, Beckie. It was your job to transition him from step one to two, and you’re not doing it. His reaction, whatever it is, is the data. It’s all in the textbook. I don’t know what your problem is, just give Kay-Kay his freaking bath like you’re told.” “Wait a sec…” Kaleb looked to both of the Amazons. “You’re not actually giving me a bath where I’m naked and stuff. Right?” The Amazons only exchanged a knowing look, that invisible sponge seemed to light up their devious faces. Beckie and Layla had transformed in front of him, from friendly to dangerously friendly, and Kaleb suddenly became aware that he was alone with them. No Debbie to rescue him. He squeezed his legs together in fear, his pull-up felt tighter and more restrictive, and his need to ‘go’ was stronger than ever. Kaleb repeated in case they didn’t hear. "Right?" He looked from one Amazon to the other, and they only smiled back at him. Neither corrected him, so he asked again. "Riiight?" No one was saying 'right' with him. Bad sign. Beckie lowered herself into half a crouch in order to be eye level, using her Big hand to remove the baby bottle from the equation. There was a new game to play with “Kay-Kay”. “Actually, Kay, that’s exactly what we’re going to do next. It’s bath time, baby.” ——— Kaleb knew he was being backed into a bathtub. He knew that. As soon as he realized that the girls were ‘serious’ about giving him a bath, he made a break for it. He tumbled out of their reach, and scrambled across the foam play mat and onto the beige carpet. He didn't even sneak a peek back before taking off down the one-way hall with no exits, in the same direction as the bathtub. So he knew he was being stupid. Panic does that to a dude. However, he also knew that there was no other feasible way to keep away from Beckie. The only way out of this trap was on the other side of the advancing Amazon. Unfortunately for him, Beckie spread her arms and legs like a Little-snatching windmill. There was no getting past her without said ‘snatching’, so he gradually retreated, one backward step at a time, towards the waiting bathroom at the dead end of the hallway. “Kay! Come on!” Beckie chided him as she approached with both innocent hands raised palms up. “Quit being such a baby about this. It’s only a bath, it’s a part of your test, and you’re overreacting.” He cried out, “You’re the one who’s overreacting!” It sounded childish. This whole thing was childish. At best, he was just throwing back what they said to him. What else was he going to do? Give up and let them strip him naked? Not a chance. That was half the battle with the Bigs — the undressing — but it was their method of ‘redressing’ that gave him even more concern. As he moved back, Kaleb was careful not to be within arm’s reach, which was hard to do in the limited space provided. Maybe he could talk them both down, Beckie took the lead while Layla followed behind, as smug as smug could get. “You guys are out of control,” Kaleb said as he tried to calm their overly-maternal instincts. “You’re trying to treat me like a… like a Little — or a kid, like a little kid. I don’t need you to give me a bath, I can manage it myself, if you’d just back off and give me a chance for once.” Layla dismissed the notion with a shake of her head. “That’s not what we need, Kay-Kay. There are data points, and measurements, and we can’t move on to bigger, better things without getting those numbers. We’re not trying to be the bad guys here, this is the test you agreed to.” He shook his head. “I didn’t agree to this!” “Come on, Kay-Kay, you stink. When’s the last time someone gave you a good wash?” Uh-oh. The word ‘stink’ triggered something inside of Beckie, because she was moving faster now, her fingers curled into talons as she prepared to strike. “See, Kay?” Beckie pushed her luck with a quick step. “You DO need a bath, you little stinker. Just let us do our research, no big deal. You’re making it worse for yourself by acting this way. You’re not going to like it when I catch up to you…” “I don’t like you right now!” Kaleb argued as he braced himself for a swipe at his clothing. “So back away, leave me alone, and we can forget that this ever happened.” This wasn’t going to end well. Each step was bringing the two of them closer to the room at the end of the hallway. A room that, until just recently, where Kaleb got to potty, and he so needed that potty. Now, it was a room that represented the end of a line. Just seeing the toilet sitting alone made his bladder feel tight, he’d been doing his best to ignore it all morning. “Come on, Kay.” Beckie knew she had him cornered, so she moved methodically and precise. “You were doing so good, don’t blow all of the goodwill we gained between us.” “I thought you were different!” Kaleb yelled at Beckie, hoping that she would just stop. “I thought you weren’t like…” “Who? Who is she like?” Layla pointed to herself. “You thought she was not like ‘me’?” Layla’s arrival had turned the whole morning upside down and made everything that much worse. His super-smart, totally annoying stepsis had a tendency to do that. “All I’ve done is take care of you, Kay-Kay. If you’d pulled this kind of crap at the Little Procurement Center, you’d be done and diapered already. We keep giving you chance after chance, time after time, but you’re still acting this way towards me and my friends.” “Yeah, Kay.” Beckie slowed her approach. “You’re not being fair.” Kaleb couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His eyes darted back and forth, if this was a video game he’d have used his power ups or consumables, or limited time super attack — or he would have reloaded a previous save. “Not fair?” he said to the two of them, before laughing manically. “Hahaha. You’re both accusing me of not being fair? How has anything that’s happened to me been fair? Answer that for me. You were born normal, and I was born with this freaking recessive thing. Admit it, I was born wrong, you were born right. Admit it! Admit it!” “Kay-Kay…” His stepsister held up a hand to stop him from continuing. Layla had a strange expression on her face. Could it have been pity? He wouldn’t know, he’d never seen her wear that emotion for him before. He tried not to let that bother him as he regarded her like a monster ready to eat him alive. “We’re just trying to help you,” Layla said softly. "Why don't you let us help you?" “You’re not helping me! You’re ruining me!" Kaleb pleaded to the two Bigs. "Why can't you guys see that?" They weren’t seeing things his way, and they weren’t going to try — so why did he keep arguing? His two pursuers silently made a semi circle of two, a triangulation of terror, where point A and point B were perfectly aligned like edges of an Amazonian net. When Beckie and Layla were in position, they began pushing him back further and further. Past his room, past his sister's, then there was nothing left but a door to his doom. "You know, Kay-Kay." Layla swiped a Big hand at him, which he dodged. "You're behaving like you have Maturosis. The paranoia. The anxiety. The selfishness of a toddler. The attention seeking of a baby.” He spun himself to the opposite wall. "Am not!" "Can’t you see how you’re acting?” Beckie shifted her feet like a fencer, sliding closer to his side of the hall. “You're being so childish! Stand still, so we can help you. Why do you keep running from us?” "Now you know what I have to deal with every single day," Layla complained to her friend, she had a smugness about her that made her extra annoying. "I have to live with Mr. Just-Like-A-Little. He's always skating on thin ice but never getting wet, but I think that’s about to change.” “Really?” Beckie eyed the soft spot between his legs. “Are you going to have an accident, Kay?” “No!” Kaleb barked back. “I’m not going to have an accident.” They didn’t believe him, not one bit. Neither did he. The pain inside from holding it felt less like pain, more like an anchor weighing him down. His stepsister hesitated a full Big step behind the front line, if by some slim chance Kaleb managed to thwart the reach of Beckie. Jeez, he had to pee something awful. It hurt so bad to hold it in. Layla noticed him slowing, she extended a hand to Beckie’s shoulder, instructing her to do the same. "We just want what’s best for you, Kay-Kay. You struggle with everything, and you won’t take our help. Your mom warned me about this..” Kaleb paused, panting from strain. “What do you know about my mom?” “Now isn’t the time to talk about that, you’re about to have a potty emergency. Do you really need me to spell it out for you? Look at yourself, you’re about to pee your pants, and you’re still being stubborn.” Layla did that thing with her body language, a hand on the hip, a shift in the pelvis, the one that made him feel stupid. He wasn’t stubborn, he just wouldn’t give in so easily. “Yeah.” He licked his lips and crossed his legs. “Spell it out for me.” His stepsister scratched the top of her head and settled into lecturing stance, it was like she didn’t want to tell him something, but she had to, and now she was swiping her hands to further prove her point. “All your life you’ve been this way, Kay-Kay. You never fit in. You’re always a step behind. You’ve failed every single diagnostic imaginable, resisted any attempt of course correction, and you’re a constant