Leaderboard

Chapter 18: Modifications The LETO Syndicate – LittleFallenPrincess “Hello there sweetie!” I heard a familiar voice from my side, but couldn’t turn my head to confirm my suspicions. “I’ll take it from here, Greg.” The guard grunted, before walking back into the club the way we just came out. And as he did, the other person walked around to my front. “D’aww… well we all knew that was going to happen.” Alice said, appearing in my limited view. “Mmm?” I replied, muffled by the dummy in my mouth which I couldn’t seem to spit out. “The Headmistress wouldn’t let anyone else buy you. You’re hers.” “Mmmmm?” “It’s okay, sweetie. Because your Mummy has a few more little ones to auction off, we are going to skip the modification decisions stage for you and take you to the other little ones as they wait for their procedures. Don’t worry… Sarah is there. You can say your final goodbyes.” “Mmmmmmmmmm!” “I know… let’s get going, shall we?” Alice said, walking around behind me and pushing me down the familiar lifeless halls. We entered the familiar playroom that had been our home for the past three weeks… for probably the last time. I was carefully unstrapped from the gurney and picked up by Alice, who walked over to the playpen and deposited me in it, before she turned back around to remove the gurney from the room, leaving me alone on my padded arse. “Judy!” Someone yelled from the other side of the playpen. Looking up, I saw Sarah waddling over as quickly as she could, not giving a shit about her current state of undress, as she desperately rushed over to me. “Judy! Are you okay?” She asked, dropping to her knees in front of me and lunging forward, hugging me tightly as she nuzzled into my neck. “I… I’m okay… are… are you?” I replied. “Yeah.” “Have they done anything to you?” “Not yet. They’re slowly making their way through us, regressing us into our new ‘parent’s choice of regressed adult. They’ve done eight or so of us so far… look…” She released her grip on me, sitting back a bit and pointing over to the other side of the playpen… and I quickly found out it was scarier than I had imagined. I saw a girl with long, blonde hair in the far corner of the playpen playing with some blocks, occasionally grabbing her feet and rocking back and forth, giggling. I couldn’t make out who she was, as I didn’t recognise her from this distance. “That’s Brian.” Sarah said. “Wait… no… that can’t…” “They gave him something to grow his hair super fast, then they dyed it, and they turned him into a bubbly bimbo baby.” “Wait… already?” I asked, gobsmacked. “They did say we’d need our rest for the treatments. It turns out they’re pretty intensive. There are a couple of others who were turned into regressed sex toys… the rest are in various stages of infancy. All with various modifications made to them. Some hair changes, some weight changes, some mental regression, some just have their mobility reduced. Some of us are baby boys, some baby girls. The most heartbreaking… are the newborns.” She then pointed at a couple of our class who were in those laid back bouncers, in footed sleepers as they slept soundly, unable to move apart from wriggle, drool dripping down their mouth. “Oh God…” I couldn’t think of anything else to say… this… this was worse than I thought. I… “Wait… what about you? What did that creep decide to do to you?” “Well I haven’t had my procedure yet. There’s still half a dozen or so before me. My… Daddy… wants a toddler. Thankfully, he doesn’t want many modifications apparently. They discussed this openly in front of me as I watched helplessly… Honestly, it was terrifying. But yeah, my new Daddy just wants me to act a bit more like a toddler. Bit of a lisp. No physical changes.” Sarah explained. “That’s good at least…” “And then after I’m done… it’ll be you. So go on… how much did you go for? I bet you went for double what I went for!” “I…” “What? Even more than that? Jeez!” “One.” “One what? One hundred million? One billion?” “One… million.” Sarah leaned back in surprise. “But… you’re one of the important assets… like me… how did you go for such a low price? Who the hell bid on you?” “No one did. That’s the thing.” “No one? But how…” “The Headmistress bought me.” I sighed. “Oh… OH!” Her face turned to that of surprise and realisation. “That… that makes sense.” “And by the looks of it… everyone else was too scared to bid against her.” “I don’t blame them… she can be terrifying…” “So yes… the Headmistress bought me.” “And did she decide what to make you? A baby? Toddler?” She gulped as she hesitated saying what we both knew she was about to suggest. “...a newborn?” “She’s busy finishing off the auction. So she hasn’t decided yet.” I shrugged. “With her running the place… I’m sure she’ll leave you til last, as she can regress you into whatever she wants at any time.” “Thanks for the reminder…” “Sorry. I… come here.” She said, lunging forward again and hugging me. “I’m sorry too. I wish you didn’t have to go. I wish we weren’t being separated. I wish…” Tears were streaming down my face. I knew what was coming, and I didn’t want it to happen. But there was no stopping it. It was then that she got even closer to my ear and whispered something in it. “...What if we could change that?” She pulled away once again and I looked at her in confusion. “Huh?” “I mean…” She said in a hushed voice. “What if we could… not end up as babies.” “That… isn’t going to happen…” “But what if it could? What if we could… escape?” “Escape? But… but we can’t escape! You know how impossibly well-guarded this place is?” I asked, trying not to be too loud. “And did you not notice?” “Notice what?” “Most of the guards… are in the auction room.” “Huh?” I thought back and remembered seeing a large number of guards… but I didn’t realise that may be most of them. “And the Nannies… look… look around us…” I carefully looked around so as to not arouse suspicion… and I couldn’t understand what Sarah was getting at. “What Nannies?” I asked. “Exactly. Where are they all?” “Oh… OH!” I knew what she was getting at now. “Shhh! Quiet! The cameras are still running. But if we’re careful… and quick… I bet we could have a chance of getting out of here.” “And if we fail?” “It can’t be worse than our fate if we just sit here and wait to be regressed…” She had a good point, and this was the best opportunity for our escape plan… “Fair point. But how? Even if there aren’t any guards or Nannies about… all the doors are locked. We’ll never get out of the play room, let alone the institute. And then what about getting away from here? Do we steal a car? Hitch a ride? Sarah, we’re in the middle of nowhere!” I ranted. I didn’t want to demoralise her too much, but… she hadn’t thought this through! “We’ll worry about that when we get to it. As for the doors…” Sarah then lifted her hand up, before plunging it into the waistband of her nappy, before pulling it out slowly to reveal… a card. “Is that…?” I asked. “I swiped it from our Nanny when she got close to me earlier. I couldn’t move my body, but I could move my hand… and I shoved it in the only place I could.” “You sneaky little…” Sarah just grinned at me and slipped the keycard back into her nappy. “So… you in?” She asked. “I… I mean… it’s risky… but… I can’t let them take you away from me.” “And I you.” I knew this was a stupid plan. I wouldn’t even go so far as to call it a plan. It’s… “So we’ll have to get a move on, whilst there are no Nannies. Are you ready?” “Wait… you mean… now?” I asked, surprised by her sudden expedience. I wasn’t sure if this was the right time for our plan, but I guess we were running out of time now and we needed to do this… “There’s no time to wait. They’ll be back to collect another one of us for their procedure. We should go now. Look… if we don’t go… we’ll end up like the others. At which point, it’ll be even more impossible to escape here.” She said, pointing at the regressed classmates of ours. “Fine. Let’s go. But don’t alert any of the others.” She nodded as she climbed to her feet and held out her hand to help me up. Whilst everyone else played with the toys across the playpen, we quietly but quickly shuffled over to the playpen gate. Upon reaching it, Sarah reached into her nappy once again, pulling out the keycard she had expertly swiped from our unsuspecting Nanny. Swiping it against the top of the gate, the latch flicked open and the gate opened slowly. “Quickly… before anyone else notices…” She said, waving me through as I waddled past her. Closing the gate behind her, she held the keycard in her hand and pointed toward the door. As she opened it with the keycard, I kept watch. Thankfully all the regressed classmates were too out of it to notice, and the ones awaiting treatment were panicking too much… I felt sorry for them, but I couldn’t risk it. And in seconds… We were outside the playroom and in the empty, bare corridors. “Where now?” I asked. “I think I remember the way to the loading bay.” Sarah said, looking around to make sure the coast was clear, before closing the playroom door. “Wait… you know where that is?” I asked, surprised that she knew this. “Alice took me for my one-on-one in a little office that was by the loading bay. It’s where they get lorries to ship in all these nappies we use, as well as all the baby food, supplies, and food for the staff.” “Yeah but how do you know that?” “During one of the sessions last week, we walked past a door just as it was opening. At that moment I got a good look at what was inside it. I saw a lorry, a guard… and that’s it. It was bare then… imagine how bare it must be now, at the end of this intake of victims. Especially with them all at the auction.” “And you remember where this door is?” I asked. “I went for a lot of sessions, as did you. I think I remember.” “Okay then… I trust you.” “We can do this.” She said, reaching out and grabbing my hand, clutching it in hers. “Follow me.” Slowly but surely, we made our way down corridor after corridor. Each one looked just like the last. All the doors were blank, the walls were blank… everything was blank. If it wasn’t so… ‘medical’, I’d say it’d be perfect on the set of a sci-fi show set on a spaceship. And how Sarah remembered her way exactly… I’d never know. I couldn't even remember my way around most of this place, despite being carried through for three weeks. She clearly had a brilliant mind, it was a shame that if we do get caught… that mind would be lost. So I held on tightly to her hand as she led the way, making our way… hopefully… to the loading bay. After about five long corridors, we reached a junction with corridors leading left and right. “Which way?” I whispered. “Shh…” Quickly she jumped back, spinning around and pinning me against the wall with her body, her face practically touching mine… our lips… so close… I wanted nothing more than to kiss her at that moment, but then a figure walked past, carrying what looked to be a box of bottles as they clinked about loudly inside. “That… was close.” I whispered as soon as the figure had disappeared. She lingered for a second, her lips not even an inch from mine. “Later. When we escape.” She said, pulling back and gripping my hand again, pulling me in the direction the guard had just walked from. Pent up, I did as I was told and allowed her to drag me around the corner and down the corridor. Two more corridors in this damn maze of a building and we were on the home straight. “There. That door at the end.” Sarah said, pointing to a door that looked just like any other door. “You sure?” I asked, hoping this would all work. “I’m sure. Now let’s go. Can you drive?” She asked me. “Yeah. You?” “No. Glad you can though, otherwise this would be a long walk. If we grab whatever vehicle is available, speed out of here, and find the nearest police station… maaaybe…” *Cough cough* “You okay?” I asked Sarah. “Me? Yeah. Why?” She replied. “I thought you coughed.” “Huh? I thought that was you…” “Wait… if it wasn’t you… and it wasn’t me…” We slowly turned around to see Mr Smith, standing behind us, with his sleeves rolled up and his arms folded, as he smirked at us. I gripped on to Sarah’s hand tightly as my heart raced. “Well well well… look who got out of the playpen…” ========================================================= Ruh roh... Well they technically ended up together again... even if it was only for a moment... See, I'm nice! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are up on my Patreon if you just can't wait. Otherwise... only a week and a half left of this story! I just posted my brand new story's first chapter on there too. It's set in the same universe as Infernum Infantem, and I'm really excited to post it here in a couple of weeks time! 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 remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of LETO Syndicate every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