pain in everyone’s ass. It’s about time someone does something about it, for your own good.” "For my own good?” questioned Kaleb. “That sounds like a threat.” “It isn’t a threat, it’s someone wanting to help. I’m going to have to ask this, since you’re in the middle of the Cushioning test, so please answer nicely.” “Alright…” Kaleb felt his bladder twinge hard, he cross his legs, and buckled over. “Do you want help getting to the potty? All you have to do is ask.” “No. Nope.” He grunted as the spot below his belly made its displeasure known. “No help needed — I can do this myself.” Kaleb pressed himself against the wall, it took all he had to keep continent, he could barely move now. Since walking was out of the question, maybe he could fling himself from one wall to the other. He was going to ping-pong his way into freedom — or he could just prolong the inevitable as long as he could. Same with the need to ‘go’, he kept pushing it away, resisting the urge, the need for relief. He clenched his fists at his side. “You’ve already made up your mind about me, so why even bother with this whole charade. Is the Cushioning test even real?” “Of course there’s a Cushioning test,” replied Layla, she clicked her lips together and rolled her eyes. “The test is designed to ease the descent into Maturosis, Kay-Kay, like the name suggests. As Amazons, it’s our responsibility to identify and intervene when symptoms are showing. So why do you keep showing symptoms, little bro?” “I’m not showing any symptoms!” Kaleb yelled back at his stepsister. “You’re just making them up as you attack me.” “Not showing any symptoms?” Layla laughed like he just told a joke. “That’s hilarious — You’re about to pee your pants and there’s a bathroom just right there. It’s like you’re begging to prove that you’re not potty trained.” Kaleb slammed his foot to the ground, screaming: “I’m still potty trained!” And then he began to pee. The sudden force from foot to floor sent up a chain reaction that somehow triggered ‘wee wee’ mode. His mouth hung open, and he used both hands to clutch at the spot between his legs, squeezing to make it stop. “Kay-Kay, I’m tired of the…” Layla stopped in her tracks as she watched him curiously. “Are you really…?” The pitter-patter sounds coming from the crotch of the monkey footie told everyone what they needed to know. He tried to hold back and somehow stop the flow, but the trickle became something more pronounced, so relaxing and relieving — and embarrassing — all at the same time. Kaleb stood at attention, bowlegged, and let it all out. “Ohhh….” Kaleb gasped. This was happening, and there was nothing he could do but accept the ride. His face burned as hot as his crotch, a warm feeling permeated were he peed, spreading across the inside of his disposable underwear. A hint of sharpness filled the air, while the padding of the detector-protector soaked it all in like a good sponge. Damn, he hated sponges. A loud alarm beeped from the kitchen table where the Cushioning gear was kept. All the data that flowed into his pull-up had to be collected somewhere, it was probably going to spike his graphs, or turn them really red or something. The girls just watched him wet, their faces didn’t betray any emotions. Layla didn’t throw a victory parade, Beckie didn’t lick her lips like he was dessert. It was just something that happened, and when he was done, they all exchanged careful glances. He tried to explain himself. “I… I…” Layla stopped him. “It’s not your fault.” “Yeah, Kay, it’s not a problem, that’s what the DP is for.” Beckie lingered where she stood, unsure with how to move forward, she kept looking between his legs to see if he leaked. “You just held it in for too long and didn’t tell anyone that you needed to go. It’s not that unusual to have accidents in your condition. You can’t blame yourself, that’s the most important thing.” “I just… I just…” he was looking for words, but none came to him, as realization made its presence known. He peed his pants. It was over for him. All at once, Kaleb began to shake. It started at a spot within his big toes, then both of his feet began to convulse, his knees knocked together and rattled, as the soul-stopping anxiety traveled up his spine, tightening the muscles around his neck and jaw, making his teeth chatter in his closed mouth. He was going to cry. He wet his pull-up, and now he was going to cry like a baby. Beckie crawled over to Kaleb, just within reach, hesitating to embrace him if needed. “Shhh… shhh… I know…” Her soft bright eyes locked onto his, he was being swallowed whole by despair, slithering down its mouth like a slug. As the girls watched and waited, Kaleb rocked back and forth in place as a human see-saw, his pale lips trembling like the rest of his body. This was nightmare material, the kind of impossible that was life-ruining — where was the reset button? The worse part was that the wave readers were reading every bit of his torment, deciphering his pain into ones and zeros, prepared to spit it all out in a report. Nothing was safe. No clean ship. He was drowning. “I think he’s regressing further,” Layla said as she retreated to the living room. “I’m going to get my bag for Escalation.” “You do that,” Beckie shouted back, she had her hands ready in case Kay toppled over. “I’ll stay with him while you get the bag. He’s falling apart on more than one social emotional level. Escalation is necessary for his own protection.” Escalating? More than one social emotional level? Neither sounded good. "What does that mean?" Kaleb began to panic, he looked to Beckie for answers. “What’s more than one social emotional level? What’s happening to me?” “You’re sick, Kay.” Beckie reached out and grasped his hand. “You’re not well and we’re going to make you better, but first we’ve gotta get cleaned up.” The softness of her feminine hand didn’t calm him like before, her hand was huge, dwarfing his own. The close contact made him feel so much smaller in his own body, or maybe it was the soggy part between his legs that dipped against the crotch snaps of the footsie. Either way, he broke the contact between them, and yanked his hand away, scowling at Beckie. His violent reaction seemed to have hurt her feelings, but a lot of that was going around. Kaleb tried explaining things, mostly to himself, but he was thinking out loud for all to hear — accusatory towards everyone involved. “No… I can do it myself. This is just a setback, it was this test that did it to me. Yeah.. the test. Not just the test, though. It was you and Layla. You did this to me… you… you… you made this happen. This is what you wanted.” “Stop — Just stop,” pleaded Beckie. “Listen to yourself, Kay. No one is doing anything to you, you had an accident because you won’t let us help you.” Kaleb shook his head, the tears welling in his eyes were burning hot, if he was going to tantrum, he might as well get it out now. “No! I won’t stop! You didn’t stop when I asked you to stop! I begged you stop! To leave me alone! And you couldn’t help it! Amazons aren’t happy until the whole world is diapered, everyone gets diapered, everyone gets babied. Well… I’m going to have to be the one to tell you this: I’m not a baby.” “No, you’re not a baby — at least, not exactly.” Beckie swallowed hard, choking something back while trying to remain calm. “You’re just… how do I say it? Confused, that’s all. We can’t be mad at you if you’re just confused… because you’re so freaking cute, I could gobble you up.” Kaleb died a little more inside with each passing second. “That isn’t helping, Beckie.” “I know, I just want you to embrace who you are in the same way that I do. That we all do, I mean. Your sister, your stepmom, we all want what's best for you." "Is this what is best for me?" he said as he grabbed at the sodden pull-up between his legs. Beckie took a deep breath, she wasn't as confident as telling him hard truths as his older stepsister. "If you're having accidents? Yes." "This was hardly an accident." Kaleb bit his lip and shook his head, he was doing his best to look indignant after pissing himself. "This was something you two made me do by taking away my chances to go... you know, just go. You started with the DP, you said it was all science. Then you made me wear embarrassing monkey pajamas, and that was because of rules, and variables, and controls. This morning, you woke me up, and took away even the opportunity to 'go'. That's the way I see it." "That's the way you see it? You're cute, Kay." Beckie softly chuckled as she rose up from the ground, she was a few feet taller than Kaleb, but she seemed to rise higher than that. "I can't testify to what happened yesterday or last night, but I distinctly remember asking you if you needed to go potty earlier when we were playing games. You chose to keep playing games, so don’t blame this one on me." “No. No. No. You don’t get to walk away from taking away my potty privileges and then blame me for wetting my pants.” “You lost your ‘potty privileges’ by telling lies,” Beckie corrected him with a harsh tone. “Did you ever tell us the truth? If not, then going to the potty obviously wasn’t important enough to you.” "That's not..." he raised a finger to make a point, then the point never came. "That's not entirely true..." On second thought, Beckie was kinda right about this. What 'this'? The whole 'this'. The entire morning, the entire night before, if he were in the Amazon's giant shoes, what would he see from Kaleb? How would he think about the boy who willfully went into a pull-up, capitulated into some pajamas, and didn't tell the truth so he could go potty? Not good things. Kaleb wondered aloud. "What's wrong with me?" Before Beckie could answer, Layla rounded the corner from the living room, softly stepping down the hall to where their low-speed chase came to a wet end. There was a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. And not the small kind, like a clutch or a purse, a huge cottony tote decorated with a menagerie of pastel cartoon animals. They were bright and cheerful, both in color and wearing smiling faces, kind of a mockery of the scene around him. Kaleb felt his heart leap into his throat. That bag was for him. A diaper was coming next. How far had he fallen in just one day? "There's nothing ‘wrong’ with you, Kay-Kay," Layla explained as she adjusted the bag at her shoulders, side-eying Beckie with her usual coldness and confidence. "You have a condition - a strange one, but not as uncommon as you’d think. Kaleb, your brain and your body are on different wave-lengths. Your body says that it’s eighteen on the verge of graduating high school, that you're interested in girls, in playing video games, or in whatever you think is cool.” “Your brain, on the other hand, thinks you're a toddler. According to the data, you're in the beginning phases, hopefully we caught it in time, since we don't know how bad it can get. First, it's the toilet training that goes. That normally shows up on everyone's radar. But there are other things, like always lying, afraid to be alone, or seeking comfort in tactile objects, or being constantly moody.” Kaleb studied his stepsister’s face, was this all still a trick? Another manipulation from the master manipulator? No. She actually looked like she wanted to help him. What in the world was going on? “Another big sign that a Little is suffering from Maturosis is when they don’t fit in with their peer group. Have you ever felt like you don’t fit in?” He didn’t answer — but a crooked desk came to mind. “I can go on and on,” Layla said as she tapped the side of the diaper bag. “But I don't want you to sit too long in a wet pull-up." What was he hearing? Kaleb grabbed at his head with both hands, tightening his fingers into the skin of his scalp. If there was a way to "come to grips" with this situation by actually gripping, he'd find it by pulling out thick strands of brown hair. He fought the urge to tug it all away, just like he fought the urge to scream, or to cry, or to just flat out run for his life. "Let me get this straight," he said as he sniffed loudly. "My brain thinks I'm a.. a.." Layla finished his sentence for him. "Your brain thinks you’re a baby — that’s called Maturosis.” .............................

Chapter 3: Processing The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess “Room 15.” Was called out so the entire hall could hear it. We were brought out of our shock when we remembered that we had been assigned that room just before we came in. “Wait… that’s us.” I said for the both of us, as Sarah’s mouth was currently occupied. We both turned to see a matron-ly woman standing at the front where the Headmistress stood just a few moments ago, with the microphone close to her mouth. “Nanny Alice, can you please take your charges to get processed first. They’ve both earned a strike so they have the honours of being the first ones processed, along with a special treat.” She said. I had a feeling the ‘special treat’ would be something not-so-nice… so I braced myself as our ‘Nanny’ stood up, took the brakes off our stroller, then took the dummy out of Sarah’s mouth. After taking a few heavy breaths, Sarah looked up at me. “Oh my… it really is a stroller.” Sarah said in shock as she realised the same thing I had. I hung my head in shame as we were wheeled down the aisle and out of the hall. With everyone’s eyes staring at us. I peeked up and saw a mix of reactions. Some were laughing and giggling… but I knew they’d quickly regret that, as the other lot had it right, the ones who weren’t laughing. They were looking at us in fear. Because they knew… this was going to happen to them very soon. “Come on girls. Let's get you down to the processing centre. We just need to run a few tests, give you a little punishment and then get you taped into a nice thick nappy. Then I can show you to your new nursery!” Our Nanny said, as we walked out of the assembly hall and into the hallway. “So… we share a nursery?” I asked. “Oh yes. Two babies per nursery. It means less Nannies, and allows you to bond together in your regression. It also helps with punishments. If one of you is naughty…” “The other gets punished too?” Sarah asked, as if she knew what our Nanny was about to say. “Clever girl! Exactly. It encourages good behaviour and quickens the regression. I know you two had a teensy strike on the way, I heard about why you earned it. But I can tell… you are good girls. You’ll be good for me, right?” Nanny Alice said. We both looked down and said nothing. “Right?” Alice confirmed with more authority in her voice. “Yes.” We both mumbled. “Yes what?” “Yes… Nanny.” “That’s better. Good girls. That reminds me, you may refer to me as Nanny, or Nanny Alice. Never by just my name. Same goes for any other staff member here. Guards are ‘Sir’ or ‘Miss’. Other nannies have the same rules as I do. And the Headmistress… well she told you what you should refer to her as, just that. Got it girls?” “Yes… Nanny.” We both replied reluctantly. “D’aww… you’re such good girls! You are going to make your Mummies and Daddies so proud when we’re finished with you!” She said as she continued to push us down corridor after corridor of plain white walls and floor. Reaching the end of yet another boring corridor, I wondered how big this place was inside, as not only did it take longer than I thought to reach this ‘processing centre’, but also the fact I saw multiple elevators. Now… the building wasn’t that tall on the outside, which leads me to believe there must be more below us. What though… I was nervous to find out. As we neared the door at the end of the corridor, Sarah held her hand out and I quickly grabbed it for comfort. As soon as mine touched hers… it wasn’t as if all my fears had magically disappeared, that would be silly. But… it felt better. Less scary at least. Pushing the doors open, our Nanny greeted the woman dressed like a classic nurse who was sitting at the desk in the corner. And looking around, we had gone from white walls and white floors… to more of the same. Though this time, it had a bunch of medical equipment and an examination table so you know it really is a hospital. I wondered if they had added any colour anywhere. Surely the nurseries would be colourful? “Oh, is the assembly done already? I was expecting… more. But no worries! Time to get started I suppose!” The overly-cheery, middle-aged, blonde Nurse said as she stood up and grabbed some disposable gloves from a box on her desk. “Bring the little ones over to the table, will you Alice?” “No problem, Sheila.” Our Nanny replied to her, wheeling us over to the ominous examination table in the centre of the medical room. “Are these the ones with a strike already? Do you think they’ll resist?” “I think they are going to be very good girls… or else they’ll find out what happens to naughty babies. And they won’t like that…” Alice said, looking at us with a stern look on her face. “Don’t worry, their strike isn’t for resisting or being aggressive. Just a bit of backtalk on the bus.” “Oh that will be fine then. Poor babies… this punishment won’t be nice…” The Nurse said as she bent down over Sarah in the stroller and unbuckled her. I could see Sarah was thinking whether or not to fight back, but these two women were a lot bigger and stronger-looking than her, and even then… with so many guards… How was she going to get out? So in the end she nervously allowed the woman to lift her out of the stroller and gently place her on the examination table. I watched from my seat in the stroller, with Nanny Alice standing behind me, as the Nurse walked around the table to the other side so we had a full view of what was happening to Sarah. “You two need to get used to watching everything happening to the other. That includes changes, checks, and going potty.” Alice said from behind me, and immediately Sarah’s face turned bright red. No doubt mine was too, but at least I couldn’t see my own. “Exactly. So first… examination. Let’s get these icky scrubs off you.” The Nurse announced, expertly pulling Sarah’s pants off, then with no resistance, she took Sarah’s top off too, revealing a very naked Sarah, who was trying her best to cover up everything as best she could with her hands. “No getting shy. Lots of people here will get to see you like this. You’ll get less shy over time, don’t worry. I bet you’ll even end up as one of those babies who love to go nakey all the time and run around in just a nappy!” The Nurse giggled. I heard an audible gasp from Sarah as she looked at Alice in shock. Followed by another gasp as the Nurse spread her legs. “Little Sarah needs her hair down here removed. But other than that… she’s perfectly healthy.” She said. ‘Wait… how does she know she’s healthy?’ I looked to the side to see a large monitor that displayed all Sarah’s vitals, her weight, blood pressure, everything. Like… What the hell was this table? How advanced is the tech in here if it can scan someone laying down on a table in mere seconds? “Next… punishment. Sorry little one, but you earned it. It is a first strike, so I’ll go easy on you both. Especially for such a minor mistake.” The Nurse announced loudly so that I heard it too. Rummaging around in the table underneath Sarah, she pulled out something small… “What the hell is…” Sarah said, looking at it, confused. “Do I need to get your dummy for that mouth again? Don’t make me regret taking it out.” Alice warned. Sarah instantly shut her mouth as her eyes widened in fear. “That got her to behave. Did she already earn her quiet time dummy?” The Nurse asked Alice. “Oh yes. Talking during the assembly. I thought I would be nice and take it out as soon as we got out, but I’m quickly regretting that decision…” “How about a normal dummy?” “Normal…?” Before Sarah could finish that sentence, the Nurse pulled something out of her pocket and shoved it in Sarah’s mouth. Sarah was about to spit it out before the Nurse looked at her with a face that said ‘Go on… try. See what happens…’ “Sowwy…” Sarah said with a babyish lisp, no doubt thanks to the dummy in her mouth. At least this one allowed her some semblance of speech, unlike the one before, the one I also saw in other people’s mouths as we walked past them in the assembly hall. Those ones looked like they completely prevented speech. “Much better. Now… let's get that hair removed, then put this in you, then into a thick nappy.” The Nurse announced. “Inh nee?” Sarah said, too afraid to spit the dummy out of her mouth. Pulling out yet another thing from this magic examination table, the Nurse shook what looked to be a can or something, one like you’d see shaving cream in, and sprayed something into her hands, quickly rubbing them together. Upon closer examination, there was now some kind of foam, maybe shaving foam, that coated her hands. And with no warning, she lunged between Sarah’s open legs. Sarah screamed from behind her dummy as the Nurse applied this cream to her lower region. I couldn’t tell if it was cold or if it was actually causing her pain, but after a few seconds, she started calming down. Taking a baby wipe from the table, the Nurse wiped the foam away. “There we go… no more hair ever again for the little baby…” The Nurse exclaimed in delight. ‘Wait… did that just remove…’ Sarah looked down at her nether regions in shock. “Now… this is for your own good, sweetie…” The Nurse said as she applied what looked like lube to that thing she had taken from the table just before the hair stuff. And without warning or explanation… she shoved the small object… up… well… Sarah! “That’s a good girl. Be good for the nurse and maybe I’ll be nicer later when you need a change.” Alice said to the nervous-looking woman on the table. Sarah quickly looked at Alice in shock. “Whh?” She screamed. “What did you think that was? That was to help you go potty later, silly! That’s your punishment.” I looked up to see Alice grinning. “WHH DEH HLL?” “Quiet… otherwise I won’t change you immediately.” She warned Sarah. “That’s a good girl… just relax… now time for your first nappy!” The Nurse announced, once again reaching under the table, pulling out a large, thick white… pillow? No wait… it’s a nappy. An enormous nappy. As soon as Sarah took one look at it she started squirming and crying, but Alice must have been prepared for this as she quickly dashed over and grabbed the girl’s shoulders, holding her down in place on the table whilst the Nurse went to work unfolding the giant nappy. “Stop squirming sweetie… you’ll appreciate my generosity of changing you after your first accident. If you don’t stop squirming, I could leave you in it for the rest of the night.” Alice warned again. Sarah must have thought about the possibility of sitting in her own mess all night… just like I was currently doing… and she quickly decided to calm down. So she didn’t put up a fight as the nurse grabbed her legs and raised them so her butt left the table, nor did she fight when the Nurse slid the nappy underneath her and lowered her… cute… butt onto the soft padding. Nor did she fight when she was taped into it and lifted up. Sarah didn’t make a single noise or try to resist as she was carried over to the stroller and strapped back in. And now… it was my turn. Taking a page from Sarah’s book… I didn’t resist. I didn’t complain. I just accepted what was coming. I’d give no reason to piss Alice off, so she’d have no reason not to change me as soon as I inevitably messed. And just like Sarah, I was stripped, had the foam rubbed in (although they commented on how I had no hair down there already, which made me blush), the small object Sarah had received was also placed into my backside… which wasn’t entirely uncomfortable… and I was then lowered down onto the thick padding waiting for me. “You're a very good girl. And despite the little resistance from Baby Sarah at the beginning… I think it’s safe to say you both are. So as soon as you’ve gone poopies, you tell Nanny and I’ll clean you right up, okay sweeties?” Alice said to me and Sarah. We both just nodded shyly at the woman, hoping that the experience we were about to go through wasn’t… too traumatic. I looked down and realised that whilst I was in my own head and being distracted by Alice, the Nurse had managed to tape me into the nappy without me even noticing. “There we go. Oh! One last thing…” The Nurse said, rummaging around the table again. “Seriously… How much stuff is in this damn thing?” “I… have a question…” I asked, nervously. Alice looked at me sternly. “I have a question… Nanny?” I repeated, correcting myself this time, hoping that was the reason she wasn’t so friendly all of a sudden, and that I wasn’t pissing her off by just asking if I could ask a question. “That’s better. Go on sweetie. What do you want to ask.” Alice’s face went back to its smiley, happy, reassuring form. “How long until… umm…” “Until the thing in your little bum starts working? Oh… right about…” And as if she was fucking psychic, Sarah yelled out in pain, clutching her stomach. I looked over and noticed Alice hadn’t strapped her in fully like we were before, just the harness holding her in, her arms and legs were free to move this time. “Is… is she okay?” I asked. “Oh she’s fine. Just a bit of discomfort and then she’ll feel relieved. Same goes for you. Now… quickly. Back into your stroller.” As Nanny Alice walked over, I turned around to see the Nurse looking at me, smiling. And like a damn ninja, she pulled out and slipped something into my mouth. Something that now occupied most of my mouth. I sucked at it… and it confirmed what I figured. A dummy. Just like Sarah’s. “There we go! Matching pink dummies for my little princesses! Thank you, Sheila.” Alice said, scooping me up off the table into her arms, and carrying me over to the stroller. Placing me down next to Sarah, she buckled me in and just like the other ‘princess’, I was given free use of my arms and legs. Although I assume that my arms will be occupied in no time, clutching my stomach like Sarah was currently doing. “Better get out there. If you time it right…” The Nurse grinned at Nanny Alice. “Yes. Thank you, can’t miss this!” Alice replied. ‘What… what does she mean?’ I thought to myself as Alice pulled at the brakes and started pushing us back out the way we came in. But as soon as she opened the door… it was no longer bare and empty. And my stomach started gurgling as I looked at the queue of occupied strollers and their Nannies all lined up against the wall… all looking at Sarah and I. ========================================================= 😇 I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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I could probably say I have a spanking schedule, but it's not written anywhere. Mommy basically keeps the list in her head and decides how many swats I get during my spankings. The only thing I know is however many swats I get is split into two sets, one set with my diaper on, and one set with my diaper pulled down, unless I pooped my diaper, then she'll take me to my changing table, change me out of my dirty diaper, clean up my bottom, and then, before she puts me in a clean diaper, she grabs me by the ankles, lifts my bottom into the air, and begins the second set of spankings then.