An order of ABU Cushies Cloth just got in, This feels like the first time I have ever had a proper stash. I have never ordered designer diapers on this scale before. Now I dont want to open any of the packs 😢 lol

I would like to express my gratitude to all of you who are reading this story. If you are finding it enjoyable, please do not hesitate to share your thoughts with me and consider becoming a patron on my Patreon page, where you can access more than 300 posts. By subscribing, you will also be able to read new chapters of all of my stories at least one week before they are published, as well as gaining access to exclusive stories and posts. As a writer, I invest a great deal of time and energy into my work, so your feedback and support on Patreon are invaluable to me, as they provide me with the motivation to keep writing. You can find my Patreon page at: www.patreon.com/BacktoBabyhood. Thank you p.s. Chapter 14 is live on my Patreon with Chapter 15 going live mid-week. Chapter 13 As Mikey stood frozen in front of the door, his gaze fixated on the delivery van parked outside. The bright blue and yellow logo of NappiCycle caught his eye, featuring a cartoon image of a smiling baby holding a nappy. The sight sent a wave of panic through him. Alison's voice echoed from the living room, cutting through his thoughts. "Who is at the door, Mikey?" she called out, her tone filled with both curiosity and impatience. Mikey's heart raced, knowing the contents of the delivery could potentially ruin his life and expose him to ridicule from his sisters and the entire neighbourhood. He considered the possibility of refusing the delivery, hoping that it would buy him some time to convince Alison to abandon her plans and see the absurdity of the situation. Reacting instinctively, he hastily opened the door, determined to get rid of the delivery person before it was too late. A young man with a friendly smile stood before him, holding various items, including a pack of Betterdry adult nappies. "Hi there, I'm from NappiCycle. We've got a delivery for you," the young man said, his voice cheery. Mikey's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realised that the delivery person likely knew the package was meant for him. Desperate to find a way out, he stammered, "Um, no, I think there's been a mistake. We didn't order anything from NappiCycle." The delivery person frowned, consulting his clipboard. "Are you sure? It says right here that we're delivering to this address. The name I have is Michael. Do you know...?" Mikey interrupted him before he could finish. "Sorry, that's not for us. You must have the wrong house. Thanks anyway," he blurted out, shutting the door abruptly. Leaning against the door, Mikey's breath came in short, shallow gasps. His heart pounded in his chest, and perspiration formed on his forehead. He realised that running away from his problems wouldn't solve anything, but accepting the delivery would seal his fate and make it even more challenging to break free from Alison's control. The thought of being trapped in nappies and treated like an infant indefinitely turned his stomach. As the weight of his decision settled in, Mikey's mind shifted to Alison's impending reaction when she discovered what he had done. Would she be disappointed? Angry? Or would she view it as a sign of defiance and subject him to even harsher punishment? Lost in his thoughts, Mikey returned to the living room, attempting to act as if nothing had happened. But deep down, he knew that the delivery was a stark reminder of the reality he was facing, and the matter was far from over. "Mikey, didn't you hear me? Who was at the door?" Alison's voice pierced through the room, her tone conveying both frustration and suspicion. Mikey attempted to sound composed as he replied, "It was a delivery, but they must have had the wrong address." Alison fixed him with a sceptical gaze, sensing that he was hiding something. Alison took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation that was about to happen. She approached Mikey, who was nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "Mikey, I'm going to ask you again, who was at the door?" Alison began, her voice gentle but firm. Mikey's eyes darted around the room, avoiding Alison's piercing gaze. He knew he was in trouble and was going to struggle to keep up the charade any longer. "I told you they had the wrong address. There's nothing more to it," Mikey replied, his voice wavering slightly. Alison crossed her arms, her expression unwavering. "Mikey, I find it hard to believe that a delivery person would just show up at our door with a package meant for someone at this house" she said pointedly. "You can't expect me to think it's a mere coincidence, especially given I am expecting a delivery." At this point, he knew that Alison would find out what had happened but he was in too deep to admit what he had done now. He had to just hope that for some miraculous reason, she wouldn’t find out, however unlikely that seemed. "You better not be lying to me Mikey. There will be serious consequences, if you are.” Mikey shifted uncomfortably, realising that Alison wasn't going to let this go easily. "I’m not. I’m being honest" he pleaded, with little conviction. Alison's eyes narrowed, her voice firm. “Honesty? You don’t know the meaning of it.” Alison replied sharply, before exiting the room. She made her way to the front door and opened it, scanning the surroundings for any signs of the delivery person. The van had vanished, leaving no trace of its presence. She returned inside, her suspicion only stronger. It was clear that Mikey had lied about the delivery, as she had received a time slot, but before reacting, she wanted to contemplate her next move, and carefully consider how to handle the situation, so that she could use it to her advantage. Walking back into the living room, she took a seat opposite Mikey, who was desperately trying to avoid eye contact with her. "Mikey, I can tell when you're lying. This is your last chance to admit it.” she warned. Mikey stuck to his guns, in the hope that Alison would finally let the subject drop. "I... I swear, I’m not lying" he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. The room fell silent, tension hanging thick in the air, as if signalling that a pivotal moment was about to unfold. The anticipation was palpable, but no one knew what form it would take. Suddenly, the distant sound of voices outside broke the stillness. Mikey strained to listen, his heart pounding in his chest, fearing that his deception was about to be exposed. His worst fears were confirmed as he recognised the unmistakable voice of their neighbour, Clare, a gossipy elderly woman known for prying into the lives of others. She approached Alison, accompanied by the delivery person, engaging in a conversation that carried through the open door. “I’ve definitely got this address on the order” confirmed the delivery driver. "All of her children are grown up. I think there must be a mistake," Clare exclaimed, her Scottish accent echoing down the street.” “The name I have on the order is M Johnson. Do you know him?” “Michael does live there but it can’t be him. He's 17 so long out of nappies!” Clare replied in a state of confusion. “Alison, this gentleman is trying to deliver some nappies. I have told him that there must be some kind of mistake” Alison, standing at the doorway, responded with certainty. "No, that's correct. It's for this house." Surprised by this revelation, Clare gasped audibly. "Well, I never... I thought all of your lot would be well out of nappies by now. Or do you have another one on the way?" she inquired, unable to contain her curiosity. Alison's gaze remained steady as she replied, "Well, they are, but unfortunately, one of them is just going back into them again." Clare's astonishment was evident, and her mind raced with speculations. Meanwhile, inside the living room, Mikey listened anxiously, dreading the consequences that awaited him when his name was inevitably called. Alison's voice boomed across the room, filled with a mix of authority and disappointment. "Michael Edward Johnson, come here... now!"

You have created a story that has many on and off ramps to potential diverging paths. The chapter where Maddie was treated as a toddler, fed wearing a bib, and pushed around the block in a jogging stroller in pullups, a sundress and nursing a paci by Kelly and her friend on a run was highlight. It had a lot of potential because if Maddie can still fit in a stroller then she is still petite enough to still fit real toddler diapers, a highchair, crib and a playpen.. Hopefully she crosses the line again and it is little Maddie who gets to spend the summer as Zachs toddler sister while he is given a reprieve from fulltime diapers.

The doctor will probably order a bunch of tests and scans for you, trying to pinpoint the issue/cause. When I went to my doctor, about my increasing occurrences of bedwetting, they ordered blood tests, did an ultrasound scan, and a CT-scan. In the end, they could find nothing wrong, but I now have "Enuresis" (Bedwetting) listed in my medical records.

Makes me wonder what all his guests think when they come over to his house and see the bird sitting on his favorite perch! "Squawk! Where's your dildo, Where's your dildo! Squawk!"

Maddy was definitely headed toward a second toddlerhood at this point of the story until Stepmom Kelly let her off the hook to focus on Zach. Now that they are at the lake house and Kelly has seen that Maddie is still small enough to be put back in real cotton baby diapers still fit toddler size plastic baby pants that should have her mommy hormones kicking off. Little Maddie could easily fit the change table in the cabin which no doubt also has a crib in the spare room or master bedroom. They also still need to spend the week at Grandmas trailer in the woods where all the girl’s will be diapered. Kelly's running friend Donna most likely still has a crib, change table, highchair and playpen and toddler clothes she can borrow along with the stroller that Maddie has already ridden in. Maddie will be a much easier option than Zach and could even look the part for real. Little Maddie being transformed into Stepmom Kelly’s fulltime diapered toddler daughter for the summer and then being sent back to preschool instead of Kindergarten at the end of summer is a real possibility.

Yes that's what it seems. But yes his dad is pretty reasonable. There is a difference between obedient and servant-like.

Chapter 6: ---------- One eternity later I stood in Cynthia's bedroom, once again letting myself be undressed. We had arranged everything so I could sleep over at her place, the excuse being convenience. My clothes would be there after the dance and it was slightly closer to school. Or well, former school, we officially graduated that afternoon. I stepped into the panties Cyn held out for me. She made sure they were a snug perfect fit, teasing my sex. The panties, not Cynthia, she was still determined to keep off until I gave her the go. I wore an unobtrusive sports bra that hopefully wouldn't peek out from under the dress or could be seen through it. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered, I didn't have much that needed support anyway. My actual dress seemed more massive than it had on tuesday. I was probably just nervous though. Cynthia made sure that everything was perfectly in its place, at the same time admiring me in my dress. The necklace, which was really more of a collar, came last. When I was finally ready, she kissed me and jingled my bell. Then it was Cynthia's turn to get into her own dress. I helped her where I could and where I needed to, but some things she had to do herself. Like her boots. She took as much care they were a good fit as she had with me. My own shoes were a little more fairytale than hers. Little fine shoes that were excellent for dancing. But not for walking, as I discovered when we walked to school for the last time. The front side of the school was lifeless and dark, completely dead and abandoned at this time of the evening. However, as soon as we rounded the corner, a breeze of activity washed over us. Cars were driving up and dropping off students, flashlights waved others to parking spots, muffled sounds escaped the students' hall, where the dance was held. Aside from the arriving former students, there was little to be seen outside. A red carpet was rolled out and there were two torches set up at either side, but that was it. Kind of underwhelming for the last time we were going to be there. The inside was better, but that was because it was a pretty hall all by itself to begin with. And then, of course, the gasps started and went through the crowd like a wave. Outside we hadn't gotten much attention, just two girls arriving together. Nothing special. In the hall though, I was holding Cynthia's arm pretty tight, latching on to her for protection. I was so bloody scared I couldn't even remember how I had gotten in. "Hey. Ensie, sweetie," Cynthia quietly said to me, "don't worry, you're here with me. Anyone will have to go through me first, ok?" I nodded, trying to swallow my nerves, but my heart kept pounding in my throat. Whispers broke out amongst the crowd, louder than they had any right to be. Many people wanted to come over, but few dared. I seemed to have completely forgotten how intimidating Cynthia was to others. The first encounter was Cynthia's twosome of sycophants. "Amber, Samantha, good to see you. Have I ever introduced you to my girlfriend, Ensleigh?" Cold and to the point. Cynthia already knew exactly what they were going to say. The only reason Cynthia had ever tolerated them was pretty much for the same reason she liked me: they followed her. Now that she had me, however, she didn't seem to have any tolerance for these two any more. "Absolute genius, Cynthia, torturing the poor girl into coming to the dance with you. People will be talking about this for years." One of the two said that, but to this day I have no idea which was which. They were probably entirely interchangeable anyway. Cynthia merely smiled, "no, darlings, she is mine and I am hers." From the corner of my eye I spotted Rebecca. When I fully looked at her, she looked forlorn and defeated. I felt guilty. That was the moment I realized I should have told her earlier, that I shouldn't have let it be a surprise. I hadn't even considered it. Of course not, with telling our parents and dresses, I had been far too focused on how I was going to get through it, that I had forgotten that I had people in my life who would care about such things. "We should go talk to Rebecca," I said to Cynthia, completely disregarding her two former minions. "Sorry, my girlfriend commands and I obey," Cynthia said with a giggle as we started toward Rebecca. She made me uncling from her arm, instead resting my hand in hers. She also made sure I walked next to her, rather than behind. "Hey." That was really all I could muster to Rebecca. "How could you not tell me?" She asked, paling. "I'm sorry," she added, "I should be happy for you, but how could you not tell me?" "I should have," I said while squeezing Cynthia's hand. "It's just... It's all kinds of new to me too." A rather poor excuse, even though it was the truth. "I'm sorry. I fucked up and I owe you one." That seemed the right thing to say, though I wasn't sure if that could do anything to lessen the betrayal. "Just, go have fun, ok? We'll talk tomorrow or something." Well, what else could I do but do what she told me? She didn't have a commanding aura like Cynthia, but I had told her I owed her. Cyn once told me she had to drag me away anyway at that point, but that's not how I remember it. Pretty big chance I don't remember any of that right, of course. So yeah, after those two major encounters, the evening seemed to start off on a sour note, but Cynthia didn't let herself be deterred. She dragged me onto the dancefloor and gestured at the band to play something slow. Technically they were still setting up, but the guitarist nodded anyway, and suddenly tuning was no longer an issue. When the music started up, Cynthia gently took my hand, wrapped the other around my waist and then we were dancing. Former teachers stared in disapproval. Well, some of them anyway, but it was hard to care about that on the dancefloor. The beat picked up a little and so did Cynthia's pace. And then suddenly everyone was looking at us. The dance had barely started and here was the newly discovered lesbian couple already owning the dancefloor, being more romantic with this one simple thing than most of the guys had even considered being possible. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the rhythm and Cynthia's warm breath on my face. We moved through steps and joy and warmth and exhilaration, all the wonderful things that come just from dancing with someone truly special. After a while Cynthia said: "I love you like this," but then she quickly corrected, "no, I just love you." And then she kissed me, in the middle of the dance, in the middle of the hall, and while I suddenly stood still the room was still spinning around me. I blushed, but I didn't care. The evening passed wonderfully. The music became more modern and harder to dance to, and while that was unfortunate, I had already had the chance to dance like a princess with my now girlfriend. We did get another chance when the night was starting to draw to a close, but we were no longer alone on the dancefloor for that. The whole evening was exciting, even if some of the excitement was just standing on the balcony and hugging. But really, hugging Cynthia meant I could practically bury my face in her bosom, and she held me as if to protect me from all our fellow graduates. I was hers and hers alone, and I loved that feeling. I loved her. I kissed her neck a few times that evening and nibbled her earlobe. Of course she knew what that meant, so when the dance drew to a close around midnight -teachers apparently need sleep, who knew?- she said to me: "so princess Ensie, sweetie, are you sure you're ready for what's next?" That might've sounded entirely innocent to someone who passed us by, merely a reference to what we were going to do after high school. But no, like I mentioned before, she wanted to do this thing right, so she made sure I was actually up for hot steamy sex with her. And of course I was. The way home was a lot harder than the way to the dance. We had to stop every two minutes for me to kiss Cynthia, or for her to shove her tongue down my throat. When we finally made it to her house, it was hard to be quiet enough not to wake her mom. I think if I had not been wearing a dress, Cynthia would have literally dragged me upstairs. We undressed each other at the same time as best we could while also fighting to place some lovebites on each others' necks. I was pretty much on autopilot by then, yet it turns out that was a terrible idea. Taking our dresses off without ripping them apart required more delicacy than an autopilot allowed. So we both kind of had to snap out of it before we really managed to get that done. It made the situation just awkward enough that for a few moments neither of us knew how to proceed. For a change I made the first move, putting Cynthia's hand on my bottom with just enough enthousiasm that it made a slight slapping noise. It's a wonderful feeling having another person's hands touching your butt and it easily breaks any built up tension. With all the tension gone, I brushed some stray bang from her face and placed it behind her left ear and then put my arms around her neck. "My lady Cyn, would you like a taste of me?" She smiled, kissed me, and suddenly she had her lips on my nipple and her hands all over my body. She was soft and careful, and rather than pulling me toward her bed, she guided me to it. I sat down on the bed while Cynthia sat down on her knees in front of it, still giving my breasts some careful consideration. I nudged forward a little while I opened my legs further and put my hands on Cynthia's shoulders to guide her in. It was... indescribable. While it took some time, Cynthia worked and licked and learned and brought me to orgasm in such a fantastic manner that a very loud satisfied sigh escaped my lips against my will. My legs had no desire to support me, though I knew I just had to share my pleasure and return the favor. Instead I pulled Cynthia on top of me and gave her a sloppy kiss. It never even occurred to me that my sweat and vaginal fluids were all over her face and mouth. I tried to roll her under me, but she had to give me some help with that. She giggled and told me I could catch my breath first, but I just shook my head no and got started as well as I could. She was already wet, but it seemed like it took some time before she really managed to get into it, pushing my face deeper into her mound as I ate her. I never really managed to catch my breath, but my efforts became more enthousiastic and rhythmic over time anyway. I really wanted to make her feel what I had felt. I seemed to be down there forever before she finally practically convulsed as she came. "That was... that was... fantastic," she said after a while, taking deep breaths. After a short rest, we became a tangle of arms, legs, pleasure, and awkward transitions. We tried getting at each others sensitive parts in any way that we could. If anyone had seen us, they might have thought we were wrestling. And to be honest, sometimes I prefer it that way. Lying next to each other to get each other off is so boring, and missionary is not always an improvement on that. We brought each other to orgasm again, pretty close together actually, this time, though it took a lot to keep working on Cynthia while my mind and body were trying their damndest to make me forget everything. "Again?" She asked, finally as out of breath as I was. "Sure," I said, though I'm not sure I really meant it at that point. I mean, sure, I wanted more pleasure, but I didn't believe for a second I still had the energy to make that happen. "Good," she replied, "because I have one more surprise." The surprise was a pair of strap-ons, both black and both pretty big. Well, I thought they were big at the time, but even I have used bigger ones in all the years and I've seen ones that were more massive than those. I imagine I looked reluctant or even exasperated at that point, I had never even considered a strap-on though I had seen them before. "So no-one can ever claim that this night doesn't count and we're still virgins," Cynthia explained. She wanted it all and I couldn't deny her. I was going to go first however, because if I'd had to endure one more orgasm first I'd collapse. She put the strap-on on me. It was not as hard as I'd imagined it to be. I took my time. As little energy as it had and as much as I wanted to get it over with, I put in the effort to get her and myself wet again so we could actually enjoy this. And realizing that, I knew we both needed a drink first, so I sent Cynthia down to the kitchen to fetch some water. In the nude, of course. She smiled an evil grin that said she'd get me back for that, but she did as she was told nonetheless. Her body was gorgeous, glistening with all that sweat. She returned quickly enough, a large bottle of water cradled in her right arm. She drank first, then me, then a kiss. And then again. By the time we were done with that the second time, I was already caressing her body, playing with her breasts and kissing her neck. I probed her vulva to see if she was ready for the next round. She was getting there, but needed a little push, so I got on one knee and gave it a good lick. And just to be sure, she did the same when I got back up. She knew what I was doing. Of course, she knew, she was in this too, right? Two bodies becoming one, even if that's a bit hard to remember when you're scrounging up all the energy you have left to have another go. She gave that strap-on one hell of a blowjob, but while that may have been hot to look at, it did very little for me. When I thought it was good enough, I touched her cheek and she rose. I wasn't entirely sure how to do this, after all, I didn't normally have a penis, so it wasn't exactly something I'd considered. Suddenly, I could only think of one thing: the time she had put me face down on the floor with my ass in the air. So that's what I made her do. Her face buried in her pillow on her bed, her ass up for access. Well, access to her vulva, not her ass. I pushed in as gently as I could, but still she whimpered. I did the same when my turn came. I don't exactly know how to describe what came next. Normal sex is kind of dull unless you're there, really, so let's just stick to: I did my very best to build up a satisfying rhythm. It took a little time and took more than just pumping. I don't know how often I slapped her ass, but I do remember that I could not deliver the last one because that was when she orgasmed. She didn't move for minutes, her head still on her pillow, ass still up in the air. She was smiling and laughing and gasping for air. My turn was quite different. She put me on her bed on my back, gently caressing me, kissing me, looking me in the eyes as she guided her strap-on in. Like I said before, it hurt just as much for me as it did for her. It took some gritting of teeth to get through the discomfort. It didn't help that strap-ons aren't really designed to be used in that position. Or at least ours weren't. Once she figured that out, I found my knees next to my head and everything became a whole lot more intense. My own orgasm was accompanied by complete exhaustion. I just gave Cynthia a kiss and then turned toward the wall and closed my eyes. It was all I could do. Cynthia took off her strap-on, but had the foresight to kick it under the bed, then she kissed me in the neck and we drifted off to sleep. It came harder than I expected, but just when I thought I wasn't going to be able to sleep I opened my eyes and it was morning.