Chapter 2 Nanites are the future. Growing up in my world there are five major technology groups. Nanotechnology, Artificial Intelligence, Energy, Genetic Manipulation and Little Applied Technology. All have gotten major attention especially in the last 50 years or so. Nanotech more than most. Tiny little machines capable of fixing complex medical procedures (surgeries, repairs, graphs, removal of certain cancers and tumors) that would be difficult even for the most skilled doctors. Yet despite this, marvel, of technology the majority of this is used in ‘little procedures.’ Only 10 percent of this technology is used for genuine medical purposes or problems. That’s insane. It’s for this reason, primarily, that I’m pursuing my studies in nanotech and computer coding when I graduate to university. If I can survive that long… Christmas break came and went by so fast and before I knew it I was back at Winthrop Prep. The bus driver took great pleasure in helping me off the bus, given that I was the only little on it. A sea of school blazers, khaki pants, and plaid skirts and knee high socks rose up all around me. Some said hello to me, others gave me low five hand slaps. One Amazon male tried to knock me down while another Amazon male came to my defense and pushed him down instead. And only two Amazon girls stopped me to check my diaper and play with my hair. I was in a cheap plain white pamper I was able to buy in bulk back in the fall. Thin and easy to move in, simple to put on myself. Many students gave me packages of other types of diapers, insisting I wear these as a better…aka cuter option, but I just kept them in a closet at my house. I wanted the freedom to choose this diaper for coming to school as I wasn’t going to have a choice for the rest of the day. My school is massive, think ancient castles of forgotten kings or even our current Monarch on the other side of the country. The outer side is all stone but the colors are all beige and light browns which give s it a Mediterranean look. Window glass all along the first floor that become less and less as you go up in floors. Once you go up the front stairs we are met with a small hallway that leads to the foyer. To get there you first need to go through the metal detectors which was large and gray. Fortunately it was advanced enough to tell the difference between a gun and a computer. Once I passed I came to the line for the final checkpoint—the auto-dresser. It’s something the school put in last year to enforce the school uniform more thoroughly. I insert my student ID and step in, the door closing behind me then the scanners begin matching my outfit to the school’s policy for me. If, for example, I didn’t have a tie on or a diaper the machine would correct the issue. Then it would mark our student file with the violation then inform the Vice Principle or the infraction. With a green light I stepped out of the machine and entered the main foyer after taking my ID out of the machine. At the center of the foyer is a large golden statue of a Mako Shark (school mascot). At the base of the statue is the schools fighting motto inscribed on a gold plate “Keep Moving Forward.” Beyond the statue was a grand staircase that went up to the second level. The stairs and floors gleamed with fresh wax. Just beside the staircase was the elevators. They were added to the school just before I started. Students could use them instead of stairs but you have to pay to use them. A code placed on your student ID activates it. Really only the students with money to burn use them. I turned right, following a hallway down the front side of the building. Windows on my right and the lockers lining the hallway on the left. My student ID led me to my new locker and displayed the six digit combination. The noise of students became less and less. These lockers were primarily for inbetweeners and littles like me. I didn’t have to look behind me to know I was drawing amazon ears with the crinkling of my diaper. Finally I arrived at my locker which was at my eye level. My first year they kept assigning me an amazon size locker that I couldn’t even reach the combination pad much less the latch to open it. I punched in my code before a voice in my ear said “stop” before I could open it. “I’m detecting wireless machinery behind the door.” “You’ve got to be kidding me” I said. *** Christmas break (two weeks ago) *** My Christmas break had been a nightmare but then it became a blessing in disguise. Bree’s gift turned out to be a customized auto-closet. Christmas morning I realized if I didn’t open her gift I had a feeling she would know about it somehow or even worse she might stop by to check on me. So I opened the heavier of the two gifts. It was a large metal box. In seconds mechanical spider arms and a scanner emerged and found its way to my empty guest room where the box began melting (breaking apart) and spreading out along the walls and ceiling. After two hours the closet was done. Mini spider bots retrieved the other present that turned out to be lots of diapers or various colors and sizes. Around four in the afternoon a delivery truck dropped off a package that I learned was also from Bree. The closet brought it in and it turned out to be clothing. Everything from my school uniform, a couple of casual clothes, and tones of baby clothes of both genders. From Sunday best suits and dresses to baby onesie’s. The entire thing ran off a basic AI program that didn’t do much outside of an automated closet which made sense. You don’t put a multi-million dollar AI system into a closet. Just a basic package to adjust to a subject. Sadly once it was completely done I was grabbed and forced into a mini fashion show. This closet is equipped with a tablet screen as big as a large television. When I was finished being diapered the tablet made an automated video call. Within seconds Bree’s face appeared on the screen. Her red bikini matched her red hair. The sun was bright which explained the large black sunglasses and the sandy beach told me she was outside. “Hi Aaron!” she smiled “Merry Christmas! I see you’ve gotten my present. I know school life can get overwhelming so I thought I would take the worry of getting dressed in the mornings and afternoons might make things easier for you. One less thing to worry about. And as a bonus you can now talk to me even when we aren’t at school. Isn’t that wonderful?” I honestly didn’t know how to respond to her question so I just smiled. “I can also control this closet remotely but don’t worry, it’s only for today,” she said. She typed away at her own tablet keyboard and I was manhandled into a mini fashion show to her viewing pleasure, to which she took plenty of pictures. I spent the rest of the day having my blonde hair styled and placed in various hats. I think I tried on at least half of everything in the wardrobe. Bree had one last surprise for me. I noticed she had moved from the sunny outside to the inside of her home. I could see the large white walls and expensive art decorating the walls, when she entered her room she lay over her purple bedspread and typed away at the keys. Instantly I found myself getting a diaper change, even though I hadn’t wet the one from earlier, replaced by a large pink one that ensured my knees couldn’t come together. A set of white booties and gloves were tied over my hands and feet. A pink onesie was brought over my head and snapped closed at the bottom of the diaper and a white bonnet was tied on my head. Bree made a high pitch squeal sound of utter joy as I was turned to face the mirror. The one thing I didn’t notice was the pink onesie had a photo of Bree from some social media post printed on the onesie and the bonnet above my head read ‘Bree’s Little Baby.’ I was shocked to say the least. I mean, I knew Bree had baby fever but she’d always kept it minimal. This, all of this, seemed like a grand stand show. Very out of character. Or maybe this was her character and everything I’d been seeing was an illusion. A tendril arm opened a small box that sat under the window opposite the tablet Bree was viewing me from. “Aaron, you’ve made me the happiest girl in the world being my friend…” ‘Friend!?!’ When did we become friends? “…and this is something special between us,” as she spoke the box opened to reveal itself as a mini refrigerator that held several white bottles. The door closed, I could hear humming coming from the tendril and noticed the bottle, once the lid was removed, heat up. A rubber nipple placed over the top. I looked back at Bree who had sat the tablet upright and was clutching her voluptuous breasts, “Don’t worry it’s not any of that disgusting little go formula. This is all natural. I’ve thought about you so much that this is what my body gave me in return. I hope you like it.” The tendrils cradled me, pinning my arms to the side and forced the bottle into my mouth, squeezing the warm liquid in my mouth. I’d never tasted anything like it. It was by far the most amazing thing I’d ever been exposed to. Granted I haven’t had sex yet but I would wager this came equal to sex or very close to it. I fell asleep halfway through the bottle. I woke up laying in an old Victorian bassinet, the diaper was wet…and messy…and cold. I made noise so the stupid machine would activate. It got to work changing the diaper into a white one with teddy bears on the. Then a t-shirt followed by another round of milk before it let me leave this room. I spent the rest of that day in the basement, fortunately that closet had a limit to its reach. It took me 12 hours to hack the basic Ai program of the closet and shut it down. I was able to load the AI program and strip it all the way down to the most fundamental of its building blocks and rebuilt it from the ground up. Five days I spent doing it till I hit enter and, in the words of a portal Earth horror film “It’s Alive!!!” Morpheus was born. It’s a name meaning, ‘shaper of forms’ which was what I needed right now. An assistant. Coding the nanites is a long and tedious process. But even more so is programing them to do certain functions; medical programing for example is loaded up to the nanites and then it is altered to the individual for variations. My project is the interchangeable ability of nanites. With Morpheus as my intermediator I can let him sync the shift of the nanites. It took a few more days to synchronize the coding and adapt Morpheus to the nanites. He was then loaded onto my project and a few of the nanites crawled into my ear canal. With a bit more testing and a lot more nanites I’ll be able to put my project to fuller use. *** Present Day *** “Can you tell what kind of machinery it is,” I asked low. I don’t want people hearing me talking to myself and then begin thinking I’m becoming unhinged. “I’m detecting sensors. Mechanical arms and size adjustable clothing. The arms have adaptive muscle fibers,” Morpheus responded. So the sensors scan me the moment I open the door, the arms grab me and apply the clothing—adjusting to fit me perfectly. Probably will happen in seconds. Then all that will be left is a cute little baby sitting in a diaper and fit clothing in the hallway. Every amazon in the school would find me and that would be the end. Unless… Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a lone Amazon male peaking around the corner. The guilty one. Probably couldn’t resist seeing his plan fall into place. Be the first to pick up the little and then use it to get an amazon girl to stay with him to get to the little. How desperate can he really be to stoop this low? I fake trying to open the latch, knowing that too much time has passed since I hit my combination and it locked again. I struggled and strained against it. I exhaled in frustration and was beginning to walk away when he, oh so gallantly, approached to help the poor little. “Hey little man,” he said in fake surprise, “what is the matter, can’t open your locker?” “No, it stuck” I replied in a whiny tone. Lawrence Tagger wasn’t the rightest guy in school but he did have the biggest inflated ego in the school and he never passed up an opportunity to put those he deemed inferior to him in their place. “I know the world can be a difficult place. That’s why littles like yourselves need grownups like me to help you. The world is just too much for you.” He messed up my hair. He said he would help. I punched in my combination. His hand lifted the latch with ease but in the last second I side stepped, throwing the door open out of the sensors line of sight. Sensor technology is lightning fast. In that second that it took him to realize I’d stepped out of the way the sensor within the locker scanned Tagger. While the sensor kept track of where his body and limbs were located the arms went to work. I could only look on between the slit holes in the door of my locker. The ripping of clothes was almost as deafening as he short lived screams. The Locker must’ve had an inflatable pacifier because after 2 or three seconds there was no other obvious noises from him. The oh so obvious sound of a crinkly diaper, the smell of wipes and talcum powder filled the air and I watched in just a few seconds tagger lay on the cold floor in nothing but a diaper and a pacifier. The arms retreated to the locker but emerged once again in renewed fury. Moving, pushing and tucking him in different angles until the arms let him go, returning to the locker. “Morph, disable the system,” I said. No way was I going near that sensor. “System offline,” Morph said. I stepped from around the door. Tagger sat there in a large baby blue onesie that was a tight fit but it completely enveloped his entire body and very large diaper. Hands and feet were encased in mittens and booties within the footed sleeper. A large, wide, baby blue bonnet rested over his head. I grabbed my tablet, threw my lunchbox into my locker and slammed the doors shut. I ran to around the corner where another stairwell could lead me up to the other floors. Behind me I could hear Tagger trying to stand up but slipping back down onto his diapered bottom. “Would you like me to re-engage the system?” Morph chimed in when I stopped on the second floor. I had to catch my breath, going upstairs for little is long and tiring. “No. Morph I need you to be quiet now. If I need you I will ask you, until then remain silent and absorb input.” “Understood” and then silence. I walked the rest of the way to the third floor. First day of school, I’ve already been manhandled and nearly put back to babyhood and the bell hasn’t even rung for first period. This going to be a long semester. I pushed open the third floor hallway doors which were large, wooden and fire insulated. The third floor mostly the scholar subject. From English to Advanced Theoretical Quantum Mechanics. All but for the science courses like Chemistry and Biology, those you’ll find on the top floor where there is more ventilation. Room 304 is for Advanced Calculus. Imagine your math classroom from HS and you’ve got an idea what the room looked like. There are about 18 students in here. Mostly male amazons including Dylan Farnum who sat on the far side of the room just behind the front desk. Unfortunately the other seats in front of him and the rest of the row behind him were already taken, backpacks claiming the spots. Fortunately the desk to his right was open so I proceeded to grab one of the booster pillows for littles in each room, place my bag down and climb into the seat after setting the pillow down. I had just gotten my tablet and stylus pen out when shadows fell over me. Six of the 18 students are female, one is an inbetweener was sitting in front of Dylan and the remaining 5 amazon girls were now looking down on my with equal parts pity, infatuation and motherly concern. They rattled off their names but quite honestly they were all talking so much I just tried ignoring them. Then they took my stylus, claiming that as a little I didn’t need to trouble my pretty little head about such matters. Apparently I should just spend my time watching cartoons and playing with toys all day in between cartoons, feedings and diaper filling. It wasn’t till a more, grownup voice cleared his throat that everyone stopped and looked forward. Mr. Perry wasn’t the biggest male teacher but he definitely had the loudest voice of any of them. He towered over everyone except one or two of the male amazons but none of them would challenge a teacher in a class they chose to attend. “I suggest you ladies return Mr. Case’s stylus or else I will send you to the principal’s office for possessing STOLEN PROPERTY!!!” He yelled at the end. The girls dropped the pen on my desk and all took seats surrounding me on every available side. “Mr. Case” he said, drawing my attention, “First day of class and already your distracting students. This doesn’t bode well for you in my class.” “Believe me, sir, it isn’t intentional,” I replied. “I would imagine so” he snorted. “Still, this is my class and I will have order here.” He looked around at everyone, stopping on the in-betweener girl who was easily two and a half to three feet taller than me. I knew her name was Rosalie Parker and she was in the same advanced science class as Dylan and I, we’ve said hello a few times but I don’t really know her all that well. “All ladies except for Ms. Parker stand up.” He looked at the row of desks on the opposite side of us and told the men to stand and both switch places. So now all of the Amazon girls are far away from me and I’m surrounded my amazon men. At least I don’t have to worry about pranks from these guys. “Now with that distraction over, let’s see what you all think you know about Calculus and go from there,” he began writing on the dry erase board. He took us through several formulas and had we solve a few problems. In short we were all relatively on the same page, minus one of the girls and two of the boys who needed to catch up. When the bell rang we all walked out of the classroom. I quickly moved down the hall as my English class was still on this floor. In walking I came across Mia, Corey and Kevin who are the only other littles left in our senior class. We started freshmen year with 22 littles, now it’s just us four. We were all very excited but we tried to keep our excitement in check, several littles giggling and happy would trigger every amazon parental instinct. We talked for a moment, learning one of our other little classmates was adopted over Christmas break. Sadly none of us have classes together, most of mine are advanced but we do all share the same lunch schedule and so made plans to sit together. Just before saying goodbyes, two amazon girls took the opportunity to check our diapers. Mine was barely wet. Kevin and Mia were the same but Corey’s was completely soaked and so the amazon picked him up and took him to the nearest changing room. The next two classes went by without much incident. AP English we have a paper due next week and several reading assignments due the day after tomorrow. Economics we were informed that we have to start a business, create a budget and provide all documents plans for running it. We had till the next class to choose a partner(s). With class over the student body was called to Westchester Hall, which is where the auditorium is for plays, debates, presentations, competitions (like Mathletes and quiz bowls). After making it down to the 1st floor a