So, this chapter marks the over halfway point in the story, so yay! Hope everyone is enjoying this story so far and some of the plot elements I've added. I promise some good things will happens soon to our two main characters, but just hold on for now. Chapter 9: They've Come Again I bolted upright in the crib and squinted a bit to see the two figures looking in at me more clearly. Standing erect and cast in the dark shadows, Mindy and Eddy cut frightening silhouettes in the still of the night. “Geez, you guys really gave me a scare.” “As well you should be, Tusk,” Mindy retorted. “Did you hear me, Tusk? You violated the toy code of secrecy. It was so obvious today, and yeah, we know that Willy is a Little and who is going to believe a Little in this society, but still. That is a direct violation of the code of secrecy. Explain yourself or face the consequences,” Eddy commanded. “What I think my hard-headed compatriot means to say,” Mindy clarified, “is that we believe you are a good toy, and by you and Willy coming here in the first place, we can only assume you had a good reason to reveal yourself. Is this correct?” “Well… it all started a year ago…” I began and told them my tale. While both had started out as hardened and angry in their own unique way, both began to soften up as Willy’s and I’s tale unfolded. “Damn… that’s… I don’t know what that is,” Eddy confessed afterward, rubbing the back of his head in guilt. “I’ll say, but it’s at least evidence enough that you did the right thing,” Mindy said. “I can’t imagine what his life would have been like if you weren’t there, and frankly, I don’t want to imagine where he would be if you hadn’t helped him out after that shootout.” “Well, I guess let me first say that I’m sorry. Name’s Eddy the chimp,” Eddy said, reaching out to shake my hand through the bars. “Same goes for me, maybe even doubly so in my apologies, but the name is Mindy,” she said, nodding her head as a further way to say hello to me. “From my tentacles, you can see that I am an octopus. Handy in lots of situations, like now with you. So, need a lift out?” I nodded and like my ears and trunk, Mindy’s legs were actually able to stick to surfaces in her ‘alive’ state quite easily. Within a minute, she used herself to climb into the crib and then form a ladder and stepstool of a kind to help me get out of the surrounding crib. I plopped to the floor with a light thud, but quickly got up and dusted myself off, Mindy falling down close behind me. “Thanks for that,” I said, turning around to face her. “No problem. Makes it much easier with these things so we can talk a bit more. What’d you say?” “Sound perfect.” The other two smiled and we all sat in a circle, each of our faces perfectly bathed in the soft warm light of the sheep-themed nightlight. Later, after a moment of just peace and quiet, Eddy spoke up with a darkened expression. “You know, I was thinking about what you said. About FOY? I think I’ve heard of it.” “Oh?” I edged on, needing to know more about what we were dealing with in Boss Cardigan and is thugs. “Yeah. I heard it was a kind of feel-good drug I heard about was being smuggled by a gang across country borders. Big time players across the country are willing to sell the cheap version of it. Lots of money and violence follows wherever it goes.” Eddy paused. “Found out when I got captured and was then given to Littles to regress each of them quickly to then be sold to a client. That place was useful in gathering information and growing my fighting skills, but I soon escaped that pit before I was thrown away in favor of a new model.” “But you’re here now. Must be some story,” I noted to Eddy. “A guess a little bit, but basically, I made my way to a local daycare I had heard about and met up with Gina there. A little prodding by us one day while Gina and Harry were there, and we’ve all be inseparable since.” “Yeah, it’s not much of a story compared to yours and Willy’s, but I agree with Harry about the dangers of FOY. I heard from a Little who escaped with Gina that a form of that crap is sold and abused on the streets. Mostly nasty stuff being peddled around here, usually for those who just want to escape this world.” “You mean…?” “No, not that… at least not directly,” Mindy clarified. “Some virulent forms of it can be pretty nasty but mostly no. No permanent escape. Just a mild regression or temporary mental regression. Can get some users high or regress others in the right doses. It has a lot of uses across the board for pretty much every member of this society.” “All the freedoms without the long-term consequences of being regressed in most cases for Littles,” Eddy clarified. “Of course, some Littles pushed to far… can’s say that there aren’t risks, you know?” I nodded. “It all makes such horrible sense now…” The violence, Daddy’s paranoia, why everything had gone so wrong, and even the connection with Boss Cardigan… it all just fit into place with this massive piece of the puzzle now coming into place. While it was a relief to know more now, I also knew that we were still in danger. A loss of technology could maybe get violent, but drugs… I don’t think there’s ever been a story about drugs where it ended nicely for anyone involved. “So… we’re pretty screwed, right? Or is my imagination just taking a bit too much on this?” Both looked at me hesitantly for a moment, but Eddy spoke first. “We can’t say, but you just need to be more careful now.” I looked down sullenly and I felt one of Mindy’s tentacles wrap around me. “It’s okay, Tusk. You’ve been doing a phenomenal job to even get to this point.” Her looks then suddenly turned cloudy and sad. “I know we’re not supposed to talk about the past, but we’ll make an exception as stuffy’s. At this point, I’m honestly not sure Gina or Harry would really mind. Especially if it could help a fellow Little and their stuffy not feel so alone.” “You don’t have to…” Mindy held up another one of her tentacles. “No, it’s okay. Maybe we can give you some hope. You see, Gina ran away from an abusive home life. Not even Bigs, but just a large group home of Middles and Littles who all had it rough. It can get pretty nasty in those types of places. Low funding from the government as none of them were regressed… anyway, she ran away but was caught and sentenced to a regression facility. I’m sure you’re familiar?” I nodded. “Yeah… not the nicest of places, but the place was shut down during a raid after they were caught doing illegal things to some of the Littles.” My morbid curiosity got the best of me. “Like what?” Mindy’s face soured and darkened, and I regretted asking such a stupid question about something so painful to witness in-person. From her face, something told me that some of the more non-traditional techniques were used there on the Littles. “You don’t want to know. Trust me.” “Yeah… best not to ask sometimes about this world, you know? Like Harry… little dude escaped a smuggling operation for Littles. They got regressed to a certain point to break them and then require them to get a Big’s help for the rest of their lives. Once those people were cruelly satisfied, the Little would then be sold.” “So how did he escape. No offense, but Harry is…” “Yep,” Eddy said before I could finish my sentence. “Harry’s the most regressed Little here. Likely would have gone down even further honestly if one of the Littles from the third floor hadn’t gotten a bunch of them out. Super scary and all from what Harry’s told me in private, but he’s out and that’s what matters at this point. Anyway, point being with both of these, it’s not all doom and gloom. Just keep helping Willy and you two will make it out just fine. Not all Littles have bad endings.” “Right. Yeah, I mean I definitely appreciate the pep talk. It means a lot to me, and I’m sure Willy too… if he was awake.” “Don’t mention it,” Mindy said, patting my back with one of her outstretched tentacles. “Just keep him saf…” We all then froze as we heard a moan from nearby. Harry had just stirred in his sleep, and we all knew from his regression level that he could wake at any minute. His sleeping schedule had been regressed as well, so late night waking’s were just par for the course unfortunately. So, with Mindy’s help, I clambered back into the crib and snuggled into Willy for the rest of the night. * * * Still being the weekend, we all were woken up and sent downstairs after a quick diaper change to eat breakfast. Gobs of oatmeal were soon smeared all around the three’s faces, but none of them actually seemed to care anymore. It was messy but all really cute watching them eat and then giggle incessantly at the futile attempts of Penelope and Miss G to keep their faces clean. Even Mildred could be heard giggling at their efforts as she set the table around them for the next set of Littles. After, the three then went back upstairs, guided by a still bright-eyed Penelope. She ensured all were good to go, checked the monitor in the room I just noticed to ensure it was working in case one of them needed something, and then sauntered back down the stairs. I then lost track of time for a bit as the three then began playing aimlessly with each other and with us stuffy’s. I really only picked up back into the conversation fully when Willy asked a question that I had been curious about as well. “Iss ih’ twue dat we go to daycawe tomowwow?” Gina and Harry both stopped playing with their stuffy’s and looked sympathetically at Willy. Gina spoke first seeing Willy’s apprehension over the concept. “It’s okay, Willy. The place is actually super nice. All the people there just want the best for us. Miss G even picked it specifically because they don’t do anything weird to their Littles. We’ve been going for a while now, and look at us, we’re totally fine!” Willy looked at the two and his expression conveyed a disbelief over that statement. “Okay, okay. Maybe we’re not the best examples given our current state and all, but I promise, we haven’t changed since we’ve gone. The ones on the lower floors here can attest to that better if you need further proof.” “Dey go? I daugh’ dey wewe olduh’?” Willy asked out of curiosity. “Sure, some are, but not everyone is super independent and all. Plus, the daycare has different levels as well. Like we’re not even the youngest there.” “Yeah, Wi’y. Nah e’en me!” Harry interjected, bouncing up and down in excitement over the prospect of not being the youngest. I could only imagine that being the youngest here meant that Harry would always be prideful and point out his older status whenever he could if there was someone younger. “Buh’ you… so how… oh…” The realization swept over Willy quickly. With Harry being so young, the only way to be younger was to be the bottom of the barrel for a Little, infants and newborns. “Dat’s so sa’…” Gina then gave Willy a little side hug. “Hey there. Don’t feel bad for them. They’re practically off in la-la land at this point. It’s maybe a little sad for us to see them, but they don’t really care by now. It’s mostly all about naps, changes, and feeding them. Maybe a little more play with the older of that crowd, but life is very simple for them. And besides, they don’t know anything should be different or more than what it is. They live in the moment.” I know Gina was trying to comfort Willy, and based on his relaxed expression, I suppose it was working, but at the same time, I wasn’t feeling any better about what she was saying. Infant and newborn Littles were a bit of a dark mark on this society. Sure, most Bigs wanted to regress a Little to diapers. That was just the status quo, but anything below the mental age of one got into some highly questionable territory for most Bigs. At those levels, Littles were lack little sacks of flour that were only able to really use their diapers, coo, drool, maybe play a bit, nap, and feed. It was a baseless existence and I had thanked my lucky stars when Willy hadn’t been slated for that fate when we first met. I was onboard with regression as it was my job, but I might have bent the rules a bit, regardless of my own fate, just to save Willy back then from ending up like that. The facility pushed him enough that Willy didn’t me causing further harm to him at one point. Oblivious to the fact now that he had almost shared their fate and satisfied that daycare wouldn’t regress or abuse him any further, Willy just went back to happily playing. This routine continued well into the day and we both enjoyed ourselves capitally in the varying activities that were normally reserved for the more regressed Littles. Right before lunch, we were all taken back downstairs and allowed to play outside. It was a wonderfully beautiful day and the Littles split their time between the sandbox and playset out back. We saw many of the other Littles there as well and it immediately became obvious over the distinctions between the four groups. The fourth-floor group could play with our regressed Littles but could also play with those in the group mentally above them. The same went for the group above them, and the oldest above them, like second the floor and third floor Littles. Each may have had to stretch or diminish themselves a bit to play or hang out with a different mental and floor group, but each made it work in their own way. For example, I was most pleased when one of the kids from the fourth-floor group, Kenny, began to play with Willy and I with his own version of the Sgt. Luvman line that I had seen before. He was obviously a secondhand toy, based on his missing foot and some of the scratches over him, but Kenny obviously loved him, nonetheless. In all this joy though, I even got to see Miss G in action as she caught one of the older Littles, I think from the third floor, pop out their cellphone. She was one of the more glamorous Littles of that group, but one could still easily see that she had been affected as well. Not diapers or pacifiers or anything, but her jewelry, makeup, and outfit all seemed to try and convey her maturity, but all ended up looking like something a pre-teen would only be able to cobble together, rather than a truly mature woman. Miss G immediately confiscated the phone and a series of ‘ooohs’ went up amongst the Littles. They all knew she was in trouble, and as expected, she was then grounded and sent back inside to consider her actions. Gina whispered that she would likely get corner time and would have to write out lines as well once inside. It wasn’t a spanking like I had pictured, but I still didn’t envy her. Regardless though, playtimes of forts, sandcastles, swing sets, and just rolling around in the grass all came to an end when our group was sequestered back inside for lunch. The grumbling in all three Little’s stomachs proved the impeccable timing of the event. A few sandwiches and a sippy cup of milk later, all three of the Littles had to be carried upstairs for their nap. After, it was basically the same routine as yesterday, but now before dinner, each of the Littles was downstairs and helping pack for tomorrow at daycare for those who were going from the group. Based on what I had learned, that was likely floors three, four, and five. The second floor Littles only seemed to help the others while some even noted that they would be job hunting tomorrow instead. For their part, Willy, Harry, and Gina couldn’t do as much in their comparatively highly regressed states but were still included to get their input on things like what they wanted to wear, bring with them to eat, and the like. Willy even got to choose a backpack to pack his stuff away in, selecting a backpack adorned in a cartoon dog that was part of a superhero team. From what I could recall, the particular dog highlighted on the bag had super strength and reflexes but could also communicate with animals. ‘How appropriate…’ Willy had finished selecting his sealed lunch for tomorrow and was now helping pack his bag away with Penelope guiding him along the way. Miss G and Mildred were in the other room helping out the Littles with their own bags while Harry and Gina were already finished and watching cartoons on the TV nearby. “So, Willy, you excited for daycare tomorrow?” Penelope asked. Willy nodded his head enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, Miss P! I wa’ ne’vous befo’, buh’ Hawwy and Gina hewped me today. Now, I can’ wai’!” “Awww. That was super nice of them. I’ll be sure to give them an extra treat for that, but they’re absolutely right, Willy. There’s absolutely no reason to be nervous. Daycare i…” Crash! Crash! Boom! Bang! The window in the front of the house smashed open twice and then two loud explosions suddenly went off, emitting a deafening blow and a blinding white light. If I could bleed, I’m sure my big ears would have done so by now. I had no time to worry about any of that though, as I soon saw the front door being smashed in while many of those in the front room were still extremely dazed. Crack! Boom! In a second, my worst fear had come true. Massing inside the shattered door and wrecked living room were six well-armed men dressed all in black. Once again, I spotted the large snake tattoo crawling up one of their arms, though curiously, it also looked like the man had tried to cover it up before entering as well. ‘Did he know that the cops were looking for that tattoo?’ I didn’t have time to ponder it further as the leader, who I assumed was still Joe from last week during the break in, pulled a dazed Miss G to her knees. “You. We’re looking for this Little.” He shoved a picture in her face that I knew had to be Willy. Knowing my luck, I was probably with him as well. “We know he’s here from your database registration. Where is he?” Miss G looked up at him defiantly. “Those records are sealed. Only an admin or cop can access those, but anyway, the Little doesn’t look familiar. Hard to recall with the pounding in my head. You wouldn’t have done something naughty like that to a bunch of innocent Littles, would you?” she taunted. Joe groaned and forced the picture in front of her face again. “I won’t ask you again. Where is he?” I then heard Willy groan and when I turned around, I saw that he saw the unconscious body of Penelope on the ground, her head slightly bleeding from where a pan had hit her after the flashbangs went off. Willy looked like he was about to scream, but I leapt into action and put my arm over his mouth and whispered quietly to him. “I need you to stay calm and quiet, Willy. I know it’s hard, but please try for me, okay? Just nod your head if you understand.” Willy did so nervously, and I removed my arm, before looking back into the front living room. Miss G hesitated for a moment, but then looked quite proud as she stared defiantly back at Joe. “Screw you.” It was too much for Joe. With one blow, he sent her hurdling to the ground. Those Littles now conscious from the blast screamed in terror and I could hear Willy whimper slightly. “Get the brats upstairs now!” Joe commanded. “Lock ‘em in and hit ‘em with the smoke.” Four of the six men nodded and at gunpoint, forced all the terrified Littles they could see upstairs. Moments later, while Joe was picking up a distressed Miss G, I could hear the bang of a door and then a faint hiss from upstairs. Once Miss G was back on her knees, the men came back downstairs. “Is it done?” Joe asked. “Yes, sir!” one of them answered quickly. “The Littles are locked away and the gas has been deployed. In such a confined space, memories of tonight will only be foggy at best.” “Good.” Joe then turned his attention back to Miss G. “Now, your little ones are all upstairs and unconscious for the moment. Helpless,” he emphasized as he stroked the large knife on his belt. “Tell me where the Little known as Willy Galpin is, or things might just get nasty.” While Miss G was hesitating in her answer back to Joe, I saw two small figures waving at me from behind the couch. Squinting while also trying not to be noticed, I saw that it was Eddy and Mindy. Both then quickly indicated that they would cause a distraction and Willy and I could use it to escape out the back once more. I didn’t like putting them in that position, but I knew our options were limited. I indicated that I needed one moment but would signal again when ready. “Might still be upstairs… fifth floor,” Miss G said, still lying to protect our location. She of course knew that we were in the room next door, but I remembered the third rule of hers. Apparently, she absolutely kept that one as one of the most sacred. ‘Oh, how I wish I could just thank and hug you right now, Miss G.’ Smiling internally at her devotion towards her Littles, I crawled down from my viewing position and whispered the plan to Willy while I could hear the thumping of boots going up to the fifth floor to search for Willy and me there. I knew that we would need to leave by the time they got back. Fortunately, our daycare bag was already packed and to apparently allow for some independence, was made so that a Little could carry it on their own back. It had a few supplies that I knew would come in handy once we left, but I was even more grateful that many of the Littles, including Willy, had left their shoes nearby when they had come in earlier from playing outside. I quickly snatched back his Velcro shoes and popped them on his feet right as I heard a renewed thudding of footsteps down the stairs. I knew it was now or never. So, I climbed back up and thanked them silently, but then gave the signal to Eddy and Mindy to cause the distraction. Squeak! True to their word, one of them let out a giant squeak. The men immediately began to search for the source of the noise, and I gave the signal to Willy to flee out the back, the backdoor shutting behind us with just a small noise. In moments, we were once again out in the cold of the night beyond the most recently assaulted house and running from the same people. This time, we didn’t have the woods to protect our movements, but we had plenty of places to hide in, under, and around. Once I knew we were clear of the house and neighborhood, I signaled from my carried position under Willy’s arm that we could stop. “Oh, gawd, Tus’! Dey came fo’ su again! I daugh’ we wewe safe dewe!” Willy wailed, a single tear cascading down his cheek. “Yeah, me too. Me too.” I sighed and for now at least, I didn’t want to tell Willy about what Miss G had said about the records. At this point, it was all but confirmed that there was a mole to Boss Cardigan within the local police. It could have been someone at the safehouse, but from the utter devotion I had just seen from Miss G, that option didn’t seem very likely. Plus, given the absence of the cop car the other night, there were just too many coincidences aligned to say otherwise. “Wah we gonna do, Tus’?” Willy pitifully asked. “I’m thinking, buddy. I’m…” “I think he went this way!” a familiar voice shouted. I prayed that I was wrong, but a series of barks and further shouting confirmed that the men in the house had somehow followed us. I thought we were being discreet, but that’s when I looked up to the heavens for answers. I may not have found absolution from above, but I did spot a blinking and fixed security camera pointing right at us. ‘Crud. If there’s a mole, not much of a leap to think that they could see the security cameras on the streets as well.’ I panicked and started looking for options. There weren’t many, but a single manhole cover shined in the moonlight nearby. It was a detestable option, but I knew we didn’t have much of a choice. “There! Open it up now, Willy!” “Buh’…” I could hear the men coming closer, their dogs snarling and barking ravenously. “Now!” Willy’s bottom lip trembled precariously as he opened the manhole cover, and I felt bad, but we just had to escape at this point. Climbing down into the underbelly of the city was not as bad as I was originally thinking but the greenish water neither smelled nor looked entirely pleasant. Willy attempted to close the manhole cover, but simply wasn’t strong enough from this angle to maneuver it back. “Forget it! Come on! We’ve got to move!” Willy scrambled down the ladder from the manhole opening with me perched on his shoulder, and then came to a large platform leading in three different directions. I could still hear the mumbling from the men above getting closer, so I elected to go in the opposite direction of where they seemed to be coming from. “This way. Come on!” Willy whimpered but only nodded. The platform narrowed to a single ledge hugging the tubular tunnel. One wrong move and we would both be subject to the foul ooze that now spilled quickly under our feet. It was too unpleasant to really think about, but my fears kept me steady and moving forward. Soon, we reached another, albeit smaller, platform situated delicately under a single rusty light. Despite our bad luck of things as of late, as soon as we got to the platform, I was still surprised when I heard a voice shout from where we had just come from. “Hey! This manhole cover is open! Maybe they went this way!” I froze and pushed Willy up against the wall and under the light. We would be goners if they came this way, but I just hoped the narrowing of the tunnel and foul-smelling nearby odors would dissuade them from doing so. I peered around the edge of the darkened and rotten-smelling tunnel and spotted at least three men wandering down the tunnel where we had just come from. One shined their powerful flashlight toward me, and I jolted back as quietly as I could. I saw another beam of light illuminate the murky water before us. They were getting closer. I climbed up onto Willy’s lap and could feel his heart pounding through his shortalls as I neared my head to his chest. He began to whimper, and it seemed to echo off the concrete walls as if he was shouting his fears throughout the city. “You need to keep quiet, Willy,” I whispered. “Just hold me as tight as you want. Squeeze me to pieces if you need, but just stay quiet.” Willy meekly nodded and immediately hugged me close. I gave him permission to hug me to the point of releasing all his fears, but it was mighty uncomfortable at that moment. That being said, I knew this was it. They had never had us so cornered before. Finding us now would mean certain doom for us both. I would likely be destroyed, and Willy would be lucky to end up as an infant after they regressed as punishment and to ensure he was mentally too young to be used as a reliable witness. It had happened before with other Littles that I had seen. Joining Mommy one day on one of her charity visits, we had seen the squalling and abandoned Littles left alone in the foster care nursery. They seemed so pitiful and miserable. So, with each passing step and each inch the light came closer to us, I felt as if was another step toward their terrible fate. I could hear them growing louder. I could hear the clunk of their footsteps, the drops and plunks of water as they waded in the tunnel where it had gotten too narrow to stand alongside the wall. My head swam with fear, and I could hear Willy’s heart continue to race. But then, just like their sudden entrance into our lives, it was over just as quickly. “Ah, screw this. They can’t have gone this far! I’m barely standing upright as it is and that ledge. Now way, man.” “Yeah, far too narrow even for a Little. If they did come this way, they probably fell in and drowned. Their gator crap by now.” “But the boss…” a weakened voice mused. “Shut it newbie! We only let you on this mission with us for backup with the Littles.” The other meeker man seemed to let out a breath as if to say something, but nothing came. “Good. Now, we go back up. If the boss asks, we say that if he did come down here, he won’t be a problem anymore.” “We should still keep looking above though. Just in case…” “Well, no shit, Stan! Of course, we’ll keep looking. Don’t want to slack off for the boss or anything. You know how he gets.” A series of fear-stricken murmurs went out amongst the three and I could then hear a shift in their steps. Each one grew quieter and more distant. At last, my fears were lifted when I heard the pinging of their boots climbing back out of the manhole. A loud thud signaled them closing off the manhole. I don’t know how long Willy and I held each other for, but I just knew that I was grateful that they hadn’t come any further. Being a Big gave one lots of advantages in this world, but the chief disadvantage was not thinking like a Little. They had to get here by wading through filth and strong currents, while Willy and I had been able to balance on the narrow ledge to get here. They couldn’t conceive of a Little having the willpower or strength to do something like that. It was a small weakness of theirs in this case, but it proved to be our salvation. Slowly but surely, as Willy’s heartbeat relaxed, so did his grip on me. Once free enough, I began to rub the whimpering Little’s back as best I could. Willy was emotionally exhausted, and I couldn’t help but feel the same. While his regressed emotions made him feel even the tiniest of sensations like these, I actually knew the full scope of what was going on. It wasn’t very reassuring. Once Willy allowed me enough slack to look at him, I stared as kindly as I could back at my Little. “Willy… we need to figure out our next steps. I don’t like our options, so I want you to at least give your input.” “Buh’… buh’… I’m jus’ a widdle. Can you pwease do it fo’ me, Tus’? I twus’ you wots! Pwease don’ make me pick!” I could see the tears start to reform in his eyes and I just wanted to hug him tightly again and reassure him that everything would be okay. I wasn’t sure I believed that myself, but he needed to hear it while we also needed to make a plan. “I appreciate that, Willy. I really do. More than you’ll ever really know, but while I want everything to be okay for you, we have some tough decisions. I’m sure it will be okay, but I need your help as well.” “You wan’ da’ fo’ me? Ta be okay?” “Of course, buddy. Sunshine days filled with playtime! Chocolate sundaes for breakfast, cartoons until dusk, and loving parents who love and care for you as much as I do. More even!” Willy smiled widely and I wanted nothing more than for all that to come to pass with him, but for now, we had to deal with the situation at hand. “I want that all for you, but right now, we’re in trouble. I can think of two options, but I need you to be a big boy for me and help me out. Can you do that for me, Willy?” “I… I can twy… fo’ you, Tus’.” “Good. Thank you, buddy, but here they are.” It took a breath and began. “First, we can run away together forever until we find a good place to stay permanently.” “Dat soun’s good ta me!” “Yeah, I’m sure it does… problem is though that if we get caught, you risk being regressed more, and we would likely never see Mommy or Daddy again at that point.” I honestly didn’t mind that last part, but I knew I had to lay out all the outcomes for Willy. “Oh…” he said, now looking sadder than he had originally. “Yeah, but the second option is that we go to the cops.” Willy immediately tensed up. “Buh’ da powice… ddey bad, wigh? We goo’ powice when we pway, buh’ dey awe mostwy bah’ men, wight Tus’?” I hesitated on how to answer that, but again, Willy needed to know everything for these two options. “Well… yes and no. The police are usually good people like us when we play. Good versus at least some kind of evil and all that. There’s a few bad ones out there for sure, but some police really just want to help out.” I sighed despondently. “That being said, I think they may have a… bad man there.” “Wike Joe?” “Uh… probably not? I’m not sure who it is, but we need to keep our eyes open if we choose that one. Plus, if we go there, we could be sent to foster care or LPS.” Willy looked at me questioningly and I realized that acronym had never really been used around Willy before. It was unmentionable at daycare and Willy had never escaped during or after he had been regressed. “LPS is Little Protection Services, Willy. They can help, but they can also be bad people sometimes.” Willy paused for a moment and looked deep in thought. “Iss dewe a dird optin?” he finally asked. I would have chuckled at his question at any other time, but now wasn’t the time for jokes. “No. I know those two choices aren’t great, but I think we might consider the police.” “Buh’ bad men…” Willy protested. “Yes, that’s sadly true, but we could always run away from there as well. We’ve done it before these past two days, and besides, we could just go with the first option afterward.” “Maybe bedduh pwotec… pwote… you know wah’ I sayin’, wigh?” “Protection, yes. The police could provide us that from the gunmen who seem to keep finding us. So, what do you say? Police route or running away?” Willy took a minute to think, and I could hear the drips of the sewer we were in echo off the walls. Running away had an appeal to the adventurous side of me, but I knew that nights in places like these or the woods from before would be the norm for a while. Seeing the thickly diapered Little before me who needed comfort items and more food than was in the backpack currently, I knew what I wanted. Still, I had to consider what Willy wanted as well. Finally, he answered. “Powice, Tus’. Wet’s go dewe…” I sighed and nodded in agreement. It was a mighty step into the unknown, but I just hoped this step would be the right one.

Elaine seems understanding because she has been through it too. Quite wise actually understands what the adult is doing and really helps Zack. Got some interesting stuff but his stepmother is still insane, stuck on this control ritual.

Always been a big Beach Boys fan, more of a Brian Wilson fan. He's the genius behind the music and I'd much rather see him perform with his band (which includes Al Jardien and his son Matt) than the actual Beach Boys which is basically that egotistical ass Mike Love, Bruce Johnston and some back up band members.

all ready for bed wearing a tykables overnights diaper

I didn't realize that "hooch juice" had a broader application; thanks for bringing this to my attention. Should have known it, since my paternal ancestry was KY moonshiners, and my maternal FL rum runners during Prohibition. In SW Pacific, a hooch was anything that served as a shelter from the elements-- a lean-to, a pillbox, a sandbag reinforced bunker, or my favorite, the hut with a thatched grass roof and bamboo walls, with geckos to take on the mosquitoes. "Hooch juice" in Cambodia is diverse, with a very deadly rice wine leading the way. Most guys drank a concoction that was based on sugarcane juice, while I preferred pineapple. "Hooch" is popular throughout Asia, with my all-time favorite being the South Korean "soju" (a big seller in Cambodia). As for the breast milk, it is very sweet compared with formula, which is a characteristic of hooch everywhere. It is, after all, a combination of fruit juice, sugar, and yeast.

I'd LOVE to literally be carried all day long by my loving Mommy. Even after I learn how to fully walk on my own!😁😃♥️😊😇🥰🤗 For those interested in the full comic visit www.fangscrayonbox.com All credit goes to fangthefox!

Amen brother! All I can cursive is my name, I hated it and saw no point in teaching something that everybody does so bad u can't read it. Yup and shoe tying caused a lot of knots, and put me in the woods and I always know what direction is N,S,E or W but ask me to snap an answer to Right or Left and I have to stop and think about it and probably get it wrong. 🧜‍♂️

Since when do any of us need toilets ?!?!?!?!?!?!??????? 🥄

That's @fluffyinnocence. Not incontinence. 😜

Uh oh, she might double-down and bring-out the gingham or pink plastic pants and nightie.

He has already started dissociating. It's definitely a more realistic reaction to the treatment than starting to play the part. I'm starting to think Zack won't do anything drastic in response to Kelly's actions anymore, but I wish someone eventually does on his behalf. Hopefully his father at least won't just be happy with having an "easy" child, and realises what's happening to Zack.

As far as I can remember I always wanted to be back in diapers, but like one of the other posters already said I also don't remember having thoughts about becoming incontinent as a child. To be honest I didn’t know what it was to begin with, however I do remember I wanted to wear and use them for their intended purpose only for number one that is. I was well in my thirties when I discovered I wasn’t the only one with this rather strange desire to wear and use diapers. Soon thereafter things started to make more sense especially now that I knew I wasn’t some sort of weird freak, there were others like me, Internet helped a lot in my search for answers. Still today, the desire to have no control is phenomenal, I feel my body messed-up becoming potty trained and I feel it is not how it is supposed to be. Being an adult these are rather conflicting thoughts. As a child I was unable to reflect on my feelings although they were most definitely there. When I got older I learned after a lot of struggles and self-searching is was part of my being. Later on I embraced the other part of me and that made life a whole lot easier to deal with. For sure I know it is not what others expect from an adult but it is my life. Wearing diapers and using them for their intended purpose is better than loading yourself up with anti-depression pills. Just my thoughts.

Oh school is out for summer, crap I missed that part! He needs his friends, when family annoys you go to friends 😄. Wow he really is screwed then, nothing he can do. Well this isn't real life cause what you said would happen, so what could happen is this story. His friend is waiting for him when he gets back and his cousin Is there. That's why I suggested overalls 😄. Both parties would be benefit.

I’ve been greatly (and quietly) amused watching my own kids hard, almost looney-left ideologies moderate as they’ve entered the taxation system and realised that Governments don’t create money but rather hand out other peoples’. Suddenly, Government-funded national interpretive dance tours marketing indigenous oppression and collectivised guilt don’t seem like such a fabulous idea once THEY are the ones paying for them.