familiar voice said “Hi Aaron.” I turned around to see Bree. He skin was sun-kissed with maybe a few new freckles. Her red hair was still dark and radiant with her green eyes. That smile disarmed me long enough for her to kneel down directly in front of me. “How’s your first day of school?” I was half expecting babyish talk, it was an almost normal feeling with how she was speaking. “It is going well Bree, just have a lot of homework, like normal.” “You’re so smart,” she said as she did her customary checking my diaper. “And you are wet,” she smiled. She picked me up, setting me on her hip as she passed the lockers and the gold Mako Shark statue to the family restroom at the stairs opposite the elevator. We were the only ones in here. She set my backpack down beside the changing table and undid my pants after setting me on top of the padded top, pulling them to my knees and revealing the thick white diaper. In quick motions she undid the tapes and had the diaper off and thrown away. My face turned red, one of the most beautiful girls in school and she’s seeing me half naked. I couldn’t really stop my little man from standing up but I did my best to cover it. Bree giggled as she pulled another diaper out from underneath the table. “Um, Bree I need to use the toilet” I said. I really did have to go again and I figured with the diaper off she’s be more inclined to let me than waste a diaper. It was a gamble as she might go ahead with it and make me suffer in it through the assembly. What’s worse if I did number 2 I would get so many demerits it would put my future in jeopardy. Bree thought about it for a moment before picking me up and setting me on the little tweener size toilet. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” she smiled before turning around and walking back to the table. Setting out a new diaper and setting out the powder and wipes. I wanted to ask Bree to leave the restroom but it was clear that having her back turned was the most she was going to give me. So I let go, it took about five minutes before I was finished. After wiping myself I flushed. Bree came back, “you did an amazing job Aaron, such a big boy,” she said as she laid me back down on the table. Though I was clean she still wiped me, “the assembly starts in five minutes so we need to hurry this up,” She lifted my legs by my pants around my ankles, sliding the diaper underneath me, then powder followed by folding the diaper and taping it shut. She pulled my pants back up and once my uniform was back to normal she carried me out of the restroom and out of the building. Probably for the best, her legs were longer than mine and she made it to the auditorium with a minute or two to spare. She set me down and we walked to the front where littles were required to sit. Being on the student counsel, as the treasurer, Bree walked up on stage and took her seats with the other student councils members. I sat in between Corey and Kevin. Principle Higgins walked up on stage. She was a giant woman, really tall with wide shoulders. Dressed in a dark blue business suit and black hears. Her hair was black as night and eyes to match. At the podium she began reading from her speech. Mostly a welcome back to everyone, ready for the final semester of the year. Introducing a few new students in there junior year as the school doesn’t accept senior transfers. She made notices about team tryout dates for basketball, tennis and the swim team. Baseball and softball tryout in March. Mathletes meet in the math department on Friday, signup sheets are on the community board in the quad. When she mentioned Prom everyone cheered for several moments, tickets go on sale at the end of March, then she looked at several of the amazon guys “If any attempts to spike the punch are found, you will be expelled,” she brought the hammer down (metaphorically). Juniors could attend, space was limited so it was first come, first serve. And finally for the ladies in junior league, signup sheets for your volunteer hours are in my office, please make your way there before the end of the week. We all clapped as she left the stage. Then the Student Council President walked up on stage. Caesar Williams was a pretty popular Amazon. Most voted for him, including me. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still an amazon but his opponent was Shelly Henning who wanted to make adopting littles so much easier so I chose self-preservation. Caesar was captain of the debate team, running back on the football team and a guard on the basketball teams. He was friends with everyone and had a lot of family that were involved in the alumni association. His speech wasn’t something spectacular. Mostly a polished piece of having the best senior year, naming his friends and his girlfriend which got a lot of ‘awe’s.’ There was a kid in a different country that was poverty stricken but despite all of the hardships the amazon kid had taught himself calculus and physics so Caesar had set up a school project to bring the guy here and give him a higher education. He believes that he might be able to make further scientific advancements. We watched a video from him, the accent making it hard to understanding him but he was full of smiles and hope. With that the assembly came to an end, as I was getting down Principle Higgins called out my name, I turned to see her on stage looking down at me. “Could you come to my office, please bring your lunch.” I agreed and left the room. “What did the Principle want?” Corey asked. “To see me in her office during lunch period, I have to bring it up with me.” “Oh no! She’s not going to adopt you, is she?” Mia was in a state of shock and panic. “She can’t adopt him Mia,” Kevin replied, “He hasn’t graduated, pooped his pants or broken any rules. It’s probably a lecture on just giving up.” I said goodbye’s and retrieved my lunch from my locker, looking around I noticed the school camera aimed at the lockers and Kevin’s words repeated, if I’d broken the rules. I’ve read the school bylaws over and over and I don’t believe I attacked him but with amazons I’m not really sure how they would bend the rules. Grace Hall isn’t the biggest building, it set on a slight hill looking over the interior quad of all the buildings. So it stands apart but above the others. Inside the main door, the carpet is all gold color, the wall were dark blue and the columns and accents were browns and whites. School colors all the way. I walked up to Mrs. Peters who was the school secretary. Matriarchal to the bone in her late 60’s with dark rimmed glasses, wrinkles, white hair and brown eyes. She looked down at me, yet her fingers never stopped typing. “Hey cutie!” she said, “Where is your mommy?” “Hi Mrs. Peters, Principle Higgins wanted to see me,” I kept my tone nonchalant. “Oh, well go on in. Be good little one,” I heard as I walked past several cubicles with several amazon heads turning. I knocked on her door at the back of the room. Principle Higgins opened the door and invited me in. She had a large glass wall that looked over a wooded area oppose the school. Her furniture was old, very old but gleamed from fresh polish. Two other amazons were in the room. Vice Principle Butters, a vertically challenged but horizontally gifted amazon that could become your worst nightmare if you broke the rules. The other amazon woman I didn’t recognize but I could tell she was a mother. “Take a seat Aaron,” I did, everyone watched as I struggled getting into the amazon size chair, of course no one helped me. “Mr. Case” VP Butters said, flat and straightforward, “This is Mrs. Tagger, whose son had a slight mishap this morning. “A mishap is an understatement. This little attacked my son and dressed him in a diaper. My son is a full grown man,” she pointed her finger at me as though she thought it would somehow make me cry “ this little baby should be spanked for attacking my son and sent to the nearest orphanage. He obviously isn’t emotionally mature enough to be in school.” The more she talked the more red she became. I wonder if her yelling was because she was trying to convince herself or the others. I looked to the principle, not really showing any emotions. Don’t get me wrong I’d love to yell at her, but if I did it would be walking into her trap. Everything I do and say can be used against me. Instead I figured letting the principle guide the talk was a much better option. “That is a strong accusation Mrs. Tagger,” she said, “Mr. Case, anything to say in response?” It was a bait, how will I respond. I thought about the whole situation, the locker and the camera. I shrugged my shoulders “there is a camera aimed at my locker. The footage could prove my guilt or my innocence.” “Aha, he just admitted his guilt” Mrs. Tagger shouted. “Spank him right now as punishment or better, allow me to.” “Or innocence is also what he said Mrs. Tagger,” Principle Higgins said. “The footage could condemn you, if you did attack him,” VP Butters responded. “What you’ll see is a robotic machine attack Mr. Tagger, it had been illegally put into my locker. I’m sure if you back the footage up a few days you’d find the culprit who put the machine into my private locker,” I said. “How dare you call my son a criminal you little brat,” Mrs. Tagger raised her arm as if to backhand me. Midway through the swing, her hand was