Elaine seems to sense that he is withdrawing physically and emotionally from the world around him. Once a child crosses this bridge, he rarely turns back. This sets him up for psychiatric treatment, which for obvious reasons in this story should not go well at all. Keeping in mind that school has just let out for the summer, Kelly now has roughly three months to finish destroying him. In my childhood, the end result would have been for Zack to be institutionalized. I have no idea how this sort of thing plays out in the contemporary universe. I had hoped that he would go inert as a strategy. He weighs some 85 pounds, and diapering him without his cooperation would be quite a chore. But going inert as a matter of tactics is one thing, going inert because your will to live has been broken is another. Like CCApril is hinting, it would not surprise me if he attempted suicide.

How far can Kelly push Zack before he breaks? By breaking I don't mean becoming a happy accepting toddler. I'm surprised he didn't cast himself off the front of the boat. Will he run away into the woods? Good writing and good story. Not often you read one of these stories and get truly angry at a character. Did Kelly have her empathy burned out of her by her mother? There is no carrot only stick with her. April

Another very well-written chapter! As always, excellent writing! I'm looking forward to where this story continues. I'm a big fan of long stories that develop slowly (actually also in regards to films and tv series), so I definitely like the idea of taking it slow, which works especially well with the author's descriptive writing. As much as I don't like superhero stories, I do agree with your Batman and Joker analogy too. You don't want the Joker to just win all the time because then it can get boring, but you also don't want Batman to win all the time either for the same reason; if a story (or movie) has no conflict, then it just isn't entertaining.

Chapter 32: Now You Tell Me… I FOUND MYSELF looking over at where Liam sat every now and then. At some point, Mackenzie had placed a plate of food before him, but he seemed not to be in the mood to eat. ‘Not that I blame him,’ I admitted. “So, how were your classes this morning Connor?” Livy asked me, drawing my attention to the girl beside Beth. I shrugged, “My first class made complete sense, and I don’t think I’ll have too many difficulties with it.” “Which one is that?” Livy asked. “Computational Intelligence?” I told her. She looked at me oddly, “Most of my older friends who have taken that one have said it’s a nightmare class?” I felt a sense of dread at that but shrugged, “Maybe I just am further along in knowledge? My second class is the one I figure will be a nightmare. I didn’t understand half the words Doctor Daniels was saying in Holo-Fields.” “Huh?” Livy looked at Beth, “Know anyone who’s taken that one?” Beth shrugged, “I think I might have heard one or two seniors mention it once, but it’s not in my major.” She sighed, “And I certainly wish Fields and Wave wasn’t in mine!” Livy laughed, “You want to trade for my organic chemistry class?” Beth shook her head rapidly, “I got through my chemistry requirements and am quite happy to not have to take another one of those classes. Give me pure physics-based science any day of the week!” I had friends back home, of course, but I quickly settled into deciding that these two girls were awesome to hang out with. ‘I wish I was taller; I can’t imagine Beth ever being willing to go out with me.’ Before I knew it, the clock had run down, and we all needed to get to classes. “Where’s your next class, Connor?” Beth asked. “Euler Hall?” I replied. “Huh, we don’t have any of the same classes today, but you’re in the same buildings at the same times. That’s a weird coincidence. Livy, where are you going?” “Same place as you, Calc IV,” she said. “Oh yeah, forgot!” she smiled. “Shall we head to Euler then?” With that, I found myself walking to the left of Beth and Livy on her right. The three of us kept up a banter about all sorts of topics as we walked to the building that housed most of the math classes at Emerson. Their class was in a lecture hall on the first floor, while mine was on the fifth, so I split off from them and headed up an elevator to discover what my Math Analysis class would bring. When I arrived on the fifth floor, though, I took a quick detour by the bathroom, ‘Don’t want to join Liam in diapers any sooner than I have to,’ I thought. BETH WAS GLAD that Livy had the same class as her then. They found a seat about halfway back in the larger lecture hall. This class was one of the last she expected to have with a large group, but even still, she guessed there were only eighty students in the lecture hall as everyone filed in. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to keep hanging out with him?” Livy asked from beside her while they waited for class to start. “Huh? What do you mean?” Beth reflexively asked as she noted that the eight Littles who had somehow advanced to this class were walking to the front row of ‘Little Accessible Seats.’ “After the past few days of being targeted, aren’t you worried something will eventually happen?” Beth sighed, “Terrified of it, to be honest.” She noticed several of those Littles now getting a boost into those ‘seats’ by wannabe mommies. ‘More like overgrown highchairs!’ she snorted in her mind. “So why not just stay away from him?” Livy asked. Beth turned to her, “I don’t honestly know… but… look...” She felt uncomfortable for a moment. “Dad has never told me everything… but Connor’s mom did something to help him before she left to go home. He’s never told me what, but I guess it was life-changing enough that he felt he owed her. For my dad to feel like that…?” She sighed, “I guess I feel like I have to ignore common sense here.” “You like him, don’t you?” Livy asked. “No!” Beth responded, probably too quickly, “he’s just like a… umm…?” Livy giggled, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. I also won’t tell Cassie or Desiree – not that they haven’t already figured that out!” Beth had never been so grateful for a math professor to begin droning on about calculus! As he started right then, it saved her from being interrogated anymore! I FELT QUITE out of place in this larger world, but I took some solace that the others filing into the classroom looked as nerdy as anyone! Two Betweeners came in, but at a quick glance, there was no doubt that Littles were not expected in this classroom! While I’d been told many classes had the equivalent of booster seats or high chairs available, this room didn’t have those. It also seemed to be lacking a crazy giant professor, from what I could tell! Instead, I saw a woman who, while significantly taller than me, looked like she was barely past Little status herself! I didn’t think she was a TA based on her age. She saw me as I pulled my booster out and smiled, “Sorry, if I’d known there was a Little in my class this semester, I would have requested a different room?” I shrugged, “This will work; I’m Connor Slane,” I told her politely. “Doctor Nash,” she told me with a wide smile of her own. She looked in her mid-forties and looked very motherly, “It’s nice to meet you. Let me know if you change your mind; there’s probably a room open somewhere that’s more accessible.” “Thanks!” I told her. I had just planted the booster on the swivel chair when a girl saw me getting ready to climb up. “Would you like a lift?” she asked me. “I’m guessing you can get up there, but…?” I looked straight up at a girl who was probably about Cassie’s height. She had a mousy appearance, and she seemed less threatening than many of the Bigs I’d been around so far. “Umm… Sure?” It took no further encouragement; she picked me up, sat me down on the booster, and commented, “You probably should have a seat belt or something here…?” I shrugged, “We didn’t make it with one.” “Here’s your bag,” she said, “I’m Molly, by the way.” “Connor,” I said to her. She sat beside me, “Not many Littles make it this far in the math department. What’s your major?” “Computer Science and Filmmaking,” I told her. “You?” She smiled, “Portal physics.” “What year are you?” I asked. “Junior, I assume you are too?” I shook my head, “I’m a sophomore.” “How are you in this class then?” She asked. “I tested out of everything in the math placement. This class sounded interesting and maybe useful down the road?” She shook her head, “You and I will be having study parties this semester.” “Huh?” “It’s odd enough they let a Little in this class, but if you managed to test out of everything, you’re going to be a better math student than most!” I laughed, “We’ll see! I still have to convert everything in my head with the Base 60 system, which sometimes takes a bit more effort.” “Huh?” “I’m not from this dimension; we use a Base 10 system back home….” I could tell Molly wanted to ask more, but the professor cleared her throat then. “Good afternoon, everyone, and welcome to Mathematical Analysis I...” BETH GROANED AS she left another heavy class that would require a ridiculous amount of studying and going to extra sessions. Overall, she was a solid math student and had earned an A in her three semesters of Calculus before this semester, but that didn’t mean it was easy for her. Her professor had held nothing back in going straight into things since it was just a continuation of the previous semesters. As such, she already had a good two to three hours of studying to do for that class! ‘Add in the reading for Fields and Waves and the module for Logic…’ she sighed. Livy didn’t look any less stressed beside her as they walked together. “So, easy class, huh?” Livy said sarcastically. “I wish…” Beth sighed again, “I’m in so deep this semester; I don’t know how I will get everything in!” “Well, at least it’s still just mid-afternoon. That was your last class for Mondays, right?” “Yeah, that helps. Now I can go home and study for fourteen hours, go to sleep at midnight, and repeat over and over again,” Beth griped. Right then, two Bigs walked by carrying Littles in uniforms. As they passed, Beth wrinkled her nose, and it was clear that one or both needed a diaper change. ‘At least I hope they were wearing diapers,’ she thought. “Could be worse!” Livy reminded her as they passed. She nodded, “You’re right. At least tomorrow, I have one fun class for the semester. I’m looking forward to the Cinematic Narratives class I’m taking.” “That should be fun!” Livy agreed. “Do you have any other classes today?” “Unfortunately, I have a late class this semester on Mondays. Starts at seven and doesn’t let out until nine in the evening!” “Ouch… So, what are you doing now?” “Honestly, I think I’m going to go take a nap! It’s been a long day,” she said with a smile. “You?” “Study,” Beth said. “I can get a few hours in before dinner.” “Lame,” Livy kidded her. “Yeah,” Beth agreed. I WALKED OUT of the building after using the bathroom again and started back towards Sanders Hall. I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to just study anywhere, and I knew I needed to ask Mackenzie about that. I had traded numbers with Molly and wished I had done so with Skylar. Both of them wanted to study together, and I felt like, as baby crazy as Bigs were, that might be a bad idea. But I also knew that having study buddies was critical back home for my grades! I mentally did the math in my head and knew I only had five hours to cram studying in before lights out would be coming. Normally I would probably have spent even more. I also had to squeeze dinner in there too! I could see Beth and Livy almost get run over by two Bigs carrying Littles in uniforms. They were far enough ahead though I wasn’t going to try and catch up. Even with Beth and Livy being Tweeners instead of Bigs, they still had waaaaay longer legs than I did! I was just about to Sanders when I encountered Miss Lucy. “Well, hi! Connor, right?” I looked up at the tall nest mother and nodded, “Yes, Miss Lucy.” “Done with your classes for the day? Or just coming back for a nap?” I smiled pleasantly, “Done for the day, time to go study.” “Good for you! Make sure you keep up with those studies so you can go home with a great education!” “I’m going to do my best,” I told her. Her smile made me nervous, but I was glad she let me pass by. I used my ID on the lower reader at the door and appreciated the auto-open door then. I walked past the person on duty at the front desk for the dorm without comment and rode the elevator to our floor. The nest door was open, and I found some guys, including Liam, inside. “How was your first day?” Liam asked as I walked in. I could tell he needed a change again and wondered where Mackenzie was to bail him out. “Tiring,” I responded. “Two of my classes will just be a lot of work; one will be like learning a whole new language. You?” He sighed, “I do really well back home! I’m a junior and finished all five required math courses for my Computer Engineering coursework! That test they gave us… They put me back in Calculus I. Can you believe that?!?” I nodded, “Did you do the math in Base 60 or Base 10?” “What?!?” He asked. I sighed, “No one told you they use Base 60 math here, did they?” “…no?” He looked at me like I was crazy, “Why in the world would anyone use that as their system?” I shrugged, “Babylonians used it in our dimension. Probably something didn’t change over the same way with cultures, and they stuck with that here? You’d have to ask Doctor Owens that question once he’s studied here some.” “So… how does that even work?” He asked. I went into the basics and how my mom had taught me. “You’ve got to help me, Connor!” He said with desperation in his eyes, “I already have ten demerits now! If I fail math…?” “I’ll do my best, but I need to spend a few hours on my homework too. Maybe you can bring your stuff to dinner, and I can help you then? “Dude, I will owe you so much!” “Just don’t fight or do stupid things, and you should be able to make it, Liam.” He sighed, “You even tried to warn me about that the first day… Look where it got me!” He said, pointing at the pants in danger of being brought down by the drooping diaper. “Might start wearing the onesie version of the uniform shirt,” I suggested. “It would help hold your diapers up better.” He looked at me angrily for a second but sighed and nodded, “I guess I remember my mom doing that with my baby brother since he took forever to potty train. I guess my mom has another boy back in diapers, though?” he shook his head. “I’ll get to work. Thank you for any help you can give me,” Liam said. I walked to my desk and thought, ‘Hmm… he might have a chance after all?’ I sat down in my desk chair and pulled my tablet out. I started reading and doing the work I needed to. Beginning with the morning class, I looked at my notes from Computational Intelligence and realized there was a programming module they wanted me to complete. I started looking at it on the tablet and remembered I had the EdgeSphere goggles I could use. I took a second to connect them to the tablet and placed them on my head. I was immersed in a blank environment with my avatar and quickly navigated through some options to connect to the module. It wasn’t the most difficult assignment, just a reading and three problems to complete a programming solution. Using my prior knowledge, I knocked that out within a half-hour. I decided to move on to the next ‘easy’ assignment of Math Analysis. I made my way through the chapter we were supposed to read, did thirty suggested practice problems, and then checked over them before submitting them for the professor to look over. I looked at the clock the goggles offered and realized I’d been at it for another hour and was getting hungry. I decided to pull the goggles off then and noticed several guys in the room giving me odd looks. “What?” I asked. “Aren’t you a portal Little?” Elijah asked. “Where did you get those goggles?” “Seriously, those are like the top of the line?” Grayson asked. “My grandmother took me shopping this weekend,” I told them. Apparently, Elijah had missed the story since he’d been in trouble, so I filled him in. “That’s unbelievable; why on earth would you come here?” I held up the goggles, “We don’t have these back home,” I smirked. I looked around and didn’t see Mackenzie still. “Do we just go to dinner whenever we want?” Grayson nodded, “You can’t tell on weekends or before classes begin, but since we have different schedules, it’s impractical to babysit us all the time on weekdays.” “Plus, Mackenzie has her own classes,” Elijah pointed out. “We typically get a small break in the watching if you come back during the daytime.” “Well then… I guess I will get dinner so I can come back and work on Holo Theory until bed.” “You’re taking Holo Theory?!?” Grayson asked in shock. “Yeah?” I replied. “That’s like one of the hardest courses in the engineering department.” “Now, someone tells me!” I said. I shrugged, “I’m going to figure it out. Today was just difficult because there were so many terms I had never heard of.” “How did you even qualify with the prereqs?” He asked. “You have to have four semesters of calculus, and I thought something more advanced?” I smiled, “I did well on the math placement test.” “How well?” Liam said suddenly. “Well enough?” I tried to cage. “Seriously, don’t lie; how well did you do?” Elijah joined in again. I sighed, “Seven-ninety-six?” “Out of?” Grayson asked, “We take the CARES exam, not that one.” “Eight hundred,” Liam answered for me. “Dude, you nearly scored a perfect score!” “Yeah, one stupid question got me!” The other guys looked at me like I was crazy, “I’m good at math, and I have a mom that is like crazy smart. She always stayed on top of me and does the same with my little sisters.” I shrugged, “Anyway, I’m going to hit the restroom and head for food,” I said while grabbing my tablet. “Not sure if anyone else wants to go?” “I’ll tag along,” Grayson said. “I’m waiting for Miss M,” Liam blushed. I realized then he was still soaked. “Oh, okay. Hopefully, Miss Mackenzie is back here soon!” I spent about an hour with Grayson at dinner and was joined by Amy and Ava. I occasionally would glance at my tablet for notes and had not quite two hours left before ‘lights out’ when I made it back to the dorm. Fortunately for Liam, Mackenzie had shown up and changed him in time for him to be getting dinner as I left. I spent every last minute I could studying the unknown terms about particles, resonance frequencies, stasis fields, and more until Mackenzie tapped my shoulder. “Connor, it’s time to stop playing games and get ready for bed?” I pulled the goggles off my head, “I was working on homework, actually.” “For what class?” “Holo Field Theory?” I told her. She made a face, “I’ve heard that class is a nightmare!” “I’m quickly discovering that! Hopefully, I’ll get it figured out, though.” “For now, go potty, and then I’ll get your nighttime diapee on you.” I sighed at the dichotomy, but as I lay down after the diaper went on, I had to acknowledge for the first time that the early bedtime was a bit annoying. ‘I could have studied two or three more hours!’ With nothing else to do, I closed my eyes and tried to get some rest in the hopes of being ready for my longer classes the next day! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! Please press the ‘Like’ Button for this chapter! Comments are always really really super appreciated as well! I'm getting ready to hit the road for a vacation/work late next week. I won't be able to post at all the following week. If I see 25 likes on this chapter by Wednesday this week I'll post Wednesday while I still have some privacy. I may be able to make one more post then before I go mostly dark on the internet at the end of the following weekend. Thank you all again for your support of my works! If you enjoy them, please remember most are available via Amazon!

OMG..I finally cracked it, for me anyway. On a whim, for other purposes, I ordered an inverted urethral chastity cage. Ring goes round c&b tube is inserted and locked in place to the ring. All well and good. Now... I inserted c&b in to said ring, all well. I looked at the silicone tube and thought it looked a bit long. But hey ho, that's what it came with, who am I? I lubed and insrted the tube and managed to get it bolted shut. Absolutely fantastic, definitely need to sit to pee now! After about 5 mins, still no pain anywhere whatsoever, I noticed a very strange feeling from deep within, very erotic strangeness, my legs were shaking and was feeling strange and lightheaded. I felt as though i needed to cum, also felt like i needed to pee. Was very odd, intense, erotic. I grabbed a pull up, which just added to my plight. I decided to go and have a smoke at the back door, on my way there I just felt a warm sensation flooding my diaper!! OMG..didn't even feel it, never felt in such bliss for years. Spent the next few hours just happily flooding with no pain, no control. Bliss.

I never have delivery. I can go and pick it up in person, it won't cost half as much in gas than the delivery fee and tip. Not putting me out any to be old school and pick it up in person. Paying a tip and delivery fee on top of the cost of the pizza is just like throwing money away that I could use towards my next pizza. The sad thing is the way things work these days they would rather toss out a pizza when the order is canceled than go another block to deliver it to your door. By the way, did they mention over the phone when you ordered it that they won't go to your trailer, only to the park entrance? Perhaps drivers are worried in a trailer park that they will be robbed if the take it to the trailer itself. Maybe some trailer parks have reputations with delivery services. Ironically, I've been to some places that make a sandwich or burger when you order it but will not leave off the pickles for you. They say that's a special order and they can't do it. They would rather pay for something I will pull off the sandwich and toss in the trash right in front of their eyes. What a waste! Likewise I went to a local Subway and asked for extra pickles and they refused. Subway is supposed to make your sandwich the way you ask them to, but they showed me a hand written message behind the station on cardboard from the manager stating not to add extra condiments! Finally I said, "Ok, I want tomatoes, green peppers, olives, hot peppers, onion, lettuce and every condiment they have. Once they wrapped it and I paid for it, I unwrapped it right in front of the register and removed every condiment except the onions and pickles and tossed them in the trash. I said, "There! Tell your manager how much it cost him in condiments I threw away because you wouldn't add a few extra pickles!" Some people have a brain deficiency.

Wow I hope you write more love your style how awesome. I felt like I was their in the story with Mike and Katie..... Thank you...

Do they sell Pud Lite?

The whole idea of incorporationg disabled patients in a lifestyle post made this whole thing feel a bit creepy. That's why I said Incontinent Desires belongs in the Lifestyle section

This is a lovely trilogy, definitely one of my all-time favorites. You’re a fantastic writer, and not just because this pushes some of my buttons really well (like the soft domme and unknowing untraining) - the events and imagery are never repetitive, the pace feels natural, and all of the characters have plenty of depth to them. I very much look forward to more of your stories if you decide to make more ❤️

Thank you It is posted several different places. What's hard about the format? I have an idea, but I want to confirm before I redirect you.

Well as a cloth baby like forever,I decided to try some of the great plastic backed printed disposables. WOW should have went to disposables long ago. No more washing,no need for plastic pants either if you buy a quality diaper. Love my Crinklz.

Anyone try the disposable rainbow diapers from ABDL?

Now that I am wearing disposables rather than cloth,the selection of prints,thickness and easy to wear, make my day and night so so much fun. If am out doing items at stores or at casinos, no need to use public restroom. Love that more than anything. Never a leak either on using quality diapers and NOT depends. I also love the thickness in the crotch just like a baby has.

How many babies take a nap during the day?. I do, and I have my Rearz "My Diaper Yellow" diaper on.

It is a yellow printed diaper from Rearz on sale. No naps today as the lawn needs cut and trimmed and of course all completed with Sexy Night diaper on from Rearz

Well 10 hours in my Better Dry just like Crinklz and I still am not soaked.

Hey,love the photo iluvmydiapers. I love piink,so diapers,paci's,panties,shorts I am all into.

Well,I thought I would try a 12 pack of Rearz Monsters. I usually wear Crinklz and just started wearing disposables. I was always a cloth baby. So...I have 11 left,size large. You pay shipping and diapers are yours for $20. Or to make it easy, $30 shipping included in the USA. PM me if interested. Ray