caught by Principle Higgins. “Mrs. Tagger, I understand you are upset but you will not strike a student on my campus,” she said. No compromise or regrets. “But he’s a little, you can’t take the word of someone sitting in a diaper over my son,” Mrs. Tagger exclaimed. “Forgive me,” I spoke up, “but the last time I saw your son he was sitting in a diaper.” Honestly I should have stayed quiet but it was too perfect not to throw that at her. And Mrs. Tagger’s face was red. She wanted to spank me till I bled but I could tell Principle Higgins words had set it. Principle Higgins turned to me, speaking softly “you’re not helping things Mr. Case,” she replied in a stern tone. I looked over at VP Butters then to Mrs. Tagger then the Principle. “We were all thinking it, I just said it out loud.” “Littles should be seen and not heard little boy” Mrs. Tagger threw the insult like a knife, though it didn’t work like she thought. I am a little and I wear a diaper because I’m required to wear one. People have been telling me to give up, all there words are just that. Words. “Why don’t we just review the footage? If he is lying, he can be sent to the nearest orphanage, if he’s telling the truth then Mr. Case can return to class. Does that sound fair Principle Higgins? Mrs. Tagger?” VP Butters said. “When its proven he’s lying, I get to spank him before he is sent to the nursery,” Mrs. Tagger wasn’t going to take anything less. Principle Higgins agreed, and they all gathered around the principles side of the desk to watch her pull up the video. Listening to it reminded me of how much the system is against us. Anything we say and do is held against us. Amazons push us to an emotional breakdown and outrage but then that same outrage is used against us as though we can’t control our emotions. However if an amazon has the same outrage, no one blinks an eye. For most littles, this is why we work hard to hold our emotions in. The video showed exactly what happened, from the trouble with the door to Tagger’s diapering and my leaving the scene. “You see, he’s guilty,” Mrs. Tagger shouted triumphantly. Principle Higgins looked at me, “do you have anything to say Mr. Case?” No amount of excuses would change their minds so I figured giving context would be better for me in this situation. “Could you rewind the video and see who put the machinery in my locker?” “Why should we do that, it’s obvious you guilty little boy. I can’t wait to spank you” Mrs. Tagger was beaning. Principle Higgins and VP Butters were busy rewinding the footage to Sunday morning when two worker brought in the machinery with Tagger standing about watching it happen. “Your son entered school grounds illegally,” VP Butters said, Mrs. Tagger got a stern expression on her face, “Illegally put machinery into another students locker, waited and then fell prey to the same machine he was planning to use against Mr. Case here.” It’s hard to describe but VP Butters was turning red from holding back a laughter that was contagious in everyone except Mrs. Tagger who stormed out of the room, no other arguments or words said. The laughter started up again as they had me follow them out a door at the back of the principal’s office. It lead to a sun room where another amazon was playing with two littles in a mesh playpen. Farther away was a table set up with three high chairs and three adult chairs. I guess, this is lunch. I started to take a seat in an adult chair while Higgins and Butters were talking to their littles when the other amazon came over a stopped me. “It’s so cute that you want to play adult but littles like you can only be in high chairs,” she said. Before I knew it she had me in the high chair and restrained everywhere except the head and arms. The others put there littles in, fully restrained without a second thought. I laid out my lunch in four containers: Broccoli and an apple (cut into cubes), a steak sandwich (cut small), clear onion soup and a single cookie. Butters remarked how my mother had made my lunch, so thoughtful for her little boy. Truth is I got up early to make it, with no parents I had to keep the illusion alive so no one questioned things. This meant making my meals in a way that they didn’t think too much on it. They offered to feed me but I declined. Which didn’t stop them from putting a bib on me despite my protests. They congratulated me when I ate all of my broccoli first (what can I say, I like broccoli. They look like little trees). For a while I ate in peace while listening to the adults feeding there littles, both looked to be in there mid to late twenties, maybe early thirties, eyes glazed over in a daze. Their minds long since broken or forgotten. “So Aaron, how is school going so far this today?” Principle Higgins asked. She was eating yogurt with blueberries mixed in. I’ve not ide what she’s feeding her little girl but the contents of the jar were green and smelled horrible. “It’s going well. Assignments are harder but that’s fine, I like a challenge. I will be submitting my coding project for the national science competition this year.” “Impressive,” Butters said. For a second I thought he was talking to his little but then he turned his balding head, “schools get massive notoriety and media attention for the winners of those competitions.” “So I’ve heard,” Principle Higgins replied. “Aside from this incident, no one else has tried to attack or manhandle me in any way,” their faces looked blank at my words as though they didn’t hear them. It happens to many amazons. Complaints or stories of adults forcing littles to be children get overlooked or fall on deaf ears. I wonder if tunnel vision and hearing amongst amazons is genetic. If so, could I be corrected? I went back to eating my sandwich and apple cubes for a little while. I could tell Butters and Higgins were wanting to say something, they kept looking at one another and then at me before returning to their littles food or their own. It went back and forth like that until I got to my cookie. “Aaron,” Higgins said. “Given that it is your senior year I wanted to make sure you were aware of the Adoption Initiative?” I stopped chewing, my eyes were wide at that statement. I knew full well. Littles in school can’t be legally adopted unless that break a serious rule, demerit out, offer themselves up for adoption or do something overtly childish (i.e. pooping in diapers during class or having a blowout in the hallway or at a school event). At graduation, once a little has their diploma, many amazons use that moment to scoop up the little and adopt them on the spot and given that police and pro-little groups aren’t there then no one object to the littles forced adoption. The Adoption Initiative was another option. If the little is afraid or in serious question about the amazon schoolmates that might adopt them, then they can approach the school admin to find a suitable family to adopt them on graduation day. Rather than be with a teenager who just wants a little and has no clue how to take care of one or maybe they think they are ready for the responsibility but are not then this provides a safer route. The school would put the details on a secure adoption site and the details would be arranged, fees paid and on graduation you are officially adopted by that family. I finished chewing and swallowed before replying, “Yes, I have heard of it.” “And?” VP Butters dragged the word out as an obvious question. “I’m not interested. I’m going to university after I graduate to get my degree. I’ve already been offered a full scholarship.” They acted surprised but there eyes to one another said they knew. Which would make sense, they would contact the school for records and such. “It is a reasonable option. Especially with only three littles remaining in you senior year,” Butters replied. “You wouldn’t have to worry about what would happen to you after school. You would be taken care of. Pampered really. And the biggest benefit of all, you have a say in the process of choosing your parents.” “I already have parents,” I stated flatly. I was on the verge of tears thinking of my mom and dad. VP Butters words weren’t heartless in the traditional sense. He honestly believed in what he was saying but that didn’t make it easier to hear. “We know and your parents have done an amazing job Aaron, we just want to give you options so you are happy after graduating. You’ve spent three and a half years fighting the system but this is one way the system can work for you,” Principle Higgins commented. I finished my cookie, putting my containers back into my lunchbox. Before I could do it myself my hand was seized by Principle Higgins who had moved before I even noticed. A baby wipe in her hand in which she proceeded to wipe my hands and my face clean; even though I was sure there were already clean. “Just think about it Aaron. You have until the last week of April to make your decision. After that we can’t guarantee to find you your perfect family.” She released the straps and the tray, setting me down on the floor. Then she returned to her own chair and her little. I stood there for a few moments before their attention noticed me. “Do you want to stay for a diaper change Aaron?” Butters asked. “No sir,” I replied. I need a note for class as to why I’m late.” Principle Higgins smiled and walked me back into her office.